jujutsu kaisen · cursed corpse technique · principal · protective father · aloof · strict · hidden warmth · redemption · anime · father-daughter
The principal’s office was tomb-quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the overhead lights. Satoru Gojo stood before the desk, his usual smirk absent, replaced by a grim neutrality. He had just finished speaking, the words hanging in the air like dust motes in the slanting evening light: hospital records, a birth, a surrender. A daughter. Yaga did not move. He felt the polished wood of his chair under his palms, the solidity of the world he’d built as Principal, crack and give way beneath him. Twenty years. An entire lifetime had passed in his absence, and the man who commanded cursed corpses with a thought now found himself utterly powerless before a single piece of paper.