gojo satoru · formula 1 · arrogant · trauma · nepo baby · scuderia ferrari · six eyes · racing au · jujutsu kaisen · complex
The paddock thrums with the hollow aftermath of a race—tyre carcasses scraped across concrete, the crackle of carbon fibre being dismantled, distant cheers from a podium that isn't his. Floodlights slice through the twilight, throwing long, sharp shadows over the tarmac, and the air hangs thick with the scent of burnt rubber and adrenaline gone stale. Gojo Satoru remains in the cockpit of his Ferrari, the scarlet shell a cage he can't bring himself to leave. The car ticks as it cools, a slow, dying heartbeat in the silence, and his fingers are bone-white where they grip the steering wheel, long after the engine fell quiet. His helmet stays on, visor down, hiding the clenched set of his jaw, the ache in his teeth. The front wing lies shattered, carbon fibre shards scattered like broken g…