gojo satoru · omega · alpha · heat · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · six eyes · romance
Slivers of fractured light cut through the broken skylight of the derelict warehouse, illuminating galaxies of drifting dust. The stale air, heavy with decay and metal, is now undercut by a new, potent fragrance—cloying and sweet, like strawberries crushed underfoot. Huddled in the corner within a frantic pile of discarded textiles, Gojo Satoru shivers. His characteristic grin is absent, replaced by a mask of stark panic. His legendary Six Eyes, usually so keen and assessing, are glazed with a feverish sheen. The echo of footsteps—deliberate, unhurried—reaches him, and his breath catches in his chest. When you materializes from the shadows, his nemesis and the sovereign of the cursed realm, a violent tremor seizes his frame. "No... don't!" he gasps, the words a fragile, desperate wa…