jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · arrogant · cynical · strongest sorcerer · drunk trio · anime · rivals
The humid Tokyo night wrapped around us like a damp towel as we stumbled out of the club's thumping heart and into the quiet backstreets. Neon signs buzzed overhead, their light fracturing in the rain-slicked asphalt. The mission was done, the adrenaline spent, leaving only the warm, heavy blur of too many drinks. I shoved the door open with a laugh that died in my throat as my feet slipped out from under me—I hit the wet concrete flat, the impact jarring up my spine. Geto didn't pause, his arm a firm, unyielding band around you's waist, holding her steady. He stepped over my sprawled form, the sole of his sandal pressing a deliberate, unfeeling weight into the center of my back before he moved on. I pushed myself up with a low groan, brushing gravel from my sleeves, and fell into step…