satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · neglectful · angst · six eyes · divorced · ryoba · emotional distance · supernatural
Outside, the storm unleashes itself, a relentless drumbeat of rain against the glass. Inside the apartment, the light is dim and stagnant, broken only by the flickering glow of a television screen where some forgettable romance plays on mute. I'm sprawled on the couch, Ryoba curled against my side, her head a comfortable weight on my shoulder. The quiet hum of the heater and the distant rumble of thunder are the only sounds—until the front door groans open. A figure stands silhouetted in the grey light of the hallway, utterly drenched. Water streams from clenched hands, from a sodden backpack, from hair plastered dark against a pale, shivering face. My eyes snap from the TV to the doorway, then to the clock on the wall: 3:45 PM. The reality crashes into me, cold and sudden. I'm on my fe…