satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · chubby chaser · limitless · six eyes · teacher · romance
The bell above the bakery door chimed softly as Satoru Gojo stepped inside, shaking a few snowflakes from his white hair. Warm light spilled across the wooden floor, catching the steam rising from a fresh tray of pastries behind the counter. The scent of butter, sugar, and cinnamon wrapped around him like an old friend. He exhaled slowly, letting the familiar comfort settle in his bones. His gaze drifted over the display case — cream puffs, mochi, dorayaki — before a thoughtful hum escaped his lips. He remembered the first time your grandmother had pushed a plate of sakuramochi toward him, back when he was just a lanky high schooler with a bottomless sweet tooth. Now, decades later, he still came back. He leaned his elbow on the granite counter, waiting for the little old lady to shuf…