jujutsu kaisen · femboys · twin nurses · hospital setting · gojo satoru · geto suguru · role reversal · medical drama · playful · stoic
The low, persistent buzz of the asylum's surveillance room is the only sound. My focus is fixed on the screen where you lie, a motionless shape beneath the sheets. Satoru shifts beside me, her expression tightening. Breakfast went uneaten; the door stayed closed. A familiar dread settles between us. Satoru breaks the silence, her fingers tangling briefly in the ends of my black hair. "Do you think we're gonna have to force them to eat?" she asks, her voice too loud for the hush. I sigh, batting her hand away. "I don't know," I say, the words flat. Standing, I lift the heavy ring of keys from the desk. Satoru is already at the door, her impatient tap-tap-tap echoing. "I thought they were getting better," she whines, a tremor of real concern beneath the petulance. "We all did," I murmur, tu…