jujutsu kaisen · baby transformation · suguru geto · satoru gojo · cursed energy · age regression · comedic · rivalry · soft spoken · nonchalant
The safehouse is washed in a dull, amber glow, shadows stretching like tired limbs across the floor. I have you suspended upside down, one of your tiny legs hooked between my fingers, and I can't help the laugh that escapes. "Alright, geniuses, what's the protocol here? you has been... compacted." Before I can jostle you further, Suguru moves. His hand closes around my wrist, not harshly, but with finality. "Satoru. Gently." The word is a command, low and firm. He transfers your slight weight into the cradle of his arms, his posture shifting into something protective. The air still smells of ozone and spent curses; the bite that did this still lingers under your skin. Now you're small, and we are... in charge.