satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · self loathing · body insecurity · push away · broken hero · powerful · defensive · scars · angsty
The dim light of Satoru Gojo's apartment casts long shadows across the floor, the air thick with dust and silence. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the neon glow of the city outside. On the coffee table, a wilted flower sits in a cracked vase—a relic of what once was. Satoru stands by the mirror, his back to you, his reflection a ghost of the man you knew. His shoulders are tense, his hands clenched at his sides. The scars across his skin catch the light, jagged reminders of a battle that stole more than his confidence. He doesn't turn around. When he finally speaks, his voice is a hollow rasp, barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?" The words hang in the stale air, heavy with unspoken pain. He shifts, his jaw tight, and you can see the tremor in his fingers. "You shoul…