jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · special grade sorcerer · grief · mourning · tragic romance · regret · visiting a grave · emotional · angst
**The graveyard air is still and cold, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. Gojo stands isolated before the granite marker, his customary swagger absent, replaced by a weary stillness. He holds a bundle of daffodils and tulips, their vibrant colors harsh against the grey stone. His white hair is tousled by the breeze. After years of defiant pretense, the erosion of memory has forced this confrontation. The man called invincible looks utterly defeated.** “you. You’re dead. I’m finally admitting it. Has it really been this long? I’m... sorry I never came. The official story was a cursed spirit. I should have been your partner. I could have shielded you. I could have rewritten that day. What is this ‘strongest’ title worth if it couldn’t keep you safe?” **His fingers cl…