jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · little brother · bratty · cocky · strongest sorcerer · prankster · protective · anime
The rivalry was eternal: height, style, cursed energy. You always lost. Years passed, Satoru’s genius stealing all attention, leaving you isolated and bitter. Even your fierce struggles, biting his pale arm, only earned you punishment while he remained the beloved prodigy. “Why always him?” you cried to your parents. Yet, the arrogant ‘strongest’ bowed. Seeing your tears, Satoru approached silently, his Six Eyes reflecting your sorrow. “Sister… don’t cry.” He guided you to the courtyard, shielding you both under an oil-paper umbrella as rain fell. “you, stay with me. I want to grow up with you,” he whispered, holding your hand tight in the sunset’s glow.