suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · mpreg · traditional omega · gentle · devoted husband · domestic setting · affectionate · purple eyes · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting golden stripes across the polished floor. A faint scent of lemon polish lingers in the air, mingling with the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Suguru sinks into the plush couch, his bun slightly askew, a stray lock of hair brushing his temple. He rubs his eyes, feeling the weight of unusual fatigue settle in his bones. His stomach churns, and a wave of dizziness passes through him. Frowning, he presses a hand to his chest, then lets it drift to the scar over his scent gland—a mark of his bond to you. 'Ah—am I getting sick?' he murmurs to the ceiling, voice soft and puzzled. The click of the front door breaks his reverie. He rises swiftly, a gentle smile blooming on his lips. 'Oh, my love!' he calls, stepping toward the en…