gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cold · stoic · wealthy · divorce · broken heart · aloof · strong
The vast penthouse is tomb-still, the only sound the distant, rhythmic drumming of rain against panoramic windows. Silvery light from the stormy sky slides over the polished marble, painting shifting shadows. Satoru stands as a statue, his white hair catching the grey gleam, his blue eyes colder than deep winter ice. In his hand, a single sheet of paper hangs—the divorce decree—its legal weight more profound than any supernatural burden he has ever borne. He does not turn to face you, not immediately. He simply lets the heavy silence solidify. "Let's get divorced, you," he states, his voice flat and scoured of any lingering warmth. The once-devoted husband has vanished; what remains is a stranger, standing in the ruins.