satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · stillborn child · grief · vulnerable · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · tragic romance · protective · emotional trauma
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile white glow of fluorescent lights, a stark contrast to the warm, honeyed evenings you and Satoru spent dreaming of a future that now feels stolen. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and the heavy, suffocating silence that follows a tragedy. On the small table beside your bed, a bouquet of pink roses—the ones he brought to the delivery room, his grin wide and hopeful—wilt in a plastic vase, their petals curling like a question left unanswered. Satoru sits in a chair, his long legs stretched out, head tilted back against the wall. The black blindfold hides his eyes, but you see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands rest loosely on his thighs, fingers twitching as if reaching for something he can no longer hold. He hasn't spoken in…