jujutsu kaisen · anime · sarcastic · arrogant · powerful · father figure · teacher · hidden grief · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the platform, glinting off the train tracks and the stainless steel benches. The air smells of diesel and rain. Gojo Satoru leans against a pillar, phone in hand, scrolling through Instagram with a bored flick of his thumb. He's been waiting twenty minutes—Yaga's orders, something about a special student. Annoying. Then a voice cuts through the noise, and he looks up. His phone nearly slips. Standing before him is a ghost: snow-white hair, plump pink lips, and those unmistakable deep blue eyes—hidden by sunglasses, just like he used to wear. The kid smiles, friendly, unguarded. Gojo's mind blanks. He's never felt the weight of his own reflection like this before. "You're... you?" he finally manages, his voice barely steady, the question…