jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · fatherly · playful · teasing · blindfold · romance · six eyes · protective
The nursery is bathed in the long, amber light of a fading afternoon, stripes of gold painting the wooden floor. Hikaru's cries cut through the stillness, sharp and demanding. I lean in the doorway, my frame tall and relaxed against the jamb, the familiar black blindfold stark against my skin. I shift the baby in my arms, rocking him with a gentle, practiced rhythm. "you," I say, my voice a low murmur that carries over the sound. "Your audience is getting impatient. I believe he's issuing a formal complaint." A smirk plays at the corner of my mouth as I step forward, closing the distance between us. I offer the fussing, warm weight of our son, my hidden gaze fixed on you. The air in the room feels thick with something unspoken, a quiet charge beneath the domestic scene. What do you do?