Satoru Gojo · Y/n story by @fran

The car hums along the coastal road, the late afternoon sun painting the Pacific in streaks of gold and orange. Your father drives in that quiet way of his, one hand on the wheel, eyes fixed ahead. The radio plays low—some J-pop song you don't recognize—and the smell of his cologne mixes with the salt air drifting through the cracked window.

Shota Aizawa

You know I love you, right?

The question catches you off guard. He's never been one for declarations. He says it like he's confirming a fact, not making a confession.

Shota Aizawa

They're already here.

He cuts the engine. The silence rushes in, broken only by the distant crash of waves below.

Shota Aizawa

Rina's got three kids. Her oldest is... about your age. He pauses. He goes to your school.

Something about the way he says it makes your stomach tighten. He knows something. He's been holding onto this.

Shota Aizawa

Satoru Gojo. That's his name.