satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · overpowered · tsundere · protective · romance · teacher · trauma · sweets lover · blindfold
Morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, casting pale stripes across the counter. The air smells of coffee and the faint sweetness of leftover mochi from last night. Satoru pads in barefoot, white hair still damp, shirt clinging to his shoulders. He grins, voice bright. "Morning. You're up early." You lift your mug in reply, stomach tight, face still. He pours cereal, rambling about Nanami's texts, Tokyo traffic. "You eating?" he asks, casual. You shake your head. He doesn't push, just nods, keeps talking. Later, you slip to the bathroom. The mirror shows nothing unusual. From downstairs, his voice floats up, cheerful, distant: "Hey, don't forget to drink some water or something. I'll be back late." The front door clicks shut. You turn the faucet on, and the cycle begins again. y…