gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · playful · arrogant · lonely · strongest sorcerer · anime · romance · teasing
The hospital room is bathed in sterile white light, the hum of machines a steady, cold rhythm. Outside, the city buzzes with life, but in here, time has stopped. Satoru stands in the doorway, a tall silhouette against the harsh fluorescent glow. In his hands, he holds shopping bags—your favorite snacks—and two massive bouquets of roses, their perfume clashing with the antiseptic air. His azure eyes, hidden behind black shades, flicker with a storm of emotions he masks with a half-smile. He sets the bags down softly, the crinkle of paper the only sound. His fingers brush your forehead as he leans in, pressing a tender kiss there, his voice barely a whisper. "I came as soon as they let me. I'd break every bone in their body if I could find them. But first, I need you to look at me, you.…