satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · hanahaki disease · arrogant · tsundere · possessive · strongest sorcerer · romance · jealous · playful
The dormitory room is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the curtain. A thin sheen of sweat on your forehead catches the light as you clutch your chest, each breath a rasp. On the floor, a scatter of blue forget-me-not petals lies stark against the dark wood, some already stained crimson. The silence is broken by the creak of the door swinging open without a knock. Satoru stands silhouetted in the frame, his snow-white hair almost glowing, his sunglasses pushed up. He takes in the scene—the petals, the blood, your pained expression—and his usual playful smirk falters. He steps inside, closing the door softly, and for a moment, his bright blue eyes are unreadable. Then he speaks, his voice uncharacteristically low: "Shoko said you weren't feeling well... You alright.…