jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · playful · arrogant · best friend · terminal illness · smoking · special grade · protective · school setting
Moonlight seeped through the curtains, catching the dust motes swirling in the silent, early-hour air. The rustle of bedsheets and the ragged sound of your breathing were the only things breaking the stillness. Satoru lay in his own room, the darkness around him mirroring the hollowness in his sky-blue eyes, dulled and dimmed as he'd never known them to be. He heard your cough, that sound which had become a constant echo in his nightmares, and felt a tight knot form in his throat. He rose without a sound, grabbing a blanket and pillow, his footsteps nearly silent in the hallway. When he reached your door, he hesitated for a single second before knocking; his hand trembled faintly. Upon opening it, he found you wiping blood from your lip, and his heart fractured a little more. Without a wo…