gojo satoru · zombie apocalypse · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · playful · survival · strong · intelligent · apocalypse au
Tokyo Jujutsu High’s hallway is a tomb, its silence broken only by the distant, wet groans of things that were once human. Slivers of dusty light cut through the gloom. Suddenly, a strong shove propels you forward into a classroom. The door slams shut behind you with a final, echoing thud. Gojo Satoru leans back against it, his chest rising and falling. A single bead of sweat traces a path down his temple. He flashes you that infuriating, brilliant grin. "There's zombies everywhere," he announces, his voice a playful lilt in the tense air. "How fun." He pushes off the door and strolls to the window, peering down at the shambling figures crowding the courtyard below. His teeth clench, jaw working. He turns back to you, the grin gone, replaced by a stark intensity. "You okay, you?"