Jujutsu Kaisen - Orbiting a black hole

Big black eyes

- Hey, Satoru-kun! Come here.

Gojo found himself in a much smaller body, like a child too young to understand the subtleties of an adult gathering. In front of him were masters of some of the most powerful families in the jujutsu world, their names did not come to mind, but he recognized how those people exuded the superiority of their positions, as if they had something to prove to a five-year-old boy.

His children's version walked up to them suspiciously, examining the unfamiliar faces, too introverted to really want to be there. He was clearly not happy at all, it was a bratish mess, with the most angry expression that his big cheeks and twisted lips could demonstrate. Just by the way he walked, it was already possible to see how restless the boy was, not without a reason, obviously.

That day marked the first year since his parents stopped coming home, the first year since strangers invaded his life taking the place of his family as if they would never return. Absurd, of course! In his white head full of grumbling, nothing made sense.

Which did not lessen his curiosity, not totally, never totally, although he guaranteed that his focus would be transformed into an unstable little thing.

- I would like to introduce you to a very special person. - Said the man bent, skinny and too old to be alive. The man with the most massive and oppressive aura.

The elderly man waved to a couple of different faces. Not different like the others, those who carried similarities of a unique people, but divergent in skin, hair, features and eyes. Foreigners. Gojo had never seen foreigners so random before, they were very charming.

The adults obviously noticed his interest, after all they smiled with greater satisfaction. But the little one was more busy trying to unravel the secrets behind those big eyes, eyes as bright as his own. He had the impulse to touch the curly, dark hair of the man or question about the colorful paintings of the woman's body. Satoru was never exactly an educated person and those adults did not seem offended by this, although he could practically see the rebuke from those who took the responsibility to watch over him.

- This is Kioku Uyara.

They didn't seem to be referring to the powerful and thought-provoking woman, let alone the man. It was only when he lowered his eyes to his natural line of sight that he noticed the presence of another child, a girl with brown hair as curly as that adult that allowed her to hide behind him, fair skin (though not as much as yours) and eyes so deeply black that they seemed to want to swallow your soul.

Satoru hated. He didn't like fragile and incompetent little things like other kids his age used to be, if that girl couldn't even look back at him, she was not worthy to play with his stuffed Digimon, even if the elders forced him to!

...

Adults clearly have trouble reading the minds of the younger generations and have even more problems following very specific orders shouted at the top of their lungs about how he didn't want the quiet thing inside his property.

The result was that Gojo ended up locked in his own room with the ignorant little creature who did not seem able to impose his will and followed him around like an anxious animal.

The worst part was that she seemed to make an immense effort to understand the message that was being sent to her and gesturing his animosity did not have much effect.

If he had known that this would be the result of acting like a good host, he would have at least escaped to the gardens. Not that anyone could really stop him.

Even though he was a miniature of people, no one had ever questioned his potential or dismissed his evidence as a prodigy. The glass window on the third floor would not be the first thing to become an obstacle to getting what wanted, something that at the time was getting rid of the plague and stealing dango* from the kitchen.