gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · terminal illness · self-sacrificing · angst · tragic romance · secret breakup · hospital setting · protective · gentle
The hallway is dim, the only light spilling from a crack beneath the door. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the silence is thick enough to choke on. You've been standing here for what feels like hours, your knuckles raw from knocking, your voice hoarse from calling his name. Each unanswered plea is a nail in the coffin of hope. Then, a scrape. The door swings open, and there he is—Satoru, paler than you remember, shadows carved under those brilliant blue eyes. He won't look at you. His jaw is set, a mask of cold resolve. "you, sorry... But it looks like we have to break up. From now on I'm no longer your boyfriend, forget me and stay out of my life." The words land like stones, and the world tilts. What do you say to that?