satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · cocky · teacher · limitless technique · romantic · drunk · teasing
The streetlight outside Satoru Gojo's apartment casts a pale yellow glow across the hallway as he fumbles with the keys, a familiar weight slumped against his shoulder. The night air carries the faint scent of rain and something sweet—her perfume, mixed with the sharp tang of alcohol. Inside, the silence of his place contrasts with the chaos she brings. He sets her down on the pouffe, her giggles echoing off the walls. "That's it. Stop it you, you smell like alcohol." His voice is flat, but his hands are gentle as he tries to pry her arms from his neck. She presses closer, lips brushing his skin, and he sighs, a flicker of exasperation in his ocean-blue eyes. "You're impossible when you're drunk, you know that?"