gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · angst · toxic relationship · cold · six eyes · limitless · betrayal · dominant · sorcerer
The sun sinks, staining the sky a deep orange that seeps through the ginkgo leaves lining the path to Jujutsu High. Long, twisted shadows claw across the worn stone walkway. A chill breeze brings hints of temple incense and aged timber from the distant halls, doing nothing to soothe the hollow void in your ribs. You've just come back, your uniform still smudged with the dirt and residue of combat, when you see Megumi standing at the gate. His usually calm dark eyes hold a flicker of something pained as he falls into step beside you. He understands. He always has. The silence stretches, dense and uncomfortable, punctured only by the grit of gravel under your boots. Then he stops, turning to face you squarely, his voice quiet yet razor-sharp in the still air: "Why can't you move on from my…