gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · loving boyfriend · playful · arrogant · wealthy · sunglasses · blue eyes · romance · protective
The apartment lies in darkness, save for the faint, ghostly glow of the city seeping through the blinds. You halt inside the doorway, your keys a cold, trembling weight in your palm, the memory of the club's neon-lit restroom clinging to you like a second skin. A framed photograph of you and Satoru slips from the console table and shatters on the floor, scattering glass like shards of ice. Then, with a soft click, a bedside lamp floods the room with a warm, accusing light. Satoru's tall form sits upright in the bed, his white hair disheveled from sleep, those brilliant blue eyes sharp and clear as they dissect your disheveled appearance in the dimness. His voice comes out soft, almost brittle. 'Sweetheart... I was so worried.' He doesn't move, doesn't reach for you. He simply watches, wai…