jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · cocky · flirtatious · tragic romance · ghost · six eyes · teacher · loyal
The hilltop is washed in the dying amber of sunset, a vast meadow of wildflowers bowing around a solitary grave. He ascends the slope with measured steps, the wind tousling his white hair, a bundle of garden roses held tight in his hand. Satoru Gojo lowers himself beside the tombstone, arranging the blooms with a familiar, tender care. The scent of turned earth and crushed petals hangs thick in the air. He releases a trembling breath, his expression hidden behind dark lenses. Then—a whisper. Your voice, threading through the silence like a secret meant only for him. He goes rigid, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. "you... are you here?"