꒰impatient꒱ husband!nanami almost missed his son's birth
꩜ angst to fluff; comfort. art by @/mamitasoa7x0312
Nanami's heart beat louder than it ever had as he drove to you.
Ignoring every traffic light and speed limit. This wasn't like him, but he could feel bad about it later. Right now, there was only thing he had to do – get to you.
As fast as he fucking could.
Were you scared? Were you in pain?
Of course you were in pain.
And he wasn't there.
His foot slammed the accelerator again, the hospital building finally coming into view up ahead.
It wasn't meant to happen this early, he was caught off guard at work – but as soon as your anxious voice reached him from the phone and tried to explain that your water had broke, he left the office without a word. Later he'd notice the missed calls from his boss, but again – he didn't care.
Everything was out the window the minute you needed him.
You were in pain. You were having his baby.
What was supposed to be a joyous moment shared by the two of you, now meant nothing but fear from both sides.
Another traffic light ignored, but it was finally the last one.
The nurse must have thought he was losing his mind when he reached the front desk, giving her your name through ragged breaths. "Mr. Nanami?" she tried to confirm, and he only managed an exhausted nod.
His hair was a mess, tie undone, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. But when the nurse finally showed him the way, Nanami followed close, almost overtaking her as if this was a race.
And finally, the sterile hospital corridor led to a door, and the door led to you.
Looking as sweaty as he was, holding your swollen belly with two hands, face twisting in pain.
But when you saw him, something visibly changed – your breathing hitched, your shoulders dropped, and the pain gave way to a smile. One the two of you desperately needed.
"Ken?" you whispered, tears already slipping through your beautiful cheeks.
"I'm here" he rushed to your side, sitting next to your bed and placing both hands on top of yours. On your stomach, near your son. "I am so sorry, my love" he took one to kiss your knuckles, the other gently rubbing your skin, small circles he hoped might settle the two of you.
"I'm so happy you're here" you cried, interlocking your fingers with his, the golden wedding band glistening in the cold overhead light.
"What did the doctors say? Do you need anything? Water? How bad is the pain? Is he ok?" Nanami wasn't even sure what he was saying, just going through the practicals first. As if you knew it was the only way to help him relax, you let out a soft giggle.
"Everything is fine" you reassured, looking down at your stomach and the person you had been waiting months to meet.
Nanami followed your gaze, taking his eyes from you for the first time. He brought his body forwards a little, leaning over to press a kiss just above your belly button. "Already impatient, just like your mother" he shook his head, finally allowing himself to relax.
"I'm not sure about that" you smiled. "Looks like he was ready and didn't want to do overtime, like someone I know"
Nanami looked up at you then, letting out a small chuckle himself. He pushed up, cupping your cheek gently. "He's perfect" he said, with a kiss to your forehead. "So I'm sure he takes after you"
In your husband's embrace, you finally began to breathe a little easier. The pain was coming and going, getting more intense with every contraction, but Nanami was right there holding your hand, rubbing your back, instructing you through breathing exercises.
His brows furrowed when you groaned, wishing he could take all the pain from you and give to himself. But he didn't let you see him so worried – Nanami was completely focused on you.
"You're doing so well" he kissed your shoulder when it hurt too much. "I love you" he whispered, as you almost broke his hand with how hard you squeezed it.
Nanami didn't care about anything else in the world right now, just his two favourite people. The one in his arms, and the one he was about to meet.
so today is officially this blog’s one year anniversary and ive just reached a milestone too <3 tysm to everyone here this space is so sooo special to me!
also im very curious if you’ve read any of my series, which one you like more/would like more works in that genre?? i have so many ideas but i love hearing what you guys want more of too!
fave series/genre? ૮( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)ა
silver springs
high tides
demonoid phenomenon
white winter hymnal
runaway
feathers and lace
Remaining time: 3 days 17 hours
update wise the next should be the suguru angst oneshot ive been working on for a while, followed by either runaway chapter 4 or high tides chapter 8 (depending on what i feel more inspired for). there’s also a nanami drabble in my drafts but we’ll see, i might end up turning it into a oneshot instead.
꒰impatient꒱ husband!nanami almost missed his son's birth
꩜ angst to fluff; comfort. art by @/mamitasoa7x0312
Nanami's heart beat louder than it ever had as he drove to you.
Ignoring every traffic light and speed limit. This wasn't like him, but he could feel bad about it later. Right now, there was only thing he had to do – get to you.
As fast as he fucking could.
Were you scared? Were you in pain?
Of course you were in pain.
And he wasn't there.
His foot slammed the accelerator again, the hospital building finally coming into view up ahead.
It wasn't meant to happen this early, he was caught off guard at work – but as soon as your anxious voice reached him from the phone and tried to explain that your water had broke, he left the office without a word. Later he'd notice the missed calls from his boss, but again – he didn't care.
Everything was out the window the minute you needed him.
You were in pain. You were having his baby.
What was supposed to be a joyous moment shared by the two of you, now meant nothing but fear from both sides.
Another traffic light ignored, but it was finally the last one.
The nurse must have thought he was losing his mind when he reached the front desk, giving her your name through ragged breaths. "Mr. Nanami?" she tried to confirm, and he only managed an exhausted nod.
His hair was a mess, tie undone, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. But when the nurse finally showed him the way, Nanami followed close, almost overtaking her as if this was a race.
And finally, the sterile hospital corridor led to a door, and the door led to you.
Looking as sweaty as he was, holding your swollen belly with two hands, face twisting in pain.
But when you saw him, something visibly changed – your breathing hitched, your shoulders dropped, and the pain gave way to a smile. One the two of you desperately needed.
"Ken?" you whispered, tears already slipping through your beautiful cheeks.
"I'm here" he rushed to your side, sitting next to your bed and placing both hands on top of yours. On your stomach, near your son. "I am so sorry, my love" he took one to kiss your knuckles, the other gently rubbing your skin, small circles he hoped might settle the two of you.
"I'm so happy you're here" you cried, interlocking your fingers with his, the golden wedding band glistening in the cold overhead light.
"What did the doctors say? Do you need anything? Water? How bad is the pain? Is he ok?" Nanami wasn't even sure what he was saying, just going through the practicals first. As if you knew it was the only way to help him relax, you let out a soft giggle.
"Everything is fine" you reassured, looking down at your stomach and the person you had been waiting months to meet.
Nanami followed your gaze, taking his eyes from you for the first time. He brought his body forwards a little, leaning over to press a kiss just above your belly button. "Already impatient, just like your mother" he shook his head, finally allowing himself to relax.
"I'm not sure about that" you smiled. "Looks like he was ready and didn't want to do overtime, like someone I know"
Nanami looked up at you then, letting out a small chuckle himself. He pushed up, cupping your cheek gently. "He's perfect" he said, with a kiss to your forehead. "So I'm sure he takes after you"
In your husband's embrace, you finally began to breathe a little easier. The pain was coming and going, getting more intense with every contraction, but Nanami was right there holding your hand, rubbing your back, instructing you through breathing exercises.
His brows furrowed when you groaned, wishing he could take all the pain from you and give to himself. But he didn't let you see him so worried – Nanami was completely focused on you.
"You're doing so well" he kissed your shoulder when it hurt too much. "I love you" he whispered, as you almost broke his hand with how hard you squeezed it.
Nanami didn't care about anything else in the world right now, just his two favourite people. The one in his arms, and the one he was about to meet.
꒰brush꒱ bf!suguru helps you through a panic attack
꩜ cw: mental health struggles. hurt/comfort
꩜ requested by @plaguecxlt i hope you enjoy angel <3
"Just focus on me, can you do that?" your boyfriend Suguru asks, tone kind and reassuring despite the fact you feel like a mess right now.
He has never seen you cry like this before.
Crouched on the bathroom floor, holding on to yourself like you’ll fall apart if you don’t.
Just a hopeless, endless stream of tears streaking down your beautiful cheeks; your breath running away from you while you desperately try to catch up.
Suguru rushed in as soon as he heard. Kneeled right next to you on the cold tiles, calling out your name – a sound too far away to reach you right now, but he doesn’t stop trying.
Your hands are shaking, even though he has them safe between his. Squeezing your palms together gently, trying to ground you though all you can feel is how fast your heart is beating inside your chest.
"Baby" he calls again. "Just look at me, please?"
Despite the shame, and everything in you urging you to leave, you do as he asked.
Blink up to see his fox like eyes watching you, taking in the distress in your expression with his brows just a little furrowed – the only sign of worry he lets show in his serene face.
You always think Suguru is so good at keeping his composure, but in reality, your boyfriend is just great at pretending. He doesn't want to add you feeling bad for him to the pile of feelings you were already struggling through.
No, he held steady for you – but it was hard. Because every inch of his heart hurt seeing you hurt.
You shouldn't even know what it was like to hurt like this.
"There you are" Suguru exhales in relief, dragging a thumb under your eye before leaning forwards to kiss the tears away. "You're alright"
He pulls you into a hug then, letting your head fall to the crook of his neck. Almost on instinct you bring your hands around his back, clinging on to him in a way you had never clung to anyone before.
Suguru hums into your embrace, brushing your hair slowly, over and over, so soft and tender and intimate – like when he lets you brush his long strands.
Somehow it means more than words.
But he still speaks too, giving you another thing to hold on to. It's easy to let your head get swallowed by the dark thoughts, he knows that better than anyone.
So he'd rather you focus on his voice instead.
"Can you feel my hand here?" Suguru asks, still brushing your hair as his other hand lowers down to your ankle, rubbing tiny circles.
You nod.
"Good" his hand brushes your skin softly, just a ghost of a touch really, as it slides up your shins to just above your knee. "And here?"
You nod again, sinking into him just a little more.
"You're doing really well" he mutters. His touch moves up again; the outside of your thighs, lingering on your hip, letting the tips of his fingers sink a little more there. "Still with me?"
You nod again. Slowly Suguru helps you back into your body, and suddenly you start feeling more real.
You hate that he knows how to help, and you make a mental note to ask him about his own experiences later.
But right now, Suguru is completely focused on you.
His large palm splays on your lower back, letting you feel the heat of him against your skin. And then he moves up again.
"I got you" he whispers. "Can you try to breathe a little deeper?"
You focus on where his hand is, just above your ribs, inhaling deep as if you're trying to push it away. Smiling when he only holds you closer.
"That's it" he praises, hand moving up your back, stopping to squeeze your tense shlulders, before it meets the other one on your hair.
Suguru cups both your cheeks then, pulling you from him just to have a proper look at you. You're not crying anymore, good. Breathing steadily now too.
Good.
He smiles kindly, tucking your strands behind your ears.
"You don't have to tell me" he kisses the top of your head. "But if you want to, I'll listen"
You feel tears start to fall again, but for a completely different reason this time.
been working on some lengthy angst pieces lately so had to balance it out with some comfort. sending you so much love if you can relate to this <3
❅ summary refusing to cancel your romantic skii trip after your boyfriend broke up with you just days before the holidays, you decide to go to the remote lodge by yourself. luckily, or unluckily for you, you seem to have caught the attention of another infuriatingly handsome tourist
❅ content mdni!, real world au, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, pining, slow burn kinda, yearning, angst, eventual smut, cozy holiday vibes, lowkey bitter reader lol, reader is going through a break up, hurt and comfort
❅ a/n a cozy little holiday mini series! also you guys i've never been skiing lol but this is my little wholesome white winter fantasy and i hope you enjoy!
Hell, he didn't see himself as a husband, either – yet here he was. He wasn't some romantic guy, knew no one would ever describe him as husband material; which was made very obvious by everyone's reactions to your engagement.
Shock didn't even begin to cut it. Most people looked at you terrified, or concerned, pretending to be happy for the couple only because Sukuna's scowl scared them enough to keep their real thoughts concealed.
No one saw him as a good fit for you – but you did.
You, his favourite person in the whole world, now his wife.
And that decision had been easy, too. All he knew was you were the only person he ever wanted to be close to, and he'd rather set the whole world on fire if he couldn't spend the rest of his life with you. So he got down on one knee, holding out the diamond he noticed you looking at inside some expensive jewellery shop you walked past, and to his complete surprise, you actually said yes.
Sukuna wasn't some knight in shining armour girls fantasised about, but you were still here. By his side every morning and every night, sharing your meals with him, sharing your days with him, sharing your life with him.
It was more than he ever thought he deserved.
But now… you looked a little tentative. Hands trembling slightly as you grasped something, he wasn't sure what, but it was a big deal enough to have you looking at him like you were scared. He hated that. You should never be scared around him.
"What is it?" he asked, taking a step towards you. His tone was gruffer than he intended, but he couldn't help the small bit of anxiety brewing in his chest. His love was distressed by something, and someone was going to fucking pay for that.
You didn't really say anything, just slowly moving your hands to showcase what you were looking at. Some sort of test strip, long and white, and right in the middle of it – two little lines.
Two little lines?
He scrunched his nose, taking it in his hands with more tenderness than he'd ever show most people. His crimson eyes went from the test, to your worried face, then back to the test. You were restless, shifting on your feet, and Sukuna could feel his heart beating faster despite his mind struggling to make the connection.
He felt like an idiot when he finally realised.
"You're–" he rasped out, catching himself halfway through. He threw the test far away, taking your cheeks in his hands now, pulling you close. "You're pregnant?" he asked, enjoying those words more than he thought he would.
And you nodded, little tears shining in your pretty eyes. "Yeah" you said, and the way your lips started to smile told him everything he needed to know.
You were happy. What you had been worried about was his reaction.
As if there was ever a world where he wouldn't be glad to share this happiness with you.
"You're pregnant" Sukuna repeated with an exhale, allowing himself to let out a small, surprised chuckle. It's not like it was that surprising a concept – most nights he'd talk about stuffing you full, some kind of need that was always on his mind when he was inside you; picturing you round because of him and everyone knowing it was his.
Yeah, he wanted it, but you both had been very careful for it to not happen as a surprise. Only when you were both ready.
Life sure had a way of throwing curveballs his way. Sukuna felt it when he first met you, and he felt it again today.
And right now he was the one surprising you – because Sukuna was smiling. A genuine, beaming, wide smile that stretched from his lips to his eyes and his whole body when he lowered his arms to pull you in gently. "You're pregnant" he repeated again, like a broken record, but it was all he could think about as he brought his lips to yours.
Sukuna kissed you like you were the most important person in his world, because you were. You were both smiling, clashing teeth and chuckling into it, far too many emotions for words right now.
"You're not mad?" you asked when you finally pulled away, and he hated to hear those words leave your lips.
"Mad?" he repeated, pressing another kiss to your lips. "The only time I've been happier was when you were crazy enough to agree to marry me"
You swallowed thickly, emotions lodged in your throat. "Yeah?" you blinked at your handsome husband, all gruff and intimidating and desperately in love with you.
"I'll take care of you" he promised. And then, to your surprise, Sukuna got on his knees for the second time in his life. Both of them for you, he realised.
His hands closed around your middle, already imagining the small person that would form in there. Who would they be? Would they inherit his crimson eyes – or would they look like you?
Sukuna hoped they'd look like you.
Being a father terrified him beyond belief, but with you as a mother, he had no doubt the kid would turn out just fine.
You were the one person he always wanted to be near, after all.
higuruma hiromi
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baby!gumi hitting dad!toji because of his snoring ʚɞ | @starspenxcie
toji is your regular customer at the strip club nsfw | @lilikoiyu
babydaddy!toji fucking you in a mating press nsfw | @frostedpinkdoll
streamer!toji “forgets” to end stream and fucks his girl live on cam nsfw | @an9els deleted
satoru and suguru are losing their minds nsfw | @gojosconsort
this post is a WIP and usually updated/edited, feel free to message me if you would like me to remove or edit anything ⟡ ݁ . ⊹
characters: satoru gojo; suguru geto; choso kamo
synopsis: ovulation week is here, and you’ve been accosted by unprecedented baby fever. your flatmates satoru and suguru are doing their best to navigate your hormonal apocalypse, but some are definitely enjoying it more than others
content: pure fluff, crack, domestic chaos, jealousy, protectiveness, hormones got the better of reader, flirty flatmates hehe
wc: 1.2k
a/n: saw the cutest baby ever today
It started innocently enough.
One day you woke up with more energy than usual, the world seeming a much better place than it had been just the night before. You were on a high – life was beautiful, you felt beautiful, and for some reason your flatmates were also...beautiful.
It's not like you hadn't noticed before, of course. Satoru and Suguru were, by every definition, handsome men. But there was... something about them now. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on; but every little touch, every little interaction had you blushing from your cheeks to the tips of your ears.
Suguru already suspected something was different. Amiss. Peculiar, even, about the way your pupils seemed to dilate every time he asked what you wanted for dinner. Or every time Satoru made you laugh, which was a little too often for his liking anyway.
And then, when you were all out running errands and you saw a baby on a stroller, it was all over. Cute little tiny human in a too big bear onesie.
It was all you could think about these days.
That's when Suguru started to worry.
Now you were lounging on the sofa with the two of them, half watching some rom com that Satoru kept interrupting with unecessary commentary. Snacks are being passed around, the laughter contagious, the energy both chaotic and domestic in the best way possible.
Then Satoru hands you some popcorn, an innocent gesture not unlike the other times you sat down for flat movie night. But tonight, your eyes flicked up at your white haired friend, resting your head on the back of the couch and looking at him in a way he hadn’t quite seen from you before. “You’d be such a good dad” you whisper, cheeks flushing as you watch the way his mouth turns into an “oh?” and then into a wide cheese eating grin. You’ve lived together for ages, been friends for even longer, but something about how he’s looking at you right now is just so…enticing.
Suguru narrows his eyes on the other side of the couch, watching the prolonged eye contact between his two best friends. And then Satoru leans a little too close. “Would you like to find out?” he teases, and that’s Suguru’s cue to slap his hands on his lap and cough loudly.
“That’s it” he announces. “Whats happening to you this week?” he asks you, making you turn to him with a puzzled expression.
“What do you mean?” you ask, cocking your head to the side and looking at him through long eyelashes. Suguru is frowning, an adorable line forming between his brows, his plump lips pressing together in a way that further exaggerates his stunning bone structure.
Was he always this hot too?
Suguru exhales, noticing the way you were staring. “You cried when you saw a baby earlier” he explained, like it was obvious. “And you got all red when you saw me fixing the cabinet handle”
Your cheeks flushed again. “You’re so good with your hands…” you mumbled out, recalling the memory like hypnotised.
Satoru chuckled at his friends frown. “You have been a little weird, princess” he agrees, clearly enjoying your dazed expression.
You pout, thinking about their words. Thinking about the sudden burst of energy, their sudden attractiveness, the almost primal need to hold a baby. Then it clicked. “Ah” you said, a little embarrassed. “It’s ovulation week”
Suguru sighed, like he had expected it, but Satoru’s smile only grew wider. “Who are we to deny nature?” he says with a hand to his heart, leaning in dramatically before Suguru wrapped two arms across your middle and pulled you away.
“Stay away from her” he growled, and you chuckled in his arms at your flatmates sudden posessiveness.
“It’s biology, Suguru” Satoru argues.
“You’re not having a baby with her” his grip tightens.
But the word baby alone was enough to shift you into a hazy dreamlike state. “A baby…” you mumble, “chubby cheeks…little feet…” you keep repeating, and Suguru shakes your shoulders to snap you out of it.
“Go to your room” Suguru declared, “it’s not safe” he completed, eyes narrowing at his best friend.
The next few days are a testament to Suguru’s patience and self control. He’d catch you watching him making dinner, head in your hand as he stirred pasta and you watched like he was a michelin star chef. “You’re so capable…” you mumbled, dreamy.
He tried his best to hide the redness in his cheeks.
Later that night, Satoru arrived home all sweaty from the gym, workout gear clinging wetly to his defined muscles. You immediately dropped your pen, looking at him with heart eyes while Suguru muttered a silent “oh no”
“Such good genes…” you mused, twirling your hair.
And Satoru, ever the smug idiot, flexed his muscles at you. “You mean these, baby?” he grinned, giving you a show before his best friend dragged him away by the collar.
“Stop enabling her” Suguru complained once you were out of earshot, hands on his hips, staring accusatorially at his best friend.
Satoru hummed, closing his eyes and nodding his head. “It’s nature, Suguru” he said like it was obvious.
Suguru scowled at him. “It’s hormones”
“Same thing” the other shrugged.
His patience was at it’s limit. “She’ll be back to normal in two days, and you’ll look like an idiot” he argued, appealing to the other man’s ego instead.
But Gojo did not relent, if anything, he doubled down. “You’re just jealous she wants a baby with me and not you” he accused, crossing his arms.
Suguru scoffed hard at that. “She wants a baby with me” he muttered, looking to the side.
“Ohhh?” Satoru teased, leaning forward to force his best friends eyes to meet his. “I don’t see her looking at you like you're a natural marvel, Sugu” he taunted.
“She does” Suguru pouted. “Earlier, I was making pasta and…”
“Ooo pasta” Satoru mocked. “Yesterday she said my dna could revamp her bloodline”
Suguru froze.
“…She did?”
“Mmh” Satoru nodded, “now excuse me, I-“
Their arguing was interrupted by an unexpected knock on the door, but once they had turned the corner it was already too late – you stood on the threshold, frozen, in front of the new neighbour Choso.
Who was carrying his baby brother in his arm.
“Hey” the emo was saying, readjusting the little kid against his tight black top that highlighted every curve of his broad chest, only making your cheeks redder. “I was wondering if I could borrow some, uh, sugar?” he asked, with that raspy deep voice that had your eyes windening like you were getting ready to jump him at any second.
You looked at him like he was a miracle. “You’re baking?” you swooned, leaning against the door frame.
“Yeah” Choso smiled. “Yuuji wanted cookies, so”
A tiny aahh escaped your lips.
“Close the door, Suguru” Satoru grimaced, and the other obeyed far too quick.
The last thing you saw before being lifted off your feet was Choso’s confused expression. “We’re locking you in your room for the rest of the week” Satoru announced, throwing you over his shoulder, as Suguru triple locked the door.
so today is officially this blog’s one year anniversary and ive just reached a milestone too <3 tysm to everyone here this space is so sooo special to me!
also im very curious if you’ve read any of my series, which one you like more/would like more works in that genre?? i have so many ideas but i love hearing what you guys want more of too!
fave series/genre? ૮( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)ა
silver springs
high tides
demonoid phenomenon
white winter hymnal
runaway
feathers and lace
Remaining time: 3 days 17 hours
update wise the next should be the suguru angst oneshot ive been working on for a while, followed by either runaway chapter 4 or high tides chapter 8 (depending on what i feel more inspired for). there’s also a nanami drabble in my drafts but we’ll see, i might end up turning it into a oneshot instead.
pairing lord!satoru gojo x f!reader x lord!suguru geto
synopsis in a world that places your "duties" as a woman above your own agency and desires, the only possible solution you saw to escape an arranged marriage to satoru gojo was running away. perhaps on the journey you would find someone who shared more of your values and ambitions, or perhaps you might learn more about the man you rejected so rashly
content mdni!, historical au, brontë inspired, falling in love, very flirty suguru lol, mystery and horror elements, mentions of death, slow burn, arranged marriage, angst, fluff, eventual smut, multiple endings, complicated relationships, hurt and comfort, heavy pining
dividers by @enchanthings & art by @/ogata69
series masterlist ⏾ << previous chapter | next chapter >>
chapter three: under stars
wc: 4k
You shouldn't feel so nervous.
Surely Suguru had invited you to the trip as a formality. A peace offer, almost. A way to make you feel more welcome, after his sisters did everything in their power for you to feel the opposite.
Who knew young girls could be so aggravating.
You feared their judgemental looks and snarky remarks would have been the thing keeping you up at night, but… no. Right now, laying in the comfortable silken bedsheets of the Geto estate, those two were the last thing on your mind.
It was someone else that had a hold over your thoughts.
You rolled around and around and around but you still couldn't shake the images away.
Suguru's long strands, and how they had tickled your skin when you stood so close.
The way those fox like eyes of his looked into yours like they knew everything about you already. Every secret, every hidden desire, all plain for him to see.
The curve of his bicep when he offered you his arm…
Your mind went to places you didn't trust that night. Unladylike places.
Was it so wrong to imagine how his touch felt? How his tongue tasted? How his lips felt against your own, and your neck, and your–
No.
That was far too much.
Cursing at your own indecency, you decided getting up for a late night stroll would be the best thing to do. Focus your mind on something else. Explore the real world, instead of your inner one.
Plus, this was a kind of independence you weren't used to – in your normal life, your family would have scolded and punished you for wandering the halls in the dark.
But as Suguru's guest, you had all the freedom you craved.
It thrilled you a little to take advantage of that.
Would this newfound liberty be short lived? Were people out trying to find you already? Was it only a matter of time, before this new life was ripped from you?
And would Suguru protect you if it came to that?
You weren't quite sure.
The moonlight reflected on the silk as you covered yourself in the thin robe – another present from Suguru. Did he treat all his guests with such kindness?
The lavish material matched the walls and your blue bedsheets, almost making it feel like you just belonged in this environment of the Geto estate. Like you fit right in.
Your feet stepped closer to the wall, the wooden floors cold against your bare feet. Turning the doorknob as gently as you could, you finally stepped out into the long corridor.
It almost seemed endless at this hour. Unnervingly so.
You kept a hand on the wall to your right to steady yourself, your gown flowing far behind you with the midnight air, as you continued your midnight exploration.
You wished you had at least brought a candle with you, something to light the way. Although you didn't want to risk bringing attention to yourself – the worst thing that could happen was waking up one of the girls, and having to hear their condescending scolding about sneaking around their home.
Well, it was your home for the time being, too. You probably should explore.
Suguru had made sure you felt nothing but comfortable, but right now, you couldn't help but consider the things you didn't know.
The whole place was a mystery, now that you thought about it.
A dim light shone from under the door frame in the furthermost room, catching your attention. Was this Suguru's room?
Why was he still awake at this hour?
You moved even more slowly now, careful with the sound of your footsteps. If Suguru was to discover you again, he might just think running away was a habit of yours.
Not that it would be so bad, you smirked at the prospect; and the memory of him standing tall on horseback with the moon shining just behind.
Your ethereal saviour, sent from above to rescue you.
Part of you did want him to open that door, tease you, offer you company and tea again. But this was all fantasy, of course. You didn't want to risk offending him – such a thoughtful man would have surely assumed the bed wasn't to your standards.
So you tiptoed along as lightly as you could, all the way down the long staircase that led to the grand entrance.
It was odd for such an estate to not have many servants. From what you had heard, the Geto's were wealthy, and used to have quite the reputation back in the day.
What could have happened to turn such a man into a recluse?
Your mind tried to fill in the gaps as you walked among the tall ceilings and lavish statues decorating the path. All expensive and imposing, but looking somewhat… abandoned.
Cold, even.
Finally, you found somewhere you were keen to explore. The study – with all those books and portraits that were surely to help you piece together the story about this family.
The door was heavy when you pushed it, and you only managed to open a small gap before the sound got too loud. You fit through just about, carefully pulling the fabric of your gown up as to not risk ripping Suguru's present.
In the moonlight, the study was like out of a dream.
The tall windows meant you could see the reflection of the stars shining through them, illuminating colourful spines and paintings on the walls. Growing up, you would have given everything to live somewhere like this.
You wandered around, unsure of where to begin, until something finally caught your attention – a shelf of still images, framed as if they were paintings, but much smaller.
This recent invention was being called a photograph as you knew, and the Geto family must really have a lot of money to own that many.
Even considering your own status, you had only posed for one once or twice.
The Geto's, on the other hand, had a whole shelf dedicated to them – scenes from childhood; posing by the water, the two girls you taught looking much smaller next to their brother.
A young Suguru, just as handsome as the one you knew today, but with a jovial charm about him.
There was something else you also noticed – a smile much brighter than what you had seen from him in present day.
The young lad from these photographs didn't look like this recluse man at all.
Your eyes scanned through each one, unable to help the smile at such picturesque scenes of every day life.
In one, Suguru posed with two adults who looked just like him. His parents, perhaps. You suspected they were long gone, considering there wasn't ever a mention of them.
And then, another image – a young Suguru, smiling a wide smile, next to a white haired man you thought you recognised, and a lady of around the same age in the middle.
You squinted, leaning forwards, but it was hard to see in the dark.
Were they his friends? Cousins?
You could have sworn that man looked familiar.
Before you could inspect it any longer, a noise from the upstairs startled you. You lept backwards, hand reaching for your hammering heart, and tried to steady your breathing.
Was someone coming?
Were you found?
Why did everything about this place make you feel so bizarrely exposed?
Your head spun with assumptions, and you quieted them all with the reassurance that this was just unfounded fears, brought about by the dark hour. Whatever that noise was, it was far too late to be deciphering your landlord's past.
And this house had started to feel cold, the empty halls somehow larger.
You held your breath, waiting. Anticipating being found out again. But no one came.
Even when you put your head through the tight door opening, nothing was there.
Nothing but empty darkness.
Were there ghosts wandering around too?
Or was it just you?
The thought alone scared you, so you decided to run back up the stairs and find the safety of your bed as fast as you could.
There was no light coming in from Suguru's room this time.
"You're quiet today" Suguru murmured, voice hot against your ear. "Have you not slept well?"
While the answer would be yes – that wasn't the reason you had been silent all morning.
Despite your lack of sleep, you woke up nothing if not energised for the upcoming trip. Had chosen a dress you hoped he'd like, one of the many Suguru had offered you with your room. You had even come down earlier than expected, meeting him in the hall as he finished the preparations for your short excursion.
But then…
Suguru had insisted you only take one horse up the hill. Said there was no need for you to over exert yourself on what was meant to be a brief ride up the scenic hill.
He said he wanted you to relax.
Well.
You were anything but relaxed right now.
Because only one horse meant riding together. Meant your back to Suguru's chest, and his strong arms on each side of your middle as he held on to the reins.
But most distracting of all was your body between his legs.
His strong, thick thighs caging you in as the gallop made you brush against him more than you intended.
That's what had you flushed and your voice stuck in your throat.
He had to know what he was doing – right?
"Should we stop for some rest?" Suguru asked again, calling your name when you didn't respond.
"No!" you replied too quick, realising you had spent too long thinking about his thighs and ignoring his question. "I am fine"
"Are you sure?" he prodded, tightening his hold around your arms on a particularly steep incline.
He just didn't want you to fall off, surely. Suguru was a gentleman. You were the one lost in scandalous thoughts.
"I am sure" you swallowed thickly, focusing on the trees ahead.
What beautiful scenery, you thought, mustering all your might. Nice trees. Lots of then. Green. Thick. Like Suguru's arms– stop thinking about that!
"If the bed isn't to your liking, I could offer you another room" he said this time, voice almost concerned.
"The room is lovely" you corrected fast. "My mind was restless last night"
Suguru hummed, and you felt the vibration all the way down your back. "I suppose the estate can be unsettling at night" he muttered.
You wanted to brush it off and reply that it was lovely, but you didn't. It surprised you to hear Suguru recognised it too.
There was something about that house.
"You find it unsettling?" you asked, turning your head a little so you could see him.
His eyes were focused straight ahead, but when he noticed you looking, his stern face relaxed into a smile.
"Too many ghosts" he replied, clearly enjoying how your eyes had widened. "Metaphorically, of course" he chuckled at your reaction.
"Of course" you swallowed. It's not that you were particularly superstitious, but considering your whole life now resembled one of your novels, would ghosts really be such a strange phenomenon?
Still, you couldn't help but feel like Suguru was letting you in a little. For someone as reserved as he, maybe it meant he trusted you. And that made you even more flustered than his thighs.
Well, almost.
"Your parents?" you asked, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity, when he seemed willing to talk. A little daring, sure, but you were eager to know more about him.
And he nodded, surprising you. "They died a long time ago"
Suguru spoke with ease, but there was clearly some pain behind his words still.
"I am sorry" you muttered, looking at him again. You watched his adams apple bob up and down, the only physical sign of any discomfort in the subject.
"Don't be" Suguru smiled kindly. "Death is a natural thing"
His words made your blood run cold, but he didn't seem to mean to scare you. It was the reasoning of a man who had dealt with it far too much, you feared.
"You must miss them" you tried, hoping it wouldn't be the wrong thing to say.
And you felt Suguru exhale deeply, the motion of his chest expanding and releasing against your upper back. "Sometimes" he answered. "I suppose I miss how things used to be"
"And what was that like?"
You just couldn't help your curiosity about your handsome benefactor.
"Lively" Suguru replied, followed by a light chuckle. "Hard to picture, I know"
"Not that hard" you murmured, wondering what that might have looked like. "It's a large estate"
Did they use to have parties and people around to enjoy them?
"We had many guests then" he explained, seeming lost in memory. "Music… and laughter too, I suppose"
"Sounds heavenly" you smiled at him again, pleased when he did the same.
"It was" Suguru sighed.
"Did you throw any events or balls?" you tried to tease, enjoying how the memory had made his face all bright.
"Would you like me to?" he leaned down to you, a sly smile on his face.
"W-what?" you asked, confused.
"Throw a ball" he replied, like it was obvious. "Would that make it less unsettling?"
You were surprised by the suggestion, immediately facing forwards again so he couldn't see it in your face.
"I didn't say unsettling" you rebutted. "That was you"
Maybe it wasn't right to so outwardly tease your boss, but Suguru always seemed so terribly amused when you did.
"You didn't have to" he chuckled, and he was probably right. "Would a ball make my guest feel more comfortable?"
Did he have to sound so… alluring?
"Maybe" you muttered, considering. A ball sounded nice. Music, food, and dance. You pictured yourself dressed in a rich blue hue, hand resting on Suguru's arm as he pulled you across the floor. A hand on your hip, another holding yours, as the slow waltz captured the moment in an unforgettable dance.
And then reality came crashing down.
"I'd worry my family would find me" you sighed, disappointment all over it. The fantasy was nice, but reality wouldn't be so kind.
Best to be safe.
"Of course" Suguru hummed, noticing your frustration. "Mustn't forget I'm harboring a fugitive" he continued, leaning forwards to whisper the tease right into your ear again.
Maybe he was just trying to make you feel better, maybe not – but it worked.
"You make it sound like a crime" you laughed, careful to stare straight ahead so he couldn't read you with those knowing eyes of his.
"Some would consider it" he retorted, still lighthearted. "Not that I care"
He spoke as if he was your coconspirator. You suspected Suguru not only didn't care, but also enjoyed keeping your secret.
He was a mysterious man, Suguru Geto.
"You're kind to me" you mused, staring at your hands where they rested on your lap.
"Of course" Suguru replied. Then, a moment later, he spoke again. "I like you"
You didn't even know what to make of that.
His words, the way he spoke… they set fire to your very soul, making your chest ache and tremble all at once. It wasn't proper, and you cursed yourself for it, but you also couldn't help it.
"See" you laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment.
There was no doubt Suguru saw right through you.
"Kind enough to show you this beautiful scenery you're barely paying attention to" he teased, voice low again, making you feel special despite the fact there was no one else around to hear anyway.
"I-I am!" you protested, but he only laughed. "It's wonderful up here"
And it was, that much was true – the hill sloped just above the Geto estate, bringing the whole valley into view. The large, imposing home, and the tranquil lake next to it – with the way the sun shone above it, it almost looked like a painting.
What would you two look like in this painting, were it hanging in a museum? Would visitors interpret you as friends… or lovers?
Your heart really shouldn't have been beating so loud.
"We're almost at the top" Suguru said, bringing your attention back. "Are you hungry?"
"A little" you admitted, only now just noticing.
"I've packed some food" he smiled, almost prideful. "Here" the horse had come to a halt right on the edge of the hill, just by the cliff. From this up high, you could see the ocean far away, a beautiful shade of blue with speckles of light shining above.
You knew from up close the ocean could be a treacherous, deadly thing. But from here, it almost seemed calm.
Suguru jumped off the horse before you, extending a hand that you accepted gratefully.
His other came to your waist, only for half a second, helping you down. Your mind went straight to your daydreams about this ball, picturing how you'd dance together.
Suguru must be a good dancer, you thought.
But just a moment later, your feet were on the ground, and his hand had left you.
For the first time all morning, Suguru was separated from you. And you missed his heat like a part of you had been plucked out.
Idiot, you chided yourself.
"I can hear your thoughts from here" his words brought you back to the moment, your head snapping to where he was setting down a picnic blanket on the grass.
"I'm sorry" you said immediately, rushing to his side. "Let me help"
"No need" he waved it off, taking out a bag with little sandwiches prepared just for the occasion. "Why don't you tell me what's been on your mind all morning, instead?"
"I…" you started to say. You couldn't exactly tell him the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind, could you? But there was also no point in lying to him.
Somewhere in the middle, you decided. A little truth, and a little omission.
"It's been odd being away from home" you explained, settling next to him on the blanket. Suguru extended a sandwich, and you accepted it gratefully. "It's never been this long"
"That's understandable" he mused, taking a bite. "It was a brave thing you did"
"You think so?" you laughed, staring at the food in your hands instead of him. It looked delicious. Why did Suguru have to be such a good host, in every way?
"Of course" he said, lounging back on his elbows. And then his foot tapped yours, just slightly, urging you to pay attention to him. "Go on, try it"
You did. The taste was exquisite, as expected, and Suguru watched you so intently you suspected your approval actually did mean a lot to him.
"Do you like it?" he asked, surprisingly impatient.
"I do" you smiled. And so did he.
It almost made you shy, the way he was always making sure you were comfortable. Where you were from, that was the last of anyone's concern – you had a duty to fulfill, and that was that. No one bothered to ask how you felt about it.
But Suguru did.
"Good" he hummed, taking another bite himself. "I suppose it must be odd to live with a man"
You almost choked on the food with how matter of fact he was, all of a sudden. "I lived with my father" you tried to say, Suguru chuckling at the way you coughed the words out.
"You know that's not what I meant"
Of course you knew.
The polite part of you wanted to reject it, say it was no issue at all, say you appreciated him taking you in. You should never be ungrateful, you could almost hear your mother say.
But that would also be a lie. And Suguru could see right through those.
Maybe odd wasn't the right word, but it was certainly different. You had been around boys before, shared dances and flirted at parties, but never for quite this long. Never under the same roof.
Never with someone you were so attracted to.
"It's… unusual" you settled on, being honest with him. "I was never friends with boys growing up"
"Are we friends?"
The question almost made your heart skip a beat.
Your mind went back to the painting you imagined. How would an onlooker interpret the way Suguru caged you in on your way up the hill, his arms protective around you, the conversation flowing so easily?
But… what else could you possibly be?
"I'd like to think so" you replied.
"I am glad" Suguru smiled. "You should tell me if I'm overstepping, but I do enjoy our conversations. It sometimes gets… lonely, around here"
You felt for him then. Loneliness was a curse you also understood too well.
"I enjoy our conversations too" you quickly said. "And I am thankful"
Suguru exhaled, considering what you had just said. "I'd like you to feel at home" he nodded. "Just tell me what it is you need"
You smiled, believing him fully.
The two of you stayed that way for a moment, feeling the breeze against your skin, watching it blow Suguru's long dark strands away.
Almost a perfect day.
"Were you friends with girls growing up?" you asked shyly, not wanting to miss on the opportunity to get to know him.
But Suguru seemed to find your question awfully amusing. "Yes" he replied. "She was a good friend"
He stared far ahead, speaking the words into the sky. You noticed how he said was, and didn't think it right to pry. You had already asked about his dead parents earlier, and even if the case wasn't this extreme, you didn't want to prod along his bad memories.
"That's nice" you said instead, and he seemed grateful. "I don't suppose I have many friends"
He turned to you then, a little squint in his eyes. "What about all your parties?" he teased.
"You mean high society's peacocking?" you echoed his words from the day before, earning a small chuckle. "I have many acquaintances, sure, but I guess none of them would be my friends"
Suguru hummed like he understood. "You don't think they'd be there if you needed?" he asked.
"I know they wouldn't" you scoffed. "They probably think me a fool for running away from this marriage"
"Ah, yes" he chuckled. "The Gojo heir is quite the match"
"Is that disdain I sense?" you tried to tease, this time tapping his foot with yours.
But Suguru quickly shook his head, erasing the solemn look he had for just a second. "I just think he sounds like a fool" he sneered. "To not even propose in person"
You were glad someone else understood.
"Would you do it in person?" you asked, rolling the next sandwich in your hands instead of looking directly at him.
Suguru turned to you though, making his fox like eyes impossible to ignore. "Of course I would"
You swallowed thickly, feeling the sweat start to pool on your palms. Must he look so handsome while he said it?
"I'm sure she'll be a lucky woman" you muttered, immediately bringing the food to your lips in order to stop this conversation.
"That's kind of you to say" he smiled, watching you.
And then the attention was back on the breeze, on the sky, on the trees.
It really was a beautiful day, wasn't it?
Maybe this was a good omen, a bright beginning to your new life.
Why should you be scared anyway?
"Were you serious about the ball?"
Suguru's head cocked to the side, looking back at you, maybe even surprised that you had mentioned it again. "Of course" he smiled, pushing himself up to better meet your eyes. "Feeling braver?"
You chuckled at his question. Maybe not quite brave – but resourceful.
Why should your family stop you from having some fun, too?
"How about a masked ball?" you suggested.
Suguru's lips turned upwards into a bright, amused grin.
"A masked ball it is"
a/n i had so much fun writing this, and really hope you enjoyed the chapter!! i'm very excited for the next one and can't wait to hear your thoughts <3
꩜ update .ᐟ boyfriends!satosugu x reader
mdni crack ; smut
"Sweetheart, you can't sue a website" your boyfriend Suguru was caressing just above your knee, trying to pretend he didn't find your little frown adorable.
"She should!" your other boyfriend Satoru was pacing, hands moving wildly to drive home the seriousness of the situation. "It's emotional distress!"
"It was an update" Suguru sighed. The poor man had sat here for long enough listening to these two idiots freak out over this.
Satoru didn't even have an account on said website – he just enjoyed any excuse to be dramatic.
"Look at her, Sugu" Gojo gestured to you, still pouting and clutching your laptop tight to your chest like someone was about to come and confiscate that too. "Are you saying our girlfriends feelings don't matter?!"
"That's not what I'm saying" he shook his head. "You can be upset, sweetheart" he reassured you kindly.
You finally sighed then, bowing your head. "I was so stressed" you admitted, and the honesty in your voice had both of their hearts breaking a little.
The two men were pulled towards you like you had just said a magic word. Suguru tskd, taking the laptop from your hands gently, as Satoru settled on his knees in front of you.
"My poor girl" the white haired one pouted, resting his head on your thigh, looking up at you with bright blue puppy dog eyes.
"Our poor girl" Suguru corrected. "But its done now, right sweetheart? Or do you need us to make you feel better?"
Your interest was suddenly piqued at the… insinuation.
So you let out a long, dramatic sigh, resting your head on Suguru's shoulders as your legs opened just a little for the man between them. "I'm soooo sad still" you pouted at them. "Can you make me feel better, Sugu?"
"Of course, princess" he whispered with a knowing smile. Suguru lowered himself a little, brushing his nose with yours before your lips met.
As always, it felt so nice to have him so close, his delicious lips on yours as his teeth playfully bit your bottom one tenderly. Not hard – just enough to get you excited.
And then you felt even better; because Satoru was taking the opportunity to part your legs for you – such a good boyfriend he was – and start trailing kisses all along your bare skin.
His lips ghosted over your inner thighs, pushing the oversized shirt you wore over your hips, to give him more room to admire the pretty underwear you had been hiding.
“Mmmm so gorgeous” he hummed, biting his own lips as he watched the two of you have your fun just above him.
And Satoru wasted no time, making your hips buckle when he made contact with your heat, but Suguru was quick enough to hold you down with two palms to your hips, like you weighed nothing at all.
"You can't be running away if you want us to help, pretty" he tskd, pulling one of your legs over his to allow Satoru more space.
And the man eagerly dived in again, hooking a finger to pull your underwear out of the way while his other hand groped the skin of your thigh roughly. Satoru was always so hungry for you, making sure to look up with his messy white hair and wet face just so he could enjoy every reaction.
"You're so wet, baby" he cooed up at you. His girl really was in desperate need of this, poor thing.
"It's just been really hard" you nodded solemnly, making Suguru snicker. With the way you were so needy rolling your hips already, the two men suspected that update was the last thing on your mind.
And as expected, all that playful sorrow was out the window when Satoru's tongue flattened against your slit.
"We'll make you forget all about it" Suguru hummed, biting the neck you so beautifully presented to him. His hands travelled under your shirt – it was an old one of his that Satoru had claimed and now you, but he didn't mind. You were both his, anyway.
"H-how will you do that?" you asked, rolling your hips on Satoru's face over and over, enjoying how his moans made everything in you vibrate.
"Let us show you" Suguru smiled, pinching your nipples as you let yourself relax in between them.
What was it you had been stressed about again?
i have no idea what this is lol but i hope you enjoyed and tumblr dont you ever do that to me again
pairing lord!satoru gojo x f!reader x lord!suguru geto
synopsis in a world that places your "duties" as a woman above your own agency and desires, the only possible solution you saw to escape an arranged marriage to satoru gojo was running away. perhaps on the journey you would find someone who shared more of your values and ambitions, or perhaps you might learn more about the man you rejected so rashly
content mdni!, historical au, brontë inspired, falling in love, very flirty suguru lol, mystery and horror elements, mentions of death, slow burn, arranged marriage, angst, fluff, eventual smut, multiple endings, complicated relationships, hurt and comfort, heavy pining
dividers by @enchanthings & art by @/ogata69
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chapter three: under stars
wc: 4k
You shouldn't feel so nervous.
Surely Suguru had invited you to the trip as a formality. A peace offer, almost. A way to make you feel more welcome, after his sisters did everything in their power for you to feel the opposite.
Who knew young girls could be so aggravating.
You feared their judgemental looks and snarky remarks would have been the thing keeping you up at night, but… no. Right now, laying in the comfortable silken bedsheets of the Geto estate, those two were the last thing on your mind.
It was someone else that had a hold over your thoughts.
You rolled around and around and around but you still couldn't shake the images away.
Suguru's long strands, and how they had tickled your skin when you stood so close.
The way those fox like eyes of his looked into yours like they knew everything about you already. Every secret, every hidden desire, all plain for him to see.
The curve of his bicep when he offered you his arm…
Your mind went to places you didn't trust that night. Unladylike places.
Was it so wrong to imagine how his touch felt? How his tongue tasted? How his lips felt against your own, and your neck, and your–
No.
That was far too much.
Cursing at your own indecency, you decided getting up for a late night stroll would be the best thing to do. Focus your mind on something else. Explore the real world, instead of your inner one.
Plus, this was a kind of independence you weren't used to – in your normal life, your family would have scolded and punished you for wandering the halls in the dark.
But as Suguru's guest, you had all the freedom you craved.
It thrilled you a little to take advantage of that.
Would this newfound liberty be short lived? Were people out trying to find you already? Was it only a matter of time, before this new life was ripped from you?
And would Suguru protect you if it came to that?
You weren't quite sure.
The moonlight reflected on the silk as you covered yourself in the thin robe – another present from Suguru. Did he treat all his guests with such kindness?
The lavish material matched the walls and your blue bedsheets, almost making it feel like you just belonged in this environment of the Geto estate. Like you fit right in.
Your feet stepped closer to the wall, the wooden floors cold against your bare feet. Turning the doorknob as gently as you could, you finally stepped out into the long corridor.
It almost seemed endless at this hour. Unnervingly so.
You kept a hand on the wall to your right to steady yourself, your gown flowing far behind you with the midnight air, as you continued your midnight exploration.
You wished you had at least brought a candle with you, something to light the way. Although you didn't want to risk bringing attention to yourself – the worst thing that could happen was waking up one of the girls, and having to hear their condescending scolding about sneaking around their home.
Well, it was your home for the time being, too. You probably should explore.
Suguru had made sure you felt nothing but comfortable, but right now, you couldn't help but consider the things you didn't know.
The whole place was a mystery, now that you thought about it.
A dim light shone from under the door frame in the furthermost room, catching your attention. Was this Suguru's room?
Why was he still awake at this hour?
You moved even more slowly now, careful with the sound of your footsteps. If Suguru was to discover you again, he might just think running away was a habit of yours.
Not that it would be so bad, you smirked at the prospect; and the memory of him standing tall on horseback with the moon shining just behind.
Your ethereal saviour, sent from above to rescue you.
Part of you did want him to open that door, tease you, offer you company and tea again. But this was all fantasy, of course. You didn't want to risk offending him – such a thoughtful man would have surely assumed the bed wasn't to your standards.
So you tiptoed along as lightly as you could, all the way down the long staircase that led to the grand entrance.
It was odd for such an estate to not have many servants. From what you had heard, the Geto's were wealthy, and used to have quite the reputation back in the day.
What could have happened to turn such a man into a recluse?
Your mind tried to fill in the gaps as you walked among the tall ceilings and lavish statues decorating the path. All expensive and imposing, but looking somewhat… abandoned.
Cold, even.
Finally, you found somewhere you were keen to explore. The study – with all those books and portraits that were surely to help you piece together the story about this family.
The door was heavy when you pushed it, and you only managed to open a small gap before the sound got too loud. You fit through just about, carefully pulling the fabric of your gown up as to not risk ripping Suguru's present.
In the moonlight, the study was like out of a dream.
The tall windows meant you could see the reflection of the stars shining through them, illuminating colourful spines and paintings on the walls. Growing up, you would have given everything to live somewhere like this.
You wandered around, unsure of where to begin, until something finally caught your attention – a shelf of still images, framed as if they were paintings, but much smaller.
This recent invention was being called a photograph as you knew, and the Geto family must really have a lot of money to own that many.
Even considering your own status, you had only posed for one once or twice.
The Geto's, on the other hand, had a whole shelf dedicated to them – scenes from childhood; posing by the water, the two girls you taught looking much smaller next to their brother.
A young Suguru, just as handsome as the one you knew today, but with a jovial charm about him.
There was something else you also noticed – a smile much brighter than what you had seen from him in present day.
The young lad from these photographs didn't look like this recluse man at all.
Your eyes scanned through each one, unable to help the smile at such picturesque scenes of every day life.
In one, Suguru posed with two adults who looked just like him. His parents, perhaps. You suspected they were long gone, considering there wasn't ever a mention of them.
And then, another image – a young Suguru, smiling a wide smile, next to a white haired man you thought you recognised, and a lady of around the same age in the middle.
You squinted, leaning forwards, but it was hard to see in the dark.
Were they his friends? Cousins?
You could have sworn that man looked familiar.
Before you could inspect it any longer, a noise from the upstairs startled you. You lept backwards, hand reaching for your hammering heart, and tried to steady your breathing.
Was someone coming?
Were you found?
Why did everything about this place make you feel so bizarrely exposed?
Your head spun with assumptions, and you quieted them all with the reassurance that this was just unfounded fears, brought about by the dark hour. Whatever that noise was, it was far too late to be deciphering your landlord's past.
And this house had started to feel cold, the empty halls somehow larger.
You held your breath, waiting. Anticipating being found out again. But no one came.
Even when you put your head through the tight door opening, nothing was there.
Nothing but empty darkness.
Were there ghosts wandering around too?
Or was it just you?
The thought alone scared you, so you decided to run back up the stairs and find the safety of your bed as fast as you could.
There was no light coming in from Suguru's room this time.
"You're quiet today" Suguru murmured, voice hot against your ear. "Have you not slept well?"
While the answer would be yes – that wasn't the reason you had been silent all morning.
Despite your lack of sleep, you woke up nothing if not energised for the upcoming trip. Had chosen a dress you hoped he'd like, one of the many Suguru had offered you with your room. You had even come down earlier than expected, meeting him in the hall as he finished the preparations for your short excursion.
But then…
Suguru had insisted you only take one horse up the hill. Said there was no need for you to over exert yourself on what was meant to be a brief ride up the scenic hill.
He said he wanted you to relax.
Well.
You were anything but relaxed right now.
Because only one horse meant riding together. Meant your back to Suguru's chest, and his strong arms on each side of your middle as he held on to the reins.
But most distracting of all was your body between his legs.
His strong, thick thighs caging you in as the gallop made you brush against him more than you intended.
That's what had you flushed and your voice stuck in your throat.
He had to know what he was doing – right?
"Should we stop for some rest?" Suguru asked again, calling your name when you didn't respond.
"No!" you replied too quick, realising you had spent too long thinking about his thighs and ignoring his question. "I am fine"
"Are you sure?" he prodded, tightening his hold around your arms on a particularly steep incline.
He just didn't want you to fall off, surely. Suguru was a gentleman. You were the one lost in scandalous thoughts.
"I am sure" you swallowed thickly, focusing on the trees ahead.
What beautiful scenery, you thought, mustering all your might. Nice trees. Lots of then. Green. Thick. Like Suguru's arms– stop thinking about that!
"If the bed isn't to your liking, I could offer you another room" he said this time, voice almost concerned.
"The room is lovely" you corrected fast. "My mind was restless last night"
Suguru hummed, and you felt the vibration all the way down your back. "I suppose the estate can be unsettling at night" he muttered.
You wanted to brush it off and reply that it was lovely, but you didn't. It surprised you to hear Suguru recognised it too.
There was something about that house.
"You find it unsettling?" you asked, turning your head a little so you could see him.
His eyes were focused straight ahead, but when he noticed you looking, his stern face relaxed into a smile.
"Too many ghosts" he replied, clearly enjoying how your eyes had widened. "Metaphorically, of course" he chuckled at your reaction.
"Of course" you swallowed. It's not that you were particularly superstitious, but considering your whole life now resembled one of your novels, would ghosts really be such a strange phenomenon?
Still, you couldn't help but feel like Suguru was letting you in a little. For someone as reserved as he, maybe it meant he trusted you. And that made you even more flustered than his thighs.
Well, almost.
"Your parents?" you asked, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity, when he seemed willing to talk. A little daring, sure, but you were eager to know more about him.
And he nodded, surprising you. "They died a long time ago"
Suguru spoke with ease, but there was clearly some pain behind his words still.
"I am sorry" you muttered, looking at him again. You watched his adams apple bob up and down, the only physical sign of any discomfort in the subject.
"Don't be" Suguru smiled kindly. "Death is a natural thing"
His words made your blood run cold, but he didn't seem to mean to scare you. It was the reasoning of a man who had dealt with it far too much, you feared.
"You must miss them" you tried, hoping it wouldn't be the wrong thing to say.
And you felt Suguru exhale deeply, the motion of his chest expanding and releasing against your upper back. "Sometimes" he answered. "I suppose I miss how things used to be"
"And what was that like?"
You just couldn't help your curiosity about your handsome benefactor.
"Lively" Suguru replied, followed by a light chuckle. "Hard to picture, I know"
"Not that hard" you murmured, wondering what that might have looked like. "It's a large estate"
Did they use to have parties and people around to enjoy them?
"We had many guests then" he explained, seeming lost in memory. "Music… and laughter too, I suppose"
"Sounds heavenly" you smiled at him again, pleased when he did the same.
"It was" Suguru sighed.
"Did you throw any events or balls?" you tried to tease, enjoying how the memory had made his face all bright.
"Would you like me to?" he leaned down to you, a sly smile on his face.
"W-what?" you asked, confused.
"Throw a ball" he replied, like it was obvious. "Would that make it less unsettling?"
You were surprised by the suggestion, immediately facing forwards again so he couldn't see it in your face.
"I didn't say unsettling" you rebutted. "That was you"
Maybe it wasn't right to so outwardly tease your boss, but Suguru always seemed so terribly amused when you did.
"You didn't have to" he chuckled, and he was probably right. "Would a ball make my guest feel more comfortable?"
Did he have to sound so… alluring?
"Maybe" you muttered, considering. A ball sounded nice. Music, food, and dance. You pictured yourself dressed in a rich blue hue, hand resting on Suguru's arm as he pulled you across the floor. A hand on your hip, another holding yours, as the slow waltz captured the moment in an unforgettable dance.
And then reality came crashing down.
"I'd worry my family would find me" you sighed, disappointment all over it. The fantasy was nice, but reality wouldn't be so kind.
Best to be safe.
"Of course" Suguru hummed, noticing your frustration. "Mustn't forget I'm harboring a fugitive" he continued, leaning forwards to whisper the tease right into your ear again.
Maybe he was just trying to make you feel better, maybe not – but it worked.
"You make it sound like a crime" you laughed, careful to stare straight ahead so he couldn't read you with those knowing eyes of his.
"Some would consider it" he retorted, still lighthearted. "Not that I care"
He spoke as if he was your coconspirator. You suspected Suguru not only didn't care, but also enjoyed keeping your secret.
He was a mysterious man, Suguru Geto.
"You're kind to me" you mused, staring at your hands where they rested on your lap.
"Of course" Suguru replied. Then, a moment later, he spoke again. "I like you"
You didn't even know what to make of that.
His words, the way he spoke… they set fire to your very soul, making your chest ache and tremble all at once. It wasn't proper, and you cursed yourself for it, but you also couldn't help it.
"See" you laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment.
There was no doubt Suguru saw right through you.
"Kind enough to show you this beautiful scenery you're barely paying attention to" he teased, voice low again, making you feel special despite the fact there was no one else around to hear anyway.
"I-I am!" you protested, but he only laughed. "It's wonderful up here"
And it was, that much was true – the hill sloped just above the Geto estate, bringing the whole valley into view. The large, imposing home, and the tranquil lake next to it – with the way the sun shone above it, it almost looked like a painting.
What would you two look like in this painting, were it hanging in a museum? Would visitors interpret you as friends… or lovers?
Your heart really shouldn't have been beating so loud.
"We're almost at the top" Suguru said, bringing your attention back. "Are you hungry?"
"A little" you admitted, only now just noticing.
"I've packed some food" he smiled, almost prideful. "Here" the horse had come to a halt right on the edge of the hill, just by the cliff. From this up high, you could see the ocean far away, a beautiful shade of blue with speckles of light shining above.
You knew from up close the ocean could be a treacherous, deadly thing. But from here, it almost seemed calm.
Suguru jumped off the horse before you, extending a hand that you accepted gratefully.
His other came to your waist, only for half a second, helping you down. Your mind went straight to your daydreams about this ball, picturing how you'd dance together.
Suguru must be a good dancer, you thought.
But just a moment later, your feet were on the ground, and his hand had left you.
For the first time all morning, Suguru was separated from you. And you missed his heat like a part of you had been plucked out.
Idiot, you chided yourself.
"I can hear your thoughts from here" his words brought you back to the moment, your head snapping to where he was setting down a picnic blanket on the grass.
"I'm sorry" you said immediately, rushing to his side. "Let me help"
"No need" he waved it off, taking out a bag with little sandwiches prepared just for the occasion. "Why don't you tell me what's been on your mind all morning, instead?"
"I…" you started to say. You couldn't exactly tell him the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind, could you? But there was also no point in lying to him.
Somewhere in the middle, you decided. A little truth, and a little omission.
"It's been odd being away from home" you explained, settling next to him on the blanket. Suguru extended a sandwich, and you accepted it gratefully. "It's never been this long"
"That's understandable" he mused, taking a bite. "It was a brave thing you did"
"You think so?" you laughed, staring at the food in your hands instead of him. It looked delicious. Why did Suguru have to be such a good host, in every way?
"Of course" he said, lounging back on his elbows. And then his foot tapped yours, just slightly, urging you to pay attention to him. "Go on, try it"
You did. The taste was exquisite, as expected, and Suguru watched you so intently you suspected your approval actually did mean a lot to him.
"Do you like it?" he asked, surprisingly impatient.
"I do" you smiled. And so did he.
It almost made you shy, the way he was always making sure you were comfortable. Where you were from, that was the last of anyone's concern – you had a duty to fulfill, and that was that. No one bothered to ask how you felt about it.
But Suguru did.
"Good" he hummed, taking another bite himself. "I suppose it must be odd to live with a man"
You almost choked on the food with how matter of fact he was, all of a sudden. "I lived with my father" you tried to say, Suguru chuckling at the way you coughed the words out.
"You know that's not what I meant"
Of course you knew.
The polite part of you wanted to reject it, say it was no issue at all, say you appreciated him taking you in. You should never be ungrateful, you could almost hear your mother say.
But that would also be a lie. And Suguru could see right through those.
Maybe odd wasn't the right word, but it was certainly different. You had been around boys before, shared dances and flirted at parties, but never for quite this long. Never under the same roof.
Never with someone you were so attracted to.
"It's… unusual" you settled on, being honest with him. "I was never friends with boys growing up"
"Are we friends?"
The question almost made your heart skip a beat.
Your mind went back to the painting you imagined. How would an onlooker interpret the way Suguru caged you in on your way up the hill, his arms protective around you, the conversation flowing so easily?
But… what else could you possibly be?
"I'd like to think so" you replied.
"I am glad" Suguru smiled. "You should tell me if I'm overstepping, but I do enjoy our conversations. It sometimes gets… lonely, around here"
You felt for him then. Loneliness was a curse you also understood too well.
"I enjoy our conversations too" you quickly said. "And I am thankful"
Suguru exhaled, considering what you had just said. "I'd like you to feel at home" he nodded. "Just tell me what it is you need"
You smiled, believing him fully.
The two of you stayed that way for a moment, feeling the breeze against your skin, watching it blow Suguru's long dark strands away.
Almost a perfect day.
"Were you friends with girls growing up?" you asked shyly, not wanting to miss on the opportunity to get to know him.
But Suguru seemed to find your question awfully amusing. "Yes" he replied. "She was a good friend"
He stared far ahead, speaking the words into the sky. You noticed how he said was, and didn't think it right to pry. You had already asked about his dead parents earlier, and even if the case wasn't this extreme, you didn't want to prod along his bad memories.
"That's nice" you said instead, and he seemed grateful. "I don't suppose I have many friends"
He turned to you then, a little squint in his eyes. "What about all your parties?" he teased.
"You mean high society's peacocking?" you echoed his words from the day before, earning a small chuckle. "I have many acquaintances, sure, but I guess none of them would be my friends"
Suguru hummed like he understood. "You don't think they'd be there if you needed?" he asked.
"I know they wouldn't" you scoffed. "They probably think me a fool for running away from this marriage"
"Ah, yes" he chuckled. "The Gojo heir is quite the match"
"Is that disdain I sense?" you tried to tease, this time tapping his foot with yours.
But Suguru quickly shook his head, erasing the solemn look he had for just a second. "I just think he sounds like a fool" he sneered. "To not even propose in person"
You were glad someone else understood.
"Would you do it in person?" you asked, rolling the next sandwich in your hands instead of looking directly at him.
Suguru turned to you though, making his fox like eyes impossible to ignore. "Of course I would"
You swallowed thickly, feeling the sweat start to pool on your palms. Must he look so handsome while he said it?
"I'm sure she'll be a lucky woman" you muttered, immediately bringing the food to your lips in order to stop this conversation.
"That's kind of you to say" he smiled, watching you.
And then the attention was back on the breeze, on the sky, on the trees.
It really was a beautiful day, wasn't it?
Maybe this was a good omen, a bright beginning to your new life.
Why should you be scared anyway?
"Were you serious about the ball?"
Suguru's head cocked to the side, looking back at you, maybe even surprised that you had mentioned it again. "Of course" he smiled, pushing himself up to better meet your eyes. "Feeling braver?"
You chuckled at his question. Maybe not quite brave – but resourceful.
Why should your family stop you from having some fun, too?
"How about a masked ball?" you suggested.
Suguru's lips turned upwards into a bright, amused grin.
"A masked ball it is"
a/n i had so much fun writing this, and really hope you enjoyed the chapter!! i'm very excited for the next one and can't wait to hear your thoughts <3
this story splits off from chapter 13 of my series silver springs
pairing f!reader x ex!gojo
content mdni!, fleetwood mac inspired au, rejoice my satoru girls the day has finally come, fluff, smut, exes to lovers, making out, unprotected piv sex, oral (f receiving), multiple rounds, overstimulation, praise, aftercare, mutual pining, second chances
You woke up to hundreds of notifications – which was never a good sign.
The immediate reaction was your stomach dropping, the familiar fear brewing inside. What is it you had done to make the internet hate you now?
You were already rolling your eyes, bracing yourself.
But the news this time didn't seem to be about you at all.
It took you a while to understand what the hell was going on – didn't seem to be anything you had done, thankfully, but you were confused by the random messages you got: some about how lucky you were, some about how you should die for making "him" feel like that, some about how you should get back with "him".
Who "he" was didn't take that long to figure out once you came across an article that seemed to reference what they were all talking about.
Watch: Satoru Gojo teases new solo project on livestream
Huh, good for him, you thought.
Part of you almost locked your phone and went by with your day, but a little hint of curiosity made you change your mind.
So you clicked on the link, thinking nothing of it, maybe even a little excited for an excuse to call him later – though you wouldn't admit that to yourself yet.
There was a lot you weren't admitting to yourself these days.
The video loaded, revealing your ex on top of the bed you two had shared too many times, same blue sheets you used to love because they matched his eyes.
Your heart was tugging before you had even pressed play.
And something else caught your attention too – he looked…different. On edge, you'd say. Anxious too, maybe?
You wondered if something had happened.
And it didn't take long for your heart to drop as soon as the guitar strums began.
Turn me off, turn me out
But don't turn me away
Save me a place
I'll come running if you love me today
…Huh?
You almost dropped the phone, but your fingers instinctively tightened around it.
This wasn't about you…right?
It was probably about some new girlfriend he had a disagreement with. Surely.
Why did it make your heart beat this fast, then?
I'll come running if you love me today
I'll come running if you love me today
The words echoed over and over, more like a plea each time. This wasn't the confident, in control Gojo he used to present to the outside world.
This was desperate.
His voice broke and he didn't care, his fingers pressed the wrong chord and he didn't stop. Satoru didn't want to present as perfect like always, he was just… Real.
It made your breath hitch, familiar pool of anxiety twisting as a lump in your throat, stomach dropping in a way that made you worry you might be sick.
Was this about you? That thought made you nervous like nothing else, a mix of excitement and fear.
Was it about someone else? This thought made you want to punch a hole through the wall.
You weren't even sure which was better or worse.
The song ended and you immediately scrolled down to the rest of the article, hoping it would answer at least some of your questions. Your fingers trembled as you skim read the whole thing – they talked about this unexpected departure from his usual image, how choosing to do a surprise livestream was a brilliant marketing strategy. But you doubted any of this had been planned.
Finally you reached the part that highlighted the fan theories.
Many were speculating, commenting about you, theorising this was Satoru's last effort to pull you back in.
You were of course used to the fan's wild theories and your name being thrown in the mix, but what really surprised you was that neither Gojo, or anyone else on his team, had bothered to correct the fans assumptions.
Surely if it was about a new girlfriend, the first thing he would have done was correct the misinformation. No way would she have been fine with all this.
So it really just left one answer.
What if it was about you?
Your heart beat so fast you were close to passing out.
Satoru wanted you back and needed the whole damn world to know.
Fuck.
…this was about you.
And also, it better be – because the alternative made your fucking stomach turn.
Is this how Satoru had felt when he found out about Choso?
Jealousy mixed in with guilt and all you wanted to do was scream.
You worked so hard to get over him. Worked so hard to move forward with your life, to not get hooked into what other people wanted and what you thought you wanted. Worked so hard to figure out your own path and stop fucking making life harder for everyone else.
You wanted to keep going, not turn back to the past.
But if it was about you…
I'll come running if you love me today
You were pressing his contact before you could talk yourself out of it.
"Hey–" Satoru answered on the first ring, almost out of breath like he had just launched himself for the phone. It almost made you smile, because you could absolutely picture him doing just that.
There was a beat. A moment where neither of you knew what to say.
And then you let out the only words that could possibly encompass the multitude of what you were feeling–
"What the fuck, Satoru?" you exclaimed, though you couldn't control the smile trying to force its way on your lips.
Another beat, and you could almost picture his nervous gulp on the other end.
"Um, good morning" he replied awkwardly. "I'm assuming you've seen–"
"Is it about me?" you interrupted.
Satoru took a breath in on the other end.
Say no, you thought, and you'd feel your heart break into a million pieces.
Say yes though, and you had no fucking clue where to go from here.
You heard him exhale, before his voice came softer than it usually was.
"Everything is about you, idiot" he sighed.
Your breath hitched, and you started feeling the stupid tears try to escape your eyes. "You're the idiot" you cried out with a laugh, rubbing your face.
His laugh came through shaky too, and you wondered if he was also crying. "I know" he exhaled.
Neither of you said anything for a while, though both gripped the phone like your lives depended on it, far too many conflicting thoughts going through your heads.
Where the fuck do we do now?
Luckily Satoru was the one to break the silence this time.
"Can I see you?" he asked, tentative. "You can yell at me if you want, I just–"
"Are you home?" you cut in.
It used to be your home as well.
"Yeah" he said.
"I'm on my way"
Standing on the other side of the door of the home you knew so well felt even bigger than you could have imagined. You hadn't been back since moving out, and it felt so wrong to wait instead of open the door with your own key.
Your feet were tapping on the floor, nails digging onto your palm, just waiting.
You had no idea what to do.
Maybe you'd yell at him. For declaring his love to the whole wide world instead of you personally. For letting your relationship rest in this weird limbo since Yuuji's birthday party. How dare he look after you like that. How dare he carry you home when you were drunk, and be sweet, and stay with you, and cook for you, and look so freaking handsome while doing it.
You tried to move on in every way. How dare Satoru Gojo keep pulling you back.
Yes, you were going to tell him all that.
Any second now.
You crossed your arms over your middle, covering the clothes you had haphazardly thrown on, not even looking your best for this long awaited confrontation.
It pissed you off.
He pissed you off.
Goddamn Satoru Goj–
You thought you heard his footsteps on the other side, interrupting your thoughts. Your heart matched their rhythm, beating in anticipation.
Luckily you didn't have to wait for long.
But when Satoru opened the door, all words left your mind like smoke.
His white hair was messy, his smile was uncertain, and his eyes were swollen from tears and a sleepless night… But when they locked on yours, Satoru looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
You'd never guess you were still half wearing pajamas and hadn't even tried to fix your bed hair.
When Satoru looked at you, you felt like the most beautiful woman alive.
Damn it.
How could you ever think you'd move on?
The silence didn't stretch for long. You stepped in, Gojo stepped towards you – your hands found his cheeks, his arms found your waist, your lips found each other.
Sweet. Satoru still tasted sweet.
Your breaths merged together, hot and needy against each other's mouths, little chuckles escaping at the absurdity of the situation.
But you didn't need words. You never did, really.
There was some invisible thread connecting the two of you that, even after every mistake, every painful moment, remained annoyingly taut.
You were his from the first moment you saw those bright blue beautiful, smug, confident, magnetic, infuriating eyes.
His mouth on yours just felt right.
Satoru pulled you inside quickly, closing the door shut while his body pinned you to the frame, caging you in, lips refusing to leave yours.
It was ridiculous. This was ridiculous.
You started laughing, enjoying the way he kept pressing little pecks to your smile, his hands possessive on your hips.
"I take it you're not yelling at me?" he asked, pulling back just a little to admire your face.
"Wrong" you shoved at his shoulder lightly, but quick enough brought your hands to his shirt, pulling him close again. "I'll yell at you later"
"Mmm that's fair" he hummed, kissing you again, smug grin against your lips. "I look forward to it"
"No you don't" you tried to taunt. "When I tell you everything, Satoru Gojo, I swear you'll–"
"Tell me everything" he nodded eagerly. "Yell at me all day, all night, for the rest of my life–"
"Idiot" you tried to tease, but your voice broke with emotion, hands tangling on his white strands.
"As long as it keeps you here with me" he said, a little more serious this time.
Your throat tightened at that, and suddenly the laughter was replaced by something else – a sorrow too deep, a guilt for what you had been through and the time in between this and then where you could have been together.
Were you making a horrible mistake again?
"Hey" he pulled back, stroking a thumb under your eyes, catching the tears just as they felt. "What is it, pretty?"
The way he spoke to you so softly managed to calm your fears, anchoring yourself in his warmth that used to be so familiar. You didn't want to run away anymore, and you were so tired of pretending.
"I don't know" you admitted, and he sighed like he understood. "What if this is wrong? What if we–"
"Baby" he kissed your cheek, and it felt so fucking nice. "I don't want you to feel pressured for anything"
"I'm scared" you rasped out, and he kissed your head this time.
Taking away every bit of anxiety, little by little, with every gentle touch.
"What do you want?" he finally asked, resting his forehead on yours.
What did you want?
That question used to be so hard.
Did you want to move on? To give a new life a shot, meet someone else – maybe someone who didn't have as much baggage as the two of you did?
Pull away, say goodbye to him right now… and spend your whole life wondering what would have happened if you had just been brave.
You wanted to be brave.
"I want you" you said, surprising yourself with how much you meant it.
"Yeah?" Satoru opened a bright smile, pulling back to watch you, blue eyes noticing every twitch of your expression.
"Yes" you nodded, smiling through the tears. "But it has to be different this time, we have to actually talk and–"
"We will" Satoru agreed, smiling reassuringly. "We can take it slow"
You were surprised to hear Gojo speak like this, so calm and certain. There wasn't ever anything slow about your relationship before – Satoru burned through your life like a wildfire, for better or for worse.
But you couldn't just forget.
You pulled him by his collar, hands bunched on the fabric of his shirt. "You mean that?" you asked, eyes going from his eyes to the lips you couldn't wait to taste again.
"I refuse to lose you again" Satoru murmured, resting his forehead on yours. "I'm different. I promise"
You smiled, nuzzling your noses together. "I'm different too" you said.
His thumb caressed your cheek, slow and grounding, hearts drumming as one as you both let the moment breathe, just inhaling each other.
"Can you give me another chance?" he finally asked.
You didn't even know what to say.
So you nodded, pressing your lips together again. "We'll take it slow" you echoed his words from earlier, speaking through the lump that tried to choke you.
Slow sounded nice.
To finally give yourselves time to enjoy each other's company without the pressures of fame, work, the world's opinions – that sounded even nicer.
Satoru's fingertips dug into your waist, and you wondered if he was thinking the exact same thing.
He leaned in again, kissing you slow this time, taking his time like he had all the time in the world because, hopefully, you did. Tasting the saltiness of the tears that had managed to fall to your lips, mixed with the sweetness of him.
It was perfect.
And the kiss slowly deepened, mouths opening to offer more room to explore, both of you humming and chuckling at how good and, amazingly, still familiar it felt.
Satoru's lips were made for you and yours for him, and you felt a fool for ever believing otherwise.
His tongue explored every inch of you while his hands did the same, moving from your waist to your hips to the back of your neck, eager to claim every inch of you again.
And you pulled him in completely, your chest pressed against his and your hips rolling in time, a silent dance the two of you used to be proficient in.
"Um" Satoru mumbled, flushed, pulling back just a little. "Exactly how slow do you want to take it because–"
You threw your head back in a laugh, pulling him back into you. "Not that slow" you giggled, kissing his jaw.
It was all the permission Satoru needed.
In a swift movement he was picking you up, and your legs locked instinctively around his waist.
His hands kneaded the curve of your ass, letting out an overwhelmed exhale against your skin, where he was peppering kisses all along your neckline.
"You want to take this to our bedroom?" he asked with a peck to your lips, and you nodded.
Our bedroom.
It made you want to cry all over again.
Satoru carried you gently, crossing the living room where you used to curl up together to watch a movie. Where you'd sometimes stay up all night playing music together, coming up with new melodies, practicing for a performance.
Went right past the open kitchen where you'd bake sweet treats at one in the morning because you couldn't sleep. Satoru would steal some of the dough and hum at how nice and sweet it was; you'd complain and he'd respond with a kiss to your lips, telling you you were even sweeter.
You'd respond with another playful kiss and soon the batter would be left forgotten.
How many times had he carried you into the bedroom like this?
Your bedroom.
When you left this place all that time ago, you never thought you'd be able to look at it and think of anything but the bad times again.
But none of that was on your mind right now.
Satoru placed you in the middle of the big double bed, lowering himself over you, your hands already pulling his shirt over his head. Soon he was half naked, towering over you, and you pushed yourself up to kiss every inch of those abs you missed so much.
Satoru tangled his hand on your hair, throwing his head back while his other hand caressed your back, inviting you to keep going.
Your hand started drifting south, caressing the thick bulge over his sweatpants, making him groan out. You were desperate for him, mouth watering at the thought of taking him again, but when your fingers hooked on the band of his sweats to pull them down, Satoru stopped you.
"Princess, please" he tskd, dramatic as ever. "Ladies first"
And then he was pushing you back down, standing by the side of bed and pulling you by the legs until you were on the edge.
You parted them willfully as Satoru lowered himself in between, kneeling on the floor. His long pale fingers took their time tracing your shins, your thighs, your waist – before pulling your trousers out of the way with dilated, needy pupils.
"You're so beautiful" he whispered once your lower half was fully exposed, and he leaned over to help you with your top too – leaving another kiss on your lips in the meantime, because he just couldn't help himself.
This was a position you had been in so many times before, but your heart beat like it had been the first.
Naked and splayed out on your shared bed, waiting for your lover.
Satoru's eyes cast downwards, taking in your figure. His white hair covered his face when he tilted his head down, overwhelmed. "I missed you so much" he whispered, fingers ghosting over your collarbone, your breasts, your navel.
"I missed you too, Toru" you replied, choking on the emotion far more than you had anticipated.
His hands gripped you tighter then, and you could tell he was struggling to catch his breath. It was just a moment of vulnerability, of Gojo allowing you to see every bit of the yearning and hurt he had been trying so hard to conceal.
But then he steadied himself, and when his eyes locked back on yours, he was anything but pained.
"I'm going to make you feel so good" he promised, smug as ever. "Not letting you leave this bed tonight"
He kissed your neck as he said it, pulling your thighs around his waist so you could feel every inch of his still clothed erection rubbing against you, bursting with need.
"It's not even midday" you chuckled, enjoying the way his words made you feel.
"Exactly" he winked, finally taking his place back between your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders. "Hope you had a big breakfast, princess" he teased.
You laughed, but you knew well enough that Gojo was fully capable of keeping you pinned under him for days on end if you let him.
"Did you?" you teased back, rolling your hips for him as he bit his lips at the sight.
"I'm about to" he exhaled, diving in like a man starved.
The second the flat of his tongue touched your folds, your body arched at the sensation. Satoru brought a hand to your waist to steady you, but he didn't let it stop him – if anything, your overwhelmed moans only encouraged him further.
"Fuck" he moaned, eyes rolling back. "Taste so fucking good baby"
"S-satoru" you complained, every nerve ending on fire at how eagerly he lapped at you, drinking you up. "Too much" you whimpered.
"None of that, pretty" he moaned. "Be a good girl for me"
Your tights clenched around his head at his words, making him let out a delicious groan. Satoru still knew exactly how to touch you to make you see stars, eating you out so expertly all you could do was relax and let him take you, feeling your insides begin to uncoil in overwhelming, delicious pleasure.
He was always good at making you come – but you couldn't remember the last time it had happened this fast.
You were sure he'd never let you hear the end of it, you thought fondly.
And sure enough, Satoru's head peeked up from between your legs, blue eyes blinking into focus, face all wet with your slick. "Already?" he teased, opening that usual cheese eating grin. "Guess you really did miss me"
You laughed, body completely relaxed as you came down from the first, unexpectedly quick orgasm.
You shouldn't even have been surprised – Gojo always ate you out like it was a competition.
All this time and you hadn't even realised how badly you needed this again.
"You ok?" Satoru checked, kissing your inner thighs, and you nodded a blissful yes. "Good" he bit your skin playfully.
"Again"
You pushed your head up to look at him, but he was moving too quick again, diving right into your folds again as if he hadn't just pulled an earth shattering orgasm out of you seconds ago.
"T-toru" you whimpered, pulling his white hair.
"That's it" he moaned, enjoying how you rocked your hips against him. "Use me, baby"
Your dragged your hips over him and he moaned in delight, licking into you, around you, sucking and making out with your cunt like it was your mouth. Saoru was desperate for your taste, and now that he had it, there was no way he was letting it go.
He was addicted to you.
Had been this whole damn time.
And he just wanted to make you feel good.
Your whimpers grew louder and louder and louder, overstimulated to the limit but unable to stop yourself. Satoru just knew you like the back of his hand.
So when another orgasm hit, he also knew he needed to be gentler this time.
"Shh, I know baby, I know" he cooed as your body trembled on the bed, rubbing circles over your thighs. "Took it so well– god you look gorgeous like that"
You were sure you looked like a flushed, sweaty mess, but Satoru looked at you like a precious piece of art.
A tiny laugh escaped you when you nudged him to come meet you on the mattress, and Satoru didn't wait. He laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest, extremely pleased with himself. "You sure you alright, pretty?" he chuckled at the way you clung to him, shaking still.
Your response was a hum and a tug at his sweatpants, annoyed that he was half dressed still. "Come here" you poked his abs with a playful pout.
"Yeah?" Satoru grinned, moving so he was on top of you. "What does my girl want?"
My girl.
Yeah. That sounded about right.
"Want you" you pouted, rubbing your palms all over his broad chest.
Fuck he was still so gorgeous.
Perfectly sculpted, defined, big in all the right places. You used to stare at his frame and wonder how the hell did you get this lucky – and the thought of being able to do that again made you happier than you could have predicted.
You hoped to spend the rest of your life wondering how the hell you two got this lucky.
Satoru removed his sweats with a chuckle, revealing the swollen and already leaking erection he had been hiding, looking almost painful. And you bit your lips, parting your legs, practically begging him to come in.
Satoru readjusted with a kiss to your cheek, towering over you. He stroked himself as he started dragging his cock over your slit, over and over, coating himself in you and making you moan whenever he touched your clit. "Sensitive?" he asked, dragging himself again over the overactive bundle of nerves.
"Y-yeah" you whimpered, but it felt too good.
"And why is that?" he teased, pushing your legs over to your chest, starting to line his tip with your entrance.
He was taking it far too slow, enjoying how you were already coming undone under him.
And on top of it all, the smug bastard wanted to hear you say it.
"Because you made me cum" you bit your lip, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.
The ego on this man, honestly.
You loved it though.
Loved the way Satoru grinned, adding just a little more pressure, but still not sliding all the way in like you needed. "How many times?" he asked, smug.
You could have slapped him, but you knew he would have liked that.
"Twice" you rolled your eyes, nails digging onto the pillow behind your head as you kept circling your hips, willing him in already.
"That's right" he bit his lip, watching how impatient you were. "You're so needy, baby" he chuckled, finally pushing inside.
The stretch had you curling inwards, all breath leaving your lungs as Satoru took his sweet time sinking inside of you, feeling your walls struggle to take him in.
"Made for me" he hummed, kissing along your jaw, starting to move his hips slowly. "Fuck baby, you're so tight"
And he didn't even have to say it, but you could see from that smug look on his face how relieved he was that he still had that effect on you.
"You're too big" you dug your nails into his back, and Satoru stilled his hips again, letting you adjust.
"I know baby" he kissed your cheek again. "I got you" he said, taking his hand to your clit, rubbing slowly, carefully, helping you relax. "That's it, let me in"
His name fell from his lips as Satoru finally bottomed out, both of you overwhelmed with lust and joy. You didn't even dare to dream you'd have him again – of being so completely full of Satoru again.
He was right – you were made for each other.
You didn't know when you started crying, but Satoru was right there kissing every tear away. "I got you" he repeated, closing his arms across your back, hips still completely still.
He didn't mind that you were crying at all, even if you weren't sure why. It wasn't pain or the overstimulation. Maybe it was just…relief.
"Satoru" you let out a wet chuckle, cupping his cheeks. "I missed you so fucking much"
Satoru swallowed thickly, nodding. "Me too, beautiful" he whisspered. "Don't ever leave me again" he pleaded.
It almost hurt to feel him beg for you like that, but it was overshadowed by the overwhelming joy of being with him again.
"No" you shook your head, letting the tears streak past your smile. "Never"
Satoru leaned in, kissing you like he had to absorb the words you had just said. His hands interlaced with yours, pining them to either side of your head.
"Can I?" he asked, and with your nod, he started to move.
Satoru Gojo felt so fucking good.
And for all the heat and desire in both of you, this wasn't rushed – it wasn't just sex, wasn't just two people making up. Satoru made love to you exactly like he had dreamed of doing for the months where you hadn't been together. When you had lied to yourself and tried to convince yourself you could be with anyone else.
Slow, tender, sensual – everything in the way you two moved was a promise.
You were willing to try again.
Really try again.
And when he ripped another orgasm out of you and held you flush against his sweaty chest, the two of you cried and laughed in relief and exhilaration and love.
You weren't even sure how many hours had passed, but you weren't counting. You wanted to be here forever.
Satoru looked at you, kissing your lips over and over, enjoying how your eyelids were heavy, swimming in the pleasure he gave you.
"Again?" he asked.
You should have known you wouldn't leave this bed for the days to come.
my loves i actually can't believe we are here... i got a little emotional writing this, after everything my babies have been through.... FINALLY ߹𖥦߹ this story has been in the works for months now and i know my gojo girls have been waiting this whole time for this!!! thank you so much for your support, it means the world and I HOPE YOU LIKED IT <3
this story splits off from chapter 13 of silver springs
pairing f!reader x rebound!choso
content mdni!, fleetwood mac inspired au, mostly choso pov, fluffff, some angst, jealousy, the band is all here, timeskip, anxiety, alcohol, poor choso is an overthinker, kissing, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, reminiscing
The morning dew shone through the half open window; a soft breeze to match the hazy light coming in from the outside. Choso's room was quiet, peaceful, filled with nothing but the sounds of deep inhales and birds chirping far away.
The first thing Choso felt was a warmth right next to him on the bed, and his lips instinctively formed a smile before he was even fully conscious. His arms brought the warmth closer, pulling it tight towards him, and when his brain finally caught up – his smile grew wider.
You were still here.
His arms were around your waist, your face buried on his chest. Choso loved having you snug against him like this, but with every exhale he feared he'd disturb your peaceful rest. So he just made sure he took shallow little inhales instead, happy to be a pillow for as long as you needed him to.
Waking up like this was always his ideal way to start the day.
And months had passed, but this never failed to feel surreal.
To share his bed with you, without worrying about sneaking away in the morning. To walk around with your hand in his and not be scared of rumors that may arise. To have the girl of his dreams right in his arms, and watch the way you smiled when he was the first thing you saw upon waking up.
Life had been awfully nice to Choso lately, he felt.
But there was a little thing tugging at him still.
There was no doubt in his, or anyone's minds for that matter, that you were together. But… he hadn't exactly asked.
And every day that went by had him worrying you secretly resented him for it.
It was ridiculous, he knew – you spent most days together, most nights together too. Yuuji had even already asked about an engagement, but that's when Choso confessed to his brother he hadn't even asked if you wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend yet.
Truth be told, he didn't think it was that big of a deal.
But apparently he was wrong.
Because Yuuji's face crack would have been downright comical if it didn't make Choso feel like a complete idiot.
He wasn't good with things like this! It's not like he ever had a girlfriend before. He didn't need labels, he just needed…well, you. In whatever capacity you were comfortable with.
It's not like you didn't know he was completely yours. Hell, he had even said those three little words already – though so long ago now, the two of you pretended it hadn't happened. It's not that Choso hadn't meant them then, but… maybe it just hadn't been the right time.
Choso would have groaned at the memory, if he wasn't so scared of waking you up.
So he forced the embarrassment down and went back to the main thing that had been plaguing his mind lately – the way Yuuji's confused reaction to your relationship's lack of "title" had brought about an unstoppable spiral of anxiety for the past week.
Now that he thought about it – it was his brothers fault, really.
"Does she know you guys are together?" Yuuji had asked, his eyebrows drawn up judgmentally. The question that now rung in Choso's mind, over and over and over as his body instinctively pulled you just a little closer.
Tch. Of course you knew you were together.
Choso just wanted to… make sure.
You know, as a formality.
He was totally not freaking out about it.
Totally.
He sighed deeply, annoyed at himself for letting his rampant thoughts run away from him again. Reality was, you were right here. In his arms.
He'd talk to you about it. Soon, he decided. Just to quiet the doubts his brother had put in his head.
But right now, it would have to wait.
After all, tonight was your big night.
A big celebratory dinner for your upcoming EP.
Choso hadn't been surprised at all when all those labels started getting in touch with you, following the self produced songs you had released. They were phenomenal, some of your best work – even if they were about someone else.
And considering all the drama from the band's fallout and how you basically disappeared off the face of the earth soon after, he knew it was only a matter of time until you got approached for another project. You were any marketing manager's dream.
What he was surprised about though, was that you had come to him for advice.
"Do you think I should do this?" you had asked one night, after getting off the phone with the fourth label executive in the span of only a week. Your voice was uncertain, and you bit your lower lip in that way that indicated your thoughts were racing.
So Choso had pulled you right onto his lap, locking his arms around your waist to hold you close instead. "Do you want to?" he asked you.
"I don't know" you sighed, leaning into him. Choso loved when you just let yourself melt on top of him like that, and he was glad your face had been buried on the crook of his neck – so he could at least hide the way you still made his cheeks grow bright red.
"You could just go to a meeting" he had whispered against your hair, thumb tracing small circles over your skin. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to"
That had given you pause, and you stayed like that for a little while. Just Choso holding you, and you letting yourself be held.
And then you asked the question that almost made him tear up.
"Will you come to the meeting with me?"
Just thinking about it made his pulse race all over again. Choso never wanted anything more than for you to trust him like that. To lean on him, to let him hold some of the anxiety for you.
"Of course" he said, kissing the top of your head. You nodded, and that was that.
You didn't even know how much it had meant for him.
But really, it meant everything.
Choso wishes he could tell you how proud of you he was – the way you had carried yourself in those meetings, with him as your rock, right by your side in each one. It was a long process, and for most of the time, you weren't even sure you were ready to do it all again.
Some nights you cried in his arms, finally telling him about how it had felt when you were in the eye of the storm. Fame terrified you. Cameras, fans, paparazzi – it was all too much. You enjoyed the privacy you had conquered far too much to give it away like that.
But somedays, he'd catch you jolting down song lyrics on the little notebook he had gotten you for your birthday. Would come home late from his music teaching job, to find you strumming your guitar, completely absorbed in whatever melody you had just conjured up.
There was no denying this was your passion. Your calling, what you were born to do – it was how you made sense of the world.
Your voice.
He hated how the industry had taken it away from you. Hated how grueling it had been. But you were letting it out now, both by opening up to him and through your new songs, and that was something.
But every attempt at pulling away from music was like you lost a part of yourself.
Choso tried to explore possible ventures with you. You considered writing for other people, but it didn't feel right. Considered teaching like he was doing, but you didn't have the patience for it.
Right when you were about to let it go completely and find some 9 to 5 job, your phone rang again. Another manager, you mouthed to him as you rolled your eyes. But he noticed the little flickers in your expression – your eyebrows drawing close, your head cocking to the side, the way you bit your lip.
Choso knew you well enough to know this one had said something right.
And when you smiled at him after you both left that meeting room a couple days later, Choso knew.
This was the one.
They proposed a contract that actually treated you like a human. Imagine that. With actual say in your schedule, your team, your marketing. It sounded like a dream from the get go, but it didn't mean you didn't put them through endless negotiations too.
If you were doing this again, you were doing it your way.
And again, Choso was there for you. Every step of the way. In every meeting, and every time you second guessed if this was the right call. Every win you celebrated, and every late night the anxiety made you cry in his arms.
But when the contracts were signed and everything was set, all the nerves dissipated.
Watching you jolt down your signature on the thick paper reminded him of the first contract you had all signed together. You weren't kids anymore, blindly accepting whatever the label threw your way because you just couldn't believe your luck. You were both all grown up now.
And Choso revered the woman you had become, so sure of herself and confident. But when you dropped the pen and cast your eyes up, looking for him, he felt like that kid again. Completely, utterly, desperately enamored by you, his heart beating just as fast as it had years ago.
You still shone so bright it overshadowed everything else in a room. Just like back then.
All he could offer was a smile and a nod before all the executives wanted to shake your hands. But it said everything that needed to be said. I'm proud of you.
Of course, work was just beginning.
Who could blame him for letting the "label" question escape his mind, anyway? It had been a busy last few months.
You were releasing the same songs you already had, but they needed some professional re-recordings now. Everything was to be more clean, but you still insisted on keeping the independent feel they had before. So you told your team there were only two people you trusted to produce with you.
Which meant, of course – Choso and Yuuji.
When you started the band all those years ago, no one ever thought one day they'd be all working on your solo EP together. But this was the part that Choso loved the most – creating with you. Making art, practicing in your bedroom before taking it to the studio, fine tuning and trying out new things.
The end product was as incredible as one would expect. And most importantly, it was so you.
And tonight would be a celebration of that.
Even the decisions around the launch party, it had been led by you every step of the way – it was to be a private event, friends and family only, no cameras. A night where you could relax and celebrate with people who supported you, not wanted something from you.
Choso was so, so proud.
Life had been busy. But he wouldn't have had it any other way.
"What do you think?" you asked, turning around to let Choso catch every inch of the beautiful outfit you decided to wear.
All thoughts seemed to evaporate from his brain in an instant.
"Cho?" you chuckled, snapping his attention to reality again.
"You look incredible" he said, bringing a large palm to your waist.
"You say that every time" you rolled your eyes playfully, but Choso was already leaning down to silence you with a kiss.
"Because it's the truth" he said, closing his lips on yours in a feather light kiss that lingered far longer than he intended.
Your hands had come up to cup his cheek, then tangling in his dark hair like you knew he loved – how was he meant to break the kiss when you did that?!
So he hummed into it, deepening the kiss with a long exhale as you let yourself lean back with him, your lips smiling against his.
He'd stay like this forever, if you let him.
"Don't make me late, Choso Kamo" you pouted, making him red from his neck to the tips of his ears.
"I'm sorry" he said instead, finally pulling back. Choso's hands smoothed down your outfit again, all traces of where his fingers had held you tight, gone.
You smiled, starting to turn around to look at yourself in the mirror again. But not before leaving the softest of kisses right on his cheek.
Choso gulped, paralyzed, as you continued admiring the outfit, deciding which bag you wanted to go with it.
Was this a good time to bring it up?
No, surely not. You deserved better than a "by the way, you're my girlfriend, right?"
Idiot, he chided himself.
You had too much on your mind already. He could bring it up later, when you were both relaxing in bed together. It didn't need to be this serious.
Why was he making it this serious?!
Choso lowered his head to his hands, dragging them along his face and trying to quiet his mind. But then you turned to him again, and everything else faded away.
"Are you ready?" you smiled.
Choso nodded.
He'd go wherever you wanted him to.
Around twenty minutes later, the two of you reached the bar you had chosen for your event. It was a small thing, secluded, with a nice garden that extended out the back with a fire pit and fairy lights.
Cozy was the best way to describe it.
And judging by the amount of cars already parked, most people seemed to be already here.
"Are you ready?" it was Choso's turn to ask this time, his car coming to a stop. He had noticed the way you had been a little quiet for the whole ride, but he understood when you needed some space to just be with your own thoughts.
It didn't mean every part of him didn't want to know what was going through your head, though.
So he brought a large palm to your thigh, caressing it softly as you finally turned to face him, resting your head on the backrest. "Can you believe we're actually doing this?" you huffed out, almost a whisper despite the confined space you two were already in.
"I can" Choso answered, digging his fingers a little deeper into your thigh. "You were always too good to stay hidden"
You smiled at that, bringing your hand to rest on top of his on your leg. "Always so sweet" you teased, but the look on your face was grateful.
Choso let out a small chuckle, bringing his gaze down or else he'd completely melt under yours. "We can stay here for as long as you like" he reassured. "It's totally fine to be nervous"
"I'm not nervous" you scrunched your nose, but when Choso raised an eyebrow at you, you let out a low grunt and threw yourself on his shoulder. "Fine, maybe a little"
"Come here" he hummed, readjusting you so he could wrap an arm around your middle. His lips found the top of your head, leaving a small kiss there that made you swoon. "As long as you need – I mean it"
You allowed yourself to relax fully onto his chest, your cheek squished against the nice shirt he had chosen for your special day. "If we don't go in soon, Yuuji might drink the whole bar dry" you mumbled.
And Choso practically jumped at that. "You really think he'll–"
"I'm joking" you poked his chest, laughing against him and perfectly picturing his "worried big brother" face. "Relax a little, will you" you taunted, pressing further into him.
"I'm sorry" he whispered, smoothing your hair down. "It's been hard to relax these past few days"
"Yeah?" you asked, turning your head a little to peek up at him. "You nervous about the party too?"
"No" he chuckled, turning your head around so you'd go back to the original position. It was much easier to caress your hair that way. "Something's been on my mind, I guess" he admitted.
You took a moment to reply to that. "Something bad?"
"No, nothing like that" Choso was quick to reassure. "Nothing bad"
You pressed your palms to his chest to push yourself up, still close enough that you took his breath away, but eye to eye now. "What is it?" you asked, scanning his face for answers.
You looked so beautiful.
He didn't want to let his anxiety affect you.
"It's nothing bad" he said again, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'll tell you after?"
"Ok" you pursed your lips at him, not seeming to trust it completely.
So Choso leaned forwards, sealing the promise with a kiss to your lips that immediately seemed to put you on a much better mood.
"I'm so proud of you" Choso said. He never wanted to stop saying it.
But even if he had already said it a hundred times this day alone, it still made all the blood rush to your cheeks.
So you smiled, biting your lower lip, but not with anxiety this time. "Let's go now, or we're never making it out this car"
Choso chuckled, following you out the door – despite the fact that threat sounded very much like all he wanted right now.
"Have you asked yet?" were the first words out of Yuuji's mouth the second the two of them were alone.
Choso had begrudgingly let you go not long ago. He didn't have much choice when your new manager came straight to you, to extend her congratulations and share the good news about the numbers you were already doing on social media from the announcement alone.
He knew you didn't really care, but it was nice to hear nonetheless. You were the star of the night, after all.
And the way you looked back at him any chance you could did make Choso feel a lot better about it.
So now he was sitting on a bar stool, next to his brother who did have a sort of overly excited energy about him and a slight slur to his words… maybe you weren't wrong about the whole drinking thing.
The only thing that ever got Choso's mind away from you, was his family.
"How many of these did you have?" he tried his best to sound stern, eyeing the cocktail glass on his little brother's hand.
"Don't worry about it" Yuuji waved it off with a dazed smile. Choso was sure the answer was too many. "Did you hear my question?"
Unfortunately, he had.
"I'll do it tonight" Choso grunted, hiding his face behind the glass of whisky he had in his hand. The liquour went down burning, but the coolness of the glass did offer some relief where he rested it on his forehead.
"Why is it so hard?" Yuuji complained, throwing an arm over his brother's. "It's not like it's a secret anymore"
Choso side eyed his brother, feeling his heart clench at the memory of when it had been a secret, and how Yuuji had come to find out. Maybe this was the whole problem – announcing it to the world might make things hard again. Maybe Choso never quite let go of the fear from back then.
"It's not hard" he shook his head though. "It's all I ever wanted"
The honesty in his voice made Yuuji pull his brother in tighter, letting out a sigh. "Is it because of Gojo?"
"Why would it be because of Gojo?" Choso spat immediately.
"I don't know, just asking" Yuuji shrugged. "Maybe you feel guilty about before and don't think you deserve her so you're auto sabotaging and–"
"You're drunk" Choso cut his brother off.
Since when did Yuuji become this insightful when drunk out of his mind?
He was sure he wouldn't even remember this conversation.
Where the hell was all this coming from?!
"Whatever, man" Yuuji shrugged, downing more of the cocktail.
But even though he didn't want to admit it, the words did hit Choso more than he thought they would.
Guess if he was having this conversation with anyone, his brother was the ideal option. Even if he was a little drunk.
"Maybe…" Choso started, looking down to where his fingers held on to the glass. "I'm scared she'll say no"
The words felt as hard to say as they were to think, and Choso couldn't really look at his brother as he said it. His gaze stayed locked downwards, focused on his hand, worried any flicker of his eyes might give away how scared he actually was.
You had already not chosen him once, right?
What if this was all too good to be true?
But Yuuji turned to his big brother, eyebrows drawn close. "That's crazy" he spat, like he couldn't even fully comprehend the thought process.
"I know" Choso exhaled. "But with the way everything went… I don't know" he confessed.
A few memories swirled his mind, together with the alcohol. That night you came to him crying, after your fight with Gojo. How you had trusted him, let him hold you while you cried. Weeks later, when you shared your first kiss and the whole world seemed to open up to him.
When he told you he loved you.
Choso grunted, throwing his head back with the rest of his whisky.
This was all too much for a night like this.
Choso was meant to be here to celebrate you, not get stuck on his own insecurities. It was your night. He refused to get sucked in by his own worries.
So he lifted his gaze, looking for you among the crowd.
Across the big room, you had finally managed to get away from your new team. They were all very excited, and in a way, it was contagious. But you were also grateful for just a moment of respite, resting your back against the cool wall near the corridor that led to the garden.
Maybe some fresh air would do you well, you thought.
But before you could make your way outside, a recognizable voice called your name.
"How's the big rockstar doing?" Satoru asked, approaching you with his usual charm. Dark shades pushed onto his white hair, blue eyes in full display.
You hadn't seen him in months. And now that you thought about it… you hadn't really thought about him in months either.
You used to think there would never be a day where that happened.
"Says you" you replied, turning to him with a smile. Satoru opened his arms, a little awkwardly, sure, but you accepted the hug. "I hear you're working on something too?"
"Yeah. Label thinks we should push to release near yours" he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand that had just been around you. "I told them to fuck off"
"What?" you narrowed your eyes with a surprised laugh.
"I want you to have your moment" he smiled kindly. "It shouldn't have anything to do with me"
"That's…" you started, unsure of what you even wanted to say. "That's nice of you"
And it was. Of course his label would be dying to use the publicity, this was an opportunity too good to pass. You could already see the tabloids exploiting it – pitting the two exe's against each other, dissecting every word on each album.
The fact Satoru had pushed back against it… yeah, it meant a lot, actually.
"Don't mention it" Gojo waved it off.
You smiled gratefully, but soon noticed your eyes were drifting over his shoulder, looking for someone you hadn't even realised you were looking for. It was just something you did now – looked for Choso in the crowd whenever you started to feel a little unsure.
Your brain just defaulted to the safest person you knew.
And you found him, sitting on a stool next to Yuuji, who was talking his ear off about something, waving a tall glass in his hand. You chuckled at the sight, but Choso didn't seem to mind his brother at all.
He just put his palm up, waving at you from across the room. Satoru must have noticed how you smiled, because his gaze followed yours.
But when he put his pale hand up to wave at Choso, the other immediately put his down.
"So" Satoru cleared his throat, seeming at least a little amused. "You're officially together, huh?"
You shuffled a little on your feet, finding it hard to look in his eyes. "Something like that" you swallowed, only just now realising you hadn't really had that conversation. Maybe you'd ask about him later.
But right now – this was another conversation you should have had long ago.
"I'm sorry–" you started to say.
"Stop" Satoru waved it off, taking a sip of the glass of water he had in his hands. "You don't need to do that"
"Still–"
"It's been over a year" he smiled kindly. "I'm happy for you"
Oh.
Hearing him say it made your stomach turn in a way you didn't expect.
"I never meant to hurt you" you exhaled, voice small and still full of guilt. "And I promise there was never anything when we were together"
Satoru exhaled sharply, relaxing a little as you tried to put his fears to bed. "Thank you for saying that" he nodded, voice a little strained.
The air had somehow shifted between the two of you. You doubted there would ever be a day where you could have casual conversations like this and not feel at least a little bit awkward.
But you did hope that day would come, and you could be friends again.
"How have you been, anyway?" you tried to change the subject, taking a good look at him finally. Satoru looked great – and not in the "pretending for the cameras" great; great like he was actually looking after himself.
It was quite the change,
"Good. Really good" Gojo smiled, and you believed him. "Giving this sobriety thing a proper go" he motioned to the glass.
"I can see" you chuckled. "I'm proud of you"
"Don't look at me like that" he pursed his lips, but his blue eyes locked on you for just a moment before forcing them away; still too much tenderness there.
You'd always have a soft spot for him too.
"I'm happy you're here, Satoru" you said, honest.
And he seemed more happy than he could say that you told him that.
"I'm glad you invited me"
"Is this a reunion I wasn't invited to?" his best friend cut in then, giving you a gentle squeeze to the shoulder that almost made you jump.
"Hey, Sugu" you smiled, immediately turning around to give him a hug too. Of course, wherever Gojo was, Suguru was soon to follow.
The three of you quickly were engrossed in conversation, anything from your new EP, to what they were working on, to what you had been up to these past few months. It felt nice. Familiar, in the best way.
Half the band was here, while the other half watched from across the room. Yuuji was still going on about some nonsensical story, but Choso had his eyes only on you – and the two men on either side of you.
You offered him a smile again, motioning for him to come and join you.
And Choso nodded, but his hands were balling into fists to try and get a hold of all the feelings he had inside right now.
He shouldn't be jealous. He trusted you. But he guessed that feeling when you chose Satoru first would never quite go away.
Choso wanted you two to be friends. He really did.
He just… had to quiet that annoying voice in his mind first.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or the unexpected words of wisdom his little brother had come up with, but Choso was finally realising there was something he still needed to deal with, if he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
So he walked towards your group, leaving a confused Yuuji to follow along behind him.
"Hey" Choso called, relaxing a little when he saw your warm smile. You extended your hand to him, eager for him to take it, but surprisingly – he didn't.
He nodded to Satoru instead.
"Can I talk to you?" Choso asked your ex.
sorry for making you wait so long my choso girls! i hope you enjoyed it <3 im very excited to hear your thoughts!
pairing lord!satoru gojo x f!reader x lord!suguru geto
synopsis in a world that places your "duties" as a woman above your own agency and desires, the only possible solution you saw to escape an arranged marriage to satoru gojo was running away. perhaps on the journey you would find someone who shared more of your values and ambitions, or perhaps you might learn more about the man you rejected so rashly
content mdni!, historical au, brontë inspired, falling in love, very flirty suguru lol, mystery and horror elements, mentions of death, slow burn, arranged marriage, angst, fluff, eventual smut, multiple endings, complicated relationships, hurt and comfort, heavy pining
dividers by @enchanthings & art by @/ogata69
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chapter three: under stars
wc: 4k
You shouldn't feel so nervous.
Surely Suguru had invited you to the trip as a formality. A peace offer, almost. A way to make you feel more welcome, after his sisters did everything in their power for you to feel the opposite.
Who knew young girls could be so aggravating.
You feared their judgemental looks and snarky remarks would have been the thing keeping you up at night, but… no. Right now, laying in the comfortable silken bedsheets of the Geto estate, those two were the last thing on your mind.
It was someone else that had a hold over your thoughts.
You rolled around and around and around but you still couldn't shake the images away.
Suguru's long strands, and how they had tickled your skin when you stood so close.
The way those fox like eyes of his looked into yours like they knew everything about you already. Every secret, every hidden desire, all plain for him to see.
The curve of his bicep when he offered you his arm…
Your mind went to places you didn't trust that night. Unladylike places.
Was it so wrong to imagine how his touch felt? How his tongue tasted? How his lips felt against your own, and your neck, and your–
No.
That was far too much.
Cursing at your own indecency, you decided getting up for a late night stroll would be the best thing to do. Focus your mind on something else. Explore the real world, instead of your inner one.
Plus, this was a kind of independence you weren't used to – in your normal life, your family would have scolded and punished you for wandering the halls in the dark.
But as Suguru's guest, you had all the freedom you craved.
It thrilled you a little to take advantage of that.
Would this newfound liberty be short lived? Were people out trying to find you already? Was it only a matter of time, before this new life was ripped from you?
And would Suguru protect you if it came to that?
You weren't quite sure.
The moonlight reflected on the silk as you covered yourself in the thin robe – another present from Suguru. Did he treat all his guests with such kindness?
The lavish material matched the walls and your blue bedsheets, almost making it feel like you just belonged in this environment of the Geto estate. Like you fit right in.
Your feet stepped closer to the wall, the wooden floors cold against your bare feet. Turning the doorknob as gently as you could, you finally stepped out into the long corridor.
It almost seemed endless at this hour. Unnervingly so.
You kept a hand on the wall to your right to steady yourself, your gown flowing far behind you with the midnight air, as you continued your midnight exploration.
You wished you had at least brought a candle with you, something to light the way. Although you didn't want to risk bringing attention to yourself – the worst thing that could happen was waking up one of the girls, and having to hear their condescending scolding about sneaking around their home.
Well, it was your home for the time being, too. You probably should explore.
Suguru had made sure you felt nothing but comfortable, but right now, you couldn't help but consider the things you didn't know.
The whole place was a mystery, now that you thought about it.
A dim light shone from under the door frame in the furthermost room, catching your attention. Was this Suguru's room?
Why was he still awake at this hour?
You moved even more slowly now, careful with the sound of your footsteps. If Suguru was to discover you again, he might just think running away was a habit of yours.
Not that it would be so bad, you smirked at the prospect; and the memory of him standing tall on horseback with the moon shining just behind.
Your ethereal saviour, sent from above to rescue you.
Part of you did want him to open that door, tease you, offer you company and tea again. But this was all fantasy, of course. You didn't want to risk offending him – such a thoughtful man would have surely assumed the bed wasn't to your standards.
So you tiptoed along as lightly as you could, all the way down the long staircase that led to the grand entrance.
It was odd for such an estate to not have many servants. From what you had heard, the Geto's were wealthy, and used to have quite the reputation back in the day.
What could have happened to turn such a man into a recluse?
Your mind tried to fill in the gaps as you walked among the tall ceilings and lavish statues decorating the path. All expensive and imposing, but looking somewhat… abandoned.
Cold, even.
Finally, you found somewhere you were keen to explore. The study – with all those books and portraits that were surely to help you piece together the story about this family.
The door was heavy when you pushed it, and you only managed to open a small gap before the sound got too loud. You fit through just about, carefully pulling the fabric of your gown up as to not risk ripping Suguru's present.
In the moonlight, the study was like out of a dream.
The tall windows meant you could see the reflection of the stars shining through them, illuminating colourful spines and paintings on the walls. Growing up, you would have given everything to live somewhere like this.
You wandered around, unsure of where to begin, until something finally caught your attention – a shelf of still images, framed as if they were paintings, but much smaller.
This recent invention was being called a photograph as you knew, and the Geto family must really have a lot of money to own that many.
Even considering your own status, you had only posed for one once or twice.
The Geto's, on the other hand, had a whole shelf dedicated to them – scenes from childhood; posing by the water, the two girls you taught looking much smaller next to their brother.
A young Suguru, just as handsome as the one you knew today, but with a jovial charm about him.
There was something else you also noticed – a smile much brighter than what you had seen from him in present day.
The young lad from these photographs didn't look like this recluse man at all.
Your eyes scanned through each one, unable to help the smile at such picturesque scenes of every day life.
In one, Suguru posed with two adults who looked just like him. His parents, perhaps. You suspected they were long gone, considering there wasn't ever a mention of them.
And then, another image – a young Suguru, smiling a wide smile, next to a white haired man you thought you recognised, and a lady of around the same age in the middle.
You squinted, leaning forwards, but it was hard to see in the dark.
Were they his friends? Cousins?
You could have sworn that man looked familiar.
Before you could inspect it any longer, a noise from the upstairs startled you. You lept backwards, hand reaching for your hammering heart, and tried to steady your breathing.
Was someone coming?
Were you found?
Why did everything about this place make you feel so bizarrely exposed?
Your head spun with assumptions, and you quieted them all with the reassurance that this was just unfounded fears, brought about by the dark hour. Whatever that noise was, it was far too late to be deciphering your landlord's past.
And this house had started to feel cold, the empty halls somehow larger.
You held your breath, waiting. Anticipating being found out again. But no one came.
Even when you put your head through the tight door opening, nothing was there.
Nothing but empty darkness.
Were there ghosts wandering around too?
Or was it just you?
The thought alone scared you, so you decided to run back up the stairs and find the safety of your bed as fast as you could.
There was no light coming in from Suguru's room this time.
"You're quiet today" Suguru murmured, voice hot against your ear. "Have you not slept well?"
While the answer would be yes – that wasn't the reason you had been silent all morning.
Despite your lack of sleep, you woke up nothing if not energised for the upcoming trip. Had chosen a dress you hoped he'd like, one of the many Suguru had offered you with your room. You had even come down earlier than expected, meeting him in the hall as he finished the preparations for your short excursion.
But then…
Suguru had insisted you only take one horse up the hill. Said there was no need for you to over exert yourself on what was meant to be a brief ride up the scenic hill.
He said he wanted you to relax.
Well.
You were anything but relaxed right now.
Because only one horse meant riding together. Meant your back to Suguru's chest, and his strong arms on each side of your middle as he held on to the reins.
But most distracting of all was your body between his legs.
His strong, thick thighs caging you in as the gallop made you brush against him more than you intended.
That's what had you flushed and your voice stuck in your throat.
He had to know what he was doing – right?
"Should we stop for some rest?" Suguru asked again, calling your name when you didn't respond.
"No!" you replied too quick, realising you had spent too long thinking about his thighs and ignoring his question. "I am fine"
"Are you sure?" he prodded, tightening his hold around your arms on a particularly steep incline.
He just didn't want you to fall off, surely. Suguru was a gentleman. You were the one lost in scandalous thoughts.
"I am sure" you swallowed thickly, focusing on the trees ahead.
What beautiful scenery, you thought, mustering all your might. Nice trees. Lots of then. Green. Thick. Like Suguru's arms– stop thinking about that!
"If the bed isn't to your liking, I could offer you another room" he said this time, voice almost concerned.
"The room is lovely" you corrected fast. "My mind was restless last night"
Suguru hummed, and you felt the vibration all the way down your back. "I suppose the estate can be unsettling at night" he muttered.
You wanted to brush it off and reply that it was lovely, but you didn't. It surprised you to hear Suguru recognised it too.
There was something about that house.
"You find it unsettling?" you asked, turning your head a little so you could see him.
His eyes were focused straight ahead, but when he noticed you looking, his stern face relaxed into a smile.
"Too many ghosts" he replied, clearly enjoying how your eyes had widened. "Metaphorically, of course" he chuckled at your reaction.
"Of course" you swallowed. It's not that you were particularly superstitious, but considering your whole life now resembled one of your novels, would ghosts really be such a strange phenomenon?
Still, you couldn't help but feel like Suguru was letting you in a little. For someone as reserved as he, maybe it meant he trusted you. And that made you even more flustered than his thighs.
Well, almost.
"Your parents?" you asked, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity, when he seemed willing to talk. A little daring, sure, but you were eager to know more about him.
And he nodded, surprising you. "They died a long time ago"
Suguru spoke with ease, but there was clearly some pain behind his words still.
"I am sorry" you muttered, looking at him again. You watched his adams apple bob up and down, the only physical sign of any discomfort in the subject.
"Don't be" Suguru smiled kindly. "Death is a natural thing"
His words made your blood run cold, but he didn't seem to mean to scare you. It was the reasoning of a man who had dealt with it far too much, you feared.
"You must miss them" you tried, hoping it wouldn't be the wrong thing to say.
And you felt Suguru exhale deeply, the motion of his chest expanding and releasing against your upper back. "Sometimes" he answered. "I suppose I miss how things used to be"
"And what was that like?"
You just couldn't help your curiosity about your handsome benefactor.
"Lively" Suguru replied, followed by a light chuckle. "Hard to picture, I know"
"Not that hard" you murmured, wondering what that might have looked like. "It's a large estate"
Did they use to have parties and people around to enjoy them?
"We had many guests then" he explained, seeming lost in memory. "Music… and laughter too, I suppose"
"Sounds heavenly" you smiled at him again, pleased when he did the same.
"It was" Suguru sighed.
"Did you throw any events or balls?" you tried to tease, enjoying how the memory had made his face all bright.
"Would you like me to?" he leaned down to you, a sly smile on his face.
"W-what?" you asked, confused.
"Throw a ball" he replied, like it was obvious. "Would that make it less unsettling?"
You were surprised by the suggestion, immediately facing forwards again so he couldn't see it in your face.
"I didn't say unsettling" you rebutted. "That was you"
Maybe it wasn't right to so outwardly tease your boss, but Suguru always seemed so terribly amused when you did.
"You didn't have to" he chuckled, and he was probably right. "Would a ball make my guest feel more comfortable?"
Did he have to sound so… alluring?
"Maybe" you muttered, considering. A ball sounded nice. Music, food, and dance. You pictured yourself dressed in a rich blue hue, hand resting on Suguru's arm as he pulled you across the floor. A hand on your hip, another holding yours, as the slow waltz captured the moment in an unforgettable dance.
And then reality came crashing down.
"I'd worry my family would find me" you sighed, disappointment all over it. The fantasy was nice, but reality wouldn't be so kind.
Best to be safe.
"Of course" Suguru hummed, noticing your frustration. "Mustn't forget I'm harboring a fugitive" he continued, leaning forwards to whisper the tease right into your ear again.
Maybe he was just trying to make you feel better, maybe not – but it worked.
"You make it sound like a crime" you laughed, careful to stare straight ahead so he couldn't read you with those knowing eyes of his.
"Some would consider it" he retorted, still lighthearted. "Not that I care"
He spoke as if he was your coconspirator. You suspected Suguru not only didn't care, but also enjoyed keeping your secret.
He was a mysterious man, Suguru Geto.
"You're kind to me" you mused, staring at your hands where they rested on your lap.
"Of course" Suguru replied. Then, a moment later, he spoke again. "I like you"
You didn't even know what to make of that.
His words, the way he spoke… they set fire to your very soul, making your chest ache and tremble all at once. It wasn't proper, and you cursed yourself for it, but you also couldn't help it.
"See" you laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment.
There was no doubt Suguru saw right through you.
"Kind enough to show you this beautiful scenery you're barely paying attention to" he teased, voice low again, making you feel special despite the fact there was no one else around to hear anyway.
"I-I am!" you protested, but he only laughed. "It's wonderful up here"
And it was, that much was true – the hill sloped just above the Geto estate, bringing the whole valley into view. The large, imposing home, and the tranquil lake next to it – with the way the sun shone above it, it almost looked like a painting.
What would you two look like in this painting, were it hanging in a museum? Would visitors interpret you as friends… or lovers?
Your heart really shouldn't have been beating so loud.
"We're almost at the top" Suguru said, bringing your attention back. "Are you hungry?"
"A little" you admitted, only now just noticing.
"I've packed some food" he smiled, almost prideful. "Here" the horse had come to a halt right on the edge of the hill, just by the cliff. From this up high, you could see the ocean far away, a beautiful shade of blue with speckles of light shining above.
You knew from up close the ocean could be a treacherous, deadly thing. But from here, it almost seemed calm.
Suguru jumped off the horse before you, extending a hand that you accepted gratefully.
His other came to your waist, only for half a second, helping you down. Your mind went straight to your daydreams about this ball, picturing how you'd dance together.
Suguru must be a good dancer, you thought.
But just a moment later, your feet were on the ground, and his hand had left you.
For the first time all morning, Suguru was separated from you. And you missed his heat like a part of you had been plucked out.
Idiot, you chided yourself.
"I can hear your thoughts from here" his words brought you back to the moment, your head snapping to where he was setting down a picnic blanket on the grass.
"I'm sorry" you said immediately, rushing to his side. "Let me help"
"No need" he waved it off, taking out a bag with little sandwiches prepared just for the occasion. "Why don't you tell me what's been on your mind all morning, instead?"
"I…" you started to say. You couldn't exactly tell him the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind, could you? But there was also no point in lying to him.
Somewhere in the middle, you decided. A little truth, and a little omission.
"It's been odd being away from home" you explained, settling next to him on the blanket. Suguru extended a sandwich, and you accepted it gratefully. "It's never been this long"
"That's understandable" he mused, taking a bite. "It was a brave thing you did"
"You think so?" you laughed, staring at the food in your hands instead of him. It looked delicious. Why did Suguru have to be such a good host, in every way?
"Of course" he said, lounging back on his elbows. And then his foot tapped yours, just slightly, urging you to pay attention to him. "Go on, try it"
You did. The taste was exquisite, as expected, and Suguru watched you so intently you suspected your approval actually did mean a lot to him.
"Do you like it?" he asked, surprisingly impatient.
"I do" you smiled. And so did he.
It almost made you shy, the way he was always making sure you were comfortable. Where you were from, that was the last of anyone's concern – you had a duty to fulfill, and that was that. No one bothered to ask how you felt about it.
But Suguru did.
"Good" he hummed, taking another bite himself. "I suppose it must be odd to live with a man"
You almost choked on the food with how matter of fact he was, all of a sudden. "I lived with my father" you tried to say, Suguru chuckling at the way you coughed the words out.
"You know that's not what I meant"
Of course you knew.
The polite part of you wanted to reject it, say it was no issue at all, say you appreciated him taking you in. You should never be ungrateful, you could almost hear your mother say.
But that would also be a lie. And Suguru could see right through those.
Maybe odd wasn't the right word, but it was certainly different. You had been around boys before, shared dances and flirted at parties, but never for quite this long. Never under the same roof.
Never with someone you were so attracted to.
"It's… unusual" you settled on, being honest with him. "I was never friends with boys growing up"
"Are we friends?"
The question almost made your heart skip a beat.
Your mind went back to the painting you imagined. How would an onlooker interpret the way Suguru caged you in on your way up the hill, his arms protective around you, the conversation flowing so easily?
But… what else could you possibly be?
"I'd like to think so" you replied.
"I am glad" Suguru smiled. "You should tell me if I'm overstepping, but I do enjoy our conversations. It sometimes gets… lonely, around here"
You felt for him then. Loneliness was a curse you also understood too well.
"I enjoy our conversations too" you quickly said. "And I am thankful"
Suguru exhaled, considering what you had just said. "I'd like you to feel at home" he nodded. "Just tell me what it is you need"
You smiled, believing him fully.
The two of you stayed that way for a moment, feeling the breeze against your skin, watching it blow Suguru's long dark strands away.
Almost a perfect day.
"Were you friends with girls growing up?" you asked shyly, not wanting to miss on the opportunity to get to know him.
But Suguru seemed to find your question awfully amusing. "Yes" he replied. "She was a good friend"
He stared far ahead, speaking the words into the sky. You noticed how he said was, and didn't think it right to pry. You had already asked about his dead parents earlier, and even if the case wasn't this extreme, you didn't want to prod along his bad memories.
"That's nice" you said instead, and he seemed grateful. "I don't suppose I have many friends"
He turned to you then, a little squint in his eyes. "What about all your parties?" he teased.
"You mean high society's peacocking?" you echoed his words from the day before, earning a small chuckle. "I have many acquaintances, sure, but I guess none of them would be my friends"
Suguru hummed like he understood. "You don't think they'd be there if you needed?" he asked.
"I know they wouldn't" you scoffed. "They probably think me a fool for running away from this marriage"
"Ah, yes" he chuckled. "The Gojo heir is quite the match"
"Is that disdain I sense?" you tried to tease, this time tapping his foot with yours.
But Suguru quickly shook his head, erasing the solemn look he had for just a second. "I just think he sounds like a fool" he sneered. "To not even propose in person"
You were glad someone else understood.
"Would you do it in person?" you asked, rolling the next sandwich in your hands instead of looking directly at him.
Suguru turned to you though, making his fox like eyes impossible to ignore. "Of course I would"
You swallowed thickly, feeling the sweat start to pool on your palms. Must he look so handsome while he said it?
"I'm sure she'll be a lucky woman" you muttered, immediately bringing the food to your lips in order to stop this conversation.
"That's kind of you to say" he smiled, watching you.
And then the attention was back on the breeze, on the sky, on the trees.
It really was a beautiful day, wasn't it?
Maybe this was a good omen, a bright beginning to your new life.
Why should you be scared anyway?
"Were you serious about the ball?"
Suguru's head cocked to the side, looking back at you, maybe even surprised that you had mentioned it again. "Of course" he smiled, pushing himself up to better meet your eyes. "Feeling braver?"
You chuckled at his question. Maybe not quite brave – but resourceful.
Why should your family stop you from having some fun, too?
"How about a masked ball?" you suggested.
Suguru's lips turned upwards into a bright, amused grin.
"A masked ball it is"
a/n i had so much fun writing this, and really hope you enjoyed the chapter!! i'm very excited for the next one and can't wait to hear your thoughts <3
