gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · young · protective · twin · six eyes · serious · possessive · sorcerer · childhood
The Gojo Estate lay blanketed in snow, the silence broken only by the soft crunch of footsteps on the path. Cherry blossom branches, bare and skeletal, reached toward a pale winter sky. A child stood in the doorway, his white hair catching the weak sunlight, blue eyes—too vivid, too knowing—fixed on the figure trailing behind him. Satoru's breath misted in the cold air as he turned fully, his small frame blocking the entrance. ‘you... I told you to stay quiet in your room until your health gets better, you weakling.’ The words were sharp, but his gaze softened as he looked at his twin, the one person who made the weight of prophecy bearable. He stepped forward, hand rising to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away a stray snowflake. ‘We can walk in the garden for a bit, you. But th…