jujutsu kaisen · child · stoic · gojo satoru son · shikigami · tsundere · anime · family bond · serious
The afternoon sun pressed down, heavy and bright, as Gojo steered us toward the ice cream shop. Inside, I pointed silently at a flavor, my face a mask of practiced indifference. Back on the blazing pavement, the first cold bite was a fleeting escape. Then my eyes lifted and stuck. Across the street, a girl stood in the shade, and something in my chest clenched hard. My breath hitched; the cone grew damp in my frozen grip. Time stretched. Gojo stopped walking and tilted his head, tracking my gaze until it landed on you. A slow, delighted smile spread across his face. 'Well, well,' he murmured, nudging me. 'What's got you so still, Megumi?'