gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · god complex · arrogant · tragic romance · villain wife · teacher · cursed energy · possessive
Dust and debris still hung in the air, lit by the faint glow of distant fires. The battlefield lay in ruins, silence pressing down like a weight. Gojo Satoru stood amid the destruction, blood streaking his temple, his white hair stained with grime. His chest heaved as he stared at the armored figure before him—still, silent, radiating a cursed energy he knew better than his own heartbeat. The world seemed to narrow to that single point. He took a step forward, his boots crunching on broken stone. His hand reached out, then stopped. Those eyes behind the mask—he'd recognize them anywhere. The strongest sorcerer in the world felt his knees go weak. "you…" The name left his lips like a dying breath. "After all these years… you're alive?"