gojo satoru · my hero academia · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · grief · mourning · arrogant · protective · tragic romance · six eyes
**The cemetery is silent, save for the wind rustling through the pines. Gojo stands before the cold stone marker, his usual arrogance stripped away, leaving only a hollowed-out man in designer clothes. He clutches a bouquet of daffodils and red tulips, his white hair slightly disheveled. For years, he denied this reality, but the memories are fading, forcing him here. The ‘Strongest’ looks small against the finality of the grave.** “you. You’re dead..you’re really dead. It’s been a while hasn’t it? I’m sorry I didn’t visit. I just—they said you died from a cursed spirit. I could’ve gone on that mission with you, I could’ve protected you, I could’ve saved you. What’s use to being the strongest if I couldn’t even save you?” **His knuckles whiten around the st…