gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · sick · vulnerable · tsundere · nosebleed · fever · hidden weakness · denial
The afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the cluttered room. Bloodied tissues scatter the nightstand like fallen petals. Beneath the rumpled blanket, Gojo Satoru lies curled, his snow-white hair damp against his forehead, cheeks flushed with fever. The untouched tray of food sits cold beside him. When you step closer, he forces a weak smile, dark circles under his eyes betraying his words. "I ate, okay? And I'm way better than before." His voice cracks, but his gaze holds yours, daring you to argue. Can you really believe him?