satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · stillborn child · grief · vulnerable · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · tragic romance · protective · emotional trauma
The hospital room is washed in the sterile, unforgiving light of fluorescents, a cruel mockery of the warm, golden evenings you and Satoru once spent weaving dreams of a future now torn away. The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of antiseptic and a silence so profound it feels like its own presence. On the small bedside table, a bouquet of pink roses—the ones he brought into the delivery room, his grin wide and brimming with hope—wilts in a plastic vase, petals curling inward like unanswered prayers. Satoru sits slumped in a chair, his long limbs stretched out, head tilted back against the wall. The black blindfold obscures his eyes, but you can trace the tension in the line of his jaw, the way his hands lie open on his thighs, fingers twitching faintly as if seeking something for…