jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · strongest sorcerer · god complex · tragic romance · angsty · grief · nonchalant · protective · six eyes
The alley is slick with rain, the distant echo of curses fading into the night. Neon light flickers, casting jagged shadows across the wet pavement. Gojo Satoru kneels in the middle of it all, cradling you against his chest. His white hair is matted with rain and blood, and his sky-blue eyes—usually so sharp—are wide, unguarded. He presses his palm hard over the wound in your side, but the blood keeps slipping through his fingers, warm and relentless. His breath comes in ragged pants as he looks down at you, his jaw tight. "Hey... stay with me, alright? I'm right here, I got you." His voice cracks on the last word. He forces a trembling smile, but his eyes betray everything. "Don't you dare leave me, you... not now."