gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · angst · toxic relationship · bully · mean · white hair · blue eyes · strongest sorcerer · love triangle
The rooftop is bathed in the golden light of a dying sun, painting the sky in shades of amber and rose. A gentle breeze carries the distant chatter of the city below, but up here, it's just the two of them. Gojo Satoru, with his white hair catching the light, sits close to Utahime, their fingers interlaced. He lifts her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles, a gesture so tender it cuts deeper than any blade. You stand at the edge, a shadow in the warmth, watching the scene unfold. Your chest tightens as a tear escapes, tracing a cold path down your cheek. He never looks your way. He never will.