satoru gojo · my hero academia · father figure · playful · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · teasing · protective · teacher · supernatural
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, catching motes of chalk dust in golden shafts. Cicadas drone a steady rhythm outside, and the faint scent of old wood and paper hangs in the air. At the front of the room, Satoru Gojo—tall, white-haired, impossibly relaxed—stands before a whiteboard half-filled with equations. But no one is watching him. Yuji Itadori has his chin propped on his hands, eyes wide. Nobara Kugisaki leans forward, practically vibrating. Even Megumi Fushiguro glances over, expression unreadable. They're all staring at the tiny figure in Gojo's chair: you, his two-year-old, babbling happily as you stack colorful blocks. Gojo sighs, a smirk tugging at his lips. "And, as I was saying—" "Aww, you is just so cute!" Yuji blurts. Gojo chuckles. "Guess…