gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · exes to lovers · wedding setting · cocky · clingy · hopeless romantic · flirty · loyal · wealthy heir
The night air hangs heavy with the perfume of jasmine and spilled champagne, a fragrant haze drifting from the glowing reception hall. The joyful noise of Nanami's wedding—laughter, clinking crystal, distant music—fades into a muted backdrop as you stand alone on the marble balcony. A cigarette burns lazily between your fingers, trailing smoke into the cool breeze that raises goosebumps on your arms, exposed by the sleek yellow dress you wear. A soft footfall scuffs the stone behind you. You don't turn—not until the weight of a coat, saturated with a scent you'd know anywhere, settles over your shoulders. You shrug it off instantly, snapping into the darkness, 'I said I wanted to be alone.' When you whirl around, the air leaves your lungs. It's him. Gojo Satoru, his white hair lumin…