sa-tooru

[sa-tooru]

thinking about how tooru has this one hoodie in particular that i just love because it smells like him and feels like he's got me wrapped in his arms so i wear it whenever i miss him and need comfort, to the point i wear it so much that it also strats comforting him because it's starting to smell like me too and this way we can just cling to each other in a way when the other is away T^T

[sa-tooru]

❝ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 ❞

pairing: f!reader x oikawa tōru

“Why don’t you just go talk to her?”

“Hm?” Oikawa hums, and somehow manages to tear his eyes off you to look at his best friend, nonplussed.

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, shaking his head softly.

“Man, you’re down bad. You’re so busy drooling over her that you didn’t hear a word of what I just said.” The room is mostly dark apart from the colored lights dancing over the multitude drunken, swaying bodies, and the music drums loudly in Oikawa’s ears. He could use that as an excuse; tell him the music’s too loud and therefore he hadn’t been able to hear him. With his brows knit together and feigning feeling offended, he opens his mouth to tell him just that, but Iwaizumi interrupts him before he can get a word out. “Don’t even try to deny it. I can practically see the hearts in your eyes. Really, it's disgusting.”

“I am going to deny it, because it’s a blatant lie,” he says, his own words making his stomach lurch a little. “If anything, she should be drooling over me. You know, like any other girl.”

His best friend stares blankly at him, letting out a soft, incredulous scoff after a moment.

“You’re so full of it.”

“And you’re being unnecessarily mean, Iwa-chan. Why would you even think—?”

“I don’t think— I know you like her. You have since high-school.”

Oikawa looks baffled for a second, scrunching up his nose a little and averting his gaze, which automatically finds its way back to you. He wishes you weren’t so far away.

“I don’t have silly crushes. I am the crush.”

Iwaizumi stares at him for a second with a deep frown on his face. He looks like he’s about to punch his friend... knowing him; he just might.

“She obviously likes you, too. Go do something about it.”

Oikawa arranges his face into what he hopes is a puzzled expression, his own frown a little over exaggerated.

“There’s nothing to do,” he says with a light, nonchalant shrug.

Iwaizumi rubs the side of his face with the palm of his hand and lets out an exasperated groan. “You really are trash.” And before Oikawa can reply, he continues. “I’m going to get another drink. You just keep lying to yourself or whatever.”

Oikawa watches him until he disappears among the crowd, wondering if his best friend has noticed—and the obvious answer seems to be yes. And how could he not? Iwaizumi’s not stupid, and Oikawa has always been pretty obvious; at least to him.

But Iwaizumi had noticed, all right. The lingering touches, the way Tōru would always make sure your shoulders brushed whenever you walked past each other, or how he would interrupt your conversations with unnecessary possessiveness (and pretty evident jealousy) whenever you were talking to other people. But the biggest giveaway was his smile. It seemed brighter when you were the person on the receiving end—bigger. It was one of the few times it was genuinely authentic, and he always seemed to save those specifically for you.

Oikawa gives a heavy sigh beforetaking a sip from his cup, keeping the cool liquid in his mouth for a second before swallowing, eyes fixed on your frame. Anyone who saw him would think it strange, because Oikawa Tōru doesn’t stare at just anybody. He wasn't wrong when he said it was usually the other way around.

But there you are, and there he is... so close, and yet so far away from each other. All it takes is a couple steps, ten, maybe fifteen. Somehow, the distance seems much greater than that.

His eyes follow you as you head to the balcony outside, which he assumes is empty. He leaves his cup forgotten on some table, walking with long strides towards the very same door you jusy disappeared through—towards you. When he reaches it, he hesitates for just a second, hand hovering over the doorknob. He gives a quick glance behind him and, when he makes sure nobody’s really paying attention to him, he steps outside silently.

And there you stand, hands resting on the cold metal of the rail as you take in the stunning view of the city spread out before you. It’s nice; he won’t deny that, but he’d much rather look at you.

He steps close enough that you become aware of his presence, but you don’t turn around to face him. Instead, you smile softly.

“You’re going to get cold,” he murmurs, shrugging off his jacket and placing it gently over your shoulders.

“Careful,” you whisper, quirking up an eyebrow. “Someone might be looking.”

“All they’d see is me being the gentleman that I am.”

Your snort makes him smile; he likes hearing your laugh, whether it comes out as a light giggle or a sudden, weird and unnecessarily loud bark.

“Why aren’t you enjoying the party?” you ask him. Your voice is quiet as though you’re sharing a secret with him. You’re used to using that tone with Oikawa. “Shouldn’t you be impressing all the ladies with your fabulous moves?”

He puffs up his cheeks, mimicking your pose. His right hand is so close to yours that he can feel the warmth radiating off your skin, a nice contrast to the chilly weather outside. If he moved just a bit closer he’d be able to touch it, maybe even hold it. It’s absolutely stupid and unfair that he can’t.

Oikawa’s quiet for a second, pursing his lips, deep in thought.

“Well, the only lady I’d like to impress decided the party was not up to her standards.” He shifts his hand a little to the right, and his pinky makes contact with yours, and he lifts it to place it on top of it. “Got too boring for you?”

You hum, hooking your finger with his and your smile broadens.

“I just needed some fresh air,” you answer, giving him a sideways glance. Anyone who saw the two of you outside would think that you were just holding a casual conversation. “What about you?”

He chuckles, eyes downcast as he flexes his fingers around the cold metal.

“I just needed an excuse to end up in a lonely balcony with you.”

Your heart does a summersault in your chest and you look away to impede him from seeing you’re actually flustered. He’s barely touching you, but you feel oddly warm. It’s funny how, after all these years, he still has that effect on you.

His eyes dart to you for just a second, and the urge to lean into you is so strong that he has a hard time fighting it. It’s a real struggle to keep a respectful distance between your bodies. Despite that, each hushed word between you two makes you both inch closer to each other.

Next thing you know, your faces are a breath away, and you’re mesmerized by the intense emotions in his eyes.

“I love you,” you whisper. And, suddenly aware of how close you’re standing and how much you like it, you force yourself to take a wide step back. He curls his fingers around your hand with a strong grip before you’re able to back away too much. Your brow is furrowed as you look down, trying to pull away from his grasp. He doesn’t budge. “Tōru, what are you doing?” you mumble frantically, glancing furtively around. Though no one seems to be looking your way, you make a feeble attempt to free your hand once again.

“I’m done pretending,” he says, his voice low, the warm whisper of it sending shivers up and down your spine. Oikawa allows his fingers to trail up your arm, and you drag your gaze up to his. His eyes are so full of longing and desperation that you freeze in your spot. “I can’t do it anymore.”

Saying those words allows him to finally breathe, it’s a huge weight that has been lifted off his shoulders. It had taken him weeks to muster up the courage to tell you, but seeing you tonight had made something in him crack. Oikawa’s tired of pretending that he isn't utterly and madly in love with you, and according to Iwaizumi, he had already failed at it anyway.

Pushing his feelings down is the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. Acting like you’re just another person in his life with no bigger importance than a good friend, stealing kisses behind curtains and underneath bleachers, sneaking around to stay the night just so that he could hold you for just a moment as you fall asleep in his arms.

And he looked at you and simply didn’t care anymore—about what people say. That he’s a hopeless romantic, that he’s reading too much into things, that he’s still too young to know what real, actual love feels like. But if that’s true, then what is it that he feels when he’s with you?

It’s not just his heart racing and his knees growing weak or his loss of speech. It’s the calmness that comes with you; the feeling that he’s complete, like he’s finally found his place in the world—which is next to you. Wherever you are is where he belongs.

“I love you. So much,” Oikawa breathes out, and he touches you gently under the chin, prompting your gaze to meet his. His eyes gleam with earnest sincerity, and you suddenly find yourself at a loss for words. “And I don’t want to hide it anymore. It’s torture, pretending you don’t mean everything to me. I’d be nowhere without you. I’m tired of all the secrecy; of not being able to hold you in public, to kiss you and… be with you. I just want to be with you,” he repeats, shining eyes falling to your lips.

Your mouth parts open upon hearing his confession, your previous struggle long forgotten. And you really don’t know what to say. It’s okay though, he knows.

His heart pounds loudly in his chest when your faces inch closer, and Tōru swears time stops when his lips finally meet yours. Your knees grow weak and your eyes flutter shut, fingers curled against his chest, around the fabric of his shirt. His lips are soft and warm; he instantly invades all your senses, and the taste of him silences all your thoughts. There’s raw emotion in the way his fingers dig into your lower back to hold you as close as humanly possible. Heat rises from Oikawa’s stomach to his chest, and he feels like he could combust any second just from the sweet feeling of your lips on his—he nearly forgets how to breathe. He’s sure his whole body will catch on fire if he doesn’t stop.

When he reluctantly breaks the kiss, his breath comes out in short, ragged pants. He presses his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed shut. He can feel people’s eyes on you both, but frankly, he can’t bring himself to care. It feels as though it’s only the two of you in the entire world.

Oikawa opens his eyes, which glimmer with admiration when he looks at you, almost like you’ve just given him the entire universe. In a way, it’s true. You gave it to him when you gave him your heart.

[sa-tooru]

"oikawa being into space was just a headcanon" "oikawa liking aliens was so fanon" well space nerd oikawa is real to ME. he theorizes about aliens in my HEART.

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. literally one suggestive line and that's it. this is so short and lazy, and secretly just an excuse for me to share some space facts I learned recently. reader and oikawa talk about aliens. any astronomers or casual space enjoyers, feel free to either correct me or drop more cool space facts! haven't written for this guy in a while, I m*ss him ://

"did you know that earth chirps?"

you and oikawa are laying in bed together and staring at the ceiling after a long week, neither of you able to turn your minds off long enough to relax and let slumber take over.

you hear shuffling and assume he turned over to face you. "really?" he asks, clearly interested. "I thought sound couldn't travel in space?"

you make a noise of confirmation. "mhm. it doesn't travel, but everything still emits noise. it's just recorded through radio waves and stuff."

"and earth chirps?" you hear enthusiasm start to creep into his voice, his energy spreading to you as well. this often happens on sleepless nights with him- you either turn to... cardio or end up talking with him for hours until one of you falls asleep mid conversation.

and since it's a warm summer night in argentina, tonight will definitely only consist of the latter.

you forget for a moment that it's dark and he can't see you well when you nod. "well, that's how I would describe the sound. is that not the most mother nature-y thing you've ever heard?"

he props himself up on one arm and looks down at you. "okay, now you have to show me that video you saw."

and you do. once he's listened, you see his eyes glowing not only because of the screen, but out of excitement as well. "that's so cool!"

you nod again and sit up with him, smiling. "and I saw this other really cool video about other space sounds- two black holes merging sounds like a water droplet."

you show him that video too, and he shakes his head in amazement. "isn't space just so interesting?"

you toy with your phone for a bit. "I, um... since we can't sleep... I have a whole bunch of other facts-" you start, and just as you're wondering if it's stupid to ask him if he wants to continue the conversation or if you should just let it fizzle out naturally, he cuts you off.

"I want to hear them all, mi vida. you know I do."

you grin and settle in, telling him all about neptune's atmospheric layers, how it's mantle is made up of a water-ammonium ocean that hails diamonds at a certain depth. you mention that saturn has a hexagonal storm just above it's north pole, and that other storms appear on the planet every twenty to thirty years.

somehow you get onto the topic of aliens, something you've both already discussed in depth when you were first getting to know each other all those years ago, but with your new knowledge comes the development of new questions.

and oikawa listens to every last one of your late night rambles. partially because he is genuinely interested in the topic at hand... but mostly because he's an attentive and caring partner and loves hearing your thoughts on everything.

he adores the way your mind works and how you jump from theory to theory, cutting yourself off with a new thought as soon as you think of it. he admires the vibrancy in your tone, excitement bleeding into your words whenever he responds that slowly tapers off into sleepiness.

in the dark he watches your outline lower down onto your pillow and laughs to himself about how adorable you are.

at least one of you will be getting a good night's sleep.

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this is short and rushed bc something came up earlier, BUT AS PROMISED, HERE IT IS!!!

@dira333 :D

[sa-tooru]

Feel like I'm hot stuff, you're my rockstar

[sa-tooru]

“everything okay?”

oikawa’s head tilts to the side. his brows furrow when he sees the look on your face.

“yes, did i do something to make you think that i wasn’t?”

your eyes land on the frames decorating his face, slightly slipping down his nose. in need of an adjustment you’re sure, considering the inconsistency of use. it’s not that he doesn’t like to wear them, and it’s absolutely not that he doesn’t look good in them. in fact, you love his glasses. it’s just…rare.

“out of contacts?”

his mouth opens for a moment, then shuts. sheepishly, he nods.

“i ordered some, but they were out. so they’re getting here a couple days late. i miscounted how many days i had and,” he adjusts the frame with his finger. “here we are. why, not a fan?”

you playfully smack his bum when you walk past him to get to the sink and he smirks. he knows that’s not true, he knows you’re trying to look out for him. but he can’t resist.

“oh save it,” you hand him his water bottle from where it was drying on the rack. he smiles and kisses you on the forehead, heart warm when you lean into his touch.

“but i get to call you four-eyes until they come in.”

he rolls his eyes. “that’s not very sexy, call me something else.”

“i’m going to call you late if you don’t leave soon, i don’t need you to miss another team meeting.”

he kisses you on the lips before walking away with his hands up in surrender.

“okay, okay. you better have a better name by the time i’m home.”

[sa-tooru]

talent is something you make bloom

[sa-tooru]

something short cuz it's Oikawa's birthday and I wanted to write something

Happy birthday to the honorary argentinian

"Torū despierta"

Said man opened up and eye as your hoarse voice brought him back to the real world. His first view of the day was your sleepy face behind a little cake with a single lit candle

As he focused his gaze and you noticed his full consciousness back, you started to sing the soft familiar tune.

"Feliz cumpleaños a ti, feliz cumpleaños a ti, feliz cumpleaños querido Oikawa.... feliz cumpleaños a ti"

An expected smile appeared on his lips. Eyes wrinkling and lips pursed to blow out the candles, letting the warm sun peak through the closed curtains

"Well happy birthday to me indeed" he chuckled as he brought you in for a hug, carefully putting the cake aside

"Just the best for the best boy"

"Best man, I'm old" he mentioned with a whine. 30 years old, the fourth floor as his father in law would tease, the smile lines that started to be seen in his conference photos, the freckles after each trip to the beach, the teasing of Mattsun and Maki from the distance, everything reminded him that he was older.

Glory days still ahead of him, according to his coach. But he couldn't pass by the pain on his knees and the way he found more difficult to stay awake to study the opponent.

"Nah best boy, you still have that annoying but charming boyish thing in you" were your words as you caressed the brown locks out of his face. You weren't wrong, and he loved that. He would still stick out his tongue at rivals, make peace signs for photos and keep that cocky grin when he made a perfect set for a teammate.

Oikawa Torū was 30 years old, another 5 years or a decade and he would have to quit his loved sport.

But having your lips pressed to his forehead with a promise of a day to never forget, the id recognition of Iwaizumi's and Shoyo's calls and a few unread texts.... It convinced him that being a year older couldn't harm him

As long as all the years after were spent with you and your heart of gold

He didn't mind at all

[sa-tooru]

oikawa 😝😝😝😝

[sa-tooru]

ok but let’s talk about how fun oikawa would be as your boyfriend —

he pretends like he doesn’t know you every time you meet him for a date and flirts with you shamelessly. he pouts at you to help him with his homework but spends the entire time stealing kisses and giggling in your ear. he takes countless pictures of you and changes his lockscreen every other day. he pulls your hair to get your attention. he asks for cuddles then tickles you until your stomach hurts. he licks your hand when you cover his mouth because he won’t stop rambling. he sends you endless memes on instagram and complains when you don’t reply. he pinches your cheeks and calls you cute. he texts you as soon as he wakes up. he tries to teach you volleyball and laughs his ass off when you can’t spike his sets. he calls you stupid pet names in front of your friends because he loves seeing you flustered. he introduces you to his family as the president of his fanclub. he brings your mom flowers every time he comes over. he kisses the tip of your nose as a greeting.

[sa-tooru]

[sa-tooru]

KEY CHANGE — s. koushi

MEET THE BAND → SAKURA

— sugawara koushi lead guitarist

— eita semi lead singer, rhythm guitarist

— suna rintarou drummer

— oikawa tooru bassist

m.list

ABOUT THE BAND

— sakura was originally founded by semi but the band was never made official until after tooru joined

— semi and koushi are cousins

— the band is currently looking for a keyboard player but hasn’t been able to find the right person

— rin was recruited to the band after semi overhead him tapping his fingers in class one day, and semi thought he had really good rhythm

— koushi never planned on joining the band, but he loved making music with semi when they were younger so he said yes

— they currently have 2 albums out and have already played at a few small venues around the city

— they hold practice in semi’s basement

— tooru and rin are roommates and surprisingly get along despite what they show online

— of all the band members, semi has the most fans

— koushi was actually the one who taught semi how to play the guitar when they were kids

— one of their very first fans gifted rin a customized set of drumsticks with his initials engraved on them and he never plays a gig without them

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[sa-tooru]

to say satoru is just clingy would be quite wrong actually.

“give me a kiss”, he pleads, voice soft, and eyes even softer. tenderness seeping from them as he looks at you, his gaze slowly shifting from your eyes to your lips in anticipation.

“i just gave you one”, you push a finger against his puckered lips.

“that was a long time ago, give me another”, he rolls closer to you. his body now completely on your side of the bed and his head on your pillow.

he throws an arm over you, his hand reaching at your back to pull you in until you’re squished chest to chest.

“that was three seconds ago”, you correct him.

“come on, my delicate. give me my air. or else i’ll suffocate and die”

“mmm? i am your air?”

“yes, you are”, he nods his head and puckers his lips again, waiting.

you kiss him softly. almost through a chuckle at his words at first, until his soft pink lips melt your sounds into a low hum. his hand trailing up from your back to your hair, fingers dancing like a tender rain on your scalp.

when you pull your face away, you drag a needy moan out of him along with it. almost like he’s out of air again.

“another one”, his breath shallow. “give me another”

to say he’s just clingy would be wrong. he’s just a human, so in love, who can’t hold his breath for too long.

[sa-tooru]

The Crown Prince

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru

WC: ~1k Genre: Fluff, Light angst

notes: Santa left a gift for @sa-tooru with me

It’s become a routine for him. Staring out the window of his study into the gardens. He can nearly smell the flowers as he looks at them, the sweet scent that he’s sure radiates through the entire palace. Maybe he’s just constantly consumed by the thoughts of the garden. Or rather, the thoughts of you.

You were born in the palace. Tooru has known you since then. The first baby born there since he. Born to one of the women who worked in his palace’s gardens. The same one that you grew to work in as well.

When he was younger he would run around there with you. Before he grew to understand his title. Before he was tasked with all the responsibilities that went along with being named Oikawa Tooru, Crown Prince.

Responsibilities like learning every royal from every neighboring kingdom. Like attending his father’s court meetings and playing in politics he was still too young to truly understand. Like caring for his sister’s well-being and safety. Like presenting himself in a manner that everyone else in the kingdom could look up to.

Responsibilities like having a royal betrothed chosen for him. Something that forced his childhood crush into hiding, never to be spoken of.

His interactions with you for the past 15 years had been dwindled into strolls in the gardens that he would slyly convince you to take with him. You never treated him like everyone else did. You saw him as your prince, of course, your future king, but he was always the boy you grew up with, the one you were so very fond of, resigned to be near him but never with him.

Your strolls consisted of fond conversations, prying into the events you’d both missed in each other’s lives. Jokes made at the expense of members of the court. Secretly stolen glances when the other wasn’t looking. Memories of the past that each of you treated as priceless artifacts. Small flirtations slipped in by your prince that you pretended not to notice.

The time between his visits, he plagued your thoughts. Wishes that you would go back to the way things were when you were children. Before you both understood your roles in the kingdom. Before you addressed him as your highness, when he was just Tooru to you.

He stole looks at the garden through the palace windows until he couldn’t bear it. Resigned to watch you through stained glass. Every time he was stressed or needed comfort, every time there was a lapse in his thoughts, you were there for him. Present in his mind, in his sight as he would find himself looking out a window to find you amongst the flowers. And when things were really bad, he’d find himself-once again-wandering out of his palace into your gardens to find you.

It was as he did tonight, after spotting you in the setting sun among your favorite flowers, ensuring they were growing properly.

He came to you in a rush. He wasn’t pristinely put together as he usually was. Frantic glances stolen this way and that as he ducked under hanging vines and between the rows of tall flowers. A determination in his eyes to reach you.

You were taken by surprise by the hands that caught you among the waist, fingers twisting in your dress as you were pulled behind the nearby hedge, hiding you from the view of the palace.

“Your highness,” you breathed his title into the air as you realized him in the darkness, surprise lacing your voice as you took him in. “What’s wrong?” your surprise shifted to worry as you took in the way he looked about frantically. The way he, unbeknownst to you, was ensuring there were no prying glances, nor spying ears.

You only heard a whisper of your name before his own lips pulled a gasp from yours as he leaned to you, connecting them at last. A years long dream of his to feel yours move against his.

Your thoughts swam. A knowledge that you shouldn’t be doing this. Thoughts that were pushed out by the sheer rush of having his lips against your own. The knowledge seeped out of your head, being left behind in the soil as your heels left it. Your body lifted onto your toes to aide his arms in lifting you closer, kissing you harder.

You were breathless when he finally pulled back. Questions left to gather in the space between your bodies. “Your-”

“No, please, call me by name.” It was a soft plea. A begging request from your royalty.

“Tooru.” His name felt foreign on your tongue, yet it felt like home. Like coming back after a long day of work to where you knew you were meant to be. “What’s going on? Why?” You couldn’t formulate properly all the questions that were laid on your tongue.

“I can’t bear it anymore.” He confessed, his fingers pulling you in close again. “I love you, I’ve been in love with you for years. I don’t care if I’m a prince and you’re not royalty. If you’re not the one my parents have promised my betrothal to. You’re all I want. It’s always been you. I’ve known it since we were young. Please, please confess to me that you feel the same.”

“Tooru,” you match his volume, whispers that could be carried away in the wind if he didn’t listen to you closely enough, but he always did. There were a million worries floating in your head but the way he looked at you now, unbidden fondness in his eyes, overrode them all. “I’ve known it since we were young. It’s always going to be you. Royalty or commoner. My Tooru.” Your fingers brush along his cheek, memorizing the structure by touch alone. Closer than you had been in 15 years.

He leans in again then, lips whispering a request that you would be hard pressed to refuse before sealing it with a kiss. “Run away with me. Fuck all of this. Fuck the crown, fuck the kingdom. Just you. You and me forever.”

[sa-tooru]

Cuffing Season with Oikawa

A confession for Cat (@sa-tooru) a rivals to lovers story

Where: A Christmas festival How: The Christmas festival. It’s the talk of the town every year. Everyone goes at one point or another. To see the lights, ride the small rides, shop the small stands that locals put up. Everyone goes and everyone loves it. Especially the couples. You, however, were not one of those couples.

You were supposed to go with a group of friends. Classmates from Karasuno, ones that you have since lost. You swear you turned around from the group for not even a full five seconds. You know they didn’t mean to either, something exciting having probably caught their attention. It was easy to lose people in the crowds. Also easy to find people you wish you didn’t.

“Well look who we have.” It was a familiar voice and one you weren’t planning on hearing.

“Oikawa.” You responded, a grimace of a smile on your face. The setter of one of your school’s rival volleyball teams. “What a… coincidence to find you here.”

He chuckles a bit at your forced niceties, trying to not taunt in the spirit of the season. “Don’t hurt yourself by being too nice there.” He jokes as he takes in your bundled up form, alone, at the Christmas festival. “You here alone?”

You sigh and decide on the spot that he looks genuinely interested in the answer and figure you can be genuine back. “I seem to have lost my friends somewhere.” Your eyes follow your statement, flitting through the crowd again, in perfect time to miss the way that Tooru’s eyes light up at the statement.

What you hadn’t know about your rival standing across from you, is the interest he’d had in you. The small crush he’d been harboring behind the taunts he gave in public. “How about I help you look for them?”

You pause for a moment, taken aback by the offer. Your mouth answers before your brain has the chance to overthink it. “That’d be great, thanks.”

This was definitely not how you thought the night would go. Especially not when Tooru’s arm ends up wrapped around your shoulder because “Well, we don’t wanna get separated too, do we?” and your cheeks burn under the sentiment. Something that you can pretend was the cold instead of him.

And when he drags you to the first small treat stand, a booth selling fresh baked goods, he swears it’s because “We might as well enjoy the festival while we’re looking, be a shame to pass up on something that smells so good.”

You keep the chatter small, each of you pointing out small things about the booths you pass, commenting on the lights and the decorations as you try to find your friends. Try can be used loosely here, because by the time the two of you find the hot chocolate stand, you’ve nearly forgotten that the intention was to find them and not to just spend the festival walking around with Tooru. The warm drink seems to defrost your feelings towards the setter as the two of you walk on, conversation traveling towards classes and activities outside of school and volleyball.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be finding them anytime soon.” You chuckle after some time, somehow less upset about the admission than you thought you’d be. “Maybe you’d like to go look at the lights with me instead?” You put yourself on the ledge with the offer, hoping he’d join you as you look at him out of the corner of your eye.

You watch the shock flit over his face before he settles on a smile. “C’mon I know a good path.”

He tugs you towards an opening in the bushes that’s barely lit and you can’t help but worry for a second. Nervous for where he was taking you. That is, until lights flicker into view and you realize what you’re surrounded with.

Twinkling lights cover tall hedges on either side of the path, strings of them overhead and forming a canopy for you to walk under. “This is so pretty.” You muse as you walk, watching the lights blink in the night.

“Kind of makes me think we should do another date like this.” Tooru whispers back, joining you on the ledge.

“Another date? Is this a date?”

“I’d like it to be.”

“Then I’d love to have a second date soon.”

@/zorosprincess says: ‘no copying please ;p’ Cuffing Season Event

[sa-tooru]

birthdays. satoru gojo x reader

December 7th, 2005. Tokyo Jujutsu High.

“We got lucky Gojo was assigned a mission today huh.”

“It wasn’t luck I asked Yaga-sensei specifically for it.”

“Wooow you some sort of evil genius or something, Suguru-kun?”

“I have my moments.”

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[sa-tooru]

gojo satoru is a starer. his chin is propped up on his fist and he looks at you like you’re a burning house he wants to live in, to crawl inside of you and find all of your worst parts so he can love you there. he stares at you when you feel your messiest, smeared makeup or eating dinner, 10 maybe 15 minutes out of bed in the morning but he studies you, crystalline blues memorising every part.

“you’re staring again, satoru.” you’ll laugh and he’s all wrapped up in his own little world, he barely hears you until you’re tapping playfully on his cheek but he doesn’t look away, not when your eyes are on his. never. not when a mere look from you feels like it opens suns in his heart.

sometimes he’ll laugh it off, shoot you a wink and a cheeky grin but he’ll still stare at you like he’s loved you since the beginning of everything, like you’re two souls from the same star. like he’s seen heaven without ever entering it.

[sa-tooru]

miss cat i didn’t know which inbox to go to so i’m here 💜 with a flower and a smooch on both your cheeks — have a good week

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