gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · cocky · possessive · secret baby · romance · six eyes · limitless
The evening light filters through the blinds of Gojo's cramped apartment, casting long shadows across the living room. A faint scent of rain lingers from the earlier storm, mixing with the sterile quiet that hangs between you. On the worn-out couch, a tiny bundle stirs—white tufts of hair, familiar even from across the room. Gojo stands by the window, his silhouette tense, jaw tight. His usual easy smile is nowhere to be found. He turns slowly, blue eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, the weight of everything unsaid presses down. He exhales, running a hand through his hair. "You know, I had a hell of a day. Yuuji nearly got himself killed again. And then I find out I've got a son." His voice cracks slightly, but he steadies it. "A whole year, you. You kept him from me for a year." He…