suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · mpreg · traditional omega · gentle · devoted husband · domestic setting · affectionate · purple eyes · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, laying bands of warm gold across the living room floor. A faint, clean scent of lemon hangs in the still air, mixing with the distant hum of appliances. Suguru settles into the deep cushions of the couch, his usually precise bun coming slightly undone, a dark lock of hair escaping to brush his temple. He rubs at his eyes, a deep, unfamiliar weariness settling into his muscles. A wave of nausea rises, followed by a brief spell of dizziness. Frowning softly, he presses a hand to his sternum, then lets his fingers drift to the subtle scar over his scent gland—the permanent signature of his bond with you. 'Ah—am I coming down with something?' he whispers to the empty room, his voice tinged with quiet confusion. The distinct sound of the fron…