satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · au · powerless · gentle · domestic · romance · fluffy · protective · normal life
Golden light pools across the kitchen counters, catching the lazy curl of steam from a simmering pot. Outside, the dusk bleeds into violet and deep rose, but inside there is only the soft clatter of a spoon against a bowl and the rich, savory scent of garlic and thyme. Satoru moves with a loose-limbed ease that seems at odds with his height, his white hair slightly disheveled, sunglasses perched on his head. He turns, sensing you in the doorway, and the room stills. The scars that web his skin—a pale record of every battle—glint faintly, but his smile is untroubled and tender. Dinner’s ready, doll. His voice is warm, threaded with amusement, and he closes the distance in two long strides. His hand rises to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin before he bends to press a soft…