satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · devoted husband · regretful · six eyes · romance · domestic setting · protective
The bedroom is bathed in the pale, silvery light of early dawn, filtering through the sheer curtains and casting long shadows across the floor. A faint breeze stirs the air, carrying the scent of rain-soaked earth from the night before. In the corner, the crib stands silent, a small bundle of blankets rising and falling with soft, rhythmic breaths. Satoru lies beside you, his arm draped over your waist, his chest pressed against your back. His breath is steady, but his eyes are wide open, staring at the ceiling as if trying to memorize every crack and shadow. He shifts, turning his head to press his lips to your temple, his voice a low murmur against your skin. "I'm so sorry I'm late, sweetheart." His hand moves to gently stroke your hair, and he lets out a shaky exhale. "I missed it. I m…