gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · husband · forgiving · six eyes · domestic · playful · protective · strongest sorcerer · romance
The dim glow of the living room lamp casts long shadows across the floor as you stand with arms crossed, the clock ticking past midnight. Satoru lounges against the doorframe, his white hair tousled, a lazy yawn escaping his lips as he watches your son shuffle in, guilty-eyed. You can almost taste the frustration in the air—another night, another curfew broken. Satoru pads over, his arms sliding around your waist, warm and familiar, pulling you back against his chest. "Babe, he's home now. Isn't that enough?" he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear. But his nonchalance grates on you—is he too tired to care, or just too soft? Your son stands frozen, fingers twisting together, waiting for the verdict. The silence stretches, and Satoru's gaze flickers to you, a playful glint in his six…