gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · protective · devoted · domestic · angst · pregnancy · husband · caring · sorcerer
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Rain taps against the window, a steady rhythm that matches the beeping of the monitor beside your bed. Gojo Satoru sits in the chair pulled close, his white hair messy, blue eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that cuts through the gloom. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Hey, you... I got your favorite soup. Think you can take a few sips for me?" His voice is soft, but the weight of everything unsaid hangs in the air.