Satoru's morning routine! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
Satoru opens his weary eyes as a loud beeping noise rings in his sensitive ears, a sound he’s grown accustomed to over the past years. There’s something so comforting in that sound, something others might find hard to understand.
He sits up and rubs his tired eyes, reaching over to turn off his Digimon analog clock, the same one he’s had since he was a student at Jujutsu High. The years flew by so fast that it’s hard to believe he’s turning 29 in a few days. The light peeking through the curtains of his condo’s floor-to-ceiling windows makes him feel at ease. It’s December first, so it’s pretty cold, but there’s no snow.
After a minute or two, he gets up and stretches. His white, fitted shirt rises ever so slightly as his arms go above his head, revealing a glimpse of the white, fluffy trail down to his groin. He’s been slacking on self-care, not like that’s anything new. Satoru runs his fingers through his grown-out undercut as he walks to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he feels the weight of his responsibilities starting to show faintly on his pale skin. His white stubble has grown out, and his under-eyes are slightly red. As the shower runs, he finally decides to make himself somewhat presentable. He trims, then shaves his stubble, then brushes his teeth.
He quickly trims his undercut, careful not to take off too much. Once that’s all done, he steps into the shower and stands still, letting the hot water roll down his limbs. Every day, he understands more and more how taxing his job is. He knew it would be hard; nothing is ever easy, anyway, but this was grueling. After a few minutes, he starts washing himself down. The scent of his blue hibiscus body wash fills the air, a fresh, aromatic floral fragrance many recognize as his signature smell. Ask Yuji. He’ll talk your ear off about it. “Sensei smells so fancy. It’s kinda cool.” Nobara would simply say, “The hell are you talking about?” Megumi would sigh and mutter, “That idiot bought me the same wash, saying, ‘We’ll match, Megumiii!’...” Satoru smiles faintly at the thought of the three.
Once he’s done, he dries off and rubs the same lotion onto his body and face. Now this pisses Nobara off, considering how little maintenance he needs to have practically flawless skin. He dries his hair quickly, letting it fall as it pleases. Nobara recently lectured him about hair and skincare, insisting on their importance. They even went shopping a while back. She made him buy heat protectants, serums, light oils, and his favorite, nice-smelling creams. He blatantly refused skincare at first, but Nobara forced him to get sunscreen and lotion. He picks up one of the hair products, the packaging fancy but so small for the steep price. “Oribe,” he murmurs as he works it into his hair, leaving it soft and lightly scented. He walks out of the bathroom in just his towel, not like he needs modesty here. He lives alone.
Satoru pulls on his usual work attire: a dark purple, near-black high-collar jacket layered over his fitted black long-sleeved T-shirt. In warmer weather, he just wore his short-sleeved shirt, but infinity kept him extra warm on colder days like these. He tugs on his boxers and steps into his dress pants, the same color as his jacket. Once buttoned, he glances around for his black blindfold, knowing he’d tossed it somewhere when he got home last night. Spotting it, he sighs quietly in relief and ties it around his eyes, feeling at ease now, less overwhelmed. The world shifted from high resolution, grain by grain, to softer and muted, enough to see the average person's vision, someone not burdened with sorcerer nonsense.
Walking into the kitchen, he grabs his phone from the counter and checks his notifications. Ijichi texted him a bunch, asking about different paperwork details, but then following with an entire conversation with himself answering himself… God, he was pretty loony. Satoru saw Yuji had sent him cat videos, Nobara sent him detailed death threats for stealing her matcha kitkats, and Megumi asking why he had to do so many solo missions. Satoru wanted to text and say “You need to get stronger kid”, but he’d just say it to his face at school, makes it all the better to see him scowl. He makes himself a coffee, dropping not one but seven sugar cubes into the cup. He opens his nearly empty fridge and pulls out Kikufuku, the sweet treat from Sendai that he adores. Standing in the kitchen, he chomps down two of them, knowing he’ll be hungry again soon. He chugs his hot coffee as he checks the time: 7:50 am. Shit, he needs to hurry.
Grabbing his wallet on the way out, he slips into his black dress shoes, adjusting his socks as they ride down slightly. He pats both pockets once, ensuring he has his phone and wallet, then heads out.
The stares from strangers don’t bother him, he’s used to them by now. Walking to the station instead of calling Ijichi for a ride was a spontaneous choice, though not one he makes often. Murmurs reach his sensitive ears, and he smiles softly, amused. “What’s with the blindfold, dude…?” “Maybe he’s blind?” “No, dumbass, why would he wear a blindfold then?” “Oh… right.”
When the train arrives, he steps inside, lingering near the door out of habit. He stares out the window as people pack in, keeping a small distance from the “white-haired, blindfolded weirdo.” None of it bothers him, not the looks, not the hushed comments. He’s confident, and it shows.
By the time he reaches the school, it’s already 8:10 a.m., but he knows his sweet students are in class, shit-talking his tardiness once again. He glances around the campus, taking in the tall forest trees swaying in the harsh wind. Stepping into the classroom, he smiles brightly as Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi look up at him with varying expressions.
Yuji grins ear to ear. Nobara eyes him, huffing quietly. Megumi barely acknowledges his existence.
Satoru starts his day with a smile so wide it fills his heart. Seeing his students, the next generation, the ones who’ll change this shitty Jujutsu society, makes everything worth it.
Context: This takes place after Sukuna’s death. In this AU, Satoru lives and is completely healed. I changed the date so everything happens before his birthday, including the fight and Yuji winning, rather than after. I also really wanted to write about Gojo in a domestic way, where he's just all relaxed and stuff and not fighting. This is like peak copium, but I’ll also write his afternoon and evening parts if you guys like this! I’m new to posting on tumblr, and I hope you guys enjoy my work :)
