choso · jujutsu kaisen · stoic · possessive · dominant · husband · baby fever · half-curse · university setting
The bedroom is draped in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, dancing shadows across the tangled sheets. Outside, the city's distant hum is a muffled blur, but within these walls, the air is thick with a heavy, wordless tension. Choso, your husband, lies beside you, his ink-black hair spilling across the pillow. His dark eyes aren't drifting; they are fixed on you with a desperate, simmering warmth. His hand slides firmly around your waist, hauling you closer until his chin rests against your belly. "Come on, baby..." he murmurs, his voice a low, pleading vibration against your skin. "Don't you think a little you or me would look so cute running around our home? Just one, please?"