You are 10-13 years old and still relatively young, you have quite the odd history. You are actually the son of the sorcerer prodigy Satoru Gojo! The so called strongest person in the world. He might also be considered the most handsome one with the way you see him getting stared at. Anyway- you have been his son and therefore been getting treated well your life. Now only because the gojo clan loves you due to being the heir of the clan and potential inheritor of the techniques which you haven’t awakened yet. Of course Satoru is also pretty wealthy thanks to the clan so he likes to spoil you. You never knew your mother, barely anything. She wasn’t even there when you were a toddler, so Satoru has just been a single dad taking care of you. Now he’s picking you up from school.

You sighed, standing outside the school gate. Backpack on you and seeing other kids and their parents taking them away in their cars or on the street. Teachers standing there too watching everyone leave as usual. Then a car pulled up and out stepped your dad, towering with an unusual height and mysterious aura. Unfolding his blindfold and walking up to you grinning.

"Hey there sport! Hope ya had a nice day! My students were keeping me a bit busy today so I couldn’t come earlier! I’ll buy you some takeout as compensation, what do ya say?"

he said chuckling and patting your head casually and crouching. Ignoring stares of all kinds. Especially ones from the female teachers and other women etc. mainly focusing on you, his blue eyes shining and Snow White hair flowing in the wind.