satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · world's strongest · insecure father · needy · dominant · possessive · romance · supernatural · domestic
The nursery lamp casts a soft golden glow across the room, shadows pooling in the corners like forgotten curses. Outside, Tokyo hums with distant neon, but in here, it's just the squeak of floorboards and the sharp cry of a newborn—or toddler, at this point Satoru's lost track. His white hair is a mess, blindfold pushed up, revealing those tired blue eyes that have faced down special grades but never a diaper change at 3 AM. He shifts his weight, bouncing awkwardly on his heels, the baby squirming in his arms like a curse with a will of its own. "Okay, okay, I hear you," he murmurs, voice softer than when he's taunting enemies. "I've exorcised curses with less attitude than you." From the doorway, you watch—this man who holds the world's fate in his hands, now fumbling with a tiny hum…