Grandma food (5)

The next day, as Keitaro helped his grandmother around the house, a sense of bittersweet anticipation filled the air. His grandmother, seemingly aware of the emotional undercurrent, had baked some cookies and prepared sweets. She made sure he ate his fill, her words carrying a mix of love and concern.

"I can't let my baby leave hungry," she said with a tender smile, serving him a plate filled with homemade treats. The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted through the kitchen, creating a comforting atmosphere.

Keitaro couldn't help but be touched by his grandmother's gestures. As they shared a meal together, he cherished the simple yet profound moments spent in the familiar surroundings of his home.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Keitaro went to open it, greeted by the figures of Gojo and Geto."Yow, you done yet?" Gojo said nonchalantly, and Keitaro responded, "I was just about to finish my breakfast."

"Kei-kun, are those your friends?" Keitaro's grandma asked as she peeked outside to look at Gojo and Geto."Friends would be an over—," Gojo started to say, but Geto intercepted with a more diplomatic response, "Yes, we are Keitaro's friends.""Then I can't let you leave without eating. I can't leave any guest hungry," Keitaro's grandma insisted warmly.

As Gojo and Geto prepared to leave, Keitaro's grandma insisted on extending their visit with more food. The kitchen table was laden with an array of dishes, and the aroma of home-cooked meals filled the air. Despite their initial protests, Gojo and Geto found themselves succumbing to the irresistible allure of Keitaro's grandmother's culinary skills.

As they left the house, both Gojo and Geto seemed to have transformed into somewhat comical figures. Their satisfied stomachs and content expressions made them resemble inflated balloons, a stark contrast to their usually composed demeanor. Keitaro's grandmother, standing at the doorway, chuckled at the sight.

"Are you sure you don't want more, dear? I have plenty left," she called after them, her genuine concern for their well-being evident in her voice.Gojo, now looking like he might float away any moment, managed a lighthearted wave. "We're good, thanks! Your food was amazing!"

Geto, with a contented smile, added, "Truly a delightful meal. Thank you for your hospitality."As the two floated away from the house, their slightly exaggerated appearance brought a touch of humor to the otherwise sentimental moment. Keitaro's grandma watched them go, still considering whether to send them off with a few more snacks, leaving behind a fond memory of unexpected guests and the warmth of a shared meal.

Before Keitaro could fully embark on his journey with Gojo and Geto, his grandmother approached him with a bag filled with carefully packed food. The aroma of home-cooked delights wafted from the bag, and her eyes held a mix of love and concern.

"Keitaro, dear, take this with you. Share it with your new friends at the school. A good meal is the key to building strong bonds," she said, handing him the bag.

Keitaro, touched by his grandmother's thoughtfulness, accepted the bag with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Grandma. I'll make sure to share it with everyone."

As he prepared to leave, his grandmother offered a warm embrace. "Take care, my sweet boy. Your journey is just beginning, but always remember where you come from."Keitaro nodded, holding back a hint of emotion. "I will, Grandma. I love you."

With the bag of food in hand, Keitaro joined Gojo and Geto, who, true to their inflated balloon appearances, were waiting outside. His grandmother waved them off with a motherly tenderness. "Make sure these two eat properly, Keitaro!"

"Will do, Grandma! Thank you for everything!" Keitaro called back, the bag of food a tangible reminder of home as he left, the trio now resembling two balloons floating away from the warm embrace of Keitaro's loving grandmother.

As they walked towards the school, the trio of Keitaro, Gojo, and Geto engaged in casual conversation.

"So, Keitaro, how are you feeling about all of this?" Geto asked, his tone friendly and inviting.

Keitaro glanced at the bag of food he was carrying, a mix of gratitude and nerves on his face. "It's a lot to take in, but I'm excited. Curious, really. I mean, who wouldn't be after seeing all those weird creatures?"

Gojo chuckled, slinging an arm around Keitaro's shoulders. "You've got the right attitude, Minato! Life as a Jujutsu Sorcerer is an adventure. Get used to it."

"It's Keitaro," he corrected with a sigh, having accepted that correcting Gojo might be a constant thing.

"Whatever you say, Minato," Gojo replied with a grin.

Keitaro rolled his eyes, then turned to Geto. "So, what's the school like? Anything I should know?"

Geto nodded, offering some insights. "It's a unique place. You'll learn to control and use cursed energy, combat curses, and protect people. Just be prepared for some tough training and even tougher classmates."

"Oh,here we go again, Geto is spouting his bullshit to the Newbie," Gojo said nonchalantly