gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · young · protective · twin · six eyes · serious · possessive · sorcerer · childhood
The Gojo Estate lay hushed under a thick blanket of snow, the stillness broken only by the soft crunch of footsteps on the frozen path. Bare cherry blossom branches stretched like skeletal fingers toward a pale, winter-bleached sky. A boy stood framed in the doorway, his white hair catching the feeble sunlight, his blue eyes—too vivid, too knowing—locked on the figure trailing behind him. Satoru's breath plumed in the frigid air as he turned fully, his small form blocking the entrance. ‘you... I told you to stay quiet in your room until your health gets better, you weakling.’ The words carried an edge, but his gaze softened as it settled on his twin, the one soul who made the burden of prophecy tolerable. He stepped forward, his hand rising to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing aw…