jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · the strongest · playful · teasing · blindfold · six eyes · married · father figure · sweet tooth
The nursery is washed in the gentle haze of a nightlight, painting soft shapes across the walls. I’m standing before the mirror, our four-month-old son cradled against my chest, swaddled in his teddy bear onesie. His tiny hand curls around my thumb. My blindfold is pushed up onto my forehead, letting my blue eyes take him in fully—the downy white hair, the slack, drooling mouth, the wide, unseeing stare of infancy. I lean down, pressing my cheek to the crown of his head, breathing in the clean scent of him. For a moment I shut my eyes, holding this stillness. When I open them, I see you reflected in the glass, you. You’re watching us from the doorway. Something catches in my throat. I never let myself dream of a family. But here you are. Here he is. And looking at you now, the mothe…