Bottles, Balloons, and a Battle of Egos
pairing husband! Toji x Pregnant! female reader
synopsis: Toji Fushiguro and his pregnant wife host a baby shower filled with laughter, family, and sorcerer chaos until Gojo crashes the party with his usual antics, testing Toji's patience..
The late afternoon sun filtered through the white canopies set up in the backyard of the Fushiguro household. Strings of pastel-colored balloons swayed in the breeze, and a giant “Welcome Baby Fushiguro!” sign hung proudly above a table stacked with gifts. There were decorations everywhere—tiny shoes, rattles, and baby bottles, all themed in soft greens and yellows because neither you nor Toji wanted to know the baby's gender until they arrived.
You rubbed your swollen belly gently, smiling as you watched Tsumiki and Megumi run around the garden with Shiu Kong’s kids, all of them wearing party hats shaped like pacifiers. Tsumiki had helped pick the games, while Megumi had—begrudgingly—picked the cake (Vanilla, with a suspiciously violent amount of blue and pink sprinkles).
Toji had outdone himself, too. He was currently grilling under one of the gazebos, his signature smirk on full display, black t-shirt snug across his chest as he flipped skewers with casual ease. The man who once swore he’d never care about birthdays or parties had now coordinated a damn baby shower with surprising efficiency. You suspected Shiu’s wife had something to do with the color palette, though.
“Oi, babe,” Toji called across the yard, lifting his sunglasses just enough to look at you. “You sitting down? Don’t make me carry you again.”
You stuck your tongue out at him and waved him off, plopping down onto a plush lawn chair. “I’m fine! You’re the one who needs to sit down before you burn something!”
He grunted in mock annoyance, then grinned.
Shiu walked over, beer in hand, his usual smirk plastered across his face. “Man, you really traded in the assassin life for cupcakes and confetti.”
Toji rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me punch you in front of your kids.”
“Oh please,” Shiu snorted. “They’ve seen worse. Your son roundhouse kicked mine last week.”
“That’s Megumi’s way of saying hello.”
You giggled, then suddenly felt a shadow over you. You looked up—and of course, there he was.
“Y/N-chan,” came the sing-song voice you’d recognize anywhere.
Gojo Satoru.
He was wearing his usual blindfold, but you could feel the obnoxious grin practically radiating off him. His white hair stood out like a sore thumb among the muted pastel tones of the baby shower. He leaned down toward you, and you immediately knew he was up to no good.
“Hey there, mama. You’re glowing. And I don’t mean just the pregnancy glow—I mean like, goddess-level glow. Tell me, how’d a stone-faced grump like Toji land someone as divine as you?”
You laughed awkwardly. “Satoru…”
Across the yard, Toji paused mid-grill. His smirk vanished like a puff of smoke. Shiu, catching the sudden shift in mood, coughed into his fist.
“Oh boy. Here we go.”
Gojo continued, clearly loving the reaction. “You know, if things were different… maybe you and I could’ve ended up together, huh?”
You blinked. “Wha—”
“Don’t even,” came the growl from behind you.
Gojo raised his hands innocently, finally turning to face Toji, who had abandoned the grill completely and was stalking toward them, tongs in hand like a weapon.
“Relax, daddy-to-be,” Gojo teased. “I’m just congratulating the lady of the hour. You know—showering her with compliments at the baby shower.”
“I’ll shower you with my foot in your face,” Toji snapped, grabbing Gojo by the collar and yanking him down a few inches. “Back. Off.”
Gojo grinned wider. “So possessive. I like it.”
You placed a gentle hand on Toji’s arm, eyes warm but stern. “Toji. It’s fine. He’s just being annoying like always.”
Toji’s jaw ticked, but the feel of your fingers calmed him down slightly. He huffed and released Gojo with a final glare. “Stay away from her.”
“Noted,” Gojo said, still grinning like the smug menace he was.
Shiu wandered over with a second beer and handed it to Toji. “Here. You looked like you were about to commit a homicide in front of the bouncy castle.”
Toji took it without a word, popped the cap off with his thumb, and took a long swig.
The rest of the party carried on with far less drama, thankfully. There were games (including one where the adults had to guess baby food flavors blindfolded, which Shiu failed spectacularly). There was laughter and gifts and little Megumi sitting quietly beside you, one hand resting protectively on your belly while Tsumiki showed the baby photo album to Gojo’s confused but entertained students.
When it was time to cut the cake, Toji pulled you close, kissing your temple gently.
“I know I give Gojo a lot of crap,” he murmured. “But if he ever really tried anything, he wouldn’t live long enough to regret it.”
You smiled, snuggling into his side. “I know. But I also know he’s just poking at you to be annoying.”
“To be fair,” Shiu chimed in, mouth full of cake, “he’s got a point. Y/N’s way outta your league.”
Toji flicked a sprinkle at his forehead.
Later that night, after the kids were in bed and the guests were gone, you and Toji curled up on the couch, your belly pressed to his side. His hand rested over the swell, fingers stroking the skin with surprising gentleness.
“You know,” you whispered, “You were really sweet today. I think you’re actually excited.”
He kissed your shoulder. “Course I’m excited. This baby’s gonna have the strongest, scariest, most beautiful mom ever.”
You chuckled. “And the scariest dad.”
“Damn right.”
There was a pause.
“…But if Gojo ever flirts with you again, I’m putting a pacifier in his mouth and taping it shut.”
You burst out laughing, and somewhere down beneath your skin, the baby kicked.
AN: TYSM FOR 1K ON MY LAST TOJI POST THAT WAS UNEXPECTED!
