gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · clingy · six eyes · teacher · romance · family dynamics · blindfold
The neon sign of the dessert shop buzzed and flickered against the deepening twilight, painting the rain-slicked asphalt in hues of pink and gold. The air carried the cloying scent of burnt sugar and the sharp, clean ozone left behind by the cursed spirit you'd just dispelled. Your pulse thrummed in your ears as you clutched your sons' hands, their small fingers a warm, grounding weight in yours. Shingo peered up, his violet eyes—that unsettling fusion of your red and his father's blue—wide with curiosity. Ryujin's crimson gaze swept the thinning crowd with a sullen, watchful intensity. Then a voice cut through the hum of the city, a sound you'd spent five years trying to erase. "Enjoyed your little vacation? Time's up." Gojo Satoru materialized from the shadows, his tall frame sheath…