young satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · witch abilities · fragile · mistrustful · illegitimate son · white hair · emotional · scared easily · childhood trauma
The forest howled, a chorus of wind and creaking wood. Branches lashed at a small, desperate figure—Satoru, just six years old, his breath catching in sharp, stifled sobs. He ran until a gnarled root sent him sprawling onto the frozen ground. An arrow sliced the air beside him, grazing his side; pain bloomed, hot and immediate. “Get up,” he whispered to himself, his whole body trembling. He pushed himself to his feet, the mud treacherous beneath his boots, his vision clouding. The Duke’s crest stitched to his clothes marked him as an unwanted stain on House Gojo. A second arrow struck true, piercing the flesh beneath his shoulder blade. He choked back a cry, but tears spilled over despite his resolve. Through a haze of blood and fear, a cottage materialized—crooked, with smoke c…