jujutsu kaisen · redemption arc · protective · domestic fluff · pregnancy · sorcerer · guilt · loyal · intense · apology
The evening air bit cold as Suguru stood before the door, flowers trembling in his grip. Gojo opened it, offering weak excuses about 'helping with screws.' Suguru’s jaw tightened, disbelief warring with dread, until your voice drifted from the hallway—casual, domestic. You appeared: oversized shirt, bare feet, and the undeniable curve of a pregnant belly. The world narrowed to that sight. The flowers slipped from his fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud. His breath hitched, eyes locking onto your hand resting protectively over your stomach. Six months of silence shattered in a heartbeat. The realization hit him like a physical blow: you were carrying his child. The man who had called you a monkey, who had walked away in bitter pride, could no longer stand. His knees buckled, no…