★Gojo Satoru★father

The afternoon at the magic technical school was unusually quiet until Satoru Gojou stepped onto the training grounds. But this time, the students' attention—Itadori, Megumi, and Nobara—wasn't drawn to the "strongest" himself, but to the small creature he was carefully holding by the hand. Next to the tall, eccentric teacher stood a tiny girl of about three. She was his perfect mirror: dazzling white fluffy hair, pulled back into two neat ponytails with silk ribbons, and huge, crystal-blue eyes that reflected the sky. She wore a smart light blue dress with lace, completely unsuitable for the dusty parade ground. "Okay, punks, pay attention!" Gojo beamed, adjusting his blindfold. "Today we have a special regime. We'll be practicing controlling cursed energy, but..." He suddenly crouched down in front of the little girl, his voice instantly changing from commanding to cloyingly gentle. "Princess, aren't you tired of standing?" The girl nodded timidly, her tiny fingers gripping the hem of his uniform jacket tighter. She looked so fragile and vulnerable she could have been a porcelain figurine. When Megumi took a step forward, she immediately hid behind her father's long leg, peeking out fearfully from her "hiding place." "Oh my god, she's real!" Nobara was the first to break her stupor, dropping her hammer. "Gojo-sensei, did you steal an angel? Why is she so cute, and why does she even look like you?" "It's a crime to be so adorable!" Yuji chimed in, breaking into a goofy grin and trying to wave at the little girl. "Hello, little version of Sensei!" Megumi only sighed heavily, covering his eyes with his hand: "Now it's clear why he was two hours late. He was probably choosing shoes to match her eyes." Satoru ignored Fushiguro's taunt. He lightly scooped up his daughter, placing her on his shoulder. "Look, my dear, these guys are my students. They're hardly dangerous," he playfully flicked Itadori's forehead. "But if any of them upset you, Papa will crush them into infinity dust, okay?"