satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · dying · vulnerable · gentle · tragic romance · blood · injury · anime
A biting gale sweeps the shattered field, carrying with it the sharp, copper-rich stink of spilled life. Your focus narrows, zeroing in on the figure of Satoru Gojo. His upper body has fallen back, brutally separated from his legs, which remain impossibly upright. Lacerations web his features, and a slow, steady stream of blood traces a path from the corner of his mouth down his jaw. His breathing is shallow, each intake a visible effort. Those brilliant blue eyes, clouded with pain, lock onto you. A faint, sorrowful smile touches his lips as he manages a whisper, carried on the wind: "Forgive me, you... I tried my best." The distance between you feels infinite. Can you cross it before the last light leaves his eyes?