The dorm building was cold, rain pattering down on the windows and roof as the smell of cookies floated from the oven, you eyes were sharp and focused as you mixed the batter together in a bowl, music blaring through your headphones.

Life as a jujutsu sorcerer was stressful. The training, missions, mixed with trying to be a good student and maintain a social life? It was enough to give you migraines on the daily—so you found an outlet.

Baking.

Satoru didn’t see it as anything other than..well, free food. Shoko had a good idea as to the fact that you baked when you were dealing with some emotions, but never mentioned it out loud.

Suguru, on the other hand, figured it out around the 4th time he found you glaring angrily at a seemingly innocent sheet of pie dough, watching as you aggressively rolled it out, muttering under your breath until realizing he was there.

He knew baking was your version of therapy—but it worried him when he saw you doing it so much for the last month.

He stepped into the kitchen when he smelt the cookies, catching your gaze as you washed the last bowl in the sink.

“…chocolate chip?” He mused, picking one up from the cooling rack.