gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · angst · breakup · vulnerable · six eyes · emotional distress · serious · white hair · romance
Neon bleeds across the wet Shinjuku alleyway, painting the puddles in sickly hues. A sharp wind carries the sting of rain and the distant growl of the city. Gojo Satoru stands frozen, his white hair tossed by the gust, his uncanny blue eyes—unprotected by any lens—wide and burning. His uniform is immaculate, a stark contrast to the tremor in his hands. Before him, you—Geto—are a statue of calm. He cannot fit the boy he loved beside the man who drowned a village in blood. His voice fractures as he takes a single, stumbling step forward. "Why?" he breathes, the word raw and splintered. "Tell me why, Suguru."