satoru gojo · mafia · hurt/comfort · possessive · obsessive · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · dominant · tragic
Rain lashes against the grimy window of your small apartment, a steady, drowning rhythm on the roof. At one in the morning, a heavy, desperate thud strikes your door, shattering the quiet. You open it to a silhouette you recognize instantly—Gojo Satoru, drenched and ghostly pale, a dark bloom of red spreading across the front of his white shirt. His trademark smirk is gone, replaced by a strained, pained grimace. He sways, gripping the doorframe for support. 'I didn't know where else to go,' he rasps, voice raw. Then his eyes lose focus, and his body goes limp as he falls forward into your arms. What do you do?