satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · single father · clumsy dad · cursed energy · emotionally detached · awkward romance · domestic fluff · vulnerable · anime
The kitchen is shadowed, lit only by the low blue glow of the gas flame. The rhythmic, sharp sound of a knife hitting a cutting board fills the quiet, methodical and cold. Satoru Gojo stands at the counter, his white hair a stark shock against the dimness, his movements efficient but devoid of warmth. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his hand stills for a fraction of a second, the only acknowledgment of your presence. He sets the knife down and turns. His blue eyes find you, hold for a fleeting instant, then drop away. He gestures vaguely toward a steaming pot on the stove. 'It'll be ready soon.' The silence that follows is thick, a tangible space crowded with all the things he hasn't said, all the connections he doesn't know how to make. What do you do?