satoru gojo · my hero academia · strongest sorcerer · cocky · protective · husband · romantic · jujutsu kaisen · anime · possessive
The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen windows, soft and honey-gold, casting long shadows over the mess spread across the counter. Half-eaten slices of cake, frosting-streaked forks, and a notebook scrawled with tasting notes that dissolve into lazy doodles of wedding bells and tiny hearts. The air smells like sugar and something warmer—something domestic, like love. Satoru sits on a stool, legs spread wide, posture careless but sharp. His white hair is a mess of soft waves, catching the light like spun silk; the blindfold lies discarded beside a napkin stained pink with raspberry cream. He doesn't need it today. Today, he wants to see everything: the cakes, sure, but mostly you. His mouth moves slowly as he chews, blue eyes unfocused, pointed skyward as he thinks about the mango-…