jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · jealous · possessive · insecure · married · domestic drama · supernatural · clingy
The nursery is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight casting long shadows across the walls. The air smells of baby powder and the faint sweetness of sleep. A toddler stirs in his crib, dark eyelashes fluttering as your voice murmurs through a storybook, each word a gentle tide pulling him under. But you feel it—a presence in the doorway. Satoru stands there, tall and still, his blindfold off, those blue eyes fixed on the scene with an unreadable intensity. Since the birth, he hasn't held the baby the same way. Tonight, as you finally step out and quietly close the door, his hand finds your wrist—warm, firm, a little too tight. “Can I talk to you, doll?” *His voice is soft, but something raw coils beneath it. A question that isn't really a question.*