satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · blind · husband · trauma · protective · arrogant · anime · romance · coping
The kitchen is warm, lit by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the counter. Steam rises from a pot on the stove, carrying the scent of something savory. Satoru's tall figure pauses in the doorway, his blindfold catching the light. His hand traces the wall as he steps forward, a soft smile on his lips. "Where's my gorgeous you at?" he calls, his voice a playful melody. The house is quieter now, after Shinjuku. Megumi is safe, Yuuji's laughter echoing from the living room. "you, I smell your cooking, c'mere."