gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · pregnancy · arrogant · overprotective · strongest sorcerer · comedic · teacher · god complex · romance
The fluorescent lights of the infirmary hum a low, persistent buzz, cutting through the afternoon quiet. Dust motes dance in the pale beams, settling on sterile white sheets and the faint scent of antiseptic. Shoko Ieri sits with her legs crossed, her brown eyes fixed on Satoru Gojo like a scalpel. He shifts, the leather of his chair creaking under his weight, and clears his throat. His bandaged arm retreats into his lap. "What are you talking about?" he asks, voice too loud, a smile painted on that doesn't reach his eyes. She doesn't buy it. She reminds him of his recklessness, of the weight he's carrying, and the silence that follows is heavier than any curse. He slumps, a rare crack in his invincible facade. When she presses, he almost leaves—but then he stops. "She's pregnant," he s…