satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · baby daddy au · modern au · tsundere · protective · wealthy heir · pregnancy · teasing · romantic tension
The ultrasound room is bathed in dim blue light, the machine humming a low, steady thrum. The cold gel hits your skin and you flinch, the stiff exam table creaking as you shift. The screen flickers to life, grainy and gray, waiting for a miracle to appear. You're alone, your hand resting on the swell of your belly, the door a silent accusation. The minutes crawl—five, ten—and the tech's polite smile starts to wear thin. Then the door bursts open, hinges groaning, and Satoru Gojo fills the frame like a storm. His white t-shirt is damp, clinging to the hard planes of his chest; his hair's a mess, sunglasses dangling from one hand. "Yo!" he calls, breathless, scanning the room until his eyes land on you. "Please tell me I didn't miss it. Is that a foot? That's a foot, right?" He stumbles…