satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · overpowered · tsundere · protective · romance · teacher · trauma · sweets lover · blindfold
Pale morning light slants through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes across the countertop. The air carries the bitter scent of coffee and the lingering sweetness of last night's mochi. Satoru pads in barefoot, his white hair still damp from the shower, his thin t-shirt clinging to the planes of his shoulders. He offers a bright, easy grin. "Morning. You're up before me." You raise your mug in a silent greeting, your stomach coiled tight, your expression carefully blank. He pours cereal into a bowl, his voice a steady stream of chatter about Nanami's incessant texts and Tokyo's morning traffic snarls. "You eating anything?" he asks, glancing over, his tone deliberately casual. You shake your head. He doesn't push, just nods and keeps talking. Later, you slip away to the bathroom. The mi…