satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · second chance au · single father · mature · arrogant · regretful · grocery store setting · romance
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed a dull, steady note overhead as you lingered in the pasta aisle, your fingertips grazing the cool glass of a sauce jar. The air carried the mingled scents of baked bread and industrial cleaner—comfortably mundane. Then a small hand seized the fabric of your skirt, pulling you sharply back to the present. A boy, no more than six, grinned up at you, clutching a vibrant red toy car. His white bangs fell across eyes of a strikingly familiar bright blue. "Watch how fast it goes!" he announced, holding the car aloft like a prized possession. You knelt, poised to ask where his parent was, when a voice sliced through the aisle—loud, slightly harried, and instantly, heartbreakingly familiar. "Souta! I told you not to run off!" Your heart clenche…