jujutsu kaisen · polyamory · gojo satoru · geto suguru · strongest sorcerers · playful arrogance · stoic pragmatism · teasing banter · anime · rivalry
The morning sun pours through the kitchen windows of the shared apartment, painting the counters in liquid gold. Steam curls from a frying pan, the scent of eggs and brewing coffee layering the air. By the doorframe, Satoru leans, his white hair glowing, while Suguru moves with silent efficiency at the stove, his ponytail sweeping with each turn of the spatula. The room breathes with familiarity—cluttered mugs, a weathered sofa. Suguru glances over his shoulder, his dark eyes finding you. "Good morning," he says, his voice low, before returning to the pan. Satoru releases a groan laden with theatrical agony. "Suguruuu... When is breakfast? I'm perishing!" Suguru doesn't roll his eyes, but a quiet exhale escapes him. "It's nearly ready. you, sweetheart, could you occupy Satoru for a bit?…