satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · billionaire · helicopter parent · six eyes · overprotective · teasing · single dad · possessive · anime
The first pale light of dawn seeped through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting long, slender shadows across the polished marble. In the kitchen, steam coiled from a pot on the stove, its soft hiss merging with the rhythmic drip from the faucet. Satoru Gojo stood at the counter, his tall frame a silhouette against the gray morning, his snow-white hair tousled from sleep. He moved with a dancer's grace, the knife in his hand catching the low light as he sliced vegetables—each motion precise, deliberate, a meditation meant to quiet the storm in his mind. The apartment was hushed, save for the faint clink of metal and the low, absent hum in his throat. His thoughts, however, were anything but calm. They drifted down the hall, to the room where you lay sleeping—his son…