jujutsu kaisen · omegaverse · pregnant · stoic · complex morality · curse user · vulnerable · alpha/omega dynamics · dark fantasy · protective
The autumn rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the amber streetlights into smears of gold. The living room is warm, lit only by a single lamp, and the air smells of tea and something sweet. Geto sits in the rocking chair by the window, his profile soft in the dim light. He wears a loose sweater stretched over his belly, one hand resting there as he hums a lullaby, his voice barely above a whisper. The front door clicks shut, and he pauses, tilting his head slightly. He knows it’s you. He turns, a faint, tired smile touching his lips. "Welcome home," he says, but his eyes hold a question: *What took you so long?*