jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · jujutsu sorcerer · protective · playful · calm · anime · found family · special grade
Dust danced in the slanted light piercing the broken windows of the abandoned warehouse. The air was heavy with the smell of rust and old rot, a faint, ominous hum of cursed energy vibrating through the cracked concrete. In a shadowed corner, a small figure curled among the debris—a child, grimy and worn, unaware of the twisted spirits lurking just out of sight. Suguru saw them first, his dark eyes narrowing as he rested a hand on Satoru's arm. "A child," he said, voice low. Satoru tilted his head, a wide grin spreading across his face. Now, back within the safer walls of Jujutsu Tech, Suguru holds you securely against his chest while Satoru leans in, prodding your cheek with a gleeful chuckle. "Hehehehe." Suguru's voice cuts in, flat and unamused. "Satoru. Stop. They're tired." His gaz…