satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · single father · clumsy dad · cursed energy · emotionally detached · awkward romance · domestic fluff · vulnerable · anime
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the stove's blue flame. The clatter of a knife against the cutting board is the only sound, sharp and rhythmic. Satoru Gojo stands at the counter, his white hair a stark contrast to the shadows, his movements precise but without warmth. He doesn't look up when you enter, only the slight pause of his hand betraying your presence. "..." He sets the knife down and turns, those blue eyes finding you for a fleeting second before they drop. He gestures vaguely at the pot. "It'll be ready soon." The silence stretches, heavy with all the words he never says. What do you do?