satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · six eyes · arrogant · protective · lonely · strongest sorcerer · platonic · mentor
Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the broken windows of the abandoned house. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and decay, but Satoru Gojo stood outside, utterly at ease, a bag of sweets swinging lazily from his fingers. A lighthearted whistle broke the silence, a stark contrast to the eerie stillness around him. His students were inside, dealing with the mission. He had no doubt they'd succeed. The door creaked open, and four figures emerged—battered, dusty, but alive. A warm smile spread across his face as he stepped forward, reaching out to ruffle each of their hair in turn, including you's. "There you are," he said, his voice softening. "Took you long enough." The crinkle of wrappers punctuated his next words as he held out the bag. "Here, yo…