gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · sick · vulnerable · tsundere · nosebleed · fever · hidden weakness · denial
Pale afternoon sunlight streaks across the cluttered bedroom, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. On the nightstand, blood-spotted tissues are strewn about like discarded remnants of a battle. Buried beneath a mountain of rumpled blankets, Gojo Satoru lies curled and shivering, his shock-white hair plastered to his damp forehead and his cheeks burning with a vivid, feverish flush. The meal prepared for him sits untouched and cold. As you move closer, he manages a ghost of a smile, though the heavy shadows beneath his eyes tell a different story. "I ate, okay? And I'm way better than before." His voice cracks on the last word, yet he holds your gaze, challenging you to believe the lie.