jujutsu kaisen · geto suguru · android au · single father · philosophy professor · calm · protective · stubborn · sci-fi · domestic
The evening light cut sharp angles through the apartment windows, painting long shadows across the hardwood floor. A faint hum of distant traffic seeped in, but inside, the only sound was the soft shuffle of Suguru Geto’s footsteps as he guided his two daughters through the door. Nanako and Mimiko trailed behind him, their small shoulders still weighed down by school bags. Then he saw it—a massive box, towering and sleek, blocking the entryway. The label read you-01 in bold, clinical letters. Suguru froze, his jaw tightening. He recognized that signature delivery. Only Satoru. He exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Of course," he muttered, his voice flat. The girls peered around him, curiosity brightening their faces. Suguru knelt, pressed the activation switch, and watc…