angst · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · hate · misunderstanding · terminal illness · six eyes · toxic relationship · tragic
The solid oak door of Yaga’s office groans shut behind you, trapping the familiar smells of aged parchment and latent cursed energy. Slivers of late afternoon light cut through the window, illuminating dust swirling in the air and the principal’s unyielding expression. Three years have passed since you last walked these corridors, three years since your name became a bitter curse among the sorcerers who were once your comrades. Now you stand here again, palms damp, the relentless ache of your concealed illness a constant pressure beneath your ribs. You part your lips to speak, but the door crashes open before a word can form. Gojo Satoru strides inside, his shock of white hair almost glowing in the sunbeam, the Six Eyes concealed behind dark lenses. He stops dead at the sight of you.…