#satoru.ask

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Gojos Son that says baby all the time is a complete mamas mom

I’m assuming you meant mama’s boy by this? And if so, I’m gonna agree—and it’s 100% because of Gojo. When the biggest reference for loving you comes from his father who is throughly obsessed with you, it’s no surprise that your baby is a huge mama’s boy.

When your son sees Satoru come home and immediately go to hug and kiss you, before picking him up, of course that becomes his reference point for greeting you after getting picked up from daycare. He’s managed to copy Satoru’s mannerisms down to a T—or maybe he was just born with them—the way he sees you and lights up, waddles right to you as fast and he can and starts squishing your face to give you kisses the second he’s in your arms. Even the way he says, “I missed you, baby!” has Satoru’s exact cadence.

Your on rotation babysitters (Megumi, Yuuta, Yuuji, and Kento) always mention that the kid has a knack for talking about you when you’re gone. Megumi always drops him off with multiple drawings and cards for you with lots of hearts and flowers on them; Yuuta jokes about how he was well behaved, just a bit stubborn during lunch because Yuuta didn’t “make the rice like you do”; Yuuji sends you pictures and videos per request of your son because he wants you to see what they’re up to; Kento notes how he often shows off his new spelling and growing reading skills by proving to his godfather how well he can spell your name :(

You’re the first person Satoru leans on, so your the first person your son leans on—physically and emotionally. You give the best goodnight kisses according to them both, you make the best breakfast, you’re the person either of them would rather hang out with then they don’t have work/school. Your kid is absolutely, 100% attached to you, but he learns it from Satoru. Ironically, this also makes them two peas in a pod, they’re the same person at this point.

Even when Satoru is alone with your little boy, they’re always talking about you. “Wanna find flowers for mommy?” Satoru will ask, ask they’re walking around the mall. Two stores down, they spot a chocolate stand and Satoru feels an exited squeeze at his hand, looking down to see the three year old all but bouncing, “Those are mommy’s favorite!” They both just adore you so much :(( it’s beyond endearing to have so much love from the two of them :(((

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gojo’s son calling him baby because he heard gojo calling you that. precious

HHHH I KNOW :(( Satoru always encourages infant babbling (speaks animatedly and listens with the same enthusiasm even when it’s just incoherent noises), and the kid has taken to incorporating some key phrases into his vocabulary—learning to ask for more when he’s hungry, asking for his dad to keep playing with him, saying “thank you” and “i love you” (Satoru’s personal favorite, because his L’s do sound a little like W’s and he coos every time)—but he’s also picking up on things you and Satoru say to eachother. So, it’s only natural that hearing his parents refer to each other as “baby,” makes the toddler believe that that’s a normal part of speech he can start saying.

The first time it happens, Satoru is coming back from work. He can hear giggling in the kitchen, and when he makes his way there he’s greeted with the sight of his son in his high-chair clapping happily as you scoop some of his dinner onto his plate. Satoru reaches to you first, and arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing to your cheek. You’re about to return the greeting when the words are spoken for you, a high-pitched and excited squeal from your toddler in place of your own voice, “Home, baby!” Satoru pauses and blinks, pointing a finger at his chest and observing as his son only grins wider, making grabby hands for his father. He repeats the phrase again, this time attempting a broken syllable version of the word “welcome,” that makes Satoru’s heart swell three sizes. He’s quick to scoop his son right out of the chair, twirl him around and press kisses to his cheek, “Missed you so much, too, baby!”

First it’s you and Satoru that get called baby as greetings, but soon it extends to other people. When Megumi comes over to babysit the following week, he’s met with excited squeals and raised arms (demands to be picked up), before his cheeks are squished between baby-sized palms and he’s formally greeted with, “Hi, baby!” The look on Megumi’s face is priceless—slightly red and embarrassed, but beyond fond—and he gives the kid a gentle pat on the head before telling him he missed him, too. When it’s time for Megumi to return home for the evening, he gets soft hugs and tired yawns, the words “Bye, Memi. Night, baby,” barely getting out.

Your son is a fast learner, it seems. He quickly realizes he can use the word outside of greetings and goodbyes, and tries it out with his uncle Nanamin the next time he’s over at his house. Nanami is leaning over the counter, watching carefully as the toddler eats his lunch. He reaches over to wipe some smeared tomato away from his mouth as he’s finishing up his food, and that’s when the baby grins at him, looking his uncle (godfather, really, but he doesn’t know that yet), right in the eye before saying, “Thank you, baby.” Kento only smiles softly, continuing to gently wipe down his cheeks, before cradling his head and musing, “You’re more than welcome.”

You and Satoru debate which one of you he’s been picking this up from. You think the obvious choice is your husband—Satoru’s always been the more affectionate one, and pet names comes easy to him. He argues that your son gets it from you, and that he listens more carefully to his mom. Your theory is proven correct when your son is curled up in your lap shortly after dinner time, hands reaching to be held against your chest and rocked to sleep. You think he’s finally dozing off when you hear a small, and tired, “‘Night, my baby,” from your toddler’s lips. You look up to Satoru, who grins, leaning down to kiss the top of his son’s head and then your forehead. He takes after this father, without a doubt; because while every body else was baby, only your boys had the honor of refer to your as their baby.

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Gojo 100% the type who misses having a baby / toddler at home once his son starts growing into a teen and you can't change my mind 😤

Satoru thought he would be okay. Before having kids of his own, he was basically in charge of a bunch of brats, so he figured he’d be most prepared for that step.

Megumi taught him how to appropriately shop for a middle schooler, what was cool and what wasn’t (a lesson Satoru did not take to heart), how to even talk to kid his age—not quite a baby, not quite an adult. He learned how much maintenance it really takes to have a pet—how much more it is to have two—and that for the first few years, at least, those pets are really yours, and not your kids. Megumi, who sometimes Satoru feels raised him and not the other way around, was honestly, probably the best experience a first time parent could ask for, even if the kid was bit sulkier and serious than most.

Yuuji taught him how even the smallest, most niche things can become a hobby of greater interest for a teenager. One second Satoru was funding four different gym memberships, then it was a $2000 computer and Twitch channel, then it was study abroad cooking lessons. Teenagers have a lot of interests, it’s important to let them explore all of them, even if they don’t all become lifelong passions. It’s also important to push them to try things they don’t think they like, whether that’s sports or vegetables—it’s just cauliflower, Yuuji, it won’t kill you.

Yuuta taught him that those puppy love crushes can be, and to the kids, are very real. It’s okay to tease, but if a kid can ask you for advice about love, it means they can see that you’re loved; that maybe, even if it’s in a different way, they love you, too. He also taught Satoru that, yes even though he’s technically encroaching upon adult age, that he’s still very much reliant on the advice and expertise of adults—that no matter how old kids get, they’ll always need you.

(That brought Satoru a lot of comfort, not that he’d admit it to anybody).

And your kid isn’t even a teenager, not even close at barely seven years old, but that’s when Satoru first started learning from Megumi, and it’s starting to hit a little close to home. His little boy isn’t so little anymore and he wants to scream about it. He doesn’t need extra hugs before he’s dropped off at school, he doesn’t need Satoru’s help playing games, he doesn’t even need help with his laundry.

Satoru all but cries to you. “Maybe he got swapped with a clone. I was never that independent that young. He’s supposed to be my mini me. It’s too soon, somebody must have taken our real baby,” Satoru practically has tears in his eyes, clinging to you in fetal position as you attempt to read your book in bed.

You give up, setting your book down to place a hand on your husband’s head. “Will you relax. Isn’t it a good thing?”

“Absolutely not. I miss when he was small.”

“He’s barely a three and half feet tall.”

“Smaller. Next thing you know, he’ll be taller than me. I can’t take that,” Satoru sighs. You know he’s being dramatic, but you get it; they grow up far too quickly. “I want him to be my baby forever.”

“He is your baby. And you still have a whole lot of babies,” you remind him. “Didn’t Yuuji ask you help him with his car stuff the other day? I think you’re still Megumi and Yuuta’s emergency contact.”

“Those are big babies, I want smaller babies,” Satoru frowns, pressing his cheek against your tummy. You chuckle and run your hands through his hair. A few moments of silence pass, and Satoru brings a hand to rub against your stomach, before quietly posing the question that’s been on his mind for far too long, “What if we had another?”

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gojo with twin sons🥺 one who has his father’s personality and the other who’s shy and clings to legs before he’s ready to speak :( and and having disney movie nights with them omg im gonna cry

STOPPP ITT RIGHT NEOOWWWWW!!!!!! It’s the “older” twin that’s the quieter of the two, and his younger counter part is Satoru’s carbon copy. The dramatic screamer, the one who needs just a little more affection, the one more likely to cry when you’re not around. The twins aren’t opposites, however. They both share a penchant for sweets that was obviously inherited, they both love physical affection—they just ask for it in different ways or at different times, they both have Satoru’s wide grin. It’s when they have to interact with strangers that their differences truly show.

Satoru takes both the boys up to food stand at the amusement park, the younger one on his shoulders, loudly and proudly telling the cashier that he wants a blue snow cone, before the older one is tugging at Satoru’s pants to point at something on the menu. Satoru bends down to hear him a little better (and the kid does the same, bending over Satoru’s head and clinging to his hair for purchase to hear his brother). Satoru only encourages him to tell the cashier himself, and his twin goes out of the way to tell him to “Come up here!!” and that’s when Satoru smiles, picks his other little boy up to rest on his hip, careful to rest his other hand against the leg of the one on his shoulder, and smiles proudly when the boy confidently asks for a red snow cone.

(Satoru gets a purple one, obviously).

Disney nights include a minimum of three movies every time: one pick from either twin, and Satoru begging you to watch either The Princess and the Frog, or the Hannah Montana Movie for the umpteenth time. Even the twins have learned to let him have his way (and to give their dad extra cuddles when the sad songs come on, because he will cry otherwise). Usually it’s you sitting up, with both the younger twin and Satoru’s head in your lap, while the older twin lays down on Satoru’s chest. Any vaguely sad moment results in Satoru getting little kisses to his cheek and chubby palms grabbing at his face from either angle to hush him, “It’s okay, daddy, it’s a movie.”  

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when your children are still babies, they get so so upset when gojo comes home and doesn’t immediately pick them up. your baby has recently learned that the sound of the front door opening and closing usually signals the return of their father so tonight, when the door opens, your baby’s head perks up. when he finally takes his shoes off and makes his way into the home, he spots his little angel on the couch. “hi baby!” he coos at them with a smile on his face and his hands full with some packages. “let me go put these down and i’ll be right back!” he tries to explain, to which your baby just obliviously smiles at, just happy to see their father and know that he’s giving them attention. but when they realize that he’s leaving their sight and didn’t immediately pick them up… oh have mercy. it becomes a shit storm because who does he think he is?? to not give his baby all his time and attention! gojo comes running back into the living room confused as to why they’re crying but as soon as he picks them up, they stop crying and start giggling. what a dramatic little baby you’ve been blessed with. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ig

— doc dad levi anon

SHUT UPPPPP because you know Satoru loves the attention too, they’re a perfect match together bye. All you can do is stand, bemused, as Satoru picks up the baby and almost instantly quells his crying, rocking him back and forth before stretching his arms to hold the kid at eye level with him and cooing, “Oh, I’m sorry my love, I missed you too, soooooo much,” Satoru bends his arms to brush their noses together and grin at the giggles the baby emits, “You missed me too, yeah? Aren’t you the sweetest little thing, missing me like that? So precious.” Satoru covers the baby in kisses and sweet words for nearly five straight minutes and they both love to bask in each other’s attention (you have the videos to prove it).

Something kinda funny tho is… you’re 98% sure your son can tell that Satoru will give into quickest lmfaoo. Your baby cries sometimes when you have to leave him, sure, and can definitely throw a fit when he wants your attention—but he seems to know to cry (or squeal, or babble, or screech) on demand for his sucker of a father. Nanami, Shoko, Megumi, and Yuuta (your on rotation band of baby sitters) have noticed that the kid loves to be held and has no shame gesturing for it—but they’ve never experienced the baby crying when they so much as step away for a moment, unless he’s hungry or needs to be changed. You don’t have the heart to tell Satoru he’s being played tho, so you just let them have their moment <333 (not that it would matter, Satoru can’t stand to see your kid cry in any capacity, so he’d go right back to giving in; plus it’s a win-win in his book anyway: baby stops crying, and he gets cuddles from his son).

(Then again, you think the need and love for attention might just be genetic, because Satoru has cried big tears a handful of times just leaving you and your baby at home for a few hours).

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mie, do you have any hcs about satoru's kid(s) having to "parent" him more than he should be to them lmao

LMFAO listen, Satoru is a good dad, and his kids look up to him and follow his lead a lot—but the one thing they school him in is confronting and talking about his feelings. They’re not actively trying to council him, of course, the twins are only four afterall, but whether they realize it or not they’re a pretty good influence on him; all the “why” questions they ask lead both them and Satoru to talking about things he didn’t even think he felt or needed to vocalize :(( it’s actually kind of precious :(( even if he’s soundboarding with some kids

Like, they’re watching a movie or something together right, something they’ve seen before which is why when Satoru starts mumbling about two of the characters, the older of the twins turns right in his lap and says, “Daddy you always talk at this part.”

“No I don’t!” he quick to taunt, turning to the other twin at his side for backup, but he agrees with his brother. Satoru pouts, “Maybe, whatever. I don’t like this part.”

“Why?” the one of the left prompts, looking up at his dad. Satoru frowns; those eyes are his own, and they’re staring right into his soul.

“I just don’t,” he hums, hoping to satisfy the curious children. It doesn’t—and it doesn’t help that they’re twins, because Satoru swears they’ve got some kind of telepathic communication going on with the way they look at each other, then back at him and ask again in unison: “Why?”

“Because, they just leave Tinkerbell behind. That’s not very nice,” Satoru confesses, once again hoping his explanation satiates the twins.

The boy in his lap blinks. Satoru knows he’s in for it. “But they come back for Tinkerbell,” he reminds his father, shuffling around in his lap to rest his head against Satoru’s chest, “That’s nice, daddy.”

“But it’s not nice when they leave her,” Satoru pouts, “It wouldn’t feel good if your brother left you behind, right?”

“Oh,” the other twin gapes, “Does it make you sad?”

“No,” Satoru scoffs, but his tone is too defensive—makes the kids even more curious, and again he’s got two sets of wide eyes staring at him and asking, “Why?”

He sighs, gentler, more honest, “Maybe a little.”

A moment passes where they’re all quiet. Satoru’s not sure of what to say next, worried he might have made the twins upset, when the eldest of the two nuzzles his head against his chest and gently grabs his shirt, “I would be sad like Tinkerbell, I think—I think I’m already sad when you and mommy leave when we go to school.”

“Mommy says it’s okay to have missing feelings,” his brother pipes in.

“Your mother is right,” Satoru chimes in, a nostalgic grin forming on his lips, “We miss you guys, too. Work is not as fun as school.”

The boy by his side frowns, “You work at a school, daddy.”

Satoru chuckles, moves his arm to pat his head, “Yeah, but I work with big kids, not cute little kids like you two.”

The kid giggles under his father’s affection, and for good measure, Satoru squeezes the boy on his lap and little closer to him, too. He smiles too, wiggling around to tuft more of Satoru’s shirt into his small fist.

“Are the big kids nice?”

“Of course!” Satoru grins, “You know that—you’ve met them before. Aren’t Maki and Yuuji and their friends super nice?”

“Oh, yeah,” his son blinks; then smiles, “Yuuji is super nice.”

“Yuuji is the best,” the other twin pipes, “I like Nobara, too—and I like Toge because he gives me piggy back rides.”

“Me, too, I like Toge, too! And, and—and Yuuta because Yuuta does the best pushes on the swings.”

“Does he now?” Satoru questions with a smile.

He gets a nod of confirmation, “Yuuta is really nice. He always gives me more snack, but Yuuji is my favorite.”

“Oh? Yuuji is your favorite? Not me or mommy?” Satoru teases. Both the boys claw at him, talking over each other in exclamations of—“No, you and mommy are the best, too!” and “You’re my favorite favorite!”

He accepts the proclamations with many kisses, genuinely happy to have both his boys in his arms. Satoru kisses both of their heads before they settle back down. They’ve missed a good portion of the movie talking, but neither them seem to mind. Satoru isn’t watching much of it any more himself, busy with thinking about how he’s blessed with such perceptive and intelligent little kids.

“Daddy,” a small voice breaks through his thoughts; Satoru turns to his side, “Are you still sad?”

Satoru purses his lips. He wonders just how much they catch onto—or, perhaps, if he was never that good at hiding it to begin with.

“No,” he answers honestly, “You boys make me very happy.”

His soon looks up at him with a toothy grin. Satoru expects another question, maybe even a—“You make us happy, too, daddy!”—but nothing could have prepared him for what his son says next:

“Hey, daddy, doesn’t Nanamin look like Tinkerbell?”

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Can we have more or that gojos son saying baby all the time🥹

Yes of course, of course... I have much to say, always.

Satoru was warned of the terrible twos and potentially even terrible threes, but if you ask him, he would stop at nothing to keep his precious baby boy this age forever. Because nothing will prepare him for the transition from baby, to daddy, to just dad—and sure, it’s not conventional for your toddler to call you “baby,” but nothing about Satoru or your little family has ever been conventional, so, no, this kid can’t do a single thing wrong as far as he’s concerned—especially when the toddler looks up at him with those big, round eyes (his eyes; your eye color, but everybody will agree the kid has his eyes) and calls him “baby”—and once, Satoru came home from a long day and scooped the kid up in his arms and swung him around the living room, “Hi, baby boy!” with kisses to match, only to have his heart squashed in his chest when the kid stops giggling enough to say, “Hi, baby boy!” right back. 

By two, the kid’s vocabulary is every expanding and he takes to babbling to and with anybody he can, but one thing remains the same: calling anyone baby. Satoru will see him trying to put on his sneakers, and bend down, carefully pulling the tongue out of the shoe and asking with a sweet smile, “Need help, baby?” Of course, his son accepts, leaning his weight on his father’s shoulders as he gets help stepping into his shoes. It’s but the next day, when you’re getting ready to go grocery shopping, that your toddler waddles up to you, left shoe in hand, outstretching toward you, with a determined look on his little face before he inquires, “Help, baby?” 

Yuuji is always thoroughly surprised to hear your kid call him “baby,” but he entertains it just as well as Satoru. “Who’s the baby here?” he questions playfully, rolling on his side with an exaggerated puzzled look on his face. From his playmat, the toddler giggles, pointing at Yuuji with a wide grin, “You, baby!” Yuuji taps at his chin quizzically, emitting more giggles from the toddler, who now crawls over to him until he can lay right next to his face. “I’m the baby? Or you’re the baby?” Yuuji asks again, reaching out to grab the kid by his waist, laying on his back to hold him above his chest now. The two-year-old is swimming in laughter now, unable to answer Yuuji through all his laughter; and when the pink haired boy has tortured him enough, he lowers him to his chest, carefully tapping at his nose, before grinning, “Come on, let’s get you some lunch, baby.”

When you’re holding your kid on a routine walk in the park, Satoru next to you as you both talk about what to grab for dinner, Satoru feels small taps on his shoulder, your son reaching across to grab his father’s attention. You both question what he needs, to which he balls up every little finger but his pointer, and points it just a bit over your shoulder, with a happy exclamation of, “Look, baby!” looking back between his parents, excitedly, “Swings!” (Of course, the three of you stop for an impromptu swing break. It gives you and Satoru the stability to coo over your sweet child, and finally decide on chicken for dinner). 

Megumi will not admit to being flustered by a child, but he will not deny that there is something so incredibly endearing about being addressed so sweetly by the baby. He doesn’t even consider himself the best babysitter in the world, but to this kid, he might as well be a saint—and perhaps, not everyone would take the word of a newly turned three-year-old as law, but for Megumi, it’s enough. “Memi, remember when we wen—wented to the playground in California?” the kid smiles up at him (and he’s got Satoru’s smile, too, undeniably). Megumi nods, thinking back to Christmas vacation the year before; it makes his smile wider. “I misses—missed playing. I missed you, baby.” And Megumi can’t help himself when he hugs the kid to his chest, “I missed you, too.” 

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gojo twins gojo twins gojo twins

Okay okay okay let’s play a game called which one of your loved ones is the best at telling the twins apart! 

In first place has to be Nanami. Even when they’re newborns, he’s by far the best at discerning them (sometimes even better than Satoru LMFAO). The twins aren’t so rambunctious that they try to play pranks and purposely deceive the adults around them, but occasionally, there is a blame dispute that has to be settled, and like all other kids, the twins point their fingers at each other. It never works when Kento is doing the babysitting, the twins fear he’s the one with eyes everywhere, not their dad.  

Yuuta seems to just know. Which makes sense, because the twins are two different people, after all; but he’s never shown any hesitance in knowing which is which. It’s kind of impressive. Again, the twins rarely try to trick anyone on purpose, but they are identical, and at the end of the day, many people confuse them at first. Never Yuuta. Maybe that’s why he’s earned himself a top 3 ranking among their babysitters.  

Megumi knows purely because he can always tell which is the younger one (by 12 minutes) because that’s the twin that acts more like Satoru. Even when they’re not talking, Megumi swears the younger one even manages to sit in silence like his father. Maki is also scarily good at telling them apart, personality be damned. With her eyes shut, she could tell you which one of them is crawling around. Neither Maki nor Megumi will ever let any Gojo have the best of them like that.  

Yuuji and Toge have the occasional slip up when calling their names (saying one when he meant the other), but neither are fooled whenever the twins or Satoru himself try to pull a prank. From the jump, Yuuji is someone who claims the twins are so different, even when they’re just months old; and Toge says he can hear the difference and discern them even by facial expressions. Sometimes, they both like to watch them prank other people, even encourage the antics for entertainment purposes. Probably why Toge and Yuuji make up the remaining spots for top 3 babysitters ranking by the twins.  

According to Nobara, your brats look and sound the same anyway, and if there’s two of them at the end of the day, does it matter that she knows who is who? She usually just calls their names to get their attention individually if she needs to, it’s her favorite cheat code. Once she and Yuuji were babysitting and split up with one twin each, and she was certain she had one when in fact she had the other. It kind of infuriates her, but she plays it off as indifference. She does get much better as they get older.

I’ll throw you all a bone and put Suguru in this, but I’m tell you right now he sucks at telling the twins apart, Satoru being his best friend be damned. They literally get to their teen years and he’s still getting corrected with the, “Suguru, I’m the other twin.” He tries, truly, but they’re just both so... Satoru to him, it really messes with his head sometimes. He does a lot of bribery, usually in the form of “if you don’t tell your mother about this, I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

Shoko was a big part of your pregnancy from a medical standpoint, but for the life of her she cannot tell those twins apart. She honestly finds their presence a little unsettling because they look so much like Satoru. They like her tho, because her apathy to watching them reads more as “cool, chill aunt” in their toddler minds. Aunt Shoko is a 10/10 in their books, even if she mixes them up 80% of the time.  

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gojo with a baby… say more

Just picture him with the cutest, roundest, chunkiest little baby you’ve ever seen in your life. The kid is barely a few mo the old, but you can already tell you’re raising Gojo 2.0—your baby is always smiling, always laughing, always hyper, and always always always wants affection. The baby looks exactly like him, too—feature wise, that is; he’s got his eyes, his nose, his grin albeit toothless at the moment, even the same little scrunch between his eyebrows when he’s upset or hungry.

Doesn’t read bedtime stories, just holds his son to his chest and gently pats his back while he recounts memories of you and his friends. Many times you’ve come home from work to see the two on the couch, and Satoru musing to your infant, “You’re not gonna believe it, but your uncle Nanamin was quite the wildcard back in the day! Ah, when you get all your vaccines and he can come over you’re gonna love him. There was this one time in highschool—”

Crouching down to take pictures of the baby at any given moment. Your kid has just barely learned to stand up and wobble on his two legs, and Satoru feels the need to “capture the moment” every time, flashing his camera in the baby’s face—much to his delight, he seems to also have inherited Satoru’s love of attention—and cooing about how he’s such a good boy, how fast he’s growing up.

The most dramatic actor when your son gets older, any time they play fight, Satoru is working for his Oscar. Head flung back, gasping for air in his dramatic “death,” waiting for his son to shove at his chest and tell him to wake up. He always waits a few seconds before sitting up suddenly and scooping the kid up his his arms, getting his revenge in the form of tickles and tummy kisses.

When your son is learning to speak, one of things he picks up on his the plethora of pet names Satoru uses to refer to him and you. He eventually takes to calling you two (and any adult he holds affections for) “baby,” because that’s what Satoru uses the most often. He comes home from work and his greeted by chubby arms in the air and the most precious squeal of “Hi, baby!” from his son. You come home to hug him after a long day of work and your toddler smushes your face between his little palms and cheers, “Missed you baby!”

Goes outside with glitter on his face and star shaped pins in his hair because he forgot about his “makeover” before heading to the store. You’re giggling when he gets home and you remind him, but he just smushes his cheek to yours to spread the glitter.

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ok hear me out, mie: you, gojo, your twin sons, traveling on vacation

Family vacation are you kidding me…. ok ok we can discuss the actual vacation but an underrated part of that is the travel that it takes to get there. 

The twins are just a little over three years old when you and Satoru decide it’s a good time for your first long-distance family vacation. You’ve tested the waters with shorter day trips that required a few hours of driving, a few overnight stays, even a weekend trip to a nearby amusement park, and the twins seem to have taken to traveling fairly well—you’ve only had one instance of one of the boys messing themselves up, but it was a fairly quick fix. 

This is the first time they’re traveling on an airplane, and Satoru has hyped it up so much, it’s nothing but pure excitement the second you step into the airport. The older twin holds onto your hand, wide mouthed as he looks up at all the lights and signs and flags in the airport; the younger one that sits on Satoru’s shoulders when you’re checking in, wowed by everything on the screen and happily greeting the employees who scan your passports.

The twins are cute the entire time—in awe of the airport and asking questions about everything they see—but you have to admit, Satoru looks equally as cute. He rolls yours and his check-on suitcases to your terminal with each twin sitting atop the luggage, holding on to the handle and smiling up at their dad. He’s even got one of their little backpacks slung over his shoulder, the bright pattern of the Sesame Street characters sticks out from his otherwise all grey sweats but somehow it still manages to work. You hold onto the other’s bag, along with your own purse and can’t help but to film your boys as Satoru pushes them a little harder and lets the luggage roll ahead of him. 

When you get to your gate, the twins are all over you, crawling into your lap and excitedly pointing out the window when your plane makes it way to your gate. Satoru leaves to get you some coffee, sure to come back with two tiny cups of warm milk so that the boys don’t feel left out—and of course, he takes a million pictures of the three of you, as if he doesn’t already have three albums’ worth. The boys technically have their own seats in their little pod in first class, but they opt to sleep on top of you and Satoru anyway, and who are you to deny them? The flight attendants are in love with your little family, and the younger twin—the most like his father, of course—even charms the co-pilot into greeting you all. 

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Thinking thoughts about Satoru…like how handsome he looks when he’s wearing sunglasses :/ bet that man has a whole collection of versace and prada

Hehehe... sorry for taking forever to answer this, but, unfortunately, I agree, and I think about this all too often ://

He’s got a million pairs—some colorful, some bedazzled, some square, round, cat-eye—but most are black. Relatively simple looking, awfully expensive if you get too close. There’s something about the way he is with his glasses; casual, rehearsed—they’re not an accessory to his outfit like they would be for most people—it’s part of him, his everyday, and he looks really good with them. 

He’s trained himself to easily adjust his glasses from falling off his nose when he’s leaning over you, hugging you from behind, or being just plain nosy about what’s on your phone. You always tease that if he gets any closer or looks any harder that his glasses are going to fall off, to which Satoru always smiles and nudges his head against the side of yours to push his frames back up. 

When he is worried they could fall off, he always finds some place safe for them, whether that’s rushed into your hands, stuffed in your bag, placed on top of your head, or even right on your face. The latter is his personal favorite, always giving you a kiss to the tip of your nose before sauntering off to do whatever impromptu and reckless activity he had up his sleeve. 

He does let them fall on purpose, sometimes. When you walk by in his favorite pair of jeans on you, when you’re wearing that lipstick he likes, when he catches you in his clothes, when you two meet up for a date after work—Satoru will tilt his head down, pull his glasses down enough so you can see his eyes trail you from top to bottom and then back up again before he lets out a whistle that he knows will get him scolded, but he can’t help it. You’re pretty, he wanted to make sure he got a good look.

He hardly ever insists on driving himself, but when he does, it’s usually in the summer in a tiny two-seater with the top down that lets him feel the wind in his hair and he demands you join him in a duet of pop songs sung at the top of your lungs. When the wind gets too erratic (and you and Satoru have gotten far enough outside of the city that going as fast as he likes is somewhat acceptable), he’ll push his glasses up to act as a headband, and you get an even better view of his face, wide smile and crinkled eyes as he tries to hit notes way out of his range. And on your drive back, when the weather is calmer and the sun has set, Satoru once again entrusts his beloved glasses to you, finding time to snap pictures of you sleeping in the passenger seat at red lights. 

Even though black frames are his preference, he has a slew of bright colors and unusual designs. Some he has just to have—collectables, my dear, he always reasons when you question their practicality. But some are just pretty. Though you think he looks good in his usual selection of rounder, black glasses, you can’t help but to be partial to a purple pair he owns, if not for the way the color looks against his hair and skin, then for the soft purple to blue gradient of the lenses that frame his eyes in such a lovely way. And even though the lenses are transparent enough so that you can still see his eyes when he’s wearing them, Satoru has caught on to your preference, and always makes sure to lean his glasses down far enough on his nose and spare you a wink when he puts them on. 

[miekasa]

Gojo’s love language is food. He sees the slightest hint of a pout now you’re at a Michelin star restaurant with Satoru ordering pretty much everything that appeals to him (and you). Tbh it feels more like a pick me up for him than you 💀

Kat, thank you for indulging me always and starting off strong with this... because love is truly stored in the kitchen... or the takeout bag... or the restaurant menu <33 

Satoru is absolutely terrible... but he really does have this thing about his loved ones and food... He’s kind of a glutton, yes; doesn’t have much self-control when it comes to the things he likes or craves, but that extends outside of sweets and expensive dishes, so he gets a pass—but, really, he also has this thing about... providing for the people he cares about, even if his methods are unconventional, and food is just one of the simpler ways to attain that.  

He knows he annoys the hell out of Megumi and Nobara, sometimes even Yuuji, in the embarrassing ways he pesters them into a dinner downtown and his crass behavior at the table, but he’s genuinely, genuinely happy to feed them. There’s a very raw, deep-set feeling of content in his stomach knowing that, at the very least, if he can’t protect them from all the dangers of the world, he can make sure that they enjoy some good food with good company. There’s pride in it, too, something he can’t quite explain, but is happy to feel all the same. But he always masks it by acting the fool, ooh-ing and ahh-ing about the egregious amount of food in front of them with his mouth full, but it’s worth it see them happy, even if it’s at his expense (literally).  

And, so, with you, it’s no different. When he takes you out, he orders too much, he knows that you’ll have leftovers for days, but he doesn’t care—he wants you to be happy in some way, help you to feel relief in some way, even if it’s just knowing your lunch or dinner is taken care of. He wants to take care of you, he likes taking care of you, so sue him if he brings you sweets one too many times per week, if he goes overboard when you say you want take-out for dinner, if he put too much credit on that gift-card to your favorite boba place.  

(On a semi-related topic, he can and will try to feed you when you’re eating with him. There’s really no such thing as “his food” and “your food,” when you’re with him. You’re gonna try what’s on his plate even it means he must spoon-feed it to you, and he will get some of what’s on your plate, even if it ends up with you pinching his ear and telling him off... that honestly might be his true end goal, but we can unpack that later).  

[miekasa]

what do you think about gojo being a dad🤔

Thank you for indulging me, I’m so very happy you asked<3

He’s the dad with matching stuff w his kids. The corny shirts that are like “I’m with trouble,” and his kid’s onesie says “I’m trouble.” Megumi says it’s embarrassing (he had to go through the same shit at one point in time), but that doesn’t stop Satoru, not in the slightest. It also allows him more opportunities for pictures, and if there’s anything he loves, it’s a chance to capture the moment w his little bub.

Picture this: Satoru and his two year old son with a smaller pair of round, black glasses that match his. You’d think it was the kid’s most prized possession the way he’s always so eager to put them on when there’s the slightest amount of sunshine, and uses round fingers to carefully tuck them away when he’s finished. He wears them even when he’s not around Satoru, and it’s moments like that—when you’re just watching your toddler beam up at you behind his shades—that you truly, truly realize how much he’s like his father. (You take a picture and send to Satoru, texting about just how much your son resembles him, and Satoru sends back a selfie of him in the same glasses with a matching grin “TWINSIESSSSS!!”)

You’re not left out of the matching items, don’t worry. Family sneakers, bag charms/keychains, hats, socks—you name it, the three of you have a matching set of them. There’s been times when you put on your house slippers or something, and your toddler will see you, smile, waddle back to his room, and come back with his pair on his feet, then go to your bedroom and come back with Satoru’s dangling off his little hands. Precious. Gonna cry.

[miekasa]

Gojo when sick is the best worst cause he'd 100% be the kind to beg for cuddles and end up getting you sick too (and he wouldn't even hide being happy about it cause now you have to stay in bed with him until you feel better)

He'd try to deny being sick at first until he realises it actually gets your attention -> he then acts sick TM and becomes the most dramatic you've ever seen him "I think I've got a fever can you check ? Are you sure you got it right ? No no I feel feverish check again"

He'll also be super annoying the worse he feels "No I don't want to eat that" "It's too hot, gimme the blanket" "No now it's too cold *proceeds to push the blanket away til it's on the floor*" "Let's cuddle- what do you mean no ? Naaah I promise I won't get you sick don't worry" which ends up with a) him pushing you away when he finally falls asleep cause he got too warm and b) you waking up feeling sick thanks to his clingy ass

Also he always complains when he has to take his medicine

Satoru is absolutely the worst, most insufferable patient anybody could ask for. He rarely ever gets sick, but when he does catch something, it’s like he’s been run over by a truck—his fever is way higher than it should be for the average cold or flu, his stomach hurts even though it’s not a stomach bug, he’s coughing up a lung just breathing sometimes. You have to feel sorry for him… even if being sick does nothing to curb his over the top personality; if anything, all of his symptoms seems to only heighten Satoru’s need for attention and affection (and conveniently, he never seems to lose his voice).

And you’re right, at first he does try to play it off, but the inevitable will happen (he will start sneezing all over the place) and—oh, what’s this… are you doting on him over a few sniffles? The next few days might be hell for his body, but Satoru’s on cloud nine in his mind because he’s about to have your undivided attention. Life is good (actually, it kinda sucks because his stomach is beating him up from the inside out, but you’re rubbing his back and feeding him bone broth when his head is not in a toilet so life is actually great).

He’s insufferable because his tolerance for being sick is equivalent to that of a toddler, but also because he’s picky like one, too. “Do we have beef broth instead of chicken? Wait—how do you know you have to take my temperature under my tongue? What about in my—achoo­—in my ear, I’ve seen that, too!... That can’t be my temperature, isn’t that too high?” “No, I need more medicine, give it back! Didn’t you see I’m basically a volcano!” “Satoru, you whined about the taste before, and now you want more? You can’t just have it now, there are limits.”“I am going to evaporate.” “I am going to eviscerate you if you don’t sit down.” “That’s so mean, I’m dying over here :(”

All that to get you sick in the process and then act like all is well. “This is what they mean by in sickness and in health right, darling?” Satoru grins, far too happy for a man who’s been eating crackers and pedialite for the past 48 hours. You glare at him, pulling your shared blanket up to your chin. Of course he got you sick, too. Of course you fell for it. You can tolerate a cold, but you swear if you start puking, you’re going to kill him once and for all. Satoru pays no attention to your murderous glare, only laying his head on your chest with a sniffle, “It’s good practice for when we’re married, don’t you think?”

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give us more dad gojo <3

Satoru was never a master chef, but he could always get by. He learned how to make simple foods when he was taking care of Megumi—got really good at comfort foods because those are things you can’t really substitute by going out to eat or ordering in. But, he starts taking cooking classes from the moment you two seriously started talking about and/or trying for a kid. Did his research on baby foods vs formula, when to start baby-led weening, saved videos of frozen pacifier popsicles to recreate at a later date. He’s come to really enjoy cooking, even if he does sometimes forget how to portion for a baby.

Newborns sleep and lay pretty scrunched up at first, and Satoru adores that scrunch with every fiber of his being and he yearns for it to return every single day. When you tell him it's a good thing that your infant can now stretch his limbs properly, Satoru just pouts, “But that means he’s already getting bigger :(” He loves cuddling, regardless, and will find any and every excuse to hold his son to his chest.

He’s never quite been fragile with anything in his life—he’s gentle, sure, and loves you with care, but you’re still known to bring that softer side out of him; when Megumi was under his direct care, he can’t say he treated him like a baby, because that’s not the kind of kid that Megumi was, nor was that the kind of guardian Satoru needed to be to him; he’s always been kind of sink or swim in his teaching style with his student, too—but here, with his baby in his arms, Satoru traces the top of his head with just his pointer finger, careful to treat him with the utmost fragility.

Happily goes outside with the baby strapped to his chest, matching sunhats on as they take a walk around the neighborhood. Satoru pretends to know about the trees and yaps on about different dog breeds they see, and the infant blinks as if he understands his father. (Satoru firmly believes that he can understand him, and you suppose that when your kid starts talking much earlier than expected, it has something to do with the way Satoru babbles to him at his earliest convenience).

[miekasa]

i get the inkling that gojo would contract 'man flu'.

Leave him aloneeeee he’s just a baby!!! He’s doing his best!! Okay fr tho I think being sick starts out one of two ways with Satoru, but honestly ends up in the same place. Either, one, he already knows he’s sick and/or is coming home sick and starts off being exceptionally needy and unwilling to do anything without the help of his “pretty little personal nurse, whom I love so much,” he sings, with nasally notes every time you remind him to take more Tylenol or bring him a cup of tea. He’s particularly insufferable and is reduced to the appetite of a child (see: chicken soup without carrots or celery, and with curly noodles only), but with his grown ass budget (see: the organic, grass-fed chicken breast, and home-made chicken stock, and yukon gold potatoes); which is all to say, he’s extra picky, and whiny, and all he really wants is your undivided attention.  

Or, two: he doesn’t even know he’s sick until someone else calls him out on it. He genuinely just thought he was having one of those days, and didn’t think to remedy it with medicine—just with putting a little extra effort into his jokes and affection. It’s when he goes to wrap his arm around your shoulder that you realize something is off, and when you question him about burning up and sniffling, only then that it dawns on him—oh, he’s sick, not tired. Of course, once this discovery has been made, he’s all over you, whining about how you’ve got to take off work with him to take care of him, and pamper him, and help him wash his hair because, “What if my fever gets too high and I can’t walk from the shower to my bedroom? Then I’d be sick, on the floor, with a fever, and with my dick out—babe, you can’t let that happen to me.”