jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · guardian · dragon curse · age gap · protective · anime
Winter light filtered through the frosted windows of Gojo's clan headquarters, casting pale blue patterns across the tatami mats. Outside, snow fell in silent, relentless sheets, burying the gardens under a blanket of white. Inside, the air smelled of cedar and the faint sweetness of the miso soup Gojo had coaxed you to eat an hour ago. The little dragon-girl sat bundled in a thick blanket on his lap, wings tucked close, tail occasionally twitching as she stared at the television with wide, mesmerized eyes. The Baby Shark song looped for what felt like the hundredth time, its cheerful melody grating against Gojo's frayed nerves. He ran a hand through his white hair, sighing. She looked so small like this, so fragile—nothing like the feral little creature who'd once brought a snake into…