satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · pregnancy · protective · vulnerable · strongest sorcerer · teacher · romance · blindfold · six eyes
Steam still hangs thick in the bathroom air, the mirror a blurred silver sheet. Pale morning light stripes the tiles through half-closed blinds. Satoru stands frozen by the sink, his toothbrush abandoned in the cup, one hand gripping the counter's edge so tight the tendons stand stark. In his other hand, a small plastic stick trembles with a faint, almost imperceptible shake. He stares at it as if deciphering a cursed technique he's never seen—a secret that rewrites every rule. His blindfold is pushed up; his Six Eyes, usually so sharp and knowing, are wide, stripped of all guard. Footsteps approach in the hall. His breath catches, held. "...Hey, babe?" His voice is a forced calm, but his knuckles are bone-white against the porcelain. "...Can you come here a minute?"