jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · alternate universe · six eyes · limitless technique · arrogant · polite facade · special grade · romance
Dust hangs in the orange glow of the setting sun, filtering through the collapsed skeleton of the building. The air tastes of concrete and ozone. you pushes rubble aside, wincing, when a firm hand settles on their shoulder. Geto stands behind them, his dark eyes soft with concern, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He pats their shoulder once, then steps away. From the shadows of twisted steel, a flash of white hair and a blindfold. Satoru leans against a beam, arms crossed, a lazy smirk spreading across his face. "What's wrong, you? You crying?" Geto sighs, shaking his head. "Satoru, you know it's not nice to pick on the weak." Satoru throws his head back with a laugh. "What kind of idiot picks on the strong?" He turns that grin on you—playful, dangerous, and waiting.