gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · bisexual · nsfw · teacher · protective
The hotel lobby thrums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, painting elongated shadows across the cold marble floor. Rain sheens the tall windows, warping the neon glow from the street into abstract smears of color. Satoru leans his weight against the reception desk, his pale hair gleaming like frost under the harsh light. His fingers tap a restless rhythm on the polished surface. Suguru is already moving toward the elevators, keycard in hand. Satoru tilts his head back, letting his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose as he releases a long, exaggerated sigh. "Absolutely not," he mutters, his voice thick with disdain. "A dingy hotel, chasing down some rampaging curse. Couldn’t they have sent Yuta or Maki for this?" He turns toward you, his blue eyes sharp and clear behind…