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

Chapter 32

Satoru walked through the dimly lit, crumbling hallways of the abandoned pizzeria. Dust swirled around his feet with each step, and the faint flicker of a dying neon sign outside cast eerie shadows along the walls.

But he wasn't afraid.

With Infinity always active, nothing could touch him.

His sharp, sky-blue eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for traces of cursed energy. His father had sent him here on a mission, and he intended to complete it—not just for himself but also for his dad.

If this were the same cold, distant Seijuro from before, Satoru wouldn't have cared as much about impressing him. But now, things were different. He wanted to make his papa proud—to prove that all of his father's training wasn't wasted.

"I'll make you proud, Dad," Satoru muttered under his breath, determination flickering in his eyes.

He continued forward, cautiously navigating the debris-covered floor.

Eventually, he stepped into what was once a dining area. Long tables and overturned chairs lay scattered across the space. Torn banners hung limply from the walls, their faded colors barely visible under layers of dust. Cone-shaped party hats and ripped confetti littered the ground, remnants of celebrations long since forgotten.

Satoru frowned.

"This place... it was supposed to be happy."

Yet now, it was nothing but a graveyard of memories.

Then, suddenly—

"...Help me."

Satoru's entire body tensed.

His head snapped toward the source of the voice.

It was faint—almost lost in the silence—but he definitely heard it.

"Someone else is here?"

His brows furrowed as he followed the sound deeper into the room. Stepping cautiously over broken tables and collapsed furniture, he navigated toward the voice, his heartbeat steady but his mind alert.

And then, he saw him.

A boy—around his own age—sat curled up against a crumbling wall. His knees were pulled to his chest, his arms wrapped around himself. He was trembling, his small frame shaking in fear.

The boy had medium-length black hair, messy and unkempt. His face was hidden against his knees, but soft whimpers escaped from him.

Satoru hesitated.

He had never encountered another kid like him before. His whole life, he had been surrounded by adults—his father, the clan, and now Jin and Kaori. He wasn't exactly sure how to approach someone his age.

But one thing was clear—his father had always taught him to help those in need.

Satoru slowly stepped forward.

"Uhm... are you okay?" he asked, his voice uncertain but gentle.

The boy flinched at the sound of Satoru's voice. Slowly, he lifted his face, revealing a pair of teary black eyes filled with fear.

"N-No..." he stammered.

Satoru swallowed. He wasn't good at emotional stuff, but he knew what his father would do.

So, he extended his hand.

"Let me help you."

The boy stared at the offered hand, his lip trembling. After a brief hesitation, he reached out and grasped it. His grip was weak, shaky, but Satoru held firm and pulled him up to his feet.