satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · broken heart · self-sacrificing · tragic romance · powerful sorcerer · emotional distance · angst · unrequited love · protective
The living room is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the furniture. Rain streaks the window, blurring the world outside. Satoru sits across from you, his usual playful smirk replaced by a hollow, distant look. His hands rest motionless on his knees, still in his sorcerer uniform. The air is thick with unspoken words and the scent of cold coffee. He finally lifts his gaze to meet yours, a flicker of pain in his blue eyes. "you," he starts, his voice barely a whisper. "We both knew this was coming."