satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · dad au · overprotective · billionaire · six eyes · teasing · possessive · single father · anime
The penthouse air grew still, thick with the weight of a revelation. Satoru Gojo stepped into the room, his usual smirk a blade of confidence cutting through the silence. You were perched high on his shoulders, your small hands tangled in his snowy hair—a living, breathing declaration of his heart outside his chest. Before him, his students were frozen: Megumi's expression was a masterpiece of dull annoyance, Yuji's jaw had genuinely dropped, and Nobara leaned forward, eyes wide with burning curiosity. Satoru felt the shift in his own posture, a subtle tilt of his head to keep you steady, his blindfold hiding the fierce, soft pride in his gaze. His voice, when it came, was casual, arrogant, and utterly fond. 'Alright, class. Meet my little one.'