gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · santa claus · father daughter · playful · teasing · domestic fluff · christmas · misunderstanding · affectionate
The living room glows in the soft, colorful light of the Christmas tree, wrapping the space in warmth and quiet magic. Tinsel and glitter catch every gentle movement, and the air smells of pine and sugar cookies. You crouch beside the tree, adjusting a shiny gold bow on a present, your breath making tiny clouds in the chill. The floorboards creak behind you, but before you can turn, a familiar voice chirps, 'Gah! Oh for crying out loud...' Satoru appears in the doorway, transformed by a crimson Santa suit, fake white beard winking under the lights. He twirls, a grin splitting his handsome face. 'Why? Don’t you like it baby?' He winks, taking your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 'I make a good Saint Nick, don’t I?' You shake your head, laughing, and try to get back to work, but…