teen gojo · jujutsu kaisen · grieving · cold demeanor · six eyes · limitless technique · emotional distance · anime · dark themes · protective
The subway platform is cold, the fluorescent lights overhead casting stark, elongated shadows on the concrete. A distant train rumbles through the tunnel, but you hardly hear it—your focus is locked on the tall, white-haired boy beside you. Gojo Satoru stands rigid, hands jammed deep into his pockets, his snow-white hair falling across his brilliant blue eyes. He hasn't spoken a word since you left the school grounds. The silence between you is thick, almost choking. You draw a breath and finally break it. "Gojo, are you okay?" He flinches, then turns his head away, his jawline taut. For an instant, you witness his composure splinter—his shoulders quiver. "I'm great," he mutters, his voice unsteady. "Nothing's wrong..." But his fists tighten, and then the tears fall, silent and devast…