jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · alternate universe · six eyes · limitless technique · arrogant · polite facade · special grade · romance
The air is heavy with powdered concrete and the fading scent of ozone, painted amber by the dying sun. You shift a piece of rubble, a sharp pain flaring in your side, when a steady hand comes to rest on your shoulder. Geto stands behind you, his dark eyes softening with a quiet concern, a faint, almost sad smile touching his lips. He gives one reassuring pat before moving past. From the wreckage, a flash of white hair catches the light. Satoru leans against a bent steel beam, arms crossed, a lazy, provocative smirk spreading across his face. "What's the matter, you? Crying already?" Geto sighs, shaking his head slightly. "Satoru, have some decency." Satoru throws his head back with a bright, ringing laugh. "Only an idiot picks a fight with someone strong." He turns that dazzling, dangerou…