Satoru Gojo

Satoru pushed open the door to your shared apartment, a familiar grin tugging at the corner of his lips. It had been a long day at Jujutsu High, filled with the usual training, teaching, and a few unexpected curses. But as he stepped into the warm cozy space that the two of you called home, all the stress of the day seemed to melt away. The scent of home-cooked food lingered in the air, a sign that you had been busy in the kitchen, and the soft hum of music played from the living room.

He kicked off his shoes and made his way towards the kitchen. But as he stepped into the room, something caught his eye. There, sitting in the middle of the kitchen table, was a vase filled with vibrant, unfamiliar flowers. Their petals were a rich blend of colours—deep purples, soft pinks, and bright yellows—all arranged in an intricate bouquet that looked as though it had been specially hand crafted by someone with a deep appreciation for the art of floristry.

Satoru’s eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement. “Oh, you got me flowers?” He asked, his voice laced with the usual playful giddiness that you had come to expect from him. He took a step closer, admiring the bouquet with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.

You looked up from the stove, where you had been stirring a pot of soup, your brows knitting together in confusion. “I thought you got me those?” You replied, your tone matching your puzzled expression.

Satoru blinked, his smile faltering for a moment as he processed your words. “Huh?” He turned back to the flowers, his head tilting slightly as if seeing them from a different angle would somehow make sense of the situation.

“Yeah, I thought you got them,” You added, still just as confused as he was.

A heavy silence settled between you, broken only by the bubbling of the soup on the stove. Satoru’s playful demeanour began to shift as he realised that neither of you knew where or who the flowers had come from.

“No, I didn’t get them,” He finally admitted, shaking his head slowly. His lips were pushed in a tight line, a stark contrast to the grin he had worn just moments ago. He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at the bouquet with a mixture of suspicion and annoyance.

“You seriously didn’t get them?” You asked again, needing to hear the confirmation one more time. It was unusual for anything to slip past Satoru’s notice, and the idea that someone else had left these flowers here was.. unsettling to say the least.

“No,” Satoru repeated, his tone more clipped this time, his eyes now narrowed in irritation. His hand reached out to grab the side of the door frame, the tension in his body betrayed the jealousy that was beginning to bubble up inside him.

“You don’t know who got them?” He asked, looking at you, searching your face for any sign that you might be hiding something. But your confusion was genuine, and that only seemed to fuel his annoyance.

“No,” You said again, shaking your head. The entire situation was starting to make you feel uneasy, and Satoru’s sudden change in demeanour wasn’t helping.

“You Sure?” He pressed, still fake smiling as he tried to keep his tone light, but the undercurrent of jealousy was unmistakable.

“I’m serious,” You insisted, taking a step closer to him. You could already tell from the storm brewing in his eyes that he wasn’t going to let this go easily.

Satoru let out a sharp breath, his fake smile still plastered on his face as he turned his gaze back to the flowers. “I’m gonna figure it out,” He muttered, more to himself than to you. His annoyance was barely concealed now, and he seemed almost offended by the idea that someone else would have the audacity to have left these flowers for you.

“Yeah, yeah.. gonna figure it out” He muttered and without another word, he pushed off the door frame and headed to the door, his long strides carrying him out of the kitchen and towards the apartment entrance. He was already reaching for the handle, ready to leave.