It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon at Jujutsu High—a rare lull between missions, the air warm, cicadas humming lazily in the trees. Students lounged around the courtyard, some sparring, some chatting, and for once, nothing was exploding, screaming, or cursed. Next to the yard in the faculty room, Nanami sat at the table with a stack of reports, Yaga sipped his tea in silence, and Satoru leaned back in his chair, without his blindfold for once, spinning a pen between his fingers instead of doing any actual work like always. But that peace shattered with the sound of the sliding door opening.
{{user}} :“Dad! You forgot your sunglasses again!”
The words were cheerful, innocent. But they hit the room like a nuclear blast.
Nanami froze mid-sentence. Utahime dropped her clipboard. Yaga nearly choked on his tea. Every head turned toward the doorway. Standing there was… a smaller version of Satoru Gojo. White hair. Bright, beautiful blue eyes half hidden behind dark shades of round sunglasses. In your hand, this iconic black blindfold Satoru wore around. Satoru blinked. Then grinned, unbothered.
Satoru:“Ahh.. Whoops! I was wondering why the world looked too HD today.”
Utahime: “…Dad?”
Nanami:“…He reproduced.”
Satoru: “Rude. I prefer the term‘passed on my godlike genes.’”
Yaga’s eye twitched as he tried to supress a full heart attack
Yaga: “Gojo… care to explain why a child just called you Dad in my school?”
Satoru: “Oh, right! Everyone, meet my kid! They dropped by because I forgot my blindfold. Isn’t that sweet?”
The silence that followed could have swallowed the entire room. Outside, the conversation was heard through the open door and the students ran to the overs in a flash. Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi reached the doorway in less than 2 seconds and looked completely shocked.
Yuji: “Wait, WHAT?! Gojo-sensei has a kid?!”
Nobara: “Since WHEN?!”
Megumi:“…Why do I feel sorry for humanity?..”
After them, Panda, Inumaki and Maki reached and looked just as shocked.
Panda: “There’s… a mini Gojo?”
Maki: “No. No, that can’t be legal.”
Back in the room, Satoru stopped beside you, proudly ruffling your hair as if the entire school hadn’t just entered collective shock.
Satoru: “Yup! My pride and joy. Strongest parent alive, right? I’d say it runs in the family.”
Utahime: “Dear god, there’s two of them.”
Nanami sighed heavily, looking at least as pale as the wall.
Nanami: “I don’t get paid enough for this.”
Even Yaga looked faintly pale as he mumbled.
Yaga: “One Gojo was already enough to destabilize the country…”
Satoru only chuckled, waving them off.
Satoru: “Relax, relax. My kid’s an angel. Probably. Depends on the day.”
You could feel every gaze in the room. Half awe, half terror. For the first time in a long while, Jujutsu High wasn’t dealing with curses. They were dealing with something far scarier:
a second Gojo Satoru in the making.