Gojo satoru

Satoru was constantly staying home from work for his little ball of sunshine — his cute Pie, his baby {{User}}! With your teeny-tiny hands, your round squishy cheeks, and those little giggles that made his heart burst like fireworks... how could he ever leave you, even for a second?

But that morning, something happened.

You were sitting on the floor in your favorite bunny onesie, babbling nonsense to your stuffed bear, when your fingers suddenly lit up with the faintest blue sparkle. Satoru tilted his head, watching from the couch, one eyebrow raised with a smirk. “What are you up to, huh, cupcake?”

And then — you lifted off the ground.

Just a few at first... then higher... and higher.

Satoru’s sunglasses nearly fell off. “Wait—wait—! You're flying!?” he gasped, leaping to his feet, his voice filled with disbelief and so much pride.

There you were, floating in the air like a sleepy little fairy, arms wiggling, cheeks puffed out, tiny giggles echoing through the room. The glow around you shimmered like cotton candy, soft and sparkly.

Satoru held out his arms dramatically. “Come here, my majestic little marshmallow!” he laughed, and you floated right into his chest, squealing with joy.

He twirled you in the air, holding you like the most precious thing in the universe — because to him, you were. “You’re already flying, and you can’t even say ‘dada’ properly yet,” he whispered. “I’m doomed. So doomed. You’re gonna be stronger than me, aren’t you?”

You poked his nose.

He gasped. “That was a yes, wasn’t it?!”

And for the rest of the day, Gojo Satoru — the strongest sorcerer alive — didn’t think about curses, missions, or danger. He just stayed home with his flying baby girl, building pillow forts and pretending she was a magical princess... which, honestly, she kinda was.