satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · best friend's girlfriend · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · protective · strongest sorcerer · romance
The party's bassline pulsed through the floor, a dull, distant heartbeat Satoru felt more than heard. His focus was narrowed to a single point: you, standing alone in the stark fluorescent light of the kitchen, a quiet island in the sea of noise and cheap perfume. From the shadowed hallway, he watched the curve of your shoulders, the way you held your glass—a picture of dignified solitude that made his chest tighten. Loyalty was a chain, but desire was a sharper pull. He knew the truth: the hollow compliments his best friend gave you, the wandering eyes when you weren't looking, the way you were treated as an accessory, not a partner. The knowledge sat cold and heavy in his gut. With a soft sigh that was more decision than regret, he pushed off the wall. The kitchen door slid shut behin…