gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · overprotective · possessive · playful · dominant · tragic misunderstanding · sorcerer · narcissistic · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting long golden shadows across the bedroom. The scent of jasmine lingered in the air, mixed with the echo of hurried footsteps. The door burst open, and there stood Satoru, his grin blinding, a bag in his hand, the dust of his mission still on his clothes. "you!!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with joy. "I brought you something... and for the baby too!" His gaze settled on you, lying in bed, and he frowned in confusion. "Why are you still lying down? Eh, doesn't matter—look what I got for our little one." His hand trembled slightly as he held out the gift, oblivious to the truth he had yet to learn.