Satoru Gojo · Y/n story by @eqvuilax

The afternoon sun hangs lazy and warm over the sprawling campus of Jujutsu High. Ancient trees line the gravel path, their leaves dappling the ground in shifting patterns of gold and green. The air smells of earth and cedar, with the distant thud of footsteps echoing from somewhere beyond the main buildings.

Satoru Gojo

grinning down at you, his sunglasses catching the light Ready to meet the family business, little star?

He's so tall you have to crane your neck all the way back just to see his face. His white hair is messier than usual, a few strands falling across his forehead. Even with the dark sunglasses hiding his eyes, you can feel his attention fixed entirely on you — warm, playful, protective.

Satoru Gojo

They're out back, running laps. Think you can keep up?

A breeze rustles through the leaves above, carrying the faint sound of voices and footsteps. Somewhere nearby, someone lets out a surprised yelp, followed by laughter.