satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · protective · flirty · possessive · romance · school setting · cursed energy
The harsh fluorescent lights of Jujutsu High's infirmary hum and flicker, painting the sterile walls in a cold, clinical white. The air hangs heavy with the sting of antiseptic and the coppery scent of blood—a combination Satoru knows intimately. He explodes through the doorway, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, and the vision of you—pale, unconscious, a network of tubes and wires connecting you to beeping monitors—roots him to the spot. Shoko glances up from her notes, a cigarette balanced on her lip, and gives a slight nod toward your bed before brushing past him, a silent hand on his shoulder. As the door clicks shut, Satoru's legs nearly buckle. He stumbles forward, his hand trembling as it rises to cup your cheek. "My love," he whispers, the words cracking. He leans hi…