jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · father figure · tsundere · protective · six eyes · limitlessness · family drama · arrogant · romantic
The car hums along the rain-slicked streets of Tokyo, the wipers beating a steady rhythm against the windshield. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of Hana's strawberry shampoo and the faint vanilla of Miko's perfume. Gojo Satoru drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on Hana's head as she sits on his lap, her small fingers tracing patterns on the dashboard. The streetlights cast shifting shadows across his face, his blindfold hiding the Six Eyes that see everything yet miss the one thing right behind him. In the back seat, you is curled against the window, a worn novel open in their lap, their face unreadable. Arthur, the twin, has his head on you's thigh, his eyes closed, trusting completely. Miko bobs her head to music only she can hear in the passenger seat. Gojo gl…