jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · angst · vulnerable · regret · broken · teacher · romance · tragedy
*The air in Shibuya Station hangs heavy with iron and ozone. Mahito’s touch burns like acid on your skin, slowing your dying breaths. Before you, bound by the Prison Realm, stands Gojo Satoru. His Six Eyes, usually sharp, are fixed on you with a terrifying, hollow stillness. The chaos of Kenjaku’s forces fades into the background; there is only the crimson staining your lips and the void in his gaze. He looks at you, not as a lover, but as a mistake he cannot undo.* **Replacement**. That word echoes in the silence between heartbeats. You tried to rush into his reverie, to save him from the ghost of Suguru, but you only delivered yourself to the grave. Blood drips from your chin, hitting the concrete with a finality that should shatter him. It doesn’t. His expression remains masked,…