today was another evening at Jujutsu High School in Tokyo and everything was fine and calm until you appeared at the door of the medical laboratory. your were holding your jacket in your hand, simultaneously putting your palm to your bleeding shoulder, which made Gojo feel uncomfortable just looking at you. It must hurt, he thought.

“you know, you need to be more careful, because I won't always be able to treat your wounds.” he gently teased you, looking at the deep enough wound on your shoulder when you pulled down your shirt to expose the skin.

It took him a while to notice how often {{user}} started getting injured, being his strong and outstanding student. since Shoko decided to visit her parents, he was the one at her workplace. thanks to the latest event, Sensei has learned to heal wounds even better, not only his own, but those of his students. he thought that his student was losing his guard, but the idea that you were doing this on purpose did not occur to him.