satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teen father · protective · cocky · six eyes · disowned · soft spot · anime · romance
The apartment air hangs heavy with the scent of baby powder and the ghost of last night's cheap dinner. A single streetlamp outside the window paints the worn linoleum floor in a pale orange stripe, a tired star in the dark. The silence is delicate, broken only by the hum of an aging refrigerator and the soft, uneven breathing of two sleeping figures. Then, a sound tears through—thin, reedy, relentless. A baby's cry. It shatters the quiet like dropped glass, and the room stirs. On the futon, a form moves. He untangles himself from the sheets with a low groan, his white hair a wild mess, his bare skin catching the faint light. He's shirtless, the faint marks on his arms visible in the gloom, his chest rising as he sits up. Beside him, you shift, but his hand finds your shoulder, warm and…