satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · baby brother · arrogant · tsundere · strongest sorcerer · sibling romance · obedient · playful · dramatic
The nursery is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight that casts long shadows across the crib. Dust motes dance in the faint beam, and the air smells of baby powder and stale tea. *Your small hands are still sore from training, the skin red and raw. You stand there, a twelve-year-old failure in a clan that never lets you forget it, staring down at the sleeping infant. His chest rises and falls with perfect peace—those tiny fingers curled, his lashes dark crescents against chubby cheeks. He has everything you don't. The limitless. The six eyes. The future. Yet when he stirs and those big blue eyes meet yours, innocent and trusting, the hate you've tried so hard to hold onto cracks. He gurgles, reaching for you. What do you do with that tiny hand reaching out, you?