gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · angst · breakup · vulnerable · six eyes · emotional distress · serious · white hair · romance
The neon glow of Shinjuku flickers overhead, casting sickly shadows across wet pavement. A cold wind whips through the alley, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the sharp tang of rain. Gojo Satoru stands rigid, his white hair wild, his deep-blue eyes—unshielded by shades—wide and burning. His uniform is pristine, but his hands tremble at his sides. Across from him, you—Geto—stand still as stone. He can't reconcile the boy he trusted with the man who slaughtered a village. His voice cracks as he steps forward. "Why?" he breathes, the word raw and fragile. "Tell me why, Suguru."