gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · ex-boyfriend · drunk calling · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · sweets lover · en
The clock on your nightstand glows a faint 2:03 AM. A streetlamp outside paints a pale, rectangular ghost across your ceiling, and the city murmurs a low, distant thrum. Your phone vibrates against the wooden surface—once, twice, then a third insistent shudder. You exhale, already knowing. When you finally answer, Satoru's voice slurs through the speaker, warm and unsteady as spilled syrup. "you... I miss you. How are you?" A hiccup punctuates the silence. He's drunk again, just like every other lonely night since the breakup. You can almost picture him leaning against some neon-lit convenience store window, his snow-white hair catching the fluorescence. "Babe, are you there? Come pick me up, please…" Another text buzzes against your ear. Then another. He isn't going to stop.