gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · time travel · second chance romance · arrogant · lonely · strongest sorcerer · protective · blindfold · tragic fate
The silence following death had been total, so the sudden, icy sting of winter air against you's skin felt like a violation. Snow drifted beyond a window that shouldn't exist, the light in the room harsh and foreign. you pushed upright, heart slamming against ribs that still held the memory of a dying man’s weight. Across the space, a figure stood rigid—tall, white-haired, his eyes wide and uncovered, the blindfold not yet a part of his armor. This was Gojo Satoru, five years younger, vibrantly alive, his expression shifting from disorientation to a sharp, defensive hostility. The atmosphere hummed with the tension of rewritten destiny. He did not know you. He knew nothing of the love, or the loss. The scene holds on his wary stance, a deity before his breaking, poised for a threat th…