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[jenoleegf]

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being forced to work together with jeno !!

a/n: this is a drastic change from how i normally write jeno but i hope yall fw it!!! <33

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[jenoleegf]

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jungwoo accidentally starting your addiction !!

a/n: do not let the title deceive you 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ also the bbys in slide three are mine!!! ☺️

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[jenoleegf]

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the evolution of your relationship with yuta !!

❀ this is pt.2, you can read pt.1 here !!

a/n: grahhh hes so handsome i just want to punch him >_<

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[jenoleegf]

1-800-hot-n-fun [lee jeno]

you couldn’t help but to continue to text your boyfriend who passed, so when his old number finally gets used, lee jeno can’t help but want you to continue to text him to help.

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[jenoleegf]

➳  minors / ageless / blank blogs dni  ➳  tags: angsty; hurt/comfort; mentions of riko’s death; girl dad suguru; trauma

I have this hc that suguru is a bit sensitive about being a father to his daughters, but it definitely has to with the trauma of riko’s death. 

this girl, who he only knew for three days, lingers around him like a ghost. she stands over his shoulder when he first sees Mimiko and Nanako trapped in the cage and whispers in his ear to “take them home”. 

she stands over his shoulder when he holds his newborn daughter in his arms, and reminds him to “take her to places, and let her see everything” 

sometimes you’ll notice his emotional reactions - like how his eyes brim with tears when his daughters tell him that they love him, or the way his voice breaks whenever he sees them overcome with immense joy. but he holds it all in, keeps everything bottled up because he’s too afraid to release the dam and allow these feelings to drown him out. 

however, on one particular father’s day, he finds himself overwhelmed beyond reasoning. maybe it was seeing the multiple hand crafted gifts the twins made him, each girl parceling him present after present like they are trying to return his love tenfold. maybe it was the act of his three year old daughter feeding him pieces of the cupcakes that “she made” together with you, in the same way that suguru mindlessly offers her tidbits of fruit at the dinner table.

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[jenoleegf]

satoru gojo’s firstborn is a miracle.

nine months of anticipation amongst not only the higher-ups, but the entire jujutsu society, who counted down the days until the newest member of the gojo clan entered the world. the son of the strongest sorcerer in the world. the heir to the most powerful sorcerer family, built upon centuries of history.

gojo was ecstatic when you told him he’d be a father, to the point of tears. years of loneliness had conditioned him to believe he’d never be good enough for someone to stick around, let alone have a family with.

but then came the gruelling, dreadful realisation — this was his child. a gojo. he’d never wish the burden of his six eyes and his limitless upon anyone, especially not his son. it was one of the only times satoru gojo had ever felt truly helpless, imagining his own blood being subjected to the same ruthless pressure he’d faced his entire life.

he’d stay awake every night, racking his brain for an idea. a way to keep his unborn child from facing anything close to what he had faced. maybe you three could move away somewhere, far away. a foreign countryside perhaps. his child would never have to know about sorcery. well, until he sees a cursed spirit and everything goes down the drain.

the day comes. the birth goes extremely well. you’re healthy. the baby is healthy.

gojo is frozen as he stares down at the newborn in his arms. no matter how hard he tries he can’t seem to comprehend that this tiny being is his. there’s something else, too.

there’s not a shred of cursed energy.

it seems impossible — “was the baby switched?” “maybe it’ll develop as he gets older.” “is gojo the real father? i knew that wife of his was a whore.”

the higher-ups are not only seething, they’re panicking. without gojo, who’ll be there for them to pin all responsibility on? who’ll be there for them to place the burden of keeping the world safe on?

gojo, however, has never been more relieved.

he pictures his little son in a few years time, untouched by the horrors of his father’s job, innocent to an entire unknown world of monsters. he hasn’t witnessed death, become acquainted with it like his father has. he doesn’t have a group of snobby, conservative elders watching and scrutinising his every move.

he’s allowed to be a boy. not a sorcerer. not an heir. not the strongest. just a human. gojo vows he won’t let anything change that.

[jenoleegf]

Joy

── 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; dad!satoru x fem!reader

── 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; throwing a birthday party for their baby girl, and something happens. 

── 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; just pure fluff bc it's so freakin precious

── 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; my first ever writing on this blog and i hope you all enjoyed it <333

Balloons are scattered, multiple tables have snacks, presents piled like a tower, and last but not least, the birthday girl is dressed in a pink sundress with yellow sandals and a tiara on her winter white head.

It's Sayaka's first ever birthday party.

You and Satoru have been planning it out for a couple of weeks. Plus, you were so amazed by your husband's enthusiasm. It made you fall in love with him all over again because he was being sweet and generous. To make it thrilling, you both decided to make the party tropical-themed with fun and vibrant decorations. Not to mention, Sayaka is a summer baby.

The guests are decked out in their summer clothes. Satoru even convinced Nanami to join like everyone else. He made his friend wear a yellow flower-print top, heart-shaped sunglasses, and beige shorts. Despite dying from the inside, the blonde sorcerer was very excited to celebrate his goddaughter's first birthday.

You took out a pretty vanilla cake from the refrigerator while the people were doing their activities. You saw Yuji, Megumi, Toge, Yuta, and Panda playing in the pool. Maki, Nobara, and Shoko are talking to each other with cups of fruit punch in their hands. Masamichi and Kiyotaka are eating the snacks while Satoru bothers them. Your typical hyperactive husband.

What made your heart melt was that your daughter was hanging out with Nanami. Sayaka is a literal carbon copy of Satoru. From her optimistic nature to her elegant beauty.

"Alright! Let's blow out the cake!" You hollered to grab their attention. You went to the backyard to stand underneath the ‘Happy Birthday’ sign, and put the cake in the middle of the table. “It’s time for papa to carry you.”Satoru gently takes Sayaka from Nanami and walks over to your side. The people come together and take out their phones to record the moment.

You light up the wick of a candle. Everyone began to sing for Sayaka, who is bouncing in her father's arms with a delightful smile. Instantly, you have tears spilling from your eyes because your child is growing up so beautifully.

Satoru noticed your emotional state. He brings one hand to wipe those tears away. Your eyes followed his hand and see his ocean blue ones glimmering. He is feeling the same way as you are. You thanked your husband for everything.

As the song ended, Nobara yells out, "Make a wish, Sayaka-chan!"

The child's blue orbs showed confusion, and she cooed. You and Satoru laughed at her adorable face. "It's okay, kikufuku." The white-haired sorcerer assured and called his baby by her nickname.

Sayaka pretty much wants more toys.

After you two blow out the candle, everyone clapped their hands and is ready to eat the delicious cake. Sayaka was flailing her little arms. Guess it means that she is happy with the environment. Before you could start cutting slices—all eyes widened, and mouths are gaping.

"Dada, Mama."

Sayaka has finally spoken.

"Please tell me that you all heard that!" Satoru looks at his friends and students earnestly. They nodded their heads as a confirmation. "Say that again, sweetheart!" You tried to make her speak once more. Sayaka delivers a cheery smile, "Dada, Mama." It's the way she says it is too precious. The majority of the people are squealing with happiness while some smiled at the little angel.

You and Satoru gave her millions of hugs and kisses.

She is a bundle of joy.

[jenoleegf]

“What do you look like, Ran?”

Upon hearing your question, he blinks.

This was the first time, and the only time, that you ever questioned his outer appearance. You had asked him everything else under the blue moon, from his likes and dislikes, his childhood stories, and even his most traumatic ones. But never once had you question his looks.

“Hm…handsome?” He teases, after a few seconds of thinking. Causing you to hit him gently on the shoulder with a giggle.

In the large confines of his penthouse, the building looking over all of Tokyo, he wished and prayed on some miracle that he would be able to show you the view one day. Of course, he himself was more then bored with it, it was something that he was used to by now. But you, you had never once known what it was like to stare at anything that wasn’t the cream colored walls of the hospital room. You had your sight at one point, when you were very young. But even that was blurry at best, and eventually your eyes gave out to let you see nothing but the abyss of darkness.

So he was sure that you would’ve loved to see this, sure that if you were to regain your sight, you would’ve loved to see the world. He’d take you all over the globe, you know that he would. And he’d make sure that everything you ever saw was nothing less then beautiful. He’ll get rid of the bad, filthy things. The people, anything that could make the view dirty. You deserve the very best, and who would Ran be if he couldn’t even do something as simple as that?

“I want to know what you look like,” You reach out, grasping at nothing but air at first until he gently intertwines your hands. “Can you describe your features to me, darling?

Ah, you knew that he was weak to those pet names. Not that you ever needed to use them, he’ll do anything for you at the drop of a hat. No questions asked. “Of course.”

Inhaling, he wonders where to start. But then he thinks it’s just better to let you feel while he explains. Leading your hands to his face, he begins. “I have…pale skin. I’m admittedly not the tannest, the sun doesn’t like to stick to my skin, it prefers to burn it, actually.”

You giggle, it’s music to his ears. What he would do to hear it again. “My nose is slim, and my eyes are cat-like. Or at least, that’s what someone told me.”

“You have long lashes.” Whispering, your fingers swipes over one of his eyes. “Very long.” You confirm once again.

“Well, that’s not the only thing that’s—“

“Oh stop it! Take this seriously!” Despite your protest, you were still laughing. You had the tendency to hit him playfully when you laugh, but most of the time, you struggle to find where he actually was and end up slapping nothing. So he always makes sure to be close, makes sure to make it very clear where he was.

“I am. I’m always serious when it comes to you.” Giving you a kiss on one of your hands, he lets your fingers wander back to the features of his face. “They’re purple, my eyes. Rindou’s is silver, but mine is a light purple. My hair is purple too, with black streaks in it. As you know, it’s short. And I always have it styled slicked back.”

“Why?”

“Because I think it looks more professional that way…more mature.” Long hair reminds him of his younger self, the one that was often carried away by anger, pride, and resentment. So when he finally cut it all off, he felt like he could finally start all over again. Rindou had the same thought.

“That’s all there really is about my face.”

“What about your body?” You question.

Smirking to himself, he guides your hands lower and lower, until it’s settled at his chest. “You know all about my body. Don’t tell me you forgot.”

Slowly, it dawns on you what you just asked. But before you could say anything, he cuts you off.

“Didn’t you spend all night yesterday exploring me? Feeling everything?” Pulling you closer, he continues. “By the countless times that we’ve been entangled with each other, I thought you could’ve imagined everything crystal clear by now.”

Realizing what you’ve gotten yourself into, you flush a cherry red. “T-That’s not what I meant, I mean, I just—“

“I’m just teasing you, my angel. I know exactly what you mean.” You purse your lips, embarrassed by his teasing. Ran decides that he’ll stop…for now. “I have a tattoo on my neck. It’s a hanafuda, a symbol in reference to my past boss. He used to always wear these earrings, you see. It was eye catching, and the first thing you’d notice about him. Or at least, it was the first thing that I did.”

Nodding to show that you were listening, your hands graze his neck. ”Do you like it? This hanafuda?”

“Hmm…I do.” He smiles, reminiscing about the first man he truly respected. “All of the executives have it, some on different parts of their bodies. Me and Rindou have it on our necks, as every other part of our body was…taken.”

“Taken?”

Ah, that’s right. You wouldn’t know, would you? “Mhm. On one side of my body, is a big piece of tattoo that I got in matching with Rindou. I have it on my right, he has it on his left. It stretches from down the neck to the tip of my toes.” Your mouth forms into an ‘o’, surprised at the new piece of information. It’s beyond adorable.

“R-Really?”

“Yes.”

“It must be huge then, you’re very tall.” Chuckling at the way you like to confirm things, he nods.

“Did it hurt? I heard that tattoos hurt, very much.”

Your skin has never been marked. Well, with the exception of the hickies that he likes to leave behind. It’s a privilege that he gets to touch your delicate body, much less make souvenirs to show his conquest. But other then that, he makes sure that nothing else could touch your beautiful skin. No bruises, no cuts, nothing.

Not even tattoos.

“They do hurt. I’m not sure I want you getting one.”

Hearing this, you immediately began to pout. “You can't control things like that. If I want a tattoo, I’ll get one.” You huff, turning your face away.

There’s no helping the smile that stretches across his face. No, he really can’t control things like that. If you ever wanted a tattoo, then you’ll get one. As long as it is humanly possible for Ran to give to you, he will. He just doesn’t like the thought of you getting hurt, in any sort of way. “Of course. You’re right, princess. How could I deny you anything, hm? Don’t be upset with me.”

Upon his coaxing, you turn back to him. A little too much to the right, now you were just facing the tv. “So? What do you think? Do I sound okay to you?”

Soon enough, your lips curl into a wide smile. It steals his breath away, he finds himself mezmorized. “You sound more then okay Ran, you sound handsome.”

…

Ah, his face is heating up.

He wasn’t expecting you to say that. It’s unfair. You can’t just say stuff like that suddenly. He’s been complimented many times before, praised about his looks by both men and women. In fact, he gets away with a lot of things simply due to the fact that his face was pleasing to the eye. Not once did he even spare a blink at it. His looks were purely from his mother, who put it to great use whenever she was doing her…job. So he always knew he was attractive, but hearing it from you was…

“Ran? What’s wrong?” At his silence, you cock your head to the side. He quickly clears his throat.

“Nothing. Thank you for the compliment, sweetheart.”

You grin happily. “Of course! It’s nothing but the truth.”

Just before he could reply, the ringing of a phone interrupts him. For a second, he’s irked that the moment was ruined by the device. But then quickly realized it wasn’t coming from his phone, but from yours.

“Who’s calling you this late?” He questions, it was pass 10 pm.

“I’m not sure…” You mumble, reaching inside your pocket and fumbling around until you found your phone. You picked it up using voice command, before putting it against your ears. “Hello?”

A man's voice. That’s what he heard. His heart automatically began to drop, his mood turning sour. Who was that? Who were you talking to? What would a man want from you at this time of the night?

Seconds stretch into minutes as the man from the other side rants, you remain silent. As more time passes, his annoyance served to only grow and grow. But he wasn’t going to freak out. You were an adult, and he can’t and doesn’t want to control you. Whatever this is, he's sure you have an explanation for it. Ran just has to wait.

“R-Really?” You stutter, your voice cracks. As if you just heard the most incredible news. “Do you…do you mean that?”

Something was happening.

“Yes. Thank you so much. Oh my goodness, thank you so much. Yes. Yes of course, we can talk about this more tomorrow. Alright, 9 works perfectly okay for me.”

Good. Whatever that was happening was a good thing, apparently.

Hanging up the phone, you turn to him. On your face was an expression of pure joy. You looked absolutely ecstatic.

And then you said the words he’d never thought he’d hear.

“Ran…I think I’ll be able to regain my sight back.”

[jenoleegf]

a/n: heya, i love nanami so much id take photos of him everyday if hed let me so he can see how pretty and loved he is

nanami doesn't really use his phone. aside from texting you and turning on alarms for the mornings, he doesn't do much with it.

though, he notices that you use his camera a lot.

kento doesn't know why you're so fascinated with his camera but you tend to ask for his phone whenever he takes you out, wether it is for a simple walk or something with more effort. and he really doesn't mind that, honestly, he doesn't use it anyways.

so it's a bit of a surprise for him when he stumbles upon the device's gallery, brows raising in surprise at the amount of pictures that he finds there.

so many pictures, half of them blurry but the flood of memories accompanying every one of them is unstoppable. the paperwork before him is long forgotten as nanami leans back on his chair, body relaxing. he swipes his thumb on the screen, face softening when he sees pictures with you.

he looks through every photo, remembering the events of particular days with fondness and wonderning how did you even manage to take them. kento makes sure to add some of them into his favorites, for later, to skeme through them when he has the urge to see you but can't for some reason.

there are some videos too, he notes; some of them with you just making silly faces, some with him(like the one where you two were posing thinking that the camera was on timer but video recording started, and his favorite thing was you bursting out in hysterical laughter because of the situation) and there are also the ones where you're filming him without him noticing.

you cupping his jaw with one hand, a smile on your bright face and a frown on his.

you hugging him from behind, your hands resting on his chest ane his hands gently gripping your forearms, soft expressions on both of your faces.

his cheek smushed against your chest and half of your face, where sleepiness is still evident but you're smiling nonetheless, looking at him sleep.(propably his favorite picture but he won't admit he likes it if you ask him).

and so much more, every one of them filled with love and passion and warmth, the same warmth that spreads all over his chest as nanami looks through the gallery.

his heart seems to stop when he sees the first picture ever taken by you ー it's him, standing in the line for drinks he ordered for both of you, in some cafe in the city that he remembers you liked a lot, and the soft smile that appears on his face is really hard to stop, especially when he recalls that it was your first date together.

[jenoleegf]

gojo bent down to hug his daughter as soon as he saw her running to him, excited to see her dad picking her up.

"daddy! i didn't know you would come for me!"

"hello princess!" he picked her up, spinning her around. his heart softened when serina spoke. he had been busy and could only see her in the evening, and then she had to sleep, so seeing her dad so early made her really happy.

"let's go home to mommy, shall we? i'm so hungry!"

the car ride was calm as gojo put music on the radio, while his daughter was playing with her doll.

checking for her in the mirror, he spoke. "how was your day baby? did you play a lot?"

"it was good daddy! today we learned how to make origami! i made pretty butterflies." the little girl recounted.

gojo was glad she finally liked going to school. he remembered those days were she would cling onto your legs with a big snot on her nose, begging you both to stay with you. he was so whipped by his baby girl that he actually considered getting in the classroom with her. he indeed stayed outside, even if he had to deal with yaga and you later.

"hm! did you make any butterflies for me?" gojo teased.

"yes daddy! i made one for you, one for mommy, and one for arisa-chan!"

"oh? and who is arisa-chan princess?" he smirked. he assumed she was just a little friend she made at the kindergarten. although-

"my girlfriend, daddy!"

gojo choked on his own spit, having a cough attack. girlfriend? so young? or so fast? his baby was growing up so fast that now she has a girlfriend?

serina worriedly shouted. "daddy are you okay?!"

"y-yeah baby, i think i misheard you. did you say girl friend?" his voice cracked, nervously laughing.

serina let out a giggle at how silly her daddy was. "no daddy! my girlfriend! like how you said mommy was your girlfriend before you married and you were her boyfriend. arisa-chan is my girlfriend!"

it was as if all blood from gojo's face had drained and only a piece of paper with his shape was left. he couldn’t believe his ears. it was just yesterday when his little girl cried for his help when she had stumbled on her shoe laces and he had to take her on his shoulders, rubbing her knees.

he stayed with a blank face even when you and your daughter were talking.

"and how did she become your girlfriend baby?" you happily asked, hoping satoru would stop being dramatic.

"she gave me a heart origami today, and wrote i love you on it, so i gave her a pink butterfly origami telling her i love her too! now we're girlfriends!" she said munching on her tonkatsu.

"that's so sweet baby! i'm glad you’re happy." gojo still didn't touch his food, and you kicked his foot under the table, mouthing him eat. your. food.

after tucking serina in bed and reading her a night story, he closed the door and pouted. he went back to your bedroom, where you were on the bed checking your phone. when you saw him, you put your phone down and sat straight.

"satoru! what is going on with you?" you asked him annoyed. he had been pouting all day ever since your child brought up her love story.

he laid on the bed by your side, "y/n! don't you see? my little baby already knows what a relationship is! i thought her first love would come at, i don't know, 30 years old." he sadly protested.

you made a tired face. "come on my love, it's just a kinder girlfriend. they will break up when she doesn't lend her a toy or something."

"how do you know y/n?! even so, i can't believe she's growing up so fast. she's just 7. she should be worrying about the new disney movie."

you picked his arm up and hugged him. "satoru... this was going to happen sooner or later. some children develop silly little crushes, it's not really deep. even so, i'm also a bit sad that she's growing so fast. but i'm glad that we're here with her at every moment and every step in her life. seeing her happy over things like this... i can't help but be overjoyed."

satoru's pout turned into a smile at your words. your daughter was growing up happily and safe. he knew that this was a small thing but he got emotional anyways.

and he recalled that day years later, when he saw serina in the mirror putting her earrings, preparing herself to marry her bride.

"how do i look dad?" she showed him a big smile, while you fixed the skirt of her dress.

his eyes teared up a bit.

"you look gorgeous princess."

[jenoleegf]

cherry blossom (dad!gojo x mom!reader) [modern au]

synopsis: gojo spends four days of lockdown with his family.

tags: no curses au, covid era, fluff, slice of life, domesticity, college professor gojo, college professor reader, working from home, kissing, gojo jr. loving his parents too much

wc: 2.2k

navi

note: apparently japan didn’t enforce lockdown during the outbreak of covid in 2020, but i'm gonna say they did to make this fic work lmao.

sunday

"what about this, baby?” you held up a flashcard showing a cute cartoon white jellyfish with light blue spots sporting two sparkly eyes and a cat smile, the characters ‘jellyfish’ printed below in black ink.

seishiro stands in front of your sitting form on the round fur carpet, staring intently at the flashcard while holding his panda stuffed toy.

his face lights up after a while, grinning with his milk teeth as he answers, "jewifishies!"

you pinch his chubby cheek. "great job, seishi! and where can you find jellyfishies?"

"mr. sea!"

"that's right! aaaand this…?"

you were shuffling the cards in your hand trying to find another animal when you suddenly heard the door click. you paid it no mind, you know it's your husband coming back from buying groceries to stock up, but you can't greet him from the door as usual.

your toddler begged to differ though.

seishiro was no longer standing in front of you in less than a second, prompting you to swiftly stand up and get to the genkan when you heard running little footsteps against the hardwood floor followed by "dada!!"

"no, seishi!"

"dumpling, stop!"

you grabbed your son away from almost touching his virus-laden father, maybe a little too roughly, because he started crying (which doesn't happen a lot) as you carried him and walked away from the front door.

"shh, baby. i'm sorry. mama didn't mean to hurt you." you rub his slightly red little arms before wiping away his tears, kissing his forehead in the process.

seishiro hiccups and sniffs. "mama and dada… shouted at seishi…" he weakly responds, burying his head on your neck.

you feel your heart break as you apologize once more to your baby, explaining that you both didn't mean to raise your voice at him as well as why he couldn't touch dada if he's from the outside.

since the pandemic just started in japan, your 29-month-old baby has not yet fully grasped the concept of what was happening outside the comfort of his home, why the three of you can't go to the supermarket together (or anywhere, for that matter), and why every day is not playtime even though both of his parents are home.

while you were talking with your son, satoru disinfects the bags of groceries and himself in the doorway, making sure every inch has been sprayed before going to the kitchen and putting the bags on the counter.

he passes through the open door frame leading to the living room on his way to the bathroom and sees you cuddling the dumpling on your lap while wiping his tears. seishiro spots him instantly, pouty lips jutting more.

satoru exaggeratingly pulls his lips down and dramatically bats his eyelashes at the toddler, before raising his right arm and making grabby hands in the same manner. seishiro cries again upon seeing his father's fake sad face as he unsuccessfully attempts to get out of your hold and run to your husband.

the older man flashes the both of you a grin as he puts his arm down and sends a flying kiss. "dada will hug you in a while, dumpling! just wait for a few minutes, okay?"

your husband makes his way to the bathroom without waiting for response, leaving you to calm the crying baby in your arms once again.

you brought your sniffling toddler into the kitchen and sat him on the counter, before asking him to help you take the groceries out—which is a lot—as a poor attempt to distract the toddler from his father's momentary absence.

you were in the middle of explaining to the curious boy what you use the bottle of sake he's holding for when your husband suddenly appeared on the door, freshly showered and snowy hair still damp.

"dada's here now!" satoru cheerfully exclaims, comically walking towards seishiro with his arms wide open.

"dada!!" the toddler automatically stands up from his sitting position and hops into his father's hug, wrapping his own arms tightly around the taller man's neck.

"my precious dumpling! did you miss dada?"

satoru feels his son nodding against the junction of his neck, before the boy raises his head and presses a wet kiss on his father's rosy lips.

you see your husband's ocean eyes change into something with a mischievous glint as he starts exchanging kisses with your baby (meaning just them kissing each other alternately on different parts of their face).

you watch their dramatics with a sardonic smile. satoru has been literally away for three hours tops and they were playing together before he left, yet your baby boy produced so much tears upon not getting to embrace his father after he has been away for a few hours.

your husband looks at you after getting his love (and saliva) all over his dumpling’s face and vice versa, before smiling slyly as he slowly walks towards you. he wraps his other arm not holding your baby around your waist, making seishiro instantly frown over the display.

“did mama miss me too?” he asks, leaning in to press his lips on yours but is stopped by a loaf of bread getting shoved in between you and him. you both turn to look at the little white-haired culprit, who flashes you both a very toothy smile he knows both his parents can’t resist.

seishiro lets out a sheepish hehe before making grabby motions at you and wiggling out of his father’s hold. you take him from your husband, and your baby immediately presses a loud kiss on your lips, earning him a whine from his father.

monday

“yuuji-kun, tell me what you know about bioremediation.” satoru says, looking at the pink, spiky-haired teenager wolfing down his snack (it’s 2 p.m.) consisting of fried rice and egg on his screen. your husband allows his students to eat in the middle of classes even before they had to switch online, and that has not changed even now.

“yes, sensei!” yuuji replies, motioning a brief salute before drinking a glass of water and proceeding to his answer.

satoru listens intently until the teen finishes answering, about to call another student when the door suddenly opens and a cheerful miniature gojo satoru appears into his camera.

“dada!! seishi is done napping!” the toddler says before holding onto satoru’s thighs and climbing onto his father’s lap. your husband’s momentary surprise faded when his students suddenly opened their microphones and cooed, some even greeting the baby verbally and on chat.

satoru clicks the “stop video” option and presses alt + a to turn his microphone off before facing the child on his lap.

“dumpling, dada’s at work.” he says, darting his pupils to the powerpoint presentation and the students on his screen who are now spamming the chat demanding for him to turn his camera back on and show his son.

said son looks at him sadly, “but seishi wants to play with dada...”

your husband’s face fell, slowly starting to share his son’s emotions.

“don’t you wanna have fun with mama? dada will join soon.”

“nooo. seishi don’t want to wake up mama.” the boy sulkily responds, bending down and tucking his head on satoru’s stomach.

he sighs. you’re probably resting after your noon class. the lockdown’s probably starting to take a toll on you (what with work and a super energetic toddler, also your husband, 24/7,) and he’s been noticing that you’re getting a lot more tired faster than usual.

“how about the playroom? you have lots of toys there!”

seishiro raises his head up and looks at his father, then shifts it back to where it was. “no…”

“dumpling…”

the boy in his lap sits up straight again, gazing at his father with the puppiest eyes he has ever seen. damn. is this how you feel when both of them flashes you that look? he already knows he won’t be able to say no to whatever his dumpling’s about to ask.

“can seishi have long huggies?” he asks instead, opening his short arms outward.

oh no. his dumpling is asking for cuddles and satoru is a huge fool for his son and he knows he can’t resist him.

but he must.

his class is still ongoing and it’s been minutes since he got interrupted. there are students relying on the wisdom and knowledge (not really) of their great teacher.

“seishi can after dada finishes teaching. have long huggies with mama first, okay?”

“noo!! seishi wants dada.” he firmly huffs, now completely sulking with arms crossed in front of his chest.

your husband contemplates. he’s starting to not care about his classes and just cuddle with his little dumpling for the rest of the lockdown.

the older man was snapped out of his thoughts with a highly familiar sassy voice. "senseei, just hold your dumpling while teaching. give him his huggies. we'd rather see a cute baby than an old man anyways." it was nobara.

satoru whips his head to the zoom, wondering how she knew about those huggies (the dumpling stuff he wasn't, everyone knows that's what your husband calls your son). he saw that his microphone wasn't turned off and that his students all probably heard his whining baby and their professor compromising with said baby.

seishiro looks in the same direction as his father, giggling and pointing at the screen as he recognizes the ginger-haired girl with a shopping mall as her background. "pretty nee-chan!!"

nobara smirks upon being called by the baby and your husband lets out his last defeated sigh. he opens his camera back on, genuinely a little hurt by that "old man" comment but delighted nevertheless by how his students like his child.

"your wish is my command. just don't tell the yaga about this." satoru then settles seishiro properly on his lap, holding him with his left arm while the other hand controls his mouse.

he hears and sees his students say "yeees" or "hi baby!" while he's telling his dumpling to teach nee-chans and nii-chans with him.

your son's sulky demeanor is now replaced with his usual cheerfulness, although he's rather well-behaved on satoru's lap and content with wrapping his arms around his father's waist and resting his head against his chest.

your husband resumes where he left, discussing the concepts of bioremediation while rubbing seishiro's back in an attempt to get him back to slumber. he noticed some students looked less like zombies now that he's teaching with a sweet baby in his arms.

tuesday

it's been two hours since the three of you ate dinner, one and a half hours since your husband and son went into the toddler's playroom, and 15 minutes since seishiro yawned and told his dada he feels sleepy.

he couldn't remember the last time he tucked his son into bed. was it three weeks ago? a month ago? he wasn't sure.

he admired his son for a while. imprinting every detail of his sleeping face into his mind. how his dumpling's long arctic eyelashes rest against his cheekbones, how cute and boopable his little nose looks, how his rosy lips he uses to kiss both of you and express his love are slightly open to release carbon dioxide.

and most especially how his small chubby hands keep instinctively holding his big ones tighter whenever he attempts to move away.

so he doesn't. the father closes his eyes and leans down to put his head on his son's chest. trying to memorize the steady beat of the boy's heart that he and his wife made.

he's definitely never going to stay late at the university again.

wednesday

it's early morning, your husband has no class (he only has to grade papers he's not in the mood to read), your first class is two hours before lunchtime, which is why he has not gotten out of bed nor woken you despite being up for 10 minutes now.

he woke up early out of habit and he can't go back to sleep, so resorts to watching you sleep in his arms and ponder how much he loves waking up to see your face and your hair splayed out on the pillows.

you would usually be awake at this time too, but classes yesterday must have tired you out more than usual (understandable, you're both still adjusting to this kind of setup).

your husband presses a chaste kiss on your lips before getting up, tiptoeing out of the room, and going into seishiro's. satoru then quietly enters his son's huge crib, kisses him on his forehead, then oh so gently lifts him up and carries him bridal style. just like he does whenever his dumpling falls asleep watching television.

he then lays the sleeping angel next to the angel's goddess of a slumbering mother. you instinctively wrap your arm around your son's little form as soon as his skin touches yours, and seishiro mumbles "wuv mama".

satoru smiles, enjoying the hues of pink and purple slowly illuminating the room as he watches his two favorite people in the world.

ps. i firmly believe that gojo is deeply concerned about global warming & climate change so if he's not a sorcerer he'd teach something related to the environment (u can't change my mind).

thank you so much for reading! feedback and rbs are highly appreciated! 😚😚

[jenoleegf]

cute lil drabble with tsukiko, gojo’s and your child. switches between ‘gojo’ and ‘satoru’. lore here ♡

“baby, daddy has to go to work!” gojo laughs when tsukiko, your daughter, latches onto his leg like a stubborn girl. all the while, she’s whining into his pants, and you make a mental note to clean her face right after because you know your husband needs reminders to wash his clothes (and also because you just hung the laundry last night, he couldn’t have recently washed it).

“no! tsukiko don’t want that! i want dada to stay!” satoru shoots you a look between ‘save me’ and ‘give me a resignation form right now’, making you giggle just a little while you watch your daughter try to give him the best pleading face she could muster.

it almost works. almost.

the sigh satoru lets out is monumental, crouching down after untangling her arms from his limb. gently, his fingers brush over the girl’s white hair that was almost identical to his, save for the way it fell over her shoulders — a little curly to match yours, and messy, too, from how much she moves during slumber.

“tsuki, hon, dada needs to go off to work. remember how i said i’m gonna inspire the next generation of sorcerers, yes?” it’s hard to hold in a laugh as tsukiko’s face contorts into one of confusion, not accepting her father’s reason even if she didn’t understand a word.

“if we make a promise, will that be better? hm?”

satoru loved promises, always proposing how he’d promise to bring you to a new dessert place that’s opened up — “i’ll bring you after my mission, ’kay?”. satoru promised how the two of you will eventually find happiness, as with other sorcerers — “i know it’s tiring, my love, it is. but it is so worth it, in the end, seeing smiles on people’s faces when you exorcise the littlest of curses.”

the longest lasting promise he’s made, though, still exists right now in the house he bought, in the ring you chastised him over because it was too expensive, in the bundle of joy that’s currently hugging him tightly. “i’ll marry you. one day, baby. i’ll get us a big house, and a pretty ring, anything. i just want you for the rest of my life.”

you’re so in your thoughts that you don’t recognise how your husband manages to successfully pry tsukiko away from him, giving her a big grin and solidifying his promise one more time by linking pinkies.

“c’mon now, up you go.” satoru huffs out as he carries the girl into his arms, bombarding her face with endless kisses accompanied by dramatic “muah’s!”. it reminds you of how he did, and still do, to you. “be good for mommy, alright?”

“and remember our promise! --- ----- -- ---.” gojo whispers the last part so that you can’t hear a thing, only offering a shrug and a sly smile when you try to eavesdrop. the last thing you remember is your lover’s lips upon yours and a confession, a smile into the kiss and a firm grab to your ass. with a giggle you push him away, bidding him goodbye as tsukiko clings to your side.

bonus:

“so what promise did you make, dear husband?” you lean into his side when you see tsukiko enjoy her mochi dessert, sighing in content when you feel his peck on your temple.

“don’t you think she said ‘i love you’ a lot to you today?” you scoff jokingly, nudging his side.

“so that was your doing? now she’s gonna say the words every time she wants something, satoru.” gojo turns to you, holding your shoulders tenderly, as he speaks, you’re reminded of his immense power and strength, yet all he does is treat you like porcelain.

his hands travel from shoulder to wrist, his hand is so comforting. “i told her to say it only when she means it. when she is fully happy with what she has. i guess she figured out she couldn’t go a day without mommy, either.”

at that, you smile, widening when he kisses your hands.

“will the flowers come soon, dada? i want to see mommy happy with allllll the love i have for her!”

satoru relishes in your puzzled expression, answering tsukiko with his eyes never leaving yours, “i won’t say, baby.”

the next morning, you awaken to a large bouquet of flowers at the door with a short letter: ‘for every time tsukiko’s told you she’s loved you, and for every time i did, too.’

your eyes doesn’t even read the sign off (well, you know it’s gojo by the handwriting) before you’re the next victim of a kiss attack from gojo. there, you stood in his arms, falling so so deep in love again that you wouldn’t even need any type of love potion. falling so fast that you’d manipulate time in whichever way you can to feel the thrill again.

“i love you.” thrill. that was what it was with satoru at first, but now you know he can love slowly, too. you have all of your life to hear those three words again and again, and just like he said — you want him for the rest of your life, too.

[jenoleegf]

WHEN THEY GIVE YOU FLOWERS…

REQUEST: hii could u please write a scenario with ran and kakucho where they gift you flowers out of nowhere and you get emotional/tear up? (maybe bc you really didnt expect that) i hope i wrote it well thank you

CHARACTERS: Ran Haitani, Kakucho Hitto x reader

CONTENT: your boyfriend surprises you with flowers, it makes you emotional - fluff <3

NOTE: this request was really fun to write <3 Hope you like it!

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RAN HAITANI ::

“I’m home, baby!” Ran’s gentle voice fills the apartment, making you jump off the bed, placing the book you were reading down as you head to the entrance where your boyfriend was waiting. Opening the door, a sweet scent welcomes you — your eyes widening when you find Ran standing in front of you, a huge bouquet of red roses in his hands. “Ran…” you let out a breathy whisper, your voice barely audible — the sight in front of you leaving you shocked, mouth agape. “Ran!” His name leaves your lips again, excitement glistening in your eyes as you jump on your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck, legs around his waist. Your sudden jump makes Ran loose his balance, taking a few steps back, his body almost landing on the hard floor. “Woah there, careful, babe!” Ran chuckles, placing his hand on your back, preventing you from falling. His little comment paints a tint of red on your cheeks. “I’m sorry it’s just—” leaning your head back, you softly grab his face, your eyes searching for his purple orbs.“I just got really excited. This bouquet, being able to be here, in your arms, it’s — Ran I love you so much!” You exult — snuggling your face in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck, your arms tightening around his form. Ran’s eyes soften at your excitement, his hands gently stroking your back as he pulls you even closer to him — his hold warm and strong. “I love you more, Angel.”

KAKUCHO HITTO ::

Walking hand in hand around the city, warmed with golden beams of sunlight, you and your boyfriend, Kakucho, pass a small flower shop, the tiny building catching your eye, making you slow your pace down. Kakucho notices you observing the place in front of you, your orbs glistening with amazement. “is there a something that got your attention, love?” He asks softly, placing his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. Glancing at your boyfriend, your face turns scarlet — a feeling of embarrassment showering you as you avert your look from Kakucho. “I-it’s nothing, I just found the flowers pretty.” You mumble, staring down at the shoes you were wearing. Your confession makes a smile appear on Kakucho’s face, his head shaking playfully at your cuteness as he lays his fingers on your chin, lifting your head up slowly — his eyes locking with yours. “I will buy you one.” He says softly — his words making your eyes widen with joy, a smile curving your lips. “Really?!” You shout cheerfully, wrapping your arms around Kakucho’s neck. “Baby, calm down!” he giggles, pulling your form closer to him as he leans in, his soft lips landing on yours, leaving a sweet kiss there.“Sorry, I just got really happy.” You whisper against his mouth, snuggling yourself in him, his sweet scent filling your heart with warmness. Laying his chin on top of your head, Kakucho’s hands move up and down on your back — carresing it lightly, before pulling away, grabbing your wrist gently — heading towards the small shop.

[jenoleegf]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒!

ft. mikey, wakasa, baji, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, children, domestic living, super fluffy, mentions of pregnancy, crying children

꒰ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 ꒱

mikey has been working long hours, days spent raising your son was exhausting especially with him being so young and so—mikey’s flesh and blood. with him being in the peak of childhood he doesn’t remember much but he does remember how much he misses his father.

resigning on the couch while your child is nestled between your legs you watch a mindless tv show as he babbles and butchers his action figures. “it’s late, time for bed” you whisper to the boy, placing a small kiss on his cheek and he automatically raises his static orbs at you.

“daddy not home” he crooks, tears already forming at the rims, “daddy will be home but you need sleep, baby” you smooth over his blonde locks and wear a fake smile. your son sniffles burying himself in your chest deeper and you can’t help but grow tears of your own as he sniffles and whines in your chest.

mikey has had his hand wrapped around the door knob for some time now, chest burning from the quiet sobs echoing through the door and he shuts his eyes when you struggle to calm your son down from his crying episode.

“i’m home” mikey whispers, poking his head through the crease of the door and motioning his body towards you and his son. “manjiro” you smile, carding your hand through your son's locks and with the other arm opening up for your husband to lean to your side.

“i missed both of you so much” mikey whispers, pressing his forehead against your cheek and lingering his hand down to place a hand on his son's head, “missed you so much daddy” his son cries, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks when he finally sees his father in weeks.

mikey gathers his son in his arms, rocking the sobbing boy against his chest as he coos wiping the salty substance from his cheeks. “daddy’s here” mikey raises his eyes to meet your own, quivering tears within the orb, “i love you so much, i’ll never leave him alone again—you deserve so much, angel.”

“you’re here now manjiro, that’s all that matters” you reach over to brush the tears running down mikey’s cheeks, “he’s grown so much, i don’t want to miss out on this anymore” mikey clings to his son, holding him tighter to his chest, “you and him, you are all i have, all i’ll ever have.”

mikey takes one arm from his now sleeping child, tears drying to his cheeks and peacefully drifting off to sleep in mikey’s arms, he takes the hand and places it on the back of your head leaning your head forward to place his lips across your own, “you’re my everything, angel. i’ll never go another day without seeing my family” mikey murmurs through your lips, sealing the words with a kiss.

꒰ 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 ꒱

you’re molded to your husband's side, laying your head on his shoulder while his hand smooths over your swollen stomach, lips curling into a smile when the baby kicks from inside, “they’re so happy when daddy is around” wakasa grins, lifting his eyes to you.

you roll your eyes back placing a hand on top of his with your thumb rolling over his silver ring, “i know someone that isn’t happy though” you sigh, looking over at a tiny head poking out from the door frame. wakasa's lazy lidded eyes look over to his daughter quietly sniffling while she holds on to her toy.

“come here princess” waksa smiles, padding his lap and watching his daughter sulk over to him, plopping down on wakasa’s lap avoiding his gaze as she wipes her eyes from down pouring tears. “why’re you crying?” he rubs a soft circle across her back, hiccuping as another sob comes out. you shift beside them, holding a hand on your stomach while you struggle to sit up.

“don’t want another baby” she finally chokes out, resting her trembling head on wakasa’s chest and he sighs, gathering her body to hold her closer. “you don’t want to be a big sister?” you question, and she shakes her head crying harder—a no is choked through the sob.

“did you know when mommy was pregnant with you that i didn’t think i’d be a good daddy? i was so scared i couldn’t take care of you and love you” wakasa smiles as his daughter looks up, her violet eyes flashing with stars, “but you are the best daddy! the best!” she pouts, reaching her hands up to pinch his cheeks.

wakasa smiles softly, grabbing her hands and placing them on your stomach, she squeals as the baby kicks her tiny palms “you’re going to be the best big sister, you see how much they already like you?” wakasa places a kiss against her temple while she giggles and spreads her fingers across your stomach.

“you’re going to be the best daddy, again” you reach over to cup wakasa’s cheek, his body melting to your touch and he struggles to hold back tears, “i love you” he whispers, heart swelling while wakasa looks over his family.

꒰ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 ꒱

under cotton waves, heat vibrating within the sheets and your husband snoring so loud it’s rattling your ears, baji finally shifts pulling you closer to his chest. sleep invades slowly back into his body until a familiar set of grubby fingers poke at his face.

“daddy, get up” his daughter whispers, pressing her face closer to baji and squinting her eyes at him, “i had a bad dream, get up” she starts sniffling, prodding his face harder and bubbling a cry from her throat.

baji cracks his eyes open, and meets with a pitch dark mask over the orbs as he reaches out until his fingers are met with a crying child—his crying child.

“what’s wrong? what’s wrong princess?” baji stammers, jolting up while he searches for the lamp and stumbling from the bed while he clicks the light on and kneels down to cup his daughter's face.

“n-nightmare, bad nightmare” she bawls, “yeah? what happened, angel? tell me everything” baji thumbs the tears rolling down her cheeks, choking on pitiful sobs and baji’s chest tightens watching his daughter cry harder while she struggles to collect a story.

“you left daddy, you got hurt and mommy cried and i cried—” baji pulls his daughter into his arms before she can let another bellowing sob escape her throat, “it’s okay, i’m here baby, i’m right here” baji begins to cry, clinging harder to his child.

“i’ll never leave, okay? always be here for my girls especially my little princess” baji smiles, his daughter mimicking back the sharp tooth grin. “wanna sleep with mommy and daddy tonight? i’ll keep you real close to me” his daughter squeals back, startling you to roll over beneath the covers.

“she’ll never sleep in her own bed if you keep doing this” you yawn, opening your arms for your daughter and baji following soon after. “i won’t get this when she’s older, i’ll have to start being the bad guy” baji pouts, wrapping his arms around his daughter and you.

“maybe it’s time we have another one” baji whispers, peeking his eyes over at you and you glare back at him, “in your dreams, she’s already a handful” you whisper back at him, and baji flashes a devilish grin “every single night, i dream of just another baby, actually.”

꒰ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 ꒱

ran should be used to this sound by now, the ear bludgeoning cry his daughter has been releasing for the past hour—he hasn’t slept, ate or really had a thought since she’d left the hospital and the cries only grow louder through the night.

ran wanted you to get some rest while he took care of her but as he holds her in his arms, her face scrunched up with another sob choking through her tiny lungs and violet eyes glossed over with tears, he’s about to lose his damn mind.

“please princess, please stop crying” ran coos, crossing his legs as he leans back in the nursery chair, his daughter sobs more, lidded eyes dragging close from exhaustion, ran wants to sleep, eat and go on with life but his daughter comes first, she has to be happy.

“need help?” you appear from the shadows, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and weakly smiling at your husband, “angel, what’re you doing up? you need sleep” ran furrows his eyes as you walk closer, swaddling your daughter from his arms and sitting in his lap.

“i can’t sleep when our daughter is crying” you reply, rubbing a finger across her cheeks, smiling to yourself at her violet hues glaring at you. “you should tell her the thing that i always do when you’re crying” ran whispers, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you against his chest.

“if you stop crying princess i’ll buy you something real pretty” you mock in ran’s voice, laughing when he scoffs you off and a sulk escaping his lips. your daughter seemingly grows quiet as she watches her two parents smile at each other, ran leaning down to brush his lips across yours. “i love you” you whisper to her, listening to the silence finally breaking through.

“and i’ll keep telling you i love you till you stop crying” you add, and ran brings his chin to your shoulder, cupping his daughter’s cheek and smiling when she finally stops crying, “that’s my girl.”

꒰ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 ꒱

rindou watches from his position on the couch as his toddler son smashes two dolls together, flinching when he clashes the objects harder in brute force. “you’re going to break them” he comments, noticing the boy slowly look at him before returning to chaos.

rindou shrugs his shoulders, glancing at the clock and excitedly waiting for your arrival back home—his son leaves another smash together of the figurines before dropping them within his chubby fingers. rindou looks down, noticing the broken toy and his son wobbly standing up and holding it out to him.

then without another beat his son starts to cry—hard, holding the mangled toy and sobbing uncontrollably at his father. rindou sighs, reaching for the toy and his son—propping him on his lap, “i told you it was going to break” he laughs, bouncing his son on his leg while he continues the pitiful crying and rindou winces when his son begins hiccuping more tears.

“you can’t be crying when mommy gets home, she’ll be sad” rindou smiles, wiping his son’s tears and with his other hand putting the disfigured doll back together. “daddy fixed it” rindou hands the toy back to his son, content with the fix he starts giggling and rindou’s smile grows wider.

“hero” his son babbles, looking up at rindou and flashing him a toothy grin, “i-i’m your hero?” rindou asks, and his son nods before sliding off his lap and continuing the rampage on his toys.

“you’re my hero too” your voice startles your husband, his multi colored mullet swaying while he jerks his head around, you crash your lips on his without another word and rindou breaths into the kiss, “missed you so much” rindou mumbles through your lips, chest swelling at his son’s one simple word.

꒰ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔 ꒱

sanzu had his back turned for five seconds before he hears the concrete snap back at his daughter’s knees, with her feet entangled she crashes to the ground, blood leaking from the cut.

“daddy” she wails, holding her knees and sanzu rushes to her side before he can even blink, jerking his shirt off and dabbing at the wound. “it’s okay angel, i’m right here” sanzu lifts his eyes at her, teary eyed turquoise opals look back at him while she cries more.

“you’re doing so good, princess” sanzu wipes the blood away and watches as she sniffles, “want mommy” she cries and sanzu sighs, “always a mommy’s girl when you’re crying.” but sanzu gathers his daughter in his arms, bringing her into your shared home and automatically listening to your twenty questions.

“she’s alright now, just needs her mommy” sanzu scowls, making you laugh while you bring a band-aid over placing it on your daughter's knee, she grips her hold around sanzu’s neck squirming, “all better now angel” sanzu grins and his daughter beams back before jumping from his arms running back outside.

“i need you haru” you coo, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing tight, “at least one of my girls wants me” he mumbles back, vining his arms around your form. “but whenever we need you, you’re always there” you reply into his chest and sanzu cheeks grow a bright red before hugging you as tight as he can.

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