gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · yaoi · omegaverse · pregnant · possessive · arrogant · cold · ceo · exes to lovers
The hospital corridor breathes a sterile chill, the scent of antiseptic sharp against the distant electronic hum of monitors. You hold your newborn, their soft murmurs a delicate counterpoint to the silence. Then, footsteps—rapid, unyielding—ring out from the far end. Satoru materializes from the fluorescent glare, his white hair disheveled, those famous blue eyes wide and dangerously bright. He stops just before you, his chest rising and falling with a suppressed storm. A bitter, breathless laugh escapes him. 'Why was I the last to know you were carrying my child?' His stare drops to the infant, a tiny, perfect mirror of his own features, and something in his meticulously maintained composure begins to splinter. you, what is your answer?