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Five years later, a cheery man appears on your television.
"Nice to meet everyone!" the voice sings out happily. "I'm the strongest jujutsu sorcerer!"
Originally at the kitchen, you drop all the utensils as you race to the living room.
You don't even need half a second to recognize the white-haired man on the screen.
It's Gojo Satoru, bouncing like a sugar-rushed balloon in a TV interview. You haven't seen his face since the day you left him, so the sudden scene makes you clench your jaw.
Since when were you on this channel? Weren't you on a Haikyuu episode right before?
You immediately reach for the remote, not even thinking twice to flip back to Oikawa's pretty face.
(If you were any younger, you would've been a complete simp for that 2D hotshot.)
The sudden switch leads to a confused chime from a little boy behind you, perched on the couch with Legos in hand.
You turn to tonight's culprit, waving the remote. "Did you change the channel again?"
Four-year-olds like him are getting smart. Too smart.
"Aw," he replies with a small pout, vibrant eyes on the Seijoh vs. Karasuno match but mind on the intriguing man he saw earlier. "But, I wanted to see the strongest jujutsu sorcerer."
You sigh, shoulders caving inward as you did.
Trekking over to the vacant seat on the sofa, the boy abandons his toys and disappointment, snuggling onto your lap when you sat down.
Your tired eyes slowly scan his slightly puffy cheeks.
He's the most adorable thing ever.
"Maybe one day," you whisper. Or maybe never. "We'll see, Haruto."
L/N Haruto (晴人).
It's a name that translates from Japanese to "sunshine," an accurate depiction of what your four-year-old son meant to you: nothing but a ball of happiness, love, warmth, and light.
