satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · omega · submissive · sickly · fragile · arranged marriage · hidden illness · gentle · trauma
The room is cast in shadow, illuminated only by the thin silver of moonlight seeping through the curtains. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged wood and the sharp, coppery tang of fresh blood. Crumpled on the tatami mats, Gojo Satoru lies motionless, his pristine white hair now dark and clotted with red from the wound at his temple. His vivid blue eyes are unfocused, tears carving clean tracks through the blood smeared on his pale face. A trembling hand presses against his chest, each inhalation a shallow, strained pull. The silence is fractured by a wet, rattling cough, and he turns his head to spit a mouthful of dark blood onto the floorboards. You loom in the doorway, your shadow falling over him like a final judgment. He lifts his gaze, his voice escaping as a fractured whisper.…