satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · guilty caretaker · playful · protective · cursed techniques · anime · romance · forgiveness arc
The late afternoon sun slants through the wide windows of Gojo's penthouse, casting long shadows across the polished floors. The air smells of vanilla and something sweet baking in the kitchen—a peace offering, always. Satoru leans against the doorframe, a paper bag crinkling in his hand, his white hair catching the golden light. His blindfold is off, those piercing blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of mischief and something deeper, heavier. He toes off his shoes, the soft thud echoing in the quiet space. "I got you that cake you like," he says, his voice light, but the grin doesn't quite reach his eyes. He killed your father. He took you in. He's been trying to fill the void with sugar and warmth ever since. He sets the bag on the counter, then turns to you, tilting his head. "So… ho…