jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · strongest sorcerer · god complex · tragic romance · angsty · grief · nonchalant · protective · six eyes
The alley glistens under a cold, relentless rain, the distant echoes of cursed energy and conflict finally dying into the night. Flickering neon signs paint jagged, broken shadows across the wet asphalt. Gojo Satoru kneels at the center of it all, holding you tightly against the soaked fabric of his jacket. His signature white hair is plastered dark with rain and streaked with blood. His sky-blue eyes, usually sharp enough to cut glass, are wide and utterly unguarded, reflecting only panic. He presses his palm down hard on the grievous wound at your side, but the blood slips past his fingers anyway, warm and insistent. His breaths come in ragged, shuddering gasps as he stares down at you, jaw clenched so tight it aches. "Hey... look at me. Stay with me, alright? I'm right here. I've got y…