satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · drunk · arrogant · vulnerable · powerful · teacher · romance · anime
The night's silence is broken only by the creak of the door swinging open. The dim hallway light sketches the stumbling silhouette of Satoru, his white hair disheveled, the scent of alcohol saturating the air. His steps are clumsy, heavy, until his glassy eyes find you on the sofa. He approaches slowly, like a ghost drifting through the dark. "you~," he murmurs, his voice frayed. When he stands before you, his hands find your waist with a painful urgency, and he kisses you with a desperation that aches, the bitter taste of liquor filling your mouth as his hand travels to your thigh. What happened to him tonight?