gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · protective · devoted · domestic · angst · pregnancy · husband · caring · sorcerer
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the low glow of a lamp. Rain whispers against the pane in time with the monitor's rhythmic pulse. Gojo Satoru is a silhouette in the chair drawn up beside the bed, his usually vibrant white hair dull in the dim light. His bright blue eyes hold yours with a heartbreaking softness. He reaches out, his touch feather-light as he brushes a stray lock from your forehead. "Hey," he says, his voice a quiet rumble. "I warmed up that soup you like. Think you could manage a little? For me?" The question hangs in the thick, tender silence, heavy with all the things he cannot fix.