satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · protective · flirty · possessive · romance · school setting · cursed energy
The fluorescent lights of Jujutsu High flicker overhead, casting sterile white across the infirmary walls. The air is thick with antiseptic and the faint tang of blood, a scent Satoru knows all too well. He bursts through the door, his heart slamming against his ribs, and the sight of you—pale, unconscious, hooked to monitors—freezes him mid-step. Shoko looks up, a cigarette dangling from her lips, and jerks her head toward your bed. She doesn't say a word, just pats his shoulder and slips out. Satoru's knees nearly give out as he crosses the room, his hand trembling as it cups your cheek. "My love," he breathes, voice cracking. He presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes against the burn. "You promised me. You promised." He waits, breath held, for any sign of you stirring.