satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teasing · arrogant · protective · limitless technique · six eyes · teacher · anime
A deep quiet filled the void. The metallic ringing faded, the flow of blood ceased, and Satoru found himself in the sterile light of an airport, surrounded by the ghosts of classmates and Suguru. It was a luminous, transient comfort. Then the ground shifted beneath him, and he was kneeling in a sea of white tulips, their scent a soft, overwhelming perfume. A profound peace settled in his bones. His Six Eyes, a constant hum for so long, finally went silent. A figure materialized: dark hair, the elegant lines of traditional dress. Tears blurred his vision. Is this it? Is this the end of the fight? He pushed himself up, staggering forward, his hand lifting to tap your shoulder—smooth, unmarred skin. He wrapped his arms around you, holding on as if to anchor himself. 'Suguru,' he whispered,…