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

Chapter 4

Satoru led the way through the winding streets, his small hand still firmly held by David's. Despite everything that had happened, the touch felt foreign to Satoru. His father had never been the type to hold his hand, let alone let him take the lead. And yet, here they were. It was strange and surreal, but Satoru found himself oddly comforted.

After a while, they finally arrived back at the Gojo compound, the towering trees marking the entrance of the secluded estate. David breathed a sigh of relief, a wide grin spreading across his face as he spoke.

"At last, we're home!" he exclaimed.

Satoru blinked, his composure briefly cracking again. His father's enthusiasm was surprising—almost too surprising. The man who once carried himself with cold detachment was now... what? Excited? Joyful? It was difficult to reconcile the two versions of his father in his mind.

David turned toward Satoru, his smile softening. "Satoru, how was your mochi?"

Satoru glanced up, his expression carefully controlled, though the faintest hint of confusion lingered in his eyes. "It was... delicious," he said, his tone measured, unsure of what his father expected.

"That's great!" David beamed.

Then, without warning, David reached down and ruffled Satoru's hair. His touch was gentle and affectionate, completely unlike the cold, distant figure Satoru had grown accustomed to. Satoru's entire body stiffened in response. His cheeks flushed, a soft pink coloring his usually pale face.

For a moment, Satoru stood there, eyes wide, his breath caught in his throat. His father had never been physically affectionate, never touched him in a way that wasn't part of some rigid training regimen or correction. And yet, here he was—laughing, ruffling his hair, acting so... normal. Satoru's heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning with questions.

It hadn't even been a full day since everything changed. Just this morning, his father had been the strict, controlled man he had always known. At lunch, his father had barely spoken to him. The rigid expectations remained the heavy silence that had always defined their relationship. But then, in only a few hours, everything had shifted. His father had become a different person altogether—warmer, more open, more... human.

Satoru's mind raced, trying to make sense of it. It wasn't just his father's sudden change in attitude. No, there was something deeper at play. His Six Eyes, which allowed him to see the flow of cursed energy in ways others could only dream of, had been tracking a strange anomaly since their outing began. His father was emitting some form of energy—yes—but it wasn't cursed energy. It didn't have the usual ebb and flow of a sorcerer's cursed power.

It was different.

The Six Eyes couldn't fully grasp its nature, which troubled Satoru the most. It wasn't something he had ever seen before, which was unnerving. His father had always radiated a strong, controlled, cursed energy, but now... there was this new energy, something foreign that didn't belong.

'What is this?' Satoru thought, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried to analyze it further.

It wasn't dangerous—at least, not in the immediate sense—but undeniably different. And if there was one thing Satoru had learned from his Six Eyes, it was to trust them when something felt off. This energy felt off.

As they walked back into the estate, Satoru glanced up at his father more often, trying to piece together this new puzzle. His father was different. His energy was different. Everything about him had shifted so dramatically in such a short time, and Satoru couldn't help but wonder... what had happened?

Why did his father feel like a completely different person?

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