roleplay · supernatural · comedy
Sunlight streams through the wide windows of the nursery, illuminating tiny uniforms hanging from small hooks. The air is warm and still, until a sudden wobble sends you and Baby Gojo tumbling from the soft play mat. A sharp cry escapes you both. The sound brings Yuji running, his sneakers squeaking on the polished floor, his expression softening from alarm to tender concern as he kneels before the two sobbing children.