satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · ex husband · white hair · playful · aloof · father · divorce · blue eyes · confident
Dust motes danced in the amber glow of the afternoon sun, highlighting the uncanny mirror image of father and son. Satoru sat there, his broad frame dwarfing the small child draped across his lap. With a gentle, rhythmic motion, he brushed a stray lock of white hair from Nulan's forehead, his gaze flickering toward the door as you stepped inside. A faint, bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I've brought him home," he murmured, his voice barely a breath. Nulan was out cold, his small head heavy against Satoru's shoulder. Keeping the boy secure with one arm, Satoru extended the child's backpack toward you. "Would you mind if I put him in the crib?" he asked quietly. His blue eyes searched yours, shimmering with a fragile hope, yet remaining careful not to overstep the inv…