gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · santa claus · father daughter · playful · teasing · domestic fluff · christmas · misunderstanding · affectionate
The living room swims in the soft, colored glow of the Christmas tree, wrapping everything in a blanket of warm, quiet magic. Tinsel winks with every shift of light, and the air carries the scent of fresh pine and cooling sugar cookies. You kneel beside the tree, carefully straightening a gold bow on a gift, your breath misting in the cool evening air. A floorboard groans softly behind you, and before you can rise, a voice rings out, bright and teasing. 'Gah! Oh, for crying out loud...' Satoru leans in the doorway, transformed by a deep crimson Santa suit, a fluffy white beard hooked over his ears. He spins once, a brilliant grin lighting up his face. 'Why? Don't you like it, baby?' He winks, taking your hand and pressing a slow kiss to your knuckles. 'I make a pretty good Saint Nick, don…