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Disney movies are a big part of the Gojo household, unbeknownst to you all they have slipped into your lives like a tradition, from early morning chaos to late night cuddle puddles, they have been there as a gentle reminder that you are at home.
When you lived alone, Disney was your white noise, comforting, familiar, always playing in the background- while you were cooking, doing laundry even when studying for the finals they acted like a companion trying to suppress your loneliness. Then Satoru came into your life, and the white noise stayed, but now it was layered with his endless chatter, his laughter, his love confessions. Lady Purrshia quickly grew fond of them too, sometimes you swear she started acting like the main character, swishing her tail with more drama than usual. And your baby? He started watching Disney when he was in your womb, maybe that's why he sees magic in everything, as if he was born from the glow of those animated frames.
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You sit curled on the couch, Satoru’s oversized hoodie wrapped around your bump, softly sniffling. Lady Purrshia sat on your lap her head on your belly like she knew there was someone else growing in there too.
You cuddled closer with Purrshia softly rubbing your cheek against her head trying to hold it in when Dumbo’s mother reaches through the bars to cradle him.
And then, from behind you —
A sigh. A soft, tired sigh.
“Wifey… come on,” Satoru says, walking in with a mug of red raspberry tea, his voice full of fondness with a little sprinkle of amusement “You can't be watching this movie every day my lovie, I don't like to see my angel cry like this and what will the baby think? Huh? He will be so sad to feel mamma crying.” He says while patting your head.
You don’t say anything. Just a little hiccup of a sob and a helpless shake of your head.
He walks over and kneels in front of you, placing the mug on the glass table before he brushes the tears from your face. Lady Purrshia flicks her tail but doesn’t move, protective as ever.
Satoru presses a kiss on your pouty lips and damp cheeks. “You’re so soft right now,” he murmurs. “It’s kind of killing me” he chuckles “You’re glowing and crying and glowing again.”
You glance down at your belly and sniffle. “It just makes me think about…what if our baby ever feels alone like that?”
Satoru sits up beside you, pulling you into his chest with one arm around your shoulders and one hand resting protectively over your belly. “He won’t,” he promises softly. “We will make sure of it, okay? No matter how hard our life was he will never have to go through even one percent of what went through. Not with you as his mamma. Not with me as his papa. And not with Purrshie around either, she’ll train him in world domination before he can walk.”
Lady Purrshia pats your belly as if agreeing with Satoru.
You laugh through your tears, snuggling deeper into Satoru and Purrshie. Dumbo keeps flying across the screen. And just like that, the room feels safer again.
The plush Dumbo is slightly worn now, one ear perpetually folded from being chewed and hugged and dragged across every room. Chonky Baby giggles as he squishes the stuffed elephant in his arms, sitting on the ground with Purrshie occasionally trying to chomp on her tail, showing off his Dumbo to her while asking her to love the plushie by shoving the doll on her face to kiss it, placing sloppy kisses on the plushie and the feline, just being a love bug all around. While you and Satoru watching him from the same couch and Dumbo playing on the TV.
You blink back tears again, this time the happy ones, as the baby claps at the flying elephant scene.
“He really loves Dumbo,” you whisper, your voice thick with adoration and warmth.
Satoru grins as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “I mean… he technically watched it, like, ten times before he was even born.”
You laugh, wiping a tear as Chonky Baby crawls into your lap, clutching Dumbo.
Lady Purrshia climbs on Satoru’s lap sitting like a royalty, eyes the plush toy with faint judgment.
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It was around the time when Satoru started to frequently spend the night at your place, those nights when he didn't want to go home, and you didn't ask him to. A toothbrush appeared in your bathroom. A pair of socks on your floor. And still, neither of you said anything. You still don't know how to tag your relationship. Just two broken humans co-parenting a kitten.
Satoru’s grandmother had passed away just two months ago, and the grief still lingered, raw and quiet, like a bruise beneath the skin. He didn’t cry as often now, but when he did, it was silent and sudden, like rain in the dark. You’d gotten into the habit of waiting until he fell asleep first, just to be sure he wouldn’t have to cry alone. On those nights, you’d pull him close, gently ruffling his hair, holding his head to your chest like you could shield him from everything he’d ever lost.
Tonight, the living room glowed with the soft colors of Lilo and Stitch, you and Satoru sat on the couch with kitten Purrshie the sleepy baby purring between you in warm loaf. Satoru looked far too big next to you, all limbs and messy hair, his legs half hanging off the couch.
“You know,” you said, squinting at the screen, “I still don’t get Lilo.”
Satoru glanced at you, “You don’t get Lilo?”
“Yeah I mean she is a baby I get it but still she is always fighting, making things harder for herself, always causing chaos, doing weird things on purpose….just makes me remember when I was a kid” you trailed off barely whispering the last line. Satoru heard it.
“She’s lonely,” he said, voice quiet.
“I know, but—” you paused, staring at Lilo on the screen as she slammed the door. “Why does she have to make it so hard for everyone to love her?”
Satoru was quiet for a beat, his eyes soft now. “Maybe she doesn’t believe anyone really will.”
“But she doesn’t even try to be normal. It’s like she chooses to be weird.” Your voice cracked a little there, seeing your 7-year-old self in Lilo.
“Maybe she doesn’t know how else to be,” he said, eyes still on the screen. “You know who I don’t get, though?”
You looked at him. “Who?”
“Stitch just wants to be loved… he lashes out when he gets scared. You can’t blame him for that.” you explained
“Yeah but..” Satoru whispered, funnily, seeing his childhood self in Stitch.
“I understand Stitch more. He acts tough but… he’s just scared, he just wants to belong somewhere...” you explained understanding his hesitation.
“He messes things up,” Satoru replied, tone quiet but firm.
“He just wants a home,” you said, softer now, almost to yourself.
You hesitated, then added, “And she’s chaotic.”
“She’s just lonely,” he said without missing a beat.
Silence settled between you, not awkward—just full.
On the screen, Lilo reached for Stitch’s paw. “Ohana means family.”
“I love you,” Satoru said suddenly, like it had been sitting heavy on his chest.
You didn’t look at him. You didn’t need to.
“I love you too,” you whispered.
Then, gently, Satoru reached out, his fingers finding yours beneath the blanket—warm, certain, home.
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One day after a grueling shift at the hospital Satoru asked you to wear something soft and pretty, no questions asked. You brought Lady Purrshia too in a wooden basket. He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other constantly reaching for yours, he was jittery-you could feel it but remained silent.
When you arrive at the quiet lake outside the city, the air smells like pine and twilight. There’s a little wooden dock. A rowboat. And floating lanterns — dozens of them — bobbing gently on the water. Tangled, it was a real-life scene from Tangled.
“Satoru…” you whisper, turning to him. But he’s already looking at you like you hung every star above.
“Come?” He helps you into the rowboat, his hands gentle yet shaky. You sit across from each other under a sky of purple and gold, the lake mirroring the heavens. And then, music, soft and familiar, plays from a hidden speaker in his pocket.
“And at last I see the light…”
Satoru smiles, slowly paddling the boat out toward the center. Then, as the final chorus plays, he sets the oars down, reaches into his coat, and pulls out a tiny box.
He gets on one knee, in a boat, while risking a very dramatic tumble and opens the box to reveal a ring that glitters like it was forged from moonlight.
“You are my light, my home, my peace. I never knew love until I met you, I am like a star separated from the moon when you are not with me, my whole being is all yours- yours to know, yours to love, yours to keep” he says. “And I want to spend every morning and every night choosing you, again and again. Will you marry me?”
You barely manage a teary “yes” before you reach for him, both of you teetering as he kisses you senselessly under the lanterns.
Later, cuddled on a blanket by the water, you rest your head on his chest and whisper, “How did you pull it off—the whole lake?” you whisper, wonder laced in your voice.
Satoru chuckles softly, brushing his fingers through your hair. “Being a detective has its perks, darling,” he murmurs, smirking against your temple.
“Hehe” he grins, “I practiced with Lady Purrshia.”
Lady Purrshia, sitting elegantly nearby in a flower crown, blinks slowly as if to say yup I can meow every word of it.
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Note: hope you guys enjoyed it, and omg the notes on the previous post!! Y’all are crazy, my sister are I were freaking out!
And yeah I think I will make a short series of “Disney x Gojo household”. So if you guys get any ideas related or not related to this please share in the ask box❤︎ and please if anyone knows how to color the text please please tell⊹₊⟡⋆
