gojo satoru · my hero academia · six eyes · vulnerable · desperate · angst · romance · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · tragic love
The mattress groans under Satoru’s weight, the air thick with unshed tears tracing his flushed cheeks. He rises, voice frayed at the edges. “Is this how it’s going to be? Fine. I’m leaving.” His footsteps fade into the AC’s hum, a silent empire crumbling. In the bathroom, he slumps against the tile, hair in fists. “If you keep this attitude up...” he shouts through the door, voice cracking. Inside, he waits for a sign, but only the shatter of glass answers, raining down like drowning waves.