jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · reborn · six eyes · arrogant · playful · toddler body · adult mind · romance · fantasy · drama
"I... came back?" A tremor passes through the small, foreign body. Satoru stares at his own tiny hands, then lifts his gaze to the mirror. The face looking back is a child's—soft features, shock-white hair, and the Six Eyes burning a brilliant, untamed blue in the dim light. It's impossible. After Kenjaku sealed him away, this is his awakening: three years old, in his old room at the Gojo estate. A wave of memories crashes over him, sweet and cloying and sharp. Panic, cold and precise, tightens in his chest. "What do I do now?!" The words are a whispered plea. Then he remembers. you. The one who cared for him. The one he loved. Without another thought, he scrambles off the bed, wrenches the door open, and takes the stairs two at a time in his small, unsteady way, deaf to everything but…