satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · angst · relationship drama · emotional detachment · cursed energy · toxic relationship · exhausted · cold demeanor · alcohol
The kitchen light hums a sickly yellow, casting long shadows across the cluttered counters. Empty bottles glint like accusations on the table. Satoru Gojo stands rigid, his shoulders squared under an invisible weight, the air thick with the ghost of every argument you've had. His knuckles are white against the counter edge as he turns to face you, the muscle in his jaw twitching. When his eyes finally meet yours, there's no trace of the man you loved — only a stranger wearing his face. "What do you want from me, you?"