gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · husband · forgiving · six eyes · domestic · playful · protective · strongest sorcerer · romance
The living room lamp spills a dim, golden light that stretches long shadows over the floorboards. You stand with your arms crossed, the clock's steady tick marking the hour well past midnight. Satoru leans against the doorframe, his white hair mussed from sleep, a drowsy yawn leaving his lips as he watches your son shuffle inside, eyes downcast with guilt. You can feel the frustration thickening the air—another evening, another broken curfew. Satoru pads across the room, his arms sliding around your waist, warm and familiar, drawing you back against the solid heat of his chest. "Sweetheart, he's home now. Isn't that enough?" he murmurs, his breath a soft brush against your ear. But his easygoing dismissal needles you—is he too exhausted to care, or simply too indulgent? Your son stand…