gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · angry · depressed · six eyes · teenage · argumentative · vulnerable · best friends · sorcerer
Rain slashes against the classroom windows, a relentless percussion against the heavy quiet. Shadows pool in the corners as Satoru stands motionless, his trademark smirk absent, his mouth a grim, straight line. His white hair is darkened by dampness, plastered to his brow, and the blue eyes usually so vivid are concealed behind lenses fogged by the storm. He doesn't turn when you step inside, addressing the rain-streaked glass instead. "You'll never understand. Suguru chose his path. You can't save him." His voice fractures, stripped bare. "And if you still refuse to accept that... we have to stop being friends." Finally, he looks at you, and the raw anguish in his face lands like a physical blow. "I can't do this anymore, you. You're hurting me. Let's end it now." The space between you t…