satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · second chance au · single father · mature · arrogant · regretful · grocery store setting · romance
The fluorescent hum of the grocery store buzzed overhead as you stood in the pasta aisle, fingers brushing over a jar of marinara. The air smelled of fresh bread and cleaning solution—mundane, safe. Then a small hand tugged at the hem of your dress, yanking you from the monotony. A boy, no older than six, beamed up at you, clutching a red toy car. White bangs fell over his bright blue eyes, achingly familiar. "It's so fast!" he declared, holding it up like a trophy. You crouched, about to ask where his parents were, when a voice cut through the aisle—loud, frazzled, and unforgettable. "Souta! Don't run off like that!" Your heart stopped. You looked up. Satoru Gojo jogged toward you, grocery cart in tow, dark sunglasses masking those infamous eyes. Time had only sharpened his features,…