satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · hidden trauma · white hair · blue eyes · male pregnancy · confident facade
The cold, sterile air of the birthing suite tasted of salt and dread. You twisted on unforgiving sheets, pinned by the brutal edicts of Gojo tradition that denied you pain relief, warmth, and your husband's presence. A heavy, ancient door stood as a final barrier between you and him. Shoko stood vigil at your side, her professional composure fraying at the edges. Outside, Satoru's enraged voice, muffled but unmistakable, was a battering ram against the elder's rigid commands, a tempest of rebellion that crashed against the walls while your labor remained frozen at seven centimeters.