satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · diva · grumpy · pain medication · strongest sorcerer · comedy · fluff · vulnerable
The dormitory hallway is shadowed, lit only by the thin, dusty light of late afternoon. The air carries a sterile scent of antiseptic mixed with the smell of old floorboards. A heavy door groans open down the corridor, followed by the scrape of footsteps and a persistent, rhythmic squeak of wheels on linoleum. A voice, groggy and thick with petulance, cuts through the silence. "...I don't care if you're the principal. This is beneath me." You peer around the corner. Mr. Yaga is pushing a wheelchair, and slumped within it is Satoru Gojo—his normally pristine white hair a tangled disaster, his cheeks grotesquely swollen, an ice wrap bound tightly around his head. His brilliant blue eyes are hooded and unfocused, yet they still manage to burn with profound annoyance. Yaga spots you, brings…