limits. | satosugu

1. chosen deity.

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𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖞

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Gojo Satoru was more god than human.

His name alone carried immense weight for curses and humans alike in the jujutsu world. Not only was his skill leagues above the rest, but he was basically in his own class. His techniques were the makings of some unfathomable legend.

Anyone in the jujutsu world would see him and know exactly who he was. His appearance was certainly distinctive. To some, off-putting, to others, he was closer to that of an angelic being. With his pure white hair, tall stature, and rarely seen--but certainly rumored to be--beautiful blue eyes, the angelic prose doesn't seem to be unfounded at all.

How could someone who looks like that be human?

How could he be? The luck he possessed to be born with two rare techniques available to him was incomprehensible. He was the first human born in one hundred years with both the Six Eyes and Limitless. From the day he was born he was told he was exceptional. He was told that his very existence would tip the scales of the struggle between the curses and humans in favor of humanity. Curses would seek the comfort of darkness now that he was alive and in this world to find them. From the second of his birth, his purpose was ordained.

He was a pawn for the jujutsu world willingly. He was constantly put on missions, and how could he refuse when it was known that he could obliterate anything in his path?

Satoru's childhood could hardly be considered a childhood. Having been burdened with so many expectations from the very beginning, there was no room to see him as a child or treat him as one either. Not when he was born with eyes like those. There were attempts on his life from a very young age to stop what was inevitable. The rise of the strongest sorcerer alive. Curses and even people wanted to kill him before he got older and was fully in control of his abilities. His Six Eyes always managed to sense a threat, and his infinity came to life before he could even consciously think about it. No one could touch him, and no one would.

It became isolating. Though he couldn't understand his feelings, loneliness grasped him tightly. It wound around his heart like a snake, making him ache in the night for this painful feeling in his mind, not knowing what's missing but knowing it's not there. He desired touch from others but denied himself the privilege because he was not used to being touched in the first place. It was a vulnerability he wasn't ready to allow himself to have. So he let it go.

As he grew older, he gained more control over his techniques, though he still hadn't grasped the full extent of them. Exorcising curses had become easier than breathing and he was becoming the person they all told him he would be. He'd reach limits far beyond what any human could think capable. There was nothing he couldn't see, and it seemed there was nothing he couldn't accomplish.

Gojo followed the path laid out for him. He did what he was supposed to finding no reason nor satisfaction in saving lives from curses but he did so anyway. He saved people who would have otherwise been killed but he didn't feel a thing. Whether they lived or died didn't really matter to him either way. Why should it? Why should he care about the lives of people he didn't know? Why should he bother himself with the complete and utter insignificance that made up their lives?

At some point, he realized that the others didn't think this way at all. How was he supposed to know? How could he comprehend how other people thought when he felt as though he was always separate from humans. Like he wasn't even one of them. His own sense of self was rather muddy. He had his name, and the implications that came with it, but nothing else. No connections to truly solidify that his life was even worth living.