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“the only man I would want to marry” and it’s literally Nanami Kento

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gojo to cure me

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★ asking roommate!sukuna if you can sleep with him because you’re scared

“no.”

the door slams in your face, grazing your nose ever so slightly. you don’t know what you were expecting when you knocked at 2am — maybe you weren’t thinking at all. the booming thunder outside was dizzying and your feet raced you out of your room and down the hall in record speed before you could even process the rattling of your bones. 

you knock again. the door swings open. he is not happy. 

sukuna’s sporting a scowl, piercings glinting from the hallway light, as he glares down at you. he’s shirtless and wearing boxers that hang low on his hips, revealing sharp angles and thick lines of ink. on any other occasion, you would have swooned to yourself but now’s not the time. 

“please, s’kuna. i can’t sleep on my own like this.”

his brow quirks up. “and that’s my problem because?”

fuck. 

he’s not listening. you can’t even blame him — it’s late and he’s already warned you he’s not the sweet type, that you shouldn’t treat him like a boyfriend, and he doesn’t cuddle so unless you’re up for spreading your legs, you should keep your distance. but you thought since you guys have been having dinner together, going out for errands, and even building inside jokes that he might feel inclined to do you a little favour. 

“y-yeah, you’re right. sorry.” you jolt when the next rumble sends the apartment swaying. “oh! fuck. just…sorry. night.”

scrambling back, you clutch yourself tight, resenting the shudders running through you, like the storm has wormed its way in and is eating you from the inside. 

“ah!”

two huge arms wrap around you, lifting you up, back, and tossing you onto a bed. you bounce once. twice. sukuna makes an exasperated noise and runs his hand through his hair. “you’re an annoying little shit. you better not snore or i’m kicking you out.”

then, he’s climbing in behind you, lying on his stomach, faced buried in his pillow and paying you no mind. you’re in his bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like you’ve been here before and will be again. it did occur to you that things might get awkward, but the way he’s not even the slightest bit tense and letting you hike up the covers over both of you even though he runs hot tells a different story. 

minutes pass by, you still can’t sleep. the storm is suffocating. just as your eyes flutter shut, a flash of lightning breaches the blanket of his curtains and a fierce roaring follows shortly after, shaking the bed frame. shit.

“quit shivering. can’t fucking sleep when you’re on vibration mode.”

“sorry.”

he opens one eye to judge you. “you scared of a little thunder? embarrassing.”

“yeah.”

grunting, he mutters something, as if scolding himself and throws an arm around you. sukuna rolls you two over so he’s on his back and you’re on his chest. he’s warm and hardened with muscles, yet you melt into him as if he’s a teddy bear. he smells nice too. 

you’re rendered confused, unable to reconcile his actions with the relevance to anything that had transpired in the last ten minutes. but…you hear it. or rather, you don’t. his body is shielding you from the sounds outside, distracting your senses with the feel of him, bare, against you. the thunders are washed away by the beating of something inside his chest.

quietly, you quip, feeling the need to cover up the heat rising to your cheeks, “i didn’t know you had a heart.”

sukuna scoffs. “yeah, neither. now shut up, don’t want to deal with your grumpy ass in the morning.”

maybe you are closer than you thought. though you won’t bring that up to him, knowing how defensive he gets. unspoken and subtle, you’re content with the way he shows his loyalty. it’s sincere and consistent and that’s all that matters.

so, you find yourself falling asleep dreaming of a fire engulfing you, drowning all else away, and laying a gentle kiss on your head. 

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me when its that time of the day when im under the covers, cozied up, kicking my feet and ready to go town in the smut tag

(ovulating)

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2 Sylus, 1 zayne and 1 xavier I hate life

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I hope in the next banner you get rafayel hard pity and somehow the r1 outfit looks so pretty you aim for r1 but oh no! Seems like you lost the 50/50 to a sylus standard and now you’re running low on gems so you buy some packs, hoping it’s enough to get r1, but to your despair you seem to have done 50 pulls and still nothing. what a shame, so you decide to buy more packs and when you pull YOU GET A 5 STAR?! but the worst part is, you forgot to do precise wish and now you got the sylus limited aw man… now you’re even more annoyed, no gems or wishes on your name, in desperate need for r1 rafayel. so you decide to try one more time, putting your precise wish as rafayel and buying a bit more packs, and started pulling. And finally you got to the point where you had 10 wishes before a 5 star and just hoped and PRAYED you get rafayel but looks like you lost the 50/50 again!!!!!!!!! May this happen to you on every banner

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IF I SEE ONE MORE OC x CHARACTER IN THE “x reader” SECTION IMA TWEAK.

I AM NOT YOUR OC💔💔💔

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SMASH

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camboy!suguru who, when you first met him as your new roommate, seemed so put-together. he was always meticulously dressed, spoke in calm, measured tones, and his side of the apartment was impeccably neat. he even offered to split the chores evenly, which felt like a godsend after your last chaotic living situation.

camboy!suguru who, despite his outwardly composed demeanor, had a secret. a very loud, very active secret that emerged most nights after midnight. you'd lie in bed, trying to ignore the rhythmic creaking from his room, the low moans, and sometimes, a muffled voice talking to… someone?

camboy!suguru who, at first, you thought was just a serial dater with a rather enthusiastic sex life. you even considered wearing headphones to bed. but then you noticed a pattern: no one ever actually left his room in the mornings. it was just him, always alone, always looking a little more tired but also oddly content.

camboy!suguru who, as much as you hated to admit it, you found yourself getting off to. it felt shameful, but it was so easy to get pent-up as a busy college student, and online porn just didn't hit right. it was too overly dramatized for your taste.

camboy!suguru who, by contrast, felt real. his groans were soft and sensual, and you could never help dipping your fingers into the waistband of your underwear. it was a little hard to look him in the eye the morning after.

camboy!suguru who, you noticed, had a particular brand of energy drink he consumed by the case. they were always stacked neatly in the fridge, and he'd go through at least three during his nightly sessions. you found an empty one in the living room one morning, tucked under the couch cushion.

being a good roommate, you decided to clean up after camboy!suguru. as you reached for the can, your fingers brushed against something hard and plastic beneath it. you pulled it out. it was a small, high-quality camera, still warm, with a blinking red light that indicated it had just been recording.

camboy!suguru who, holding the camera, your heart started to pound. you knew it was his — it had his initials etched subtly on the side. but why was it under there? and why was it still recording? your thumb, almost on its own accord, hit the playback button.

camboy!suguru who's face filled the tiny screen. he was looking directly into the lens, his eyes intense, his breath coming in ragged gasps. he was shirtless, glistening with sweat, and… and he was stroking himself, slow and deliberate, his long fingers wrapped around his hard cock.

camboy!suguru who, in the video, let out a deep, drawn-out moan, his head thrown back as he looked away from the camera, clearly close to climax. the angle of the shot, the way he was positioned — it was clear he was on the very couch you were now sitting on, thighs clenched. your couch.

camboy!suguru who's video you quickly paused, trying to slip the camera back under the cushion, just as you heard his bedroom door open.

camboy!suguru who walked into the living room, locking eyes with you. he glanced at you, the camera in your hand, and the surprise in your eyes. with a tilt of his head, he gently asked if you were alright. like you didn't know. like he didn't know that you knew.

camboy!suguru who took the item from you, placing it on the table. he walked towards you, and by instinct, you stepped away, until the back of your knees hit the couch. leaning over you, he tilted your head up. he didn't say anything, and neither did you, as his hands went straight to your hips, pulling you flush against him.

camboy!suguru who laid you down against the cushions, pushing his length into your wet cunt, smiling as you desperately tried to adjust to his size. he elicited gasps and moans you never knew you were capable of, pushing you past your limits until you were a panting, trembling mess.

camboy!suguru who easily made you cum twice, before flipping you onto your stomach. he was gentle, but demanding, insisting that you could take more, even when the edges of your vision grew hazy from fatigue. he rewarded you with kind praise, and kinder kisses; enough to let you forget that you'd be rendered immobile for the next three days.

camboy!suguru who pulled you to his bare chest, his face glowing from that post-sex sheen. his breath warm against your skin, he promised he'd send you the link when it was posted. he didn't lie — "taught my stunning roommate the consequences of snooping around."

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Jujutsu Kaisen | Sukuna Ryoumen

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i love x reader fics

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˚₊‧꒰ა gojo satoru ﾉ f. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𓂃 cruel vortexes

⤿ ꒰ inappropriate use of limitless ⭒ brat taming ꒱

"torrruuuu I can't —" you hiccuped. hips stirring in pitiful little bucks. "please, please I can't."

"god you're so whiney." and he was so cruel. rubbing on your poor pulsing clit with a spiralling, mini vortex on his thumb.

date the strongest, they said. it would be fun, they said— until he started bending atoms on your clit.

the suction coupled with his callouses perked your tits and slicked your untouched, neglected slit. pooling in your sticky mess. enticing. begging.

but satoru? he was in a mood. edging wasn't usually on his agenda but a certain brat even has him making exceptions. "oh I'm sorry pretty," he crooned above you. one strong arm steeled tight around your middle. his thumb circled faster. the suction suckled harder.

you choked. whined. your head tipped back and he stole the opportunity to lay hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat. "fuck, so wet." you think he's granting you mercy when his thumb swiped down. you gushed around it, hoping he'd swap for long fingers stroking on your sweetspot instead.

alas, that grin tells you otherwise. shlap! you jolt at the spank and grip the sheets. your only support since your cruel boyfriend prefers pinching on your oversensitive clit.

"baby," you sobbed.

"aww so I'm 'baby' now?" his thumb grew ruthless. you squirmed and arched. two fingers traced your spine. as if he cared for your tears or orgasm. "I'm 'baby' when you want something? yeah you fucking brat?" satoru grinned, deranged and mean as the vortex spun so vigorously your eyes looped back.

you clenched around nothing. sobbed and clung around his blue shirt. "fuck— toru- toru 'm sorry please please I'm gonna—!"

cry. that's all you're gonna do when his mean thumb retracted and the devil flashed his grin above you.

"gonna cum?" he crooned, stroking your side in faux comfort and smearing your slick on the curve. no stimulation, whatsoever.

"go on sweet girl. cum for me. cum for me like a good girl, hmm?"

© 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 . no copying, translation or plagiarism authorised

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cam boy!gojo fucking shy!reader on a livestream. You don’t know how you agreed to do this with him, but you did. Maybe it was his charming smile or sultry voice that dragged you in and made you nod yea at every question of his, but now you were standing here completely naked before he started his stream.

“I’m nervous,” you mumbled.

“I’m right here with you, sweets, okay? Just let me do all the work. You sit here and look pretty.” He pecked your cheek, clicking the start live button. Loads of people came flooding his chat, already donating money before he could even do anything.

He sat there in his computer chair, you propped up in his lap while his hand caressed over your ass. “Hi everyone.” He smiled, looking at the chat.

user54902: who’s the girl??

You hid behind your face behind your hand, nervously blinking as the viewer count kept rising. “As you can see I have a special guest with me. She’s a little shy so be nice with her, yeah?” He looked up at you, smiling. “Say hi, sweets.”

“H-hi everyone.” You waved to the camera, giving an awkward smile. If you could barely survive having a normal conversation how were you going to survive being completely naked and fucked in front of hundreds of people. You were having second thoughts.

bigd1ckguro: she’s adorable can’t wait to hear her scream ($100 donated)

ovrwrkd&hrny: shy ones are always the freakiest

“She is adorable, isn’t she?” He squeezed your cheeks with his hand, placing a wet kiss on your lips. “You ready?” He whispered in your ear. You bit the inside of your cheek, giving him a small nod despite your heart pounding desperately in your chest.

Gojo has you completely exposed to everyone watching, legs hooked behind your ears that you can’t even squirm away if you wanted. His cock is splitting you open full nelson style. He’s so deep, each thrust rummaging against your g-spot threatening to make your squirt. “Ah! Ah! Fuck!” You cry out, breathing heavily when he starts to go crazy, fucking you like animal. “S-slow downnnn!” Your toes curl, eyes rolling back when you feel the pressure build up in your bladder.

“Awe, you gonna squirt? I’d think they love if I made that pretty pussy squirt all over the camera,” he huffs, gently biting at your earlobe. “Come on, sweets, fucking give it to me.”

“My god!” The feeling is so intense, and you’re trying so hard to hold back, but you pry open your eyes and stare at the camera before your eyes flicker down to the chat, loads of comments and donations pouring in about making you squirt.

whimperyb0y: bet she squirts so fucking much, wanna watch her gush ($75 donated)

cultofpu$$y: she’s so drunk off his cock how cute ($125 donated)

Gojo’s cock reaches deep, hitting that sweet spot over and over, so determined to drive you over the edge. You already feel it coming, clenching your eyes shut and turning your head away from the camera as if it was going to do anything. “Shit, shit, shit! I’m c-cummingggahhh!” You’re screaming in pleasure when you feel the heavenly release, warm liquid gushing out of your pussy, splashing everywhere and soaking Gojo’s thighs. “Yessss!” Little waves of squirt keep pouring at your pussy as he fucks you through your orgasm, leaving your brain completely fried.

bigd1ckguro: fuck yeah she’s a messy little thing, love hearing her scream

ovrwrkd&hrny: she’s got it all over the camera

cultofpu$$y: god she just made me cum so fucking hard

“That’s a good fucking girl,” Gojo praises, pressing a kiss to your cheek, unhooking his arm from under your leg and reaching between your thighs to give your pussy a few slaps. “You got me fucking soaked, sweets,” he chuckles, slapping your wet pussy just enough to tease your swollen clit. Small whimpers escape your throat as lay there nearly lifeless from the orgasm you just had.

whimperyb0y: creampie her pls

ovrwrkd&hrny: ^^ breed her cunt wanna watch it drip out

Gojo pressed another kiss to your cheek before he began thrusting up into you again as he rubs your clit in slow circles. Small gasps and whimpers are all that you manage to let out, your orgasm literally draining you, but you can’t get over how good it all feels. “Faster…please,” breathlessly say, your hand reaching up to grope at your tits and pull at your nipples.

Gojo listens without asking, your pussy loudly squelching around his cock with the faster he goes, rubbing your clit at nearly the same pace. You head falls back on his shoulder, jaw slack when feel the curve of his cock reach your sweet spot again. “Fuckk, you look so damn good like this.” His eyes rake over your sweaty body before making eye contact with you. Reaching a hand up, you pull him for a kiss, tongue messily sliding against each other like you’re starved, biting at his bottom lip and drinking his moans.

cultofpu$$y: shy girl ain’t so shy now

ovrwrkd&hrny: she just needed to come out her shell, I could tell she was nasty to begin with

“God, baby, you’re gonna make me fucking cum,” he breathes. “Let me cum inside, sweets.” He pecks your lips, rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts get more and more sloppier, driving both himself and you to the edge. “Oh fuck…oh fuckkk…holy shit, you’re gonna squirt again, huh?” He holds back on his orgasm as much as he can just so he can watch your pussy gush around him one last time. You don’t even say anything, you just allow it to overtake you again, toes curling and eyes rolling back when that pressure releases for the second time. “Ohhh yes, yes, baby.” Gojo messily rubs your clit as you squirt, letting it get everywhere between you, him, the floor, his camera and the chair.

The feeling of your cunt squeezing around his aching cock makes gojo cum earlier than he was expecting, his hips jolting and twitching with each rope of cum shooting up into your pussy. “Oh…oh shitttt. Milk my fucking cock, baby.” You grind you hips up and down slowly, feeling his sticky cum paint your walls, oozing out from the sides and back down his cock. “There you go, atta girl.”

bigd1ckguro: that was fucking hot

user54902: donated $200

hereforg0j0: donated $100

g00nerg1rl: I need them both so badly!

ovrwrkd&hrny: she needs to come back on stream again

whimperyb0y: I came so much my dick feels like it’s gonna fall off

cultofpu$$y: what’d I do to taste her cunt rn

“Fuck me,” Gojo chuckles. “That was one hell of a stream, right? Thank you guys for the donos and support, I appreciate you tuning in and watching me have fun with this cutie right here.” Gojo’s hands slide up your waist and to your tits, squeezing them gently. “But, it’s time to end stream and check back next week. Bye, bye!” He flashes a smile. “Say bye, sweets.”

“Bye, guys!” You wave, lazily smiling while reading the chat.

g00nerg1rl: bring her back for next weeks streammmm!

bigd1ckguro: bye cutie, you made my night enjoyable

ovrwrkd&hrny: bye shy girl <3

user54902: tell her to make her own channel

whimperyb0y: pls tell me she has a nsfw twt???

cultofpu$$y: no other girl you bring on next will top shy girl

authors note: did yall guess who some of the usernames belonged to??? lmaooo

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fuckboy!satoru who's givin pussies a test drive every day till he meets urs and then he spirals into true pussy obsession, needing his dick soaked like that, grippped like that, fucked like that. suddenly he's the whimpering bitch under a hot wet pussy, getting snapshots of your form in his eyes feelin like he's bursting into a fever as it bounces on him like that. "such a nasty slut; tight and perfect..." he thinks to himself. "Shit... nobody does it like you."

ooh, the feeling of your walls jerking off his cock from base to tip suckin' him all in like a juicy lollipop is shifting his whole world perspective — and just like that, he reawakens as a new man. your pussy changed him. after a one-night stand with you he can definitely say yes he's seen god and yes he's had a metamorphosis. your pussy literally made him believe in true love.

n'aw but poor fuckboy!satoru didn't expect to get a taste of his own medicine; you were firm about it being a fling and so was he... at first... uh, yeah.

now you've got 14 missed calls and a slew of messages from this heartbroken heartbreaker. oops!

🍒 x 🐇 x 💗@𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖎

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part 2 | m. list

“Hi, baby,” you coo, voice softening as you lean into the car window, arms folded. "I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” your ex-husband says smugly.

Your smile drops as you turn to face him, brows lifted in clear annoyance. “I wasn’t talking to you, Satoru. Just hand me my daughter, and I’ll be on my way.”

His grin doesn't falter. “Our daughter,” he corrects, the emphasis deliberate.

You sigh in defeat, pushing yourself off his stupidly pristine Porsche. “Whatever, Satoru. Just unlock the car.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, already moving. “I’ll get her—you grab her stuff from the trunk.”

He clicks the key fob, and with a soft beep, the trunk lifts open.

The parking lot where you and Satoru agree to meet every Sunday sits in its usual state of quiet limbo—wide, cracked pavement stretching out under a gray afternoon sky. A few scattered cars are parked on the far end, their owners nowhere in sight, leaving the space between you and the rest of the world feeling even more hollow.

You make your way around the back of the car, heels of your stilettos clicking against the pavement in a rhythm that feels far too loud in the silence. The trunk is already open, humming faintly. You reach in and grab her backpack, only to pause at the unfamiliar lightness of it.

Your brows knit together.

It’s practically half the weight of what you packed for her just a few days ago—missing the extra pair of sneakers, the folder of coloring pages, maybe even her favorite stuffed dolphin if you’re judging by how the fabric doesn’t bulge the way it normally does.

A familiar frustration bubbles beneath your ribs. You don’t say anything—not yet—but your grip on the strap tightens as you pull the bag over your shoulder, shutting the trunk a little harder than necessary.

“Woah, watch the car, sweetheart,” Satoru teases, grinning as he lifts your daughter out of the car seat. Her light-up sneakers flash as they hit the pavement, tiny feet already sprinting toward you.

You drop to your knees, arms outstretched just in time to catch her. She barrels into you with all the force her little body can muster, and you stumble back a step, laughing softly into her hair as you hold her tight.

But the warmth in your chest doesn’t last long.

“Satoru,” you say, straightening up, your tone clipped but careful enough not to alarm your daughter. “Where is the rest of her stuff? I sent her with a full bag last weekend.”

“Relax, mama,” he says, tone breezy, unbothered. “She threw up. Her stuff’s being dry cleaned.”

Your frown deepens, gaze dropping to your daughter’s clean but clearly borrowed sweatshirt. You don’t push it in front of her—but you will.

You set her gently on the ground, brushing a hand through her hair before reaching into your purse for your keys. With a soft beep, the car unlocks.

“Baby, go sit in the car for a second, okay?” you say, keeping your voice light as you open the back door for her. “Mommy has to talk to Daddy.”

She nods without fuss, climbing in with the trust only a child can have. And when the door clicks shut behind her, the smile on your face vanishes completely.

“What the fuck, Satoru,” you snap, voice sharp and low. “Why didn’t you tell me she was sick?”

He doesn’t flinch. He never does. “Sweetheart,” he says, calm as ever. It used to drive you crazy when you were married—how level-headed he could be, even when you were coming apart at the seams. “It’s okay. I dealt with it.”

You cross your arms tightly over your chest. “No, it’s not okay. I don’t care if you ‘dealt with it.’ What if it was more serious? What if she needed to go to a hospital and I had no idea?”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s already tired of this conversation. “Look, I am her parent too. I understand you’re concerned, but I’m fully capable of taking care of her. You don’t tell me every little thing that happens when she’s with you, do you?”

You stare at him, stunned. “Are you seriously comparing her scraping her knee at the park to vomiting?”

“She vomited once,” he says, voice still maddeningly level. “I monitored her, gave her fluids, made sure she rested. She didn’t have a fever, she wasn’t lethargic—”

“That’s not the point, Satoru!” You take a step toward him, frustrated tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. “The point is you should have told me. I’m her mother. I deserve to know when she’s not feeling well.”

There’s a beat of silence.

For once, something cracks in his expression.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” he finally admits. “I figured you’d just… stress yourself out, even if it was nothing.”

You breathe in through your nose, trying to calm your heart.

“Of course I’d worry,” you say, softer now. “That’s what being a parent is, Satoru. I’d rather be worried and know than be blindsided when I pick her up.”

He looks down for a second, then back at you. “You’re right,” he says. “I should’ve told you. I didn’t mean to keep it from you—I just didn’t want to start a whole thing.”

You exhale slowly. The tension still simmers beneath your skin, but the edge of the fight has dulled.

“She okay now?” you ask.

He nods. “Yeah. Ate pancakes this morning and asked for seconds.”

You can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Pancakes, huh?”

“Blueberry,” he says, hands stuffed into his pockets. “Your recipe.”

Of course it was.

You brush your hair back and glance toward the car, where your daughter’s tiny face is pressed against the window, waiting patiently.

“Next time,” you say, turning back to him, “just tell me. I don’t care if it’s a scraped knee or a sneeze. I need to know.”

He nods again, this time more seriously. “Okay.”

There’s a pause.

“Are you okay now?” he asks, his voice softer than it’s been all afternoon.

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you step forward, letting the tension ease from your shoulders as you lean into him—something you haven’t done in what feels like forever, yet still comes as naturally as breathing. His arms come around you without hesitation, warm and steady, anchoring you in the kind of embrace you used to take for granted.

You let yourself rest there, just for a moment. Let your cheek press against the familiar fabric of his hoodie, letting the scent of him ground you.

“Yeah,” you whisper, eyes fluttering closed. “I’m okay now.”

He exhales against your temple, a quiet sound of relief, and his hand moves gently up and down your back. Not rushed. Not performative. Just comfort—quiet and real.

“Good,” he murmurs, voice low near your ear. “I’ll get her some new clothes, okay? A few extra things to keep at mine too. So you don’t have to pack so much.”

He pulls a hand off of you to point at the superstore across the lot.

You nod against him, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes. There’s no fight in either of you now. Just fatigue, and the tentative beginnings of mutual understanding.

“Okay,” you say. “Thanks.”

He lets his hands fall back into his pockets, rocking on his heels like he’s not sure if he should say more. You step back and turn toward your car, already spotting your daughter’s nose pressed eagerly against the rear passenger window.

“Give me a sec,” you add over your shoulder. “I’ll get her out.”

“Alright,” he says, softer now.

As you walk toward the car, keys in hand, you hear him call out softly behind you—almost like he didn’t mean for you to hear it at all.

“You look good, by the way.”

You don’t stop, but the corner of your mouth twitches despite yourself. You roll your eyes as you open the car door, the familiar sound of the handle clicking breaking the moment.

Inside, your daughter is already leaning toward you from her car seat, arms outstretched like she hadn’t just seen you a few minutes ago. Her blue eyes shine with adoration—so much like his, but deeper.

“Hi, baby,” you coo, lifting her up and planting a kiss on her cheek. “Wanna go shopping with Mommy and Daddy?”

She giggles and nods, her light-up sneakers kicking as you set her down again. You reach in to grab her stuffed bunny from the seat, tucking it under her arm before closing the door.

Satoru is already by the driver’s side, sunglasses on, smirking like he’s in on some private joke you haven’t been told yet.

“You ready?” he asks.

You glance down at your daughter, who’s now babbling something about sparkly shirts and snacks, then back up at him.

“Let’s just make it quick.”

He gives you a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

The three of you head inside the store, and even though you tell yourself it’s just a quick errand—a few replacement clothes, maybe a snack or two—it still feels strangely like something else.

Something you almost forgot you missed.