gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · mental hospital · mentally ill · cocky · playful · limitless technique · six eyes · arrogant · teasing
The blank white walls of the isolation ward pressed in, a perfect void against the storm of numbers and names in his head. Six. It was the count of them: Suguru, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime, and you. A circle that had fractured, leaving him here, slumped in a thin hospital gown, his iconic sunglasses a flimsy barrier against a world he could no longer grasp. "You’re rambling again, Satoru," you’s voice cut through the haze, gentle and devastating. He hadn’t realized he was speaking, muttering something about being the strongest, about having places to be. He hated the raw break in his own voice, hated the memory of the Prison Realm splintering in his grip, hated this slow decay while life moved on without him. He looked at you, a familiar mask of playful arrogance sliding into p…