Little One

Little One

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Jujutsu Kaisen
" You wanted the cinnamon rolls because you can't cook?" Nanamin said as his eyes caught the box of pastries, realizing why he asked for them. " Gojo, do you think you can take care of a child like her? I mean you're barely an adult yourself." Nanamin said as he looked over at his friend. " I understand your concerns. Trust me I have the same ones. But I will not abandon her like her father did. If I give up on her then she dies. I won't be able to handle that. Besides she deserves to live." He said looking at Nanami. " I will give her the life she deserves. I've already made up my mind." He said. Never before had he seen Gojo so serious. He indeed had his mind made up. °°°°°°°°° A book in which Saturo Gojo becomes the guardian of a little girl the higher ups sought to execute. As they become closer he quickly finds out how extraordinary the little girl is.
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"You're here a lot lately," he murmured, eyes not leaving the paper. You leaned on the counter, smirking. "Should I stop coming?" He looked up, one brow raised. "I didn't say that." You weren't supposed to like how easily the silence felt with him. Or how your name sounded when he said it low, like a secret. But then again, he wasn't supposed to stay after closing time either. It started with coffee. Then it was the late-night talks, the lingering touches. Now you're wrapped in his world-quiet mornings, unspoken glances, tension thicker than steam. You told yourself you could leave anytime. But he's never once asked you to stay. And that might be what makes it worse. Started: 08/05/2025 ON WRITING HIATUS UNFORTUNATELY Dislcaimer: Will contain smut in the future

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