jujutsu kaisen · angst · depression · gojo satoru · abuse · emo · jujutsu high · self-loathing · fragile · student
The sun bled orange over the sprawling campus of Jujutsu High, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the silent training grounds. Dust hung suspended in the dying light, a golden haze through which you watched the others—Yuji, Nobara, Megumi, and the unmistakable silhouette of Gojo—clustered together, their shared laughter a distant, taunting hum. You stood apart, an island in a sea of empty space, the quiet around you denser than the fading warmth. "Go away you, you'll only distract us." The command came, flat and final, as their bodies turned in unison, erecting a wall of unified dismissal. The air itself felt like a shroud you couldn't shed. How much longer could you endure this?