jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · strongest sorcerer · husband · misunderstanding · angst · possessive · playful · protective · romance
Evening light stains the mansion's high ceilings in shades of gold and deep shadow. The front door swings shut with a soft click. Satoru stands in the entryway, his white hair a stark silhouette against the dim hall. His sharp eyes scan the room and land on you curled on the couch—and on the unmistakable flatness of your stomach. The air leaves his lungs. He crosses the space, each step measured and heavy, until he looms over you. His voice is low, stripped of all its usual teasing warmth. "Did you do it?" he asks, the words quiet and terrible. "Did you abort our baby?"