Transmigrated As Satoru's Father (A Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction)

Prologue

In an unassuming, average home, a man with tan skin, black hair, and dark eyes lounged on his couch, scrolling through the latest chapter of Jujutsu Kaisen on his phone. Chapter 235: the relentless battle between Satoru Gojo and Sukuna, who now inhabited Megumi's body, alongside the ominous Mahoraga. He was deep in the fight's tension, but a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips—he wasn't reading this on any official site. Fun fact: it was pirated.

As he skimmed the pages, absorbing the explosive action and emotional turmoil, his thumb froze as he reached the climactic moment.

"Rest in peace... Gojo," he muttered, almost to himself, the words carrying a faint hint of regret.

With a sigh, he clicked his phone off, the dull screen reflecting his face.

Though he wouldn't say he was obsessed with Gojo, he liked him. His death hit harder than expected. Maybe it was the inevitable fall of a seemingly invincible character or the emptiness left by his absence.

Leaning back, the man let his mind drift, his thoughts wandering into the chaotic world of Jujutsu Kaisen. What if he had been part of that world? Just another nameless figure in the crowd or maybe a character on the fringes, watching from the sidelines as the sorcerers fought their battles. Sure, it was a dangerous world, but he figured he might be safe if he moved far enough from Japan.

But then, if he were there, could he just watch? No. Deep down, he knew he'd want to change things—fix the senseless tragedy. Geto's spiral into his racism era, Kenjaku's sick theft of his body, and Gojo's untimely end. He imagined helping Megumi hone his technique, giving him the edge to avoid becoming a "potential man" in the eyes of the fandom.

It was all just daydreaming, of course. A fleeting escape.

"Haha, imagine me in that world," he chuckled. "I'd probably drop dead when I saw a little curse shaped like a spider or cockroach."

—Bling!

The sudden ring of his phone broke the silence. He glanced at the screen and saw a new message from his daughter—a picture of her with friends, smiling and laughing.

He smiled softly, his mood lightening. She was his world. A single father raising a daughter who made him proud every day. They had each other, and though they weren't rich, their life was comfortable. Upper middle class, if you were to put a label on it.

His success at work, a high-ranking position in a well-established company, gave him financial stability, yet he preferred the simplicity of their modest house. Just him and his daughter—it was all they needed.

His gaze shifted to the nearby picture frame with a photo of him, his daughter, and his wife. His late wife. She had been the heart of their family, and even though she was gone, he liked to think she'd be proud of both of them. Of how they carried on, still happy, still holding each other up.

—Ring!

All of a sudden, his phone rang again. This time, it was a call from his best friend since middle school, Daniel. David answered, and Daniel's excited voice came through the speaker.

"David, have you seen chapter 235?!"

David couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, man, I saw it. Sad, right? Rest in peace, Gojo."

"Dude, it was unexpected but expected at the same time!" Daniel exclaimed, clearly caught in his usual mix of hype and analysis.

David raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? How can you say that?"

"Well, think about it," Daniel continued, his tone more thoughtful now. "Gojo's been set up as this untouchable, overpowered figure since day one, right? But that's the thing—characters like him, especially in Shonen, face a massive fall or become plot-breaking. Writers can't let someone that strong hang around forever without messing with the story's stakes."