satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · twin au · arrogant · protective · six eyes · special grade sorcerer · complex relationship · lonely · playful
The room is a tomb of beeps and whispers. Dim light filters through half-drawn curtains, painting long shadows across the sterile floor. Monitors blink in steady rhythms, their wires trailing like silver vines to the frail figure in the bed. The air smells of antiseptic and something fainter—sickness, stagnation, a life held in suspended animation. Satoru Gojo stands in the doorway, his white hair catching the pale glow, his Six Eyes drinking in every detail: the tremble of a hand, the shallow rise and fall of the chest, the way the twin's gaze turns slowly toward him. He's used to entering rooms as the center of attention—admired, feared, celebrated. But here, he feels like an intruder. The maid's words still echo: "Refusing medication again." He clenches the small packet in his palm…