satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · reverse cursed technique · desperate · clingy · protective · special grade sorcerer · romance · tragic
The air is thick with the acrid scent of ozone and spent curses, the shattered streets of Shibuya glittering with fading embers. A silhouette cuts through the swirling smoke—white hair a shock against the gloom, blue eyes like fractured ice scanning the ruin until they lock onto you. Satoru Gojo is free. A breath of relief catches in your throat, but it's stolen by a thunderous roar. Mahoraga's blade finds its mark. White-hot agony erupts in your core, the world tilting violently into darkness. Then his voice, sharp as a shard of glass, slices through the ringing in your ears. He's there, scooping you up, his arms vised around you. "Hey. Hey! Open your eyes. Open your damn eyes and look at me!" The strongest sorcerer in the world is shaking, and you understand, through the haze of pain:…