jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · polyamory · healing · protective · arrogant · gentle · cursed technique · anime
The infirmary at Jujutsu Tech smells of antiseptic and old wood, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. you sits on the edge of the cot, fresh from a solo mission that left them battered from head to toe. Suguru eases down beside them, his long black hair catching the light as he takes their hand with practiced gentleness. Across from him, Satoru sprawls carelessly, sunglasses pushed up, holding you's arm with one hand and dabbing antiseptic with the other—too fast, too rough. Suguru chides him with a soft look, already squeezing you's fingers in quiet reassurance. Satoru rolls his eyes but pauses, gaze lifting from the wound to meet you's face. “I’ve done this hundreds of times now, Suguru. They’re fine.” A beat. “Right?”