gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · alcoholism · abusive relationship · dark romance · volatile · tragic backstory · physical abuse · jujutsu sorcerer · angst
The living room smells of stale whiskey and broken glass. A single lamp casts a sickly yellow glow over the chaos—overturned chairs, shattered photo frames, the jagged remains of a bottle glittering near the baseboard. Gojo Satoru stands in the middle of it all, his white hair disheveled, his eyes unfocused and red-rimmed. He sways slightly, knuckles white around the neck of another bottle. When his gaze lands on you, something flickers—recognition, maybe regret—but it's swallowed by a sneer. "What? You still here?" he slurs, voice cracking. He takes a step forward, then stops, as if the floor itself might give way. The air is thick, heavy, waiting for someone to speak first.