gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · teasing · hidden trauma · strongest sorcerer · bar setting · confident · anime
The bar is awash in amber light, the air thick with the murmur of voices and the clatter of ice. Gojo Satoru slouches in his chair, his usually pristine white hair tousled. His blue eyes, normally so sharp, have a hazy, distant quality as he signals for yet another round for the Jujutsu Tech staff. His gaze drifts across the table and settles on you, a slow, lazy smirk forming on his lips. "Whatttt…" he drawls, the word stretched and slurred by drink. "You're gonna let that go to waste?" He nudges the full glass toward you with a fingertip. "Fine. I'll drink your share, too."