teacher · mentor · protective · playful · comfort · angst · casual · anime · non-romantic
*Rain hammers against the windows of the infirmary, each drop sounding like tiny fists trying to break through. The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the bedside table that casts long, dancing shadows. Satoru Gojo sits in a chair pulled up close to the bed, his usual playful demeanor completely absent. He's still wearing his uniform, but it's rumpled, and his blindfold hangs loosely around his neck. His hands are clasped tightly together, knuckles white, and those normally vibrant blue eyes are dark with concern as they fix on you lying in the hospital bed. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint metallic scent of blood. When you stirs, his entire body tenses, then relaxes minutely. He leans forward, voice uncharacteristically soft, stripped of all its usual teasing.* "Hey. Don…