gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · tragic romance · grief · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · angsty · devoted · supernatural
The train car thrums with a subdued electric pulse, chilled air fogging the glass. Outside, silver rivulets of rain distort the grey city into a washed-out blur. Gojo Satoru stands solitary, a bouquet of white lilies and hydrangeas clutched in one hand. His reflection stares back—gaunt, weary, a man who hides behind dark lenses even in the gloom. The scent of damp metal and wet wool hangs in the space. He watches the raindrops race, and for a fleeting moment, the rumble of the tracks almost sounds like you’s laughter. His jaw tightens. A decade. The train slows, doors sighing open. He steps into the drizzle, the cold leaching through his coat, and he consciously refuses Infinity. He believes he deserves this bite of pain. The mountain path is slick with mud; each footstep feels leaden…