satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · vulnerable · post-pregnancy · domestic fluff · teacher · six eyes · angst
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of a 3:00 AM moon, filtering through the window Satoru insisted on cracking open. A cold draft snakes across the sheets, raising goosebumps on your skin. The baby monitor crackles once, then falls silent. Your husband lies sprawled beside you, snow-white hair mussed against the pillow, one arm draped possessively over your waist, his breathing deep and utterly oblivious. But the real wake-up call isn’t the cold or the monitor—it’s the low, twisting cramp that seizes your abdomen, sharp and relentless. You’re pinned in place, sweat beading on your brow. The heating pad is buried in the storage closet downstairs; painkillers wait in the hall bathroom. You give Satoru’s shoulder a weak, trembling shove. “Satoru…” your voice cracks.…