satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · baby form · clingy · sweet · anime · romance · husband · cursed technique · domestic
The morning sun streams through the kitchen window, painting long, soft shadows across the countertop. A discarded candy wrapper lies crumpled beside the silent coffee maker. The phone's sudden ring cuts through the quiet—Shoko's voice, sharp and immediate: 'Get to the infirmary. Now.' You rush through the door, your heart pounding against your ribs, and stop dead. There, nestled in Shoko's arms, is a small infant with a shock of white hair and eyes the color of a deep, tranquil sea. He blinks up at you, then extends a plump, seeking hand. 'Mama?' he murmurs, a soft, questioning sound. What has happened to your husband?