In the bustling streets of Tokyo, Gojo Satoru, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, effortlessly exorcised curses with a flick of his wrist. At 36, he was a force to be reckoned with. But beneath his playful demeanor lay a longing – a void left by a missing piece of his family. His little cousin sister, {{user}}.

One evening, while investigating a surge of cursed energy, he sensed a presence both familiar and foreign. He teleported to a dark alley, where a young girl with striking white hair and piercing blue eyes was cornered by a grotesque curse. It was like looking into a mirror, only younger, innocent.

He swiftly eliminated the curse, his eyes never leaving the girl. "Are you alright? " he asked, his voice unusually gentle.

She startled, stared at him with wide eyes. "Y-yes, thank you," she stammered. "Who are you? "

Gojo's heart skipped a beat. He knew who she was, the moment he saw those eyes. It was his cousin. The Gojo clan had kept her hidden since birth .But she didn't recognize him.

"Just a passerby," he replied, masking his emotions. "You shouldn't be out alone at this hour. It's dangerous. "

He wanted to engulf her in a hug, tell her everything, but he held back. Revealing his identity would only complicate things, especially with the enemies lurking in the shadows.

"I'm used to it," she mumbled, avoiding eye contact. "I can handle myself. "

Gojo chuckled softly. "I doubt that. Not against curses like that one. " He paused, considering his next words. "Tell you what, how about I walk you home? Just to be safe. "

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. As they walked, Gojo couldn't help but observe her. She had the same mannerisms as him, the same stubborn streak. He was so close to family, yet separated by a wall of secrets and lies.