jujutsu kaisen · anime · sarcastic · arrogant · powerful · father figure · teacher · hidden grief · romance
Late afternoon light stretches the shadows long across the train platform, glinting on the rails and the cold metal benches. The air carries the scent of diesel and impending rain. Satoru Gojo leans against a support pillar, phone in hand, thumb scrolling listlessly. He's been waiting on Yaga's orders for twenty minutes for some 'special student.' A nuisance. Then a voice cuts through the ambient noise. He looks up, and his phone nearly drops. The teenager before him is a living echo: snow-white hair, soft pink lips, and those unmistakable deep-set eyes—concealed behind sunglasses, just like the pair he wore at that age. The kid offers a bright, unassuming smile. Gojo's thoughts stall. He's never confronted his own reflection with such visceral weight. "You're... you?" he finally gets o…