In honor of his birthday 🥹🫶🏻
The first rays of dawn painted the bedroom in a soft, golden hue, but it wasn’t the light that woke Satoru—it was the featherlight touch of kisses scattered over his face and neck.
“Mmm,” he groaned, still half-asleep, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as your warmth pressed against him. His hands instinctively found your waist, weakly pulling you closer even in his groggy state.
“Happy birthday, my beautiful, gorgeous, perfect angel baby boy,” you whispered between kisses, your lips brushing his temple, his cheek, and the curve of his jaw.
Satoru cracked one eye open, still heavy with sleep, and a soft laugh escaped him. “You’re really laying it on thick this morning,” he murmured, his voice raspy and low.
“Of course I am,” you replied, grinning as you kissed the tip of his nose. “You only turn thirty once, after all.”
His eyes shot open at that, and he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Noooo, don’t say that,” he protested, though it came out more like a whine.
You laughed, threading your fingers through his snow-white hair. “What? It’s true. You’re officially thirty now, old man.”
“I’m not old,” he argued, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke. “I look twenty. I feel twenty.”
“Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that, pretty boy,” you teased, leaning back just enough to cup his cheeks in your hands. His sleepy blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he pouted up at you.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled, his grin betraying his mock annoyance.
“Oh, I know,” you quipped, leaning in to steal another kiss.
Satoru hummed softly, his arms lazily circling your waist as he pulled you closer. "Actually, if I remember correctly," he started, the corners of his lips curling into a teasing smile, "I was born at exactly 5 p.m."
You pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t remember when you were born, silly. You were a baby.”
“Well, of course I remember,” he retorted dramatically, flipping his bangs back with a flair that didn’t quite fit his still-groggy state. “When I was born, the balance of power shifted. The heavens trembled, the earth stilled, and the world—"
“—blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,” you interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips with a playful grin.
Satoru’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he gently moved your hand away. “Actually,” he said smugly, “technically, I’m still 29 until 5 p.m. So, there’s still time to bask in my youthful glow.”
“Oh, keep yapping,” you teased, rolling your eyes as you laid your head on his chest, your weight settling comfortably on top of him. His heartbeat thudded steadily beneath your ear, a soothing reminder of his presence.
The playful atmosphere faded slightly as you sighed, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his shirt. “I’m glad you’re 30,” you murmured softly. “You gave me quite the scare last year.”
Satoru stilled for a moment, his hands tightening gently around you. He didn’t need to ask what you meant—he could feel the memory lingering between you, unspoken but heavy.
“Yeah,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter. “Sorry about that.”
You shook your head, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Don’t apologize. Just… thank you for being here. For making it to 30.”
His hand found its way to your hair, fingers threading through the strands as he whispered, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
You smiled, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could look at him properly. His sleepy blue eyes still held that sparkle of mischief, even as he smirked up at you. “Don’t worry, baby boy,” you said, brushing a strand of his snowy white hair from his face. “In what world is 30 old? This isn’t the 1930s. Thirty is not considered old at all.”
He snorted, rolling his eyes. “Uh-huh. Sure doesn’t feel that way with how you’re going on about it.”
You leaned in closer, giggling. “You’re just a beautiful, very young and very powerful man.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep going,” he drawled, his smirk widening as he rested his hands behind his head.
You couldn’t help but laugh as you played along. “Who’s got the prettiest big blue eyes in the whole world?” you cooed, running your fingers along his cheek.
“Me,” he answered smugly, grinning as if it were the most obvious thing.
“And the most perfect nose?” you teased, tapping the tip of it with your finger.
“Also me,” he chimed in, the corners of his lips quirking into a playful grin.
“And who has fluffy white hair that’s so soft and lashes that should be illegal because they’re, like, twice as long as mine?”
“Still me,” he chuckled, tilting his head back just enough to let you thread your fingers through his hair. His eyes fluttered shut, a soft hum escaping him as you scratched lightly at his scalp. “Mmm, keep doing that, and I might start thinking you really like me or something.”
You laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Might start? Please, you already know you’re my favorite person.”
“Favorite person?” he repeated, cracking one eye open to give you a sly look. “Not just your favorite person, right? Your most beautiful, angelic, awe-inspiring person?”
You rolled your eyes with a grin. “Yeah, yeah, don’t push it, Gojo.”
“Too late,” he quipped, leaning up just enough to kiss the tip of your nose.
Satoru leaned back against the pillows, his smirk widening as he looked up at you. “Please, keep telling me all the things you love about me,” he purred, voice dripping with mock arrogance. “Don’t stop now, my love. Enlighten me.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, tapping his chest. “You know what? Since it’s your birthday, I’ll humor you, baby boy.”
He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. “Oh, this should be good.”
“Who’s my perfect, six-foot-three angel of a man?” you asked, your fingers tracing lazy circles over his collarbone.
“Meeee,” he sang, grinning smugly.
“And who’s hella ripped with, like, the most god-like body I’ve ever seen?” You exaggerated the statement with a dramatic sweep of your hands, as though you were presenting a masterpiece.
His eyes sparkled with amusement. “I mean, go on. Don’t hold back now.”
“I’m just so, so blessed to love on this perfect body every night,” you said, dragging out the words for emphasis. “To worship those abs, these arms…” You ran your hands over his chest and shoulders, biting back a grin when you felt him tense slightly under your touch. “I mean, wow. How am I so lucky?”
“Alright, now you’re just goofing around,” he laughed, though you could see the light blush creeping onto his ears. “But I’ll allow it. It’s my birthday, after all.”
“Oh, but don’t forget,” he added, leaning in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a teasing drawl, “only one person gets to sleep with the strongest. That’s you, my love. You should feel very honored that the Honored One plows your fields with my massive rake.”
You froze for half a second, blinking at him. Then you burst into laughter, collapsing onto his chest as he laughed along with you. “You’re such an idiot!” you choked out between giggles. “Who even says that?”
“The Honored One does,” he said smugly, his arms wrapping around you to keep you pinned against him.
Once your laughter subsided, you propped yourself up again, looking into his eyes. “I do love your body, Satoru,” you said softly, your fingers grazing over the faint scars he carried from his recent battles. “Not just because it’s, you know, perfect, but because it’s you. It’s strong, but it’s also soft in all the ways that matter. It’s the body that holds me, protects me, and stays by my side.”
His smirk faded, replaced by a softer smile as his hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re gonna make me blush for real,” he murmured.
“Good,” you teased, leaning down to kiss him. “It’s your birthday. You deserve it.”
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