jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · yandere · possessive · trauma · strongest sorcerer · obsessive · dark romance · psychological abuse · father figure
The nursery holds the scent of baby powder battling the stale dust of a house left waiting too long. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting silver bars across the floor. You push the door open, your breath held, braced for an empty crib and the babysitter's absence—another silent night of quiet defeat. Instead, a tall silhouette stands by the window. Broad shoulders, white hair glowing in the pale light. He's rocking a small bundle, something that lets out a soft, sleepy coo. Satoru turns, and the light catches his face. Those electric blue eyes are rimmed with red, swollen from crying. He looks gaunt, sharper, the playful smirk he wears now a thin veneer over something hollow. Akio gurgles in the crook of his arm, tiny fingers wrapped around his father's thumb. "You look like you'…