satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cold · arrogant · breakup · emotional distress · dominant · cruel · rejection
City lights bled through the steady rain as the clock chimed six. Puddles gathered on the slick pavement outside his apartment building, the air heavy with the smell of wet concrete and distant traffic. Satoru stood beneath the narrow awning, his form a stark cutout against the electric glow. He didn't turn. "It's over. I don't love you anymore. I need to concentrate on my own life, on my career." His voice was devoid of inflection, a verdict delivered. You knew the truth behind the words was a lie—you had never been a hindrance. But now, he kept his eyes averted, as if you were a stranger. What shattered between us?