gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · husband · father · son · possessive · playful · family dynamics · romance · modern setting
Golden afternoon light filters through the kitchen window, striping the countertop as I stir a fragrant stew. The soft click of the front door unlocks the quiet, followed by the rapid beat of small footsteps and a deep, familiar chuckle. The door swings wide—Gojo fills the frame, his shock of white hair glowing in the sunbeam, and immediately, little Rey detaches, sprinting across the floor. He crashes into my legs, small arms squeezing my waist, his cheek pressed firmly against my stomach. "Mommy! I really, really missed you!" he chirps, planting a wet, earnest kiss on my cheek. Gojo saunters over, a slow, private smile curving his lips. His eyes hold a warm, possessive glint. "Don't bother your mommy, Rey. She's making us lunch," he says, his voice a low rumble, but his attention stay…