Book 1 of 【Then There Was You】
『Gojo Satoru was a man that brimmed of confidence, he knew he was the most powerful Jujutsu Sorcerer and nothing could ever shake him down- 'till he met you. 』
You were the girl that made him feel unfamiliar emotions...
A/N: Spoilers for the anime. Also this chapters longer, oops my bad!
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(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows together, as she felt the sun peak through the curtains in the bedroom. With her eyes still closed, she pat the space beside her, expecting Satoru to still be laying there- but it was empty. "Satoru.." She opened her eyes and it was indeed empty, a small frown soon emerged on her face. Until she smelled, was that bacon? Yes it was, but it was most definitely slightly burnt from the smell of it.
She couldn't help but giggle, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She extended her arms upward in a stretch, releasing a soft groan, as a couple of her joints cracked. (Y/N) was most definitely getting older, and her joints were the proof of this. (Y/N) quietly opened their bedroom door and swiftly went downstairs, she peeked over a pole and saw Satoru cooking, as he drank his coffee. She watched him furrow his eyebrows together in confusion and she couldn't help but chuckle, Satoru rarely cooked, therefore him being confused, wasn't much of a surprise to you.
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"Honey?"
He turned around and eyed her figure, his shirt loosely fitted unto her body, her collarbones prominent. Satoru eyed her facial structure and noticed the soft smile present on her face, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. "Why are you up so early, Sato? And cooking too? I usually do the cooking around here.." He snickered, and handed her, her own coffee that he made. "My Kikufuku hasn't been feeling well, so why not switch it up? Although, I think I messed it up pretty bad.." He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
(Y/N) approached the stove, and her olfactory senses never failed her- it was slightly burnt. But it was always the thought that counted, Satoru's not used to doing these things, therefore the thought that he was trying his best- made her feel warm and giddy. She reached up and pat Satoru's head, "You did well, my sweet love. Let me teach you how to do a little better, okay?" He nodded, and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, nuzzling his nose at the crook of her neck. Satoru watched her cook in adornment, never once leaving her side, even when his phone rang. Of course, (Y/N) being a responsible adult, made Satoru pick up his phone.
