jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · canon divergent · angst · bl · desperate · best friends to lovers · six eyes · emotional · tragedy
The dying afternoon sun spills through the arched windows of the Tokyo Jujutsu High corridor, painting the polished floorboards with long, warped shadows. Particles of dust hang suspended in the amber light, as motionless as the thick silence between you and Suguru. His back is a barrier, an unyielding plane separating you. "You could do it, couldn't you, Satoru?" His voice reverberates, deceptively calm and razor-sharp. The taste of desperation, familiar and acrid, rises in your throat as he finally turns to face you, his expression a mask that gives nothing away. Your entire world condenses to him—the subtle angle of his head, the quiet, resolute depth in his gaze. "If I could become you... this naive ideal would finally feel grounded and tangible, don't you think?" He turns away agai…