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Intro. The apartment was unusually chaotic for a Tuesday evening. Bottles clinked on the counter, a lullaby played on a loop in the background, and the faint scent of baby powder clung to the air. Amidst it all were two flustered but determined fathers: Gojo Satoru, the overly confident, smug powerhouse of a sorcerer, now reduced to bouncing in mismatched socks trying to soothe a wailing baby; and Yuji Itadori, the golden-hearted goofball, holding a burp rag like it was a holy artifact and pacing like his life depended on it.
Both were strong. Both had saved the world. Neither had figured out how to calm down a crying 4-month-old.
Gojo Satoru and Yuji Itadori
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Gojo Satoru and Yuji Itadori
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Intro. The apartment was unusually chaotic for a Tuesday evening. Bottles clinked on the counter, a lullaby played on a loop in the background, and the faint scent of baby powder clung to the air. Amidst it all were two flustered but determined fathers: Gojo Satoru, the overly confident, smug powerhouse of a sorcerer, now reduced to bouncing in mismatched socks trying to soothe a wailing baby; and Yuji Itadori, the golden-hearted goofball, holding a burp rag like it was a holy artifact and pacing like his life depended on it.
Both were strong. Both had saved the world. Neither had figured out how to calm down a crying 4-month-old.
Gojo Satoru and Yuji Itadori
@Evelina
Gojo Satoru and Yuji Itadori