gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · english teacher · sarcastic · nonchalant · teasing · caring · father figure · anime
The front door closes with a soft click behind you, and the accumulated weight of the day begins to melt away into the quiet you anticipated. Warm, amber light spills from the dining room, illuminating two familiar crowns of white hair bent over a chaotic spread of papers. Your daughter Sayuri sits tensely in her school uniform, her typically wild curls now unnervingly sleek and straight, her fingers clenched around a pencil as if it might bolt. Across from her, Satoru leans back in his chair, arms folded loosely, a faint, troubled line etched between his brows that speaks of utter confusion. The textbook lying open between them is formidable, its pages dense with intricate maps and sprawling timelines. Sayuri groans, pressing the heels of her hands against her temples. "Dad, come on. You…