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a thousand what ifs~☕

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Kaleidoscope Series: Clouds and Mochi Chapters|| Bouquet ||

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

Genre: fluff, married life, parenthood, slice of life WC/CW/TW: (2.8k)—/pregnancy, childbirth, family time, profanity (slight), —/ Synopsis: "Satoru?" You opened the door for him with a wide smile, then a confused look at the pot in his hand... followed by the kids rushing beside you to hug his legs. "Papa!" Saika reaches up for his Papa to carry her. "Why were you so late, Papa? We made chocolates." Kouki pouts while hanging on his father's leg.

He ran fast, crossing the intersection a second before the red light lit up, excusing through the crowd with nimble feet as he raced to the other side... he needed to get home as soon as possible, before that he needed to get to the bouquet he ordered from the shop.

He should've surprised you early in the morning instead of saving it for tonight. He wouldn't have anticipated that the last mission for the day would prove to be the thorn of his Valentine's with you today. The flower shop is calling him nonstop while he's on a mission to come and pick up his order since they're closing already, and he's extremely late on your promised date night.

Satoru rubbed the back of his head as he weaved through the busy intersection of Omotesando. A few minutes later, he arrived at the flower shop, who's about to close, thankfully he managed to arrive just before the owner locked the place.

With a cute bouquet of carnations and pink roses, the fairy lights shimmering softly against the perfectly curated greens, he can't help but grin at the bouquet he got for you. He can't wait to see you smile when he gets home. You would probably call out his spending, but then again everytime he sees you smile and giggle at his gestures, it's always worth being nagged by you. 

Satoru looked at the time and decided it was better to wait for a taxi than call Ijichi to drive him home. Contrary to popular belief, he needs to take transportation like any normal guy rather than teleporting... Gotta spend money to contribute to the economy.

"C-Can you please just... just one flower..."

He knew it wasn't his business... After all, he's just a stranger. But then again, curiosity got the better of him as he turned around to see a high school boy asking for the owner of the flower shop earlier.

"We're closed, and we have no more flowers." The shop owner shrugged and locked the place while the boy asked again, imploring...

"I... It's for my mother, Sir, even just one stem, I'll pay." The boy hastily pulled out his worn-out wallet...

Satoru pulled up his blindfold a bit and saw that the boy barely had half the money to pay for a decent bouquet. The shop owner sighed and shook his head, telling the boy no for the last time before leaving...

Well... again that's not his problem... Satoru shrugged and looked forward, waiting for a taxi... where's a taxi when you need one? If he solves every problem he faces, then he should retire from being a sorcerer and do a 360° career change.

The boy stood beside him... a downcast look on the young and tired face. The flower shops are all closed at this time, or if not closed, have little to no more flowers to arrange after being bought earlier in the day.

The boy's phone rang. And now Satoru can't help but be hyperaware of the boy beside him. He barely reaches Satoru's shoulders, clearly still a boy in his early teens.

"... Ma, did you drink your medicine?" The boy answered the call with a sheepish smile on his lips. "I told you not to go outside and wait for me; it's cold. You'll catch a cold again... Me...? Of course, I'll visit you, wait for me at the hospital, okay?"

The call hung up, and the boy started to walk in the opposite direction, blowing on his cupped palms to warm them up from the cold February.

Ah... This is so not him... Satoru rubbed the back of his head. It's not his problem... He clicked his tongue. You've rubbed off on him too much. It's messing him up. And the next thing he knew, he was handing the bouquet to the boy, telling him to go to the hospital and give it to his mom. The boy tried to pay him the last cents he had, but Satoru shrugged, opting to have the small melon candy on the boy's hand and walked away.

Satoru sighed, the flower shops are closed at this time. What should he get you instead? Maybe he should just sneak into his mother's garden and pluck some flowers to bunch up, but then again, he sucks at arranging things.

Satoru scratches his head and looks around. He should buy you chocolates for now, at least he has something to bring home to you. He passes a flower shop still open, but no more flowers are displayed on the shelf. He looks up at the name.

Fleur-de-Lis Bouquets...

That sounds familiar... Probably it's a well-known flower shop. Since it's still open, it must still have flowers being sold. He pushed the door open, and the bell chimed. A lady with curly hair dressed in a white polo shirt tucked into her jeans, topped with a brown apron, looked up.

"Welcome, just in time, I was about to close, Sir." The lady smiled.

It's strange... Satoru looked around. The place looked so familiar, as if he had been here before. The whole place was serene, the faint scent of cherry blossom filled the shop, along with the inconspicuous butterflies fluttering around the vibrant shrubs.

"A bouquet... do you have any bouquet left? It's for my wife." Satoru took out his wallet, ready to pay no matter the price.

The lady smiled and gestured for him to sit first.

"I'm sorry to tell you we don't have any bouquets left, only one stem of flowers is left."

The lady turned to the shelf on the wall. There are five rows of potted flower shrubs. None of them is your favorite flower... He's really not a flower enthusiast, so he doesn't know the names. Satoru sighed.

"Which flower on that shelf means 'thank you and I love you'? I'll get that one." Satoru scanned the blooms, remembering the meaning of flowers on the shelf. 

"You must really love your wife a lot, Sir." The florist took a flower from one of the coolers and carefully wrapped the single apricot-colored flower, its cupped shape exuding a delicate, tea-like, peachy fragrance wafting through the room.

"She's the best thing in my life... to our kids and me." Satoru stared at the flower he had never seen before. It's so adorable and at the same time such a rare find.

The florist hummed and took a pot from the lowest shelf, it's a very small shrub with six buds about to bloom.

"I think this would be perfect." The florist gently put the plant and the single-stem bouquet in front of Satoru. It looks like the bloom of the potted plant. Satoru leaned closer. The buds were tight as folded secrets, their outer petals tinted green at the edges, blushing inward to warm apricot. One of them had already begun to loosen, petal by petal, like a breath being let out slowly. The color deepened toward the center—peach, then cream, then something almost honeyed—soft enough to look edible, too precious to touch.

"What does it mean?" He looked at the unfamiliar flower. It looked like a mix peony with a rose and he has no idea what it was.

The lady smiled and adjusted the ribbon around the pot, fingers moving with practiced care.

"It's a juliet rose," she said. "Not the kind that tries to impress at first glance. It opens slowly, petal by petal, as if it's thinking things through. Even at its fullest, it keeps itself gathered—never messy, never careless."

She turned the pot slightly, letting the light settle into the heart of one bud.

"It's given for gratitude that's grown roots. For love that's been proven in ordinary days—meals cooked, hands held, arguments survived. It doesn't say passion." A small smile touched her lips. "It says thank you for staying. And I love you for everything you are, even when no one is watching."

She put it carefully in a paper bag with a transparent front and small holes that let the plant breathe without being squished inside.

"The melon candy in your pocket, that would be enough." The florist once again smiled. "A bloom for each member of your family."

Whatever force it was that prompted him to do her bidding, Satoru couldn't comprehend it at all because the next thing he knew, he was riding a taxi on his way home, the flower in his hand and the pot of shrub on his other arm. He has no recollection of hailing a taxi... Satoru rubbed his temples.

What just happened?

But he didn't have time to dwell on it as the taxi pulled up before his home.

"Satoru?" You opened the door for him with a wide smile, then a confused look at the pot in his hand... followed by the kids rushing beside you to hug his legs.

"Papa!" Saika reaches up for his Papa to carry her.

"Why were you so late, Papa? We made chocolates." Kouki pouts while hanging on his father's leg.

You ruffled the kids' hair and asked them to get their father a glass of water while Satoru changed. Keigo and Seira are asleep in their bassinets despite the loud noise.

"What's that in your hand?" You glanced. Happy to see the flowers, and you're more confused about why he got a potted plant for Valentine's.

Satoru smiled and held your hips to kiss you first. The sweet powder scent of cocoa lingered on you, your vanilla-scented hair was mouthwatering, and he could almost taste all of you in one single intake.

"Happy Valentine's, baby." He grinned and presented to you the single stem. "I'm sorry, this wasn't supposed to be the bouquet I reserved for you..." His mouth curved like it wanted to say something more than his words allowed, then thought better of it. He shifted his weight, fingers rubbing together once before he looked up again, eyes softened, brows drawn just enough to admit fault without naming it.

"What flower is this? It's so pretty, and I've never seen one like this before." You smiled as you admired the flower in your hand. You brought it to your nose, its mild peachy scent filled your senses. "It's beautiful, 'Toru." 

He could only kiss your forehead once again and presented you with the potted plant. 

"The florist said, it's a juliet rose. And it has six blooms too, one for ea—" Satoru froze before he can finish... 

 "A bloom for each member of your family." 

How did the florist know there were six of them in the family?

"Honey? What's wrong?" You held his forearm.

"N-Nothing... Well..."  Satoru stared at his wife. His beautiful, beautiful wife... "How about you go upstairs and change, baby? I made a reservation for the two of us tonight."

"Really?" She smiled with a small frown. "Where would that be?"

Satoru shrugged and guided you inside, where the two kids were sneakily hiding a KitKat bar. Fully forgetting the glass of water for him. 

"You mentioned you liked the food in Hei Fung Terrace last week..." He nuzzled your hair, pressing kisses to your temples as he inhaled your signature scent. "I already told Mother to watch over the kids until tomorrow morning. You don't have to worry about them."

"But Keigo and Seira—"

"My wife deserves some pampering, too. Our babies will be fine with my mother, and we have hired nannies you personally hired, don't we?" He assured you as he kissed the back of your hands. "I booked us a room in The Peninsula, but if you want, we can always come home after our dinner."

You pouted at him, but soon relented when your mother-in-law came knocking on the door.

"Papa, where are you going with Mama?" Kouki tugged at his sleeves.

"Your Mama and I are going on a date night, son. Mama needs some relaxin' because she's tired from giving birth to Keigo and Seira and staying up late." He explained to his little boy, who looked thoughtful and soon nodded. "I'll take you and Saika to the aquarium tomorrow, how does that sound?" He ruffled Kouki's hair.

"I wanna go to the strawberry farm, Papa..." Kouki pouted. The exact pout he got from you and Satoru couldn't hold back the chuckle.

"Okay, we'll go to the strawberry farm as well."

Satoru carried the heavy boy and went to the mat where Saika is playing with her dolls and the babies are quietly sleeping. Keigo and Seira looked like two apples, red and cute without trying hard... He can't help but chuckle at how thick their hairs are now after all the wishes of Kouki and Saika to have siblings with your hair. But once again, it seems that all the babies you have are the hair. Their faces are simply Gojo genes showing off. Not to add the peculiar eye colors they have...

Seira has a sky-blue eye color on the outer part of her iris, but then it is mixed with your eye color closer to the pupil. Keigo has the opposite, your eye color on the outer edge of his iris, and his sky blue eyes closer to his pupils. He could remember the panic you all had the second they could open their eyes. Thankfully, the doctor ruled out any complications and diagnosed it as a rare condition called central heterochromia.

His children's eyes were breathtaking... If others praise his bright sky blue eyes, then his childrens' are more beyond compare. From Kouki, Saika, Seira, and Keigo. They were all precious and beautiful. Each is a masterpiece, a perfect example that with you, everything is better... Everything is beautiful if it has you and him.

"Let's just go tomorrow... Tonight, I just want to huddle together." You softly whispered, staring at the four little kids all huddled together on your laps...

Satoru knew no persuading could change your mind from moving in this place, not that he would like to, make you do anything against your wishes.

"Alright, tomorrow then, you pamper yourself because I'm coming to get you for a night out just the two of us." He settled in, pressing a gentle but long kiss to your temple, inhaling a deep breath, and pushing you closer to his chest.

"I know it's pretty late, but... Happy Valentine's, love... I hope you know, I can never love anyone anymore as much as I do you." His whisper grazed your ear, sending a soft shiver through you.

Two fingers tilted your chin, slow and sure, drawing your gaze to his.

He paused—just close enough for his breath to warm your lips—before closing the distance in a gentle, lingering kiss.

—GreyCaelum A/N: i hope you all are doing well, uni has fully hijacked my life but here it is a small treat that i hope you enjoy! i miss you all so much and missed writing for our small corner

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME All rights and credits of the Jujutsu Kaisen character(s) mentioned images(s) and songs(s) used, belongs to their respective owner(s)

General/Kaleidoscope Series Taglist: @ice-icebaby @aeanya @gummy-dummy @tender-rosiey @lexiene @nevermoresworld @loml-riri @pelicanpizza @emichou-chan, @sleepyafcapricorn

Check out the Masterlist for more

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Kaleidoscope Series: Clouds and Mochi Chapters|| Bouquet ||

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

Genre: fluff, married life, parenthood, slice of life WC/CW/TW: (2.8k)—/pregnancy, childbirth, family time, profanity (slight), —/ Synopsis: "Satoru?" You opened the door for him with a wide smile, then a confused look at the pot in his hand... followed by the kids rushing beside you to hug his legs. "Papa!" Saika reaches up for his Papa to carry her. "Why were you so late, Papa? We made chocolates." Kouki pouts while hanging on his father's leg.

He ran fast, crossing the intersection a second before the red light lit up, excusing through the crowd with nimble feet as he raced to the other side... he needed to get home as soon as possible, before that he needed to get to the bouquet he ordered from the shop.

He should've surprised you early in the morning instead of saving it for tonight. He wouldn't have anticipated that the last mission for the day would prove to be the thorn of his Valentine's with you today. The flower shop is calling him nonstop while he's on a mission to come and pick up his order since they're closing already, and he's extremely late on your promised date night.

Satoru rubbed the back of his head as he weaved through the busy intersection of Omotesando. A few minutes later, he arrived at the flower shop, who's about to close, thankfully he managed to arrive just before the owner locked the place.

With a cute bouquet of carnations and pink roses, the fairy lights shimmering softly against the perfectly curated greens, he can't help but grin at the bouquet he got for you. He can't wait to see you smile when he gets home. You would probably call out his spending, but then again everytime he sees you smile and giggle at his gestures, it's always worth being nagged by you. 

Satoru looked at the time and decided it was better to wait for a taxi than call Ijichi to drive him home. Contrary to popular belief, he needs to take transportation like any normal guy rather than teleporting... Gotta spend money to contribute to the economy.

"C-Can you please just... just one flower..."

He knew it wasn't his business... After all, he's just a stranger. But then again, curiosity got the better of him as he turned around to see a high school boy asking for the owner of the flower shop earlier.

"We're closed, and we have no more flowers." The shop owner shrugged and locked the place while the boy asked again, imploring...

"I... It's for my mother, Sir, even just one stem, I'll pay." The boy hastily pulled out his worn-out wallet...

Satoru pulled up his blindfold a bit and saw that the boy barely had half the money to pay for a decent bouquet. The shop owner sighed and shook his head, telling the boy no for the last time before leaving...

Well... again that's not his problem... Satoru shrugged and looked forward, waiting for a taxi... where's a taxi when you need one? If he solves every problem he faces, then he should retire from being a sorcerer and do a 360° career change.

The boy stood beside him... a downcast look on the young and tired face. The flower shops are all closed at this time, or if not closed, have little to no more flowers to arrange after being bought earlier in the day.

The boy's phone rang. And now Satoru can't help but be hyperaware of the boy beside him. He barely reaches Satoru's shoulders, clearly still a boy in his early teens.

"... Ma, did you drink your medicine?" The boy answered the call with a sheepish smile on his lips. "I told you not to go outside and wait for me; it's cold. You'll catch a cold again... Me...? Of course, I'll visit you, wait for me at the hospital, okay?"

The call hung up, and the boy started to walk in the opposite direction, blowing on his cupped palms to warm them up from the cold February.

Ah... This is so not him... Satoru rubbed the back of his head. It's not his problem... He clicked his tongue. You've rubbed off on him too much. It's messing him up. And the next thing he knew, he was handing the bouquet to the boy, telling him to go to the hospital and give it to his mom. The boy tried to pay him the last cents he had, but Satoru shrugged, opting to have the small melon candy on the boy's hand and walked away.

Satoru sighed, the flower shops are closed at this time. What should he get you instead? Maybe he should just sneak into his mother's garden and pluck some flowers to bunch up, but then again, he sucks at arranging things.

Satoru scratches his head and looks around. He should buy you chocolates for now, at least he has something to bring home to you. He passes a flower shop still open, but no more flowers are displayed on the shelf. He looks up at the name.

Fleur-de-Lis Bouquets...

That sounds familiar... Probably it's a well-known flower shop. Since it's still open, it must still have flowers being sold. He pushed the door open, and the bell chimed. A lady with curly hair dressed in a white polo shirt tucked into her jeans, topped with a brown apron, looked up.

"Welcome, just in time, I was about to close, Sir." The lady smiled.

It's strange... Satoru looked around. The place looked so familiar, as if he had been here before. The whole place was serene, the faint scent of cherry blossom filled the shop, along with the inconspicuous butterflies fluttering around the vibrant shrubs.

"A bouquet... do you have any bouquet left? It's for my wife." Satoru took out his wallet, ready to pay no matter the price.

The lady smiled and gestured for him to sit first.

"I'm sorry to tell you we don't have any bouquets left, only one stem of flowers is left."

The lady turned to the shelf on the wall. There are five rows of potted flower shrubs. None of them is your favorite flower... He's really not a flower enthusiast, so he doesn't know the names. Satoru sighed.

"Which flower on that shelf means 'thank you and I love you'? I'll get that one." Satoru scanned the blooms, remembering the meaning of flowers on the shelf. 

"You must really love your wife a lot, Sir." The florist took a flower from one of the coolers and carefully wrapped the single apricot-colored flower, its cupped shape exuding a delicate, tea-like, peachy fragrance wafting through the room.

"She's the best thing in my life... to our kids and me." Satoru stared at the flower he had never seen before. It's so adorable and at the same time such a rare find.

The florist hummed and took a pot from the lowest shelf, it's a very small shrub with six buds about to bloom.

"I think this would be perfect." The florist gently put the plant and the single-stem bouquet in front of Satoru. It looks like the bloom of the potted plant. Satoru leaned closer. The buds were tight as folded secrets, their outer petals tinted green at the edges, blushing inward to warm apricot. One of them had already begun to loosen, petal by petal, like a breath being let out slowly. The color deepened toward the center—peach, then cream, then something almost honeyed—soft enough to look edible, too precious to touch.

"What does it mean?" He looked at the unfamiliar flower. It looked like a mix peony with a rose and he has no idea what it was.

The lady smiled and adjusted the ribbon around the pot, fingers moving with practiced care.

"It's a juliet rose," she said. "Not the kind that tries to impress at first glance. It opens slowly, petal by petal, as if it's thinking things through. Even at its fullest, it keeps itself gathered—never messy, never careless."

She turned the pot slightly, letting the light settle into the heart of one bud.

"It's given for gratitude that's grown roots. For love that's been proven in ordinary days—meals cooked, hands held, arguments survived. It doesn't say passion." A small smile touched her lips. "It says thank you for staying. And I love you for everything you are, even when no one is watching."

She put it carefully in a paper bag with a transparent front and small holes that let the plant breathe without being squished inside.

"The melon candy in your pocket, that would be enough." The florist once again smiled. "A bloom for each member of your family."

Whatever force it was that prompted him to do her bidding, Satoru couldn't comprehend it at all because the next thing he knew, he was riding a taxi on his way home, the flower in his hand and the pot of shrub on his other arm. He has no recollection of hailing a taxi... Satoru rubbed his temples.

What just happened?

But he didn't have time to dwell on it as the taxi pulled up before his home.

"Satoru?" You opened the door for him with a wide smile, then a confused look at the pot in his hand... followed by the kids rushing beside you to hug his legs.

"Papa!" Saika reaches up for his Papa to carry her.

"Why were you so late, Papa? We made chocolates." Kouki pouts while hanging on his father's leg.

You ruffled the kids' hair and asked them to get their father a glass of water while Satoru changed. Keigo and Seira are asleep in their bassinets despite the loud noise.

"What's that in your hand?" You glanced. Happy to see the flowers, and you're more confused about why he got a potted plant for Valentine's.

Satoru smiled and held your hips to kiss you first. The sweet powder scent of cocoa lingered on you, your vanilla-scented hair was mouthwatering, and he could almost taste all of you in one single intake.

"Happy Valentine's, baby." He grinned and presented to you the single stem. "I'm sorry, this wasn't supposed to be the bouquet I reserved for you..." His mouth curved like it wanted to say something more than his words allowed, then thought better of it. He shifted his weight, fingers rubbing together once before he looked up again, eyes softened, brows drawn just enough to admit fault without naming it.

"What flower is this? It's so pretty, and I've never seen one like this before." You smiled as you admired the flower in your hand. You brought it to your nose, its mild peachy scent filled your senses. "It's beautiful, 'Toru." 

He could only kiss your forehead once again and presented you with the potted plant. 

"The florist said, it's a juliet rose. And it has six blooms too, one for ea—" Satoru froze before he can finish... 

 "A bloom for each member of your family." 

How did the florist know there were six of them in the family?

"Honey? What's wrong?" You held his forearm.

"N-Nothing... Well..."  Satoru stared at his wife. His beautiful, beautiful wife... "How about you go upstairs and change, baby? I made a reservation for the two of us tonight."

"Really?" She smiled with a small frown. "Where would that be?"

Satoru shrugged and guided you inside, where the two kids were sneakily hiding a KitKat bar. Fully forgetting the glass of water for him. 

"You mentioned you liked the food in Hei Fung Terrace last week..." He nuzzled your hair, pressing kisses to your temples as he inhaled your signature scent. "I already told Mother to watch over the kids until tomorrow morning. You don't have to worry about them."

"But Keigo and Seira—"

"My wife deserves some pampering, too. Our babies will be fine with my mother, and we have hired nannies you personally hired, don't we?" He assured you as he kissed the back of your hands. "I booked us a room in The Peninsula, but if you want, we can always come home after our dinner."

You pouted at him, but soon relented when your mother-in-law came knocking on the door.

"Papa, where are you going with Mama?" Kouki tugged at his sleeves.

"Your Mama and I are going on a date night, son. Mama needs some relaxin' because she's tired from giving birth to Keigo and Seira and staying up late." He explained to his little boy, who looked thoughtful and soon nodded. "I'll take you and Saika to the aquarium tomorrow, how does that sound?" He ruffled Kouki's hair.

"I wanna go to the strawberry farm, Papa..." Kouki pouted. The exact pout he got from you and Satoru couldn't hold back the chuckle.

"Okay, we'll go to the strawberry farm as well."

Satoru carried the heavy boy and went to the mat where Saika is playing with her dolls and the babies are quietly sleeping. Keigo and Seira looked like two apples, red and cute without trying hard... He can't help but chuckle at how thick their hairs are now after all the wishes of Kouki and Saika to have siblings with your hair. But once again, it seems that all the babies you have are the hair. Their faces are simply Gojo genes showing off. Not to add the peculiar eye colors they have...

Seira has a sky-blue eye color on the outer part of her iris, but then it is mixed with your eye color closer to the pupil. Keigo has the opposite, your eye color on the outer edge of his iris, and his sky blue eyes closer to his pupils. He could remember the panic you all had the second they could open their eyes. Thankfully, the doctor ruled out any complications and diagnosed it as a rare condition called central heterochromia.

His children's eyes were breathtaking... If others praise his bright sky blue eyes, then his childrens' are more beyond compare. From Kouki, Saika, Seira, and Keigo. They were all precious and beautiful. Each is a masterpiece, a perfect example that with you, everything is better... Everything is beautiful if it has you and him.

"Let's just go tomorrow... Tonight, I just want to huddle together." You softly whispered, staring at the four little kids all huddled together on your laps...

Satoru knew no persuading could change your mind from moving in this place, not that he would like to, make you do anything against your wishes.

"Alright, tomorrow then, you pamper yourself because I'm coming to get you for a night out just the two of us." He settled in, pressing a gentle but long kiss to your temple, inhaling a deep breath, and pushing you closer to his chest.

"I know it's pretty late, but... Happy Valentine's, love... I hope you know, I can never love anyone anymore as much as I do you." His whisper grazed your ear, sending a soft shiver through you.

Two fingers tilted your chin, slow and sure, drawing your gaze to his.

He paused—just close enough for his breath to warm your lips—before closing the distance in a gentle, lingering kiss.

—GreyCaelum A/N: i hope you all are doing well, uni has fully hijacked my life but here it is a small treat that i hope you enjoy! i miss you all so much and missed writing for our small corner

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME All rights and credits of the Jujutsu Kaisen character(s) mentioned images(s) and songs(s) used, belongs to their respective owner(s)

General/Kaleidoscope Series Taglist: @ice-icebaby @aeanya @gummy-dummy @tender-rosiey @lexiene @nevermoresworld @loml-riri @pelicanpizza @emichou-chan, @sleepyafcapricorn

Check out the Masterlist for more

[greycaelum]

i've been gone for quite a while, that i haven't checked my inbox at all so i truly truly apologize for taking so long to reply to everyone, especially to the brothers and sisters from Gaza, i can only hope that i'm not too late, the following posts/asks i will be responding to first are those.

unfortunately, i am also just a student in a scholarship who has to pay for my education/daily needs, so i really apologize for not being able to share much of the financial aspect, but hopefully by sharing your stories, we can reach more people and more help

✒️☕, Grey,

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Kaleidoscope Series Clouds and Mochi Chapters: || Little Stars ||

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Genre: fluff, married life, parenthood, slice of life

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (5.8k)—/pregnancy, childbirth, family time, profanity (slight), —/

𑁍 Synopsis: The small specs of white on the two babies' hair mingled together with the pure white of their older siblings.~

Whoever said pregnancy and childbirth get easier over time should try having a bloating stomach with a child or preferably children trying to disco inside your womb. In contrast, you have no choice but to wait for the pain to go away as the intervals of the contracting pain approach zero.

"I'm... I'm done, we're not having any more babies, Satoru, I swear!" You hissed at the searing pain that sliced down your navel like a knife.

Satoru tried to be serious as he rubbed your back, but couldn't stop the grin from spilling out of his lips.

"Okay, I'd better up my pull-out game the—oww! Baby? That hurts!" He blows on his finger that you bit. "I was just kidding, don't be mad." Satoru rubbed his bitten finger and stroked your head, hoping to appease the wrath in your eyes.

You glared at him as you slowly stood up to walk around the room. The white walls are suffocating despite the open window. It's now 10 in the evening, four hours since your labor started.

It's the same when you had Kouki, that little one who was a tough munchkin during the labor... Saika was a lot easier when it was time to give birth, except for the scare everyone had at her premature labor. Now there's these little ones, hopefully, they come out healthy. Your doctor gave you a run-through of what could happen, one is caesarian to get both the babies out and the other is normal delivery, the doctor said there's a very high possibility of giving birth to both of them despite the babies being weeks apart and there's low risk of any complications despite the peculiar condition of your pregnancy.

Satoru's been buzzing like a bee to have several of the best doctors that money could afford to ensure you and the babies are perfectly fine.

Satoru didn't speak anymore as he held you from your back, acting like the back of the chair for you to lean on, as he gently kept his hand under your belly. He held you like that, supporting you in each contraction ripping through your stomach like lightning, sometimes writing down your hips or through your bum. His thumb gently stroked your navel, trying his very best to give you any kind of comfort through the pain...

"We're getting you an epidural... Are you sure you don't want to have a cesarean, Love?" Satoru wiped your sweat as he sat down with you between his parted thighs after an excruciating wave of contractions. He wants you to have the very same smooth delivery you had with Saika... To hell with the elders fervently suggesting you have a natural birth delivery. They should shove a pole in their asses and give birth to a basketball for all he cares.

You covered your mouth and heaved. For some reason, the white walls seem to be waving to you.

"I think I'm gonna vomit... But I think I can do this in a normal delivery."

Satoru reached for the paper bag and gave it to you. Rubbing your back to soothe your groans and all. Well, he does agree with you, this will be the last... Four brats running around the house is more than enough. As he stares at your pale face, enduring the pain of giving birth to his babies, he is so proud of you and at the same time so worried you might lose your breath with every contraction. He could feel it in his throat that in every grunt you do, he also holds his breath.

The nurse came in to take your dilation, and Satoru insisted on talking to both your OB and anesthesiologist about what pain relief medication you should get to ease the delivery, since you are giving birth to two babies.

As your labor progresses, so does the intensity of pain, and so does the need to crush Satoru's hand seems like a guilty comfort.

You feel it rise before it even hits—an ache low in your back, coiling tighter with every breath. Then it clamps down. Your abdomen tightens like it's being wrung out from the inside, slow and merciless. The pressure moves lower, spreading through your hips, and it's as if your pelvis is being pulled apart by unseen hands. A grinding, splitting force pushes outward, deep and primal. Your spine feels like it's locking up. You try to shift, to breathe through it, but the pain doesn't allow room for thought. It drags on, twisting, squeezing, stretching your bones from within, and all you can do is hold on until it passes—until the next one comes.

"This is the last... Swear on it, Satoru." You gritted your teeth. "Swear on it or I'm not giving birth!" You know that's a lie, but still! Childbirth will never be easy, especially with this one where you have to push out TWO. You already feel like you'll lose your breath over the first one, what more of the second?

You could see him biting his lips as he wipes your sweat and tears with the towel.

"Then should I book a vasectomy?" He looks apologetic as he dabs the towel over your forehead and neck.

The glare wasn't a nice one, so he animatedly zipped his mouth and held his hand up for surrender. "I was joking, c'mere." Satoru opened his arms and gently rocked you... kissing your temples over and over, whispering sweet nothings to cheer you up, kissing your neck, your ear, your cheeks... "Y'know, I won't mind a vasectomy, I'd gladly do it for you." Inhaling your scent whilst he rubs your back.

"I had our room extra soundproofed so you won't be woken up while you're sleeping. Also, I asked someone from the clan to stay with us for a month until you're feeling better... don't worry about waking up at night to feed the babies..." His fingers trace your nose, brushing off the stray hairs fanning your face.

"Mnnn..." You buried your face in his chest... "I think I'm gonna need that epidural now." 

Satoru knew the drill. He knew better than to watch a huge ass thick needle be inserted in your spine. He just held your hand during the process, rubbing your knuckles, kissing the back of your hand while you both waited for you to be fully dilated. "I'm here, Love. I promise this will be the last. I really promise." He prayed as you waited the labor out.

Now you're stuck in the bed of the delivery room with a needle inserted near your spine, relieving you from pain. Kouki and Saika have called a few times, checking in on you and increasingly getting excited to meet their siblings. They're staying with your in-laws' place for the time being.

"Kouki told me he wants to go to high school in Kyoto... a normal school. He's just eight, but he mentioned it to me some time ago..." You started and chuckled a bit. "He's just a third grader..."

Satoru looked at you, he took your hands, intertwining your hands together. He smiled as his other hand carefully caressed your bump.

"Well, if he still thinks the same thing by the time he graduates from junior high school, then I don't see why not..." Satoru hums. "He doesn't seem like that interested in being a sorcerer apart from our training sessions.

It seems so... Your son never seems to have an interest in carrying out the tradition of succeeding his father. It's Saika who's quite enthusiastic about jujutsu and training with Satoru and Kouki has become a thing since she was two years old, also she's adamant about spending with her Auntie Shoko around, and your daughter never fails to make a point that she wants to learn jujutsu.

"I hope these two won't have a hard time and may they choose what they want to be in life..."

The hours pass by quite fast with the nurse checking up on you constantly, Satoru helping you to walk around to ease up the pain. Meanwhile, offering his hand for you to crush whenever a sharp contraction spikes...

"Does it still hurt so bad?" Satoru gently caresses your tummy. He hopes the epidural is doing its job. 

Over your two pregnancies, you notice how sensitive he becomes in the hospital room before the birth. A part of him known to the outside world is shredded off to hold you up and soothe labor pains. 

"It's bearable..." You sighed, closing your eyes as you felt his lips graze the tip of your nose, pressing tiny ticklish kisses until you squirmed. "You named Saika and Kouki, so this time I'm gonna name our babies..." You huffed.

A grin broke on his lips. Well, that is true and fair. Kouki and Saika were named by him. He's not a fan of planning. So it's no surprise he named his kids spontaneously. Something that just popped into his head the second he saw the baby in your arms. And oh boy, he got a nice naming sense after all.

"Uh-huh? Tell me about it, Hun." He hums and gazes at you with all of his attention.

"Something about the stars..."

Satoru's brow raised.

"Stars?"

"You named the two something related to the skies... I want to keep it that way."

Satoru looked at you in disbelief as he broke out in a sweet chuckle and kissed your forehead.

"You... what am I gonna do to you, baby?" He buried his face to your neck, holding your hand in his. "Why do you have to know the smallest of things in me?" His bright ocean eyes looked at you as he brought the back of your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles one by one. 

"I thought you were gonna name them something related to the sun, we called them our sunshines..."

He watches you chuckle.

And you can't help but look back into his eyes staring at you and you alone. Every time he stares back at you with those ocean eyes you can't help but think of the rare times he takes off the damned blindfold but at home, it's always off and it's you and the kids that are reflected on those ocean eyes. Those seas of stars reflected in his eyes what seemed like held your universe and void.

"The sun is a star..."

He chuckled. Always witty.

"I see." That was all he said and kissed your forehead.

As your dilation progressed, Satoru remained beside you, holding your hand, kissing your knuckles over and over while he talked. And by the time you were ready to give birth, he was sure you'd already rearranged his phalanges.

It's the third time you've gone through this, and he'd like to believe he has learned the art of how to support you while giving birth. But then there's his heart pounding like crazy hearing you grunt between your deep breaths as you push out. Is there any difference between giving birth to one normal baby and two babies in one birthing? He believes there's hell yes because that means twice the pushing and probably twice the rip. And he doesn't want his wife to bear that kind of rip.

"Deep breaths, Mrs. Gojo, okay, one, two, three. Push."

You let out a long push... one hand holding Satoru's. Your heart hammers—not just from the pain, but from something deeper, older. Every nerve is lit. You're shaking, but not from weakness; it's adrenaline, raw and rushing, filling every limb. The room narrows—voices blur, faces fade—and all that's left is the rhythm of your breath and the force building inside you. You're not thinking anymore. At once, you feel fragile, like glass held too tight, and unstoppable, like a storm breaking free. There's fear there, yes—but it's tangled with awe. You're standing at the edge of something vast and irreversible, and somehow, in all the chaos, a strange, fierce joy flickers inside you. At this point, nothing matters anymore but getting your babies out."

"One more, we can see the baby's head crowning."

You see Satoru about to look down, but one of the nurses told him not to.

"It's better not to, Sir, many fathers fainted doing that."

If you weren't giving birth, you would've laughed at how his spine immediately straightened out and swallowed a huge lump down his throat. He looked at you, and you knew that in his already fair and white face, he got even paler.

"Mrs. Gojo, deep breath and give me one big push, one, two, three, push."

"Push, baby, I got you." Satoru held you.

Your body tightens again, a deep, raw force rising through you like a tidal wave. You cry out—more from instinct than choice—and then you feel it: the burn, the stretch, the unbearable fullness. You brace, fingers clawing at the sheets, breath catching in your throat. The pressure is so intense it's blinding. You don't think—you can't think. Only feel. Only push. The world narrows to that one unbearable place, the edge where pain meets something holy.

Then, the shift. They give. The first baby begins to slip through.

Tears stream down your cheeks. You're shaking. Exhausted. But you whisper it anyway, barely a breath:

"Come on, baby. I've got you. Just come out."

One long push and a piercing cry echoed in the delivery room.

"One baby out! Take a long breath, Mrs Gojo."

You took several labored breaths, regulating your breathing... Listening to the loud crying, you see Satoru sigh in relief.

"She's healthy, Love, she's l-loud." Satoru laughed, his breathing stuttered.

But in the corner of his eye, you saw a glinting gloss gathered under his lash.

"Are you crying?" You can't help but laugh between bouts of inhales.

"Yes." He looked at you biting your lower lip as he watched the little princess cry.

The other nurses giggled with you. Your doctor softly set the baby down on your chest.

"W-Well, hello there, sweet one..." You coo as the little one immediately snuggles for your warmth.

Satoru leaned down to kiss your temple, gazing at the little one on your chest.

"How about our other baby?" Satoru looked up to the doctor.

The doctor waited for an hour, but it seems like you're not giving birth to the other baby yet. After several checkups and discussions with your final say, you decided to wait for the baby to little boy to come out in his own time. A delayed interval delivery to let the younger one develop as he is 2 weeks behind from his older sibling, with the doctors assuring you that it will not take long and they will monitor you very closely.

Your babygirl, born healthy at 6.8 pounds in the late 5pm sunset of October 22.

"Are you very, very sure that you don't want caesarian, Honey? We're lucky you didn't get any rip pushing this little one here... But... I'm sure you must be feeling not so good down there, how much more if you're pushing another baby out?" "I think, I would feel more better and feel safe if I do a normal delivery... I really think I can do this." You assured him.

The doctors closely monitored you and your baby boy. 

It's been three hours, you are now eating small meals in between to stave off the hunger. There's the spikes of pain but you can feel that it's not yet time... You held your daughter who is eagerly suckling milk, her hair is just like yours... You can't help but chuckle as you envisioned Kouki and Saika's excitement in knowing that their baby sibling has your hair after all their prayers of wanting a baby sibling looking like you...

"She has my nose." Satoru leaned in close, hovering over you both. He's been without an glasses or blindfold for hours now that you're worrying if he might be overstimulated at this point.

"It's mine, what are you saying?"

Satoru shrugged and just leaned closer, letting you lean on him and supporting your arms holding your babygirl. After 12 hours from his sister's birth your baby boy finally decided to come out as well. 

You grip the edge of the hospital bed, knuckles white, breath shallow and rapid. The room is dim—the sunrise of 5 am slowly creeping in the private delivery room, yet time has twisted into something shapeless. You feel it before you hear anything—a slow, creeping cramp deep in your core, a familiar wave returning, this time sharper. Meaner.

The OBGYN shifts beside you. Her smile is practiced, but her eyes flicker with something else: she knows what's coming. "please give a long push Mrs. Gojo," she says gently, but you already know.

Satoru held your hand, this time he could only whisper you prayers and 'just one more', knowing you're just desperate to finish this.

Your body aches in a way language fails to hold. Not the clean crescendo of the first labor—this is jagged, like something old and rusted being pried open again. You've already crossed the finish line once. And now, impossibly, you're being dragged back to the starting gate.

Your thighs tremble. Muscles protest like they're tearing down your resolve from the inside. The first grunt rips out. But there's no pause button. No bargain to be made. Only breath and bone and fire.

The pressure builds, like the world narrowing to the circumference of your hips. There's shouting—maybe yours, maybe theirs. A cold sweat clings to your skin, and your tears taste like metal. The space between contractions is a blur of heat and helplessness. You close your eyes and see nothing but red. "Just one more time, Mrs. Gojo, the head is out..." The OB coached you calmly.

And you push. Because this is not a choice. It's a surrender. A storm tearing through the same broken shoreline for the second time in one day. "I got you baby, I got you... One more Love." Satoru 

And then, through the pain, a cry.

A second cry. A new voice. Fragile, furious, alive.

You collapse back, spent. Shaking. Silent. But this time, there are two small hearts beating beside yours. The piercing cries of your son echoed in the room as they slowly put him on top of you. His warm skin is so comforting, grounding you to the fact that your babies are finally here.

Your breath catches the moment they place the tiny, warm body against your chest. The world around you softens and fades, shrinking until all that exists is the gentle rise and fall beneath your trembling fingers. You trace the delicate curve of a cheek, amazed that something so small can hold so much weight. Your eyes sting, the edges of tears shimmering in the dim light. A shaky breath slips out, barely a whisper, as a fierce wave crashes through you—love, awe, and a deep ache you never knew possible—all tangled in this one fragile heartbeat pressed against your own.

This will be the last time... You stared at your two babies sleeping in the small bed beside you... Four kids with 4 years apart... It is more than enough.

Satoru noticed your stare and came closer... He's holding several paper bags of your favorite food and a large canteen.

"I brought you food, Love?" Satoru pulled out the bedside table and started to open the food he brought for you. A wide array of onigiri with varied fillings, tuna, spam, and the like. There are also side dishes of gently simmered carrots, daikon, and kabocha in light soy/dashi broth, lightly salted and grilled salmon, tamagoyaki, there's even niku jaga (meat and potatoes stew).

"Where did you get all of these, Honey?" It's just too many that it's hard to choose where to start.

"I had my mother prepare it. I know you'll be hungry after all of it." He opened the canteen and poured a warm roasted barley tea for you.

Satoru sat beside you and stared at your face... It was still puffy, which gave him the urge to pinch it for himself.

"Wha-"

He chuckled and leaned forward, pressing a gentle forehead kiss to your temples.

"Eat, baby..."

He made sure to refill your bowl when your soup was dwindling, adding an extra spoonful of rice and plenty of meat. He made sure to keep the water at the exact temperature you want it while watching you go through the several food boxes.

"Is it good?" He asks as you eagerly chew on the warm food, wiping the corner of your lips.

"Yeah..." You mumbled between mouthfuls, making him chuckle and add more food, knowing you deserved it so much and you were beyond exhausted.

"After this, let's stay in our villa." Satoru thought of this since yesterday. It would be more convenient for you if you all stayed in the villa he built behind the Main Hall of the Gojo Estate. There you won't have to stress yourself about any preparing food or taking care of the baby, there are several nannies and his mother who will help you to focus on resting and bonding with your baby.

"My mother called, she said she'll come over with my father."

You've never tried doing any satogaeri. The Gojo Clan (Satoru) has always been the one mostly arranging things when you get pregnant and the first month of caring. Satoru always made sure you could heal from the operation before letting you truly take care of your baby.

"They can stay with us in the villa, there are a lot of rooms there." He chuckled, seeing your excited smile, knowing your parents will come and you'll be more comfortable.

You just nodded, knowing he would take care of it. After the meal, he fixed your bed and checked up on your babies. The two babies never left your private room and have been very good to you, they are sleeping soundly after nursing. 

Satoru peered over the two sunshines, placing a finger under their noses to check if they were breathing. Even after two kids, he still cannot get off the habit of watching their chest rise up and down to make sure they are breathing just fine. His forefinger hovered over their noses to check if they were taking in oxygen just fine.

You stared at him, deeply entranced by the sleeping babies. He was quiet, but at the same time, you could almost hear the racing of his heart as he kept checking them. Two children have taught you that your husband, independent and wild as he is, is too attached and sentimental about the smallest of things. And even now with four kids, it hasn't waned. In a country where having babies is treated as such a rare thing, moreover, having not just one but four, you cannot blame him or your family for being so spoiling to the children.

And deep down, there's an inkling thought that maybe Satoru wants so many children because... he was used to being alone. Before you came into his life, and in honesty, maybe after your marriage, there is still a part of him that has that loneliness on his back. And again, deep down, you know that a part of him is scared, scared that with the uncertainty of life, if ever anything happens to him or you, he's the most scared of what could happen to your kids. Maybe that's why he's always reminded Kouki and Saika to stick up for each other...

"Baby, when are you going to tell me about their names?" He looked back at you with a smile as he rubbed the cheeks of the two sunshines...

Kouki, sky, and hope.

Saika, fortune, and moon...

Satoru chose those names so poetically perfect.

"We have the sky, a moon, and the one missing is the sun... but even the sun is a star..."

You looked at the little one, your daughter is the first to come.

"For this little one, 星 a star filled with light even in the dark, 愛 and love, a little star, that will bring love even during the dark. Seira, 星愛..." She was born close to dusk

"Seira... Seira..." Satoru nodded and smiled... "We now have our little star." He chuckled, kissing the little girl's head. "You hear that, Seira? You're our little star, loved by us."

You smiled and looked at your little son. The little boy who surely got your hair but made sure to announce those white specks of hair littering his tips. He was sound asleep, calm and snug.

"This one..." smile "A little star so calm and gentle... serene. 奎, stars littered like a constellation, may you always shine brightly,  冴, and bring that same serenity with you always. Keigo, 奎冴."

"Gojo Seira and Gojo Keigo..." Satoru smiled. You got the sky, moon, and now the stars. He chuckled and went to your side to pepper your temples with kisses. "I love them... you picked great, Love."

The doctor was ready to discharge by day three, but they insisted the babies stay at least three days or a week max in the NICU, which... well, didn't sit well with your husband. He can be truly overprotective, which includes leaving the babies in the hospital. It's simple to say you stayed for three days to take the babies back, which made everyone, especially the two kids back at home, desperately miss you both.

"Mama c-come home a-already..." Saika was sobbing, clutching her little unicorn as she talked to you through the phone. She looks so pitiful with her red nose and damp eyes.

"Mama, Mama, are you okay? Come home now, please." Kouki was pushing his face to the phone, but despite your firstborn's calm, collected voice, you could see the hue of pink on his nose and the tips of his ear, which always comes out after he cried.

"Oh, babies, we are, wipe those tears." You tried your best to coo Saika, but her eyes are not drying up soon. You can't blame her for a four-year-old who has always been at home with you.

"And we are coming home this afternoon." You promised, hoping to soothe them both, the longest they've been away from you is three days maxed, and that is the weekends with their grandparents.

"How about me? You don't miss me?" Satoru popped up. "C'mon, munchkin,s give Papa some lovin'?"

"B-But Papa, you came home this afternoon?" Saika interjected... the two kids are now talking better without hiccups and tears. "Mama, Papa brought us doughnuts," Kouki added.

"Wait! We agreed, no telling!" Satoru just ended up laughing as his kids threw him under the bus. These two kids. They looked so much like him but they suck up to you more than to anyone. He can only sigh. He loves you the most, so it doesn't come as a surprise that his children will love you the most too, because they too are a part of him.

"Okay, Papa and I will be home in a few hours with your baby sister and brother."

You barely registered the ride home—Satoru had taken over, a calm presence in the whirlwind. Your only focus now was the weight in your arms: two tiny bundles nestled against your chest, warm and breathing in sync like a lullaby. Their cheeks were plumper, skin flushed a healthy pink, milk-drunk and dreaming.

The car eased to a stop. Gravel crunched under tires. As the villa came into view, the front door burst open.

"MAMA!"

Two voices—high and shrill with excitement—pierced the air as little feet thundered down the steps. Saika and Kouki flung themselves at your legs, clutching you with all the force their small arms could muster, their heads tilting back to search your face, eyes bright enough to rival any starlit sky.

"We're home," you laughed, breathless, your heart full.

Kouki spotted the bundled infants and gasped, already tugging at Satoru's sleeve. "Mama, is that them?! Is that our baby sister and brother?"

"Papaaa, lemme see! Please, please, pleaaaase!" Saika had latched onto Satoru's leg like a koala, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Satoru squatted with a patient sigh, ruffling Kouki's hair with one hand, then Saika's with the other. "Let's get inside first, okay? Your Mama's gotta sit down."

He ushered the little ones gently, his arms stretched like wings, herding them forward. A mother hen in a blindfold and designer clothes—clucking under his breath about the heat, doors left wide open, and where the hell the hand sanitizer went.

"Okay, okay, c'mere you two, let me see you properly. Our video calls were blurred." The two children immediately climbed up to the couch and snuggled up to you. Saika immediately rubbed her face to your side while Kouki just inhaled your scent for a long time.

Satoru smiled and gently sat down beside... He can see Seira and Keigo's lashes flutter open, their mittened hands fussing around.

"Papa, Mama..." Kouki finally peeked up to see the two bundles, and his eyes immediately widened.

"Mama!" Saika gasped. "Yes! I knew it! They're so pretty! They got your hair, Mama!" Saika vibrated in glee as she gently touched Seira's chubby cheeks with her finger. "Hello... marshmallow..."

Satoru chuckled at the nickname. Typical Cat...

"Mama, what's their names?" Kouki looked up to you and back to Keigo, gently playing with his small, mittened hand... "You smell so milky..." He looked entranced by his new brother.

"Your sister is the first one to come... this little sunshine is Seira..." 

"Seira..." The two chorused... "She's so cute, she has your hair, Mama... with small pecks of white like stars."

"She's so prettyyyy~" Kouki leaned closer, pressing his nose to Seira's hair, inhaling it and looking up to you with a wide grin.

Saika softly kissed Keigo's cheek and giggled.

"Mama, look! He smiled!"

"He did? He's your youngest brother. His name is Keigo."

"Keigo..." They pronounced after you.

"He's so adorable!" Saika piped up, kissing his cheek again, holding herself from smooching her little brother too much.

It was needless to say that the two children were all over their baby siblings. They lay with them, watch over them, and help around when it's milk time. It's only been one day since you brought them home, and it feels like a long time when you see the four of them all huddled up on the mattress placed on the living room floor.

You watch over them from the comfortable rocking chair while Satoru comes from the kitchen holding a bowl of hot chicken soup for you and a tall glass of orange juice. He was quiet, but you could see the smile playing on his lips as he saw your four children snuggled up with a small blanket on their stomachs, keeping them warm. Saika and Kouki were careful not to snuggle up too much on their baby siblings, afraid that they would roll over them

"Look at them, they look like a small litter of kittens." Satoru chuckled and sat beside you, kissing you before starting to blow on the spoon of hot soup to feed you. He gently wiped the corner of your lips and put the bowl down and stared at your four little munchkins together with you.

The small specs of white on the two babies' hair mingled together with the pure white of their older siblings. Earlier, you could feel how Saika is just holding off the cute aggression for her younger brother and sister by hugging her Kiku-nii instead.

"... This is more than I've ever wished for since we got married, 'Toru." The smile on your lips cannot be erased. After almost a decade of marriage, the struggles and joys, and four children... sitting here on your home's engawa with your husband, time has proven your resilience and love for each other.

"I can't say the same." Satoru looked at you with the same dazzling ocean eyes from 10 years ago, softer and more loving as time passed. "Every day with you and our children has always made me keep wishing for one more day longer..."

In this uncertain life, where there's no telling when or where it begins or ends. One more day makes a difference.

Satoru’s hands found your cheeks, calloused thumbs tracing the soft curve beneath your eyes. His breath was close, warm, carrying the faint scent of the familiar kikufuku cream and the evening air. You didn't need words — not anymore.

He leaned in slowly, as if the years had taught him there was no need to rush something sacred. His lips met yours with the same tenderness he used to cradle your newborns — reverent, deliberate. The world around you blurred. Only the press of his mouth against yours remained — not hungry, not hurried, but full of the quiet ache of love that had lasted seasons, storms, and time.

He kissed you like a man who had known your youth, held your hand through exhaustion, and memorized every line time had written on your face — and loved them all.

The kiss deepened only slightly, not in urgency but in meaning — a silent promise folded into the space between heartbeats: I am always yours... always...

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded, lips parted just barely — as if even that short distance between you felt like too much.

“I love you, my wife… I love you.” His voice barely rose above a breath, but it carried the weight of years — like a devotion spoken at the altar of everything you’d built together.

Before you could answer, Satoru leaned in again, his lips finding yours with deeper intent. This kiss was slower, surer — not the soft brush from before, but something fuller, drawn from the quiet well of longing he still carried for you.

His hand slipped to the nape of your neck, holding you as though anchoring himself in the moment. His mouth moved over yours — patient, reverent — like he was relearning you, even though he never forgot. He never did, and never could.

The wind chime on the engawa clinkled as the gentle breeze blew in, reminding you that this is home...

—GreyCaelum

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Kaleidoscope Series Clouds and Mochi Chapters: || Little Stars ||

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Genre: fluff, married life, parenthood, slice of life

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (5.8k)—/pregnancy, childbirth, family time, profanity (slight), —/

𑁍 Synopsis: The small specs of white on the two babies' hair mingled together with the pure white of their older siblings.~

Whoever said pregnancy and childbirth get easier over time should try having a bloating stomach with a child or preferably children trying to disco inside your womb. In contrast, you have no choice but to wait for the pain to go away as the intervals of the contracting pain approach zero.

"I'm... I'm done, we're not having any more babies, Satoru, I swear!" You hissed at the searing pain that sliced down your navel like a knife.

Satoru tried to be serious as he rubbed your back, but couldn't stop the grin from spilling out of his lips.

"Okay, I'd better up my pull-out game the—oww! Baby? That hurts!" He blows on his finger that you bit. "I was just kidding, don't be mad." Satoru rubbed his bitten finger and stroked your head, hoping to appease the wrath in your eyes.

You glared at him as you slowly stood up to walk around the room. The white walls are suffocating despite the open window. It's now 10 in the evening, four hours since your labor started.

It's the same when you had Kouki, that little one who was a tough munchkin during the labor... Saika was a lot easier when it was time to give birth, except for the scare everyone had at her premature labor. Now there's these little ones, hopefully, they come out healthy. Your doctor gave you a run-through of what could happen, one is caesarian to get both the babies out and the other is normal delivery, the doctor said there's a very high possibility of giving birth to both of them despite the babies being weeks apart and there's low risk of any complications despite the peculiar condition of your pregnancy.

Satoru's been buzzing like a bee to have several of the best doctors that money could afford to ensure you and the babies are perfectly fine.

Satoru didn't speak anymore as he held you from your back, acting like the back of the chair for you to lean on, as he gently kept his hand under your belly. He held you like that, supporting you in each contraction ripping through your stomach like lightning, sometimes writing down your hips or through your bum. His thumb gently stroked your navel, trying his very best to give you any kind of comfort through the pain...

"We're getting you an epidural... Are you sure you don't want to have a cesarean, Love?" Satoru wiped your sweat as he sat down with you between his parted thighs after an excruciating wave of contractions. He wants you to have the very same smooth delivery you had with Saika... To hell with the elders fervently suggesting you have a natural birth delivery. They should shove a pole in their asses and give birth to a basketball for all he cares.

You covered your mouth and heaved. For some reason, the white walls seem to be waving to you.

"I think I'm gonna vomit... But I think I can do this in a normal delivery."

Satoru reached for the paper bag and gave it to you. Rubbing your back to soothe your groans and all. Well, he does agree with you, this will be the last... Four brats running around the house is more than enough. As he stares at your pale face, enduring the pain of giving birth to his babies, he is so proud of you and at the same time so worried you might lose your breath with every contraction. He could feel it in his throat that in every grunt you do, he also holds his breath.

The nurse came in to take your dilation, and Satoru insisted on talking to both your OB and anesthesiologist about what pain relief medication you should get to ease the delivery, since you are giving birth to two babies.

As your labor progresses, so does the intensity of pain, and so does the need to crush Satoru's hand seems like a guilty comfort.

You feel it rise before it even hits—an ache low in your back, coiling tighter with every breath. Then it clamps down. Your abdomen tightens like it's being wrung out from the inside, slow and merciless. The pressure moves lower, spreading through your hips, and it's as if your pelvis is being pulled apart by unseen hands. A grinding, splitting force pushes outward, deep and primal. Your spine feels like it's locking up. You try to shift, to breathe through it, but the pain doesn't allow room for thought. It drags on, twisting, squeezing, stretching your bones from within, and all you can do is hold on until it passes—until the next one comes.

"This is the last... Swear on it, Satoru." You gritted your teeth. "Swear on it or I'm not giving birth!" You know that's a lie, but still! Childbirth will never be easy, especially with this one where you have to push out TWO. You already feel like you'll lose your breath over the first one, what more of the second?

You could see him biting his lips as he wipes your sweat and tears with the towel.

"Then should I book a vasectomy?" He looks apologetic as he dabs the towel over your forehead and neck.

The glare wasn't a nice one, so he animatedly zipped his mouth and held his hand up for surrender. "I was joking, c'mere." Satoru opened his arms and gently rocked you... kissing your temples over and over, whispering sweet nothings to cheer you up, kissing your neck, your ear, your cheeks... "Y'know, I won't mind a vasectomy, I'd gladly do it for you." Inhaling your scent whilst he rubs your back.

"I had our room extra soundproofed so you won't be woken up while you're sleeping. Also, I asked someone from the clan to stay with us for a month until you're feeling better... don't worry about waking up at night to feed the babies..." His fingers trace your nose, brushing off the stray hairs fanning your face.

"Mnnn..." You buried your face in his chest... "I think I'm gonna need that epidural now." 

Satoru knew the drill. He knew better than to watch a huge ass thick needle be inserted in your spine. He just held your hand during the process, rubbing your knuckles, kissing the back of your hand while you both waited for you to be fully dilated. "I'm here, Love. I promise this will be the last. I really promise." He prayed as you waited the labor out.

Now you're stuck in the bed of the delivery room with a needle inserted near your spine, relieving you from pain. Kouki and Saika have called a few times, checking in on you and increasingly getting excited to meet their siblings. They're staying with your in-laws' place for the time being.

"Kouki told me he wants to go to high school in Kyoto... a normal school. He's just eight, but he mentioned it to me some time ago..." You started and chuckled a bit. "He's just a third grader..."

Satoru looked at you, he took your hands, intertwining your hands together. He smiled as his other hand carefully caressed your bump.

"Well, if he still thinks the same thing by the time he graduates from junior high school, then I don't see why not..." Satoru hums. "He doesn't seem like that interested in being a sorcerer apart from our training sessions.

It seems so... Your son never seems to have an interest in carrying out the tradition of succeeding his father. It's Saika who's quite enthusiastic about jujutsu and training with Satoru and Kouki has become a thing since she was two years old, also she's adamant about spending with her Auntie Shoko around, and your daughter never fails to make a point that she wants to learn jujutsu.

"I hope these two won't have a hard time and may they choose what they want to be in life..."

The hours pass by quite fast with the nurse checking up on you constantly, Satoru helping you to walk around to ease up the pain. Meanwhile, offering his hand for you to crush whenever a sharp contraction spikes...

"Does it still hurt so bad?" Satoru gently caresses your tummy. He hopes the epidural is doing its job. 

Over your two pregnancies, you notice how sensitive he becomes in the hospital room before the birth. A part of him known to the outside world is shredded off to hold you up and soothe labor pains. 

"It's bearable..." You sighed, closing your eyes as you felt his lips graze the tip of your nose, pressing tiny ticklish kisses until you squirmed. "You named Saika and Kouki, so this time I'm gonna name our babies..." You huffed.

A grin broke on his lips. Well, that is true and fair. Kouki and Saika were named by him. He's not a fan of planning. So it's no surprise he named his kids spontaneously. Something that just popped into his head the second he saw the baby in your arms. And oh boy, he got a nice naming sense after all.

"Uh-huh? Tell me about it, Hun." He hums and gazes at you with all of his attention.

"Something about the stars..."

Satoru's brow raised.

"Stars?"

"You named the two something related to the skies... I want to keep it that way."

Satoru looked at you in disbelief as he broke out in a sweet chuckle and kissed your forehead.

"You... what am I gonna do to you, baby?" He buried his face to your neck, holding your hand in his. "Why do you have to know the smallest of things in me?" His bright ocean eyes looked at you as he brought the back of your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles one by one. 

"I thought you were gonna name them something related to the sun, we called them our sunshines..."

He watches you chuckle.

And you can't help but look back into his eyes staring at you and you alone. Every time he stares back at you with those ocean eyes you can't help but think of the rare times he takes off the damned blindfold but at home, it's always off and it's you and the kids that are reflected on those ocean eyes. Those seas of stars reflected in his eyes what seemed like held your universe and void.

"The sun is a star..."

He chuckled. Always witty.

"I see." That was all he said and kissed your forehead.

As your dilation progressed, Satoru remained beside you, holding your hand, kissing your knuckles over and over while he talked. And by the time you were ready to give birth, he was sure you'd already rearranged his phalanges.

It's the third time you've gone through this, and he'd like to believe he has learned the art of how to support you while giving birth. But then there's his heart pounding like crazy hearing you grunt between your deep breaths as you push out. Is there any difference between giving birth to one normal baby and two babies in one birthing? He believes there's hell yes because that means twice the pushing and probably twice the rip. And he doesn't want his wife to bear that kind of rip.

"Deep breaths, Mrs. Gojo, okay, one, two, three. Push."

You let out a long push... one hand holding Satoru's. Your heart hammers—not just from the pain, but from something deeper, older. Every nerve is lit. You're shaking, but not from weakness; it's adrenaline, raw and rushing, filling every limb. The room narrows—voices blur, faces fade—and all that's left is the rhythm of your breath and the force building inside you. You're not thinking anymore. At once, you feel fragile, like glass held too tight, and unstoppable, like a storm breaking free. There's fear there, yes—but it's tangled with awe. You're standing at the edge of something vast and irreversible, and somehow, in all the chaos, a strange, fierce joy flickers inside you. At this point, nothing matters anymore but getting your babies out."

"One more, we can see the baby's head crowning."

You see Satoru about to look down, but one of the nurses told him not to.

"It's better not to, Sir, many fathers fainted doing that."

If you weren't giving birth, you would've laughed at how his spine immediately straightened out and swallowed a huge lump down his throat. He looked at you, and you knew that in his already fair and white face, he got even paler.

"Mrs. Gojo, deep breath and give me one big push, one, two, three, push."

"Push, baby, I got you." Satoru held you.

Your body tightens again, a deep, raw force rising through you like a tidal wave. You cry out—more from instinct than choice—and then you feel it: the burn, the stretch, the unbearable fullness. You brace, fingers clawing at the sheets, breath catching in your throat. The pressure is so intense it's blinding. You don't think—you can't think. Only feel. Only push. The world narrows to that one unbearable place, the edge where pain meets something holy.

Then, the shift. They give. The first baby begins to slip through.

Tears stream down your cheeks. You're shaking. Exhausted. But you whisper it anyway, barely a breath:

"Come on, baby. I've got you. Just come out."

One long push and a piercing cry echoed in the delivery room.

"One baby out! Take a long breath, Mrs Gojo."

You took several labored breaths, regulating your breathing... Listening to the loud crying, you see Satoru sigh in relief.

"She's healthy, Love, she's l-loud." Satoru laughed, his breathing stuttered.

But in the corner of his eye, you saw a glinting gloss gathered under his lash.

"Are you crying?" You can't help but laugh between bouts of inhales.

"Yes." He looked at you biting your lower lip as he watched the little princess cry.

The other nurses giggled with you. Your doctor softly set the baby down on your chest.

"W-Well, hello there, sweet one..." You coo as the little one immediately snuggles for your warmth.

Satoru leaned down to kiss your temple, gazing at the little one on your chest.

"How about our other baby?" Satoru looked up to the doctor.

The doctor waited for an hour, but it seems like you're not giving birth to the other baby yet. After several checkups and discussions with your final say, you decided to wait for the baby to little boy to come out in his own time. A delayed interval delivery to let the younger one develop as he is 2 weeks behind from his older sibling, with the doctors assuring you that it will not take long and they will monitor you very closely.

Your babygirl, born healthy at 6.8 pounds in the late 5pm sunset of October 22.

"Are you very, very sure that you don't want caesarian, Honey? We're lucky you didn't get any rip pushing this little one here... But... I'm sure you must be feeling not so good down there, how much more if you're pushing another baby out?" "I think, I would feel more better and feel safe if I do a normal delivery... I really think I can do this." You assured him.

The doctors closely monitored you and your baby boy. 

It's been three hours, you are now eating small meals in between to stave off the hunger. There's the spikes of pain but you can feel that it's not yet time... You held your daughter who is eagerly suckling milk, her hair is just like yours... You can't help but chuckle as you envisioned Kouki and Saika's excitement in knowing that their baby sibling has your hair after all their prayers of wanting a baby sibling looking like you...

"She has my nose." Satoru leaned in close, hovering over you both. He's been without an glasses or blindfold for hours now that you're worrying if he might be overstimulated at this point.

"It's mine, what are you saying?"

Satoru shrugged and just leaned closer, letting you lean on him and supporting your arms holding your babygirl. After 12 hours from his sister's birth your baby boy finally decided to come out as well. 

You grip the edge of the hospital bed, knuckles white, breath shallow and rapid. The room is dim—the sunrise of 5 am slowly creeping in the private delivery room, yet time has twisted into something shapeless. You feel it before you hear anything—a slow, creeping cramp deep in your core, a familiar wave returning, this time sharper. Meaner.

The OBGYN shifts beside you. Her smile is practiced, but her eyes flicker with something else: she knows what's coming. "please give a long push Mrs. Gojo," she says gently, but you already know.

Satoru held your hand, this time he could only whisper you prayers and 'just one more', knowing you're just desperate to finish this.

Your body aches in a way language fails to hold. Not the clean crescendo of the first labor—this is jagged, like something old and rusted being pried open again. You've already crossed the finish line once. And now, impossibly, you're being dragged back to the starting gate.

Your thighs tremble. Muscles protest like they're tearing down your resolve from the inside. The first grunt rips out. But there's no pause button. No bargain to be made. Only breath and bone and fire.

The pressure builds, like the world narrowing to the circumference of your hips. There's shouting—maybe yours, maybe theirs. A cold sweat clings to your skin, and your tears taste like metal. The space between contractions is a blur of heat and helplessness. You close your eyes and see nothing but red. "Just one more time, Mrs. Gojo, the head is out..." The OB coached you calmly.

And you push. Because this is not a choice. It's a surrender. A storm tearing through the same broken shoreline for the second time in one day. "I got you baby, I got you... One more Love." Satoru 

And then, through the pain, a cry.

A second cry. A new voice. Fragile, furious, alive.

You collapse back, spent. Shaking. Silent. But this time, there are two small hearts beating beside yours. The piercing cries of your son echoed in the room as they slowly put him on top of you. His warm skin is so comforting, grounding you to the fact that your babies are finally here.

Your breath catches the moment they place the tiny, warm body against your chest. The world around you softens and fades, shrinking until all that exists is the gentle rise and fall beneath your trembling fingers. You trace the delicate curve of a cheek, amazed that something so small can hold so much weight. Your eyes sting, the edges of tears shimmering in the dim light. A shaky breath slips out, barely a whisper, as a fierce wave crashes through you—love, awe, and a deep ache you never knew possible—all tangled in this one fragile heartbeat pressed against your own.

This will be the last time... You stared at your two babies sleeping in the small bed beside you... Four kids with 4 years apart... It is more than enough.

Satoru noticed your stare and came closer... He's holding several paper bags of your favorite food and a large canteen.

"I brought you food, Love?" Satoru pulled out the bedside table and started to open the food he brought for you. A wide array of onigiri with varied fillings, tuna, spam, and the like. There are also side dishes of gently simmered carrots, daikon, and kabocha in light soy/dashi broth, lightly salted and grilled salmon, tamagoyaki, there's even niku jaga (meat and potatoes stew).

"Where did you get all of these, Honey?" It's just too many that it's hard to choose where to start.

"I had my mother prepare it. I know you'll be hungry after all of it." He opened the canteen and poured a warm roasted barley tea for you.

Satoru sat beside you and stared at your face... It was still puffy, which gave him the urge to pinch it for himself.

"Wha-"

He chuckled and leaned forward, pressing a gentle forehead kiss to your temples.

"Eat, baby..."

He made sure to refill your bowl when your soup was dwindling, adding an extra spoonful of rice and plenty of meat. He made sure to keep the water at the exact temperature you want it while watching you go through the several food boxes.

"Is it good?" He asks as you eagerly chew on the warm food, wiping the corner of your lips.

"Yeah..." You mumbled between mouthfuls, making him chuckle and add more food, knowing you deserved it so much and you were beyond exhausted.

"After this, let's stay in our villa." Satoru thought of this since yesterday. It would be more convenient for you if you all stayed in the villa he built behind the Main Hall of the Gojo Estate. There you won't have to stress yourself about any preparing food or taking care of the baby, there are several nannies and his mother who will help you to focus on resting and bonding with your baby.

"My mother called, she said she'll come over with my father."

You've never tried doing any satogaeri. The Gojo Clan (Satoru) has always been the one mostly arranging things when you get pregnant and the first month of caring. Satoru always made sure you could heal from the operation before letting you truly take care of your baby.

"They can stay with us in the villa, there are a lot of rooms there." He chuckled, seeing your excited smile, knowing your parents will come and you'll be more comfortable.

You just nodded, knowing he would take care of it. After the meal, he fixed your bed and checked up on your babies. The two babies never left your private room and have been very good to you, they are sleeping soundly after nursing. 

Satoru peered over the two sunshines, placing a finger under their noses to check if they were breathing. Even after two kids, he still cannot get off the habit of watching their chest rise up and down to make sure they are breathing just fine. His forefinger hovered over their noses to check if they were taking in oxygen just fine.

You stared at him, deeply entranced by the sleeping babies. He was quiet, but at the same time, you could almost hear the racing of his heart as he kept checking them. Two children have taught you that your husband, independent and wild as he is, is too attached and sentimental about the smallest of things. And even now with four kids, it hasn't waned. In a country where having babies is treated as such a rare thing, moreover, having not just one but four, you cannot blame him or your family for being so spoiling to the children.

And deep down, there's an inkling thought that maybe Satoru wants so many children because... he was used to being alone. Before you came into his life, and in honesty, maybe after your marriage, there is still a part of him that has that loneliness on his back. And again, deep down, you know that a part of him is scared, scared that with the uncertainty of life, if ever anything happens to him or you, he's the most scared of what could happen to your kids. Maybe that's why he's always reminded Kouki and Saika to stick up for each other...

"Baby, when are you going to tell me about their names?" He looked back at you with a smile as he rubbed the cheeks of the two sunshines...

Kouki, sky, and hope.

Saika, fortune, and moon...

Satoru chose those names so poetically perfect.

"We have the sky, a moon, and the one missing is the sun... but even the sun is a star..."

You looked at the little one, your daughter is the first to come.

"For this little one, 星 a star filled with light even in the dark, 愛 and love, a little star, that will bring love even during the dark. Seira, 星愛..." She was born close to dusk

"Seira... Seira..." Satoru nodded and smiled... "We now have our little star." He chuckled, kissing the little girl's head. "You hear that, Seira? You're our little star, loved by us."

You smiled and looked at your little son. The little boy who surely got your hair but made sure to announce those white specks of hair littering his tips. He was sound asleep, calm and snug.

"This one..." smile "A little star so calm and gentle... serene. 奎, stars littered like a constellation, may you always shine brightly,  冴, and bring that same serenity with you always. Keigo, 奎冴."

"Gojo Seira and Gojo Keigo..." Satoru smiled. You got the sky, moon, and now the stars. He chuckled and went to your side to pepper your temples with kisses. "I love them... you picked great, Love."

The doctor was ready to discharge by day three, but they insisted the babies stay at least three days or a week max in the NICU, which... well, didn't sit well with your husband. He can be truly overprotective, which includes leaving the babies in the hospital. It's simple to say you stayed for three days to take the babies back, which made everyone, especially the two kids back at home, desperately miss you both.

"Mama c-come home a-already..." Saika was sobbing, clutching her little unicorn as she talked to you through the phone. She looks so pitiful with her red nose and damp eyes.

"Mama, Mama, are you okay? Come home now, please." Kouki was pushing his face to the phone, but despite your firstborn's calm, collected voice, you could see the hue of pink on his nose and the tips of his ear, which always comes out after he cried.

"Oh, babies, we are, wipe those tears." You tried your best to coo Saika, but her eyes are not drying up soon. You can't blame her for a four-year-old who has always been at home with you.

"And we are coming home this afternoon." You promised, hoping to soothe them both, the longest they've been away from you is three days maxed, and that is the weekends with their grandparents.

"How about me? You don't miss me?" Satoru popped up. "C'mon, munchkin,s give Papa some lovin'?"

"B-But Papa, you came home this afternoon?" Saika interjected... the two kids are now talking better without hiccups and tears. "Mama, Papa brought us doughnuts," Kouki added.

"Wait! We agreed, no telling!" Satoru just ended up laughing as his kids threw him under the bus. These two kids. They looked so much like him but they suck up to you more than to anyone. He can only sigh. He loves you the most, so it doesn't come as a surprise that his children will love you the most too, because they too are a part of him.

"Okay, Papa and I will be home in a few hours with your baby sister and brother."

You barely registered the ride home—Satoru had taken over, a calm presence in the whirlwind. Your only focus now was the weight in your arms: two tiny bundles nestled against your chest, warm and breathing in sync like a lullaby. Their cheeks were plumper, skin flushed a healthy pink, milk-drunk and dreaming.

The car eased to a stop. Gravel crunched under tires. As the villa came into view, the front door burst open.

"MAMA!"

Two voices—high and shrill with excitement—pierced the air as little feet thundered down the steps. Saika and Kouki flung themselves at your legs, clutching you with all the force their small arms could muster, their heads tilting back to search your face, eyes bright enough to rival any starlit sky.

"We're home," you laughed, breathless, your heart full.

Kouki spotted the bundled infants and gasped, already tugging at Satoru's sleeve. "Mama, is that them?! Is that our baby sister and brother?"

"Papaaa, lemme see! Please, please, pleaaaase!" Saika had latched onto Satoru's leg like a koala, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Satoru squatted with a patient sigh, ruffling Kouki's hair with one hand, then Saika's with the other. "Let's get inside first, okay? Your Mama's gotta sit down."

He ushered the little ones gently, his arms stretched like wings, herding them forward. A mother hen in a blindfold and designer clothes—clucking under his breath about the heat, doors left wide open, and where the hell the hand sanitizer went.

"Okay, okay, c'mere you two, let me see you properly. Our video calls were blurred." The two children immediately climbed up to the couch and snuggled up to you. Saika immediately rubbed her face to your side while Kouki just inhaled your scent for a long time.

Satoru smiled and gently sat down beside... He can see Seira and Keigo's lashes flutter open, their mittened hands fussing around.

"Papa, Mama..." Kouki finally peeked up to see the two bundles, and his eyes immediately widened.

"Mama!" Saika gasped. "Yes! I knew it! They're so pretty! They got your hair, Mama!" Saika vibrated in glee as she gently touched Seira's chubby cheeks with her finger. "Hello... marshmallow..."

Satoru chuckled at the nickname. Typical Cat...

"Mama, what's their names?" Kouki looked up to you and back to Keigo, gently playing with his small, mittened hand... "You smell so milky..." He looked entranced by his new brother.

"Your sister is the first one to come... this little sunshine is Seira..." 

"Seira..." The two chorused... "She's so cute, she has your hair, Mama... with small pecks of white like stars."

"She's so prettyyyy~" Kouki leaned closer, pressing his nose to Seira's hair, inhaling it and looking up to you with a wide grin.

Saika softly kissed Keigo's cheek and giggled.

"Mama, look! He smiled!"

"He did? He's your youngest brother. His name is Keigo."

"Keigo..." They pronounced after you.

"He's so adorable!" Saika piped up, kissing his cheek again, holding herself from smooching her little brother too much.

It was needless to say that the two children were all over their baby siblings. They lay with them, watch over them, and help around when it's milk time. It's only been one day since you brought them home, and it feels like a long time when you see the four of them all huddled up on the mattress placed on the living room floor.

You watch over them from the comfortable rocking chair while Satoru comes from the kitchen holding a bowl of hot chicken soup for you and a tall glass of orange juice. He was quiet, but you could see the smile playing on his lips as he saw your four children snuggled up with a small blanket on their stomachs, keeping them warm. Saika and Kouki were careful not to snuggle up too much on their baby siblings, afraid that they would roll over them

"Look at them, they look like a small litter of kittens." Satoru chuckled and sat beside you, kissing you before starting to blow on the spoon of hot soup to feed you. He gently wiped the corner of your lips and put the bowl down and stared at your four little munchkins together with you.

The small specs of white on the two babies' hair mingled together with the pure white of their older siblings. Earlier, you could feel how Saika is just holding off the cute aggression for her younger brother and sister by hugging her Kiku-nii instead.

"... This is more than I've ever wished for since we got married, 'Toru." The smile on your lips cannot be erased. After almost a decade of marriage, the struggles and joys, and four children... sitting here on your home's engawa with your husband, time has proven your resilience and love for each other.

"I can't say the same." Satoru looked at you with the same dazzling ocean eyes from 10 years ago, softer and more loving as time passed. "Every day with you and our children has always made me keep wishing for one more day longer..."

In this uncertain life, where there's no telling when or where it begins or ends. One more day makes a difference.

Satoru’s hands found your cheeks, calloused thumbs tracing the soft curve beneath your eyes. His breath was close, warm, carrying the faint scent of the familiar kikufuku cream and the evening air. You didn't need words — not anymore.

He leaned in slowly, as if the years had taught him there was no need to rush something sacred. His lips met yours with the same tenderness he used to cradle your newborns — reverent, deliberate. The world around you blurred. Only the press of his mouth against yours remained — not hungry, not hurried, but full of the quiet ache of love that had lasted seasons, storms, and time.

He kissed you like a man who had known your youth, held your hand through exhaustion, and memorized every line time had written on your face — and loved them all.

The kiss deepened only slightly, not in urgency but in meaning — a silent promise folded into the space between heartbeats: I am always yours... always...

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded, lips parted just barely — as if even that short distance between you felt like too much.

“I love you, my wife… I love you.” His voice barely rose above a breath, but it carried the weight of years — like a devotion spoken at the altar of everything you’d built together.

Before you could answer, Satoru leaned in again, his lips finding yours with deeper intent. This kiss was slower, surer — not the soft brush from before, but something fuller, drawn from the quiet well of longing he still carried for you.

His hand slipped to the nape of your neck, holding you as though anchoring himself in the moment. His mouth moved over yours — patient, reverent — like he was relearning you, even though he never forgot. He never did, and never could.

The wind chime on the engawa clinkled as the gentle breeze blew in, reminding you that this is home...

—GreyCaelum

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[greycaelum]

and there are nights i lay awake wondering how i am supposed to mourn for you? should i bury our memories or should i bury your body?

because every time i see you with him inside i am reminded that i have truly lost you and i have nothing left of you, not even your body, nor your memories...

it felt like ashes in my throat i'm forced to swallow, like a bile i must force down because no matter how i try to make sense of it, by now you are truly gone.

—✒️☕,

[greycaelum]

hi! thanks for trying, ahah that’s actually hakari as your childhood friends:)

It's a video so I meant the one in the end 😅

—Grey,

[greycaelum]

Hi there Grey! I know this is late, but I made something for Mother's Day! But it isn't a happy one, unfortunately.

Some background on this, because of how youe depicted Satoru's parents, specifically his mother, I started to get creative with my take on Satoru's childhood. And thanks to the song "Never Love an Anchor", it just gave me more ideas 😃

With how his parents, especially his mother, acts after Satoru and the Reader had Kouki and Saika, I think to some level they regretted what they did. And the song perfectly depicts how they felt.

I know this is a sad, and late, way to celebrate Mother's Day, but I couldn't help myself and decided to go the angst route this year

(Personal headcanon: The dominating features of the Gojo clan is their white hair since it's very rare. Satoru got his eyes from his mom and was born a different shade because of Six Eyes)

Oh my goodness 🥺😭 I am so late I don't remember if I've written for Mother's Day special, thank you so much, Love for these wonderful fan arts!

I am listening to the song as I write and I really love the part

"On some level, I think I always understood That a ship could never really love an anchor So, I did the only thing that I could And severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor"

I guess I am relating it to the part where Satoru is breaking away from the tradition of the old prominent clans by straying off tradition and being more dynamic in his point of view and teaching albeit more often than not reckless like a ship on the uncertain sea. But then again, ships are made to sail, not anchor in the harbor. Then maybe at some point in his childhood, his mother (if she's alive in canon) may have felt that Satoru as he grows doesn't wish to be contained in the millennial pattern of the society he's born. I love this, thank you!

I don't know if it's in canon but in KSeries I could say Satoru was somehow adored as a child. Perhaps not loved in a way a child should be loved but more adored and looked up to with what he brings with his existence, maybe his parents would feel that sort of lacking they had for Satoru as a child when they see their grandchildren thriving more happily and Satoru being a good and loving father as well as a responsible and devoted husband.

I really don't know if I'd agree since we're lacking references on what other Gojo Clan members look like aside from Yuta but for the Gojo Genes Supremacy and my peace of mind as well I'd say it really depends on the genes and how close they are to the main family branch bloodline.

AHAHAHAHAHAHA thank you for sending this in, dear~

—Grey,

[greycaelum]

Can i have the link on every single series u wrote? (I can't seem to find them all 😔

Hi dear, pardon my late reply I got held up by summer classes and swimming lessons 🥺 but here it is, all links are related to an AU or another masterlist of oneshot collections, I hope you enjoy~

General Masterlist

—Grey,

[greycaelum]

hi! try this :) https://pin.it/7yDRk3alf

Hello~✨ I did and it was fun, send more if there's any I'd love to answer these~

I'd agree to the most part except Naoya being the childhood friend 🤡 I'd push him in the mud puddle no hesitation (sorry Naoya stans, I really just can't) 😭, Kento's the most nicest after Choso to be a brother, I'd love that! Utahime and Shoko *chef kiss*, Suguru, hands down I'd fight him every inch (passive-aggressive at its finest), this is predictable that I'd force it to draw Satoru as my man 🫣 I'd do it over and over to get him!

—Grey,

[greycaelum]

My shoujo ass cant stop thinking of kenma and masaki wit my baby sai...................

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { First Princess }

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Genre: fluff, domestic life, parenthood

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.7k)—/overprotective Dad Satoru, he's having a girl dad dilemma, lovey-dovey moments, fluff, overall domestic life, 3rd munchkins cameo, slight mention of jujutsu society, childhood friends—/

𑁍 A/N: Trick or Treat! And Satoru got the treat from his Baby Cat! In exchange for a stomachache~

Gojo Satoru... never in his life thought he would die this early...

He can't believe time has passed so much that his bones are starting to hurt when he moves or that his already white hair can get any whiter... or that—

"Love... I have never once doubted where our kids got their drama skills." You sighed, interrupting his monologue.

"Baby!" Your husband whined from the couch and stomped his feet. "She's just 13!"

"Exactly... Calm down 'Toru." You sighed and wiped your hands on your apron. You could see Kouki watching over his two younger siblings in the backyard... Satoru, on the other hand, is having a midlife crisis because of his first daughter.

Barefooted, he trudged to the kitchen and hugged you from the back, a petulant pout on his lips.

"I should have taught her to kick harder as a kid. Maybe I should enroll our daughters in an all-girls school instead. It's not too late y—"

You stuff his mouth with the mochi you're making, effectively shutting him up and, at the same time, calming him down. His ranting turned to munching, and his chattering mouth soon turned to a chin resting on your shoulder while you make snacks for the kids with a husband stuck to your back, hugging you like a teddy bear, asking for bites of what you're making.

You wiped your hand after putting the new batch of brownies you made in the oven.

"You know Saika would never intentionally do anything to make you disappointed. But she's a growing girl, a very good girl at that. Barring her from exploring will not solve the problem." You sighed and turned around to stare at your husband's pouting lips. Gosh, he never grew up from the pouting phase. "If we try to stop her from exploring, she might tend to be sneaky instead. How can we give her guidance if she doesn't feel accepted?" You smiled at Satoru, washing off his worries with your words.

"I know... It's just that..." Satoru blew out a frustrated sigh. "I don't want her to get hurt. She's too young for this, y'know..." He hugged you, burying his face in your neck.

You inhale a large breath and pat his back, empathizing with your husband and his dilemma for being a girl dad. You wonder if you'll ever feel this too with your sons... Or if your husband is simply just being the sensitive big teddy bear he is.

"Y'know, Love..." You trailed and took his face in your hands. "I hate to break it to you like this, but..." You chuckled. "Saika is just with her classmates doing a school project."

Saika has been telling you for one week straight how she's so excited to go over to her friend's house for the first time and do their project, something about some baking activity in home economics, which you agreed with delight. Satoru was also happy about it... until he asked who was her group partners.

"Masaki and Kenma and Iori, and..."

The rest of her partners were ignored the second Satoru heard familiar names.

"Masaki... Kenma?"

"Still! Did you see how that Chiba boy dared come to my doorstep every Tuesday morning to pick up my Cat? That brat, when he grows up, I swear when he grows u—"

You poked his cheeks with your fingers, stopping his plans.

"Baby, you see that?" You pointed to your eldest son, making flower crowns for his youngest sister while his younger brother kept climbing on his back. "You and Kouki have been watching over her since she was born. Do you think your son will be this calm if he doesn't trust Saika's friends? We both know how protective he is of her sister, and he knows Masaki because he goes to school with him almost daily."

You kissed Satoru's frowning brow, easing his temples while his arms remained around your waist, still with the bit of pout on his lips but not as hysterical as earlier.

"Can you blame me? I'm clingy with my first princess." Satoru sighed. "She was so tiny when I first held her. I was so scared if I breathed too deep, she would cry. She's so precious and fragile that I can't handle it. If she cries, it would crush me..." Satoru's words were muffled as he sank into your arms.  

"Mnnn... I know. Must prepare our youngest girl if you suddenly bawl out when she finally gets a boyfriend two decades later.

You didn't have to pull his face up to your eyes to know how Satoru turned several shades paler and sucked a nervous gasp against your collarbone. You saw your two youngest munchkins run to the front yard and the famous single-double tone of knock on your doorsteps.

He left you as quick as a bullet train and ran to the door where, as expected, his Cat was, holding a basket of sweets, and behind her... was someone Satoru would pronounce as his mortal enemy years from now.

Maybe because Masaki is the one he often sees, Satoru never really paid attention to Kenma. That was a long time ago. Saika was just a toddler back then, oblivious to what a 'boyfriend' meant, and took it too literally as a male friend.

"Papa! Look, I made mochi for you!" Saika's eyes lit up, and excitedly enumerated the sweet he brought home for everyone.

"Hey Princess, did you make all these? Lemme have this one~" Satoru looked in the basket and got a cheese stick, then praised his daughter for making them very good... that's a lie, it tastes like the Baumkuchen you threw out coz it was three days expired. But he can't possibly say that in front of his precious daughter, who will probably cause him to go in and out of the toilet later.

"Sir, good afternoon."

A serious voice greeted Satoru.

In his straight stance, hands behind his back and feet against each other, Masaki bowed to Satoru. Saika was used to this. Masaki would greet her Papa, and her Papa would grunt with the same constipated look he always had every time Masaki came into their home.

"Masaki-kun, thank you for bringing Saika home safely." You appeared behind Satoru with a smile. The kid looked up and greeted you formally as well.

"Good afternoon, Lady Y/n..." The young boy visibly softened his stance at your sight, but when he saw Satoru watching him like a hawk, Masaki instantly straightened up again like a soldier under his supervisor's stern glare.

"How about you come inside for tea, Masaki-kun? I made some baklava." You warmly invited, patting Satoru's shoulder in silent warning. Saika already went inside, calling her siblings.

"I... I'd love to, Lady Y/n, but my mother told me to be home by 3 in the afternoon." The boy looked a bit somber as he turned down your offer. You know his parents are stricter than others, so you cannot find fault in such an answer.

"Then next time, I'll make some milk pan. Saika loves those." You didn't miss how his eyes sparkled at your offer and the subtle scoff of Satoru on the side.

The kid waved goodbye, but just then, a rushing Saika almost collided with you in the hallway. She ran past you and Satoru towards Masaki, who was already at the gate.

You couldn't hear what they were saying, but based on the cellophane-wrapped baklava your daughter was handing towards Masaki, you could only chuckle and hold down the hand of your seething husband, dragging him a little more inside the house, just enough so the two of you can spy on the kids.

Your husband silently huffs and walks into the house, holding the basket of sweets Saika brought home, calling the kids to share the treat. Though you didn't miss how he ordered his men to watch over Masaki to make sure the boy reached the Chiba Estate safely.

Later that night, you saw Satoru talking to Saika over an ice cream, the two of them huddled up on the couch, playing some Mario Kart.

"Papa doesn't like Masaki, Mama?" Kouki, in his pajamas, walked closer to you, asking you to dry his long hair from the shower.

"You know your Papa, you'd never hear the end of it if it comes to boys." You carefully wring out the excess water from his artic tresses while he hummed and stared at his sister and father fighting over the last spoon of the ice cream.

"Masaki is better," Kouki said with a long look.

"Why so?" Oh? You quirk a brow at your eldest's remark.

"His family is a branch of the Gojo Clan, though the Chiba clan is a minor family, at least that lessens the complexity of explaining about normal citizens and sorcerers." Kouki huffs.

"Since when did my son start thinking of this stuff? Sweetheart? Is that all?" You chuckled and hugged your eldest, pinching his nose. 

"Of course, it also makes it easier to hunt him down if he hurts Cat's feelings," Kouki grumbled with a pout. Just like his father, thankfully, your youngest son is just a toddler, or else you don't know how to keep your three boys from guarding their sister like an apparition against other men.

"Mama! That's unfair. You didn't comb my hair tonight." Saika called from the living room as she saw her brother all fluffy and well-groomed from your hands.

"I can comb it for you, Cat!" Satoru added. Kouki soon joined the huddle, poking fun at his sister.

Needless to say, whoever tries to ask for your daughter's hand, they'll have to go through a lot. She is, after all, the first princess of the most important boys in her life... Just like that, you can't help but wish that if ever... she did find the man of her life, he would treat her as precious as you all have treasured her... Just like how her father has cherished you, or maybe even more.

Satoru chuckled and put down the comb.

"See, my Little Treasure is as pretty as ever!"

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[greycaelum]

✨Happy 5th Birthday to my Dearest Cat~✨😸

[greycaelum]

Hi there!! This has been living rent-free in my mind, but how would the Gojo family react if Satoru was turned into a cat? I saw that one shot for the Chains Series and I suddenly wondered how would the KSeries deal with it. I bet when he's back to normal, Saika will ask for a cat and now Satoru will have to deal with the consequences 🤣

Personal headcanon: As a cat, he would be a Maine coon. Tall, has beautiful hair, and is BIG.

Ok... I'm drowning with the ask that has piled up... Scratching my head how I'll manage to finish this before the next grueling school year starts. Send virtual snacks and iced chocolate!

You look at the big white fluff staring at you with a resting bitch face, licking his paws and purring on the bean bag Satoru loves to doze off... well, technically it is still Satoru.

"What did you do this time, Satoru?" You rubbed your temples as you sighed at the cat Shoko gave you, telling you it was Satoru. You don't know if she's being serious or pulling your leg but the large cat looks exactly like Satoru if he was a cat. White fluffy fur and bright blue eyes, and what's more is that the cat—Satoru has the exact smirk he has as a human. A menace.

Saika was the first one to discover Satoru who didn't waste time hopping off the bean bag and started meowing, rubbing, and purring around Saika's legs. Your daughter just came home from her piano lessons and had to be picked up by the chauffeur because you don't wanna leave Satoru in this bizarre state of his.

"Oh! Hi, pretty kitty! You look just like me!" Your daughter exclaimed and dropped to her knees to hug the cat—Satoru—and called you from the kitchen.

"Mama! Did Papa get me a cat?!" She came running to you carrying the heavy cat—Satoru who meowed at you and let his daughter carry him in his cat form around.

The ladle hit the ground as you asked her to put him down gently on the floor but Satoru didn't seem to share the same idea as he meowed loudly and clung to Saika.

What a drama queen!

"Satoru! Claws off!" You weren't able to stop yourself from calling him out. Satoru in his cat form threw his head back and meowed loudly, vocally expressing himself and his disagreement with you but finally let go of Saika.

"Mama, did you name him like Papa?" Saika looked up to her mother in confusion and back to the kitty. "Papa will be jealous" She adds with a sure face. "We need to name him anothe—"

She wasn't able to finish that as the door was slammed open with a panting Kouki. Your son's eyes zeroed out on the cat—Satoru. Satoru nonchalantly runs in his son's direction and starts meowing as if telling him what you did to him.

All the while Kouki just stared at the cat and as if listening to the litany he was meowing...

"Okay, enough. You're giving me a headache with all the yapping." You shook your head and scooped the hairball fluff into your arms. "Snacks are on the table." You told the kids before going upstairs with cat—Satoru in your arms.

"Meow!"

"Don't start..."

"Meow, meow, meow!"

"..." You stared at the cat, staring back at you with an annoying subtle smirk on his lips.

"You do realize I could have you neutered and you'll never know whether you're keeping those balls or not when you come back to normal, rightttt Hun?" You smiled sweetly to the feline—Satoru, whose non-existent shoulder from his chonky fat body slackened at the word 'neuter'. His blue eyes widened as if accusing you of a heinous crime as he immediately curled up, trying to hide in your arms. Vocalizing a tiny meow to poke your conscience.

Closing the bedroom door, you put him on the bed which he immediately curled in his side, turning his back on you...

"Well... what do you want for dinner? Obviously, I can't feed you normal cat food." You pull him close then place him on your lap, petting his tummy. "I can boil some chicken for you... or some wagyu beef we have on the fridge."

He rolled over your lap, presenting his belly as he gave you a very big yawn.

"Meow meow!"

"Wagyu?" You asked in confirmation.

"Meow..." He licked his nose and patted your hand which stopped petting his belly.

"Mama! Where's Papa?" Saika asked from the other side of the door. "He promised to give me an ice cream tonight." You could hear the pout in your daughter's voice.

Kouki turns the knob slowly and enters with his sister... He's still eyeing the cat who looked at them and meowed in greeting...

"That's Papa right, Mama?" Your son looked at you and back to the cat. "I saw it, he turned into a cat..." they climbed onto the bed and Satoru jumped to rub against Kouki's shoulder and lick Saika's cheek.

Saika's eyes widened... her eyes landed back on Satoru for a long time before they slowly watered and she bursted out crying.

Satoru licks her tears, patting her arm, circling around his daughter trying to console her. He meows at you as if asking for help.

"Papa's a cat?!" She sniffles. "Am I a c-cat too, Mama?" She hiccups with fat tears rolling down her face.

"You're already a cat, Sai..." Kouki adds.

"Wha—No!" You covered your lips to stop the laughter threatening to spill. "It's just a temporary situation, okay? Papa's gonna be fine, it's a curse he got from work but he'll be totally back to his normal self... I just don't know when." You slowly explained to your bawling daughter.

"Meow!"

"It's fine, sweetie... Don't cry, Papa's fine. Okay?" You consoled the girl who hiccuped between her tears. "And Kou, stop playing with your father's fur, your allergy could act up any second, sweetheart." You reminded Kouki who was hugging his father's cat form, burying his nose on the snowy fur and rolling around the bed while Satoru just let his son do whatever with his feline body.

"i'm n-not a c-cat?" Saika sniffles.

"No, sweetie of course not." You consoled her. Wiping away the fat tears on her cheeks, hugging the little treasure's body into your arms and also pulling in Kouki into the cuddle... Satoru in his cat form rubbed against the three of you and plop on your lap.

You left the three of them on the bedroom to cook dinner. Eventually the cuddles continued as you decided to have a movie marathon with the kids and let them sleep with you for tonight. Saika fell asleep first, curled up beside Satoru who is let her hold his floofy tail while she slept. Kouki was curled on to you side, watching the movie with you.

"Papa's gonna be okay..." Kouki says out of nowhere and pets Satoru's head. "Papa's the strongest." Your son beamed at you with a proud look on his face.

"Yes, he is..." You kissed your son's head and ruffled his hair. "Papa's the strongest... troublemaker." You added.

"Meow!"

Kouki giggles. You just smiled. As far as you know, when it comes to cuddles and loving' Kouki turns to you but when it comes to affirmations Kouki always counts on to his Papa. Satoru is his idol and nothing could make him change his mind, much to his father's delight.

You fell asleep together, the movie was on but the three of you were knocked out except for a certain cat...

Purring to himself he carefully treads between the entangled limbs and curls to your chest. Subconsciously your lips found his furry forehead, pressing a light peck before he licked your jaw and curled deeper into you, making some biscuits as he purred and purred. He feels so safe and loved in your presence.

The next day...

"Papa can you turn to a cat?"

"Wha—of course not Sai, yesterday was just a very very special situation."

"Yeah, it was special because I didn't get allergies around your cat fur Papa." Kouki adds.

You woke up to your husband and kids talking... But you decided to keep your eyes shut and just listened.

"Can't everyday be a very very special day so you can turn to a cat, Papa?" You could vividly see Saika's puppy eyes even with your eyes closed.

"No, Cat. How can Papa do this?!"

The loud squeals of both the kids enveloped the room. Satoru tickles them to wheezing until one eventually taps out.

"Papa can't do this if I was a cat, no?"

"I like Papa when he's a cat, coz I don't get allergies when I play with you!" Kouki exclaims.

"if I was a cat then I can't do this too!"

Suddenly your feet were pulled back effectively ending your eavesdropping as you shriek in surprise. Landing on top of your husband's lap with his shit eating grin on his face.

"Miss me Honey? Almost lost my family's crown jewels to your threat yesterday, gonna pay for that, Mrs. Gojo."

"W-Wait!" You didn't have time to escape as your three menaces drown you with tickles and kisses the first thing in the morning.

Well... You wouldn't have it in any other way.

Bonus:

You push several sheets of paper in front of Satoru...

"What's this, Baby?" He was munching on some tuna sandwiches while you and Kouki just came from the hospital. Behind you, Kouki and Saika are looking at him with awfully twinkling eyes.

"This mochi's immunotherapy to his car allergies seemed to have worked." You chuckled.

"Well... That's a good thing! Right?" Satoru looks up confused.

"We can finally get a cat!" Saika cheers.

"I want a Maine Coon, Papa!" Kouki interjects.

"No! I want a Norwegian Forester, Kiku-nii!"

"Papa!" They both chorus and tug at his legs.

Satoru looked up to you for help. You shrugged and went to the kitchen to cook dinner.

"I'm not cleaning litter boxes, just so you three know."

—GreyCaelum

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[greycaelum]

Happy Father's Day 'Toru~

CTTO: fanarts from wanderingkyoko, lexiene, mysticlovedeath~✨🫶🏻✨

[greycaelum]

Hi there!! This has been living rent-free in my mind, but how would the Gojo family react if Satoru was turned into a cat? I saw that one shot for the Chains Series and I suddenly wondered how would the KSeries deal with it. I bet when he's back to normal, Saika will ask for a cat and now Satoru will have to deal with the consequences 🤣

Personal headcanon: As a cat, he would be a Maine coon. Tall, has beautiful hair, and is BIG.

Ok... I'm drowning with the ask that has piled up... Scratching my head how I'll manage to finish this before the next grueling school year starts. Send virtual snacks and iced chocolate!

You look at the big white fluff staring at you with a resting bitch face, licking his paws and purring on the bean bag Satoru loves to doze off... well, technically it is still Satoru.

"What did you do this time, Satoru?" You rubbed your temples as you sighed at the cat Shoko gave you, telling you it was Satoru. You don't know if she's being serious or pulling your leg but the large cat looks exactly like Satoru if he was a cat. White fluffy fur and bright blue eyes, and what's more is that the cat—Satoru has the exact smirk he has as a human. A menace.

Saika was the first one to discover Satoru who didn't waste time hopping off the bean bag and started meowing, rubbing, and purring around Saika's legs. Your daughter just came home from her piano lessons and had to be picked up by the chauffeur because you don't wanna leave Satoru in this bizarre state of his.

"Oh! Hi, pretty kitty! You look just like me!" Your daughter exclaimed and dropped to her knees to hug the cat—Satoru—and called you from the kitchen.

"Mama! Did Papa get me a cat?!" She came running to you carrying the heavy cat—Satoru who meowed at you and let his daughter carry him in his cat form around.

The ladle hit the ground as you asked her to put him down gently on the floor but Satoru didn't seem to share the same idea as he meowed loudly and clung to Saika.

What a drama queen!

"Satoru! Claws off!" You weren't able to stop yourself from calling him out. Satoru in his cat form threw his head back and meowed loudly, vocally expressing himself and his disagreement with you but finally let go of Saika.

"Mama, did you name him like Papa?" Saika looked up to her mother in confusion and back to the kitty. "Papa will be jealous" She adds with a sure face. "We need to name him anothe—"

She wasn't able to finish that as the door was slammed open with a panting Kouki. Your son's eyes zeroed out on the cat—Satoru. Satoru nonchalantly runs in his son's direction and starts meowing as if telling him what you did to him.

All the while Kouki just stared at the cat and as if listening to the litany he was meowing...

"Okay, enough. You're giving me a headache with all the yapping." You shook your head and scooped the hairball fluff into your arms. "Snacks are on the table." You told the kids before going upstairs with cat—Satoru in your arms.

"Meow!"

"Don't start..."

"Meow, meow, meow!"

"..." You stared at the cat, staring back at you with an annoying subtle smirk on his lips.

"You do realize I could have you neutered and you'll never know whether you're keeping those balls or not when you come back to normal, rightttt Hun?" You smiled sweetly to the feline—Satoru, whose non-existent shoulder from his chonky fat body slackened at the word 'neuter'. His blue eyes widened as if accusing you of a heinous crime as he immediately curled up, trying to hide in your arms. Vocalizing a tiny meow to poke your conscience.

Closing the bedroom door, you put him on the bed which he immediately curled in his side, turning his back on you...

"Well... what do you want for dinner? Obviously, I can't feed you normal cat food." You pull him close then place him on your lap, petting his tummy. "I can boil some chicken for you... or some wagyu beef we have on the fridge."

He rolled over your lap, presenting his belly as he gave you a very big yawn.

"Meow meow!"

"Wagyu?" You asked in confirmation.

"Meow..." He licked his nose and patted your hand which stopped petting his belly.

"Mama! Where's Papa?" Saika asked from the other side of the door. "He promised to give me an ice cream tonight." You could hear the pout in your daughter's voice.

Kouki turns the knob slowly and enters with his sister... He's still eyeing the cat who looked at them and meowed in greeting...

"That's Papa right, Mama?" Your son looked at you and back to the cat. "I saw it, he turned into a cat..." they climbed onto the bed and Satoru jumped to rub against Kouki's shoulder and lick Saika's cheek.

Saika's eyes widened... her eyes landed back on Satoru for a long time before they slowly watered and she bursted out crying.

Satoru licks her tears, patting her arm, circling around his daughter trying to console her. He meows at you as if asking for help.

"Papa's a cat?!" She sniffles. "Am I a c-cat too, Mama?" She hiccups with fat tears rolling down her face.

"You're already a cat, Sai..." Kouki adds.

"Wha—No!" You covered your lips to stop the laughter threatening to spill. "It's just a temporary situation, okay? Papa's gonna be fine, it's a curse he got from work but he'll be totally back to his normal self... I just don't know when." You slowly explained to your bawling daughter.

"Meow!"

"It's fine, sweetie... Don't cry, Papa's fine. Okay?" You consoled the girl who hiccuped between her tears. "And Kou, stop playing with your father's fur, your allergy could act up any second, sweetheart." You reminded Kouki who was hugging his father's cat form, burying his nose on the snowy fur and rolling around the bed while Satoru just let his son do whatever with his feline body.

"i'm n-not a c-cat?" Saika sniffles.

"No, sweetie of course not." You consoled her. Wiping away the fat tears on her cheeks, hugging the little treasure's body into your arms and also pulling in Kouki into the cuddle... Satoru in his cat form rubbed against the three of you and plop on your lap.

You left the three of them on the bedroom to cook dinner. Eventually the cuddles continued as you decided to have a movie marathon with the kids and let them sleep with you for tonight. Saika fell asleep first, curled up beside Satoru who is let her hold his floofy tail while she slept. Kouki was curled on to you side, watching the movie with you.

"Papa's gonna be okay..." Kouki says out of nowhere and pets Satoru's head. "Papa's the strongest." Your son beamed at you with a proud look on his face.

"Yes, he is..." You kissed your son's head and ruffled his hair. "Papa's the strongest... troublemaker." You added.

"Meow!"

Kouki giggles. You just smiled. As far as you know, when it comes to cuddles and loving' Kouki turns to you but when it comes to affirmations Kouki always counts on to his Papa. Satoru is his idol and nothing could make him change his mind, much to his father's delight.

You fell asleep together, the movie was on but the three of you were knocked out except for a certain cat...

Purring to himself he carefully treads between the entangled limbs and curls to your chest. Subconsciously your lips found his furry forehead, pressing a light peck before he licked your jaw and curled deeper into you, making some biscuits as he purred and purred. He feels so safe and loved in your presence.

The next day...

"Papa can you turn to a cat?"

"Wha—of course not Sai, yesterday was just a very very special situation."

"Yeah, it was special because I didn't get allergies around your cat fur Papa." Kouki adds.

You woke up to your husband and kids talking... But you decided to keep your eyes shut and just listened.

"Can't everyday be a very very special day so you can turn to a cat, Papa?" You could vividly see Saika's puppy eyes even with your eyes closed.

"No, Cat. How can Papa do this?!"

The loud squeals of both the kids enveloped the room. Satoru tickles them to wheezing until one eventually taps out.

"Papa can't do this if I was a cat, no?"

"I like Papa when he's a cat, coz I don't get allergies when I play with you!" Kouki exclaims.

"if I was a cat then I can't do this too!"

Suddenly your feet were pulled back effectively ending your eavesdropping as you shriek in surprise. Landing on top of your husband's lap with his shit eating grin on his face.

"Miss me Honey? Almost lost my family's crown jewels to your threat yesterday, gonna pay for that, Mrs. Gojo."

"W-Wait!" You didn't have time to escape as your three menaces drown you with tickles and kisses the first thing in the morning.

Well... You wouldn't have it in any other way.

Bonus:

You push several sheets of paper in front of Satoru...

"What's this, Baby?" He was munching on some tuna sandwiches while you and Kouki just came from the hospital. Behind you, Kouki and Saika are looking at him with awfully twinkling eyes.

"This mochi's immunotherapy to his car allergies seemed to have worked." You chuckled.

"Well... That's a good thing! Right?" Satoru looks up confused.

"We can finally get a cat!" Saika cheers.

"I want a Maine Coon, Papa!" Kouki interjects.

"No! I want a Norwegian Forester, Kiku-nii!"

"Papa!" They both chorus and tug at his legs.

Satoru looked up to you for help. You shrugged and went to the kitchen to cook dinner.

"I'm not cleaning litter boxes, just so you three know."

—GreyCaelum

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[greycaelum]

Hi Grey! How was ur week? Question for Yakuza Satoru: he got tattoos, but what kind and where? This series fits Gojo-Zenin rivalry so well. Can totally see Naoya being crazy jealous of Satoru, to the point of dying…

So late reply, forgive this tardy woman! Just finished 2 sems in uni and now I still have to do summer but it's manageable so here I am again Quite rusty if I must say, writer's block at its finest...

Thank you for your interest in Coasts and Altitudes, fingers crossed on the next update! With lots of hugs from Grey~

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"Did it hurt...?" Your eyes flickered as you stared at the elaborate irezumi painting on his broad back, it covered a few old scars, scabs of rose pink peaking a bit on the spaces between the vivid inks, obscuring but not totally hiding the gashes from your sight.

"Mnnn?" Your husband looked back as he searched for a shirt in the closet. he's only wearing cotton shorts and a towel over his shoulder, walking topless around your home since the staff were out for the weekend except for some of his subordinates guarding the perimeter of the house. You've been married for already a month, but still, it's hard to remain focused every time he goes around naked.

"The irezumi... did it hurt?" You bit the insides of your mouth when he faced you with his inked pecs and hard 8-packs distracting your sight. He remained unbeknownst or probably playing clueless as he walked towards you and asked you to dry his hair.

"Not really, I got used to the pain." He shrugged as you kneeled on the bedside behind him and ruffled his hair with the towel. For a man depicted as rough and the violent shady business he deals with daily, Satoru has a penchant of asking you to do domestic and mundane stuff for him.

Your hands stopped drying his hair as you slowly traced the ink much to his amusement.

"What's wrong, princess?" He purrs.

You couldn't answer as you stared at the dragon holding the close lotus form. This oriental dragon represents strength combined with wisdom and usually is benevolent, a protector against those who might usurp control... yet somehow, countless flowers scattered around the dragon, you couldn't quite understand it... not to mention Satoru's chest is still not inked.

"What does your irezumi mean? I can't understand it..." You've seen many irezumi from your father's men, all of them are unique but you've never seen anything compare to Satoru's.

Satoru looked back at you, mirth swirling in his bright eyes, but seeing you can't meet his gaze with how fixated you are in his back he face front to let you stare at his irezumi for now. He opened his mouth, thinking of how to start.

"I wanted to have a Karashishi beast instead of the Ryu, but the person I wanted to protect left... and I need to guard my family's so I chose the dragon..."

You couldn't speak... you already know what he means.

"This peony..." You looked at the lonesome peony on his top left shoulder. "It suits you, wealth and prosperity with your devil-may-care attitude." You swallowed the awkward reply on the tip of your tongue and tried to hide your hesitant tone.

"I couldn't think of anything more to remember you so I chose the Sakura, thinking I needed to remind myself I was just a fleeting moment of your childhood. I would just stay here, protecting my family or else I would've come running after you like a lap dog... I would've begged you to spare attention to me, I don't have a good sense of self control when it's about you."

A fleeting moment of childhood, huh? Your fingers traced the cherry blossoms littered over the dragon. And whose fault was it for pushing you away years ago saying he can only see you as a younger sister? You scoffed and curled your nails on the biggest cherry blossom making him groan.

Satoru turns around and pushes you down the bed, the mattress cushioning you as he plants his arms on the sides of your head. Climbing on top of you as he pushes away the stray hair framing your eyes.

"I've always known even 15 years ago you would cover me with scars... Now that you're finally tied to me I can get that karashishi and perhaps some momiji to add it..."

"Where are you going to put it?"

He chuckled and raised a brow as he took your hand and placed it on his chest.

"On where you'll always be."

Footnotes:

Karashishi "Lion Dog": The local Shinto religion of Japan, which pre-dates Buddhism, also has a lion protector, with a red head, who drives away evil spirits and brings health and wealth. No matter the origin though, the Fu Lion is fundamentally protective, strong, and courageous.

Ryu "Dragon": Oriental dragons are equally at home in the air or in the water. Usually embodying wisdom, strength and manipulating the forces of the universe for the benefit of people. Dragon can also clutch in one of his claws an object that is variously shown as a ball, a pearl, or a jewel, also known as “the closed-lotus form” essentially the essence of the universe, to control the winds, rains, fire and even the planets. This item is essentially seen in various Buddhist designs including temples and grave markers. It represents the spiritual essence of the universe, by which the dragon controls and protects it from those who might usurp those powers.

Sakura "Cherry Blossom": For Japanese imagery, the beautiful period of its flowering and then the all too soon fading and subsequent scattering of petals on the wind, symbolize life itself.  The fragility of the cherry blossom is the fragility of human existence.  they represent mortality, love, magnificent beauty, and sudden death.  It is regarded by all as a good omen.

Botan "Peony":  It is regarded as a symbol of wealth, good fortune, and prosperity.  In addition, though,  it also suggests a sort of gambling, daring, and even a masculine devil-may-care attitude, quite unlike its character in the west.

Momiji "Maple Leaves": In Japan, it’s also the symbol of lovers. A single leaf or a multitude of leaves are also potent symbols of regeneration and resurrection as they cycle through the seasons.

—GreyCaelum

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[greycaelum]

It's a good thing you're gojo fic is the cannon right?

Like he's not dead he has four kids and wife rn

YES being delulu is the solulu! four kids, a wife, and hopefully a cat or dog to add in the future.

XOXO,

—Grey,

[greycaelum]

What do you think Satoru’s net worth would be?

He came from an ancient aristocratic lineage of the Heian period and is still wealthy, and also the head of Gojo Clan—must say probably also the highest paid sorcerer—so all I can say is Daddy's got several black cards ready for wifey. I mean he just gave away 10 million yen like a change to Mei-Mei how much more for wifey?

XOXO,

—Grey,