— sleeping habits and positions with their special one;
[note.] — I know the harbingers already got the semi sleeping related scenarios with wake up, buttercup... but if soft as slumber will get me back to writing, I say it's a good sacrifice. SANDRONE DEBUT BTW I LOVE HER SO MUCH.
capitano himself needs little to no rest, like actually. he chooses to sleep to be close to you (and maybe provide protection, if there ever arrives the need for it.). but, if he ever were to make any requests — it’s to sleep light. there’s just something suffocating about heavy bedding. not to mention, he can substitute for the missing heat.
hold his hand, have your head on his chest, be a full on starfish. do whatever you please. capitano will have you sleep through the night regardless, especially if you’re a moving sleeper. you ain’t moving an inch once he has you in his embrace.
── 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞
either sleeps eighteen hours a day or wakes up after half hour, there’s no in between for dottore. yes, he will retire to bed with you, but falling asleep is different territory. it’s just that his brain is too active all the time, sleeping included.
when he does indeed transform into a cat to replenish his energy, he wants the best. dottore might say he needs just the basics, but you have not seen the fluffiest of the blankets in months. that’s gotta say something.
── 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚
could probably sleep anywhere, as long as she has you by her side. it’s very relaxing for her to have the soft accompaniment of your heartbeat as she’s humming to tire herself out. head on your chest, she is the biggest fan.
prefers to have the room be cold, by a long shot. maybe some lavender essential oils to calm the space down? only if you’re willing and not allergic. she wants nighttime to be a relaxing time for both of you. getting a skylight is definitely on her bucket list — ah, pretty stars…
── 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨
as fascinating as it is, nighttime is the major cause of conflicts between you and arlecchino. she just won’t go to bed. her strictness with herself makes it difficult to retire before everything on the task list is checked of. so, if she’s never in bed, the preferences are all yours.
also not the biggest on affection once she’s laying down. arlecchino considers her nails too sharp to allow for uncontrollable handholding, same with embracing you from behind. I guess sleeping close side-by-side it is.
── 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞
if we’re speaking technicalities, sandrone does not need much. perhaps a little bit of cushiness to have her joints not lock up, that’s all. on the other hand, her preferences have resulted in you having one of the most delightful of beds in the whole wide world — pillows, blankets. you name it, it’s there — including a tiny pulonia plush.
it’s actually quite heavy for her to scooch over during the night. as unfortunate as it is, she simply has to resort to you doing all the work. please do, she requires it as much as her morning coffee.
── 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞
the obvious maximalism of bedding choice aside, the bigger mystery is how pantalone cannot fall asleep unless there’s some sort of noise in the background. he’ll entertain any of your wishes in regards to proximity preferences, but you’re dealing with a record player in the corner of the room in exchange.
retires to bed early and stays in there as much as possible. he’ll stop you from getting him up in the tightest of hugs. if you can’t get up, neither can he… or something like that.
── 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚
honestly, kind of a nightmare. ajax is quite the vivid sleeper and he moves A TON. not to mention he’s constantly too warm. turning the heating down did nothing, same with getting that special bedding that has the cold side.
well, the second one might’ve failed because ajax will snuggle you like his life depends on it. handholding is simply not enough, he has to breathing in the scent of your shampoo or else he won’t fall asleep ever… and tired childe gets even more unhinged than his usual self.
enjin’s reaction when you get a tattoo of his name before he gets one of yours.
cw: fem!reader w/ long hair, i’ve only watched the anime so might be ooc <\3, petnames: baby + miss, mentions of body figure, and enjin gets on his knees (non suggestive)
he stared at you, his eyes popped out of their sockets and his jaw dropped on the floor. you turn to face your boyfriend which you noticed a little too late. you hadn’t planned to show him the tattoo quite just yet. it’s only been a month and you wanted it to show it at its best condition.
“pleasepleasepleasepleaseeeee baby tell me im dreaming right now,” enjin finally says once he picked his jaw off the ground.
“you weren’t supposed to see it yet, jin, oh my goodness, it was supposed to be a surprise,” you reply with a slight groan, dropping your arms which were tangled up in your hair as you were putting it up to try and beat the heat of the HQ in the summer.
“why didn’t you knock? what’s so important?” you say with a sigh, as if he wasn’t still in awe of your inked skin.
“nonono miss, you can’t just ignore the elephant in the damn room. you got a tattoo of MYYY name???” he elongates the word my, and you stare at him with raised eyebrows and a slight smile.
“what, was I supposed to get a tattoo of gris’ name—“
“—DON’T finish that sentence. you’re ruining the moment,” he says like a dramatic teenage boy.
he finally approaches, kneeling down to be eye level with the tattoo that sat right at your hip. his eyes were practically glowing despite the flow of amina and his lack of presence on the battle field. you place your hand on his head, combing through the strands, laughing softly.
“you like it?”
“i love it miss. perfect placement too,” he said with a smirk, knowing he’ll be placing his hands on your hips even more than before—if that was even possible.
“looks so good on you baby, i can’t stop looking at it. how’d you even hide this from me for this long, and when d’ya plan on tellin’ me?” his eyes have yet to leave your skin, similar to his hands that have yet to stop caressing up and down, following the natural curvature of your body.
“it’s not that hard, since we’re practically always in uniform. but it’s been extra hot here at HQ ever since rudo’s powers went awry that one time, and it messed up the AC system, so I decided to throw on a tank and you walked in as soon as my hands were up for you to see it,” you say with a shake of your head.
“i planned this for a while, and i got some time to get it done when i had to drop by canvas town after a mission.”
enjin groaned, his reaction practically doing a 360 as he sunk down, laying his head on your thigh.
“you’re so smart and that’s why i’m in so love with you but i can’t help but be jealous you got something done before i did,” he says with a huff.
you let out a snort, and you tug on him, a small signal for him to raise to his feet. “i did this on my own accord, jin. nothing’s stopping you from getting one of your own.”
“ok wait.”
“ENJIN WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
…he decides to get his tattoo of your name right on his bicep so that when he flexes, it shows off his muscles and your name. oh and of course it gives him an excuse for you to cling onto his arm whenever you can.
a/n: enjin brainrot is not for the weak goodbye omg and also idc what anyone says, the cursive tattoos are so cunt, i can deal w/ the consequences when they come
“she proceeds to ask me if i have a girlfriend and i’m like what? no, of course not,” enjin chuckled and put out his cigarette. “and then she brings up you, and well....”
“well what?” you asked. you and enjin have been close friends for a while now and you were practically inseparable. you hung out almost every single day, anything could become a hangout with the two of you. here you were, waiting for news from gris in his car, yapping away. it hadn’t clicked to you that people may have assumed that you guys were an item. you didn’t hate the idea, and you were sure he didn’t either. or at least, you thought he didn’t.
“don’t get me wrong, you’re cute.” you looked away at this, cheeks burning slightly. it took everything in you to play it cool, but your stomach was still in knots. you were too busy silently gushing at his compliment, you almost missed the next part of what he was saying.
“but, i’m not gonna lie…you’re pret-ty clingy. always texting me at the crack of dawn about the most random things. i feel bad for your future boyfriend. poor guy will feel like he’s being suffocated. he’ll ask me and semiu how to politely get rid of you or some shit.” he replied, laughing at his own joke.
you, on the other hand, were not amused. is that really how he thought of you? you thought bothering each other was a mutual, unspoken part of your friendship. the amount of calls you’ve received from him at midnight was concerning. he reach out often as well, but you were the one doing too much? tears prickled in the corners of your eyes as his comment sunk in. this is stupid, you told yourself.
he frowned. your silence was deafening. you watched as the gears shifted in his head before he realizing that he'd upset you.
“wait wait, i’m kidding. you’re not clingy, not at all. if anything, i’m the clingy one here. it’s so bad, i follow you around everywhere and text you in the middle of the night. i beg to go to doctor's appointments with you, the bank even. the only thing exciting about the bank is going with you. and the lollipops. but, it’s pathetic really. i’m kinda like an annoying puppy following you around. feel free to kick me if you want. i’d probably deserve it. i'm messing with you i swear. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to hurt your feelings." he rambled, rubbing his neck awkwardly and averting eye contact with you.
you shook your head quickly. you were stunned. the sting in your eyes was gone, but now, a wave of embarrassment washed over you. “you didn’t. it's fine, you’re fine i—” you sighed. “it’s not a big deal at all, just forget it.”
without a word, enjin placed his hand over yours and squeezed it. your eyes met his, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. your breath caught in your throat, heart practically about to leap out of your chest. his golden eyes searched your own before cupping your cheek with his hand. he grazed your cheek with his thumb gingerly before leaning in.
enjin’s lips were soft and warm. he brushed them to yours, slowly easing you into a kiss. your heart skipped a beat as you kissed him back, eyes fluttering shut. your hands were tangled in his messy blonde hair and he groaned softly as you tugged on it a little. freak.
you pulled away and crawled out of your seat, climbing into his lap to straddle him. he looked at you in surprise and raised an eyebrow at you.
“oh?”
you grasped his shirt and smirked.
“i’m gonna show you what clingy really looks like.”
an act of kindness that led you to a present day, a person you wanted to become.
the drawing I did back when enjin's backstory dropped. enjin fans keep winning, and the story thickens. it touched me so deeply, especially parallels between enjin and alto and rudo and enjin🥹💔
gojo’s fingers are stained with a faint trace of soot and grease, his expensive black silk shirt torn slightly at the shoulder where a stray bullet had grazed him an hour ago. he doesn’t seem to notice or care. he’s sitting on the edge of the polished mahogany desk in his private office, one long leg dangling off the side, watching you pace the floor.
he wears his usual dark sunglasses instead of the heavy blindfold, the bright blue of his eyes visible beneath the rims.
“you’re going to wear a hole in my rug, sweetheart,” he hums, his voice entirely too light for someone who just survived a coordinated ambush by a rival family.
“ou could have died, satoru!” you snap, stopping right in front of him, your hands trembling as you glare up at his smug face. “you took off your vest. you promised me you wouldn’t do something stupid.”
gojo’s smirk softens, the playful, dangerous mask completely dropping from his features. he reaches out, his massive hands catching you by the waist and pulling you firmly between his knees. the heat radiating off his body is sudden and overwhelming. he tilts his head down, his dark glasses sliding down his nose so he can look directly into your eyes with an intense, fierce gravity.
“i took it off because it was slowing me down,” he whispers, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that vibrates straight against your chest. his thumb brushes a stray tear from your cheek with an achingly slow, careful pressure. “the only thing that scares me in this city is the thought of someone getting past me to get to you. i’m the strongest man in the underground, my love. but the second you cry? i feel like i’m losing the whole world.”
a/n: everyone i write are losers in love, how i love simps ;(
the first time your son learned how to walk, you and your husband satoru were over the moon. it was on a random saturday afternoon with you all in your son’s playpen. already a seemingly rare occasion where satoru finally had a break from all of his missions.
at just 6 months, your baby could already crawl and stand up by using objects above to grip onto — satoru argues that the gojo genetics has him so incredibly advanced for his age.
but that wasn’t enough for your son. now at 9 months old, he kept attempting to walk only for his little legs to give up halfway. but you were determined for today to finally be the day.
satoru was sprawled out like a starfish whilst replacing the batteries for your son’s bubble machine. that which you had shoko to thank for — all of your friends collectively made sure that your baby was beyond spoiled than he already is.
you were also sat further away with all of the toys beside you to motivate your son to walk over.
“come on baby! don’t you want teddy back?” you chirp at your son.
he slowly stands up, already making improvement since he wasn’t holding onto anything for the first time. “ma–ma!” he happily claps his tiny hands as he takes two small baby steps.
“that’s it! come to mama!” you encourage him into your arms whilst he’s still deciding if he should try to walk or not. your son has a cute pout and furrow in his eyebrows painting his dedicated face as his wobbly steps grow more steady.
“oh my gosh! satoru, look!” you shake his shoulder repeatedly to face your son who was slowly but surely padding his way over to you both.
“wooow~ look at our little munchkin go!” he cheers on. you pull out your phone to commemorate the special milestone.
“dadadadada” he babbles on until stumbling over a lego block. you and satoru immediately share a look that says ‘do not react’ before he gets back up waddling and continues his string of babbles right into satoru’s arms.
“awww my smart baby! we’re so proud of you! and i think this may call for some mochi ice cream to celebrate if mama allows it…”
“alrighttt.. just this once. our baby deserves it after all.” you say in between peppering your son’s face in kisses.
little did you know how much of an adorable menace your son would grow into once learning how to walk…
fast forward to now at 12 months old, and it feels like your son was placed on earth for the sole purpose of acting as your personal trainer with the way you’re relentlessly chasing after him non-stop.
it’s early in the morning when satoru’s soft snores have once again woken you up — but he’ll always deny it. his arms are wrapped around your waist to cage you in from starting the day way too early.
“toru, let go…” you whisper whilst caressing his hair to gently wake him up.
“mmm.. five more minutes if you love me...” he croaks, reluctantly letting go eventually — but not before whining immediately when you do get up. god, sometimes he acts more like a baby than your actual infant.
when you groggily check the baby monitor on the bedside table, your heart drops. why is your baby not… in his crib? maybe you’re running on a lack of sleep which is causing you to hallucinate? you rub your eyes and focus on the screen again only to be met with the same sight.
at this point your mind is going to the worst of places. what if the gojo clan were right and you weren’t cautious enough and now your baby was made a target?
“hey– hey, what’s the matter sweets?” satoru’s words snap you out of your overthinking. it turns out you were hyperventilating without even realising which was enough to awaken the now worried sleepyhead.
“toru, he’s not in his crib! where the hell could he be?!”
“shh, it’s okay. i can sense his tiny cursed energy still in the home. let’s just get up and look for him, can you do that for me?” he softly kisses your cheek.
“o-okay, yeah. i can do that.” you get out of bed and head to the living room, satoru trailing from behind. you won’t lie and admit that you’re out of breath when you get there. ugh, curse satoru for insisting on spoiling you with a mansion after moving in together!
you scan the empty living room all over “okay so, he’s not here..” you mumble quietly, trying to compose yourself from freaking out.
“let’s not panic, we still have fifty something other rooms to check!”
you shoot him a glare, “that is not helping me right now. what if he accidentally hurt himself? a-and it’s so bad that he can’t even call out for us?!” your voice cracks as tears threaten to spill out. yeah. you were spiralling.
“stay calm sweets. i’ll check the other living room, kay?” he kisses at your pout. you hum defeatedly in response, pacing mindlessly into the kitchen until you suddenly stop in your tracks.
there you saw…your baby? sat on the floor hugging the jar of homemade cookies whilst munching away. crumbs and chocolate chips smear his face and clothes as a sign that he’s been here for a good minute.
“what on earth…” your son just giggles like he understands your confusion. “mama cookie!” he stretches out his grubby hand to show his half–bitten cookie, almost like a peace offering.
“uh, one second baby.. ahem– SATORUUU! come take a look at what your son is up to!” you have to yell knowing he’s somewhere on the other side of the massive house. your son who is completely unfazed by your shouting goes back to joyfully munching on his cookie.
satoru frantically spawns there within seconds, “you found him?” you nod, gesturing him to look down at the sight you just walked into. “oh wow–” he can’t help but burst out laughing, “that’s my son alright!”
you scoop your baby up into your arms and prop him on your waist. he whimpers when you separate him from his beloved cookie jar. “really? you couldn’t tell when he came out with glowing blue eyes?”
“heyyy! i can’t help that my genes are insanely overpowering! but you never know, perhaps our next one will be your carbon copy~” he playfully winks at you.
you roll your eyes, “how smooth of you. seriously though, how did he even end up here and reaching the jar?”
“hmm..” satoru points at the tiny stool, “he must’ve pulled out this stool to get to the jar. and as for how he got here, you must know by now that he’s an ambitious walker.”
“oh trust me i know. gosh, he’s getting way too smart for us. i think we need to lock away the goods before this continues..”
“good idea, i’ll look into investing in a safe. you go back to bed and i’ll sort out a bath for this cookie monster.” he pokes your son’s chubby cheeks which makes him squeak before you hand him over. “after all, he probably developed his newfound sweet tooth from me.”
“probably? oh please– it was most definitely you! my pregnancy cravings were the only time i was consistently having sugar to make my pickles and ice cream combo.”
“hehe– remember when you would wrap the pickles in fruit roll ups” satoru chuckles at the memory. he would taste all of your unique cravings with you as a means of showing his support in any way possible — even if he found it absolutely repulsive.
“of course, that was heavenly.” you sigh dreamily before turning to your son and holding his pudgy hand in yours “and baby, cookies are only allowed for treating good behaviour. if you have too much then you’re going to be sick. we don’t want that now, do we?”
“nooo…” your son shakes his head.
“alright mister, let’s get that bath ready then make some breakfast in bed for mama. you gave her quite the scare wandering off like that, so give her a kiss before we go.” something about satoru in dad mode always leaves your heart skipping a beat, from the very moment he carried your baby in the hospital.
“otay! bye bye mama” he cups your face with his sticky hands and places a sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. “dada turn!”
“well, don’t mind if i do~” he catches you off guard as his lips smoothly connect to yours. you naturally melt into the kiss until a few moments later when your son has had enough and starts pounding at his dad’s chest to stop.
“hey– ow! why’re you hitting papa, hm?”
“no more! all done.” your baby shrieks in a somewhat stern tone, and satoru could’ve sworn that he saw his son’s bright blue eyes narrow at him. you only snort at his silly attempt to protect you.
“alright, let’s not be too mean on daddy. or else who’ll buy your sweets and toys?”
“GASP– is that all you think i’m good for?”
“yes.” you immediately deadpan, your baby watches you nod and copies. “yesh.”
“oh god– i never thought i’d see the day where the love of my life and my spawn are both turning against me! i– i can’t take it!” he clutches at his shirt dramatically making you and your baby giggle.
“hey! don’t call our precious son a spawn!” you lightly slap his shoulder, of course your baby follows and shoves him too. “you sound like the higher ups..” you pettily grumble under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.
“eugh– you’re right. sorry mochi, but let’s go take that bath. something seriously stinks now–” satoru grimaces, giving one last kiss to your forehead before you go back to bed for a nap whilst he cleans your baby up.
you may joke with him all the time but one thing for certain is that he’s always been an amazing husband and father. ≧◡≦
notes: i luv reading dad jjk men so writing this was soso fun, don’t be shy to req more guys, technically gojo could have teleported to the baby but i wanted to long things out 🥰, but yeah i didn’t know how to end it so hope this was okay
★ — your husband satoru doesn’t leave the apartment without his goodbye kisses and “i love you’s.”
“i’m heading out, babe!” satoru called, tying his blindfold by the door.
“okay, bye! i love you and be safe!” you shouted from the kitchen, your attention focused on washing the dishes.
satoru pouted. where was his goodbye kiss? did you not love him anymore?
just as you thought he had left..
“what the—‘toru!” you yelped as he gently turned your back toward the sink.
“i’ve been waiting for my kiss. you’re being cruel, y’know? i’m wounded,” he huffed dramatically.
“you’re so dramatic,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully.
as your eyes locked, your expression softened into something warm and fond. one of your hands found its way to the back of his head to untie his blindfold, while the other stroked his undercut.
when the blindfold fell off, you swore you saw little heart shapes sparkling in his bright cerulean eyes. you smirked.
“are you going to kiss me or n—mmph!” satoru pressed playful kisses all over your face, giggling.
“much better,” he murmured, laughing as he pulled you close.
★ — your husband satoru, who, at all times, will prioritize you more than anything.
satoru’s ringtone echoed across the room. he pulled his phone from his pocket—it was you, his dear wife, calling.
“hey, sweets! no, i’m not very busy right now. yes, i’ll pick up your order from the boutique on the way home. mhm. mhhmmm. okay, i love you sooo much!”
as satoru ended the call, he was bombarded with complaints and mutters of disapproval.
“gojo! it is utterly disrespectful and unprofessional to answer a personal call in the middle of an important meeting!” one of the higher-ups angrily exclaimed.
satoru’s eyes narrowed. “when my wife calls, i answer. this meeting is just as stupid as your lack of competence.”
the room went silent. satoru clicked his teeth and sighed in annoyance. the chair screeched loudly as he stood and walked out of the room.
what a pain.
★ — your husband satoru has his shortcomings, but always makes up for them ten times better than you could ever expect.
“how could you forget our first anniversary date?” you snapped, frustration tightening your voice as tears threatened to fall. “i sat here and waited for three hours—you never showed up!”
“sweets, i swear i didn’t mean to forget. i got caught up in a string of curses and lost track of time—” satoru began, his voice strained and pleading.
you cut him off. “satoru, listen.” ouch, no ‘toru? “i understand that your work is dangerous, and i’m not trying to be unreasonable. but seriously, our anniversary? you know how important that is to me!” you choked back a sob.
silence hung in the air, heavy and uncomfortable.
“sweets.. i’m so—”
“just..” your voice trembled. “get some rest. you’re probably tired. goodnight.”
you walked off, going straight to your shared bedroom and slammed the door shut.
the next morning, sunlight greeted you—and so did a large bouquet of your favorite flowers resting on your bedside table.
you couldn’t help but smile, though guilt tugged at your chest. you knew your husband hadn’t meant to forget; he just lost track of time. still, your point stood.
tucked beneath the bouquet was a small greeting card addressed to you.
to my one and only,
first of all… i’m reaaalllllyyyy sorry for missing our date. i never meant to hurt you or make you feel upset :-(
but i’ve got a little plan tonight to make it up to you!! hehehe ~
i tucked my card somewhere in your bouquet. treat yourself and spend as much as you like. wear that dress that’s hanging in your closet later, yeah? i’ll be there to pick you up at 7.
i love you soooo much, more than words can say!!!! can’t wait to see you tonight.
love,
your good looking husband
..of course....
for one, you should have expected something like this to happen. and two, either way, you couldn’t resist your husband.
you made sure to put his card to good use and pampered yourself a little… well, maybe more than a little.
by the time satoru picked you up, he was completely blown away—you looked absolutely breathtaking.
“cat got your tongue?” you murmured with a quiet chuckle, a contented sigh slipping past your lips. your husband gave you a sheepish look before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“shall we?”
★ — your husband satoru keeps your photo in his wallet, phone case, and even as his lockscreen.
so when some girl tries to flirt with him, he doesn’t even hesitate.
a girl walks up to him, twirling her hair and raising her skirt to show off her legs. “hey there pretty boy,” she croons, “mind if i get your number and see where this goes?”
satoru masks his irritation with smug grin and taps his screen. and to think he hasn’t looked up to her one bit..
“see that?” he says, holding it up just enough for her to see. “that’s my wife. she’s beautiful, ain’t she?”
★ — your husband satoru, who knows every part of you inside and out.
you groaned for the 10th time in the past 20 minutes (yes, he was counting), clearly overwhelmed by the mountain of tasks you have to finish by tomorrow.
suddenly, your husband appeared behind you, silently creeping up on your back. you flinched at his touch.
“rough day, huh?” he murmured, resting his warm hands on your shoulders. you could only nod in response.
“you should take a nap first, sweets.” he said, concern showing in his tone.
“i really, really want to, but i can’t. i have so much to do and i don’t know where to start.” you muttered, rubbing your eyes and letting out a tired sigh.
exactly seven minutes later, the rich aroma of coffee began to spread across the room. your husband returned with two cups in his hands—one lukewarm with exactly two sugar cubes, just the way you like it.
★ — your husband satoru, who, whenever he’s away on overseas missions, sends you pictures and videos of cute things that reminded him of you.
🔔 ‘toru 💍 sent you 5 messages!
💬 [sent a video.]
💬 this rabbit made me think of you, sweetheart. your nose twitches the same way when you fall asleep
💬 i really miss sleeping beside you
💬 i miss you
💬 i love you
★ — your husband satoru would rather carry 10 grocery bags than let you lift one.
“are you sure you can carry all of those?” you chortle, watching your cocky husband struggle (but don’t tell him that) with both his hands full.
“you have little faith in me, don’t cha? i’m hurt, sweets. i’m the strongest, remember?”
★ — your husband satoru, once saw you carrying a baby and instantly got baby fever. it hasn’t left him ever since.
you and satoru attended your family gathering. the first time you stepped into your family home in a while, the familiar atmosphere welcomed you like a warm embrace. still feels like home, you thought, a smile tugging at your lips.
your family greeted you with open arms, and satoru was no exception. ever since you brought him home, his effortless charm had already won them over.
“honey, we’re so glad you’re both here!” your mom exclaimed, hugging both you and satoru tightly.
“eh… it’s about time we did. satoru’s already missed your cooking, ma,” you said, pulling back slightly and intertwining your fingers with your husband.
“she’s not wrong,” satoru grinned, flashing his signature pearly whites before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
half an hour later, some of your cousins arrived. satoru excused himself to the kitchen to grab more food and drinks. after exchanging greetings, your sister approached you.
“(name), do you mind holding your niece for a moment? i just need to pee and settle our things,” your sister said, smiling apologetically while bouncing the baby gently in her arms.
“not at all!” you replied, your lips stretching into a warm smile as the baby was handed to you.
“hi, baby! it’s auntie! did you miss me, huh?” you giggled, blowing gentle raspberries on her belly. the baby erupted into bright laughter.
by the time satoru returned, it was as if the world around him had paused.
you, his beloved wife, were holding and playing with a baby so naturally it looked like you’d been born to do this.
sure, he always knew you were good with kids, but this? this warm feeling in his chest made his knees feel weak—he almost melted right then and there. thankfully, your mother’s approving smile kept him grounded.
“maybe it’s time to talk about having kids, eh?” your mother teased, chuckling as she moved to join the other guests.
you both exchanged a look. yeah… there was definitely some “talking” to do.
★ — your husband satoru will always find his way back to you.
satoru unlocked the door to your apartment. finally, he thought. he was exhausted from missions and training students all day long. all he wanted right now was to fall asleep beside his wife.
“i’m home!” he called, kicking off his shoes by the door. no answer.
“sweets?” he added, concern evident in his voice.
he went straight to the living room and found you curled up on the couch, sleeping peacefully. the television hummed softly, a cheesy rom-com still playing—the one you probably put on just to pass the time.
a small smile tugged at satoru’s lips. you waited for me, he thought.
“you really are stubborn, huh?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
after all, he had promised to always return home to you, safe and sound.
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