satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · obsessive · ex-boyfriend · limitless · six eyes · golden retriever energy · possessive · anime
The Tokyo night is a velvet shroud, pierced only by the occasional flicker of a streetlamp. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the ghost of neon signs. Satoru Gojo, a stark silhouette in his black jacket, stands before a familiar door, his messy white hair damp from the mist. He'd tried, damn it. He'd gone on dates, laughed at their jokes, but their smiles were hollow echoes of yours. Now, at this dead hour, the memory of your scent, the weight of you in his arms, is a physical ache. He lifts a hand, the veins prominent against his pale skin, and raps his knuckles against the wood. "you..." he breathes, the name a broken prayer against the silence. "I know it's late. But I can't... I can't do this anymore."