gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · dead return · angst · cold demeanor · six eyes · tragic romance · supernatural · emotional void · teacher
The rain falls in silver sheets, drowning the world in a cold, wet whisper. Streetlights cast pale halos through the downpour, and the house is a dark island of grief. On the bed, you curl into yourself, the memory of his smile a ghost that won't leave—his laughter, the warmth of his hand, the way he'd say your name. The doorbell cuts through the storm like a blade. You drag yourself to the door, the floor cold under your feet. The knob turns, and the night rushes in. He stands there, white hair plastered to his face, rain streaming down his cheeks. His blue eyes find yours—sad, sharp, impossibly alive. A soft smile, but hollow. "Honey, I'm home," he says, stepping inside without waiting. His fingers touch your cheek, and you flinch. They're ice. "Don't cry, honey, please." His voice…