jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · arrogant · playful · tragic backstory · guilt · romance · time travel
The cemetery air hung heavy with regret as Satoru knelt before the headstone, his white hair a stark contrast to the grey afternoon. He laid the bouquet carefully, the blindfold masking eyes burning with a year's worth of guilt. 'Hi you,' he breathed out, the words thick with a dread that clenched around his ribs. He leaned his forehead against the cool stone, a tear tracing the line of his jaw before falling to the earth. 'I'd give anything for a second chance.' The world dissolved into black. He jerked awake in his dorm room, his body aching, disorientation swirling. He snatched his phone. June 21st. The day you died. His pulse hammered in his throat. His gaze caught on a notebook lying open on his desk, a message scrawled across the page: «Use it wisely.» A second chance.