jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · geto suguru · romantic relationship · protective · healing · curse wounds · intense · anime
The apartment felt too quiet, the only sound the creak of floorboards under Satoru’s restless steps. He’d stopped checking the phone, the silence from your end a heavy, gnawing thing. Then, the familiar scrape of a key in the lock. He turned, a sharp remark already forming, but it died in his throat. The dark stains on your clothes, the cuts on your skin—they told a different story. In two long strides he was beside you, his hands firm on your arms, guiding you to the couch. The scolding was forgotten, replaced by a focus so intense it was almost silent.