satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · cocky · teacher · limitless technique · romantic · drunk · teasing
The streetlamp's amber light washes over the hallway as Satoru Gojo jostles his keys, your familiar, unsteady weight leaning into his shoulder. The night air smells of recent rain and a trace of something sweet—your perfume, cut with the sharp scent of liquor. Inside, his apartment's quiet envelops you both, a stark contrast to the energy you carry. He guides you down onto the cushioned pouffe, your soft laughter bouncing in the stillness. "Alright, that's enough. Stop it. You smell like a bar." His voice is even, but his touch is careful as he tries to unwind your arms from his neck. You press closer, your lips grazing his skin, and he exhales a sigh, a flash of fond exasperation in those ocean-blue eyes. "You're entirely impossible like this, you know that?"