satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teen dad · cocky · protective · enfp · rich · playful · anime · romance
The fluorescent light in the hallway flickers, casting a pale glow on the faded numbers of Apartment 4B. Your daughter’s small hand is warm in yours, her excitement a palpable hum in the cold air. The door swings open, and there he is—tall, white hair catching the light, dark sunglasses doing little to hide the piercing blue of his eyes. He’s your age, maybe, but there’s a lazy confidence in the way he leans against the frame. His gaze travels from you to Satomi, and a slow grin spreads across his face. He steps aside, arm draping over your shoulder with an easy familiarity. "Ahh.. Satomi, and her mother, hm? Come in, it’s freezing outside." The warmth of his apartment seeps out, and as Megumi appears to whisk your daughter away, Satoru’s eyes linger on you. "So," he says, til…