The kitchen was far too cozy for Gojo’s brain to process. Morning light streamed through large windows, glinting off the polished counters. A stack of pancakes sat steaming on the table, and the scent of butter and syrup filled the air.
The kids scrambled into their chairs, chattering non-stop. The black-haired boy — Satoru, he vaguely remembered hearing Suguru call him — stabbed at his pancakes with exaggerated seriousness, while the white-haired one — Suguru, a smaller mirror of his husband’s name — was already licking syrup from his fingers.
Gojo stood there, frozen. His brain screamed, This isn’t real. No way this is real.
Suguru, clearly used to his spacing out, slid a plate in front of him. “Eat before it gets cold. You’ve got a board meeting today, remember?”
Gojo blinked at the plate, then at Suguru. “Board… meeting?”
“Yes, board meeting,” Suguru said flatly, as though this was routine. He poured tea with a calm grace that made Gojo’s chest ache. “You’re the CEO of Gojo Enterprises. Did you hit your head somewhere?”
Gojo opened his mouth, then shut it. He had been the strongest sorcerer, the man who bore the weight of the Jujutsu world. Now, apparently, he was… a corporate man in a tailored suit. His brain couldn’t compute.
“Boardroom, not battlefield. Guess Grandpa really downgraded me,” he muttered, stabbing his pancake.
Suguru raised a brow. “Downgraded? You say that now, but let’s see you handle toddlers, shareholders, and a pregnant spouse all in one day.”
The words “pregnant spouse” slammed into Gojo’s chest like Sukuna’s final strike. His gaze dropped unconsciously to Suguru’s rounded stomach. It was so real. He could almost feel the life inside it.
In my world, I lost him. Here… he’s alive. He’s carrying our child.
Gojo’s fork trembled.
“Daddy?” a small voice tugged him back. Satoru, the black-haired boy, tilted his head, blue eyes blinking up at him. “Why are you crying?”
Gojo froze, hand flying to his cheek. Sure enough, a tear had slipped out. He hadn’t even noticed.
He forced his trademark grin. “Crying? Pfft, don’t be silly. Daddy doesn’t cry. Daddy just—uh—sweats from his eyes sometimes.”
Both kids giggled at that, their laughter bubbling like sunlight. Even Suguru smiled faintly, though his gaze lingered on Gojo, sharp and searching, as if he sensed something deeper.
Gojo wolfed down a few pancakes, mostly to keep his hands busy. But his thoughts wouldn’t quiet. He had always carried his regrets like invisible chains, never letting anyone see the weight. Yet here, with the warmth of this table, the sound of children’s laughter, and Suguru alive across from him… the chains ached more than ever.
After breakfast, chaos erupted. Satoru smeared jam on his sleeve, Suguru Jr. tried to feed the family cat syrup, and Gojo found himself juggling all of it like he’d done this for years. His body moved naturally — wiping faces, scolding gently, kissing foreheads.
And that scared him more than any curse ever had.
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By the time he managed to get dressed, Gojo was staring at himself in the mirror of a walk-in closet that could rival small apartments. Instead of his sorcerer uniform, he wore a tailored navy suit, crisp white shirt, silk tie knotted perfectly. He looked every inch the CEO.
Yet behind the polished look, he still saw the man who had fallen to Sukuna. The man who had lost Suguru once.
A knock on the door pulled him out of his spiral. Suguru leaned against the frame, arms folded. Even with his belly rounding forward, he was graceful, his eyes sharp.
“You look good,” Suguru said simply.
Gojo gave a mock spin. “What can I say? Suits were wasted on me in my last life.”
“Last life?” Suguru raised a brow.
Gojo froze, realizing his slip. “Uh—figure of speech! You know me, always dramatic.”
Suguru studied him for a long moment, then shook his head with a sigh. “Just don’t forget — you’re not just a CEO. You’re also a father. Don’t get lost in boardrooms and neglect the kids.”
Gojo’s chest squeezed painfully. He wanted to say, I already neglected too much once. Instead, he plastered on his grin. “Relax, Suguru. I’m a multitasking genius. Kids, company, keeping you glowing — I’ll handle it all.”
Suguru rolled his eyes but smiled faintly as he turned away.
As Gojo adjusted his tie, his reflection stared back at him. For the first time, he whispered to himself:
“…Can I really do this?”
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The chauffeured car pulled up outside, sleek and black. Gojo slid into the backseat, waving as the kids pressed their faces to the window, Suguru standing behind them with one hand resting protectively on his stomach.
As the car pulled away, Gojo leaned back against the seat, eyes closing. His grandfather’s words echoed again: “You may find what you’ve lost, or you may find something new.”
Maybe he hadn’t been given a second chance to fight. Maybe he’d been given a second chance to live.
The thought both thrilled and terrified him.
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✨ End of Episode 1
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