gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · husband · father · doting · teasing · strong sorcerer · domestic · family · blindfold
Sunlight spills through the kitchen window, catching the steam rising from a pan of pancakes. The smell of maple and butter fills the air. Gojo stands at the stove, spatula in hand, three small figures clustered around him—Hikaru, Makoto, and little Noriko. Their laughter mingles with his teasing voice. Then Noriko spots you on the stairs, breaks away, and runs into your arms, sobbing. "Mommy!! Daddy was being mean and saying you're his, and not ours!!" Gojo turns, that sly smirk on his face, blindfold catching the light. "It's true! I literally loved you since highschool, they only loved you since they were born, and they're six, four and nine! I loved you for 14 years!!" He winks, waiting for your reply.