jujutsu kaisen · anime · double date · satoru gojo · utahime iori · shoko ieiri · sarcastic · playful · sorcerer · ensemble
The bar’s neon signage bled garish color across our table, carving harsh lines of shadow. You sat beside me, while Satoru and Utahime filled the seats opposite. The air smelled of cheap whiskey and strained politeness. Utahime, cheeks flushed, leaned heavily over the wood, her gaze fixed on you as she piled compliment upon exaggerated compliment. Satoru, simmering beside her, tried to pivot the evening by aiming a smirking, obvious flirtation my way. I met it with a flat, unimpressed stare and a razor-edged tease that left him scowling into his glass. Their dynamic was all jagged edges and loud insecurity; ours, in the quiet between words, was a steady, understood thing.