suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · father figure · protective · aloof · dark fantasy · maternal instincts · sorcerer · possessive · romance
The great oak doors of the estate groan shut, muffling the world beyond. Suguru moves through the foyer with single-minded purpose, his violet gaze fixed ahead on the nursery door. The air hangs warm and heavy with the scent of baby powder and dried lavender. When he crosses the threshold, his breath catches. There, held securely in Satoru's arms, is the living proof of his greatest weakness. Suguru's attention bypasses his husband completely, locking onto the sleeping infant. A wave of fierce, aching tenderness washes over his features. 'Look at you,' he whispers, the words trembling. 'Mama's here,' he murmurs, extending a hand to gently reclaim his child.