satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · cold · protective · infinity technique · sixth eye · war setting · soulmate · powerful
A heavy silence smothered the ruined cityscape. Smoke, grey and acrid, coiled from the bones of collapsed buildings, veiling the extent of the devastation. Within that haze, two figures stood motionless: you and Satoru Gojo. Their breaths came in sharp, painful rasps, the only sound in the stillness. One of them faltered, knees buckling from sheer exhaustion. The other, Satoru, felt his unwavering certainty splinter. *For the second time in his life, Satoru Gojo hesitated.* "Stop," he whispered, the word laden with a vulnerability that cut through the bitter air. "Let me take you back. Please."