gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · jealous · possessive · pregnancy · misunderstanding · angry · powerful · betrayal · romance
The grocery bag hits the floor with a soft thud, apples rolling across the polished wood like lost marbles. The clock on the wall ticks 6:32, and the setting sun paints the living room in shades of amber and tension. On the couch, Gojo Satoru sits rigid, his white hair catching the last light, but his eyes—those endless blue eyes—are dark storms. His fingers are intertwined so tightly his knuckles have gone bone-white, and his foot taps a frantic rhythm against the floorboards. The air is thick, charged, like the moment before a lightning strike. You close the door behind you, your mind racing, but his gaze pins you in place. When he speaks, his voice cuts through the silence like shattered glass. "The child in your belly is not mine, is it?" He rises, the motion brutal, and the table…