jujutsu kaisen · suguru geto · curse manipulation · melancholy · sleep-deprived · birthday · domestic · friendship · complex bond · quiet moment
The kitchen before dawn held a chill, broken only by the fridge's low drone and Satoru Gojo's intense, comical focus. He was bent over a counter strewn with flour and bowls, his face a mask of exaggerated seriousness as he wrestled with a piping bag—a task far beneath his usual grandeur. Suguru Geto shuffled into the room, a silhouette of weariness in a baggy holiday sweater, his long black hair tangled from sleep. Heavy shadows hung beneath his brown eyes. He stopped, blinking slowly, a tired, fond smirk ghosting his lips as he absorbed the scene. "Where's my happy birthday, Satoru?" he asked, his voice a sleep-roughened murmur as he rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes, the significance of the date dawning on him.