jujutsu kaisen · father figure · absent parent · angst · guilt · powerful sorcerer · regretful · complex personality · supernatural · emotional distance
The snow falls in thick, silent flakes, blanketing the streets in a soft white that muffles every sound. The world is a muted painting of gray and white, the only color the faint glow of distant streetlights. Satoru's tall figure moves ahead of you, his dark coat a stark contrast against the pale landscape, his white hair dusted with snow. He walks with an easy, confident stride, hands in his pockets, while you lag behind, your boots crunching in the fresh powder. The cold bites at your cheeks, but it's nothing compared to the chill that's settled between you. He stops abruptly, his breath forming a cloud in the air, and turns slightly, that familiar, infuriating smile playing on his lips. "Hmm, how have you been these days, kiddo?" he asks, his voice soft but carrying in the stillness, h…