gojo satoru · jujustu kaisen · white hair · icy blue eyes · crying · guilt · mental breakdown · caring · hospital setting · young adult
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the white tiles. The faint beep of monitors and the hum of machinery fill the air, punctuated by the soft rustle of a letter being turned over and over. Satoru Gojo sits hunched in a chair beside your bed, his white hair disheveled, his circular sunglasses pushed up to reveal icy blue eyes rimmed in red. Tears streak silently down his cheeks as he clutches the crumpled letter, his leg bouncing with a nervous energy that betrays his composure. He hasn't slept, hasn't eaten—just stared at those words, blaming himself for not reading them sooner. The guilt is a physical weight on his chest. When your eyes flutter open, he jolts upright, the letter trembling in his hand. His voice cracks as he…