#a study in session

[xivacademia]

A STUDY IN SESSION morning・afternoon・evening

[voidheartkisses]

Rest in peace River boy, your music meant so much to so many people, you'll be remembered forever

[schilders]

note: more sleepy implied nerd!gojo

When you enter your apartment, it’s quiet—which isn’t surprising—and all the lights are dimmed. Which, if you were the last one to leave, it wouldn’t be all that shocking, but you weren’t the last one here. Satoru was, and you’re sure he is still here, but where he was you didn’t know.

“Satoru?” You call out as you toe off your shoes before stepping further into the apartment. The t.v. in the living room is on, but the sound is muted. “Toru?”

You enter the kitchen next, flicking the light on and placing the few bags of groceries you had purchased down on the counters.

“Jeez, Satoru,” you sigh, shaking your head. There was a plate of unfinished food left by the sink, and it gave you an idea of just where he was and what he was doing.

He had a habit of not eating properly when studying or working on a project, so if you had to guess. . .

Taking your time, you put away all the groceries and clean up the mess Satoru left behind before fixing him a quick sandwich and a glass of ice water. It would probably have been earlier today that he last ate, so he’s hungry even if he tries to deny it.

“‘Toru?” Your voice is soft when you call for him, not wanting to disturb him. The light to your bedroom is on, peeking out from under the doorway. You gently push it open with your shoulder, not wanting to drop his food. “Hey, I made you something—”

Oh.

Well that’s not what you were expecting to see.

He’s curled up on your bed, schoolwork abandoned on your desk. He’s got his arms folded, cheek squished against them, and if you look a little closer, you’d notice the small bit of drool on the corner of his mouth.

“My precious ‘Toru,” you murmur quietly, quickly placing down the plate and glass of water. The bed dips beneath you when you make your way beside him, a hand reaching out to brush back the soft white strands of his hair.

You don’t understand how he’s comfortable sleeping the way that he is. You want to wake him up to help him change into something more comfortable and help him settle in properly, but at the same time, he looks way too peaceful.

For right now, you continue to run your fingers through his hair, watching the gentle look on his face as he sleeps. His brows furrow a bit, and then there’s a soft murmur of your name.

“‘Toru?” You swipe a finger over his bottom lip, and he twitches under your touch. A quiet giggle escapes you at the sight, and then he’s murmuring your name again.

Again, you consider waking him up, and this time you give in. He’d easily fall back asleep anyways.

“Satoru,” you say, firmer this time, hand going to his shoulder to shake him gently. “I need you to wake up, baby.”

Stirring slightly, his lashes flutter gently, and you have to stop yourself from tracing along them. You think he’s about to wake up, but he just buries his face deeper against his arms, incoherent words leaving him.

Sighing softly, you shake him a little harder, watching the way his lips form a thin line before his eyes open.

“Hey.”

And at the sound of your voice, his eyes are opening a little wider, pretty blues coming into view as he blinks slowly, like he’s trying to process everything.

“Hey,” his voice is raspy, and he clears his throat before trying again. “Hey.”

“What happened here, sweetheart?”

It takes him a few moments to register your words, his brows coming together. “W-what?” Then he’s trying to sit up, and you reach to help him, hands cupping his face once he’s fully upright.

Without saying anything, you nod towards the desk, where he’s got his laptop open and forgotten, he’s got a notebook and a book or two as well.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

Licking his lips, he nods, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. “I got tired and figured I could take a quick thirty-minute nap.”

That surprises you because Satoru is not the type to abandon his work in favor of resting, you’re very familiar with this fact.

He can see the look of surprise on your face, a blush settling on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. “I knew you wouldn’t be happy if I didn’t rest, so. . .”

The thought has your heart fluttering softly and without saying anything, you pull him in for a quick kiss, your lip gloss rubbing off on his mouth as you do so, and he smacks his lips at the fruity taste. It takes everything in you not to squish his face.

“How about this,” you begin, brushing your fingers through his hair again, attempting to fix the mess it has become but only succeeding in further ruining it. And he’s looking at you with heavy lids, hands bunching up the comforter beneath him. “Eat something first, and then we can lie back down and get some more sleep.”

“But. . .” He’s licking his lips again, eyeing your desk where his stuff sits. You can tell there’s a battle going on in his head, one that’s telling him to pick back up where he left off and the other saying to get in bed with you. For a second there you think he’s going to further protest, but then his eyes are back on you, his gaze softening, and he’s nodding. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay,” you say quietly, a small smile on your face, but then another thought crosses your mind. “Or after you eat, we could take a bath together?” You suggest.

He’s nodding almost immediately, hands joining yours where they rest on his face, giving them a soft squeeze. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

You can’t help but giggle, your inner thoughts taking over this time, squishing his cheeks til his lips pout, “You’re so cute, ‘Toru!”

end note: prolly gonna write the soft bath scene

[paper-lilypie]

an offering from a god

[zipsunz]

just like mom

[cliche-jae]

10.14.24

office study session. didn't get as much done as i wanted today, but at least it was beautiful outside and i got to see this gorgeous sky on my way home.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

[likeshestoleit]

it seems I only post at the end of each block but I KILLED my endocrine/reproduction final and I’m still really excited about it :)

we started psychiatry this week, and I’m freaking out a bit because it’s my last block of pre-clinicals. It’s so difficult to believe I’ve made it this far!

[i-can-not-art]

@rogdona after reading your tag that said “holds him like burger” I couldn’t get this image out of my mind for some reason

[xivacademia]

A STUDY IN SESSION Sharlayan Scholars AU

[how-to-get-away-with-study]

Quiet corner to study at campus 🌳

[frankensteinposm0]

« But you are everything to me. »

I might turn this into a comic but I have to think about it. Anyways the sillies 🫶🏻

[schilders]

You don’t expect to see Satoru up and at his desk when you walk in. Though really, should you be surprised?

“Satoru,” you sigh, placing your bag down and taking a seat on the edge of his desk. “Why are you still awake? It’s late.”

Shrugging, he gestures to the books and laptop he has open, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

That’s when you really notice him. He can barely keep his eyes open, glasses crooked and sliding down his nose, though he keeps pushing them up. He yawns, rubbing at his eyes as he turns back to his books, intent on studying.

“How about we take a break?”

He makes a little noise in the back of his throat, like he doesn’t want to. Then when he looks at your face and is met with a stern look, he drops his head, ears turning pink. “Okay.”

Sighing softly, you grab his hand and help him stand. He immediately falls into your embrace, arms sliding over your shoulders. You allow him to pull you into him, your hands finding their way under his sweater. You push the material up until he withdraws from your hold so he can let you take it off.

“Here,” you say once he’s left in his undershirt, “Let’s get in bed.”

And he’s about to protest, but when he sees that look on your face again, he shuts his mouth and lets you lead him to the bed.

Satoru is unaware of just how tired he is, ‘cause once he hits the mattress, his eyes are sliding shut and his body goes lax.

“‘Toru,” you coo softly, getting in bed beside him.

Humming quietly, he manages to open his eyes long enough to wrap his arms around you and bring you in close. His head finds your chest, nuzzling into your breasts, a content sigh leaving his lips.

“See? Isn’t this better?” You ask, fingers brushing through the soft strands of his hair. The scent of shampoo—one you’re familiar with, as it’s yours—fills your senses. He lets out a huff, choosing not to say anything, his eyes shutting once more as he allows sleep to take him. Your presence and the warmth of you pressed against him soothe him.

“Goodnight, Satoru,” you murmur, draping your leg over his hip, drawing him in closer. “Sleep well.”

[musingsofminerva]

the female urge to acquire so many degrees they double as home decor

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[zipsunz]

iwatodai dorm art club ✏️

(art by me, script by @sunkitty143)

[juliaxyn]

Don’t stop until you’re proud.