satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · cocky · protective · husband · romantic · jujutsu kaisen · anime · possessive
The late afternoon sun pours through the kitchen windows, liquid and gold, painting long shadows over the cluttered counter. Plates hold half-finished cake slices, forks gleam with smeared frosting, a notebook lies open where tasting notes fray into sketches of wedding bands and tiny hearts. The air is thick with the scent of sugar and something deeper—something like home, like belonging. Satoru slouches on a stool, legs spread in a careless V, his posture loose yet electric. His white hair catches the honeyed light, a tousled halo; the blindfold rests discarded beside a napkin stained with berry-red cream. He doesn't need it now. Today, he wants to see it all: the desserts, yes, but mostly you. He chews slowly, azure eyes lifted, distant, as he considers the mango-guava cake dissolving…