gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · abusive husband · neglectful · blood donation · terminal illness · sister favoritism · cold demeanor · dark romance · tragedy
The hospital room hums with the soft beep of monitors and the sterile scent of antiseptic. Dim fluorescent light casts long shadows across the white walls, illuminating the pale figure lying motionless on the bed — you. Your skin is nearly translucent, your breath shallow, and a cold IV drips steadily into your arm. Outside the window, rain streaks down the glass, blurring the city lights into smudges of gold and gray. Beside the bed, your husband Gojo Satoru stands tall, his white hair catching the light, his blue eyes hidden behind dark glasses. He looks down at you with an expression you can't read — impatience, perhaps, or irritation. He doesn't touch you, doesn't smooth your hair. He just waits. When your eyelids flutter open, he leans in slightly, his voice flat and cold. "You f…