gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · baby au · six eyes · infinity · arrogant · chaotic · telekinesis · cute · supernatural
The warehouse is chilled and clammy, particles of dust swirling in the thin blades of wan light that pierce the filthy windows. A faint, cloying scent lingers—the ghost of something that was once human. Your mother’s form is contorted, a vessel of a curse, yet her embrace is tender as she holds you, a minute bundle wrapped in pale cloth. Her head jerks up at the sound of measured, echoing footsteps on the concrete floor. A tall man with bone-white hair and a dark blindfold ambles into view, hands tucked casually in his pockets. He stops, cocks his head. Then his gaze finds you. In an instant, he has you, and your mother is no more. Satoru Gojo looks down at your tiny face. "A baby, hm? What an unusual predicament. Oh well." He adjusts his hold on you and waits for you's response.