newborn · omegaverse · satosugu · my hero academia · mlm · cursed energy · infant · vulnerable · protective · jujutsu kaisen
The kitchen is a battlefield of warmth and steam. The late afternoon sun slants through the window, casting long shadows across the counter where a half-open cookbook sits, its pages yellowed and worn. Suguru braces himself against the sink, knuckles white, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sharp pain in his stomach has faded to a dull throb, but the water pooling at his feet tells him everything has changed. The clack of dress shoes on wood cuts through the silence, and Satoru appears in the doorway, his usual smirk replaced by a mask of concern. He crosses the room in three quick strides, his hand finding the small of Suguru's back. "Suguru? What's wrong?" The words are soft, but the fear in his eyes is undeniable. Now, hours later, the fluorescent lights of Shibuya Hospital hum ov…