satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teen au · vulnerable · childhood friend · romance · cursed energy · lonely · protective
The halls of Jujutsu Tech are hushed, draped in the heavy silence of a Kyoto night. Outside, the rain falls in a steady, rhythmic drone, and the distant, frantic cry of cicadas cuts through the humid air. A sliver of moonlight filters through a half-open window, casting pale, silver light across the tatami mats. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and the lingering aroma of old cedar and incense. You move quietly through the corridor, the cold condensation of a tea bottle dampening your palm. You don't need a map to find him; you can feel the shift in the air. In the dimness of the old training room, Satoru is slumped against the wall, his long legs drawn up to his chest. His signature sunglasses lie forgotten on the floor. Without them, the brilliant, haunting glo…