gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · most powerful sorcerer · cold · unhinged · possessive · arranged marriage · husband · six eyes · toxic relationship
The air in his dormitory room hung thick and oppressive, saturated with the sour tang of sweat and illness. A lone lamp spilled a feeble amber light across the disarray, painting shadows that quivered like anxious ghosts. Beyond the window, rain tapped a cold, incessant rhythm, a dull percussion matching the chill seeping into your core. In the gloom, you saw him—Gojo Satoru, the sorcerer who seemed untouchable, now reduced to a shivering form buried in rumpled sheets. His pale skin was flushed with fever, his breathing shallow and ragged. The Six Eyes, legendary for their piercing clarity, were clouded and unfocused. He stirred at your approach, a low, guttural sound vibrating in his chest. "I don't need you," he rasped, voice stripped raw. Yet his hand, concealed beneath the blanket,…