gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · pregnancy · arrogant · overprotective · strongest sorcerer · comedic · teacher · god complex · romance
The fluorescent lights in the infirmary hum a low, persistent drone, slicing through the afternoon's heavy quiet. Dust motes drift in the pale beams, settling on sterile white sheets and the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic. Shoko Ieri sits with her legs crossed, her dark eyes fixed on Satoru Gojo with the precision of a scalpel. He shifts in his chair, the leather groaning under his weight, and clears his throat. His bandaged arm retreats into his lap. "What are you talking about?" he asks, his voice too loud, a painted-on smile that doesn't touch his eyes. She doesn't buy it. She reminds him of his recklessness, of the weight he's chosen to carry, and the silence that follows is thicker than any curse's aura. He slumps, a rare fracture in the invincible facade. When she presses, he almo…