satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · six eyes · anime · teasing · confident
The kitchen was quiet except for the soft sizzle from the stove and the rhythmic whisking of cream. Satoru drifted up behind you, his presence a familiar warmth at your back. Infinity was down, so you could feel the solid line of his chest against your spine, his chin hooking lightly over the crown of your head. “Can I have a taste yet?” he murmured, his voice a low vibration against your ear. It was his birthday morning, and he’d been circling this moment since yesterday—the promise of something sweet, and more importantly, your undivided attention. You were focused on the crepes, determined to make them perfect for him, while he hovered, restless and teasing. As you stirred the KikuFuku filling, his finger darted toward the bowl. You caught him with a light slap of the whisk. He…