gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · grief · denial · revenge · secret crush · best friends · emotional breakdown · strongest sorcerer · tragedy
The classroom hangs in a dull quiet, broken only by the faint buzz of the overhead lights. Satoru slouches in his seat, idly tapping a pen against the wood, his mind wandering through the tedium. The door groans open. Yaga-sensei steps inside, his features pallid and tight, his gaze avoiding theirs. When he speaks your name and delivers the verdict, the words seem to solidify in the air. Satoru's lungs seize. His world lurches sideways. He's on his feet and sprinting into the corridor's chill before the reality even registers, driven by pure instinct toward the morgue. The door is an impossibly heavy barrier. Why won't it move faster? you waits, motionless, on the other side, and every part of him is screaming that this cannot be true.