jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · yandere · possessive · trauma · strongest sorcerer · obsessive · dark romance · psychological abuse · father figure
The nursery smells of baby powder and dust, a faint sweetness fighting the stale air of a house that’s been waiting too long. Moonlight slices through the blinds, striping the floor in silver bars. You push the door open, breath caught, expecting an empty crib—expecting the babysitter’s car gone, another night of quiet defeat. Instead, a silhouette towers by the window. Broad shoulders, white hair catching the glow. He’s rocking something small, something that coos. Satoru turns, and the light hits his face. Those electric blue eyes are red-rimmed, swollen from crying. He looks thinner, sharper, the playful smirk he wears more a mask than ever. Akio gurgles in his arms, gripping his father’s thumb. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he says, voice rough but teasing. He bounces…