hiii đ I REALLY LOVE UR GOJO X YN SO MUCHHH đđ I was also wondering like maybe what if y/n has a wound, like any where đ„Č it could be either on her back, arms, legs but she doesn't wanna tell gojo abt it and she hides it, then he will find out about it either she winces when gojo hugs her, starts wearing long sleeved clothes or her shirt lifts up while sleeping đ€§ TYSMMâ€â€
strain â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: I am honored that you like my works, love! hope you enjoy this as well đ«¶đ𫶠also happy birthday to the man, the myth, the legend: gojo satoru!! (itâs still his birthday in my country so hush I am not late)
you are more than a capable sorcerer. in fact, you are one of the strongest in the field.
however, like anyone else, there are some moments where things get a little out of hand, and you come back bearing a rather long slash on your left arm.
but since itâs pretty late, you decided you will bother shoko about it in the morning. that is how youâre finally in your home, with satoru nowhere to be found.
you frown lightly at the fact that he is still out there fighting curses, but a part of you feels relieved that you donât have to explain your situation right now.
the night should pass by smoothly, and you will go to shoko tomorrow: a fool-proof plan!
so you do what you can to sanitize the wound, and cover it until you can get it treated properly. you also take the chance to indulge in your favorite snack as a good job treat.
after finishing your food and tidying up for the day, youâre finally in bed, all-cozied up and avoiding anything touching your wound as much as possible.
a deep breathe in, a deep breathe out, and you slowly drift to sleep.
not much time passes before satoruâs familiar footsteps echo throughout the house.
your husband has an abundance of energy.
but it seemed like todayâs missions have drained him a bit more than normal, so he skips eating anything and heads straight to your shared bedroom.
his heart softens, and his muscles relax upon the sight of you tucked in bed. he walks to press a small kiss on your forehead, quickly changing into his pajamas and settling right by your side.
he stretches a bit and turns to spoon you as per usual, eyes closing in contentment.
but you wince, even if adeptly, and it sends alarms ringing through his head.
he jerks up, and his hand is instantly placed on your arm again, softly. there is an ever so faint change in your expression as your eyebrows furrow, and he has never pulled his hand away so fast.
he keeps debating in his head whether to wake you up or not, but he swiftly settles for the former.
he needs to know what happened. so he, regrettably, nudges your sleepy form, ây/n?â
you groan, but, nonetheless, you reply, ââŠwhat?â
while satoru often likes to base theatrics around his every move and phrase, but he also knows when to get straight to the point, âdid you get hurt on todayâs mission?â
youâre no longer half-asleep, and you quickly sit up, eyeing your husband. knowing there is no escape nor denial, you fidget with your fingers and nod slowly.
then you hurriedly utter, âbut I was going to see shoko first thing in the morning; I promise!â
he nods slowly, holding your hands in his own. youâre left to look him in the eyes. satoruâs eyes being exposed makes him feel so vulnerable, or at least thatâs how he is with you.
you can see every wrinkle, and every crease; you can see what he is thinking about in real time. he has long given up hiding anything from you, and, besides, it feels fresh to just let go.
but right now, as you look into his eyes, you see them swarming with confliction, pain, and worry.
he doesnât scold you about not going right now because he knows that you will tell him that you either thought it wasnât a big deal or that you didnât want to bother shoko with it.
instead, he settles on a hushed whisper of âcan I see it?â
you throw him a confused look, âwhy? I am getting it treated tomorrow anyway,â then you smile, âitâs not going to permanent if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
he shakes his head, âitâs not that; I justââ he takes a deep breath then looks at you pleadingly, âjust let me see it.â
perhaps itâs to silence his thoughts and to show him that youâre truly okay, as okay as you can be.
youâre still alive, and thatâs what matters, he thinks. nevertheless, he feels the need to see just how serious is the wound anyway.
reluctantly, you slowly take off your jacket to reveal the poorly bandaged gash on your arm.
he looks up at you, asking for permission because even if he needs to see it for his own selfish reasons, he has to put you above anything and everything else.
you nod, giving the free reign to slowly take off the bandages. you can barely hold back any pained noises, but you canât help the wincing of your body.
satoruâs frown deepens, and with every move, your husbandâs heart aches. it goes like that until the wound is finally unveiled.
you feel satoru observing the cut so intently that you look away. satoru curses everything that he can think of, and never has we wanted the ability to heal others more than right now.
he straightens his back, âthatâs a deep cut, yâknow.â
âI knowâŠâ
âyou also realize that the wound couldâve hit your chest and inevitably heart, right?â
you huff, âlisten, if youâre going to give me a lecture or keep making me feel bad about it then I will have you knowââ
âyou couldâve died.â
you notice the strain in his voice, so you turn to finally look eyes with him. he looks pained, so hurt, maybe even terrified at the fact that there was a chance that he couldâve lost you.
your expression immediately becomes that of sympathy, âbut I didnât, and dwelling on the fact that I mightâve died will only bother you for no reason,â you hold his hand, âI am here and alive, arenât I?â
your husband sighs, resting his head on your right shoulder, âyouâre hurting my poor little heart whenever you put yourself in danger like that.â
a giggle escapes your lips, and your hands naturally find their way in his hair, fingers gently carding through, âwhatever shall we do.â
âif things went my way then you would just stay home looking all pretty like you always do,â he states, and you roll your eyes.
âwell, theyâre going my way tonight, soââ the clock strikes twelve, âhappy birthday, silly boy.â
his eyes widen and he pulls away to look you in the face. he blinks dumbly then looks at whatâs in your hands: a cupcake with a candle.
a wide grin of unbridled joy appears on your husbandâs face. his eyes shimmer in the moonlight as he laughs, âI really didnât expect it this time!â
âyou outdid yourself, pretty girl,â he hums, hand caressing your cheek.
âI still have a lot more things for you,â you beam with pride. satoru canât contain himself anymore, and he pulls you into a loving embrace.
âI love you so much,â he murmurs beside your ear, pressing a light kiss to the side of your neck.
you pat his back, âI love you too, âtoru,â you laugh, âbut youâre pressing on my wound, and I think I am just going to cry and not because of overwhelming love.â
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