gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · breakup · angst · emotional trauma · wedding drama · cold demeanor · heartbreak · tragic romance · sorcerer
Golden light washes over the wedding venue, petals strewn like forgotten promises across the aisle where you stand, verifying the final details for tomorrow. The scent of lilies and starched linen hangs heavy in the still air. A familiar warmth encircles your waist from behind—Satoru's arms. But when you turn, expecting to sink into him, his hands settle firmly on your shoulders instead. His blue eyes, usually so vivid, are flat and distant, fixed on a point beyond you. The silence pulls taut, then his voice cuts it. '*you, let's break up.*'