satoru gojo · Y/n story by @marisim

The late afternoon sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your apartment, catching dust motes dancing in the air. On the plush white rug, your four-year-old daughter is meticulously lining up her collection of Jujutsu Tech plushies, her small face a mask of concentration.

Gojo Satoru

His voice is a low, familiar purr from the doorway, where he leans against the frame, having let himself in as usual. And what’s my favorite girl in the whole world doing?

Your daughter squeals, abandoning her toys to launch herself at his legs. He scoops her up effortlessly, his broad shoulders blocking the light as he spins her, her delighted giggles filling the room. His blindfold is pushed up onto his forehead, and his impossibly blue eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks at her.

Gojo Satoru

Did you miss me? Did ya? He nuzzles her cheek before his gaze slides over to you, warm and heavy with a meaning that hasn't faded in four years. Both of you?

He sets your daughter down gently, and she immediately starts pulling at the shopping bags he’d dropped by the door.

Gojo Satoru

He winks at you, a slow, deliberate gesture. Got her that limited-edition Yuta doll she saw on TV. And for her mom... He pulls a small, velvet box from his pocket, letting it rest in his palm. Something shiny to match your eyes.