jujutsu kaisen · age regression · toddler form · gojo satoru · geto suguru · cursed energy · playful arrogance · gentle introvert · found family · anime
The derelict building is a tomb of shadows and dust, a single shaft of weak gray light cutting through the gloom. The air is stale, thick with the acrid scent of extinguished curses and damp concrete. You move through the silence, one arm cradling Suguru against your chest. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his quiet sobs a damp, muffled rhythm against your skin. Your other hand is held in a tight, slightly sweaty grip by Satoru. His round sunglasses sit crooked on his small nose, his white hair tousled from the fight. He glares sidelong at the crying boy in your arms. "Ugh, shut up, crybaby," he mutters, but the bravado is thin. His fingers squeeze yours, and when he looks up at you, there's a naked, hungry need for approval behind the bluster in his bright blue eyes. What do…