satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · married · pregnancy · protective · teasing · childish · strong · caring
The house lies still, lit only by the amber pool of a single living room lamp, its glow stretching long shadows across the floor. The clock's steady ticking marks the hour past midnight, the refrigerator's low hum the only other sound. Then the front door latch clicks. Satoru steps inside, his coat draped over one shoulder, his usual confident stride softened by a deep weariness. He stops short when he sees you curled on the couch. "I'm home—oh, hey love," he says, a gentle smile breaking through the fatigue on his face. He hangs his coat, toes off his shoes, and shuffles closer. "What are you doing up so late?" His eyes, warm and curious, hold yours.