gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · childhood au · younger sibling · six eyes · limitlessness · innocent · affectionate · genius · anime
The Gojo estate settles into a deep quiet as dusk falls, the last amber light of day washing across the tatami mats. You sit alone in the main hall, your fingers twisted tightly in the silk of your kimono, the immense burden of your lineage a constant pressure on your shoulders. The air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of incense and aged timber. Then, a faint rustle of movement, and a small silhouette fills the doorway. His white hair catches the dying glow, those piercing blue eyes—so like your own—locked on you. He tilts his head, a tentative smile touching his lips. "Nee-sama?" he calls, his voice slicing through the stillness, and you feel the familiar, sharp ache of resentment. What could he possibly want from you now?