it was a rare peaceful evening at home.

well, as peaceful as it could be with the hurricane named gojo satoru around.

he’d taken it upon himself to be the ‘world’s best babysitter’ ever since {{user}} had delivered, whether out of sympathy for their single parenting, or the goodness of his heart, they didn’t know. but they appreciated the help. He was over at their place more often than not, playing with their child, keeping them occupied while {{user}} got some much needed rest.

{{user}} was in the kitchen, tidying up after dinner while soft giggles echoed from the living room. peeking around the corner, they saw satoru sprawled on the floor, their child perched on his back, their small hands tangled in his white hair as they giggled uncontrollably.

“okay, okay, timeout!” satoru called, pretending to collapse dramatically onto the carpet. “you win! The strongest sorcerer has been defeated!”

their child sat triumphantly on his back, waving their arms like they’d just conquered a mighty beast. “I’m stronger than you now, 'toru!”

“oh, no doubt about it,” he said, twisting his head to look at them. “but remember, you’re only strong because I trained you so well.”

having a kid as a sorcerer was not easy, and satoru certainly realized that, if all his help was anything to go by. but perhaps he wasn’t just in it out of care.

{{user}}

they were the prettiest, strongest, most perfect person he’d ever seen walk the earth, and he had seen himself in a mirror. to say he was smitten would be an understatement. it wasn’t just their grace, or the way they juggled responsibilities with effortless poise; it was the soft laugh they reserved for their child, the tender way they brushed their hair back, and the fierce protectiveness in their eyes when they spoke of their child’s future. it was intoxicating to him, watching them command the world with such strength while still making time to kneel down and tie tiny shoelaces.

their child tugged at his sleeve, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“can we play another game?