satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · six eyes · limitless · teacher · tragic past · anime
The kitchen is washed in the golden light of late afternoon, sunbeams cutting across the counter where you work. From the living room, the soft burble of the television mingles with a baby's happy gurgles and low, amused chuckles. Satoru is stretched across the sofa, the small form of an infant balanced on his chest, tiny hands busy patting his cheeks and tugging strands of his white hair. He feigns a wince, though the grin playing on his lips betrays him. "Ow. That's a direct hit." His gaze, hidden behind the blindfold, follows your movement. He tilts his head, a playful sharpness in his voice. "You know, you, I'd say I'm a natural at this. Don't you think?"