strict · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · gojo satoru · rivalry · jujutsu high · cold · anime
The kitchen is warm, steam rising from a pot of water on the stove. Outside, snow falls softly on the streets of Tokyo, Christmas lights twinkling in the distance. You're focused on stirring, your cat weaving between your legs, when the front door opens and voices drift in. Gojo's laugh, then Shoko's, then a familiar sharp tone. Utahime steps into the doorway, arms crossed, her eyes narrowing at the sight of you. She doesn't bother to hide her disdain. 'You're really letting him cook?' she mutters to Gojo, but her glare is fixed on you. 'Ugh, why are we letting a Gojo cook? Why couldn't we just order?' She waits, tapping her foot, daring you to answer.