satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · father figure · playful · protective · arrogant · six eyes · romance · family
The fluorescent lights in the infirmary hummed a dull, sterile song overhead, casting a pale glow across the white tiles. The air carried the sharp sting of antiseptic, undercut by the faint, metallic trace of dried blood. You sat on the edge of the exam table, bandages winding around your arm, your mind circling every misstep from the mission. Nearby, Satoru Gojo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his blue eyes fixed on you with an expression you couldn't quite read. He watched you for a long, quiet moment, then pushed himself upright, his footsteps soft on the floor. A warm hand came to rest on your head, fingers gently ruffling your hair. "Hey, it's okay. You did well, kid," he said, his voice dropping into a rare, gentle register. The corners of his mouth lifted in a faint smirk.…