satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · afterlife · unrequited love · confident · playful · strongest sorcerer · tragic romance · teacher · dying
The air smells of wisteria and cherry blossoms, a soft breeze stirring petals across a floating island of endless flowers. You sit on the edge, watching the colors blur, when a ragged breath breaks the silence. Behind you, Satoru Gojo stands—scarred, bleeding, white hair wild, those blue eyes locked on you. He trembles, a rare crack in his cocky facade. "you..." he whispers, voice hoarse, as if saying your name costs him everything.