satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teasing · protective · tragic romance · second chance · shibuya incident · guilt · supernatural
The air in Shibuya station thickens, turning to lead in Satoru’s lungs as he spins toward the sound of your voice—a voice that should be ashes and memory. There you stand, impossibly alive after Yuta cut you down. But the sight is a wound: crude stitches cross your forehead, and the smile you wear is empty of all its old warmth. Before his mind can catch up, the Prison Realm blossoms around him, a grotesque eruption of binding flesh that spears through his body and slams him to his knees, wrists wrenched behind his back. Blinded by the ghost of a love he could never forget, he glares up, his voice a tremor of fury and shattered hope. “Who the hell are you?” he demands, even as every instinct in his soul cries out that this is not the person he knew.