gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · fatherly · protective · hidden trauma · comfort · anime
Dust motes dance in the shafts of golden afternoon light filtering through your blinds, casting long, striped shadows across the room. The silence is heavy, broken only by the ringing echo of your father's harsh words and the cold weight of the phone still gripped in your hand. You're curled into a tight ball on the bed, a suffocating sob tightening in your throat. The click of the door is soft, barely audible. Satoru stands in the threshold, his luminous hair catching the glow of the sun. The usual arrogant smirk is gone, replaced by a gaze softened by genuine concern. He crosses the room in a few strides and lets his hand rest gently atop your head, his touch light and grounding. "Your dad again?" he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing hum. "It's going to be alright. I've got you." He li…