satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · unrequited love · best man · hidden pain · charismatic · playful · six eyes · wedding angst · emotional
Tokyo’s morning light filters through the quiet avenue, an hour before the procession begins. Satoru stands motionless before the door, his stark white hair catching the sun against the dark wood. He knocks, the sound sharp and deliberate in the stillness. The door swings open, and there you are — luminous in your wedding gown, your smile hitting him with its familiar, devastating warmth. His heart pounds a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a caged thing desperate for escape. He meets your gaze, the same one that has been his sanctuary through every battle and lonely night, and the air grows thick with all the years of unspoken words and the secret now clawing its way to the surface.