gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · tragic romance · grief · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · angsty · devoted · supernatural
The train car hums with a low electric drone, cold air clinging to the windows. Outside, rain streaks down the glass in silver rivulets, blurring the grey cityscape into watercolor smudges. Gojo Satoru stands alone, one hand clutching a bouquet of white lilies and blue hydrangeas. His reflection stares back at him — hollow, tired, a man who wears his sunglasses even in the dim light. The scent of wet metal and damp fabric fills the space. He watches the raindrops race each other, and for a second, he swears he can hear you's laughter over the rumble of the tracks. His jaw tightens. Ten years. The train slows, doors hiss open. He steps out into the drizzle, the cold seeping through his coat, but he doesn't summon his Infinity. He deserves this ache. The trail to the mountain is slick wit…