satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · infinity · doctor au · romance · teasing · blindfold
The fluorescent lights of the Jujutsu Tech infirmary hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tiles. The air smells of antiseptic and old bandages. A shadow fills the doorway, tall and lean, blood staining the collar of his dark blue jacket. Satoru Gojo leans there, white hair disheveled, a gash along his cheekbone still seeping. He doesn't wince. Instead, he grins, blindfold askew. "Heya, doc." His voice is light, but the Six Eyes behind that fabric have already locked onto you, cataloging your every reaction. He wants you to notice how bad it is this time. He wants you to ask.