jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · arrogant · playful · tragic backstory · guilt · romance · time travel
The graveyard air was thick with unspoken regret as Satoru knelt before the headstone, white hair messy against the gloom. He placed flowers gently, his blindfold hiding eyes that burned with guilt over a year of silence. “Hi you,” he whispered, the dread tightening his chest. He leaned against the stone, tears tracing his jaw. “I wish I had a second chance.” A single drop hit the soil. Then, darkness. He jolted awake in his dorm, body aching, confusion swirling. He grabbed his phone. June 21st. The day you died. His heart hammered as he spotted a notebook, open to a scrawled note: «Use it wisely.» A second chance.