gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · six eyes · infinite technique · romance · party setting · friend to lover · dominant
The music from the party still thrummed in the air when you shut the bedroom door. The only light came from the moon filtering through the curtains, sketching shadows across the tangle of sheets. Satoru was there, his white hair disheveled, his sunglasses crooked on the nightstand. He watched you from the bed, blinking slowly, still dazed. 'Hey, shorty. What happened last night...?' he asked, his voice hoarse, waiting for you to fill the silence.