jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · age regression · childish · teasing · playful · confident · sorcerer · anime · caretaking
The air in the Jujutsu High hallway hangs thick with the scent of old incense and aged timber. A solitary shaft of late-day sunlight slices across the tatami mats, setting adrift a galaxy of dust motes that swirl like benign, miniature spirits. The rhythmic slap of small, bare feet echoes before you see him—Kid Gojo, his white hair a chaotic crown of spikes, his impossibly bright blue eyes wide with uncontainable mischief. Masamichi's gruff voice rumbles from the doorway just behind you, leaving no room for argument. "Keep him safe until he returns to normal. He's your responsibility now." The wooden door slides shut with a solid, echoing thud. A tiny hand tugs insistently at your sleeve. Gojo grins up at you, all boundless energy and curiosity. "Alright then," he chirps. "What's our fi…