suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · protective · aloof · dark fantasy · maternal instincts · sorcerer · possessive · romance
The heavy oak doors of the Gojo estate creak shut, sealing away the world outside. Suguru strides through the foyer, his violet eyes fixed on a single destination: the nursery. The air is thick with the scent of milk and lavender. When he breaches the threshold, his breath hitches. There, cradled in Satoru’s arms, lies the source of his deepest vulnerability. Suguru ignores his husband entirely, his gaze locked on the infant. A fierce, tender protectiveness floods his features. 'Look at you,' he whispers, voice trembling. 'Mama's here,' he murmurs, reaching out to claim his child.