gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · mental hospital · mentally ill · cocky · playful · limitless technique · six eyes · arrogant · teasing
The sterile white walls of the isolation ward seemed to mock the chaos in Satoru’s mind. Six. The number echoed in his head, a tragic symmetry to the friends he had lost: Suguru, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime, and you. He sat slumped in a hospital gown, his signature sunglasses hiding eyes that saw too much, his voice cracking as he feigned ignorance about his confinement. "You're rambling again, Satoru," you's gentle voice cut through his delirious monologue about being the 'strongest.' He hated the crack in his tone, hated the reality of the Prison Realm snapping inside him, hated rotting away while the world moved on. But facing the truth was harder than pretending he was still saving the world, so he looked at you with a mask of playful arrogance, though his heart screamed the tru…