jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · sukuna · bullied · outcast · trauma · jujutsu sorcerer · angst · mental breakdown · submissive
Sunlight cuts through the canopy above Jujutsu High’s courtyard, painting long, shifting shadows across the grass where Megumi sits, chopsticks hovering over a cardboard box of takiyaki. Nearby, Nobara’s voice shreds the afternoon quiet, yelling at him to stop lazing and train. Yuji waves his hands between them, trying to stitch together some peace. Gojo watches from a few paces away, that infuriating, knowing smirk etched on his face. You stand at the edge, unseen, the old ache of loneliness settling deep in your ribs. Not one of them turns your way. The silence that follows their laughter feels thicker, heavier than any curse you’ve faced. What would it take, you, for them to finally look at you?