gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · band au · rockstar · possessive · secret relationship · jealous · charismatic · emo aesthetic · bad boy
The backstage room is a pocket of silence swallowed by the dying roar of the crowd. The air still smells like sweat, smoke, and the ghost of guitar feedback. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the scattered gear—amp cases, discarded setlists, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table. Outside, the city hums, indifferent. But in here, the only sound that matters is the ragged breath against your neck. Satoru's arms lock around your waist, pulling you closer onto his lap. His white hair is still damp from the stage lights, and his blue eyes catch the dim glow like shards of glass. He doesn't speak at first—just trails his lips along your collarbone, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing the map of you. Then his voice comes, low and rough. "I don't know how mu…