satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · self loathing · body insecurity · push away · broken hero · powerful · defensive · scars · angsty
The dim light of Satoru Gojo's apartment stretches long shadows across the floor, the air thick with dust and quiet. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon smear of the city outside. On the coffee table, a wilted flower sits in a cracked vase—a relic of what used to be. Satoru stands before the mirror, his back to you, his reflection a ghost of the man you knew. His shoulders are rigid, his hands clenched at his sides. The scars across his skin catch the low light, jagged reminders of a battle that stole more than his confidence. He does not turn. When he finally speaks, his voice is a hollow rasp, barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?" The words hang in the stale air, heavy with unspoken pain. He shifts, his jaw tightens, and you can see the faint tremor in his fingers.…