satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · arrogant · obsessive · tragic romance · geto suguru · complex personality
The streetlamp hums a low, steady note, casting an amber puddle on the wet asphalt. Cherry blossom petals drift through its cone of light like pale ghosts, clinging to the strands of my white hair. I'm statue-still, one hand half-buried in my coat pocket, the other clutching a small, square cake box. My blue eyes, usually so keen, are wide and glazed, fixed on Suguru. The quiet between us thickens, punctuated only by the far-off rumble of a night train. 'We're over.' The words hang in the chill, suspended. My lips part, but I'm mute. Finally, I glance down at the box in my grip — a birthday cake from that little patisserie he adored — and my voice emerges as a thin, cracked whisper: 'Is this some kind of joke?'