satoru "i love my wife" gojo.
the man was practically a puppy nipping at your heels. when you were dating, he attempted to be less clingy at times because he didn't want to scare you off, but since you're stuck with him forever now, he has no issue clinging to you.
you both could be in public, and his arm would be around your waist the whole time. if you're looking at something, he'll hug you from behind and rest his chin on your head until you're done looking.
and also, ever since you both got married, know that you won't be addressed as anything but 'my wife' for a while.
there's no more sweet names like baby, honey, or love. it's always 'my wife', but emphasize the 'my'.
he will literally scream the 'my' part and just normally say 'wife' because he wants everyone to know that you're his.
"do you want your usual?"
satoru would ask as you both walked into a cafe, and you would nod in response while he just gave you a smile. his hand was currently interlocked with yours, and with how tight he was holding it, you knew you wouldn't be able to let go any time soon.
the barista looked at you both as she gifted you a smile, and she turned her attention to satoru. "what can i get you two?"
"i'll have..." satoru hummed before pointing at a coffee on the screen.
it couldn't even classify as coffee—it mostly looked like foam and whipped cream with a bunch of sprinkles and mochi on it. "that one."
the barista nodded as she tapped on the screen in front of her, "is that all?"
"also, can MY—"
the cafe fell quiet with satoru's shout, and the barista just quietly laughed once you smacked his arm. yet, the man only grinned before contiuing. "can my wife have that one?" he pointed to the screen that had your usual order, and the woman nodded. "your total is twelve dollars and sixty-seven cents."
"can you write 'gojo's wife' on her cup?"
the barista nodded at satoru's question, and you just frowned.
yet, you didn't mean the frown. more than anything, you wanted to jump into satoru's arms and laugh at his stupidity.
a few minutes later, your orders came out, and on your cup read 'gojo's wife.'
when you finished your drink, you cleaned out the cup and stored it in a box with all the little trinkets satoru has given you over the years.
that's also another thing about being married to satoru—he gives you random things, and you can never tell what he's going to give you next.
one day, he'll bring you your favorite flowers, and then the next day, he'll bring you a random rock he found on the ground.
the best part about that, though, is the face he makes when he gives you the trinket.
he'll have a bright grin on his face while holding out the object in both of his hands, and if his blindfold is off, his eyes are practically shining with excitement and curiosity as to how you'll react.
and trust me, he memorizes how you react. that's one of the things you love most about him. he pays attention.
if you get really happy over one gift, he'll start bringing things like that around more. if you only smile at him and thank him for the gift, expect to find those things in the trash later.
he wants all your trinkets and gifts to be things that make you insanely happy—not just meh.
though, he doesn't just pay attention to how you react over trinkets. he memorizes everything about you.
he can tell your mood from the tiniest things.
if your eye twitches even the slightest bit, he knows you're irritated and will get rid of whatever is bothering you. if the corners of your lips fall down for a split second, he knows you're upset and will try to make you laugh. if you narrow your eyes, he knows you're mad, and will try to calm you down.
the reason he does this is because he wants you to know that he does pay attention, for he never wants you to feel neglected.
another thing he does is that he will have a serious conversation with you on the oddest topics.
his tone will make people think that he's talking about the earths issues or whatnot, but in reality, he's just talking about how it's stupid some birds have wings but then they can't fly.
"what do you mean ostriches can't fly because they're too heavy? are you calling them fat?"
satoru frowned at you from where he sat—slowly resting his head on the kitchen island while you rummaged through the fridge for dinner ideas. "yes, i am calling them fat. they're too heavy to fly."
your answer only made satoru pout. "then why do they have wings at all!? it's like false advertising for birds—can you even call them birds at that point if they can't fly!?"
"birds are defined by their wings, feathers, and beak."
"okay, first of all, you're a nerd." satoru commented as you walked over to the kitchen island, and you leaned against it while staring at satoru. "and secondly, that's stupid. wings are supposed to help you fly. like, why do penguins have wings?"
"they're flippers, toru."
"SHUT UP! THEY LOOK LIKE WINGS!"
now, satoru does a lot of random things, but a favorite has to be when your phone camera is on.
no, not just on him, but you as well.
your selfies? most of them have him in it. it's either his hand is in a peace sign, his arm is wrapped around you, or he secretly leans his head in frame and sticks out his tongue.
your mirror photos? his arm is wrapped around your waist with his chin on your shoulder, or if he's shirtless, he will step behind you and flex.
you complain, but you always end up looking back at those photos with a smile.
now, when the camera is on him, he does take it seriously. many think he would be funny with it, but satoru knows he's handsome.
so, he has to make sure all of your photos of him are good-looking so when you look back at them—he knows you look back at them—you remember how amazing he is.
but if you asked him to be silly, he just has to do it.
not because he wants to, but because you want him to.
he'd do anything for you, which is why he's satoru 'i love my wife' gojo.
he would legally change his middle name to that if it proved to you that he is hopelessly in love with you.
a/n : someone's reblog text of one of my other writings inspired this.
comments & reblogs are appreciated !!
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