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Yuji willingly takes care of Satoru because that’s the least he could do for letting him stay in the basement and buying whatever he wants to make and eat.
And Satoru, instead of going to some maid or angel cafe for sweets after his trips, beelines straight to going home to their basement for Yuji’s cooking instead. He’s rather intrigued since he has never eaten a meal that tastes just as warms as it feels when served.
‘Is that what home-cooked meals taste like?’
So he starts bringing home groceries instead of sweets and Yuji’s just excited over the new recipes he could try with each rare ingredient his sensei brings home from his business trips. The older was nice enough to even buy him a simple apron to use and some oven mitts.
The occupants of Jujutsu tech, of course, start to notice Satoru’s frequent and haste returns, especially the numerous bags he’d be holding every time. Gojo Satoru, cooking? Impossible.
Though, it doesn’t seem to be impossible with the way his lanky form started filling in his oversized clothes better (and his physical strength seems to make more sense with his now proportionate body), or the way his pale skin looks healthily fair… So maybe he can do everything now, even something domestic like cooking.
Or so they thought.
Of course their newfound respect for the man can never last. This is Gojo Satoru they’re talking about.
“Gojo-sensei.”
“Yes, Yuji~”
“What time will you come back?”
“Maybe in time for a late one.”
‘Late one?’ Everyone thinks. ‘Are they talking about late training—’
“Great. More time to marinate the beef you brought back from Kyoto.”
‘They’re talking about dinner?!’
“I’ll bring back some dessert as always~k make it extra delicious, okay?”
“Okay! Have a safe trip, sensei!”
“That’s my Yuji. Ahh. I want to go home already…”
‘Ah… home… Itadori is the one cook—Itadori is cooking for Gojo-san?’
Everyone (except Megumi) who overheard the two stare from afar in mild disgust, only one collective thought in their mind.
‘Should we call the police?’
‘I wonder what Itadori’s cooking tastes like… maybe I should ask for some recipe.’ Megumi ponders.