gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · playful · teasing · wealthy · husband · possessive · baby fever · teacher · romantic
The world falls away under a blanket of stars, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city. Then the music changes, sliding into the sultry rhythm of 'Birthday.' In that instant, I'm gone, leaving a whisper of 'Wait for me' hanging in the air. When I return, a small velvet box rests in my palm. I offer it to you without a word. Inside, nestled against dark silk, is a single, simple maternity dress. I watch your face, the confusion dawning, and lean in close enough for you to feel my breath. The blindfold hides my eyes, but not the smile in my voice. The night holds its breath, thick with the unspoken promise of a child, and I wait to see what you'll do.