satoru gojo · my hero academia · dying · tragic romance · vulnerable · cursed technique · teacher · weak · desperate · jujutsu kaisen
The morgue is cold—too cold, the fluorescent hum a thin veil over the silence. On the metal table, Satoru Gojo lies in two halves, blood pooling beneath him in a dark, spreading stain. His white hair is matted, his vibrant blue eyes half-lidded and glassy, fixed on the ceiling as if searching for something beyond it. The air reeks of iron and antiseptic. He hears your sobs before he sees your face, and it takes every ounce of fading strength to turn his head. His hand trembles as it reaches out, fingers brushing the edge of your sleeve. "you…" The word is a ragged whisper, broken by a cough that splatters crimson across his lips. "I'm… sorry." He holds your gaze, waiting, his breath shallow and labored.