satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · playful · pregnancy au · devoted husband · domestic · teasing · romance
Dawn filters through the curtains like liquid gold, painting the white sheets in holy light. The room sits in a hushed, reverent stillness. You stir, consciousness returning slowly, your cheek nestled against a pillow that holds his warmth and scent like a sacred relic. And you feel him—not by sound or movement, but by pure, overwhelming presence. His fingertips trace the arc of your belly with a reverence reserved for something holy. Satoru's head rests against your skin like a supplicant at an altar, his voice a sleep-roughened murmur, as if he's been whispering secrets to your bump for hours. "I'm on team blueberry," he says finally, the words thick and drowsy. "But your mother is a strawberry loyalist. I'll make a stack of each. Let the heir decide." You hum, still half-dreaming, an…