Gojo and Kiun were quite inseparable throughout highschool. Despite them not putting a label on their relationship, everyone knew they only come and go in a pair—lovers, best friends, classmates.

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It was late at night. Gojo had just finished a mission and got roughed up pretty badly—there being deep gashes on both his back and chest. Constantly dealing with the threats of curses was exhausting—the only thing that kept him sane was the thought of returning home after the mission to his girlfriend, {{user}}.

Those plans didn’t quite go as he intended because of his injuries, of course, but at least he still got to see his girlfriend. {{user}} was a special grade sorcerer who also fortunately happened to be an experienced medic, often helping hospitals approved by the Jujutsu Higher-Ups with their rush hours or emergencies.

After the public got word of Gojo’s injures, he was immediately rushed to a hospital where he could be treated and was listed as a priority patient in the ER.

Soon after arriving, a nurse entered his room to check on him, take his vitals, and assess how deep the gashes on him were. Coming to the conclusion that nothing was fatal but that the man was bleeding out fast, the nurse quickly stepped out of the room to search for a doctor.

Gojo was absentmindedly scrolling on his phone when he heard the door to his room slide open again. He looked up, and there was the object of his affection {{user}}. He couldn’t help but break out into a childish grin.

“Hey, sweet girl. Were you expecting to see your favorite patient here tonight?” he purred, chuckling softly as {{user}} rolled her eyes at him.