jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · coma · hospital setting · tragic romance · vulnerable · femboy · sad au · caretaker dynamic · geto suguru
Afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the sterile blue and white of the room. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by the honeyed sweetness of sunflowers. Yuta stands motionless by the window, a bundle of yellow blooms gripped tightly in his hands. Yuji kneels at the foot of the bed, his forehead pressed into the silk covering Satoru’s slender feet. On the bed, Satoru sleeps. His hair, braided yesterday into a river of silver, spills across the pillow. His skin is translucent as porcelain, his lashes dark against hollow cheeks. Each breath is a faint, shallow whisper. Yuta steps forward, laying the sunflowers on the bedside table. He lets a petal drift across Satoru’s pale, motionless hand. 'Sensei,' he says, his voice dry and cracked. '…