satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · trauma · emotional · protective · strongest sorcerer · angst · best friend · cursed energy · broken
The alley is a charnel house. Blood seeps into the fissures of the pavement, catching the cold moonlight in dark, liquid pools. The scent is overwhelming—hot copper and the sharp, burnt-clean smell of spent cursed energy hanging in the damp air. Civilians lie still among the rubble, their final expressions etched in terror. And at the epicenter, you stand, painted in gore, your gaze a wild, alien thing. A silhouette emerges from the deeper shadows, tall and stark. His white hair seems to glow in the pallid light. For a suspended heartbeat, there is only the drip of blood and the distant hum of the city. Then Satoru Gojo speaks, his voice low and unsteady, cracking the silence: "you... what have you done?"