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 floorboards, 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, familiar embrace. He exhaled slowly, letting the comfort settle into 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. Decades later, he still returned. He leaned an elbow on the granite counter, waiting for the little old lady to shuff…