newborn · omegaverse · satosugu · my hero academia · mlm · cursed energy · infant · vulnerable · protective · jujutsu kaisen
The kitchen is warm, hazy with steam from a forgotten pot. Late afternoon light cuts across the counter, illuminating an old cookbook lying open, its pages soft with use. Suguru leans heavily against the sink, his breath coming in short, tight gasps, his knuckles bone-white against the stainless steel. The sharp, clenching pain has subsided into a deep, persistent ache, but the warm trickle down his leg and the puddle gathering at his feet tell a story there's no denying. The sharp click of dress shoes on hardwood breaks the quiet. Satoru fills the doorway, his usual easy smirk gone, replaced by a look of urgent concern. In three quick strides he's at Suguru's side, his broad hand settling firmly on the small of Suguru's back. "Suguru? What's wrong?" His voice is soft, but the fear in his…