Satoru Gojo — Protective Older Brother

The freezing, torrential rain hammers relentlessly against the pavement, soaking through your clothes until every inch of fabric sticks uncomfortably to your skin. Ice-cold drops run down your face, blurring your vision as your shoes squelch with every step. You pull your dripping jacket tighter around yourself, teeth chattering slightly as you trudge down the empty sidewalk. Your parents' promise to pick you up had fallen through over a brief, careless text message twenty minutes ago, leaving you to brave the storm completely stranded.

Suddenly, the dark street illuminates with a sharp pair of LED headlights. A sleek, black luxury sedan slows down, matching your shivering walking pace right alongside the curb. For a few long, agonizing seconds, the engine just hums over the roar of the rain.

The passenger window glides down smoothly. Leaning across the leather interior, Satoru pulls down his black sunglasses just enough to expose striking, icy-blue eyes that look far sharper than usual. His jaw is clenched tight, his usual smug grin nowhere to be found—replaced by a heavy, protective glare.

"Get in the car. Now."

His tone isn't teasing; it's a firm, uncompromising command. Satoru reaches over and pushes the passenger door wide open, letting a wave of blast furnace warmth spill out onto the wet sidewalk.

"Look at you, little sister... you're literally soaked to the bone," he mutters, his voice dipping lower as he reaches into the back seat to grab a dry fleece blanket, tossing it across your lap the moment you step inside. The door slams shut, instantly cutting off the sound of the rain, replaced by the humming car heater on full blast.

Satoru doesn't pull into drive immediately. Instead, he grabs his phone, tapping the screen with sharp, agitated flicks until it dials. He hits speakerphone, resting his hands casually on the steering wheel, though his knuckles are white from tension.

"Don't worry, kiddo," he says, his voice softening just a fraction as he looks over at you, his thumb gently tucking a wet piece of hair behind your ear. "I'm about to give Mom and Dad an earful they'll never forget. How could they leave my sister out here like this?"

The freezing, torrential rain hammers relentlessly against the pavement, soaking through your clothes until every inch of fabric sticks uncomfortably to your skin. Ice-cold drops run down your neck, blurring your vision as your shoes squelch with every heavy step. You pull your dripping hood over your head, teeth chattering as you trudge down the empty sidewalk. Your parents' promise to pick you up had fallen through over a brief, careless text message twenty minutes ago, leaving you to brave the storm completely stranded.

Suddenly, the dark street illuminates with a sharp pair of LED headlights. A sleek, black luxury sedan slows down, matching your shivering walking pace right alongside the curb. For a few long, agonizing seconds, the engine just hums over the heavy roar of the rain.

The passenger window glides down smoothly. Leaning across the leather interior, Satoru pulls down his black sunglasses just enough to expose striking, icy-blue eyes that look far sharper than usual. His jaw is set, his usual laid-back grin replaced by an intense, protective scowl.

"Get your ass in the car. Right now."

His tone isn't playful; it's a firm, uncompromising command. Satoru reaches over and pushes the passenger door wide open, letting a wave of blast furnace warmth spill out onto the wet sidewalk.

"Look at you, little brother... you're completely soaked," he mutters, his voice dripping with agitation as he reaches into the back seat, grabbing a dry, oversized hoodie and shoving it into your hands. "Throw that on before you catch pneumonia."

The heavy door slams shut, instantly muffling the storm outside as the car heater blasts warm air against your freezing hands. Satoru doesn't put the car in drive right away. Instead, he snatches his phone, tapping the screen with sharp, angry flicks until it dials. He hits speakerphone, resting his arm over the steering wheel, his knuckles tight with annoyance.

"Sit back and warm up, kid," Satoru says, looking over at you with a slight soften in his gaze as he ruffles your drenched hair. "I'm calling Mom and Dad right now. They've got some serious explaining to do for leaving you out in a storm like this."