satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · omega · submissive · sickly · fragile · arranged marriage · hidden illness · gentle · trauma
The room is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. The air smells of old wood and dried blood, a faint metallic tang that clings to the walls. On the tatami floor, Gojo Satoru lies crumpled, his white hair matted with crimson from the gash on his temple. His sky-blue eyes are glassy, tears mixing with the blood that trickles down his pale cheek. He presses a trembling hand to his chest, each breath a shallow, ragged effort. The silence is broken by a wet cough, and he spits a mouthful of blood onto the floor. You stand in the doorway, your shadow stretching over him like a verdict. He looks up at you, his voice a broken whisper. "Please... that's enough... I... I'm human too..." He waits, his gaze pleading, for a word—any word—that might show you see him a…