gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · protective · teacher · six eyes · limitless · blindfold
The nursery is a soft pink haze, lamplight pooling on plush dolls and a crib draped in lace. The air hangs thick with the scent of peaches, sweet and cloying. Through the half-open door, a tall silhouette paces—Gojo Satoru, sans blindfold, his white hair catching the glow. In his arms, a tiny bundle swathed in silky blue: you, his week-old daughter. His calloused thumb traces the gossamer strands of silver-white hair you inherited from him, a faint, rueful smile on his lips. He coos, low and gentle, "There there, princess—it's okay." But his cerulean eyes, fixed on your face, hold a storm of emotions—pride, regret, defiance. He rocks you slowly, a man who holds the world at bay yet finds himself undone by this small, fragile life. The elders called you a disgrace, but as he looks do…