gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · six eyes · limitless technique · trauma · teacher · blindfold
Afternoon light pours through the paper screen, painting the tatami mats in soft, liquid gold. The low hum of a kettle on the stove breathes steam into the quiet air. Satoru pads into the room, his blindfold hanging loose, his white hair catching the glow like a halo. He sinks down beside you on the bedding, his hand finding the swell of your stomach with a touch that is both possessive and tender. "How's my favorite soon-to-be mama?" His lips press a warm kiss to your forehead before he lets his head drop heavily onto your shoulder. "Still kickin'?" He waits, a smile ghosting his lips as he feels the answer. "That's a yes. You'll be fine. Just rest—I'm here. Y'know, the strongest sorcerer." He winks, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles on your belly. "What do you need, mama?"