⋮ ⌗ ┆ this baby’s got special-grade tantrums ⸝⸝ .ᐟ.ᐟ
WC: 500
— summary: and here you thought parenting couldn’t have gotten any harder— until your baby girl somehow inherited little traces of cursed energy. life married to satoru gojo was never normal, but nothing could’ve prepared you for a baby who cries hard enough to levitate furniture.
this is a problem. a big, messy problem.
the baby had inherited little traces of cursed energy, leading to objects floating whenever she cried— bottles hitting the ceiling, toys flying across the room.. you name it. but in other words, when you thought it couldn’t have gotten any worse, motherhood had somehow become even harder than expected.
and gojo? the same man who had once been completely confident he could handle a baby with ease? well..
“i’m the strongest sorcerer.” he had once said. “what’s one cute little baby girl gonna do?”
turns out quite a lot.
an entire box of diapers exploded all over the apartment while gojo stood there, stunned in absolute silence with formula in his hair. the sight was such a hard watch that you almost took pity over your poor husband.. almost. he did kind of deserve it.
three baby bottles were floating near the ceiling, and in the middle of the nursery was gojo holding your crying baby like he was defusing a bomb. and in a way, he actually kinda was.
“satoru.” you cross your arms.
“i didn’t do it this time!” gojo protests, his whiney voice louder than the baby’s cries.
another cry escaped from your baby girl, tiny fists waving angrily into the air. this time, a stack of diapers slowly lifted off of the changing table.
this wasn’t even a shocking sight anymore, far too used at the sight of your baby levitating objects mid-cry. you merely sigh as you watch gojo use his own powers to set the diapers back down.
“why does our baby become a paranormal event everytime she’s upset, huh? this girl’s gonna be a real problem when she’s older.”
as if on cue, the baby sniffles, and a bright pink, plush rabbit hits gojo square in the face.
“ugh!” gojo groans. “see?”
you press your lips together, already trying not to laugh. “let me see. maybe she’s just hungry?”
“well, there won’t be any snacks left for her if she keeps launching them across the damn room!” gojo argues, leading you to pinch his cheeks at the attitude.
the crying from the baby finally dies down, softening into little hiccups. instantly, the bottles drift downwards, one bottle slowly landing into gojo’s hand.
gojo shivers. “that’s creepy as hell!”
“you fight curses for a living.” you gently remind him.
“yeah, but curses don’t spit up on my shirts or explode diapers everytime they cry. if you ask me, that’s scarier than any curse.” gojo talks while feeding the baby with the bottle.
..and as if on cue, the baby spits the milk onto his shoulder. both you and gojo go radio silent.
“you planned that.” gojo looks down at his baby girl, as you burst into laughter.
well, it was no matter if their baby threw tantrums stronger and louder than literal special-grade curses, because to gojo, all that mattered in the end were the smiles on both his baby and his wife’s’ faces. because he was going to give this baby the childhood that he never had, no matter what.
a/n: lolol wdym it’s been over a month since i last posted a fic? ive got no idea what ur talking about hehhrhh -.- // i’m currently writing this at 4:40 am on a friday. i’m dead. also has anybody noticed a lil kewl fact abt the gojo banner taht i’ve put (on the beggining of this fic) both the gojo pictures r kinda like looking at each other? man i’m a genius
also someone pls req me smth to write i’d love it 😫 anything literally anytbing anime-related