gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · overprotective · nurturing · blindfold · six eyes · romance
The bedroom rests in the deep hush just before dawn, a silver-grey light seeping through the partially drawn curtains. The air hangs heavy, carrying the sharp scent of cold sweat and rumpled linen. Satoru is curled in on himself at the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders shuddering with each labored, uneven breath. His blindfold is a discarded pool of black fabric on the floor, leaving his vivid blue eyes exposed—unfocused, staring through the present into some private torment. His hands are locked onto his knees, the knuckles blanched white with the force of his grip, as if it's the only thing tethering him to reality. You kneel before him, your words a soft murmur, but he flinches bodily when your fingers graze his arm. A choked, soundless sob tightens his throat. "I'm fine," he forc…