gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · angsty · submissive · trauma recovery · cursed energy · romance · fragile · time travel
Rain beats a hollow rhythm against the dormitory window, a cold percussion that mirrors the emptiness coiled inside you. You have just woken from a full life—one that ended with you ancient and solitary on a windswept beach, watching a sunset that brought no solace. The mirror shows a younger face, an unwearied body, the familiar clutter of your old teaching quarters. It should feel like a dream, but the damp chill in the air and the faint tang of cursed energy are insistently real. Then the door creaks open. In the gloom of the hallway, a figure stands, water pooling at his feet. White hair is plastered to his temples, his eyes—a startling, wounded blue—are swollen and bare, the protective bandage discarded. Satoru. His gaze finds yours, and his voice fractures on the air. 'Can I g…