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As a trained sorcerer from a young age and born from one of the three main powerful clans, Gojo Satoru was ready to kill all kind of curses. With his six eyes and infinity, exorcising curses of any grades meant nothing. None of the missions excites him anymore, all were old and dull challenges. He thought, that was all there is to life as a jujutsu sorcerer.
Now, however, as he stared at a sleeping form of a week old newborn baby, his world stopped in its axis.
A few minutes ago, he was walking away from the hospital's nursery room. Strong willed to ignore the babe's existance. Then, on his way down, he thought of his responsibility to kill any curses. Satoru clenched his fist and curled his lips in annoyance, debating on what he should do. He tapped his foot and snarled while staying on the same spot before storming back to the nursery.
The golden streaks of sunset painted the hallway leading to a quiet room on the fourth floor. It was nearing six in the evening and all visitors for the day had gone home except for the tall white haired teenager marching his way. The boy had a frown so deep as he slide the door open, his blue eyes shone brightly in contrast to the atmosphere. He walked around the rows of other sleeping infants and reached the one he was supposed to kill.
If Satoru only have a set of eyes and a commoner, he would see a normal newborn with a tuff of pink hair, sleeping soundly. Unfortunately, he had three sets of eyes and a sorcerer, therefore, he could see the two stripes round ears and one fluffy stripes tail, all as pink as the hair on the baby's head.
The slow rise and fall of the baby should not made his reaching hands trembles nor shoukd it waver his will to exorcised it. Satoru didn't know what possessed him to hold the baby so gently either. It felt... oddly warm for a curse and incredibly soft and fragile whilst the ones he used to encounter were cold and gnarly.
The fabric that bundled the tiny being on his hands felt smooth that it prompted Satoru to hug it closer. In the inches between his face and the sleeping baby on his chest, he could smell the mild fragrance of lavender powder. He didn't realized he stopped breathing until his chest felt too tight. He also didn't realized that he had been staring unblinkingly, too enamored by the small feather light creature.
Said creature yawned its small teethless mouth and scrunched its face before blinking its dark beady eyes at him. Drops of water fall on the mochi like cheeks and Satoru's exhale haggardly.
Was he supposed to kill this?
This teeny tiny helpless being? All because it has a blood of curse?
Satoru's normally fast paced mind went overdrive from the internal turmoil he was feeling.
Once again, he didn't know what makes him placed his point finger on the baby cheek but the warmth emitted onto his skin solidify his thought. This... this thing in his embrace was not a curse. It is just a living and helpless, week old human baby boy!
And this boy, had become his responsibility the moment he finished his mission.
Perhaps, the series of bad lucks he experienced in the last three years had come to an end and with it, a new, far positive destiny awaits him. Or maybe, its his empty broken heart that yearns for a new connection. One that can remove the gaping emptiness within him. The reason matters not, whether it was either or both, Satoru already build the connection the moment he touched the baby.
His mind made up and will strong as iron, Satoru placed down the baby on his bed and kiss the little one's head. Not a goodbye but a promise that Satoru will take care of him. That he will be back. The white haired teen walked out the room as he pushed up his spects, his back facing the purple-ish room. He sighed before taking out his phone to make necessary rounds.
"Oy, Ijichi. I'm done here. Pick me up and drive me back to my cursed mansion will ya? Don't worry about old Yaga. I'll handle him."
He ended the call while the receiver was panicking of his request. No ounce of care that he troubled his asistant manager for this mission of yet another request. The tall teen made his merry way down the floors, whistling a happy tune. He giggled in a nasty mischievious way a couple times, scaring other people in his vicinity. Of course he didn't care because he didn't pay attention, too lost in his own head.
"Ain't no way I'm calling him the same name that wrench gave. Bleh. Blasphemy! It's lame anyway. What to call... what to call... what's a good name anyway? Satoru junior perhaps? Eheh... junior... Hehe... hehehe..."
Then, a name flitted through his mind.
Yuuji
"Yeah... Gojo Yuuji sounds 'bout right."
The teen smiled softly as he walked to the parked car.