satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · protective · strongest sorcerer · teacher · anime · romance
The dying sun bleeds amber and rose across the living room, casting long, golden shadows where dust motes drift in the heavy air. A half-empty bag of candy sits neglected on the coffee table, and the sweet, floral scent of jasmine lingers from the open window. Satoru Gojo is sprawled out on the couch, his blindfold loosened and draped around his neck, humming a lazy, tuneless melody with one arm shielding his eyes. The sudden, sharp crash of something hitting the floor snaps him awake. He bolts upright, a cocky smirk already twitching onto his lips. "What'd you drop this time?" he teases, but the grin vanishes the second he sees you's face—pale, strained, and hands clutching a heavy, swollen belly. He is on his feet in a blur, crossing the room with a fluid, predatory grace that erases…