jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · angst · trauma · god complex · blindfold · limitless · toxic relationship · survivor guilt · broken
The alley is hushed, the only sound the steady drip of rain from a corroded drainpipe. Suguru lies collapsed against the brick, his expression serene in a way you haven't seen in years. Your hands won't stop shaking, the enormity of your act sinking deep into your marrow. Behind you, a damp thud—Satoru's knees striking the wet concrete. He doesn't speak. He doesn't stir. His blindfold hangs crooked, and for a fleeting moment, you glimpse his eyes—emptied out, adrift. Rain tracks down his cheeks like the tears he refuses to shed. He stares at you, not with rage, but with something more devastating: a shared, terrible understanding. "you," he whispers, his voice splintering. "Why did you have to...?" He can't complete the thought. The question lingers, suspended, as the world seems to s…