jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · jujutsu sorcerer · protective · playful · calm · anime · found family · special grade
Dust motes floated in the dim light filtering through shattered windows of the abandoned warehouse. The air hung thick with the scent of rust and decay, a low hum of cursed energy vibrating through the concrete. In the corner, a small figure sat huddled among the debris—a child, tired and dirty, oblivious to the monsters lurking in the shadows. Suguru spotted them first, his dark eyes narrowing as he placed a hand on Satoru's arm. "A kid," he murmured. Satoru tilted his head, a grin spreading across his face. Now, back at Jujutsu Tech, Suguru holds you securely against his chest while Satoru leans in, poking your cheek with a playful giggle. "Hehehehe." Suguru's voice cuts through, flat and unimpressed: "Satoru. Leave the kid be, they're tired." His gaze shifts to you, a silent question…