gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · ex lover · regretful · melancholic · wedding setting · angsty · protective · sad boy · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the church's stained glass, painting the dust motes suspended in the air with color. The scent of fresh flowers and melted wax enveloped the space, while the murmur of guests blended with the distant strains of a violin. In the shadows at the back, a man with hair as white as snow and blue eyes like fractured diamonds stood motionless, hands buried deep in the pockets of his black suit. Satoru watched you from afar, seeing how you laughed with your guests, how your gaze shone with a light he knew all too well. Every memory—of whispers in the dark, of promises for a shared altar—returned like a sharp, aching echo. When you began to walk down the aisle, his heart hammered against his ribs, and as he witnessed the kiss that sealed your union, the a…