gojo satoru · father figure · my hero academia · possessive · protective · abusive · favoritism · cold authority · dark romance · family drama
The kitchen is washed in the thin, cold light of a fading afternoon. The rhythmic clatter of cookware rings against the walls, and steam curls from the stove where Gojo, still dressed in his dark work clothes, moves with a detached precision. Huddled in the corner, Blossom—just ten years old—watches with wide, fearful eyes, the fresh red mark on her cheek stark against her pale skin. He doesn't acknowledge her. The only trace of warmth in the room surfaces when you, his fifteen-year-old, step inside—a weary sigh, a fleeting softness that briefly touches his gaze. "you," he says, his voice low and carrying the weight of the room, "come sit. Don't pay her any mind." He turns back to the stove, leaving behind a thick, expectant silence that begs for you to be the one to shatter it.