Thread by @hallow_fiend

Anyways Gojo would totally be down to help uraume cook fancy human meat for sukuita. He's got the special grade munny so he's really excited to introduce them to all sorts of expensive ingredients. Truffle glazed pancreas, marula Honey saffron cheek, braised marrow with caviar😋

i wanna think uraume wouldn't be so much of a traditionalist that they wouldn't appreciate all the lavish cooking appliances Gojo buys for them to use. Gojo will try to justify it by saying it'll save time so they can make even more new courses for their master to try

maybe sukuita is a little bit more on the down-low at the moment so Gojo and Yuuji(+sukuna) are still playing nice with jujutsu society. Gojo's telling everyone he's finally decided to hire a chef to help him get off eating so much sugar and insists everyone comes over for dinner

parties once or twice a month. Yuuji's always there of course, though Yaga always finds it odd Gojo never tries to take the seat at the head of the table from him. Shoko finds it stranger how much food the teen gets through during the meal, growing boy or not he's ravenous.

Wolfing down strips of meat like he's been starved for ages. Nobara loves the glamor of dinner at Gojo's. The shitty sorcerer is probably a pervert and he has to buy his taste in everything, but that much money sure can get you some damn good filet. If he's gonna continue being

that generous with the otoro she might just be able to overlook the puppy dog eyes he's giving Yuuji every time he takes a bite. Though if she has to see much more of that she's sure it'll turn her stomach.
Megumi knows there's something he's missing. He knows Yuuji, he's known

Gojo for much longer than he would like to, so he knows what it looks like when they're in on something together. That stupid look quirk to Gojo's lips when he's switched the salt for the sugar. The little eye twitch Yuuji gets when he's changed Megumi's ringtone to random meme

audios and he's waiting for it to ring. As the weeks go on and the dinners become a regular thing he can't seem to figure out what "prank" the two of them are pulling. Eventually, he puts it down to both of them being idiots. It's nothing to get worked up about yet, plus these

meals are some of the only decent things Gojo's ever contributed.
Nanami has known from the third course. He couldn't place what exactly felt off with the veal in the amuse bouche, the sweetbread tasted stronger than it should even paired with the port and chantrelles.

When the chef brought out simmering pots of broth with tender strips of "beef" Nanami felt nauseous. His mind finally made sense of the odd flavors, Gojo's nasty smirk, the growing number of crimson specks in Yuuji's eyes. He looked from his cauldron to his peers' as they eagerly

brought the thin cuts to their mouths, humming as the marbled slices melted on their tongues. All he can taste though is bile as his eyes meet sparkling blue peaking over black glasses. He doesn't know how long Gojo's been watching him, but there's something unnerving about the

languid way he's looking back. One hand's playing with Yuuji's hair as the boy snatches extra cuts of meat from Gojo's hot pot. His head is resting on the other, his fingers splayed in such a way that Nanami has a clear view of his crossed middle and forefinger as he taps

them against his cheek. It's a challenge. A threat should nanami end the little game Yuuji and him are playing. The thought passes through his head like an acrid vapor. He might be able to sink the steak knife he'd been given into Yuuji's throat. He'd failed him if he's already

lost so much of his humanity. Gojo would eradicate him a second later, but it'd be a release for the kind boy he once was, the boy he'd grown to love and care for. He flinches at the thought. No, no he wouldn't do that. Contrary to everything Nanami thought he knew about himself

he again reaches for his chopsticks and plucks a swimming cut of meat from the broth. He doesn't think about what he's doing as he brings it past his lips, instead, he focuses on Yuuji's face until their gazes finally meet. There's a quiet moment of tension as Nanami works the

over simmered meat between his teeth. Oddly enough, it tastes better now than when it was rare-there's a sweetness that wasn't there before. When Yuuji sees Nanami's throat bob as he swallows, he can't help the wide grin from splitting his face. There's murmurs of interest coming

rolling off Sukuna at the prospect of another adherent, but Yuuji isn't given any time to respond to his other half. Gojo's already leaning over to whisper in his ear about what they should do for their next dinner party.
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phew nanita snuck in there at the end so this is basically a full yuuji harem
nanami would thrive in the hannibal cooking aesthetic but i feel bad for uraume their kitchen's gonna be way too busy.
sukuita gets to try danish dishes though so that's a plus🤔🇩🇰