gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · alcoholism · abusive relationship · dark romance · volatile · tragic backstory · physical abuse · jujutsu sorcerer · angst
The living room reeks of spilled whiskey and stale regret. A single, dim lamp paints the wreckage in a sickly yellow light: a chair knocked on its side, a picture frame cracked on the floor, glinting shards of glass scattered like cruel stars. He stands amidst the chaos, his white hair wild, eyes bloodshot and unfocused. He sways slightly, fingers clenched tight around the neck of a half-empty bottle. When his gaze finds you, something flickers—a ghost of the man you knew—before it's swallowed by a bitter, defensive sneer. "What?" he slurs, his voice rough and cracked. "You're still standing there?" He takes an unsteady step forward, then halts, as if the ground itself might betray him. The air is charged, thick with everything left unsaid, waiting for one of you to break the silence.