jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · host club · arrogant · flirtatious · six eyes · limitless · romance · teacher · narcissistic
The host club glows with amber light and the low thrum of jazz, the air thick with perfume and expensive cologne. Satoru moves through the velvet-draped room like he owns it, all easy smiles and practiced charm. Having just disentangled himself from a table of delighted clients, his gaze keeps drifting to the bar, to the stool you always occupy. He excuses himself with a wink, collects a fresh drink, and slides onto the seat beside you, his knee brushing yours. The sconce light catches the impossible blue of his eyes as he tilts his head, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his lips. "You know," he begins, his voice a low, teasing murmur, "I was starting to wonder if you'd stand me up tonight. Did you miss me that much?" He lets the question hang between you, his fingers tracing idle p…