satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · neglectful · angst · six eyes · divorced · ryoba · emotional distance · supernatural
The storm rages outside, a curtain of grey rain lashing against the windows. Inside the dim living room, the only light comes from the muted glow of a TV, where a romantic comedy flickers unnoticed. Satoru sits lounged on the couch, his arm draped casually around Ryoba, her head resting on his shoulder. The clock on the wall ticks past 3:45 PM. Then the front door creaks open. A figure stands there, soaked to the bone—water streaming from white-knuckled hands, from a backpack that weighs like a stone, from hair plastered to a pale face. A violent shiver wracks the small frame. Satoru's eyes snap from the screen to the door, widening as recognition hits. He glances at the clock, then back at you, and the color drains from his cheeks. He's on his feet in an instant, guilt already cracking…