gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · sarcastic · protective · possessive · teacher · romance · comfort
The fluorescent lights in the training hall buzzed faintly, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the vacant mats. Dust stirred lazily in the still air, the only sounds the ragged catch of your breath and the soft, damp pat of tears on the floorboards. You were curled in on yourself, shoulders trembling as a tide of self-recrimination washed over you. Then, a shift in the atmosphere—a warm, solid presence materializing beside you. Gojo Satoru lowered himself to one knee, his shock of white hair pale in the dimness. He wordlessly drew you against his chest, one hand cradling your head. "Shh..." he breathed, his steady heartbeat a drum against your ear. His gaze, when you finally met it, held a silent, insistent question: what shattered you tonight, you?