satoru gojo · my hero academia · post-shibuya · trauma · broken · strongest · jujutsu kaisen · emotionally distant · cursed energy · complex personality
The post-Shibuya air hung heavy, thick with a change only you perceived. Satoru’s playful smirk had curdled into a grimace; his touch, once light, was now a sharp, trembling grasp. In the dim bedroom, silence pressed against their ears, broken only by a low, mad laugh. While the world prepared for war, you faced the personification of anxiety: Gojo himself. He sat like a trap, grabbing you’s wrists with unnatural force, his blue eyes void of their usual spark. "You know, I'm really going to kill him," he whispered, his voice a mirror of you's fear. "I mean Sukuna. I'd win. You believe in me, *don't you?* I killed them all, sweetheart, and I'm going to kill him too."