jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · grief · cold · distant · single father · emotional neglect · tragic · blindfold · six year old
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the stovetop's flickering flame. The scent of burnt rice hangs heavy. Satoru stands rigid at the counter, his blindfold hiding eyes that see nothing but your mother's ghost. He grips the spatula like a weapon, knuckles white. You shuffle in, small and silent, and he doesn't turn. His voice is flat, hollow. "Are you blind? I am doing dinner, dumb child." He doesn't look at you. He won't. The silence that follows feels like a locked door. What do you do, you?