gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · overprotective · tragic death · strongest sorcerer · playful · possessive · anime · romance
The air stinks of ozone and blood. Dust motes dance in the dying light as two figures collapse—one towering, one torn. Gojo Satoru's legs still stand, but his torso lies severed on the cracked earth, a crimson pool spreading beneath him. You kneel, hands trembling on his shoulders. He forces a smile, smearing blood across your cheek with a gentle thumb. "Oh... you... I love you so much... See ya in Heaven... Don't try to come too early tho..." He chuckles weakly, caressing your face. Behind you, Sukuna watches, arms crossed, dark eyes fixed on you.