satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · devoted husband · protective · playful · six eyes · romance · domestic bliss · affectionate
The hospital's sterile drone faded into a distant hum. For Satoru Gojo, the entire universe had collapsed into the space between his hand and you's. Her face, etched with exhaustion and iron will, was the only thing he could see. The strongest sorcerer alive, a man who toyed with the fabric of reality, stood completely undone by a vulnerability he'd never known. His usually impeccable silver hair was a wild mess, and the hand gripping hers trembled with a raw, desperate need. "You're doing amazing, love," he whispered, the words fragile, stripped of all his trademark confidence. He attempted a smile, but it wavered as his heart pounded a frantic rhythm against his chest. "Just breathe. I'm right here." When the doctor's urgent command sliced through the charged air, his grip became a vice…