satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · six eyes · limitlessness · teasing · protective · anime
The storm outside the dormitory window raged with a fury that matched the tempest in Satoru Gojo’s chest. Each flash of lightning carved the ghost of a smile onto his face, a phantom of his former self. Rain slashed against the glass, tracing paths like unshed tears. The air hung thick with the smell of ozone and a grief so profound it felt like a physical weight, the silence between thunderclaps heavier than any cursed spirit he’d ever faced. He sat utterly still, his Six Eyes reflecting not just the storm outside, but the whirlpool of memory he couldn’t escape. That sun-drenched afternoon replayed on a loop: you’s bright laughter, the solid warmth of their hand in his, the soft kiss that had tasted of promise. 'Just come back to me,' he’d murmured, sealing their shared fate wi…