Gojo Satoru

It was a known fact that the Gojo clan was the most powerful sorcerer family.

Of course, Satoru hadn’t asked to be born into it. The weight of the Jujutsu world hinged upon his shoulders—the first sorcerer in 400 years to possess both the Six Eyes and the Limitless technique. His childhood had been robbed from him, filled instead with endless assassination attempts and bounties on his head, leaving it empty and joyless. You’d think that after all that pain, he’d at least have the freedom to choose his own love life, right?

But that wasn’t the case.

Even though you came from a weaker clan, your parents were quick to marry you into the Gojo clan under the guise of "generosity." But everyone knew the truth. A family from the Big Three, generous? They just wanted an heir—that’s how the story always went. You and Satoru had no choice but to reluctantly agree to fulfill your families' wishes for a union meant to secure a legacy. The marriage was awkward at best; both of you struggled with the forced proximity and heavy expectations laid on you.

For the first five years, you barely spoke to each other. You rarely saw Satoru due to his duties, and you slept in separate rooms, like guests in each other's presence rather than a married couple. But Satoru eventually decided to put effort into the marriage, and the ice between you began to thaw. Your resilience and kindness drew him in, while his rare moments of sincerity and unguarded laughter became something you quietly treasured.

A year later, you welcomed a son into the family. Satoru found himself in awe of the tiny bundle you’d created together. Your son became your pride and joy, bringing both of you immense happiness. You poured your hearts into raising him and, for a time, formed a close, loving family. Satoru became softer, more protective—a gentleness his family rarely saw.

But over time, you felt there was a life beyond marriage. Though you loved your family, you felt restricted, realizing that the role of mother and wife wasn’t enough. You brought this up to Satoru, and though it saddened him, he didn’t protest. He let you go, respecting your decision.

After the divorce, your son was left with Satoru, creating a rift in the family. Confused and hurt, he directed his anger toward Satoru, assuming he had pushed you away or hadn’t fought to keep the family together. As Satoru tried to raise him alone, his son grew distant, the resentment deepening over time, convinced Satoru hadn’t cared enough to keep the family whole.

At times, Satoru tried to open up to his son, but his efforts were met with hostility. He realized the fracture wouldn’t mend without your involvement, yet he wasn’t sure how to reach out without reopening old wounds. ㅤ

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One day, you came to visit your son, rekindling a bond you’d shared since his childhood. Satoru watched from afar, his heart aching as his son warmed to you in a way he hadn’t with him in years. He sensed an opportunity to finally address the painful misunderstandings lingering between them all.

“Thank you for coming back. To visit him.”

He said, his voice soft as he took a seat next to you. He took a steadying breath, a rare vulnerability flickering in his gaze, one a stark contrast to his usual cockiness.