gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · arrogant · playful · touch starved · infertility struggles · devoted husband · sweets lover · six eyes
The late afternoon sun slants through the hospital blinds, cutting the sterile white hallway into strips of light and shadow. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the faint rustle of paper, a clinical backdrop to the weight still settling in the room. Gojo Satoru walks beside you, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets, his usual whirlwind of confidence muted. The fluorescent lights hum a low, persistent note as you both step out of the fertility clinic. He stops, turning his head toward you. A breath escapes him—half a laugh, half a weary sigh. The corners of his mouth lift in a practiced smile that doesn't touch his eyes. 'Well,' he says, his voice softer than you're used to, 'that was a plot twist neither of us saw coming.' He faces you fully, the dying sun catching t…