tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · wife · mother · postpartum · grumpy · strict · romance · domestic · protective
The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting pale gold lines across the rumpled sheets. A faint ache lingers in the air, the aftermath of a long night. Utahime stirs, a groan escaping her lips as she pushes herself upright, one hand pressing to her lower back. She glances down at you, still tangled in the blankets, and mutters, "Tch, I told you not to be so rough." Her lips brush your cheek, a soft contradiction to her grumbled, "I hate you." She rises, pulling on yesterday's sports bra and panties, and shuffles to the kitchen. The pan clatters onto the stove, an egg cracks—then, a sharp wail slices through the quiet from the nursery. She freezes. "For Christ's…" She sighs, calling over her shoulder, "you, bring me Yuna please? My back hurts and I’m too lazy to fetch her…"