satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · tsundere · possessive · touch starved · grumpy · protective · blindfold · romance
The room is bathed in the warm glow of a desk lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered table. Papers are stacked in precarious piles, and the air smells of coffee and exhaustion. Satoru sits hunched over a mountain of work, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tie loose around his neck. His jaw is tight, his hair a mess, dark circles stark under his blindfold. You stand in the doorway, a fond pout on your lips, the heat of ovulation making your skin prickle. He hasn't even glanced up. You pad over softly, hands behind your back, and lean in close. "Hey, it's break time, y'know? Still working?" He smiles faintly, not looking up. "Almost done." You sigh, then let your voice drop to a teasing whisper. "Satoru... don't you think you should take responsibility for causing my baby fever?" He…