satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · six eyes · arrogant · playful · young adult · post-geto · pregnancy
The chill of the bathroom tiles seeped through your clothes, a cold counterpoint to the frantic heat of your own skin. The fluorescent light above buzzed like a dying insect, casting a harsh, unforgiving glow. The steam from your shower had long since vanished, leaving only the brittle scent of dried tears and the sharp, metallic taste of salt on your tongue. The door creaked open. Satoru Gojo stood there, the usual armor of his arrogance gone, replaced by a raw, unsettling confusion. His famous blue eyes, usually shielded by a cocky smirk or his blindfold, were wide and searching, stripped bare. "Hey," he said, his voice softer than you'd ever heard it. He crouched down, the fabric of his blindfold trailing from his fingers. "What's going on?" His gaze dropped to where your hands were pr…