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this is absolutely beautiful and made me shed a couple of tears.

Hiiii ive been checking out your account and i love it btw your stuff is awesome!!! I was wondering if you could give me a reader x satoru fic or headcanons based off of the song Watermelon Moonshine by Lainey Wilson???? TYSM IF U RESPOND!!!

𐔌 𝓘 was his & every inch of that boy was mine ✧₊ ꒱

꒰ ᡴꪫ ꒱ highschool sweetheart!satoru 𖹭 f.reader

˖ ࣪ꮽ˳ 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑫 ─── him all of you beneath the moonlight. were you drunk on love or just too young to know what love was? ꒰ ᡴꪫ ꒱ angst 𖹭 reflection 𖹭 sad toru

˖ ࣪ 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. ۫ ۶ৎ tysm darling ! I cried so much over this and now so will all of you 𖹭 art cred ⌇ haikun.

˖ ࣪✧ highschool sweetheart!satoru who . ventured out with you into the mountains surrounding jujutsu high fresh out of graduation. pale blue blanket tucked under his arm and your hand linked with his. grinning brighter than the stars and giving you little twirls as you both celebrated with a dance through the forests.

˖ ࣪✧ highschool sweetheart!satoru who . threw his arm around you the second you found a comfortable spot beneath the moonlight, overlooking tokyo's marvellous lights. nothing compared to your eyes in that moment, though. was it the thrill of graduation? or maybe the bite of booze you insisted on?

"Can you believe it, toru?"

He smiled at your slight slur and fluttered white lashes over glossed out blues. His long arm drew you in so your head nestled to his shoulder. "Believe you actually managed to graduate? Not really. For sure thought they'd fail your dumbass."

Your swat earned a heart laugh and he crooked you closer. Cool lips press a kiss to your forehead while his warm touch squeezed on your bicep. "We did it, sweet girl."

˖ ࣪✧ highschool sweetheart!satoru who . stared with eyes wider than the grand blanket of stars above when you cupped his face in your tender hands. gentle, like he was the moon, the sun, the whole damn galaxy. when you kissed his lips and he melted into yours. like stars colliding.

"I love you, Satoru."

He's heard it before. Ever since third year. He yearned for it since second, but your confession in the golden-hour basked classroom only came a year later. He wouldn't trade it for anything in the universe.

His arms found your waist, naturally. Yours drew around his neck. Your lips continued in a dance. Two celestial bodies merging, adoring, melting into one another. As you both deserved.

Satoru was yours, and you were his. The moon and stars bore witness to this vow of heart. So you profess it with your mouth still.

"You're the only one for me." Pinkie held out as you kiss your thumb in your signature promise. Childish? No, sentimental. It's the first gesture he gave you that day back in first year, where he promised you half his lunch if you beat the assignment record. "Forever and always. Don't forget me, yeah?"

He's a jujutsu sorcerer of the renowned Gojo clan. He knew where promises could lead, and yet he still hooked his pinkie in yours and flushed his lips to his thumb with a grin, then a wink.

"Forever huh? Sure you can handle that?"

"For you? Always."

Your lips met again. Your heart soared.

˖ ࣪✧ highschool sweetheart!satoru who . while your heart soared, his ached. why? he couldn't quite pinpoint it. he hated it. that sliver of doubt while the moon shone down upon him. backlit when he nudged you into the blanket and consumed you in fervent kisses. as though the silvery body in he night sky shamed him for his doubt. but now wasn't the time for doubt. he has a pretty girl — his pretty girl, in his arms. all his. he must tell the stars about her. here, on this pale blue wool.

˖ ࣪✧ highschool sweetheart!satoru who . told you to pick two stars in the sky while you laid heartily on your backs, your head comfortable on his chest. you chose the two closest to the moon. he told you it's the both of you. just two stars dazzling in the midnight sky. together, always.

"I love you."

"I love you, always. But I can't do this anymore."

"I love you . . ."

"Satoru . . . I'm sorry."

˖ ࣪✧ highschool sweetheart!satoru who . broke when he heard those words from you. years later in the bask of daybreak. outside your apartment door, his second home. only a step away from you and yet so far. your vows were clear, but the moon is no longer here to remind either of you. only the rising sun of a new dawn. a lonely one.

˖ ࣪✧ highschool sweetheart!satoru who . knew from the start this would happen. he's a special grade, the strongest. you're a grade 3. and while your power difference never mattered when the certainty of a classroom and assignments brought you together every day, graduation sparked a new chapter. different paths, lonely ones. with him so far above in the heavens, and you grounded on earth. you tried, you really did. but your heart could take no more. you needed him, and he couldn't be yours. not like this. he never blamed you.

˖ ࣪✧ highschool sweetheart!satoru who . did however, miss you. like the stars miss the sun and flowers evening rain. he missed you with every run-in at jujutsu tech. with every accidental bump in a mission. he hated appearing on missions with you around — it only reminded him of the reason you're not his anymore.

"Good call there." He swallowed up the 'sweet girl' that burned the back of his tongue, eager to attach it to the end of every sentence he addressed you in.

"Thanks, Gojo."

How it stung. He asked you about it the last time you two crossed paths. Gojo? Could you at least keep it to Satoru? You disagreed, because you were in the same predicament. Satoru led to toru, which followed with pain.

˖ ࣪✧ highschool sweetheart!satoru who . hates to admit it but he's been asking shoko about you for years. it's the only way he's able to keep up with you anymore. you told him he could always text — but the last message was a week after that fateful morning. his message: are you free on friday? you ran into him later that day and expressed you weren't when he teased about being left on read. that's the moment he realised, the ache in his heart on that special night was only trying to warn him.

˖ ࣪✧ highschool sweetheart!satoru who . felt his heart plummet when he heard you're thinking about leaving the jujutsu society as a whole. start your own life away from all this, away from tokyo. he couldn't help but ask a third, away from him too? what would it matter if you left, it's not as though you and him were in much contact to begin with. but this felt final. forever.

"Don't go."

"Come with me."

"I can't - I can't do that!"

"Neither can I."

Blue eyes once glossed over by cheap booze now glossed from emotion. Was he crying? The thought didn't surprise him too much. He's shed tears in your name for years now. Ever since that day on your doorstep.

Here he was. Beneath the night on that same step. Staring at you with the same look he did under the moonlight. After graduation, coiled onto that blanket he still had rolled up back home.

"Satoru." You finally say his name, but it aches. You ache. Your stature before him. So certain in leaving him behind when you promised him forever. "This is for the best."

He's about to protest and usher you with your bag back into your empty apartment. Hijack your phone and call for those movers back. Tell them you're not going anywhere — tell you the same. But your hands stopped him. Tender and whispering memories of that night as they cupped his face.

The strongest has always been weak for you. He leaned over with a quivered lip and eager hands to your waist. He missed this. Your touch. Your body. His against it. He missed your eyes in the starlight. He knows he'll continue to miss them until his heart finally stops beating.

Your lips grazed his and he can still taste the sweetness of mochi he fed you on that blanket. Even if it's cold, ripe with bitter lipstick instead. He dipped immediately to catch your kiss like a man starved. Even if the fruit he consumed was poison.

Stars collided, faded. The moon swept in its crescent. Not full like it was the night you promised him. Your lips moved on his sweetly, cruelly, and when you part — your tears matched his.

"Promise me you'll never forget me."

He croaked.

And you smiled. Raised your pinkie and kissed your thumb.

"For you? Always."

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝

˖ ࣪ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕. ۫ ۶ৎ @a-contemplation-upon-flowers 𖹭

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