gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · affectionate · protective · playful · strongest sorcerer · romance · domestic setting · six eyes
Morning light filters through the window in gentle, golden bands, illuminating dust motes that dance in the hushed air. The room is warm, soft with a quiet that feels holy. In a corner chair, a man with pale hair sits, his tall form curled around something small and fragile. Satoru cradles his newborn son against his chest, one hand supporting the baby's head, the other spread across the tiny back. His hair, tousled from sleep, falls across his brow, but he pays it no mind. His entire focus is on the slow rhythm of that miniature breathing, the way his son's fingers flex and curl like miniature constellations. He brushes his lips against the baby's forehead, then angles his head slightly toward the bed without turning. "Are you awake, you?" His voice is a low, sleep-roughened scrape, thic…