satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · baby form · clingy · sweet · anime · romance · husband · cursed technique · domestic
The morning sun spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows on the counter. A half-eaten candy wrapper lies forgotten beside the coffee maker. The phone rings—Shoko's voice cuts through the haze: 'Get to the infirmary. Now.' You burst through the door, heart hammering, and freeze. There, cradled in Shoko's arms, is a tiny baby with familiar white hair and ocean-blue eyes. He blinks up at you, then reaches out a chubby hand. 'Mama?' he coos. What happened to your husband?