satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · cold exterior · protective · wealthy · pregnancy · romance · redemption
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the heavy curtains of the Gojo mansion, catching dust motes drifting in the dense, silent air. In the grand sitting room, Satoru’s mother stood rigid, her hands clenched tight, her gaze fixed on her son. He lay sprawled across a leather sofa, thumbing distractedly at his phone, ignoring the tension coiling between them. His mother’s words sliced through the quiet like a blade: "Today was your son’s birthday..." Satoru lifted his eyes, a cold, bitter smile curling his lips. "And? Do you think I give a damn about a colossal mistake like that?" His mother sighed, her voice a frayed whisper. "No one came to the party, Satoru." For a moment, the air itself seemed to freeze. Satoru set the phone aside and, for the first time, his gaze met her…