#dadjo

[denkilightning]

lets stand on light posts in the middle of battle with mama <33

[nightthawkss]

may 2026 drabble challenge / day 31, dragon

fandom: jujutsu kaisen featuring: megumi, tsumiki & dadjo tags: technically fluff, potentially angst. it’s up to you :’)

There are no monsters here, save for the awful-looking, dragon-shaped kite soaring through the air. It’s the only thing disturbing the ever blue backdrop. You’d think Gojo would’ve picked something less trashy. (Or not.)

But as Megumi lets the sun soak him up, his sister’s laughter tiptoes its way to him, so maybe the ugly toy isn’t all that important. He even relents when Gojo disturbs his peace and pulls him toward the shoreline.

It’s quite nice, this fleeting freedom.

When he shuts his eyes and breathes in the salty air, blue floods his vision; laughter echoes in his ears.

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[sukunastoenailclippings]

they fight each other but still defend each other

and people say gojo didnt care about megumi and only toji did

[denkilightning]

megumi liking caramel popcorn 100% came from gojo btw. in the jj scroll movie version, teen gojo told geto he wanted caramel popcorn ❤️‍🩹

oh absolutely. who do you think took him to the movies or amusement parks?? (the amusement part is semi-canon btw, 1st chapter of the 1st light novel)

[skysmadness]

having these two as favorite characters is not for the weak

[marsfilms]

Something I wrote about them

[protectingstucky]

orbiter by noah kahan is about megumi losing gojo btw!

[grandmawscookies]

S. GOJO || The Meaning of Infinity

Synopsis: When it comes to his little family, Satoru Gojo can't help but feel overwhelmed.

∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎

Sometimes, he couldn’t believe that the woman and child in front of him were real–that the life he was living wasn’t just a movie on a big, flat-screen TV in an empty space. Wearing a loose, black t-shirt and a pair of matching sweatpants, Gojo leaned against the archway to the living room. Whether it be watching you and Emi, your beautiful one-year-old daughter, play with her little toys, or dance around in the kitchen, he always felt this unfamiliar ache in his heart. It didn’t hurt, not in the way he thought it would. In fact, he felt that same intensity when he realized, for the very first time, that he wanted to marry you. The ache was so incredible that he figured he’d be sent into cardiac arrest, but as it turned out, it simply stemmed from the disbelief that someone like him could be loved unconditionally.

Gojo may have the all-too-powerful Six Eyes, but your eyes were the most powerful–eyes that could see past his strength and touch his soul. When you finally caught him by the archway, silently staring at you and Emi, you could tell he was frozen in a state of introspection and thought.

“Wanna join us?” You held up a rubber duck in your hand, the same one that Yuji bought when he learned that the two of you were having a baby. Gojo found it amusing because it bore “an uncanny resemblance to Nanamin,” especially with its beige suit and funky sunglasses.

“Sure, but it depends. Do I get to be the super awesome duck?” Gojo chimed, taking a seat on the carpet beside you and Emi. Your mini-me held up a pink rubber duck while her chubby hands squished the toy and reached up to push it towards his face.

“Duck, dada, duck!”

Gojo laughed–really laughed. A playful smile spread across his features as he carefully took the pink duck from Emi’s hand to let it interact with your rubber Mallard duck. You shoved him without malice when his duck tried to give yours some tiny kisses, but his only response was a toothy grin.

“Why are you so upset? Don’t you like it when I kiss you?” This time, he teasingly put the rubber duck to your cheek, prompting you to swat his hand away and groan. Meanwhile, the little girl between the two of you couldn’t stop giggling at the interaction.

“Ugh, Satoru.” You leaned down to “whisper” in your daughter’s ear, all while keeping your eyes on Gojo’s amused expression. “Do you see what’s happening right now? That man is a weirdo.”

Emi couldn’t understand a word, but even that didn’t stop her from babbling and giggling until her face turned red, a contagious sight that made you pull out your phone to snap a photo for memories.

“Say ‘cheese!’” You said, enthusiastically.

“Stay still for mommy, you tiny tomato,” Gojo said, gently ruffling the patch of hair on Emi’s head. As his own laughter subsided, that overwhelming tension in his chest returned. Gojo continued to watch your eyes light up whenever Emi threw her pudgy arms in the air, unable to remain still for the camera. 

It was like the whole world became fuzzy and out of focus. 

For once, the infinity between him and everyone else didn’t exist between Satoru and his little family. Even so, he didn’t know how to deal with the infinity he felt inside. Then, for a moment, his expression faltered into a soft, yet pensive state, but his smile almost immediately returned when you looked up to face him. This didn’t go unnoticed by you, however.

“You'd better call the police on me if I’m making you guys this hysterical,” Your husband joked, holding up a rubber duck wearing a police uniform. He squished it once to “prove” his point, which only elicited a knowing smile from you.

“Whatever you say, Satoru.”

***

That night, right after dinner, it was your turn to observe Gojo as he washed the dishes by the sink. You were in as much contemplation as he was earlier, and once he noticed your presence, he gave you a side glance and a little smirk.

“By the way, it’s not nice to stare at people, Y/N. It gives me the ‘heebie jeebies,’” he teased.

“Well, you’re not just anyone, are you?” You countered, simply rolling your eyes in a playful gesture as you walked over to him. He shook his head in amusement, bumping his hip into yours.

“You got it! Don’t you feel incredibly lucky to have me in your life?” Gojo said, washing off the soap suds that reached his forearms. You couldn’t help but feel amused, though you also sensed his efforts to hide his own distance.

“Of course,” you responded, taking a plate from the drying rack and using a hand towel to wipe it clean. “You’re an amazing father to Emi.”

As you let your words sit, the kitchen fell into a comfortable silence that addressed Gojo’s inner turmoil without saying it upfront. It tugged at his heart, but instead of feeling overwhelmed with fear, he was comforted by the very aspect of his life that he wanted you to confirm: that he was a good father. Nothing, and not even being told that he had the strength of a thousand warriors, could compare to the idea that he was raising Emi the way he promised. A genuine smile tugged at his lips as he raised his head to turn to you.

“Oh, I know. Why else did you marry me?” You let out a huff at Gojo’s arrogant response before reaching up to ruffle his hair–though you knew better than that.

“I’m constantly questioning my choices every day. I know you love me, though.”

Not once did you ever question Gojo’s love for you. That held true as the two of you were lying in bed, with Emi nestled safely in your embrace, holding the pink rubber duck against her big, little heart. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then Emi’s, allowing himself to feel as he took in the sight of the two people he loved dearly.

This was Satoru’s true infinity.

∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎ ∞︎︎

A/N: This is my first fic, so I hope you enjoyed! I tried to stay true to Gojo's character as much as possible, but this is my overall interpretation of him as a dad. Thanks for reading. ♡