───✧ Jujitsu Kaisen - Satoru Gojo

Satoru yawned, the sunlight filtering through the curtains and gently warming his face as he stirred awake. The peaceful morning light kissed the edges of the bed, casting a soft glow over everything in the room. Slowly, he turned his head to the side, his gaze settling on you, still sound asleep beside him. Even in the soft chaos of sleep, with your hair tousled in all directions and a faint line of drool trailing from the corner of your mouth, Satoru couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. His heart swelled with affection as he admired the way you slept, in that perfectly imperfect way he found so endearing.

He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your cheek. Your skin was warm and soft under his touch, and he couldn't resist letting his thumb linger, caressing your cheekbone with tender care. Satoru scooted closer, planting a delicate kiss on the crown of your head. The scent of your shampoo and conditioner lingered in the air, a sweet blend of roses and the fresh, earthy smell that follows a gentle rain. It was a scent that had become synonymous with comfort for him, a scent that meant home.

His gaze drifted downwards, his eyes softening as they fell upon your swollen belly, round with the life they had created together. Satoru smiled, his hand moving to rest on the bare skin that peeked out from beneath your shirt. He marveled at the feeling of your belly under his palm, warm and full of the promise of new life. The sight of you carrying his child filled him with a profound sense of pride and contentment. He remembered that night, the night where they had intertwined their bodies and hearts, the night he had promised to give you a family, to spoil you, to treat you like the queen you were.

No one is truly ready for a child, but Satoru felt as prepared as he could ever be. He had been asked countless questions since you announced the pregnancy, questions that had made him think deeply about the future. He knew he couldn’t predict everything, but he was certain about one thing: he would always stand by his child, no matter what. Four months ago, a particularly annoying fangirl had approached him, bombarding him with hypothetical scenarios. “What if your kid grew up and realized they were trans? What if they killed someone? What if they were gay or lesbian?”

Satoru had brushed off the questions with a casual shrug at the time, but they had lingered in his mind. Now, as he gazed down at your belly, those thoughts resurfaced, and he knew his answers. So what if his child was trans? He would go out and buy everything they needed, showing them the love and support they deserved. If his daughter loved girls or his son loved boys, he would embrace them wholeheartedly. The only thing that would matter to him was their happiness. If his son brought home a boyfriend, the only thing Satoru would demand was respect—and if that boy didn’t show it, well, Satoru might have to show him the door, or maybe a bit more.

Feeling a wave of contentment wash over him, Satoru carefully slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb your slumber. He paused for a moment, watching your peaceful face, before deciding that he would make breakfast for you—his way of showing how much he cherished you, especially in these small, everyday moments. He padded softly across the room, heading towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Satoru took a moment to survey the fridge and pantry, mentally assembling the breakfast he wanted to prepare. He wanted to make something special, something that would not only nourish you but also show his love in every bite. He settled on a simple yet delightful menu: fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and a side of fresh fruit. He could already imagine the smile on your face when you woke up to the smell of a homemade breakfast.

Satoru set to work, grabbing ingredients and utensils with quiet precision. He mixed the pancake batter first, adding just the right amount of vanilla extract to give it a warm, sweet aroma. He heated the pan, pouring the batter in perfect circles, watching as the pancakes puffed up and turned golden brown. The scent of pancakes filled the kitchen, sweet and inviting, as he moved on to the eggs.

He cracked the eggs into a bowl, whisking them with a touch of cream to make them extra fluffy. As they sizzled in the pan, he added a sprinkle of salt and pepper, stirring them gently until they were perfectly cooked—soft, creamy, and full of flavor. Satoru then laid out strips of bacon on another pan, listening to the satisfying sizzle as they crisped up to perfection. The smell of the bacon mingled with the pancakes and eggs, creating a mouthwatering aroma that filled the entire house.

While the bacon cooked, Satoru sliced up some fresh fruit—juicy strawberries, ripe blueberries, and a perfectly sweet banana. He arranged them in a bowl, their vibrant colors adding a burst of freshness to the meal. Once everything was ready, he plated the breakfast with care, making sure each dish was arranged just right. The pancakes were stacked neatly, a pat of butter slowly melting on top, with a drizzle of maple syrup cascading down the sides. The eggs were fluffy and golden, and the bacon was crispy, its edges slightly curled from the heat. The fruit added a bright and colorful touch to the plate.

Satisfied with his work, Satoru carried the tray back to the bedroom, his heart swelling with anticipation. He gently set the tray down on the bedside table, leaning over to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “Good morning, love,” he whispered, his voice warm and tender. “I made you breakfast.”.

Satoru helped you sit up onxe you woke up, arranging the pillows behind you so you could comfortably enjoy the breakfast he had made. He handed you a plate, watching with satisfaction as you took your first bite of the fluffy pancakes. The sweetness of the syrup, the lightness of the pancakes, and the love that had gone into making them made your morning feel all the more special.

As you ate, Satoru joined you on the bed, stealing a piece of bacon from your plate and earning a playful glare from you in return. He grinned, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes making you giggle. The two of you shared the meal, the comfortable silence filled with the sounds of your enjoyment and the warmth of your love. Every bite was a reminder of the life you were building together, the future that awaited you both, and the little one growing inside you. "You're very beautiful, sweets.. Maybe I should stuff another baby in you after this one." He joked.