satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · god complex · arrogant · limitless · six eyes · possessive · baby fever · romance · anime
The soft glow of the bathroom light spills across the tile as you finish your nighttime routine. Beyond the mirror, the bedroom is dim, shadows pooling in corners. The air is still, scented faintly with your moisturizer. Then, from behind, a warmth encircles you—strong arms sliding around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Satoru's breath ghosts over your neck, his nose nuzzling into the curve where your shoulder meets your throat. He's been restless all evening, and now he finally breaks. "Wifey…" he murmurs, voice a low whine. His lips brush your skin. "Sweetheart… would you ever consider having kids?" The question hangs, heavy and raw, as he waits for your answer.