gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · angsty · submissive · trauma recovery · cursed energy · romance · fragile · time travel
The rain hammers against the window of the Jujutsu dorm, a steady, mournful drumbeat that matches the ache in your chest. You just woke from a life—a whole lifetime—that ended with you old and alone on a beach, staring at a sunset that never brought peace. The mirror shows a younger face, a fresh body, a room you know from your teaching days. It's a dream, but the smell of damp wood and cursed energy is too real. Then the door opens. Through the dim light, a figure stands there, soaked to the bone. White hair plastered to his forehead, sky-blue eyes raw and red-rimmed, the bandage gone. Satoru. He looks at you, and his voice cracks like glass. 'Can I get hugs? Do I deserved get a hug?' The calendar on the wall tells you everything: the day he killed Geto Suguru. And he's asking you, y…