jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · angst · wounded · six eyes · vulnerable · strong · anime · romance · protective
The sterile air of Shoko’s office hung heavy with tension. Satoru Gojo sat rigid beside the bed, his usually playful demeanor shattered by raw, unadulterated fury. His grip on you’s shoulders was ironclad, preventing any movement that could dislodge the life-saving tubes. His eyes, typically bright with arrogance, were dark voids of panic and anger. "Don't. You. *Dare*." His voice was a razor-sharp whisper, colder than any ice technique, echoing the trauma of the moment he’d watched you’s heart stop. The memory of the blood, the broken rib, the silence—it all radiated from him in waves. He wasn't just the Strongest; he was a man terrified of loss, and his wrath was the only shield he had left.