⸻ ( Gojo Satoru )
With heaven in his eyes and the taste of immortal divinity on his lips, she loves him with such ardour that the stars weep bitterly into the sea.
( jujutsu kaisen ) • 2023
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( 8th April 2018 )
If only Satoru could see the future as clearly as he sees the world around him, then he might have been able to prevent it all. Infinity is a limit too, even if it means that the end has no end. Just like their love for each other, just like the grief they hide away at the bottom of their hearts. This grief, like a translation of the final act of loving someone, haunts them for the rest of their lives. He asks himself, what does it mean to be the strongest if he's not able to do the one thing he's supposed to do? There is no answer. He can only do what he can. Everything else is just an unspoken wish that he carries silently inside him.
The kitchen smells of smoke and citrus as he walks in. Sayuri sits outside on the patio with a cigarette hanging from her lips as she peels an orange. It's a familiar sight, one that he's seen numerous times before, in another place and time. Moonlight spills across her skin and catches the highlights of her hair. She takes a bite of the orange and grimaces. Back then, she never sat alone.
Satoru walks over. "What are you doing at this hour?" he asks. Her gaze turns to him and she smiles as he takes a seat on the empty chair beside her. He opens his mouth expectantly and she slips an orange wedge between his lips. It's sour. She chuckles lightly as his face twists with displeasure.
"No good, right?" she says mournfully and discards the unwanted fruit onto the plate with its skin. "What a waste..."
"You can make juice and add sugar," he tells her. "It doesn't need to go to waste."
She hums thoughtfully and takes a drag from her cigarette. "I suppose you're right." Her gaze drops low and her carmine eyes swim with ghosts beneath her lashes. He reaches over to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and she turns back to him while he strokes her cheek with the back of his fingers. "What is it?" she asks softly and when she smiles, the apparitions disappear.
