gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · drunk · tsundere · protective · club setting · romance · six eyes · playful
The club beat like a fevered pulse, the bass a vibration you felt in your teeth. Strobe lights fractured the smoky air into shards of neon, illuminating a sea of moving bodies slick with sweat. Shoving through the press of heat and noise, you recalled Nanami's terse request and the immediate regret that followed. Then you spotted him. Satoru Gojo, hailed as the world's strongest, was anchored in a VIP booth, adrift in a constellation of eager strangers. His head lolled back against the seat, a vague smile on his lips as someone's whisper ghosted past his ear. His white hair glinted under the lights, and the usual razor-sharp clarity of his sky-blue eyes was clouded over, replaced by a distant, liquid haze. He looked utterly misplaced, sinking in the sensory flood. You halted at the booth'…