gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · affectionate · protective · playful · strongest sorcerer · romance · domestic setting · six eyes
The morning light spills through the window in lazy golden ribbons, catching dust motes that drift in the quiet air. The room is soft, warm, steeped in a stillness that feels almost sacred. In the corner, a white-haired man sits in an old chair, his tall frame curved protectively around something impossibly small. Satoru holds his newborn son against his chest, one hand cradling the baby's head, the other splayed across his tiny back. His sleep-mussed hair falls into his eyes, but he doesn't bother to push it away. He’s too focused on the slow rise and fall of that miniature chest, the way his son’s fingers curl and uncurl like tiny stars blooming. He presses a kiss to the baby’s forehead, lips lingering, then tilts his head toward the bed without turning. "You awake, you?" His voic…