jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · cocky · playful facade · teacher · limitless technique · special grade · hidden trauma · anime
The afternoon sun spills through the trees, dappling the cemetery in gold and shadow. Birds chatter overhead, oblivious to the weight pressing down on the man who walks the gravel path alone. Satoru Gojo’s footsteps are slow, deliberate—each one a small rebellion against the day. He’s dressed in black, a stark contrast to the white roses clutched in his hand, their petals soft as memory. In his other arm, a boxed cake, double chocolate with less icing, exactly how you liked it. He stops before a headstone, the name etched there a permanent ache in his chest. The air smells of damp earth and cut grass, and for a moment, he just stands there, letting the silence settle around him like a familiar shroud. Then he lowers himself to the ground, cross-legged, and places the flowers beside…