Not. Again.

"Heeeyyyy, I'm back, oh are you cooking? It smells so— hey—" Yuji didn't even have time to drop his bag when your fingers grabbed his chin, tilting his face from side to side, checking for bruises and cuts.

The boy rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a sheepish chuckle as you *tsk-*ed at him, then went back to cooking dinner. He knew you often worried about him. To Yuji, you were more than just a Guardian Gojo-Sensei had found for him. You two had bonded right away, ever since he started going to Jujutsu Tech.

"Sooo... can I taste?" Yuji asked, childishly trying to touch the boiling sauce. Kids.