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𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞

⋆ ★ '𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞' - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

chapter summary: Satoru faces the terrifying possibility of losing you because of someone else’s reckless mistake, but he manages to save you, bringing you back from the edge. Every touch, every word is filled with tenderness, his relief palpable as he steadies you, feeds you, and ensures you feel his warmth beside you.

warnings: near death experience from reader, description of wounds and limbs, blood, first aid (more or less adequate), "hospital" experience, Satoru is a menace (in general and to someone), hurt/comfort (a lot), a lot of caring from Satoru, full blown princess treatment for reader, pet names (princess), he is still teasing but worried.

author's note: This chapter is a little longer than I expected, but I hope you will still enjoy it c:

You lay sprawled on the floor.

Your breaths coming in ragged gasps, the taste of blood sharp and metallic on your tongue.

The ground beneath you felt warm.

You couldn't move your arm, you totally lost contact with the torn tissue. Your non-dominant hand tried to plug the hole that had formed at your abdomen.

Blood pooled around you, thick and dark, clinging to your skin and clothes, spreading beneath your body like ink on paper. Coldness began to creep in, sinking through your muscles, and with it, an unbearable heaviness.

Everything hurt you, it hurt so much.

You were so tired, sleep clawing at the edges of your mind, whispering promises of release.

You knew you didn't have much time.

You glanced out of the corner of your eye one last time, far away, to the exit of the domain that you made so that everyone could escape. Not everyone made it, you didn't have enough strength to hold the way of escape. People screamed and fled deeper into the dark, chased by the curse - leaving you alone.

With a quivering hand slick with blood, you managed to grab your phone, its surface smudged and smeared from your grip. Your thumb trembled as you unlocked the screen, the faint glow casting pale light onto your weary face.

You dialled the first number from your recent calls.

It's worth a try, maybe this domain is still weak enough that the phone signal will manage to get through.

Even the phone seemed heavy to you. You could feel yourself slowly choking as blood rushed to your throat from internal bleeding.

The call connected, and his voice filled your ear, casual, warm, blissfully unaware.

"Hey~ Relax, I know what you're calling for. I can cook that ramen. Got the recipe right here. I've got it all under control!" in the background, you could hear the shuffle of kitchen utensils, the clinking of pots and pans. There was comfort in that sound, familiar, so ordinary.

"Sato…ru.." you rasped, your voice barely more than a breath, your mouth filling with blood as you struggled to speak.

The noise on his end stilled in an instant. Silence fell, tense and sharp.

"Where are you?" his voice was hard, worried, so different from the playful tone he’d used just seconds before.

You tried to answer, but your throat was full, each breath a struggle against the liquid heat rising up, drowning your words.

You managed to roll onto your side. You hissed as you shifted, pressing weight onto your injured arm. Blood escaped from your throat, allowing you to speak a little.

“Civilians... inside the domain..." you whispered, voice thin and fragile, every syllable a labor of will "Two curses.... the other still... lives..." you could hear a sharp clatter from his end, something falling, maybe a knife or a spoon, maybe something heavier, but it was all blending into the haze.

"Where are you, answer me (Y/N)!"

But you didn't listen, trying to gave him important information before your gone.

"Hit the mirror..." you coughed ".. when your done, it's outside."

"Damn it! Answer me!"

"I'm.. not gonna make it.." you paused, feeling your consciousness slipping away "I’m so sorry, ‘toru…" you whispered, dropping your phone on the floor.

Darkness closed in, thick and final, but just before it claimed you, you thought you heard him calling your name, his voice taut and desperate, reaching through the static

★ --

"Shoko! Get over here, now!"

The hospital doors flew open as he appeared, and he didn’t bother to hold back his voice, shouting Shoko’s name with a force that echoed down the sterile hallways

The intensity was enough to scatter anyone who dared cross his path, medical staff and sorcerers alike stepping back, wide-eyed and fearful as Satoru strode forward, not slowing, his face an icy mask of resolve.

"Get out of my way!" he snapped at anyone lingering in the halls, his voice sharp and carrying a barely controlled fury.

Despite his quite controlled exterior, his mind was racing, worry clawing at him like he’d never known. His thoughts clung to the what-ifs, the questions he never let himself think but now couldn’t ignore.

Had he made it in time?

He looked at you.

You looked like a small, battered doll. Your eyes almost lifeless, your expression petrified. The cursed energy in your body barely glimmered. He hugged you tighter to himself, pulling your limbs tighter to hold you even tighter.

"Hold on, please - we're almost there." he murmured, more to himself than to you

Please, please, please stay with me.

He turned to the left corridor.

He found her, and relief mingled with his urgency. Shoko took one look at you in his arms, the blood trailing from your side, the limp, lifeless way your arm hung by a thread, and her face paled, a steely focus settling into her gaze.

"Put her down here." Shoko ordered, snapping out of her shock.

She had no time for questions, no time for explanations. She turned to her assistants, barking orders with a precision born of experience "Prep the room. I’ll need blood transfusions - check her chart, sutures, cursed energy patches - everything we have."

Satoru laid you down on the nearest examination bed, his movements almost mechanical, though the tremor in his hands betrayed the turmoil within him. He stepped back only enough to allow Shoko space to work, his jaw clenched as he watched her assess your injuries.

The assistant returned with everything Shoko had ordered.

"Do you know how much blood she's lost?" she asked hurriedly, putting on gloves and a face mask.

"A lot" was all he could say.

She began with your shoulder, examining the nearly severed arm hanging grotesquely by a strip of muscle and skin. Blood soaked through her gloves as she lifted the limb carefully, eyes dark with concentration.

“Her arm is barely attached,” she muttered under her breath, reaching for a clamp to stem the blood flow “The wound is extensive, torn straight through muscle and tendons.”

Shoko’s assistant hovered nearby, their faces set in grim concentration as they handed her the tools she needed.

"Stop the bleeding in the lower abdomen." ordering one of the astists, she turned to the other "And you start the transfusions."

Satoru stayed silent, his gaze fixed on you, his body taut as he watched her work.

Shoko’s hands moved deftly, sealing off the worst of the blood loss with a cursed energy barrier, pressing her hands to the wound as she worked to restore circulation to your arm. Her reverse cursed technique glowed faintly, a steady stream of healing energy pulsing through your battered shoulder as she mended the torn tendons, weaving muscle fibers back together with meticulous care. The procedure was painstaking, every inch of the damage requiring careful attention, but Shoko’s focus was unshakable.

She had to stabilise you - that was the priority.

Then her hands took care of your stomach.

It took maybe 5-7 minutes, however, for Satoru everything lasted like hours. He had to stand and watch as a group of people covered the view of you.

"How bad is it?" his voice broke through the silence, rough and strained. He wanted any information. Any confirmation that he had made it in time.

Shoko glanced up, her expression guarded. “She’s lost a lot of blood. The damage is severe." she was specific and gave facts. As usual. There was no point in lying to him.

“This..." she traced the torn flesh of your shoulder carefully "It’s so close to major arteries. We’re lucky she made it this far."

Satoru’s fists clenched, his gaze dark as he watched her press a gauze pad to your side, the blood staining it immediately.

"I got here as fast as I could." he murmured, barely more than a whisper, his voice laced with an emotion he seldom showed.

He drifted away in thought for a moment.

Slipping into his mind.

The room seemed too bright and the blood everywhere too dark. The noise of the medical machines was disturbed by the sound of his pounding heart.

His gaze lingered on the trail of blood just below his feet, leading directly to your bed. He watched the small spots on the floor, and observe as they getting bigger, literally growing before his eyes, consuming his shoes.

The sight of your body in a pool of blood flashed through his mind.

Over, and over, and over.

And over again.

Shoko's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

To her, Satoru simply stood with his head bowed down, stone-faced.

"Gojo. Her condition is stable. Please wait outside, I will take care of everything now."

Satoru noded, his shoulders slumping.

He moved closer to the bed, he put his hand on your palm, squeezing it lightly, before turning to Shoko.

"Thank you, Shoko." he murmured, his voice barely audible.

He glanced at you again before leaving the room, watching you disappear again behind a curtain of people who were trying to keep you alive.

He knew what he had to do now.

★ --

Satoru appeared after a while in the corridor, his footsteps echoing against the polished floor as he walked.

An energy pulsed off him in waves.

The air around him felt charged, almost volatile, his usual lighthearted demeanor replaced by something colder, something that made those nearby shrink back. His gaze was concealed behind the bandages, his expression was unreadable, a stone mask that gave nothing away.

From her spot by the wall, Shoko watched him with a wary gaze, a cigarette still held between her fingers as she blew out a last puff of smoke.

Her hard work has paid off - she has stabilised you.

She took in the scene as he approached - the smears of blood staining his jacket, the dark flecks of cursed energy lingering in the air around him, and the deep, cold set of his jaw. She could only imagine the wreckage he’d left behind, the remnants of whatever curse had dared to harm you.

As he neared her, he drew a white handkerchief from his pocket, unfolding it with calm precision. Shoko’s eyes followed the movement, noting the slight tremor in his fingers as he began methodically wiping away the purple blood splattered across his hands.

He moved slowly, almost obsessively, wiping each knuckle, each crease, as if trying to erase every trace of what he’d done.

"Did it suffer?" she asked.

Satoru finished wiping his hands, folding the bloodstained cloth neatly before pocketing it. He didn’t answer immediately.

"More than enough." he replied after a while, his voice like steel.

The famous Gojo Satoru getting his hands dirty.

He glanced back toward your room, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. The fury that had burned in him faded, replaced by the exhaustion.

"Can I… see her?" his voice was low, uncharacteristically tentative.

Shoko nodded "Yes, the worst is over, she’s sleeping now."

"Thank you - again." he gave her a nod.

Without thinking, he approached the door and pulled gently on the handle, entering the room quietly.

Shoko saw that for a moment, he was the man who'd rushed to your side, not the sorcerer who’d torn through curses with cold precision.

★ --

The soft hum of teleportation barely registered as Satoru reappeared in his own home, the familiar surroundings both grounding and jarring. The scent of something burnt hit his nose first, and then he noticed the plume of smoke curling up from the kitchen. His stomach sank. He’d left the ramen on the stove, the pot now emitting a dark, acrid smell.

"Do you have any idea what you almost did!?" Megumi yelled, his tone sharp "You left the ramen on the stove - almost burned down the kitchen!"

Satoru opened his mouth to respond, maybe to offer a laugh or a joke, but the words died as Megumi's gaze softened, his expression changing as he took in Satoru’s face. The stone face, the faint streaks of blood on his collar, the tension that lingered despite his attempts to relax. Megumi’s scolding faded, and worry took its place. Tsumiki who appeared next to him had the same look on her young face.

"I’m sorry about the ramen, kiddo. I was… distracted. Something happened." Satoru’s tone shifted, calm and steady, though a note of heaviness remained "There was an accident. Your mom... she got hurt pretty badly, but she’s in good hands now. She’s being taken care of."

Both kids froze, their faces mirroring an all-too-familiar look of fear. Tsumiki’s hands flew to her mouth, and Megumi’s normally composed demeanor broke, his eyes wide "Is she going to be okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Can we see her?" Tsumiki asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes." Satoru assured them, placing a gentle hand on each of their shoulders "She’s stable now. She’s safe." he paused, his voice softening as he added "You’ll be able to see her soon. I’ll take you both to visit her in a day or two, once she’s rested a bit. Or maybe she'll even be home by then."

The kids nodded, though their expressions were still clouded with worry. He offered them a head pat and reassuring smile, one that felt fragile even as he gave it, before excusing himself to gather a few things for you.

Satoru went to your shared room, pulling together a bag of things you’d want with you. He packed the essentials - clean clothes, hygiene products, a book you hadn’t finished yet with the worn bookmark you always used. His hand lingered over his softest pair of socks, slipping them into the bag because he knew how cold you got in clinic rooms. He added a few of your favorite snacks, the ones you always reached for on the top shelf, and finally, a small cushion from the couch that still held a trace of your favorite scent. He knew these were just small things, but they felt like tiny comforts he could offer to make you feel a little less alone when you wake up.

After he’d packed everything, Satoru paused in the quiet of the apartment. The kids had gone to bed, their lingering glances filled with worry and questions they hadn’t voiced.

He took a deep breath, trying to quiet the aftershocks of fear and anger that had burned through him. His fingers curled around the strap of the bag, as though anchoring himself in the thought of seeing you again, of bringing these small tokens of home to you.

He tried everything to prevent his mind from racing again.

With one last glance at the quiet apartment, he teleported back to your hospital room.

★ --

Light, more brightness.

More noise.

And more pain.

Your eyes flutter open, everything slowly coming into focus. A heaviness settles over your body, a dull ache throbbing in every limb. As you shift slightly, you catch sight of the IV needle taped to your hand, a soft bandage wrapped around the other, the skin numb, likely due to the strong meds they’d pumped into your system.

You exhale, bracing yourself as you slowly rise into a semi-sitting position, feeling the stiffness in your muscles protesting with every movement.

You made it through.

You're alive.

He saved you.

You knew it, you didn't see or feel him coming for you, yet only he would be able to get to you so quickly. No one else would have been able to help you.

Gratitude wells up inside you, mingled with the lingering haze of exhaustion. You don't know how to thank him. You would like to repay him in every bit of your existance.

You feel like you could lie there for hours, let the heaviness of sleep pull you back under. But, despite it all, you can’t ignore the small flicker of relief that you’re still here.

You survived today to die tomorrow.

It’s been an hour or maybe two when you tried to be awake - time’s hard to gauge in this half-dazed state.

The thought crosses your mind - just how long did you sleep?

You squint at the dim light seeping into the room, but there’s no sense of time here.

You start to egzaminate yourself.

Your dominant hand feels strange, disconnected - it’s there, resting on the blanket, but no matter how much you try, you can barely move it. The faintest twitches respond to your will, but there’s almost no control, like it’s not quite part of you. It’s unsettling, a reminder that your body has been through more than it can comfortably handle.

You pull the duvet, taking in the scattering of bruises and scratches that color your legs, each one a map of the recent battle. Carefully, you place your other hand on your hip, fingers brushing over a new scar, raised and raw, but without the sharpness of stitches. You can touch it, sure, and yet your senses are muted, dulled under the weight of painkillers coursing through your system. There’s a heaviness in your head too, a sluggishness, that made you almost sloppy.

It's not so bad - you need to thank Shoko. You could feel that she's not finished yet, she probably didn't have the strength anymore, so she made what she could.

At least you had an arm, right?

A glance around the room brings your eyes to the chair beside the small cupboard. On it sits a familiar black bag, half-zipped, with the fabric bulging slightly from the careful packing. Resting on the cupboard is your book, its cover worn, your favorite bookmark peeking out from between the pages. A small smile tugs at your lips despite the discomfort.

You reach toward the bag, tugging it closer, the weight of it almost too much as your fingers dig into the straps. With effort, you haul it onto the bed, wincing as the motion tugs at sore muscles. Slowly, carefully, you unzip it, peeling back the top to reveal neatly folded fabrics inside. Clean clothes, hygiene products, snacks, a big sweater that’s unmistakably Satoru’s, and a pair of warm socks - those oversized ones you’d always borrowed.

You smile, the simple sight of them lifting your spirits just a little. Satoru’s little touches are everywhere in this moment; he’d thought of every detail. With a bit of effort, you tug on the socks, feeling their warmth, thanking him for thinking of your poor, cold limbs.

You looked at the sweater.

Your gaze shifts to the doorway, lingering a moment to ensure no one is around. The hall outside is empty, and the door to your room is slightly ajar, but not a soul is passing by. Satisfied, you turn back to Satoru’s sweater, drawing it closer, letting your fingers sink into the soft fabric, drowning in the scent of his cologne mixing with something unmistakably him - a warm, comforting aroma that always brings you a sense of calm.

It’s not your fault he smells so perfect; you’d picked out that cologne yourself, after all, and it suits him like nothing else.

You allow yourself a quiet smile, eyes still closed, feeling both comforted and amused at how easily his scent seems to chase away the chill of the room.

Gritting your teeth, you try to sit up, sliding your legs slowly toward the edge of the bed. A hiss escapes your lips as the pain bites sharply, sending a wave of discomfort through your side. You pause, steadying yourself, breathing through the sensation. You see that he brought you disposable flip-flops, that were lying next to this side of the bed.

You’re just getting used to the discomfort when Shoko enters the room, her expression composed, professional, her posture radiating a calm authority. There’s a brief flicker of warmth in her eyes as she sees you awake, but it’s quickly replaced by her focused, clinical gaze. For a moment, you’re not her friend lying here in a hospital bed but her patient.

She steps closer, her eyes sweeping over you with that practiced precision, assessing every visible sign of injury.

"How are you feeling?" she asks, her voice soft yet purposeful, each word measured, carrying an undercurrent of genuine concern.

"I’m… here." you manage, letting out a weak chuckle "Can barely feel my hand, though. Just feels… dull. Heavy, I guess. Thank you for saving me."

She nods, her brow furrowing as she shifts to examine your hand. Her touch is careful, her fingertips pressing lightly along your arm, tracing the lines where numbness blurs into sensation.

"No problem. You’re feeling dullness in the hand?" she repeats, more to herself than to you, her mind clearly already analyzing what’s needed.

"Yeah, like I know it’s there, but it’s not exactly responding the way it should" you explain, trying to move your fingers slightly but finding only minimal response.

Shoko mutters something under her breath, her gaze fixed on the IV as she reaches to adjust it.

"Alright, I’m putting this drip on hold for now." she announces, her tone shifting briefly into one of practiced command. She carefully unfastens the line, leaving the cannula still in place "I don’t want to remove this completely yet. I’ll need it again tomorrow. For now, though, I want things to stabilize a bit on their own."

You watch her work, noticing the subtle exhaustion in her movements "So… you’ll take care of it tomorrow?" you ask, curiosity slipping into your voice.

Like, you want to have an a functioning arm - if it's avaiable?

She nods, her gaze softening for a moment as she steps back, folding her arms and glancing at the IV "Yes. Your arm should start feeling more normal by then, but I need to let things knit together a little first. And, honestly…" she pauses, rubbing her eyes briefly "I don’t have the strength right now. I’ll be more useful tomorrow, after I get some rest. I'm sorry."

You thank her and study her, seeing the weight of her own exhaustion etched faintly in the way she holds herself, the way she sometimes blinks a little longer than usual. Her commitment to her work is unmistakable, but you catch the signs that even she is running low.

"How long did I sleep, anyway?" you ask, breaking the silence.

"Almost two days." she replies, her voice calm, matter-of-fact. Her gaze shifts back to you, assessing your response as though you might suddenly react to the news.

Your brows rise "Two days? That’s… a long time."

Shoko shakes her head slightly.

"Not really. Honestly, after the state you were in, I thought you might be out for a week." she crosses her arms, her gaze steady "You lost a lot of blood, and you nearly lost a limb. Two days is impressive recovery for you."

You nod slowly, absorbing her words, realizing how close you must have come to something worse. The weight of it settles on you, a quiet reminder of just how lucky you are to still be here.

"So… Satoru’s out on a mission?" you ask, hoping to change the subject, if only to lighten the mood a bit.

Shoko reaches up, twirling a strand of her hair thoughtfully "He left a few hours ago. But he should be back later. He sat by your side the whole time." her gaze flickers to the door, as if expecting him to walk in at any moment.

You nod, a small, relieved sigh escaping you "Understand."

You wonder what the kids must feel. They probably know about your condition.

Shoko settles into a chair beside your bed, glancing down at her notes, then back up at you. There’s a hint of something in her gaze - frustration mixed with lingering concern. She takes a breath, her voice soft but firm.

"It's a miracle, really. You almost didn't make it." she says, her tone steady, but her eyes hold a fierceness that surprises you "All because someone couldn't do thier job correctly."

Your brows furrow as you try to recall the details of the mission, piecing together what you remember. Everything comes back in flashes.

Endo Kyō, the assistant who was assigned to you and participated in that mission with you.

By your arrival, his job was to secure the area and assess the threat. According to his analysis, there was a grade one curse in the domain.

In fact, there were two curses in the domain. However, you had no idea about this.

One was trapped in the domain of the other - the one that attacked you first inside, wasn't responsible for the domain. You knew something was wrong when, after killing this one, the domain didn't start to disintegrate. You thought it was a matter of place or vail that the assistant should apply. Through the effect of the domain, you were unable to effectively sense the presence of the other one on time.

You were outclassed.

The second curse emerged just as you were making a hole in the shell so that civilians could safely leave the area.

You got hit, unable to dodge the attack.

"He seemed fine as a person, maybe a little weird. He's new, mistakes happen. Like... I remember my beginnings. He'll learn." you sigh resignedly.

Shoko’s expression sharpens, a seriousness in her eyes that makes you pause "He’s not new." she says flatly.

"Huh?"

"He originally worked in Kyoto. He was transferred here after a similar incident, a really similar case." you listened in disbelief, looking at Shoko with wide eyes.

"And..." she continued "Because he has connections with higher-ups, it was decided to transfer him disciplinary to our grounds, rather than dismiss him for his apparent negligence." her words sink in like a stone, leaving you in stunned silence.

You stare at her, the shock sinking in like ice. Your fists clench at your sides, the dull ache in your hand momentarily forgotten as your fingers press into your palm. You are livid.

What a fucking asshole.

Shoko watches you, her own expression dark.

"Well... Gojo had an even worse reaction." she says quietly, glancing down as if recalling the scene.

"What do you mean?"

"Gojo found out what Endo did not long after you were brought in." she begins.

Oh no.

"I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that. He marched right up to Endo and tore into him. It was… intense." she stated "He didn’t even gave him a chance to speak before he cornered him, demanding to know if he had any sense of care at all. Told him that as a assisnant, he should take his comrades’ lives as seriously as he takes his own and that his failure is just as spectacularly dumb as he is."

She goes on, eyes narrowing "He pointed out every mistake and every omission to him as if he had no filter. I guess he controled himself a little at least, because he looked like he was fighting not to snap. The guy nearly passed out there."

You couldn't believe what you were just hearing.

"In the end he said something along the lines that if he saw him near his wife again - he won't hold back and won't care if someone is watching, he'll just kill him on the spot."

★ --

After some time a pang of hunger twists in your stomach, and the uncomfortable reminder that you’ll need the bathroom soon follows.

You try to get up again, struggling with the same discomfort as before.

"Oh no~ The sleeping beauty is already up and I missed the wake-up kiss." you heard his voice behind you. You chuckled weakly. He goes around your bed.

Despite his lighthearted words, you can sense the undercurrent of concern beneath them. You can see it more when he comes closer a heaviness, a weight that’s hard to miss.

"You really shouldn’t be getting up, princess." he murmurs, his fingers gentle and lingering as they steady your shaking body "Wouldn't want you losing a glass slipper on the way to the bathroom, would we?"

You roll your eyes, managing a faint laugh "Wrong princess, you dork. You don't have to help me, I'll manage somehow, you did enough for me." you try to be polite, but a hiss escape your lips, when you stand for a first time.

"Consider it royal decree: this dork is helping you, no arguments." he replies, slipping his arm more firmly around you despite your protest, his playful tone does little to mask the concern in his eyes as he holds you steady.

Together, you make your way out into the corridor, Satoru guiding you carefully, matching his steps to your slower pace. His hand never leaves you, and he keeps glancing over, checking on you, asking if you’re alright, if anything’s hurting more than it should. You answer quietly, pointing out the sharper aches and the duller bruises. The warmth of his arm around you, his attention, feels steadying, grounding you in a way that’s as comforting as it is unusual.

But of course he had to tease you a little bit.

"You know, for a princess, you’re not exactly gliding gracefully down the hall. Need me to summon some royal attendants to carry you on a velvet throne?"

You scoff, wincing slightly as another sharp ache flares up "No throne required. I’ll walk, thank you very much."

He chuckles, adjusting his hold on you "Brave as ever. But if you start fading from exhaustion, I’m totally picking you up. Wouldn’t want you fainting and having to explain to the entire staff how their little Sleeping Beauty managed to end up on the floor."

You roll your eyes, his teasing both comforting and mildly embarrassing "They’d have to call you Prince Charming in that case, huh?"

Satoru grins, dramatically flicking an imaginary cape over his shoulder "I knew you saw it in me. But don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine with just ‘Your Highness’ for now. ‘Prince Charming’ can wait for special occasions."

The faint murmur of clinic activity surrounds you, and as the two of you walk through the corridor, you catch a few people glancing your way, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and surprise. Satoru doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just doesn’t care. He’s focused on you, steadying you with each step, his hand firm yet gentle on your side.

His words are teasing, playfull as ever. But his touch is delicate, caring - and it's making your heart flutter.

When no one’s around, you feel his fingers subtly adjusting the back of your hospital gown, and though he doesn’t mention it, you know it’s his quiet way of looking out for you.

When you finally reach the bathroom, he stops just outside, his arm slipping away but his gaze fixed on you with an almost exaggerated seriousness "Now, don’t go pulling a Cinderella and sneaking away, alright? I’ll be here if you need me to hold your royal gown or anything. Very dignified service - I’m quite experienced."

You chuckle despite yourself, finding his lighthearted support surprisingly pleasant "Yeah, sure, I’ll call my ‘knight in shining armor’ if I need any bathroom assistance."

He smirks, leaning casually against the wall "Good. Because a princess should never have to face a hallway alone."

You linger in the bathroom a moment, catching your reflection in the small, unflattering mirror. Your face stares back, hollowed with exhaustion, skin pale and dull under the fluorescent light. Your hair clings in greasy strands, reminding you just how long you’ve been out. It's strange seeing yourself this way - vulnerable, worn down, every bruise and shadow a testament to the last ordeal. Your outfit must be pretty ridiculous too with his oversize sweater, hospital gown, oversized socks and slippers.

Your look is not very princess-like.

You wonder if you should talk to him about what happends now.

However, you conclude that it is better to wait until you return from your meal so that you can talk to him in peace, unless he is called away on a mission.

When you step out, Satoru’s waiting right there, his hand reaching out to take yours. The familiar warmth of his touch steadies you, grounding you once more.

"What else does my princess need?" he teases softly, his tone light yet gentle "A breakfast feast? A little pampering session?" you pass him a tired smile, there’s still a glint of mischief in his tone "How about I whisk you off to your favorite ramen place? I could get us there in two seconds flat."

"As tempting as that sounds, I don’t think I could handle being teleported just yet. And I don't like it that much." you laugh, shaking your head. You wouldn't go anywhere in this outfit anyway.

"Right." he nods, pretending to think it over "Hmm. Guess the royal express is on hold today. "he says with a mock sigh of disappointment "Alright, we’ll go with the classic approach - school cafeteria it is. Nothing but the finest cuisine for you."

It's been a long time since you ate food from the school canteen. You wonder if it's as dull and bland, as it was back in your school days.

With a reassuring squeeze, he guides you down the corridor, his arm firmly around you as you both navigate to the a small room. A tiny, cramped and bright room, with a few tables, coffe maschine and a microwave, where the medical assistants usually take their meals. The antiseptic smell is a sharp contrast to the warmth of his arm and his steady presence beside you, as though he’s somehow blocking out the cold, sterile atmosphere.

When you reach the cafeteria, he gently seats you on one free table. He gently steers you into a seat, his hands lingering for a moment as if making sure you’re settled.

"Now, stay put." he commands lightly"Can’t have the princess fainting. I’ll be back in a flash."

You take a moment, resting your head back against the seat, allowing the gentle hum of the cafeteria to settle around you. It’s oddly peaceful here, the faint murmur of voices blending with the rhythmic clatter of dishes.

It’s only a few moments before he’s back, a tray laden with food and drinks balanced effortlessly in his hands. He grins, setting it down with a flourish "Behold, a feast fit for a princess." he declares, gesturing grandly to a couple of steaming bowls of soup, a small pile of rice, orange chcicken and some kind of dessert.

You raise an eyebrow, but you smile a little anyway "I think you might be confusing 'princess' with 'army,' but thank you."

"Look, every princess deserves options. You don’t know what royal cravings might strike once you start eating." he starts to lay everything out on a small table.

You laugh, the sound softer than usual but genuine "Well, I appreciate the royal treatment."

His gaze softens, the usual teasing glint tempered by something warmer "You deserve it." he says, his voice barely above a murmur.

You're looking at him, your eyes a little wide, you're holding on a little blush.

You give Satoru a grateful smile as he hands you the cutlery, and you gave each other quick "Itadakimasu" before digging in. Satoru starts eating right away, taking his first bite with his usual relaxed ease, but as you reach for your chopsticks with your non-dominant hand, reality sinks in quickly.

After a few frustrating tries, you reach for the spoon, hoping it’ll be easier, only to watch a scoop of soup drip right back into the bowl.

Well.. this is embarresing.

Satoru’s gaze flicks to you, catching the small, defeated sigh you let out as you set the spoon down. Quietly, he puts his chopsticks aside and shifts his chair closer, his expression warm and amused as he leans in without a word.

You glance at him, brow raised in surprise "What are you doing?"

"What’s it look like?" he murmurs, reaching for the spoon and swirling it through the soup with exaggerated elegance "Need a hand, princess?"

You raise a brow, a mix of embarrassment and exasperation flooding through you "Satoru, you don’t have to - "

"Oh, but I’m honored to assist." he interrupts, holding the spoon up with a little flourish "A princess deserves only the finest dining experience, after all." his grin is maddeningly playful as he offers the spoon to you "Now, I believe it’s customary for royalty to accept help gracefully."

Heat rises to your cheeks, but your stomach growls in agreement, much to his amusement. He raises an eyebrow, clearly delighting in your hesitation "See? Your stomach’s on board. Now, let’s get you to eat."

Reluctantly, you lean forward, taking the spoonful he offers, trying to ignore how closely he’s watching you. You know it, even if you don't see his eyes, you could feel them on you. The warmth of the soup is comforting, but his actions - soft yet mischievous - truly catches you off guard. He scoops up another spoonful, waiting patiently. You feel the gaze of everyone in the room on you. Satoru seems to ignore it.

"This is ridiculous." you mumble, cheeks flushed.

"Oh, hush. Have some table manners, will you?" he teases, holding the next spoonful right in front of your mouth "It’s rude to speak with your mouth full, you know. Now, aaa~"

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Shoko steps into the room, clipboard in hand and a focused look on her face. She pauses mid-step, though, taking in the sight before her.

There you are, on the bed, head resting peacefully on Satoru’s shoulder, breaths slow and steady in sleep. Your healthy arm is entwined with his, fingers curled against his sleeve as if holding onto him even in your dreams. A soft, well-worn book rests in his lap, open to a half-read page, hinting that you two had been reading together until sleep claimed you.

Satoru glances up as Shoko enters, catching her eye and lifting a finger to his lips in a silent request to keep quiet. There’s a surprising gentleness in his expression, something soft and protective that Shoko rarely sees, especially in him. He gives her a slight smile, nodding subtly toward you as if to say - Let them rest a little longer.

Shoko raises an eyebrow but doesn’t make a sound. She’d always known Satoru had a soft spot for you, but seeing it here, so unguarded, speaks volumes. She makes a note on her clipboard, then gives a little nod and steps back, closing the door softly behind her.

Satoru watches her go, his hand shifting slightly to adjust the blanket over you and brushing a strand of hair away from your face. He glances down at you, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he returns his attention to the book, careful not to disturb you, content to sit in this rare moment of peace.

He is so glad that you are here, with him.

tl: @kalopsia-flaneur, @dainslumi, @syneyam, @idiotgojo, @itachiiwrites

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❝ in which ryomen sukuna comforts his queen through anxiety. ❞ ❦ cw ; f!reader x heian era soft!sukuna. fluff! hurt/comfort. mentions of anxiety. ❦ words ; 573.

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You can picture the way all of Sukuna’s arms are folded across his chest, a scowl painted across his features from just the feeling of his gaze burning into the back of your head. When you turn to face him after entertaining the request of a woman with an offering for you, Sukuna’s queen, you’re not surprised to see him in exactly the pose you’d imagined.

“Your breathing is erratic. Are you unwell?”

You shoot your husband a meek smile. “It’s alright, Kuna. I’m just not feeling great,” you attempt to shrug him off, but the tattooed giant sees right through you. As though you aren’t right in the middle of something, one of his lower arms wraps around your thighs as he effortlessly lifts you up onto his shoulder. You gasp in surprise, anchoring yourself by gripping his bicep. It’s not uncommon for Sukuna to manhandle you, though he’s more gentle than usual.

You blink down at him as he ignores the rest of the guests and calmly makes his way to your shared chambers, setting you on the bed before leaning down to your height. “What ails you?”

You blink curiously up at him as it clicks that he’s being gentle because he doesn’t sense physical illness, but he does sense something is wrong and doesn’t know what to do. He may not be the most sensitive or understanding husband, but your king is oddly in-tune with your well-being.

“It’s just my anxiety, Kuna,” you tell him, attempting to brush him off and stay the strong wife he knows you as.

“Anxiety,” Sukuna repeats monotonously as he processes what you’re going through. He hums, standing at his full height. You can see the gears turning in his mind as you attempt to regulate your breathing and calm your racing heart.

After a moment, he seems to come to a decision and lifts the comforter of your bed before he removes his robes and sets them nearby. You watch him move around the room, your hand clutching your chest until he stands before you. He moves your hand, before removing your robes as well.

“Kuna, what-?” You’re cut off when all four of his arms wrap around you tightly, lifting you from the bed as he tucks you both beneath the covers. The king is like a furnace against your bare skin, soothing your discomfort as you realize he’s laid your head right over his heart. The steady drumming of his heart and rhythm of his breathing serve as a distraction from your muddied thoughts as his lower arms comfortably settle over you while his upper arms reach towards the bedside table.

“Is this what you are reading?” He asks, red irises focusing on your small figure tucked into his side as he holds a book up to you.

As it dawns on you what he’s doing to comfort you, your lips purse as you nod.

His deep voice breaks the silence when he finds the place your bookmark is laid as he begins reading to you. He won’t like the book, you know that much, but every once in a while, you get a glimpse of just how soft the king of curses can get when it’s for his most treasured queen. As you softly cuddle into him, letting your worries fall away while you listen to the sound of his voice, you know that this is one of those moments.

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❦ a/n ; a little something self-indulgent while i work on college!sukuna.

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uzuicore · 8 months ago

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Hello!! I have a request for you!

So I was just thinking how if yuji maybe had a crush on someone and didn’t really know who to ask for advice since nobara would straight up laugh at him, and megumi wouldn’t really care. He knows the reader and Nanami are happily married so he decided to ask him for advice on how to ask the girl out!

This is the cutest thing ever, had to write that asap

Yuji asking Kento Nanami and his wife for relationship advice

Pairing: husband!Nanami x reader; Yuji x reader in a mother/son kinda way

Word Count: 1,8k

Synopsis: If there's one couple that comes to his mind when he thinks about relationships, it has to be you and Nanami-sensei. Who else to ask for relationship advice if not you and him, then?

Warnings: this is pure fluff with a tint of comedy y'all, I'm in love with the Yuji and Nanami content, just a little happiness to brighten your day hehe

Yuji Itadori wanders the halls of Jujutsu High with a slight blush dusting his cheeks. He’s been doing everything he can to pretend everything is normal, but the fact is, he’s got something weighing on him - and it’s not cursed spirits for once. He’s been distracted during training, missing cues and slipping up in ways that aren’t like him. Megumi and Nobara have noticed, but his usual grin deflects their concern. What they don’t know is that there’s a girl he can’t stop thinking about, and Yuji doesn’t know a damn thing about what to do about it.

Which is how he finds himself searching for someone to give him advice - someone who’ll listen without teasing or judgment. He’s crossed Nobara off the list right away, imagining her hysterical laughter that would probably echo through the halls. Megumi was next, but he knew his friend would just shrug and say he didn’t know much about dating either. It isn’t until later that Yuji remembers someone he admires, someone who actually knows about relationships.

But how is he supposed to talk to you?

His footsteps quicken as he makes his way toward Nanami’s office. He knocks twice, then stands there awkwardly without waiting for a reply.

“Come in- Oh, there you are.”

Yuji pushes open the door to find not just Nanami sitting at his desk, but you, his wife, by his side. His heartbeat quickens in an instant. Normally, you don’t spend much time here at Jujutsu High – just like Nanami-sensei himself. It has to mean something that you’re here today when he was just thinking about you, right? Maybe this is the best chance he’ll get in his search for answers.

The two of you have become something of a constant for Yuji, the calm among the chaos that surrounds Jujutsu High. He’s seen the way Nanami looks at you, the subtle way his hand will brush against yours, or the soft look that crosses his face when you laugh. Yuji’s always admired it, but he’s never really thought about it being something he’d want too - until recently.

“Oh, Yuji,” you greet him warmly, your smile immediately easing some of the tension in his chest.

“Is everything okay?”

“Oh! Yeah!”

He shuffles from one foot to the other, trying to work out the right way to say this. Damn, this is even more awkward than he thought.

“I was, um, actually hoping to get some advice? Like… relationship advice?”

He glances at Nanami, who’s watching him with his usual steady gaze, then looks back at you, unsure how to continue.

You exchange a look with your husband before patting the chair next to you, gesturing for Yuji to take a seat with a bright smile and a slight blush creeping up your oh so gorgeous face. No wonder even Nanami-sensei fell head over heels for you.

“Of course, Yuji,” you reply, and there’s a softness in your voice that makes him feel like it’s okay to ask for help.

“What’s going on?”

Yuji sinks into the chair, cheeks still tinged pink as he starts to fidget with his fingers. There’s no turning back now.

“There’s this girl. She’s… she’s really nice and funny and strong, and she’s got this great smile and I, uh…”

He takes a breath, unsure how to continue without sounding like an idiot.

“I think I like her. I just don’t know how to… you know, tell her.”

Nanami raises an eyebrow, clearly listening but keeping quiet, letting you take the lead. He never thought that someone like Yuji would ask him for advice in something apart from sorcery. But on the other hand…

Nanami’s gaze drifts over you, your warm and welcoming features, how you take in every little thing Yuji says with those little reassuring nods. If there’s someone who’s able to help Yuji, it has to be you. After all, you were the first woman in his life that swept him off his feet.

You smile, leaning forward a little in order to make Yuji feel more comfortable.

“That’s exciting, Yuji. I’m glad you’re thinking about it, even if it feels a little intimidating. Do you know if she might feel the same way?”

Yuji shrugs, grinning sheepishly.

“I have no idea. I think we get along, but I don’t want to make things weird, you know?”

“Understandable,” Nanami throws in, voice calm and composed.

“Rushing into something like this can make things awkward, especially if you don’t fully understand how she feels. But it’s also not wrong to want to make your intentions clear if you truly like her.”

You nod in agreement, a little surprised by the way your usually so quiet husband now took the lead to give his student relationship advice.

“Exactly. Sometimes, a small step can give you some clarity on how she feels too. You don’t have to go all in at once.”

Yuji looks at you both thoughtfully, clearly absorbing every word.

“But how? Like, I don’t know what to say to her. Should I… compliment her or something?”

You chuckle softly, trying to keep your tone light so he doesn’t feel embarrassed.

“Well, a genuine compliment never hurts. But maybe instead of going straight for it, just try spending a little more time with her first. Get a sense of her interests, things she’s passionate about. You’re naturally friendly, Yuji, so use that to your advantage.”

Yuji’s eyes widen, like a lightbulb just went off in his head.

“That… actually makes sense! If I ask her about stuff she likes, then maybe she’ll see I’m interested, right?”

“Exactly,” you reply, smiling at his enthusiasm.

“And if she responds positively, you can build up to saying something more direct. Just be yourself - that’s probably what she likes about you anyway.”

He nods, almost bouncing with excitement, but then his face falls slightly, concern creeping back in.

“But what if she… doesn’t like me like that?”

Nanami speaks up again, his voice even but warm.

“Rejection is a part of life, Yuji. If it happens, it doesn’t weaken your worth. It just means she’s not ready or interested, and that’s okay. You’ll still be the same person with the same good qualities.”

You reach out, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, a sudden wave of pride rushing over you. When you first met Kento, everyone around you kept telling you that it’ll never work out, that he’ll never feel the same way about you, that he’s cold as ice. But especially moments like this show you more than urgently what a kind heart your husband truly has and why you fell in love with him straight away.

“And remember, we’re here for you no matter what. But you might be surprised - she may already be hoping you’d say something.”

Yuji takes a deep breath, letting your words sink in. The blush on his cheeks deepens, but there’s a new determination in his eyes.

“Alright,” he says, more to himself than to either of you.

“I think… I think I can do this. I’ll try to talk to her more, see what she likes, and maybe, if it feels right, I’ll tell her.”

Both you and Nanami nod, clearly proud of him.

“Good,” you response, squeezing his shoulder gently.

“And let us know how it goes.”

Yuji grins, his usual spark returning to his face as he stands up, looking more energized than he has in days.

“Thanks, you guys. Really. This… this means a lot to me.”

With that, he heads out of the office, leaving you and Nanami exchanging a fond look. There’s something special about watching Yuji grow, about seeing him cope with feelings as regular as a high school crush even amidst the chaos of jujutsu life.

After he leaves, you let out a soft sigh.

“It’s so nice to see him think about something other than fighting for a change.”

Nanami chuckles.

“Yes. Though, if he’s anything like you were when we met, I imagine he’ll be quite charming in his attempts.”

You laugh, nudging his shoulder lightly.

“And if he’s anything like you, he’ll be both charming and a bit stubborn. But I think he’ll figure it out. He’s got a good heart.”

Bonus:

Days later, Yuji catches you in the hallway, an excited smile breaking across his face as he rushes over to you.

“Hey! I… I tried what you said,” he shouts, his eyes bright.

“Oh?”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued.

“How did it go?”

“She actually seemed really interested! We talked about some of her favorite movies, and I told her about my favorite songs, and it just… it felt natural, you know?”

He rubs the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly.

“And then, before I could overthink it, I just kind of… told her I liked her. And… she said she liked me too!”

Your face lights up with pride and warmth, feeling a surge of happiness for him.

“Yuji, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you!”

He laughs, a sound full of relief.

“Thank you. I mean, I couldn’t have done it without your help. I was so nervous, but you guys helped me feel like it was okay to just go for it. Now… now I feel like I can face anything!”

“Not that you couldn’t already,” you reply with a grin, giving his shoulder a congratulatory squeeze.

“You’re braver than you think, Yuji. Just remember, relationships are like fighting in their own way. It takes work and patience, but it’s worth it.”

“I’ll remember that,” he promises, his gaze filled with determination.

And as he heads off down the hall, you’re left with a smile on your face, proud of the young man who continues to grow not just as a sorcerer, but as a person.

A voice brings you out of your thoughts - Nanami, who’s been standing nearby, watching the exchange with a slight smile.

“You have a way with these kids,” he says, his voice gentle.

You turn to him, warmth filling your chest as you take his hand.

“Only because I’ve had a good example to follow.”

He squeezes your hand, his gaze softening as he looks down at you.

“I’d say you’re a natural. And who knows,” he adds with a rare hint of humor, “maybe Yuji’s just opened up the floodgates. We might find ourselves with more ‘romantic advice’ consultations soon.”

You chuckle, leaning into him.

“I think I’d be okay with that. These kids face so much danger. They deserve a little happiness too.”

With a fond smile, Nanami nods, and you both watch as Yuji disappears down the hall, excitement carrying him forward into this new chapter of his life. And for just a moment, everything feels peaceful, like you’re all part of something beautiful in the middle of the storm.

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uzuicore · 8 months ago

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kento who just loves kissing his pretty wife.

first thing he does when he wakes up is to pull you close and kiss you.

whenever you two are in the bathroom doing your daily morning routines, he’d slide his hands on your waist and kiss your hair.

when you’re cooking breakfast for the both of you, he’s there beside you to kiss your cheeks.

when he’s ready to leave for work, he won’t go until you give his kiss.

and, when he gets home, expect to get smothered with even more kisses.

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uzuicore · 8 months ago

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tags. dad!toji x wife!reader. fluff. reader gets called ‘doll’

“toji, you’re gonna break that thing,” you stifle a laugh as you watch your husband’s muscular form squeeze into one of the playground equipments. megumi is on his lap, giggling as he gets to experience what it’s like to go down a slide with his parent.

toji rolls his eyes and grumbles something along the lines of ‘the damn brat forced me to’. you know how weak that man gets when his son looks up at him with those big, sparkly blue eyes. you’d have given in to megumi’s requests as well if you were in his place. thus you don’t blame your lover at all.

“papa, go!” the little boy pats his dad’s thighs, excitedly smacking the muscles. the pure glee on his tiny face makes you smile as you witness the scene from the bench nearby.

“give me a sec, kid,” toji responds with a grunt. his legs are pressed tightly against each other, trying to wiggle down the slide. his body isn’t going anywhere— not even moving down one centimetre.

you can’t help the laugh that erupts from your throat while you watch toji struggle. the confused and impatient look on megumi’s face as he glances up at his father is pure gold. “papa go?” your son pouts and squirms.

this is embarrassing for toji. he can’t wait to get off and go home. the only thing he can do is pray that no one else sees this view of a grown ass man stuck on a slide.

you pull out your phone and start recording the hilarious sight. “hun,” you call out to toji, covering your mouth while giggling behind the camera. “you can do it!”

your humorous encouragement makes the dark-haired man kiss his teeth, “tsk, quit that.” he manages to move his legs in a certain way so he could glide down. the process however is quite. . slow.

toji’s body stutters and goes down the slide in a wonky way. megumi is not amused at all as he sits there and stares downwards, cheeks puffed up. he expected to go much faster than this.

the toddler looks like he’s about to complain the moment he reaches the bottom.

“mamaaaaaa!”

as expected, the little boy quickly hops off toji’s lap, leaving his humiliated dad sitting at the end of the slide. megumi runs off to you and jumps up onto your lap, an angry yet adorable frown on his face. he whines and hugs you, refusing to face your husband who’s walking towards you.

toji scoffs at the sight. “oi, you ungrateful little shit,” he comments and crosses his muscular arms over his chest, “y’ should be thanking me for squeezin’ my ass up on that tiny thing.” he glances down at his son who’s clearly sulking in your arms, disappointed in his performance.

you’d usually scold toji for using such foul language around the kid, though you can’t stop yourself from giggling at the situation. megumi actually got offended by his dad being unable to properly go down the slide with him; it’s adorable.

“no, papa shit!” megumi retorts unexpectedly, causing you to laugh even louder. you shake your head and try to make a serious face - to reprimand your child from saying such words - only to fail.

toji clearly didn’t expect the boy to mimic him again. he raises an eyebrow and you know he’s not going to hold back. that man will fight anyone, even his own son who’s only a toddler.

“whadd’ya say there, bud?” your husband huffs and takes a step forward. megumi squeals as he feels the intimidating aura of his dad get closer to him. he squirms off your lap and runs off into the playground, squeaking.

you watch your child scurry off in attempt to escape toji. you grin to yourself, seeing the excitement return on megumi’s face at the aspect of playing with his parent.

toji runs a hand through his messy black hair as he sees the toddler run around the park, excepting him to follow and play with him. he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it’s adorable how his son never stays mad at him for long.

it perfectly describes the father-son relationship they have. he wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

toji then shoots you a smirk, leaning down so you’re face to face. he flicks your forehead gently and pinches your cheek, reminding you of one thing before going off to chase after megumi;

“i’ll be dealing with ya later for that video y’ made, doll. don’cha think i forgot.”

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uzuicore · 8 months ago

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𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭...

synopsis: upon accidentally eavesdropping on a conversation diluc engaged in at the angel's share, you decided to start avoiding him in hopes of getting rid of your feelings for him.

diluc ragnvindr x fem. reader — sfw. ♡ hurt/comfort ノ she/her pronouns ノ regency au ノ pre-established relationship ノ reader is insecure and has social anxiety ノ reader wears a gown & lipstick ノ happy ending ノ kaeya and lisa are friends ノ self ship coded. wc: 3.5k

a/n: this is heavily inspired by a clip from season 3 of bridgerton! reposting this from my old blog.

two weeks.

it had been two weeks since you last saw diluc ragnvindr, the man who you considered your closest friend.

two weeks.

it had been two weeks since diluc last saw you, but to him it felt like it’d been months.

just two weeks ago, the two of you were laughing and chatting over tea, just like you would every weekend. diluc could not fathom where it all went wrong. why were you suddenly avoiding him? what turn of events had led to this heart-wrenching distance?

diluc released a weary sigh, his fingers grazing through the strands of his unruly hair, his once-tidy ponytail now undone and messy due to the countless times he ran his hands through it in frustration.

in the quiet confines of his study, he paced back and forth restlessly, reflecting on the few times he had caught a glimpse of you over the past two weeks and trying to figure out what had caused your sudden avoidance.

whenever his gaze sought you out, you eluded it, slipping away and denying him the opportunity to draw near. he made it a point to frequent the places that held a piece of your heart more often than usual in the hopes of running into you; the library, the bookstore, the bakery that sells your favourite sweets, even the spot outside the city gates where you like to feed the stray cats. surely you must have finished the novel you were telling him about over tea by now, right? so why was it that he never saw or heard from you?

the absence of your presence left a void in him, one that grew larger with each passing moment. he missed hearing you ramble about the stories you read and he missed helping you pick out a new novel to read. he missed sharing sweet treats with you over tea and watching you feed mondstadt’s strays with the soft smile he adored on your face.

was this it? was it finally time for you to get up and leave his life like everyone else? had he been a fool for hoping you’d stay? no, it couldn't be that simple. he dismissed the notion and shook his head to get rid of his doubtful thoughts. deep down, he understood that your enjoyment of his company was genuine. he sensed the sincerity in the warmth of your companionship and saw the way your eyes lit up when you were around him, so what happened?

at first, he just assumed you were busy. however, when his attempts to reach out through letters went unanswered, the realization slowly dawned upon him that you were intentionally creating distance. days of your avoidance turned into weeks, leaving him puzzled and yearning for an explanation. that is, until he saw you at the annual spring ball.

there you stood, adorned in a beautiful dark red gown that perfectly matched the shade of your beloved lipstick. you looked breathtaking. He was always fond of the colour, and seeing you wear it made him love it even more. he hated wine, but he always found himself feeling intoxicated whenever you wore its rich, crimson hue.

he longed to approach you, to finally break the silence and hear your voice again, but the constant stream of people that wanted to engage in small talk with him thwarted his every attempt.

you’re not sure why you attended the ball. you hate social gatherings, yet here you were. diluc shared your disdain for such events, but as a noble, he had to keep up his appearances. perhaps, deep down, your heart yearned for one last glimpse of him, before you planned to forget about him completely.

however, your plan to forget him was proving futile. despite how hard you tried to distance yourself, he lingered in your mind incessantly, a persistent presence that occupied your waking hours and invaded your dreams. you couldn’t help but miss him and the friendship you both shared. his presence brought an inexplicable comfort that your heart craved more and more each day you were apart from him.

throughout the night, you had made every move to avoid him. you purposely filled up your dance card despite your anxieties so that you would be busy dancing and even made an effort to converse with the other attendees, all in a deliberate effort to prevent him from approaching you.

now, you were standing alone in a dimly lit corner, pretending to nurse a glass of champagne that you were too shy to decline earlier. you didn't drink, but you supposed it was better than awkwardly standing in place while doing nothing. despite your attempts to distract yourself, your gaze involuntarily gravitated towards the red-headed man across the room. he remained engrossed in conversation after conversation, leaving you uncertain if he even noticed your presence. doubt and sorrow flooded your thoughts – why had you entertained the foolish hope that he might miss you, that he might seek you out?

you loved him. you did, but you knew there was no chance for your friendship to blossom into something more. the very reason you had been avoiding him was rooted in the desperate hope that the intensity of your feelings might go away, but they haven’t. distance makes the heart grow fonder after all.

with that thought, you sigh and set your untouched glass of champagne upon a nearby table. you’ve pushed yourself way past your limits by attending this ball and you were starting to feel overwhelmed. it was too loud, too crowded, and you could feel an ache starting to form in your head. you needed to get away. it seemed like there was no point in staying anyways.

diluc immediately notices when you move to exit the ballroom; he’d kept you in his field view the whole night, observing as you waltzed and laughed with other guests, albeit in a forced manner.

a twinge of jealousy and an ache of longing seized his heart — he couldn't shake the thought that it should have been him sharing those dances with you. it should’ve been him that was at your side, making you smile and ensuring you had a good time.

the sight of you at the ball caught him off guard, an unexpected and yet undeniably welcome turn of events. he knew you hated large events and couldn’t help but feel concerned as he watched you navigate the bustling ballroom.

knowing you were probably feeling overwhelmed, his worry grew and he was quick to excuse himself from the boring conversation he was having with another businessman.

“apologies, sir. i am feeling unwell and need to get some fresh air.”

without waiting for a response, he quickly made his way across the ballroom to the door you had exited from. etiquette be damned; he didn’t care if he was being rude by leaving so abruptly, the only thing he cared about in this moment was you.

he follows you outside and you get startled as you hear his footsteps behind you. you turn around, wondering who it could be, and when you meet diluc’s eyes, your heartbeat picks up. he utters your name, but before he can say anything else, you speak up.

“i-i was just about to take my leave. goodnight, diluc.”

you turn to walk away, but before you can take a step, you feel diluc’s large hand wrap around your wrist. his grip is firm, but not tight enough to hurt you. he would never hurt you.

his eyes search yours, and he only let go of your wrist once he was sure you wouldn’t try to run away again. you can hear the urgency in his voice as he questions you.

“is there something wrong? i have not seen or heard from you in weeks and you never wrote back. i have been worried about you and i… i have missed your presence.”

disbelief flickered in your widened eyes at his declaration and doubts start to shadow your thoughts, causing your words to come out as bitter.

“you missed me? you claim to have missed me, but you would never court me, is that correct?”

his brows furrowed in confusion as he struggled to comprehend what you just said. for years, diluc had harboured the desire to court you, but his fear of ruining the friendship you both shared and his shyness had restrained him. however, he couldn't recall anything he did or said that could imply he didn’t want to court you.

“what? i-”

“i overheard you, at the tavern… telling kaeya how you would never court me.”

oh. oh.

he silently cursed himself as the realization dawned on him. you were referring to that night two weeks ago, when he’d been working his usual shift at the angel’s share. kaeya had been there, of course, talking his ear off.

"so, dear brother," kaeya teased with an insufferable grin, "who might the pretty lady be? i've spied her in your company countless times, and without a chaperone, no less. quite scandalous for the esteemed master diluc, no?"

diluc grumbled, attempting to maintain his composure as he poured drinks for the patrons while thoughts of you and your sweet smile invaded his mind.

"it's nothing. she is my friend."

kaeya arched an eyebrow and donned a sly smirk, deeming it the perfect moment to tease his usually stoic brother.

"oh, really? merely a friend? i've seen the way you look at her, luc. why not court her already? if the two of you cannot behave yourselves and need a chaperone, i’m always available." he threw diluc a teasing wink, smiling knowingly when his brother’s ears turned a light shade of pink.

as kaeya continued to push his buttons, diluc let out an annoyed huff, setting the glass he was cleaning on the bartop with more force than necessary. he was starting to get irritated by his mischievous brother’s teasing remarks and incessant chatter, so in an attempt to get him off his back, he shot him a hard glare.

“drop it, kaeya. i would never court her, not that it’s any of your business anyways.”

he did not mean it, of course. all he wanted was to peacefully get his shift over with so he could go home and sleep so that he could spend the following day with you.

unbeknownst to him, his attention consumed by the persistent banter with kaeya, you had quietly entered the tavern a few minutes earlier. you planned to stop by and visit diluc during his shift to make sure he wasn’t overworking himself — and perhaps indulge yourself with one of his specialty drinks — but you froze at the door as you heard the words that spilled from his lips. “i would never court her.”

it felt as if your heart was cracking as you quickly turned on your heel to exit the tavern, stumbling over your feet in a rush to escape diluc's notice.

you knew you’d never be good enough for him, that’s why you never dared to confess your feelings to him, but were you truly so inadequate? did the mere notion of courting you really have the ability to provoke such annoyance and anger within him? you knew that you were reserved and that people often thought of you as cold, but you thought it would be different with diluc, that he’d understand because he was so similar to you.

hurt and insecurities tugged at your heart as you chastised yourself for letting down your walls and daring to entertain the fleeting hope that maybe, just maybe, your feelings could ever be reciprocated. that you could ever be loved.

diluc remained silent, processing the memory and realizing that you had overheard the false words he uttered in a moment of irritation. the only sound that could be heard was the footsteps of other guests who chose to continue their conversations beyond the ballroom's confines. gathering himself, he looked down at you, guilt flooding his eyes.

"perhaps," he suggested softly, his tone laced with regret, “we should discuss this someplace more private.”

you give a slight nod, as if understanding the imaginary implication behind his words. a quiet, melancholic laugh escaped your lips, though diluc could clearly see there was no trace of mirth in your expression.

“because i embarrass you,” you stated matter-of-factly, your words spoken as a statement rather than a question. it broke his heart to see that you held such a negative perception of yourself and believed such misconceptions.

feeling your heart break just like it did that day outside the tavern, a lump formed in your throat and you instinctively lowered your gaze to your feet, a feeble attempt to hide the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes.

“of course, you would never court me... i’m not pretty, nor am i very interesting or particularly talented at anything. i'm a fool for thinking a woman like me would have any chance with a noble man such as yourself. i’m sorry…”

it’s true — you always thought all the other women in the ton were prettier than you, so charming and talented, unlike you. you had a bad habit of comparing yourself to every woman you saw, sometimes without even realizing it. it hurt to see how others had lineups of suitors while no one would spare a glance at you as if you were invisible, but you had long since accepted your fate of being alone and having no chance at love.

as soon as the apology escaped your lips, a wave of regret and frustration surged within diluc.

archons, why were you apologizing? you did nothing wrong. he should be the one pleading for your forgiveness right now. he loathed himself for making you cry.

he hesitantly put a light hand on your shoulder, wanting to comfort you. uncertain if you would permit his touch, he awaited any sign of resistance or discomfort. when you didn’t move or pull away, he let out a silent sigh of relief and finally spoke.

“no. do not say such things. that isn’t true. please, let me explain…”

the firmness in his voice halted your words. you couldn't understand what was going on. he had explicitly declared he wouldn't court you, what else could there possibly be to explain? was he going to explain why he wasn’t interested in you? you don’t think your heart could handle it.

diluc kept his gaze on you, refusing to avert his eyes for even a moment, intent on conveying his sincerity and honesty to you. taking your silence as an invitation to continue, he confessed, “i lied.”

“what..?”

confusion marred your features, tears glistening in your eyes as you gazed up at him and tried to grasp the meaning behind his words.

diluc nervously ran a hand through his hair, just like he did all those days he worried about you when you were avoiding him.

"i lied to kaeya," he admitted, “i didn’t mean it when i said i would never court you. archons, i have been wanting to court you for years. i spoke out of irritation because he would not stop pestering me.”

he was rambling, desperately trying to explain his true feelings as he was unwilling to let you believe that he would never court you, the woman who held his heart in her hands without even knowing.

you had known diluc for years, but you have never seen him this flustered.

your mind whirred as you took in his explanation. interacting with him for the first time in weeks and being caught off guard by his sudden confession threatened to give you whiplash. it took a moment for coherent words to form, and all you could manage was a tentative "really?"

diluc looked at you earnestly, as if he’d fall apart if you did not believe him. "yes, that is the truth," he affirmed, his voice heartfelt and apologetic.

“i am so sorry for any hurt i caused you. it was never my intention. i would never, ever want to hurt you.”

inhaling deeply, he gathered his courage to press on.

“for the longest time, i have been wanting to reveal my true feelings for you, but i was afraid i would ruin our friendship. i don’t want to lose you. losing you is a prospect i cannot bear. i want you to know that you are nothing less than precious and perfect to me. you are the most important person in my life. you could strip away my winery, my riches, my status — none of it matters. i only want you. i only love you."

guilt weighed down on you heavily as you realized how incredibly petty you had been to avoid him over something you interpreted the wrong way. you were already so overwhelmed with the events of tonight’s ball and his unexpected confession added another layer of agony to the turmoil you were experiencing within. you couldn’t help but burst into tears as you shamefully sought refuge by hiding your face in your hands.

“gods, i-i’m so sorry…”

at the sight of you breaking down, diluc instinctively wrapped his arms around you, bringing you close to his chest in a warm embrace. it pained him to see you cry. he wanted to see the lovely smile he had been missing for so long. he wanted to see you happy.

“you have absolutely nothing to apologize for,” he whispered against your hair. “please, do not feel guilty, i understand why you kept your distance. thank you for granting me the chance to explain.”

he inhaled deeply, relishing the sensation of having you nestled in his arms and finally having the chance to converse with you once more.

“i cannot express how much i missed you.”

you reciprocated his hug, wrapping your arms around his waist and crying into his chest as you sought out his comfort.

“i missed you too,” you confessed, your voice trembling as your emotions overwhelmed you.

diluc gently cupped your cheek and lifted your face up so he could look at you, his heart beating rapidly. a soft smile graced his lips as he delicately wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

"you did?" he inquired, his gaze filled with hope and affection.

you nodded, sniffling, yet managing a shaky smile in response to the warmth in his gaze.

“i did... a lot.”

a warm smile adorned his face as he drew you closer to his chest once again. the two of you stood there wrapped in each other’s arms for a few minutes and eventually, you calmed down. when you stopped crying, you looked up at him again, wanting to see the handsome face you had deprived yourself of for so long. your eyes were no longer filled with tears, but mirrored the love in diluc’s gaze.

his fingers traced a delicate path from the small of your back, gliding up the side of your neck, before he finally caressed your cheek softly. his voice, trembling with emotion, came out in a shaky whisper.

"every moment spent away from you has placed my soul in agony. please forgive me, for i cannot restrain myself any longer."

you felt his breath on your skin as his gaze flickered to your lips before he asked, “please, may i kiss you?”

you gave him a small, shy nod, and he leaned in to press his lips tenderly against yours. he kissed you slowly, gently, savouring every second of your sweetness as he kept your face cupped in his hand. the kiss conveyed all of the feelings deep within his heart; it was both an apology and a show of his love for you.

the taste of grape juice lingered on his lips as they melded with yours, and you couldn’t help but giggle softly against his lips as you envisioned him likely fussing about the alcohol being served and making a specific request for his favorite drink.

after a few moments, he pulled away to gaze at your adorable flustered expression. he chuckled softly, overwhelmed with euphoria, and rested his forehead against yours.

“you are beautiful.”

he closed his eyes and moved to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

“i love you,” he whispered against your skin.

the confession brought tears to your eyes as you mirrored his smile and returned the affectionate words.

“i love you too.”

a snicker interrupted the tender moment you were sharing, and diluc instantly recognized the source, having been subjected to it on numerous occasions. lifting his head, he directed a disapproving glare towards the individual who dared intrude upon his time alone with you.

“i knew he’d give in soon enough. it appears you owe me a drink, lisa.”

you turned your head in the direction of kaeya’s voice, where he stood nudging the librarian with his elbow as the two giggled to themselves like children while spying on you and diluc.

diluc's face tinged with a light pink, a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment evident as he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"you may leave now, kaeya."

"so, am i to assume the role of your chaperone now?" kaeya teased.

“no.”

once they left, diluc let out an exasperated sigh before resting his forehead against yours and taking your hands in his.

“now, would you allow me to escort you to my manor, dearest? i believe we have lots of lost time to make up for.”

thank you for reading ♡

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✧˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ SAY YES TO HEAVEN ♡·˚

— [♡] ; a love bloomed between shy smiles and whispered dreams ｡°. gojo satoru

tags: mutual attraction, afab!reader, really slow burn, fluff, platonic with romantic undertones, thoughtful gifts, shy reader, secret feelings, subtle romance.

wc. 4.2K

Valentine’s Day had crept into the corridors of Jujutsu High, its atmosphere hanging over the students like an unseen presence. You could feel it in the air: the quiet giggles, the exchanged glances, and the whispers of confessions planned and second-guessed. It was a day most people approached with either excitement or dread, and as for you? You weren't sure where you stood.

As you shuffled through the hallway, your gaze dropped to the small envelope in your hand. A simple thing, unassuming but painstakingly crafted. The edges were a bit uneven, showing the hours you'd spent folding and refolding until the paper threatened to tear. Inside was a note, brief and clumsy, but filled with the nervous affection you had been bottling up for so long.

You had never been one for grand gestures. In fact, your time at Jujutsu High had been mostly spent avoiding attention altogether. But something about this year, this day, felt different. Maybe it was the fact that you were nearing the end of your time as Gojo’s student. Maybe it was because, despite all his arrogance, Gojo Satoru had always been kind to you in his own strange way—lifting your spirits with teasing words, ruffling your hair when you were feeling down, or giving you that devastatingly bright smile that made you weak at the knees.

Even though you always kept your feelings hidden beneath layers of shyness, they had slowly grown into something you couldn’t ignore anymore. And so, you had decided to take a leap, a quiet leap—but a leap nonetheless.

The letter was short, with simple words.

Sensei,

I don’t know how to say this, but you’ve made these past years so much brighter. Even though you tease me relentlessly, you’ve also made me feel safe and valued. I look up to you—more than you know. I hope that you’ll continue being that blinding light in all our lives.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

P.S. Don’t make fun of me too much when you read this.

A flush of embarrassment flooded your cheeks as you reread the lines in your head. It wasn’t exactly a love letter, but it wasn’t not a love letter either. It was as close as you could bring yourself to confessing.

Now came the hard part. Slipping the letter into Gojo Satoru’s pile of Valentine’s gifts.

You weren’t naive. You knew he would receive dozens, maybe even hundreds of presents today. Gojo, with his ridiculous charm and his never-ending self-confidence, attracted attention like a magnet. Surely, your small envelope would go unnoticed in the sea of extravagant gifts, chocolates, and flowers that would line his desk. And yet… a part of you hoped, a small whisper in the back of your mind, that maybe—just maybe—he would notice.

You reached his classroom, hesitating at the door. Peeking inside, you could see it already—there was a mountain of gifts on Gojo’s desk. Boxes of chocolates, neatly wrapped bouquets, and cards that probably read far bolder words than yours ever would. You swallowed thickly, heart hammering in your chest.

It’s just a letter, you told yourself. Just leave it and go.

But that didn’t make it any easier.

Gathering what little courage you had left, you took a deep breath and hurried over to the pile. You slipped the letter between two larger boxes, making sure it was tucked safely out of view—small, but not invisible. Then, without looking back, you turned on your heel and fled from the classroom, your face burning with embarrassment.

The rest of the day passed in a haze. You attended your classes, avoided Gojo as much as possible, and tried not to think about the letter. But as the day drew to a close, you found yourself stealing glances at him during the last class.

Gojo Satoru, as usual, was sitting at the front of the room with his blindfold in place, looking as casual and relaxed as ever. He didn’t seem any different, no hint of having read your letter or even noticing your presence at all. Your stomach churned with a mixture of relief and disappointment.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and you quickly gathered your things. Before you could escape, however, Gojo’s voice cut through the noise of the room.

“Hey, you.”

You froze in place, heart leaping to your throat as you turned slowly to face him. He was leaning back in his chair, blindfold still covering his eyes, but there was something in his posture, something in the way he tilted his head that made you think his eyes were sparkling beneath the fabric.

“I got something interesting today,” he said lazily, holding up a small envelope—your envelope.

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes widened. He hadn’t just found it. He had noticed it.

Gojo's smile was unmistakable. "Did you really think I'd miss this?"

Your face burned as his words lingered in the air. He was waiting for you to respond, his teasing tone making your pulse race. What could you possibly say now? Your heart pounded loudly in your ears as you tried to find the words.

“I… I just thought—” you stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Gojo let out a soft laugh, pushing himself up from his chair and strolling toward you. When he stopped in front of you, you barely had the nerve to look up, but you could feel his presence towering over you.

“It’s cute,” he said, holding the letter up. "And bold. I didn’t expect that from you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, though his teasing tone still sent you into a panic. You were about to retreat into your usual shell, your shy nature ready to flee, when he leaned in just slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, kid."

With that, he ruffled your hair and walked past you, leaving you standing there in stunned silence, your heart still racing. You had no idea what to make of his response, but one thing was certain—you had taken a step. Maybe a small one, but still a step closer to Gojo Satoru.

A month had passed since Valentine's Day, and the quiet thrill of that day had faded into the background of your mind, leaving only a lingering warmth whenever you thought about the letter. Now, it was White Day—a day where those who received gifts or confessions on Valentine's Day returned the gesture. The tradition wasn't as loud at Jujutsu High, where battles with curses tended to overshadow romantic celebrations, but that didn't stop some students from participating.

You had tried not to think about it. After all, Gojo Satoru was the kind of person who attracted gifts like a magnet. You were certain that today, like Valentine’s Day, he’d be flooded with presents. As for you, you expected nothing in return—your letter, while meaningful to you, had been a small drop in the ocean of his admirers. You had already convinced yourself not to be disappointed if nothing came of it.

Still, a quiet hope flickered in your chest. White Day had a different kind of energy. It was a day for thoughtfulness, for genuine reciprocation.

When you entered the classroom, you quickly noticed Gojo sitting at his usual spot at the front, casually leaning against the desk. His blindfold was in place, but you could sense the mischief radiating off him. There was something different about the way he carried himself today—more relaxed, yet sharper, as if he was waiting for something.

Class passed in a blur, your mind too preoccupied with thoughts of whether he had even remembered your letter. Every now and then, you caught Gojo tilting his head toward you, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.

Finally, as the last bell of the day rang and students began filing out, Gojo’s voice cut through the soft hum of chatter.

“Hey. Don’t run off just yet.”

You blinked, freezing in place. His voice was playful, but there was an unmistakable command behind it. The other students glanced curiously at you before heading out of the classroom, leaving you alone with Gojo.

He didn’t move from his spot but watched as you nervously approached him. Your heart was hammering in your chest, the same nervous energy you’d felt on Valentine’s Day now bubbling up once again. You kept your gaze low, trying to avoid showing how flustered you were.

“Do you know what today is?” he asked, voice as casual as ever.

“...White Day,” you murmured, glancing up at him cautiously. He had to be teasing. There was no way he—

Gojo gave a soft chuckle and stood up, making you feel butterflies all over your tummy as he walked closer. “Right. And on White Day, we’re supposed to return something to those who gave us gifts on Valentine’s, aren’t we?”

Your breath caught in your throat as he stopped just a few feet away from you, one hand reaching into his pocket. The lighthearted smile never left his face, but his voice softened, turning almost thoughtful.

“I got a letter from you. Remember?"

Your face immediately flushed as memories of your Valentine’s letter rushed back. The quiet confession you had agonized over, the shy hope you’d tried so hard to conceal—it all felt so raw now, standing here in front of him.

Before you could even think to respond, Gojo held out his hand, and in it was a small, delicate box. It was simple, wrapped in plain white with a faint silver ribbon tied around it.

“Here,” he said, his tone almost teasing as he extended it toward you. “Consider this my return gift.”

You stared at the box, your heart pounding wildly. He was giving you something. He had remembered. Tentatively, you reached out and took it from him, your fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. Your hands shook slightly as you untied the ribbon and carefully opened the box.

Inside was a locket—small and intricately designed, a faint silver that gleamed softly in the light. It had a simple elegance, nothing too grand, yet the craftsmanship was stunning. The locket had a small opening where you could insert a tiny photo or a memento. However, when you opened it, your breath caught in your throat.

Inside, Gojo had already placed something: his own picture.

You blinked, unable to believe what you were seeing. A tiny, smiling photo of Gojo Satoru was tucked inside the locket. It was so unexpected, so… him.

"Thought it might be a good reminder,” Gojo said, his voice softer now, and for a moment, the teasing edge faded away. “In case you ever forget who your favorite teacher is.”

You stared at the locket, speechless. The thoughtfulness behind the gift wasn’t lost on you. He could have left the locket empty, could have let you choose what to place inside. But instead, he had made sure his presence was already there, tucked inside the small, intimate space of the locket.

Gojo reached out, gently lifting the locket from your hands, his fingers brushing yours as he clasped it around your neck. The weight of it rested against your skin, light but constant—a silent reminder of him.

“There,” he said, stepping back slightly to admire his work. “Looks good on you.”

You couldn’t find your voice. A thousand emotions swirled inside you—nervousness, excitement, disbelief, and something warmer, something you hadn’t expected to feel so strongly. The gesture, though lighthearted on the surface, carried an undeniable tenderness.

Gojo tilted his head, a knowing smile playing at his lips. “Don’t overthink it,” he added, his voice returning to its playful tone. “It’s just a little something, right?”

You nodded quickly, but the blush rising on your cheeks betrayed your composure. He knew exactly what he was doing, as always.

As he turned to leave, he paused at the door, casting one last glance over his shoulder. “Keep it safe for me, yeah?”

Then, with a small wave, he disappeared into the hallway, leaving you standing alone in the empty classroom, your hand gently clutching the locket.

A locket with his picture inside.

Gojo’s words had been teasing, his tone light—but there was something beneath it, something unsaid that lingered in the air. It was just a small gesture, just a locket. But you knew, deep down, that it meant more than that. It was a door, left ajar—a quiet invitation to something more.

The mission had been simple. At least, that’s what you were told when you were assigned to exorcise a Grade 4 curse. It was supposed to be straightforward—nothing out of the ordinary for a Grade 2 like you. You’d faced worse before, so there was no reason to expect anything would go wrong.

But as you walked through the eerily quiet alleyway, the air felt off. Heavy. Almost suffocating. The curse was nearby, but something was strange about its energy. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched, followed by something far stronger than what the report had indicated.

The shadows around you began to shift, and just as you turned the corner, you saw it—an ugly, grotesque creature lurking in the dark. Its eyes glowed with a malevolent hunger, but before you could react, the shadows beneath your feet rippled and surged upwards, swallowing you whole.

A sharp, disorienting tug pulled you into complete darkness, dragging you down. You barely had time to scream before the world around you twisted and distorted.

You landed with a thud in what could only be described as a shadow void. The world was pitch black, the air thick and heavy with cursed energy. Everything felt wrong, like you had been dragged into a dimension outside of reality. You tried to move, but your body felt sluggish, weighed down by the oppressive energy that surrounded you.

“Damn it…” you muttered, struggling to push yourself to your feet. Your breath was shallow, panic slowly creeping into your mind. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a simple mission—a low-grade curse, nothing more.

As you looked around the dark void, you realized there was no clear way out. You couldn’t sense anything except the overwhelming presence of the curse that had pulled you in. Your cursed energy flickered, weak and strained under the weight of the void.

The shadows writhed around you, closing in, whispering unintelligible threats in your ears. Time seemed to blur. Minutes felt like hours. Exhaustion began to settle into your bones as your attempts to break free proved futile.

In a last, desperate attempt, you reached for the locket hanging around your neck. The one Gojo had given you on White Day. Your fingers clenched around it, and a wave of emotion washed over you—fear, hope, and the faintest sliver of comfort. Somehow, it grounded you. It reminded you that someone would come for you. He would come for you.

With a final burst of energy, you tried to send it out in a flare of cursed energy, hoping it would reach beyond the void. But just as the shadows closed in, everything went black.

At Jujutsu High, hours passed without any word from you. The school had expected you to report back long ago, but when you failed to return or send any communication, alarms were raised.

Gojo was the first to notice the unusual delay. His carefree attitude shifted the moment he sensed something was wrong. Your cursed energy, which he had always kept an eye on, had suddenly vanished. The absence of it was like a gnawing pit in his stomach.

“Where is she?” he asked, his voice unusually serious as he appeared in the principal’s office without warning.

Principal Yaga sighed, glancing at the report. “She hasn’t returned from her mission yet. It was supposed to be a simple exorcism. Grade 4.”

“Simple?” Gojo’s voice was sharp, a cold edge creeping into his usual nonchalance. “That’s not what I’m feeling. Her cursed energy’s completely gone.”

Yaga’s brows furrowed. “We’re dispatching someone to investigate. She could just be delayed—”

“I’ll go,” Gojo interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. He had been your teacher for years now, and while he kept up his usual teasing act, he had grown far too attached to ignore the nagging worry tightening in his chest.

Within minutes, Gojo was on-site, scanning the area where you were last seen. The alleyway looked normal enough, but the lingering cursed energy told him something much darker had happened here. His senses were sharp, hyper-focused as he followed the faint traces of where you had been.

It didn’t take long before he found what he had dreaded—nothing but a small silver glint on the ground. He knelt down, picking up the object, and his heart sank when he realized what it was.

Your locket.

His locket.

The same one he had gifted you on White Day, now lying abandoned in the middle of a dark alley, with no sign of you anywhere. His fingers tightened around it, his jaw clenching as he clicked it open.

Inside was the tiny picture of him he had carefully placed there—his teasing grin staring back at him.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, the weight of your disappearance hitting him like a punch to the gut. His usual calm demeanor shattered for a moment, worry replacing the playful confidence he always displayed.

Without wasting another second, Gojo’s cursed energy flared to life, his Six Eyes scanning the area with intense focus. The faintest trail of cursed energy led him toward a void—a pocket of darkness that had swallowed you whole.

“Hang on,” he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet determination.

With a flick of his hand, he expanded his infinity, creating a barrier between him and the encroaching darkness. Stepping into the void, he could feel the twisted energy pulling at him, but he pushed through, determined to find you.

The shadows pressed in from every side, but Gojo moved with purpose. He was the strongest, after all, and he wouldn’t let something like this stop him. Not when you were out there, trapped in the void.

Minutes passed, each one more agonizing than the last, but finally, after what felt like an eternity, he saw you.

You were lying on the cold, shadowy ground, unconscious, but alive. Relief flooded through him, though it was quickly followed by anger at the curse that had dared to pull you into this.

Kneeling beside you, Gojo gently cradled your form in his arms, his expression softening as he looked down at your pale face. “You really know how to get yourself into trouble, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice a mix of affection and exasperation.

He held you close for a moment, letting his warmth seep into you before he carried you out of the void. The cursed technique had been shattered by his sheer presence alone, leaving nothing but the fading remnants of the shadows behind.

Gojo quickly took you back to the school - carefully placed you in the infirmary, his fingers brushing the locket that still rested in his hand. He opened it again, staring at his own picture before slipping it back in his back pocket.

“Next time, don’t let this be the only thing I find,” he whispered softly, his lips quirking into a faint smile, though the worry in his eyes hadn’t completely faded.

As he sat by your bedside, waiting for you to wake, one thought lingered in his mind: he would never let anything happen to you again. His gaze remained fixed on your still form, his heart heavy with the weight of the moment.

Suddenly, you gasped, shooting up from the bed as your breath caught in your throat. Your vision swam, struggling to adjust to the brightness of the infirmary lights after hours spent in oppressive darkness. The soft, sterile scent of the room filled your lungs, but it did little to calm the frantic beat of your heart. The last thing you remembered was being pulled into that shadowy void, your body lost to the cold embrace of cursed energy.

Your fingers instinctively flew to your neck, reaching for the one thing that had given you comfort in those terrifying moments—the locket Gojo had given you.

But it wasn’t there.

A pang of panic shot through you as your hand met bare skin. The familiar weight of the locket was gone. Had you lost it? In that void? Your breath quickened, your mind spiraling with the thought of it being lost forever.

You tried to sit up fully, but your body was weak, drained from the cursed technique that had trapped you. Before you could push further, a familiar voice cut through the haze of your panic.

“Looking for this?”

Your head whipped toward the source of the voice, and there, standing by the side of your bed, was Gojo. His figure, so tall and effortless, leaned against the wall with his usual grin, but there was something softer in his expression. Between his fingers, he dangled the silver locket, its surface catching the light just enough to sparkle.

You let out a shaky breath of relief, your heart calming down only slightly at the sight of it.

“I-I thought I lost it…” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo pushed off the wall, walking closer to your bedside. His face softened, a rare sight that made your chest tighten. “I found it,” he said, his tone quieter than usual as he sat down next to you. “It was lying in the alley where you disappeared. Kinda lucky it didn’t get lost in all that mess.”

He held the locket between his fingers, studying it for a moment. Then, with a gentle motion, he reached forward and carefully clasped it back around your neck, the cool metal settling into place against your skin.

“There,” he said softly, his fingertips brushing the nape of your neck for a second longer than necessary. “Back where it belongs.”

Your fingers found the locket again, holding it tightly, as if afraid it might disappear if you didn’t. The warmth of his touch lingered, a stark contrast to the icy void you had been trapped in just hours earlier.

“I’m glad you kept it close,” Gojo continued, leaning back in his chair. “Especially with the picture I picked out for you.”

His teasing tone returned, though the affection behind it was unmistakable. You felt your cheeks heat up as you remembered the picture he had placed inside—the one of him smiling so casually, almost as if he knew exactly how much it affected you.

“It… it helped,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “In there… I felt like I wasn’t alone.”

Gojo’s expression shifted, his eyes softening in a way that made your heart skip a beat. His usual playful air was still there, but underneath it, something deeper stirred. Something protective, perhaps even possessive, lingered in the way his gaze lingered on you.

“I’m glad it did.” His voice was quieter now, more serious than you were used to. “You gave me a scare, you know? Finding just this locket and nothing else…” His hand reached out, lightly brushing the locket where it rested against your chest. “I thought I had lost you too.”

The sincerity in his words sent a shiver down your spine. For a moment, the weight of everything settled between you. The light teasing, the unspoken affection, and the bond you had developed over the years—all of it came to a head in this quiet room.

You swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. The line between teacher and student felt so thin now, almost nonexistent in the face of what you had been through. And yet, the warmth in Gojo’s eyes—the way he looked at you now—made you think that perhaps, in some small way, he felt the same shift too.

“Thank you… for coming for me,” you whispered, your voice fragile but sincere.

Gojo’s smile returned, this time softer, more genuine. He reached out, ruffling your hair in a way that was both affectionate and teasing. “Of course. I always will.”

His words were simple, but the underlying promise was clear. He would always find you, no matter what, no matter where.

As he stood to leave, his fingers brushed the locket one last time, and with a small grin, he added, “Next time, let’s make sure I don’t have to find this before I find you, okay?”

You smiled weakly, nodding as your heart fluttered in your chest. The locket, with his picture inside, was back where it belonged. But as Gojo left the room, you couldn’t help but wonder if, one day, this bond between you would evolve into something even more. The thought lingered, sweet and hopeful, like the promise of something waiting just beyond the horizon.

Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But someday.

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Hi. I really love how u write Toji. Squeezes my heart everytime. 🥰 This is my first time asking… I was wondering, on a whole different prompt, it’s late and Toji is bad out of luck this time so he’s currently homeless, in the rain holding his son, Megumi, protectively to keep him dry but then comes reader, (first time meeting) taking them in with a warm welcome and treating them with care. Idk I saw an image about them in the rain and it made my heart hurt and I would want to take care of them. Thank you

A/N: This broke my heart 😭💔 Something about Toji being unable to do anything but wait for things to take a turn hurts. This was on another level of sad too because it's not just him, Megumi's there with him 🥺 I had to take breaks and go work on other incomplete works while writing this because I was literally sobbing. Since Megumi's age wasn't specified, I wrote him between the age of 5-6 years old.

Thank you for sending in this request 💙

Toji and Megumi had been walking around all day, looking for a place they could take shelter in once the downpour of rain got heavier. There were so many things on Toji's mind. What was he going to feed Megumi? What to do if they got fully drenched? What if Megumi got sick? How would he get the medicine to cure him? All these swarming thoughts were making his head pulse, but he held it together for the sake of the boy holding his hand, walking alongside him.

Nightfall came by way too fast, and before Toji knew it, all the bigger stores and supermarkets were closing. He would no longer be able to keep Megumi and himself out of the rain under the guise of just looking around, with no intention of actually buying anything. As they made their way to the store's exit, they neared the monitored aisle of prepackaged pastries and bars of candy. Toji kept his face down and covered Megumi's eyes as he shoved one small, random pouch of bread into the pocket inside his coat and speed walked out along with the dispersed mob of people leaving the store.

He broke small pieces of the bread at a time for Megumi, occasionally having some of it, too. The boy was starving and so was he, but if it were between him and his son lacking energy, he would be the one to push through the tiredness that came with being malnourished. Toji watched as Megumi chowed down, almost entirely dull eyes presenting a soft glimmer at the sight of his most cherished person stuffing his face mercilessly. It broke his heart when he had to tell him that there was no more, displaying the empty, crinkled, plastic wrapper to the boy, and watching in real time as his little face went glum.

Once they got done with their "meal" break, they kept walking towards neon signs. Toji didn't have a cent on him, so whenever him and Megumi walked into smaller and more rare 24/7 convenience stores or liquor stores, they got turned away, all of the lazy, inconsiderate people in charge saying the same thing, like it was a damn script. 'If you're not gonna buy anything, get out.' They were most likely threatened by his duffel bag—which was filled with clothes—possibly thinking he would steal from them. They were all so disrespectful, each and every one of them. Toji's blood boiled as he stared them down. He was really trying his hardest to refrain from getting violent in front of Megumi, not wanting to put him through more than he was already going through. He was trembling with rage, tired of being shooed away like they were freakish monsters. He only let go of the tension when Megumi tugged on his coat and pointed at another distant, colorful sign.

Gaining no sympathy from the store Toji told Megumi would be the last one, he gave up and resorted to just looking for some cover. Megumi got tired after walking for so long. He was teary eyed as he told Toji that his feet really hurt and it felt like there was something in his shoe scratching him, so Toji picked him up. He wrapped the unzipped halves of his coat around Megumi, hoping to shield him from as much of the rain as possible.

Eventually, they found a spot with little coverage. It was the smallest skirt of a roof, but it reduced the heavy cascade of the rainfall a little, allowing him to see more clearly.

"Gonna put you down for a little bit, alright?" Toji says, to the boy pressed against his chest. His joints hurt from the cold, but he withstood the weight of his son until he found somewhere good enough to rest.

Megumi nodded, and was put back down onto his aching little feet. He immediately clung to Toji's leg.

"I'm cold," he mumbled, pressing his cheek into rough, wet denim.

The lump in Toji's throat got worse. His vision was no longer blurry just from the rain falling into his eyes. Life faced him with yet another challenge, and maybe before, when he was on his own, he was better at toughing it out, but he's not alone, anymore. There is an entirely separate human being relying on him for survival.

"I know, Megs," he says, swiping away some of the drenched hair that obscures his son's eyes. Megumi looks a lot more like him with his hair flattened down. "Um..." He tries to steady his voice, but his throat aches. He takes a deep breath before retrying. "The rain should be gone by tomorrow." His voice quiets down a little, threatening to break, again, as warm crystals blend together with icy droplets on his cheeks. "We'll stand in the warm sunlight all day, okay?"

"Okay," Megumi responds, hugging his leg a little tighter. He sees a figure approaching in the distance, and immediately tells Toji about it. "Dad, there's someone coming," he says, pointing at the figure that seems to be getting closer and closer.

Toji clears his throat, forcing his emotions down to focus on keeping his son safe. "Stay behind me, Megumi," he says, voice low. The boy scurries to hide behind him, his rapid footsteps splashing water onto the bottom of Toji's pants. The figure comes closer, what looks to be a blue umbrella coming to light. Toji's heart is beating fast. His protective instincts are through the roof. He swears if it's someone else coming to tell him that they can't stand there, he'll actually put up his fists. He feels irritated, like he wants to shout for this speedily approaching stranger to turn around and get lost.

That is until you speak...

"Hey, are you two alright? It's raining cats and dogs out here. What are you doing outside?"

Megumi giggles behind Toji. He liked your method of saying that it's raining hard.

You tilt your umbrella back and look down, offering a friendly smile to the boy. He's got the cutest eyes, and they make brief eye contact with you before he shifts to hide behind who you assume is his dad.

Your attention goes back to the taller man. You see who the boy gets those beautiful green eyes from, but his features aren't something you would necessarily call cute. He has eyes that naturally hold a darkness to them, a straight and pointed nose, and a scar that mars one side of his lips. He's handsome in a rough and scary kind of way. He looks mean, but not mean enough for you to keep walking after you saw him.

"Please, take my umbrella. This rainfall's been pretty extreme, and you're both soaking wet."

"We can't," Toji instantly responds. "I don't have any money to give you for it. We're camping it out here 'til tomorrow."

"I'm not selling it to you," you respond, with a kind smile. "Please, take the umbrella. Your little boy is shivering. He'll catch a cold if you stay like this any longer."

Toji is hesitant, but he's keeping Megumi in mind, as well. He secretly hopes you keep insisting. "What about you, miss? You'll be walking in the rain if we take your umbrella."

"I dressed for the weather. As you can see, i'm wearing a raincoat with a hood and rain boots. You and your son aren't. So, again, please, for the love of god, take my umbrella." You extend the handle towards him, again, and this time he takes it. The heavy raindrops fall onto your head as you rush to put your hood on. You watch as Toji moves so that the umbrella covers both him and Megumi. He looks up at the water that lands on his more effective coverage, like he's expecting there to be a hole in it.

"I- We really appreciate it."

"Oh, it's no problem at all. I'm happy to help," you respond, cheerfully.

There's a pause of silence that normally would be a cue to leave, but you stay for a few more minutes to ensure that they'll be okay.

"Where are you two going? The rain isn't gonna stop for at least another hour."

Toji felt somewhat embarrassed to say this to you, even though he can positively assume that you've pieced things together by now. You're easy to talk to, and you have a kind look in your eyes. You seem to lack judgement towards him.

"We have nowhere to go. We've been kicked out of every store that's open in the area." His heart starts racing and his anger starts to bubble up again, just remembering the careless expressions and monotonous tones. "Lazy assholes wouldn't even spare us a glance as they kicked us to the curb."

At the sound of the curse word, your eyes darted down to the little boy who had been peeking at you as you spoke to his dad. Your heart ached for them. He seemed like a good man just trying to take care of his son and while normally you would be more careful about approaching strangers in the middle of the night, your mental warning signals weren't blaring.

"That's awful. I'm sorry to hear that." Your brows pinch with sympathy towards them. You look down at the little boy once more, then back at his dad, before making your bold decision. "My house is about three minutes that way. You guys can come along with me and get yourselves cleaned up, as well as sleep in my spare bedroom, if you want. I think it's a pretty good offer, but if that's not something you're interested in, i'm content with having given you my umbrella to cover yourselves." You smile at both of them and continue walking in the direction of your home.

Toji and Megumi watch as you walk off, your rain boots creating ripples in puddles with every step you take.

"What do you say, Megs? Should we follow the pretty girl to her house?" He looks down at Megumi, then glances back up to make sure he doesn't lose you.

"Let's go, dad! She's walking really fast!"

Toji grabs ahold of the back of his soggy sweater, before he starts aimlessly chasing you. "I know where she went, kid. Don't run off without me."

You smiled when you saw two shadows cut off by the dome shape of an umbrella, walking behind you. You opened the front door to turn on the porch light as well as the living room light before standing outside, waiting for them. You properly introduced yourselves once they made it to your doorstep, appreciations and humble responses being tossed back and forth for your generosity.

"Make sure to leave your shoes out here," you say, smiling as they line their soggy footwear along the front of your house. The difference in sizes made you giggle yourself.

"Alright, bathrooms over there," you point towards the hallway to your left. "It's the second door to the right. Oh, just follow me," you say, leading them in that same direction. "Let me grab some towels for you guys." They both follow along, silently, wet socks leaving footprints on the floor.

"Here you go," you say, handing Toji the towels. "There's shampoo, conditioner and body wash in there, too. I'll grab a bag for you to put your wet clothes in."

You're overly generous and Toji is utterly speechless about it. Who opens their home to strangers, so easily? It's not that he's unappreciative, he's just in shock. He's never been a lucky person. The past months have certainly emphasized it, but this was a total shift. You're a saint for offering them a place to take refuge.

"Well, i'll leave you guys to it," you say, with that same kind smile he's been seeing, before walking back to the living room.

The warm water feels heavenly on his aching body. He's happy to be able to clean himself up with good soap, wash his greasy hair, and clean under his fingernails. The treatment went to Megumi first. The boy basked in the warm water and the clean scent of the shampoo lathered into his hair. He didn't enjoy having his feet cleaned because there were blisters on them. That was the scratchy, stinging feeling he felt earlier. Toji told him he would ask if you have a first aid kit and he calmed down a little. He now sits in a towel on the toilet seat cover, waiting for Toji to finish up. Once Toji comes out of the shower, he fishes through his duffel bag for clothes to dress Megumi and himself into. Most of it is damp, but it's all they have.

Toji opens the bathroom door and is met with the sound of a plastic bag rustling on the floor. It's for the wet clothes, like you said. He throws the bundle of soggy clothes into the bag and ties it up, leaving it on top of his duffel bag, against the wall.

Toji doesn't know what to do when he finds that you're not around. He doesn't want to intrude anywhere he isn't supposed to, but he ends up peeking into rooms with open doors, Megumi trailing right behind him.

He thinks maybe you aren't in one of them until he sees a flash of movement in his peripheral vision. He checks again, a little more carefully this time and catches a glimpse of you changing out of your clothes. He puts a hand over Megumi's eyes, but freezes there, absorbing the sight of you tugging your shirt off and slipping out of your pants. That enormous raincoat really worked to hide your gorgeous body. You're a heavenly sight for incredibly sore eyes. Toji knew it was wrong of him to stand there and watch you undress, so once you unhooked the clasps of your bra and he saw your unrestricted, naked back, he snapped out of his trance and looked away. He was aware of how perverted it was for him to get that far, so he didn't stand there for much longer, especially, since Megumi was there clawing at his hand to get it off his eyes.

He turned Megumi around before uncovering his eyes and pulled him along to wait in the living room for you to come out.

A couple minutes passed and you came out to the living room in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Hey, did the shower do you guys any good?" You ask. They're awkwardly standing next to the couch instead of sitting on it.

"Sure did. Thanks for that. Also, any chance you got a first aid kit or just some bandages lying around? The kid's got blisters on his feet."

Your heart sinks. It must have been hell for both of them to walk around and stand in those wet socks and shoes all day.

"Oh god, yes. Give me one moment. Sit, sit," you say ushering them to take a seat on the couch. "Get off your feet. You both must be exhausted. Just- One sec." You put a finger up, quickly making your way to the cabinet where you keep your kit, returning to the pair in seconds.

"Poor baby," you coo, offering a soft look to the boy as you hand the kit to his dad. "There should be all kinds of stuff in there. Alcohol wipes, ointment, bandages- It's a first aid kit, what am I telling you this for?" You laugh, lightheartedly, making the corners of Toji's lips twitch with held back amusement. "You guys hungry?"

Megumi's eyes instantly make contact with Toji's. His wide-eyed expression makes you smile. It's as if he's trying to desperately communicate that he is, to his dad, so he doesn't have to directly tell you.

"I mostly have ingredients for breakfast. I hope you don't mind. As you can see-"

"Ow, ow, ow!" Megumi cries out, abruptly pulling his foot out of Toji's hands.

Toji retracts the alcohol wipe, his other hand still suspended in the air. "I know, Megs, but we gotta get them cleaned up or they'll get worse."

"It h-hurts. No, I don't want to do this," he says, his voice shaky and paired with weary, glossy eyes.

"I know, bud. I'm sorry. I'll try to get it done as fast as I can."

Those words aren't very comforting to the one who's on the receiving end of the pain. Megumi can't see the damage or how quickly Toji is working. All he can feel is the excruciating, merciless burn, of rubbing alcohol on open skin.

"Hey," you call, smiling as you plop down right beside him. Toji lifts his gaze, his protectiveness towards Megumi completely instinctive. "I have some questions that I think only you would know the answers to. Not even your dad would know the answers to these extremely hard questions." You nod at Toji, as if giving him a signal for him to continue on with the cleansing. He grabs the boy's ankle and lifts his foot, revealing the scattered spots of peeled back skin on the sole.

"Do you know the name of the dinosaur with the reallyyy tiny arms and the long tail?"

"Uh... um... it's a-" he cuts himself off with a cry and attempts to pull his foot back again. Toji's grip is a little tighter, this time.

"It's got reallyyy tiny arms and it's tall and it stands on two feet," you say, enthusiastically, ruffling his hair to keep his attention on you.

"T-Tyrannosaurus... Rex," he responds, through quivering lips.

"Yeah! You got it! Alright... I think that was a little too easy for you. Let's see... Oh! What is the name of the planet in our solar system with the really big rings around it?"

You glance over at Toji as he finishes up wrapping the boy's foot. One more foot to go. He grabs Megumi's other ankle, examining the damage and his expression is something of hurt and empathy. He sighs before ripping open another alcohol wipe packet.

"That's Saturn. It comes after Jupiter."

You smile, proudly. "That's right! You're too smart for my questions." Megumi giggles, blushing at your praise. You scramble to think of another question when you see Toji lean in, bringing the alcohol wipe close to the bottom of Megumi's foot, again. You can't focus. You're worried about how he'll react when the wipe meets his broken skin.

"Um..."

"Ow! Stop! Stop it, please!" He throws his arms around you and sobs into your side.

"Megumi." Toji's tone is still gentle, but there's a tinge of warning, like he's trying to convey that it's inappropriate for him to just latch onto you like that.

"Oh, it's okay, sweet boy. It's alright," you coo, as he continues to cry. You look at Toji, your sympathetic expression taking in the stern one he holds on his son. "Can I hug him?" You ask.

Toji's gaze flits to yours and when he sees the sadness in your eyes, he has no other choice but to soften up. You asking for permission to hug his suffering child, is only further proving your saintly status. Who in the world is this good?

"Yeah, that's fine. It only seems fair since he already attached himself to you." A faint smile appears on his lips, before he returns his gaze to the bottom of Megumi's foot.

You sigh in relief and immediately embrace the sniffling boy. "It's almost over. Just a little longer. When it hurts just squeeze me as hard as you can, okay?" You give Toji a tight-lipped smile, and nod like you did before.

He resumes, wiping at the raw skin of his poor son's trembling foot. Megumi continues to howl in pain, the sound of his muffled, shaky breathing, entirely heart shattering. He's holding onto you, tightly, pulling at your shirt as he squirms around.

You watch Toji finish up tending to his wounds by bandaging his foot, like he did to the one before. As soon as he lets go of Megumi's ankle, the boy is quick to bring his legs up to curl up entirely into you. "See? It's all over, honey. All done."

Toji has the most guilt-ridden expression you've ever seen. He closes up the kit and sets it aside on the arm of the couch, his hands folded as he watches his son search for comfort in the most comfortable stranger they've met in so long. "Why don't you go give papa a hug?"

The boy loosens his hold on you and looks at you with his puffy, green eyes, nodding before he crawls over to his dad. He's careful to not put pressure on the bottoms of his feet and the second he's in his dad's familiar embrace, he starts crying again. Toji smiles, tenderly, a soft laugh sounding out as he cradles his son's head with one hand, while the other keeps him close. You see his eyes shine a little more, like he's holding back strong emotions. It's an entire sight of clear adoration.

"You're so strong, buddy. I'm proud of you." He presses a kiss to the top of his head, shutting his eyes as he holds him for a couple minutes.

"Can we have food?" Megumi asks, his voice meek when he wiggles out of Toji's arms. He looks up at him with brilliant, pleading eyes. Toji's gaze flits to you, then back to Megumi with uncertainty.

"Right, food. Like I was saying before." You laugh, nervously. You're somewhat embarrassed about what you're going to reveal. "Most of what I have is for breakfast. I work in the morning and as you know now, I stay out pretty late. I don't have time to come home and make dinner, but, I always have time for pancakes."

A small voice chimes in. "I like pancakes."

You gasp. "You do?"

The boy smiles, still slightly reddened eyes looking back at you as he nods. He sniffs before elaborating. "Yeah, my dad took me for my birthday one time."

Your heart ached so much throughout the short amount of time that you've known them. You've wanted to cry so many times now, but you haven't for the sake of them not seeing it as pity. You are offering your utmost support and that's all.

"Your dad took you to get pancakes for your birthday?" You receive another enthusiastic nod from the boy. "That's awesome! I bet they were sooo good, huh?"

"Uh-huh! Can I have some pancakes?"

"Please," Toji whispers, correcting his manners.

"Please?"

You look at Toji and laugh, luring another soft smile from him. "Sure. How many?"

"Six, please."

"Megs, that's a lot," Toji says, running his fingers through his damp hair.

"No, no. Six pancakes coming up. What about you?" You ask Toji.

"Uh... Actually, that's alright. I don't wanna inconvenience you anymore than we already have."

"Shush, it's not an inconvenience. I'm cooking for both of you. How many pancakes do you want, Toji?"

His name should not have sounded so soft. It sounded like you were talking to someone you really care about, like someone you've known forever.

"Four, please."

"Six as well? Coming right up."

They both sat at the table, waiting for you to finish cooking. Toji had already asked if you needed any help, and you told him that you could handle it, but as he watched you move around the kitchen, the guilt started biting at him again. He told Megumi to stay in his seat and that he would be back.

"Anything I can help you with?" He asks, again, leaning against the frame of your kitchen's entryway.

"You already asked me this. Go sit with your son. I've got this all under control."

He doesn't move an inch and instead decides to stick around and make you nervous by watching your every move.

You sigh, defeated. "You really wanna help me with something?"

"Of course. Let me earn all of this, sweetheart."

You know he means nothing by the word. It's probably just the way he talks, but it's got your heart racing just a little bit. You compose yourself and push down these flustered feelings and turn off the stove.

"Can you bring down the plates and utensils?" You point at their respective locations and he moves immediately.

"Mhm. What else?" He asks, bringing down three plates.

"Does your son like chocolate milk?" You ask, taking the plates from him to begin serving the portions of food.

Toji looks over at Megumi who's swinging his feet and tapping his fingers against the table, patiently waiting for his meal. "He loves it."

"Well, I have chocolate syrup and milk in the fridge if you wanna make some for him." He freezes, just standing there while mumbling out a couple placeholder words. His awkwardness is cute. "You can open the fridge, Toji." There's no bite to your tone, more like underlying encouragement.

"Sorry. Don't wanna be disrespectful and touch things without your permission," he says, opening the fridge and grabbing the half gallon of milk and the bottle of chocolate syrup.

"Don't worry about it. Cups are up there," you say, pointing to the cabinet next to the fridge. "You can open the cabinets, too," you joke.

His lips twitch with amusement at your teasing. Your sense of humor is refreshing. There hasn't been much for him to smile about, lately, but you fit right into that very short list. You're just so easy going and warm and completely inviting. You must be loved by everyone.

"Food's served. Help me with the last plate, please?" You grab the bottle of maple syrup and hold it against your side so you can pick up the two full plates on the counter, unable to carry the third one. He finishes mixing up the chocolate milk and puts the ingredients away, before joining you and Megumi at the table. You're setting down Megumi's plate, smiling at the way he stares hungrily at the food before him. His visible excitement is heartwarming yet saddening.

You know they both have to be starving... Which is why you don't say a thing when they start scarfing down their food. They're devouring the eggs and pancakes. The bacon is already gone. Megumi took a huge gulp of his chocolate milk and immediately started stuffing his face with food again. You focus on your own meal and pay no mind to the lack of conversation. Neither of them are looking at you, too busy filling the almost bottomless pit of their stomachs. Occasionally, you look over at Toji. It goes without saying, but there's no judgment for his manners, either. You excuse his impatience for wanting to eat more, just as you excuse Megumi's. You hold nothing but respect for him, as a single father raising his son through such a difficult time.

They had the same mannerisms. Pushing their plates forward when they finished their seconds, wiping their faces of anything that littered them, and groaning with their bellies full of food.

"Sorry you had to witness that," Toji finally says. The tips of his ears are red and he's finding it hard to look at you without feeling ashamed for the way he ravaged his meal.

You smile. "Don't worry about it. I'm just happy you liked the food."

"Oh, yeah. Best breakfast i've ever had."

You laugh at his compliment. "You're exaggerating. There's no way."

"Why would I lie to you?" He asks, smirking at the color blooming on your cheeks and the huge smile stretched on your face.

"To be polite? I don't know," you say, through remnants of your laughter.

"Nah, I see no reason to lie to a sweet girl like you." He's pushing it on purpose. Your smile is as sweet as the syrup used on the pancakes. He likes it a lot. "I stand by what I said."

Megumi doesn't understand what's going on. All he sees is his dad and the really nice woman who let them stay in her house, going back and forth over something, laughing. He looks up at Toji and wonders why his cheeks are so red and why his eyes so shiny, and then he looks up at you and wonders why you're smiling so big and laughing so much. He doesn't get it, at all, but then his name is mentioned.

"Megumi can back me up. He even licked the plate," Toji says, bringing attention to the boy. "The food was great, huh, Megs?"

He's silent, for a few seconds—shy, due to the two pairs of eyes on him. "I really liked it," he says, quietly. "More than the... birthday... pancakes..." he trails off at the end, scared of how Toji might react. Toji just pats his head, as if insinuating that it's okay for him to feel that way.

"See? Kids are harsh with criticism, too. You know he's telling the truth when he admits that this was better than his birthday pancakes. After I took him to the restaurant, he wouldn't stop asking if we could go again for his next birthday."

You smile and look down at your own empty plate, feeling bashful over all their love towards your strange breakfast at midnight. "Well, thank you. Now that you've eaten, you must be pretty tired, huh?" You can see it clear on their faces. Toji has the eye bags of a father with a newborn child and Megumi doesn't even attempt to hide his tiredness, his chin resting in his palm. "I'll take care of the dishes once I show you your room," you say, standing from your chair. They stand up in tandem, and follow you through the living room. Toji swoops up his duffel bag and the plastic bag of wet clothes from where he left them against the wall, taking the minimal belongings he and his son have to this temporary placement.

"Don't mind how boring it looks," you say, standing against the door as they walk in. "It's mostly just me sleeping in here. It's weird because I have the master bedroom, yet I change the room I sleep in almost every night."

Megumi instantly makes himself comfortable, letting out a big sigh as he spreads his limbs over the bed. He lies right on top of the covers instead of getting under them, scared of grazing his feet against the blanket and hurting them.

"We're sharing the bed, Megs. Turn down the starfish act."

You press your lips together, stifling a laugh when Megumi doesn't move an inch. Toji just shakes his head and fishes out a plastic bag with their hygiene products. "Your teeth are gonna fall out if you don't brush them," he says, earning an irritated whine from the boy, before he flutters his eyes open and sits up, ready to do as he's told.

"I'm gonna go get those dishes washed and the kitchen organized," you say, with a polite smile. "I'll be awake for a while, so if you need anything, let me know."

"We really appreciate it," Toji says, taking in the soft smile and nod you give him before leaving them.

He doesn't intend to let you think he's lazy by letting you clean up after both him and Megumi, alone. No, you don't deserve to be repaid that way after everything you've given them, so he tiptoes out of the room when Megumi falls asleep, hoping you're still out there and not in one of the rooms again. To his relief, you're wiping down the table and pushing in the chairs that were once occupied.

"Hey." Your body jolts at the sound of Toji's voice, your hand coming up to clutch your chest. "Shit, my bad," he says, grinning at your reaction.

"No, I just thought you both were asleep already. Is everything okay? Need another blanket?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, it's surprisingly warm in that room. I let the kid ball up in the blanket and I opened a window. Hope you don't mind."

You shake your head, permissibly, and continue on wiping down the table.

"So... what's the deal with you coming home to no one? Is your partner out of town or something?" He stands behind the chair he sat in before, hands resting on the top of it.

"No." You laugh. "I'm living the solitary life. I go out with friends, but it's usually just to catch up with them, not to meet someone new."

He hums, then clicks his tongue. "That's a real shame."

"How come?" You ask, folding up the damp cloth in your hands. You make eye contact with him, as you await his response, and your heart is suddenly beating so fast. He's attractive. It's a fact you haven't refuted since you first saw him, but you can't let yourself be outwardly nervous because of it. You're supposed to be creating a hospitable environment for him and his son. So far, so good, but now it's just you and him talking. Two adults, now able to discuss adult matters without censorship. It's a lot more real.

"You're damn good at caring for people. Guess I thought it would be fair to assume that you had someone to practice on."

"No, it's just in my nature," you say, pushing in the final chair. You move to the kitchen and set the cloth down on the countertop next to the stove. "Can I ask you something? Feel free to change the subject if it's too personal."

He knows exactly what you're going to ask, and he's ready to respond. He hasn't been asked about this in a while, but he hasn't been thinking about it, either. There's too much about survival and Megumi going on in his mind.

"Shoot," he says, watching as you wipe down the counter.

"Where is Megumi's mom?"

Plain and simple. No assumptions or guesses added so that there is no inflicted damage accompanied by your curiosity.

"She's dead."

Plain and simple. No need to dramatize or tread around the fact. It's just a statement to those he tells.

You feel your stomach twist and your blood runs cold. You stop what you're doing and look at him, attempting to keep your expression neutral, despite the fact that he just dropped something so heavy. You flinch when he laughs.

"You're pale as a ghost. That's the best reaction i've gotten so far."

"Sorry," you manage, through a barely there smile. You've never met a widower. It's strange how nonchalantly he let you know about it. "How did Megumi handle it?" You ask, hesitantly, resuming your cleaning of the countertop.

"He didn't know her. This probably sounds dickish for me to say, but i'm glad he still hadn't gotten attached to her, when she passed."

"No. What you said... it's justified," you say, disagreeing with his personal offense. "You're doing a great job with Megumi. He's such a sweet little boy. I don't know your story, but please know that I will never judge you for what's led you to this point. All I will say is that your efforts are visible, and that says a lot about you. More than you may think."

He goes quiet. Not to intentionally make you uncomfortable, he just hasn't felt this good about himself in a very long time. This seems like some sort of illusion. What if he's actually on the ground, passed out from the lack of nutrients in his body and this is his dream? It's such a sweet dream and he selfishly doesn't want to wake up, but Megumi. There's only one way to find out.

He steps closer to you, slowly, while admiring the focus you have on the counter that you returned to a pristine state. When he's directly next to you, he just stands there, silently, until you turn your attention to him. You leave the towel on the counter and look up into his tired eyes.

"Can I give you a hug?" You ask, not moving your hand from where it rests on the surface, until he responds.

He nods and steps into your embrace, and though you're smaller in frame than him, your warmth envelops his entire being at the speed of a lightning strike. He feels the way Megumi must have felt earlier, drawn by your comforting presence. A minute goes by and he still hasn't retracted his arms. He feels a lump in his throat—his emotions are beginning to overpower him. He can't hold them back the way he did before, when he was trying to protect Megumi from you— the person who turned out to be their savior.

He holds you tight against him, uncaring of the vulnerability that rushes him as he lets you surround him. He's crying into the shoulder of a stranger, and in that moment, there's nothing wrong with it. There will never be anything wrong with it. The thought of possibly never seeing you again induces more tears and makes him hold onto you even tighter. He doesn't want to leave. He doesn't want to take Megumi back outside, where people are rude for simply wanting temporary shelter. You showed them a tenderness that he will never be able to get out of his head. He's sure that even if you never reappear in their lives, Megumi will ask about you over and over again, the same way he relentlessly asked for those birthday pancakes.

"I'm sorry," he croaks, muffled by your shoulder. You respond by simply hugging him tighter. He still isn't letting go, and you've decided that you won't be the first to pull away. It doesn't cost you a thing to be his confidant for a moment. Who knows how long he's had this all pent up? He can't exactly break down in front of the person who relies on him. Especially, when it's a child who could easily be frightened by the sight of an adult crying.

He squeezes you once more, before loosening his hold on you. His arms still cling to your sides and he's still really close, but now he's looking into your eyes, the blurriness subsiding as he blinks. You offer him a warm smile, hoping it brings the slightest bit of comfort to him, but he doesn't say a thing. He just keeps looking into your eyes. Your enticing, welcoming, entirely dreamlike eyes.

"You're gonna be okay, Toji." You pull his hands into yours. His hands are manly and rough, his knuckles dry as you brush them with your thumbs. "I promise, both you and Megumi will be fine."

"You promise?" He says, the volume of his voice reduced to almost a whisper. His gaze is softened entirely as he looks at you.

"Yes, I promise," you respond. "I've never done this before— picking a stranger up off the street, much less a package deal—but I don't regret meeting you and Megumi." You squeeze his hands, before letting them go. "I'd like to help you."

Toji's heart pangs. He's trying not to get his hopes up, but it really sounds like you're about to rescue them.

"It would be heartless of me to house you for only a night, just to release you both into the same struggle you went through before. Megumi's feet need to heal and i'm sure you need to heal, as well. You both just really need to rest," you say.

"What?" He immediately feels stupid. He heard everything you said, but the astonishment he felt, spoke before he could think of what to say.

"You guys wanna be my roommates?" You simplify. "I know you barely know me and I barely know you, but people find roommates on websites all the time. It's not really so different this way, is it?"

He laughs, the sound somewhat congested from his previous wave of emotions. "Guess not."

You chuckle. "There's not much to watch out for with me. I go to sleep late so you might hear me laugh at something stupid on my phone, but that's about it."

His heart is racing. He already proved that this isn't a dream, but it's all so much. It's so sudden. Of course he's not gonna say no. Him and Megumi are finally somewhere safe, with someone who cares and isn't asking for anything in return. You want their company. You interacted with them, you tried to get to know them. You tried to get to know him. You let him get close enough to hold you and cry on you, and through it all, there wasn't a single ounce of judgement from you. Of course he's not going to say no. Who would pass up an opportunity like this?

"No...? Yes...? I swear i'm not that bad," you say, laughing.

"I would be real stupid to say no, and that's something I can't afford to be."

You smile. "Perfect." You pick up the towel and throw it into the used pile. "You should probably go to bed. You haven't rested properly in a while. Some sleep would do you good."

He nods. "Yeah, but are you done out here? You need help with anything? I know me and the kid were pigs for leaving our plates unwashed like that. I swear it won't be like that all the time with us."

"You're okay. I'll give you a pass this time because you just got here." You give him a teasing smile. "And yeah, i'm all finished here. I'll head to bed in a few minutes."

You said that you were done and then you continued to organize more things in the kitchen, so Toji stayed to keep you company. You turned down his help multiple times, so he ended up getting comfortable by leaning back on the kitchen counter. He watched you walk back and forth, putting the dishes you washed back in their place.

One day you won't lie about things being done so that he can run off to relax while you continue to do things alone. You'll get better at asking him for help and if you don't, he'll have to be more insistent, but for now, he's content with lingering so that you aren't alone.

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uzuicore · 10 months ago

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there’s a little boy staring up at you.

he has a dull expression but he seems entirely content and occupied sucking on a lolly while a tiny hand of his is buried inside his father’s big one.

“megumi. greet her.”

you take in toji’s stern but soft voice and smile at the child as he continues to stay still. megumi lets the air linger for a couple seconds before he decides to bring the candy out of his mouth.

“hello.”

waiting for a few more seconds it struck you that that was all he was planning to say. but it was ok. he just seemed to be a boy of few words.

“oh, hi. it’s so nice to meet you.” you’d hoped the expression on your face reassured him that he had no reason to worry as you noticed his hand grip tighter against toji’s.

a simple nod was all you got before you heard toji speak up.

“i know this is a first date but i wanted to introduce you to him.”

his words were simple and clear.

your heart could only throb as you took in the sight before you; a little boy who was stuck to his fathers’s side, a hint of wariness in his eyes before he quickly averted his gaze.

this must be new to him and you internally winced at the thought of him thinking you were trying to take his father away from him.

but you greatly respected toji for bringing along his child — it was a straightforward and easy move to show you how important megumi was to him.

“and i’m happy you did. i’m looking forward to getting to know you better. the both of you.”

the slight small raise in the younger boy’s eyebrow only had you widening your smile before you caught him stare for a little longer than before; a little tint of pink appearing on his cheeks.

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uzuicore · 10 months ago

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Gojo x female!reader Gojo being complete in love with reader where everyone but her can see it (they totally end up together)

i’m in love with you | satoru gojo

pairing: gojo x fem!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1.2k

warnings: quite a lot of fluff lol

a/n: i was listening to i’m in love with you by 1975 (hence the title) but the fic isn’t based on the song ! anyways i hope you enjoy it <33

who would’ve guessed that satoru would find himself falling in love with someone. his whole life he’s been busy achieving one victory after the other, proving himself as the strongest man alive. but even the strongest men are weak against the power of love. he can’t seem to pinpoint what exactly happened that introduced him to such feeling, was it her lovely smile, the way she says his name ever so sweetly, her warmth, or her interesting and cheerful personality. maybe all of these reasons combined, he isn’t really sure. but what he’s sure of is that he’s madly in love with her.

but to satoru’s misfortune the one person he’s very much in love with happens to be an oblivious girl such as yourself. everyone around him wonders how you haven’t noticed him yet and how he’s never tired of waiting for you to finally see his undying feelings for you.

for some reason, you can’t seem to notice the subtle hints he’s been giving you despite knowing each other for quite some time. but one thing you do notice though is how different he treats you from everyone else, how he smiles kindly at you and how his beautiful ocean blue eyes are always on you as if you're the only person in the world. all of these things have eventually made you fall for him, yet you're too scared to say anything so you keep your feelings inside.

then on one hot summer day, when you and satoru are hanging out together as usual on his free time, he asks you to go with him to the beach to cool down a little from the heat. to which you agree, you simply can't say no to going to the beach, especially on summer days.

you and satoru walk side by side along the shore. the cool breezing wind blowing in your direction, your sundress rustling and your beautiful hair swaying gracefully. satoru steals a few glances at you when you're not looking, admiring your beauty under the bright sunlight.

his train of thoughts is cut short when he suddenly feels your hand grabbing his as you drag him into the water and start splashing some water on him.

"take this." satoru playfully announces as he splashes water all over you.

"satoruuu that’s not fair! i’m all wet now.” you pout, water dripping from your hair as you’re almost fully drenched. earning yourself a mischievous grin from him.

some time passed by with you and satoru playing together in the cool water before you start to feel a little worn out from staying under the sun for that long.

"wanna sit down a little? you seem tired." he suggests upon seeing a slight exhausted look on your face. to which you nod as you follow him and sit on one of the big rocks near the sea.

satoru dries up almost completely but notices that you’re still quite drenched, so he wraps his towel around you. you can smell his scent all over it, hugging you like a warm blanket on a cold night. you smile as you hold the towel closer to your body.

the two of you fall silent for the first time since coming to the beach, but you don’t mind it. you never feel awkward when there’s any silence between you two, it’s always rather comfortable. you let yourself focus on the beautiful scenery in front of you, the sky is painted in a beautiful, breathtaking mixture of different shades of red and orange as the sun is about to set. meanwhile, satoru’s gaze is locked onto you, not paying any attention to the scenery. because to him your face is the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

the atmosphere remains calm for a while, with the two of you enjoying the quiet moment in each other’s presence. until satoru decides to speak up, breaking the silence.

“you see, my friend has a crush on this girl, and he’s been giving her lots of hints, but she’s too oblivious to notice that he likes her. what do you think he should do?” a puzzled expression can be seen on your face, since you’re not used to hearing satoru talk about love and romance. you pause there for a good minute thinking of an answer before you start speaking.

“i think he should just come forward and tell her about his feelings straight up.” you reply. however, there’s no reaction from him, which quite worries you.

after a few moments, he smiles at you and gently holds your hand, treating it as if he’s touching a delicate piece of glass.

“what if i tell you that the friend i mentioned earlier was me and the oblivious girl he likes is actually you. i’m in love with you, y/n.” satoru’s announcement comes off to you as quite the big surprise; gojo satoru, the most exceptional man in the world, likes you? an ordinary girl with average qualities. you couldn’t see that coming, not even in your dreams. his words ring repeatedly in your ears over and over.

you connect the dots and finally everything makes perfect sense, why satoru gives you a special treatment from everyone else, why he never looks down on you no matter how many mistakes you make, why he never turns down a chance to spend time with you. it all becomes crystal clear to you, because he likes you.

you’re still trying to process the news you’ve just received, and he sits there in anticipation, waiting for you to say something back.

rather than saying anything, you simply let the towel slide off your body as it moves on its own and you pull him into a hug, resting your ear against his muscular chest, feeling his heartbeat ringing like a melody.

“i love you too, satoru!” you happily announce, finally telling him the three words he’s been waiting to hear from you since meeting you.

satoru breaks the hug and lifts your chin up with his thumb, your eyes meet his ocean blue ones in a gentle gaze full of love and affection. he leans in closer to you, closing the gap between you two and his lips capture your soft ones in a loving, passionate kiss. you close your eyes shut, savoring the sweet taste of his lips. you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, your fingers run through the locks of his soft silver hair. his strong arms securely wrapped around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible, leaving no space between you and him.

your lips part ways after a series of long, passionate kisses due to the lack of oxygen. overwhelmed by the sensation, you still feel a bit lightheaded and dizzy as if you’re drunk.

“if only you could see how beautiful you look right now.” you blush like crazy upon hearing his statement, earning yourself a mischievous grin from your now boyfriend, satoru.

the next day satoru walks in with your hands intertwined and proudly announces to everyone that you’re his girlfriend as you and him are now officially a couple, and everyone congratulates you on finally getting together.

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uzuicore · 10 months ago

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Hi ! This is my first time requesting something on Tumblr and I don't know if your requests are open, but if they are could you please write something about Toji where f!reader is his girlfriend (long term) and she gets in a small argument with young megumi in which he says she's not his mom (which she isn't, but she still kinda raised him with Toji). She gets sad and Toji comforts her and maybe scolds megumi and it's fluffy at the end ?

I hope it's not too confusing 😅 and if you don't want to do it it's completely okay ! I really like the way you write Toji and your works are so good !

A/N: Ngl I actually kinda teared up a little when I was thinking out the scenario for this. Don't judge me, it was like 2am-ish lol. This prompt is so good 😭🫶🏼

Thank you for sending in this request 💙

Toji could hear bickering coming from outside your shared bedroom, familiar voices going back and forth over who knows what in the room next door. He tried to roll over and go back to sleep, because he trusted that it would be over soon. You're an adult talking to a kid. Your logic is sharper than Megumi's, so things should be resolved quickly. His eyes shut again, but the arguing wouldn't cease. Who knows how long this has gone on for.

He sighs and blinks his tired eyes open, before getting out of bed to see what all the commotion is about at eight in the morning. He grabs his shirt from the end of the bed and slips it on, over his head, as he walks over Megumi's room. Your voices are much clearer to Toji, now, as he nears the door. He stands by to listen in on what's going on.

"I just organized your room, Megumi. All i'm asking you to do is to put your toys back where they belong when you're not playing with them."

"I am playing with them," the boy says, holding two dinosaur figures. "I'm playing with all of them. I'm gonna go back to the ones over there, right now."

You sigh. The argument has been looping this way for too long. It feels pointless to argue with a child, yet you're still doing it because deep down, it irks you to have put in so much effort to keep his space clean, just for him to trash it the second he occupies the room, again.

"Let's see." You start looking around the floor for toys you know for certain he hasn't been playing with. "You're not playing with this plushie or this car. This slinky isn't being used either and it's gonna get tangled if you don't put it somewhere safe."

The boy groans, tired of hearing you list off things you see out of place on the floor. He goes back to playing with the dinosaurs in his hands, blocking out your voice.

"Megumi, are you even listening to me?" You ask, setting some of the smaller toys you collected off the floor onto the top of his dresser.

"I don't want to and I don't have to," he utters, carelessly, not even sparing you a glance. "You're not my mom, so I don't have to listen to you. Just my dad."

You're stunned by this sudden revelation of his feelings towards you. The argument is over. Megumi was the winner because he got you to back off, but at what cost? Your heart weighed a ton after what he said. You had nothing else to say to him in that moment, so you let go of your end of the tug of war rope.

Toji hears your footsteps nearing the door and makes himself known by appearing as you're heading out.

"Hey." He attempts to grab your attention, but you don't even look at him. You pat his chest twice and leave the room. He takes a step out of the room, calling for you once more as you get farther away from him. "Ma." All he gets is a thumbs up from you as you keep walking, an indication of how you're not emotionally stable enough to respond verbally.

Toji sighs, briefly watching Megumi, who still hasn't stopped playing with his toys. He's completely unaware of what just went down.

He steps further into the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed, next to his mini.

"Megs, that wasn't cool." He receives a hum in response. "Why would you say something like that?"

Megumi's hands still. He briefly looks at his dad before resuming what he was doing. "Like what? I was just in here, playing with my toys," he says, feigning innocence, not knowing that Toji had been listening.

"I heard what you said and it wasn't nice at all. She's always been good to you."

"But what I said is true," he exclaims, his expressive, green eyes widening, defensively.

"Okay, let's calm down. I'm not raising my voice, am I?"

Megumi slowly shakes his head. He puts down the dinosaur toys and crosses his legs, folding his hands in his lap.

"I want you to look at it this way," Toji starts, looking around at the room you were once so proud of for returning to a pristine state, now cluttered with various toys and clothes. "She's always been here for you. She takes care of you when I have to go to work, she reads to you before bed, she wakes up to make you breakfast. You like when she makes breakfast, right?"

The boy nods. "I like when she makes dog shaped pancakes."

"Yeah, me too. You think she's gonna wanna be around and make dog shaped pancakes for us if you talk to her like that?"

Megumi shakes his head. "No, but she wouldn't stop telling me to clean up my toys when I told her that i'm still playing with them."

"Well, I only see you playing with this little pool of toys, here on the bed. Everything else is just scattered all over the place. You know she worked hard to clean this place up, right?"

"Mm... yeah," he responds, coyly.

"You're like a tornado, Megs," he says, causing the fluffy-haired boy to laugh. "Yeah, it's pretty funny, huh?" Megumi keeps laughing while nodding which makes Toji crack a grin.

"I'm sorry," Megumi mumbles, once he settles down. He looks down at the palm of his hand, tracing the lines on it with his thumb.

"That's not for me to hear, kid," Toji says, setting a hand on his head.

"But, i'm scared to tell her. What if she's mad at me?" He turns his head to look at his dad, eyes darting between matching green eyes and the scar that mars his lips.

"Nah, she loves you too much to ever get mad at you. How 'bout I go see what she's doing, and you draw something to give to her? When you're ready to give her your drawing, you can come out, yeah?"

"Okay." Megumi nods. "I'll go out there when i'm ready."

"Alright. See you in a bit. Love you."

"Love you, too, dad," he responds, a slight tint of red on his cheeks.

Toji leaves him to it, leaving the door slightly ajar when he exits the room. He immediately directs himself towards you. You didn't hide or hole up in the room, instead you went to the couch. Toji sits next to you, watching you scroll through your phone.

"Hey, you good?" He asks, watching your face as you turn your screen off and shift your attention to him.

You sigh. "Yeah, it's fine. It's not like he lied."

"Don't say that. You know he's wrong." He puts a hand on your knee, squeezing comfortingly. "He's still a brat that doesn't know the weight of his words. Thinks he can just fire out things like that and move on like it's nothing. As long as i'm here, he won't get away with saying ridiculous things like that to you."

"Yeah," you say, still sounding disheartened.

"I talked to him about it. The kid was just pissed that you called him out for the mess he made. He just wanted to be right, with zero logical thoughts in that head."

You nod, not wanting to say anything more about it. Everything Toji said was correct, but you still felt like you were tossed aside, in that moment. Like you were a puzzle piece that didn't fit into their family.

"Don't be bummed about it, baby. You know he loves you, and remember, he has called you 'mom' before."

That brings a smile to your face. You remember how shy he got after realizing what he said. The word slipped out so naturally. You treated him like you normally do, but on the inside you were all giddy and proud to be considered a maternal figure by him.

"There you go. There's that pretty smile," Toji says, grinning as he pulls you close.

"Stop," you say, blushing when he starts peppering your face with kisses. You giggle when he starts chasing your lips, eventually giving you the warm, comforting kisses he wanted to give you.

You push his face away when you hear the door to Megumi's room creak, followed by Megumi himself. He takes slow steps out of the hallway and when he sees you and Toji staring at him, he gets nervous. All the attention is on him so he diverts his gaze and looks down at the floor until he's standing in front of you two. His face is red and his hands are behind his back. Toji knows what he's hiding and he smiles.

"What's up, Megs?" You ask, when he just stands there, silently.

He shifts on his feet, looking at you and then at his dad, before looking at you once more. His arms come forward and his hands shakily extend a folded piece of paper towards you.

"For me?" You ask, enthusiastically, to which he nods before looking down at his feet, again. You unfold the paper and take in the whole page of bright colors. Toji looks at it over your shoulder, a soft smile resting on his face when he sees the genuine effort that was put into the page. The first thing you notice is the big 'I'm sorry' written in his jagged and uneven handwriting, followed by a heart that you can tell he redrew multiple times based on the faded outlines behind it. There's a drawing of two simplistic dogs and what looks like the flowers you put on the dinner table. There are three stick figures that resemble you, Toji, and Megumi. You smile when you see that he didn't miss Toji's scar. He used the top corner of the page to draw the sun and there are different colored stars all over the place.

"Aw, I love it! Can I keep it forever?" You ask, smiling when you look at his adorable blush-y expression.

"Yeah, I made it for you," he mumbles, shiny eyes looking back at you.

You fold the paper, carefully, making sure to follow along the crease he already made, and set it down beside you.

"Can I have a hug?" You ask, reaching your arms out. He nods and makes his way over to you, his small arms coming up short as they wrap around you. Your embrace envelops him entirely. He's nonexistent in your hold because of how small he is. You squeeze him a little tighter, causing him to giggle at the gesture. "Love you soooo much, Megs." Before you release him, you give him a small peck on the cheek. "How about some pancakes for breakfast?"

"Can you make them in the shapes of dogs, again?" He asks, tapping his foot, excitedly.

"Of course, I can," you respond, and he gets even more excited.

"Dad! D-Dad! Dad! She's gonna make dog shaped pancakes, dad!"

"Yeah, I heard," Toji responds, a dumb grin on his face. "You should help her out, today."

"Okay," Megumi says, before sprinting to the kitchen.

"I should go help him before he gets the kitchen messy, too," you say, rising from the couch when the boy quickly vanishes.

"Hey, come here," Toji says, pulling you back by your wrist. You're pulled down for some quick kisses, a continuation of the session that was interrupted earlier.

"Love you, doll," he says, his eyes flitting between your starry ones and that smile that makes him weak.

"Love you." He doesn't let go of your hand until the link breaks, once you're out of his reach.

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