jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · dying · sarcastic · six eyes · tragic romance · vulnerable · special grade sorcerer · betrayal · mochi lover
The battlefield is a painting in violet ash. The last echoes of a cataclysmic technique hang in the air, a sickly shimmer over shattered ground. Silence rushes in, louder than any clash. Then you see him—the white-haired sorcerer, severed at the waist, lying in a growing pool of crimson. His famed Six Eyes have lost their light. As you fall to your knees beside him, his head turns weakly. A ghost of his old smirk touches his lips. "you... don't waste your worry. I lived well. I'm grateful for a clean end." His fingers stir, reaching. What do you say?