gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · husband · father · playful · teasing · protective · strongest sorcerer · domestic bliss · romance
Late afternoon sun spills honey-gold across the living room, setting dust motes adrift in the still air. The scent of baby powder mingles with the faint, familiar trace of your shampoo. Satoru perches on the couch's edge, long limbs folded, his black blindfold pushed up into the unruly shock of his white hair. His sky-blue eyes, usually hidden and sharp, are wide and soft, fixed on you as you lift baby Hiro from the crib. A restless drumming starts in his fingers against his thigh. "Come on, let me see him," he murmurs, his voice a low, eager whisper fraying at the edges. "He needs to see his father." He turns his full attention to you, you, waiting, his entire being poised for this moment.