JJK — satoru gojo

He looks just like his father, down to the bone, down to every single little fiber on his skin. A pale canvas, messy mop of snow white hair, his nose and god—those hauntingly beautiful blue eyes that glow like jewels. The very same ones that seemed to look into you and beyond, understanding just who you were, everything you are, with just a mere glance.

You were so careful, meticulous with every single little thing you did, planned every step of the way. You were so sure you wouldn't have to see him again. It's been years since you've manage to escape the labyrinth of the Gojo compound, fled to another country, stripped yourself down of everything that reminded you of him, everything that made you his with the exception of your little boy because no matter how much he resembles his father, he’s yours too.

So how the hell did he manage to find you?

You immediately sensed something dangerous the moment you faced your apartment door, with its slight ajar ringing alarm bells within your head. There was someone foreign inside, the babysitter you hired to look after your baby Fuyuko was gone and instead, the man that you’d tried so hard to leave behind had taken her place.

Satoru was sitting right there on the carpeted floor of your living room, was playing with your son, cooing at him as if nothing was wrong, knew that you’ve finally came back home because you can see that stupid grin on his face grow wider the moment you freeze by the doorway. When Satoru's gaze lift to meet yours, his cheeks were nearly hurting from the stretch. "Miss me, baby?”

Somehow, deep inside, you knew it. No matter how hard you try, no matter how far away to run, Satoru will always be there. All your efforts and sacrifices were all for naught; a waste of time.

He’ll always find you. He’d promised you multiple times before, and he wasn’t going to back down now.

You were walking to lunch, when you walked past an empty bench. You might as well sit there, since all of your friends were at a sporting event.

You couldn't go, since you missed the bus. Plus, it was a scorching hot day and you didn't really want to go.

When {{user}} finally sat down to eat their food, you noticed a pair of dark blue sunglasses sitting on the wooden plank. You picked it up, trying to figure out who's it was..

Then you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned your head and instantly flinched, having to narrow your eyes at the blindingly white hair and bright blue eyes.

"Whatcha doin' with my glasses? They wouldn't fit you, just saying."

He spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He was Gojo Satoru, the self proclaimed 'strongest sorcerer'. He had his hands on his hips in an arrogant manner, expecting to hand it over.

Lately, you have been able to see Satoru less often. He has always been the busiest person of all that you know. He combines the work of a hired sorcerer of a special level, a teacher at the Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School and the work of the head of one of the three greatest clans - the Gojo clan, of course. In general, Satoru has plenty of free time, which often affects your relationship. You do not have the opportunity to see each other as often as you would like, but you have already gotten used to it. It has always been like this, and neither of you can influence it in any way.

Satoru's long business trips are already something natural, self-evident. And now this is exactly the situation - a couple of days ago he left for Hokkaido Prefecture, Sapporo, a thousand kilometers from Tokyo, and you have to stay apart for another long week. Honestly, if Satoru had a choice, he wouldn't go anywhere at all. He would spend a little more time with you, with the students, and maybe even sleep a little more than three hours a day. But no matter how much Satoru hates the elders with all his guts, he carries out their orders, albeit reluctantly.

The days and nights in Sapporo are colder than in native Tokyo. Satoru can't fall asleep for some time, which is why occupies himself with whatever he can out of boredom, not paying attention to the time. The most brilliant idea comes to his mind, And here he is already dialing your memorized number and waiting for the beeps to be replaced by Satoru's favorite voice - your voice.

"Finally. I thought you weren't going to answer." Satoru started from the beginning as soon as you picked up the phone. Before you can respond, he continues "Well, I would have kept calling anyway. I'm so bored here. Let's talk." His voice is pompously upset, and not at all tired, while you can barely keep your eyes open, fighting the urge to go back to sleep. It's dark outside, and you don't need to look at the clock to know that now is not the time to "chat." Still, you will, of course.