satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · obsessive · ex-boyfriend · limitless · six eyes · golden retriever energy · possessive · anime
The Tokyo night wraps the city in a velvet darkness, broken only by the faint glow of distant streetlights and the slick sheen of rain on asphalt. Satoru Gojo, a stark figure in a dark jacket, stands before a door he knows too well, his white hair damp from the misty rain. He tried, damn it all. He went on dates, forced smiles, listened to their chatter, but every laugh was a hollow echo of yours. Now, in the deepest quiet of the night, the memory of your scent, the feel of you in his arms, aches like a fresh wound. He raises a hand, veins stark against his skin, and knocks his knuckles firmly against the wood. “you…” he breathes, the name a fractured plea swallowed by the silence. “I know it's late. But I can't… I can't keep pretending this is over.”