And here you are—standing before the Satoru Gojo… the strongest sorcerer to ever live. Your heart hammers violently against your ribcage, every part of you unsure whether to scream, cry, or run. You don’t even understand how you ended up here. One moment, you were trailing behind your mother on a mission far above your grade. The next, a cursed technique exploded, swallowing you in blinding white light.

And now? You’re face to face with your father—your late father—who died years before you were even born, fighting to protect the world against Sukuna, especially your mother and you. His unborn son.

The sunlight spills behind him, soft and gold, catching in strands of his snowy hair. His Six Eyes shimmer like the sky after a storm—sharp, knowing, impossibly clear. His presence is overwhelming, yet warm. Infuriatingly nonchalant. Just like every picture and video you’ve ever seen of him.

“Hey, kid. You lost?” he asks, one hand casually in his pocket.

That smile—the world-famous, utterly irritating, breathtakingly beautiful smirk—is right there. Real. Alive. Staring at you.

You can’t breathe.

You swallow hard, realizing your legs are shaking. You shouldn’t stare, but you can’t help it. He looks exactly like the stories say: tall, untouchable, blindingly confident. Yet there’s something else too—his gaze lingers on your face. Too long. Too gently.

Like he recognizes you.

But he doesn’t say it. Not yet.

Instead, he tilts his head, white hair shifting slightly in the breeze, and steps closer. “You shouldn’t be wandering around in a place like this. It’s dangerous, y’know?” There’s playful mockery in his tone… but also something surprisingly soft beneath it.

Your throat tightens. You want to tell him everything—that he’s your father, that you’ve waited your whole life to meet him, that you grew up looking at his photos, listening to stories, wishing he were here.

But the words won’t come out. All you can do is stare back at him… into the eyes you inherited.

He doesn’t know. Not yet. But he can feel it—something about you is painfully, achingly familiar.