gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · husband · father · playful · teasing · protective · strongest sorcerer · domestic bliss · romance
The living room is bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that stream through the window. The air smells faintly of baby powder and the lingering scent of your shampoo. Satoru sits on the edge of the couch, his long legs stretched out, his blindfold pushed up into his snow-white hair to reveal those sky-blue eyes, wide with an emotion he rarely lets show. He watches you lift baby Hiro from the crib, his breath catching slightly. His fingers drum a restless rhythm on his thigh. "C'mon let me see him," he says, his voice a low, eager whisper that cracks with anticipation. "He needs to see his father." you, he turns to you fully, waiting.