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Pillow

Sukuna was a pain in the ass that's for sure, but even he had grown accustomed to you despite how much he hated to admit it.

Your  body lie in bed, battered and worn from today's training. Your eye lids felt heavy as you closed out the light and drifted off into sleep... Or do you thought.

"Hey brat. What the hell are you doing here?" Sukuna's voice itched. His foot jabbing into your side almost as if he was kicking around a dead animal. 

"Trying to sleep." You murmured, your hands cradling around yourself - your body scrunching in closer to itself. "Here of all places?" Sukuna questioned as he knelt down to you. As he said that it became clear that you had entered his domain in the process of putting your mind to rest. It hadn't been the first time this had happened but it sure was the first time he had seemed worried about it. 

"Just let me sleep.." you sighed knowing fair well he was going to put up a fight. "You're gonna hurt your neck if you sleep like that." He flicked a finger to your forehead. 

He was right unfortunately. In your current state, your head was facing up, and although this wouldn't normally be a problem, you were on a flat surface, with no leverage for your head. "I don't suppose you have pillows then?" You gave him a glare awaiting for your sarcasm to backfire. "No, and I'm sure as hell not about to deal with you giving me shit about it in the morning."

Your eyes narrowed, if he was going to be a brat about it then you would to. You had slowly made your way to him, resting your head in his lap. "Why... What the hell do you think you're doing brat?" "Problem solving." You reply, making yourself comfortable with your head resting on his thighs. Sukuna's face softened, his hand traveling to rest on your head. "You're so naive y'know that?" His finger began to trace through your hair, your breath slowing making it clear it was helping calm you. "Mh..." You mumble, his hand movement slowing.

"So damn naive... Resting your head in the lap of a king? You're lucky I won't hurt you while you're like this because damn... It would be so easy to." His thumb ran back and forth on the skin just above your ear. "All needy and helpless in front of me... Such a mess you are, really.." His tone had an edge to it, one of pure malicious intention, even then something in there  had almost made you think of desire or even lust.  "Your heart beat isn't as slow as it was a few minutes ago... You nervous now that I started talking dear?" He chuckled expecting you to protest. Yet, you remained silent. "Ah, looks like you've fallen asleep." His fingers  slowly came to a halt.

"Sleep well my dear, I'll be here when you wake."

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Would You Still Love Me?

You knew it wouldn’t be easy, and yet you remained. You knew damn well that man would be the end of you, and he knew it.

“You never blocked me,” Satoru’s voice echoed from your phone. You never paid attention to the caller ID until you realized you had already accepted the incoming call and your fate. 

“What do you want?” you sighed softly, knowing he would only contact you after all these years if it was something drastic or he’d gotten himself into deep shit. (Though, even when you were together, that seemed pretty typical.) 

You could almost hear the two brain cells in his head rubbing together to form a response. “Well?” you spat out, growing frustrated with his lack of reasoning. He chuckled softly, “Wanted to hear your pretty little voice,” he cooed, making it painfully obvious he wanted to get a rise out of you. “I’ll hang up this phone,” you protested, your thumb already hovering over the red button. 

“You and I both know you won’t do that, sweets.” his voice lilted, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to press the button. He knew it. “Come over,” he finally asked, the need in his voice rearing its head. You wanted to yell at him, wanted to scream, cry, anything that conveyed how angry you were at him for practically going off the grid since you saw him last year. You regrettably still loved the nuisance of a man and couldn’t bring yourself to turn him down. “Satoru…” you said softly, pinching the bridge of your nose. You could hear him let out a breath on the other side of the call. “I’ll make it worth your sweet time, I promise.”

Not even an hour had passed since he first called, and you somehow found yourself holding a hand to knock on his apartment door. Within a few seconds of the sound echoing across his apartment, the door had opened, his blinding sapphire blue eyes, and a soft smile greeting you. He gestured for you to come in and take a seat. You took a seat in the plush chair across from his couch as he followed, sitting across from you. Running a hand through his hair, he took a deep breath before following with a soft ‘I’m sorry.’

Fuck, that almost had you brought to tears itself. You pursed your lips, fighting back the salty liquid that threatened to pool out of your eyes. He went on to explain that he had a mission based internationally that had brought out a myriad of nasty special grade curses. He was assigned to the majority of them, one of which nearly killed him and his first years. “That's it…? That's all you have to say after leaving without a word last year?” You hissed, giving up on trying to hold back your anger and disdain towards him. 

Satoru let out a breath once again, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you. “I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye… I knew it would hurt you.” “...you didn’t even bother to text me, asshole,” you spat. “Because I couldn’t, I wasn’t able to contact you from the mission…trust me, I wanted to so badly to see you, to hear your voice…” He stressed, trying desperately to explain himself to you. “If I didn’t come back, I didn’t want it to kill you,” he mumbled. “I’d rather you’d hate me than grieve over my recklessness…” 

Your eyes widened, trying to take in what he was saying. Bringing your knees up to your chest, you let out a breath. “I fuckin’ missed you ‘toru…” You admitted softly, letting yourself fall back into using his nickname. He smiled softly, rising from the couch and letting himself kneel in front of the chair you resided in. “I know, trust me, I missed you so damn much… I can’t count the number of nights I’d lain awake thinking about you,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair again. 

You looked down at his expression. The man was genuine, something that made your heart ache. The tears finally began to run as he smiled up at you. That damn smile was the last thing you saw since he left and everything seemed to come flooding back. “Would you love me again, despite all of this?” he asked, taking a hand to your face, his thumb wiping the tears that spilled from your eyes. “I never stopped loving you, ‘toru… that’s what killed me,” you sobbed. Satoru braced himself for an outburst, a scream, something, anything… and yet you remained silent, unable to put up a fight. You let your legs fall back off the chair as Satoru backed away slightly, and you stood up, looking down at him sprawled out on the floor, looking up at you like that… 

“Get up,” you spat out, watching as he slowly made his way off the floor. You quickly pushed him into the chair you got out of, straddling his lap. “Don’t ever leave like that again.” He heard your voice echo through the room, some demanding presence in it, something you often lacked when it came to him. “Say it…say you won’t leave again…” you repeated, desperately trying to get an answer. Satoru sat under you, his sapphire eyes looking up at you from under his messy white hair. “Never again…” he said softly, “I’m staying right here…” he smiled softly, his hands trailing up your sides. You smiled back, your grip loosening with his promise. “I missed you so goddamn much ‘toru…” leaning in, you burried your face into his neck, the salty liquid coming from you eyes now pooling onto his skin. “Stay with me,” he sighed. “Just for the night, if you want to leave in the morning, that's fine, but I want to love you for the hell of it tonight.” 

He trailed his hand under the back of your shirt, feeling up and down your spine. You brought your face out of the crook of his neck, nodding in agreement. He smiled, wrapping an arm around you fully and picking you up off of him. “Let me show you just how much I missed you.”

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Stars

“Why do you fear the stars?” 

Stars were beautiful in their little worlds, so far away from the apathy consuming the human race. They seemed as if they never had anything to worry about. Not even the little things.

The tall, brunette man had thought of the stars often enough to hate them, but even then hate is such a strong word to describe the feeling he had for them. Their beauty was mesmerizing but if you look at them too long you can become dizzy. 

Stars were not able to be seen very well tonight, but the light from them showed on the ground, covered in powdery snow, the air frigid, and the sky wrapped with clouds. The man walks through the snow slowly, his head tilted up at the sky. 

“You’ll strain your neck if you keep it up in the air like that.” A feminine voice spoke to the man in a rather condescending tone. He simply laughed, his breath making clouds in the icy air. “Why look down when the stars hold so many little stories?” The brunette asks the woman now standing next to him. “It just reminds me of how big our world is. All the things humanity could do to explore and yet most choose to curl up in a ball and decay away.” The way she said this was rather blunt, it was clear she wasn’t a big fan of the way he thought. The man now looked down from the sky, gazing at the woman beside him. 

She wasn’t anything that would catch his eye if he saw her in a public place, she was a simple woman, her messy hair cut just above her shoulders. The man really couldn’t say anything though, he was rather plain as well.

“You alright?” She asks, noticing his gaze.

There’s a moment of silence, then he replies, “Never better.” 

The man looks down now, his eyes averting the woman’s. “Why are you here?” She asks him in a curious tone. “I could ask you the same question.” He responds, making the woman laugh. The man stands in the snow, his feet planted firmly in the white powder. “It’s bitterly cold out here. Why stand with a stranger?” He asks the woman, still looking away from her. She replies, “Curiosity killed the cat.” The brunette tilted his head, “Oh?” This had surely gotten his attention. The man looks up to the stars and sighs. “Such a beauty they are, truly.” The woman scoffs at his comment, only to earn his gaze again. “Why such harsh feelings? Look to them and tell me you don’t see beauty.” The woman simply smiles and looks up. “Why waste time on something you’ll never be able to reach?” 

“Do you fear them?” The man asks bluntly. “The stars.” 

The woman shakes her head. “Fear is a strong word.” “So is waste,” The man retorts. 

The two look up at the sky, lost in its beauty, the man more than the woman, as she gets bored quickly. Her gaze wandered to the snow, now falling from the sky. The man seemed unfazed by this. “Heads up!” She laughs lightly and tosses a snowball in his direction, hitting him on the shoulder. This got his attention. The man smiles, kneeling to the ground, and grabs a fistful of snow, despite his glove-less hands. The frigid feeling only lasted for a few seconds as he then threw the snowball at the woman, hitting her in the leg. 

“Oh, the agony!” The woman slumps over herself, whining playfully at the man. He simply smirks and hoists her back on her feet. “You’re fine, stop overreacting, silly.” This gets a laugh out of her, and he smiles. 

It was getting late, and the air colder as time passed by, the only thing to be heard was the breath of the two, now lying silently in the snow. The woman turns her head to the man, whose gaze has fallen to the sky again. “Why do you find the stars so fascinating?” She questions. “Their beauty. Their stories, the simple ideas they hold. I love it all.” He sighs, now turning to meet her gaze. “Love is one of the strongest words one can use to describe something.” She teases, but the man seems to be indifferent. “Strong it might be, but even with the bittersweet idea of them, I find stars to be beautiful in their little ways.” The woman giggles now, she is enjoying his sappy stories. “Beautiful they might be, but they’re born to burn away eventually,” she sighs, looking back up to the sky. “I suppose they are, but are we not the same? Humans are pretty much born to die one day.” He points this out, and the woman remains silent, seemingly having run out of questions. “Enjoy life to the fullest while you have it.” The man now turns to face the sky as well, letting his hands fall to the snow at his sides. The woman glances down at his bare hands in the snow, sighing, she moves her hand to hold his. “You’ll get cold if you don’t wear gloves.” She states this as if she needed a reason to hold hands with a stranger. The man chuckles lightly and holds onto her hand firmly. “Thank you.” With that, the woman’s gaze returns to the sky, trying to rid her mind of the situation at hand. 

“This isn’t really what I had in mind when I said ‘live life to the fullest’ y’know?” The man chuckles, but his tone shifts slightly. He was happier than before. “Well, you’re not complaining, are you?” The woman teases, and the man shakes his head. “Not at all.” 

The two turn to each other, their eyes locked on one another. The stars reflect light in their eyes. The woman smiles, “I suppose the stars are rather beautiful.” The man arches a brow. “What makes you change your mind?” The woman softens her gaze and simply responds, “I can see them through your eyes.” The man laughs lightly. “The stars are rather beautiful if you see them through the right point of view.” The two simply lie there, their gaze glued to the eyes of the other, staring at each other for what feels like forever, lost in the reflection of stars. “You have a way with words, y’know that?” The man smiles at her comment and beckons her to come close. The woman complies and comes closer, but as she does, the man wraps his arms around her, pulling her against his body. “I have a way with action too.” The man chuckles, holding her close. The woman simply laughs at his egotistical remark and kisses him. The man smiles against her lips. 

“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, I suppose.” 

“I suppose so.”