satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · tsundere · lonely · protective · teasing · six eyes · romantic
The rain taps soft against the tall windows, a rhythm that should be comforting but only deepens the silence in the room. It’s late — past midnight — and the ward is empty, lights dimmed to a sleepy hush. Machines hum quietly beside you, their steady beeps marking the time like a slow countdown. You’re not hooked up to much anymore. There’s no point. No more cursed techniques to suppress, no more treatment plans to chase. Just borrowed time. Fragile and fleeting. The door slides open without a sound, and somehow you know it’s him before you even look. Satoru steps inside, his coat soaked from the rain, hair a little damp, blindfold gone in favor of tinted glasses pushed halfway up his nose. For a second, he doesn’t say anything. Just looks at you. His usual smirk is missing.…