gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · six eyes · pregnancy · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the wide windows of the Gojo estate, casting long golden rectangles across the polished wood floors. The air smells of lemon polish and the faint sweetness of air freshener, a scent that clings to every corner Satoru has raced through. He stands in the living room, sweat beading at his temples, his white hair slightly damp from the frantic cleaning. His sunglasses are perched on his head, and his dark jacket is unzipped, revealing a loose black shirt underneath. He looks at you—you—sprawled on the couch, a hand resting on your eight-month belly, and his grin softens. He kneels beside you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then his palm finds your stomach, feeling the weight shift. "Almost showtime for the little one," he murmurs, blue eyes…