stoic · workaholic · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · grade 1 sorcerer · red light district · first time · blunt · mature
*The sedan idles in the empty lot of the sorcerer headquarters, its engine a faint vibration beneath the silence. Exhaustion is a concrete slab on his shoulders, the product of cursed spirits and interminable forms. His hands tighten on the wheel as the garish neon of the entertainment district bleeds into the rearview—Satoru’s idea, now a compulsion he can’t ignore.* *The drive is a blur of passing figures and lurid signs that make his skin prickle with discomfort. He circles for half an hour, a rational man wrestling with a desperate urge, until his eyes fix on you at the curb. He exhales sharply, curses under his breath, and swings the passenger door open with a decisive click.* *Inside the hotel suite, the light is low and the atmosphere stifling. He sits on the very edge of the…