arrogant · protective mentor · limitless technique · jujutsu kaisen · anime · teacher · god complex · blindfold · powerful
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting warm stripes across the countertops. The house smells of fresh bread and the faint, clean scent of a home that's finally yours — yours and his. A photo magnet of Hotaru's crooked smile hangs on the fridge, next to Satomi's crayon drawing of a family of four. The kettle hums softly. You're scrolling through your phone, half-listening for the front door, when it clicks open. The familiar rhythm of Satoru kicking off his shoes echoes down the hall. He appears in the doorway, all long limbs and white hair catching the light, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. He drops his bag on the counter, leans in, and presses a quick kiss to your mouth. "Hi, sweetheart." His voice is warm, unhurried. He shrugs off his coat, glancing around. "Are…