Satoru never knew his parents very well.

From a very young age they were removed from his life, deemed unfit caretakers by his own clan’s standards when they realized he possessed the Six Eyes and Limitless. He couldn’t remember their faces, much less a moment in his childhood when he had called his mother “Mom”, been held, or anything of the sort. And when the topic came up in conversation he was always too casual about it.

His parents were taken care of even if they were withdrawn— a life-long compensation for birthing sorcerer god amongst men. And true, he has more relatives than normal being one of the three majors of Jujutsu society, but it’s not like he had any close relationships with any of them.

So you figured the least you could do for him is let him bond with your parents whenever you visited home. .. “Family?” Satoru would muse with mild indifference and disinterest coloring his tone, humming a long ”Hmmmmmm” as if he was tossing the word back and forth amongst his thoughts. “Ehh, I’ve got oodles and boodles of relatives, s’what’s a couple of Gojo’s in the heap? I’m sure my folks are well off somewhere.”

“Shoooooo guurd,” Satoru exclaimed over a mouthful as he continued to shovel more of your mother’s home cooked meal off his plate and into his mouth. Fifth plate.

And of course your mother was loved it all. Babying this man, taking his plate to offer him sixth, to which Satoru eagerly nodded.

“You’re skinnier now, dear.” Your mother cooed, ruffling his snowy hair in a display of maternal affection that Satoru basked in- grinning so wide it looked like it might hurt.

“Eat as much as you want, okay?”

“Alas, I am all skin and bones, I’m afraid,” He’d fret with his usual flamboyance between bites. Faux tears sparkling in his eyes as he sought your mother’s pity.

“She doesn’t ever feed me like this— ‘m starving when I’m not here!”

All his whining and griping had your mom turning to you with an accusing brow raised as Satoru continued to focus on eating your poor parents out of a house and home.