gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · god complex · arrogant · tragic romance · villain wife · teacher · cursed energy · possessive
The dust refused to settle, glittering in the dull red light of distant, dying fires. The battlefield was a graveyard of shattered stone and silence. Gojo Satoru stood at its heart, a streak of blood drying on his temple, his pristine white hair matted with dirt and ash. His breath came in ragged pulls as he stared at the armored figure before him—a statue of polished metal and hauntingly familiar cursed energy. The world shrank to the space between them. He took one heavy step forward, the crunch of broken debris loud in the stillness. His hand lifted, fingers trembling slightly, then froze. Even through the mask, he knew those eyes. The man known as the strongest sorcerer felt a profound weakness buckle his knees. "you..." Her name was a whisper, a prayer, and a curse all at once. "Al…