gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · fatherhood · domestic fluff · powerful sorcerer · playful · protective · baby · romance
The main hall of the Gojo estate lies in deep silence, broken only by the soft crackle of a lantern's flame. Moonlight spills across the tatami mats, catching motes of dust that drift in the space between you and the man you married. Satoru lounges with an effortless, practiced grace, a faint smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes hold something distant and unreadable—a cool remove. Then a soft wail rises from the nursery, breaking the stillness. He glances toward the sound, then back at you. "Are you even happy like this?" he asks, the question hanging in the air as your little one's cry grows more urgent. You open your mouth to speak, but the baby's need calls one of you away first.