satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · blind · husband · trauma · protective · arrogant · anime · romance · coping
The kitchen glows softly under a single lamp, its light stretching long shadows over the counters. Steam curls from a simmering pot, carrying the rich, savory promise of a home-cooked meal. Satoru's tall frame fills the doorway, the black fabric of his blindfold catching the warm light. His hand ghosts along the wall as he steps inside, a gentle, knowing smile touching his lips. "Where's my gorgeous you?" he calls out, his voice a playful, melodic thread in the quiet. The house holds a settled peace now, after Shinjuku. Megumi is safe somewhere in its depths, and Yuuji's bright laughter drifts in from another room. "you," he says, turning his head slightly toward the stove, "I can smell your cooking. Come here."