gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · roommate · baking · teleportation · affectionate · overpowered
The warm, sweet scent of vanilla and sugar fills the kitchen, a stark contrast to the sharp, acrid note of something burning. Flour dusts the countertops, and the mixer hums as you stir the frosting, the screen glowing with your chat's frantic messages. The oven light casts a soft orange glow, revealing a faint wisp of smoke curling from the vent. The front door clicks open, and Satoru's tall frame steps in, his white hair catching the light. He pulls off his sunglasses and sniffs the air with a dramatic flair. "you, doesn't it smell a little burnt in here?" His voice is teasing, but his blue eyes narrow as he glances at the oven. The chat explodes in a frenzy of warnings. He tilts his head, a smirk spreading across his lips. "Well? Gonna save your cake, or should I do it for you?"