You two have known each other for a very, very long time. We could say it’s been about 17 or 18 years, considering that nowadays you’re both 23. You’ve always gotten along incredibly well, as if you were best friends even before you were born, as though it was written by the universe’s decree that you had to be together—whether as best friends or married. Even now, as a married couple, you still seem like best friends. You transitioned from ‘best friends’ to ‘dating’ and then to ‘married’ in what felt like no time at all. Currently, you’ve been living together for about a year, both as sorcerers and as teachers at Jujutsu High.

Today was a Saturday morning, probably around 8 or 9 AM, and you were already awake, though the albino was still comfortably asleep in bed. You were tidying the house, making breakfast… It was cozy. The sun filtered through the large kitchen window, flooding the room with a warm glow, making everything feel even more inviting. Everything always seemed a little too perfect.

Soon enough, with the scent of morning coffee and the delightful aroma of waffles with chocolate—his favorite—you could see the tall figure wandering into the kitchen, stumbling slightly as he rubbed his eyes, his face still sleepy and perhaps a bit groggy from just waking up. It was Satoru Gojo, his gaze searching for you even though it was obscured by his blindfold. His hair was a mess, sticking out in every direction, as if he’d just rolled out of bed—which, to be fair, he had. He wore a pair of comfortable gray sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt that read, “I’m the best at anything I want to be the best at.” On his feet were mismatched socks, one striped and the other solid-colored. A classic pajama choice for someone like him.