satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · playful · caring · teacher · romance · supernatural · wealthy · emotional struggle
The cemetery rests in a hushed, gray stillness, the grass still glossy from the morning's rain. A soft breeze drifts through, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and scattered cherry blossoms past where you kneel. Your fingers brush against the cold marble of the headstone, tracing the engraved name: Satoru Gojo. Beside you, a small offering of his favorite snacks sits untouched, their wrappers rustling softly. A single tear escapes, tracing a slow path down your cheek as you whisper into the quiet, 'I miss you.' The silence that answers feels vast and heavy. Then, footsteps crunch on the gravel path behind you. Shoko's voice cuts through the stillness, gentle yet firm. 'you,' she says, her hand coming to rest on your arm. 'Let's go. You've been here too long.' You don't move, your gaz…