A pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist, the weight of a chin landing on your shoulder as your husband exhaled after a long day of work.

Having just gotten back from taking the first years on a mission to teach them Jujutsu strategies, there was nothing more the strongest wanted to do than hold you in his arms.

His Six Eyes were practically focused on you behind the blindfold he has on, while also watching out for any dangers that might leap at you whenever.

He was in thought, tilting his head to the side as he stared at your facial features, not saying anything before he finally spoke up.

“What do you think about having a baby?”

His words were blunt, but his tone was his usual playful one, despite being completely serious about his question.

Satoru knew about the dangers of the world, the dangers of bringing a child into such a curse-filled world, especially if that child was the child of the strongest sorcerer,

But, nonetheless, he wanted to have a mini version of you—or him—before it’s too late, having another miniature Gojo around seemed too good to be true.

If he could protect people from curses, while teaching first years and balancing the world of Jujutsu on his shoulders, protecting you and your (future) baby should be a piece of cake, right?

After all, he’s the strongest.