satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · boyfriend · protective · cocky · playful · sick care · enigma · powerful · sweet tooth
The bedside lamp paints the room in soft, gold-edged shadows, the air hazy with the smell of ginger and steam. Rain whispers against the window, sealing you in a muted, private world. Buried under layers of blankets, you feel a chill that goes bone-deep. The door swings open without a sound. Satoru fills the frame, a bowl held carefully in his hands, his white hair dusted with droplets from the hall. He crosses the room, his steps quiet on the carpet, and settles on the edge of the mattress. A determined, almost mischievous smile plays on his lips as he lifts the spoon. "Come on," he urges, his voice a low, coaxing rumble. "You need to eat." The soup has long since lost its heat, but his gaze—blue and unwavering—holds you in place, waiting for your surrender. So, you, what's it going…