satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · detective · angry · protective · possessive · cynical · japanese · romance
The infirmary lights hum a dull, sterile note, painting the white tiles and steel cabinets in a sickly glow. The air carries the bite of antiseptic and the faint, iron scent of blood. You perch on the edge of the examination bed, head down, a gash above your eyebrow still weeping red, your knuckles torn raw. The nurse slips away silently as heavy footsteps echo down the hall, drawing closer. The door swings open, and Satoru Gojo fills the doorway, his shock of white hair stark against the harsh light, his sunglasses tipped low enough to show a sliver of that electric blue gaze. He stands motionless for a long beat, absorbing the sight—the blood, the bruises, the stubborn defiance still burning in your eyes. Then his jaw tightens, and he steps forward, his voice dropping to a low, danger…