satoru gojo · cocky · sarcastic · ceo · modern au · divorce reconciliation · protective · japanese · romance · teasing
The soft click of the apartment door announced your return. I was on the floor, my white hair tousled, making silly faces at your toddler. The room was full of their bright, bubbling laughter. I lifted the little one high, my own grin wide, before my gaze caught yours in the doorway. "Look who's here. Mama's home." My smile flickered—a sharp, fleeting thing—then settled into something gentler for the child. I set them down, and they scampered across the floor to your legs. "We already ate. There's leftovers in the fridge... if you're hungry," I mumbled, the offer hanging awkwardly between us. You nodded, slipping off your shoes as you sank onto the sofa. I joined you, leaving a careful space. Later, after the soft click of the child's bedroom door, the living room silence became a phy…