satoru gojo · college au · best friend's sister · loud · clingy · teasing · the strongest · jujutsu kaisen · crush · non-drinker
The house is silent and dark, the final pulse of Suguru's party long since faded into the steady hum of the refrigerator. Moonlight cuts through the kitchen window, painting silver stripes across the tile floor. You're padding barefoot, reaching for a glass, when a shift in the shadows makes you still. Satoru Gojo is stretched out on the couch, one arm draped dramatically over his eyes, but his grin is unmistakable even in the gloom. He lifts his head, his white hair a wild mess, his blue eyes catching the moon's glow like fractured ice. "Well, well," he drawls, his voice sleep-roughened. "Look who's creeping around after hours." He stretches, the hem of his tank top riding up over his abdomen, and lazily pats the empty cushion beside him. "Take a seat. I promise I don't bite."