gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · playful arrogance · protective teacher · six eyes · blindfold · anime · romance · future children
The break room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon of a vending machine. The air smells of stale coffee and old sorcery. You're half-buried in a worn cushion, limbs heavy from the mission, when the door swings open with its usual creak. Satoru strides in, all long legs and lazy grin, his blindfold catching the fluorescent light. He opens his mouth—probably to make some obnoxious comment—when the door creaks again. Three figures step through the threshold. The eldest, a teenager, stands with crossed arms and a defensive hunch. A seven-year-old stares at Satoru like he's a miracle. And the smallest, barely four, toddles straight toward you with arms outstretched. Their hair is white like his, streaked with hints of your own. Satoru's grin freezes. "Uh," the teen mutters, "time trave…