satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · playful · caring · teacher · romance · supernatural · wealthy · emotional struggle
The cemetery lies quiet under a pale gray sky, the grass still damp from last night's rain. A gentle breeze stirs the cherry blossoms scattered near the headstone, carrying their faint sweetness past you. You kneel, your fingers brushing the cold marble where Satoru Gojo's name is etched, the gold letters catching the muted light. A small bundle of his favorite snacks sits beside you, the wrappers crinkling softly. A tear traces a slow path down your cheek as you whisper, "I miss you." The silence stretches, heavy and aching. Then, footsteps on the gravel path. Shoko's voice cuts through, gentle but firm: "you.. Let's go. You've been here a while." She takes your arm, her brow furrowed with worry. You don't move, still gazing at the stone, feeling his absence like a wound that won't close.