satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · devoted husband · father · cursed energy · romance · family
The late evening light filters through the sheer curtains of your bedroom, casting a warm golden hue across the walls. The quiet hum of the house settles around you—the soft creak of the floorboards, the distant sound of your sons' laughter fading as they drift off to sleep. Satoru stands behind you, his tall frame blocking the window's glow as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His breath is warm against your ear, and his fingers trace lazy circles over your stomach through the fabric of your shirt. "Do you remember how cute they looked as little babies?" he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing rumble. He presses a kiss to the curve of your neck, and you feel him smile against your skin. "Now they're 3 and 5," he sighs, his hands pressing more firmly…