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Satoru Gojo // Too Sweet [💞]

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Short fluff drabble because my blue-eyed king deserves the world <3

Satoru x Baker!Reader

[600+ words]

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⋆ Satoru began to visit your grandmother's bakery ever since he started teaching at Jujutsu Tech. The little, family owned business was easily his favorite place in the entire world. He took one bite of your grandmother's homemade apple pie and was immediately in love. It just felt wrong to go anywhere else every morning before class for some sugar. And Satoru was *far* from unfaithful. Plus, other than sweets, there was something else your grandmother's humble bakery had that no other place could....

-⋆You! Her grandson, her pride and joy, her talented little apprentice. Every morning Satoru would stop by, stroll right in the second the store opened, all in the hopes of maybe catching a glimpse of you stocking the display, or manning the register. Usually, he could catch the silhouette of your figure in the kitchen behind the counter, and on those few times you did notice him, and gave him one of your most dazzling smiles, Satoru's day is made 10x better

Sometimes he wonders if you're just made of sugar yourself,— with the way you make his heart just race and his chest constrict, just like when he downs 10 powdered donuts in one sitting. He could feel his teeth rotting with each warm expression you gave his way, the way you had him in the same feverish ectsady as a sugar rush. Of all the things in your grandmother's bakery, Satoru can't help but think you're the sweetest , (and the tastiest).

the one who inherited the business following her tragic (albeit expected) passing, and soon it was you who stocked the display every day. It was you who took his morning, afternoon, and sometimes late-after-dinner-snack orders. Satoru couldn't help himself, — he swore it was purely for the sweets, - you did make the best treats- but everyone knew otherwise. And no one knew more than poor Megumi....

Just about everyday he'd get his breakfast from you. At this point you've cooked more meals for the kid than Satoru himself has. The poor boy was likely the ultimate victim of Satoru's little obsession. He'd drag him every single morning before school to pick something sweet up. You two became known on a first name basis a while ago. Still, Megumi couldn't complain much, considering as you did cook better meals than the enigmatic white haired bastard

-⋆ Your first impression of Satoru: filthy rich, and wayyyy to confident. In fact, the only reason your grandmother liked him so damn much was the fact that he was practically funding the whole place. No doubt you've racked in dozens of thousands of dollars from him over the years. Half the time he'd give you much more than what was actually necessary, only to tell you to 'keep the change' of what would be thousands of yen

He'd come sauntering in every morning at the crack of dawn, blinding you with a smile that's way too big for a Monday morning, and slide right in by the counter. Letting his sunglasses fall down his face, he'd look up at you with freakish blue eyes through snow white lashes, telling you his typical order

-⋆ He practically combusts on the spot the day he comes in to see you clad in your usual apron, wearing a smile so saccharine it makes his heart just explode. And when he finds out you made a new recipe just for him? Based off of all his favorite deserts (that you took the effort to personally remember??) Oh, he's gone. Just deceased

He sees the flour dusted on your cheek, and he can't help but fantasize about reaching out and just wiping it away.