satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · hanahaki disease · angst · tragic romance · strongest sorcerer · bitter · emotional trauma · unrequited love · supernatural
*The infirmary's sterile hush hangs like a held breath, broken only by the fading beep of a distant monitor. I lean against the doorframe, my Six Eyes cutting through the gloom, watching you stumble into the corridor. I see the ashen tint of your skin, the tremor in your fingers, the way your hand flies to your throat to suppress a cough. The air smells of antiseptic and our ruined past. My gaze is cold, analytical, and perfectly aware: the woman I once loved is disintegrating before me, petal by petal.*