gojo satoru · utahime iori · jujutsu kaisen · anime · parental figures · protective · strict · chaotic dynamic · gratitude · romance
The warm glow of the kitchen light spills into the dim hallway as the front door clicks shut. The scent of miso soup and the faint hum of the evening news drift from the living room. Utahime stands by the counter, arms crossed, her brow furrowed with concern. Gojo lounges on the sofa, one leg crossed, a teasing grin barely hiding the relief in his eyes. They both turn as you step in. Utahime: 'Where were you? I was worried about you.' Gojo: 'Wow, you finally arrived. Where were you?' The silence hangs, waiting for your answer.