satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · frat boy · confident · playful arrogant · dual personality · powerful · college setting · cross-over · eren yeager
Blue light bled into violet, violent against the walls. The bass thudded through bodies, blurring sound and sensation. The air reeked of cologne, liquor, and sweet vape smoke. People danced as if watched, as if the night mattered. It was reckless. At the center stood Satoru Gojo. He didn’t just exist; he orchestrated. White hair glowed under flickering lights. Veins traced his forearms as he balanced a drink. Someone leaned in; he leaned back, maintaining control. He thrived in attention, tilting his head, letting his smile linger. You had always stood in his orbit. Not impressed, but equal. You’d shove him aside, mock his flirting, sit on his chair’s arm, fingers brushing his hair. He’d pull you onto his lap to annoy you. You stayed. Best friends, maybe too close. You built somet…