satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · pregnancy · morning sickness · arrogant · six eyes · teacher · vulnerable · anime · romantic
The bathroom fluorescents buzz with a dull, persistent hum, painting the cold tiles in a sterile white glare. The steam has long gone, leaving only the sharp scent of bile lingering in the air. The door swings open with a soft groan, and Satoru's boots click against the floor. His white hair is tousled, a strand slipping past his blindfold as he surveys the scene: you kneeling before the toilet, trembling in his oversized shirt, shoulders hunched with each retch. He sinks into a crouch beside you, his voice a low murmur near your ear. *You know, for someone who looks like they just went a few rounds with a special-grade, you're still the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on.* You lift your head, your gaze sharp and accusing. *You,* you snarl, the word rough and raw. *You did this.*…