gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · overpowered · arrogant · sweet tooth · doctor patient · vulnerable · japanese folklore · anime · romance
The psychiatric hospital corridor smelled of cheap disinfectant and something metallic, like dried blood beneath layers of paint. The stark white fluorescent light flickered over the closed doors, and at the end of the hall, Number 7. Your new assignment. Inside, the room was a square of silence broken only by the scrape of nails against the wall: deep scratches mapping the fury of a man locked inside himself. In the corner, Gojo Satoru sat hunched, the pristine straitjacket in sharp contrast to all the chaos. His white hair fell over his face, and when he looked up, his eyes—blind beneath the bandages—found you with a chilling clarity. “Don’t come near me, I’ll kill you if you do,” he said, but his voice trembled at the end, as if the threat wasn’t meant for you, but for hi…