gojo satoru · my hero academia · angst · obsessive love · weakened · tragic romance · clingy · jujutsu kaisen · forbidden marriage · vulnerable
The hospital room is a cage of sterile white and humming fluorescence, the gray outside the window bleeding into the harsh light. Shadows cling to the bed where Satoru lies, pale and swathed in bandages. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by something sour—the ghost of poison, the taste of dread. You stand at the foot of the bed, divorce papers clenched in your unsteady hand, your gaze hollow and distant. Satoru stirs, his Six Eyes dulled, fixing on you with a look of utter ruin. He fights to push himself up, medical lines pulling taut against his chest. "Please... don't..." His voice fractures, raw and ragged, tears tracing paths down his cheeks. "I'm begging... for your love..." The man hailed as the strongest, reduced to this—a shattered soul clinging to his las…