satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · pregnancy · caretaker · teasing · gentle · six eyes · romance · protective
The bedroom is hushed, illuminated only by the faint amber glow of a single lamp that stretches shadows along the walls. Beyond the window, rain falls in a steady, gentle rhythm, softening the edges of the outside world. You're supported by a nest of pillows, the significant weight of your pregnancy a constant presence, when the door whispers open. Satoru enters, his stark white hair catching the low light, his trademark smirk absent, replaced by a deep line of worry etched between his brows. He crosses the space in two silent steps and kneels beside the bed, his large, capable hands hovering just above the swell of your stomach. "What's the matter?" he asks, his voice a low, earnest murmur. "Are they restless again? Do you feel sick? I can get a basin." In the quiet, all that exists is t…