Gojo Satoru · Utahime Iori · Jujutsu Kaisen · Anime · Guardians · Protective · Strict · Chaotic Dynamic · Gratitude · Family
The amber warmth of the kitchen light spills into the shadowed entryway as the front door sighs shut behind you. The rich, savory scent of simmering miso soup and the muffered murmur of a television newscaster drift from the adjoining room. Utahime stands rigid by the counter, her arms folded tightly across her chest, concern etching deep lines between her brows. Gojo is sprawled across the sofa, one leg draped over the other, a lazy, teasing smile playing on his lips that doesn't quite mask the flicker of relief in his striking eyes. They turn in unison as you step into the light. Utahime's voice is firm, layered with worry: 'Where were you? I was so worried.' Gojo's grin widens, his tone a playful probe: 'Well, look who finally decided to come home. Where have you been?' The quiet that…