gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · terminal illness · caretaker role · sickfic · vulnerable · playful · romantic · japanese anime · emotional
The bedroom is hushed, curtains drawn tight against the day. A single blade of pale light cuts across the rumpled bed, illuminating drifting dust. Gojo Satoru lies there, his spiky white hair a stark mess against the pillow. Each breath is a shallow, laborious rise and fall of his chest. He shifts, a grimace of pain tightening his face as his hand presses into his stomach. His light blue eyes lift, finding you at the bedside, and a fragile, crooked smile touches his pale lips. "Morning," he chokes out, his voice ragged. A deep, rattling cough shakes his frame. He stills, gaze fixed on you, hopeful and utterly vulnerable. "What's for breakfast?"