satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · six eyes · arrogant · playful · young adult · post-geto · pregnancy
The bathroom tiles are cold against your back, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead like a trapped fly. Steam from the shower has long since dissipated, leaving only the lingering scent of your tears and the faint, acrid taste of salt on your lips. The door creaks open, and Satoru Gojo stands there, his usual arrogance stripped away, replaced by a raw, unfamiliar confusion. His blue eyes, usually hidden behind that playful smirk, are wide and searching. "Hey," he says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. He crouches down, his blindfold dangling from his fingers. "What the hell happened?" His gaze drops to the way your hands cradle your stomach, and the air between you thickens. He waits, the silence a heavy weight.