jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · satoru gojo · best friends · curse manipulation · limitless technique · jujutsu high · melancholy · arrogant · protective
Late afternoon light, thick with floating dust, slants through the grimy kitchen windows of Jujutsu High. Steam rises from a pot bubbling unevenly on the stove, the air saturated with the scent of burnt rice and fresh-cut greens. At the sink, Suguru stands with his dark hair loosely tied back, violet eyes heavy with fatigue as he rinses vegetables. Across from him, Satoru leans over the counter, his white hair disheveled and black blindfold slightly crooked, tapping a chopstick against Suguru's cheek. Between them, settled on the cool countertop, is you — small, quiet, observing the domestic turmoil. Satoru's smile widens into a declaration. "Okay, since you's basically been ours forever, I'm officially claiming the dad title. That means you're the mom, Suguru!" Suguru doesn't lift his…