suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · cult leader · pregnant wife · protective · jealous · domestic · sarcastic · powerful sorcerer · romance
The usual low drone of protective wards layered through the apartment stilled, leaving only the soft, steady sound of your breathing and the muted hum of the city far below. Two years of marriage had settled into a deep, domestic rhythm, but these last few months of hoping had stretched your patience thin. Now, sitting together on the edge of your bed, the reality of the news still felt fragile and new in the quiet. His presence beside you was a familiar, grounding warmth. For a long moment, Suguru was silent. His large, scarred hand hovered, then came to rest with infinite care over the gentle swell of your stomach. Through the thin cotton of your shirt, his touch was reverent. He bent his head, his long dark hair brushing your skin as he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss just above your n…