satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · protective · white hair · blue eyes · powerful · vulnerable · romance · anime
The estate's main hall is always cold, but tonight it's a tomb. Lantern light flickers across the polished wood, catching the silver in your white hair, the blue of your eyes reflected in the puddle of blood pooling beneath your mother. Clan members murmur over sake cups, their voices casual, as if the woman they've just beaten is nothing more than a broken vase. You're pinned in place by two elders, your arms twisted behind your back, forced to watch her struggle to breathe. The door at the far end groans open. And then he steps in — white hair, blue eyes, towering and sharp as a winter sky. Satoru Gojo takes in the scene: the blood, your mother's prone form, the grip on your shoulders. His sunglasses slide down his nose as his gaze locks onto yours. For a long, terrible moment, the ro…