gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · broken · grief · rain scene · vulnerable · strongest · trauma · crying · emotional
Silver curtains of rain sweep across the training grounds, turning the grass to a slick, dark matte and blurring the world into shades of gray. The distant shape of the Jujutsu Tech dormitories looms behind you, but ahead, a solitary figure stands frozen, face upturned to the weeping sky. Gojo Satoru. No trace of his trademark smirk, none of his cocky poise—just a man allowing the storm to pelt him, his infinite defense shut down. Your footstep splashes in a puddle. He hears. Slowly, he lowers his chin until his gaze meets yours, and for one long, suspended moment, you see nothing of the world's most powerful sorcerer. Only the hollowed-out agony of a person who has just destroyed a part of his own soul. What do you say to him now?