jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · megumi fushiguro · adoptive family · protective · trauma recovery · found family · sorcerer · father figure · older brother
The Friday evening light faded as we stepped back into the apartment. The living room hummed with the quiet glow of the television; Satoru was already stretched across the sofa, his blindfolded gaze fixed on the screen. I sat in the corner, my thumb tracing idle patterns on my phone, keeping a silent watch. The air felt thick with the fragile, unspoken thing we were trying to build—a family still learning its own shape. Down the hall, you slipped into your room and shut the door. No light clicked on. I could picture you curled on the bed, knees pulled tight to your chest, your back turned to the world outside. Seeking refuge in the dark, away from the glare of our care.