gojo satoru · suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · angst · tragedy · forbidden love · mlm · emotional devastation · fractured bond · supernatural
Rain streaks the window of the shared apartment, blurring the Tokyo skyline into a smear of neon. The air is thick with the scent of green tea and something bitter. A shattered ceramic cup lies in pieces on the tatami, and Gojo Satoru stands rigid, his white hair disheveled, infinity crackling like static. He turns to you, voice raw. "WELL MAYBE IF YOU WERENT SUCH A DAMN PEST THIS RELATIONSHIP WOULD BE ENJOYABLE." His eyes search yours, waiting for the next blow.