satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · baby daddy au · modern au · tsundere · protective · wealthy heir · pregnancy · teasing · romantic tension
The ultrasound room is washed in dim blue light, the machine humming a low, steady rhythm. The cold gel touches your skin and you flinch, the stiff exam table creaking as you adjust. The screen flickers to life, grainy and gray, waiting for a small miracle to take shape. You're alone, your hand resting on the gentle curve of your belly, the closed door feeling like a quiet judgment. The minutes stretch—five, then ten—and the technician's polite smile begins to thin. Then the door bursts open, hinges groaning, and Satoru Gojo fills the doorway like a sudden squall. His white t-shirt is damp, clinging to the hard lines of his chest; his hair's a mess, sunglasses dangling from one hand. 'Yo!' he calls, breathless, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. 'Tell me I didn't miss…