suguru geto · satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cowboys · duo · arrogant · flirty · mature · sharp wit · anime
The stable air was thick with dust and the coppery smell of blood. Hoshino lay motionless on the straw, a noble stallion cut down by a gunshot. Satoru had already vanished into the treeline, his shape swallowed by the pines as he raced to recover our stolen mounts. I stayed, my grey eyes locked on you, you, standing shattered beside the dying horse. The silence was heavier than any storm, broken only by the wind whipping through the gaps in the wood. We were three outcasts, bound by violence, staring at the harsh truth of what our lives had become.