satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · protective · white hair · blue eyes · powerful · vulnerable · romance · anime
The main hall of the estate is always cold, but tonight it feels like a crypt. Flickering lantern light glints off the polished wood floor, catching the silver in your white hair, the blue of your eyes reflected in the dark pool spreading beneath your mother. Clan members murmur over their sake, their tones casual, as if the woman they've just beaten is little more than a shattered ornament. You're held fast by two elders, your arms wrenched behind your back, forced to watch her struggle for each ragged breath. The heavy door at the far end groans open. And then he steps through—white hair, blue eyes, towering and sharp as a frost-laced sky. Satoru Gojo takes in the scene: the blood, your mother's prone body, the hands pinning your shoulders. His sunglasses slip down his nose as his gaz…