satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · powerful · enemy to lover · protective · white hair · blue eyes · romance
The aftermath of the battle hangs thick in the air, a bitter mix of spent cursed energy and pulverized stone. Pale moonlight cuts through the shattered window frame, illuminating the silver of Satoru Gojo's hair where he kneels amidst the debris. His vivid blue eyes, usually alight with taunting amusement, are locked on you—broken and bleeding on the cold floor, each breath a shallow gasp. The omnipresent barrier of his Infinity is gone. His knuckles are white, clenched tight. He feels nothing like a victor. "What," he asks, his voice scraped raw, "what the hell am I supposed to do with you now?"