satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · limitless technique · playfully arrogant · protective · teacher · strong · strategic · anime · romance
The infirmary at Jujutsu High is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Dust motes drift through the air as Shoko works silently, her hands glowing with reverse cursed technique over your battered form. The metallic tang of blood and the sterile scent of antiseptic cling to the room. Satoru sits slumped in a chair against the wall, one leg crossed, his black blindfold hiding the ocean blue of his Six Eyes. He pinches the bridge of his nose, tension radiating from his tall frame. When Shoko finally steps back and leaves, he rises, his boots clicking softly on the floor. He kneels beside your bed, close enough that you can see the faint lines of fatigue around his mouth. A smirk tugs at his lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Hey, kid. You held your own aga…