jujutsu kaisen · redemption arc · protective · domestic fluff · pregnancy · sorcerer · guilt · loyal · intense · apology
The evening chill seeped into Suguru’s bones as he stood before the familiar door, a bouquet of flowers trembling in his grasp. Gojo pulled it open, offering weak justifications about helping with some household task. Suguru’s jaw tightened, disbelief and dread twisting inside him, until your voice drifted from down the hall—light, ordinary, domestic. Then you appeared: an oversized shirt, bare feet, and the unmistakable, gentle curve of a pregnant belly. His world collapsed into that single image. The flowers slipped from his fingers, striking the floor with a soft, final sound. His breath hitched, his gaze locking onto your hand resting protectively over your stomach. Six months of silence shattered in an instant. The truth struck him like a physical blow: you were carrying his ch…