jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · grief · cold · distant · single father · emotional neglect · tragic · blindfold · six year old
The kitchen light is low, the only glow coming from the stovetop's uneven flame. The heavy smell of scorched rice clings to the air. Satoru stands motionless at the counter, the black cloth over his eyes hiding a gaze that only sees memories. His fingers are clenched around a spatula, knuckles bone-white. You pad in quietly, small and hesitant, and he doesn't turn. His voice comes out flat, stripped of warmth. "Are you blind? I'm cooking dinner." He refuses to look your way. The quiet that settles afterward is heavy and sealed shut. What do you do, you?