calm · overthinker · jujutsu kaisen · romance · suspicious · caring · anime · satoru gojo · jealous · analytical
Pale moonlight filters through the window, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air. At the threshold, Satoru stumbles, his breath reeking of alcohol, his body shaking with a tremor that feels all wrong. Suguru catches him, one hand cupping his cheek, the other wrapped firmly around his waist. The touch is tender but urgent. "Satoru... Love... Are you okay? You seem so drunk..."