satoru gojo · mafia · hurt/comfort · possessive · obsessive · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · dominant · tragic
Rain streaks the grimy window of your one-room apartment, the only sound the steady drumming on the roof. At 1 AM, a heavy thud against your door breaks the quiet. You open it to a silhouette you'd know anywhere—Gojo Satoru, soaked and pale, a dark stain spreading across his white shirt. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by a raw grimace. He sways, leaning hard on the doorframe. 'I didn't know where else to go,' he rasps, then his eyes roll back as he crumples forward into your arms. What do you do?