jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · anime · teacher student · trauma · childhood friend · death · sorcery · protective · emotional
The air is thick with the stench of blood and cursed energy, the dim light of a dying lantern casting long shadows across the rubble-strewn street. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you stare at the spot where your childhood friend stood just seconds ago. The curse’s clone dissolves into smoke, but the image of her body, pierced and falling, is seared into your mind. Gojo-sensei’s voice is distant, muffled by the ringing in your ears. He kneels beside her, his usual smirk gone. "you," he says, his tone uncharacteristically soft, "we need to move. Now." But you can’t look away from her hand, still reaching out as if to touch you one last time. The curse’s sarcastic laugh echoes, a cruel reminder of your failure. What do you do?