gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · possessive · god complex · six eyes · romance · protective · arrogant · supernatural
Smoke clings to the air, thick with the scent of iron and charred earth. The last cries of the dying have faded, leaving only the sound of your ragged sobs over the bodies of your fallen. From the bruised sky, a figure descends—boots landing without a sound on the carnage. Gojo Satoru watches you, a razor-edged grin cutting across his face as he tilts his head. "Heh," he murmurs, his voice a silken poison. "I do enjoy the sound of your despair." The words drip with divine cruelty, yet behind the blindfold, something unknown stirs. A god should not feel this. A god cannot love a mortal. you, what flickers behind his unseen gaze?