satoruru

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[satowooo]

SKY. 18. SHE MASTERLIST

jujutsu kaisen. haikyuu. genshin impact.

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[satowooo]

its been awhile since i opened this, i wanna write again 😔

[eirasera]

mr. "don't talk to my wife like that" satoru.

the kitchen is loud in that soft, lived in way - rice steaming on the stove, a window cracked open to let in the late afternoon breeze, the low hum of the city outside.

you’re at the counter, sleeves rolled, trying to finish cutting vegetables before the timer goes off again.

behind you - absolute chaos.

“why do we have to clean our room now?” your son whines, dragging the words like they physically hurt him.

your daughter slumps dramatically over the table. “you said later, you're insufferable - always changing your mind.”

you close your eyes for half a second, breathe in, and turn around. “i said after homework. homework is done. rooms next.”

they groan in unison.

“ugh, you’re so unfair,” your son mutters, just loud enough to sting. “you don’t even know how boring it is.”

the words land deeper than they should - not because they’re cruel, but because you’re tired, because it’s been a long day. because you’ve been holding everything together with quiet patience and the unspoken understanding that is just a part of you.

before you can respond, the air behind you shifts.

satoru had been leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching with that lazy, half-amused expression he wears when he’s pretending not to pay attention.

his blindfold is gone; his piercing blue eyes in full view, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. when he straightens, the room subtly reorients itself around him - like gravity remembered where it belongs.

his voice is calm. low and definitely not playful.

“hey.” he starts - both kids freeze as if caught in the middle of a crime scene.

they turn toward him instinctively. gojo steps forward just enough to be unavoidable, hands sliding into his pockets. he doesn’t raise his voice. he doesn’t smile.

“don’t talk to my wife like that.”

the words hit the room - and you.

something in your chest tightens, then warms, then aches. "wife" - fuck - not corrective, not casual. possessive in the quietest, surest way. like a line drawn, no - carved in stone.

the kids go silent.

“she asked you to do something reasonable,” gojo continues, tone steady, unshakable. “and you don’t get to take your frustration out on her just because you’re bored.”

your son opens his mouth, then thinks better of it when gojo tilts his head slightly.

“you can be tired,” gojo says. “you can be annoyed. that’s fine.” his gaze sharpens - not cruel, just firm. “but you will be respectful.”

your heartbeat stutters from something else entirely. from being seen. backed. claimed without spectacle. it stirs something deep and private, something grounding and dizzying all at once.

“i’m sorry,” your daughter says quietly.

your son nods. “yeah. sorry, mom.”

you hadn’t realized how tense your shoulders were until they finally drop.

gojo glances at you then - just briefly. the edge in his expression softens in a way only you ever see. a silent i’ve got you.

“alright,” he says, clapping his hands once, the mood loosening just enough. “rooms. ten minutes. i’ll check.”

they scatter down the hall - the kitchen settles again.

you lean back against the counter, exhaling. gojo steps closer, lowering his voice. “you okay?”

you nod, but the way your pulse is still racing gives you away.

he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your temple, lingering just a second longer. “you don’t have to carry everything alone,” he murmurs. “that’s my job too.”

your throat tightens but you smile anyway - small, real.

from the hallway, a voice calls, “dad - does shoving everything under the bed count?”

gojo straightens, already grinning. “absolutely not.”

and as the noise resumes, your hand finds his wrist for just a moment - steadying yourself, grounding that stirred, glowing thing in your chest - because you know now, more than ever, that you’re not standing alone.

not proofread :] + will not be consistent

[mooningningg]

۶ৎ JJK Men reads thirsty tweets! with suguru.

۶ৎ ningning, i personally think suguru wouldn't be repulsed that much... but he does think we need help and i know his monkey ass ain't talking >:(x

he walks in like he already read them backstage. which, he has. twice.

he’s not mad. he’s not rattled. he’s just… deeply entertained in the same way someone might be watching a neighborhood dog walk around in high heels.

suguru geto folds into the chair with the grace of a man who once burned down an entire village but still offers you tea. his robe’s loose around his shoulders, hair up in that perfectly unbothered bun. one hand rests on the armrest, the other reaches for the first card like he’s about to read your fate.

he smiles. you should be afraid.

tweet #1

@arletteluna: Suguru is so hot I’d let him wrap me around his dih like his hair wraps into a bun.

he raises a brow. slow smile.

“poetic,” he muses, tilting the card toward the camera. “do I get points for structural integrity? symmetry?”

he leans back, hand rubbing his jaw. “...though I’m a little disturbed you’re thinking of my hair when talking about that.” a beat. “you don’t know what I do with it. don’t romanticize the technique.”

tweet #2

@anonymous: I would dip your used panties in hot water and drink it like a tea bag.

he blinks. then actually chuckles. “...impressive.” he glances off-camera. “this one’s anonymous for a reason. that’s a felony somewhere.”

he holds the card up with a smirk. “is it weird I’m more offended about the idea of me wearing panties?” a pause. “also: it’s ‘steep’ the bag. steep. not boil. this is what happens when thirst overrides grammar.”

tweet #3

@4phroditesswan: i wish he’d swallow me up like he does those curses

he closes his eyes. there’s a breath. it’s long.

“ma’am,” he says softly, tone suddenly full of something like weary reverence. “...you do realize I’m devouring entities of pure malice and death, right?”

his gaze lifts. “but you want that?”

he taps the card against his thigh thoughtfully. “...you’re either incredibly brave or desperately horny. maybe both.”

tweet #4

@unadulteratedtranquility: He makes my jaw drop (in preparation)

he snorts. actually snorts. then covers his mouth politely, like he didn’t just let a laugh slip. “...this is the kind of confidence I expect from my followers,” he says, grinning now.

he leans closer to the camera. “just remember to stretch first. I’m not responsible for any dislocations.”

tweet #5

@gojoswaterbottle: Daddy use my face as a trampoline!!!

his smile fades a little. “…I don’t even jump.”

he stares at the card for a few beats, visibly running through the logistics. “is this about… physical impact? or am I missing some sort of metaphor?”

he sighs. “you people have made Gojo too comfortable. I blame him entirely.”

tweet #6

@fushigurozm: oh my gosh breed me and put me into mating presses

he chokes. actually chokes. a low cough, then his head falls back as he laughs, warm and rich and entirely amused. “mating—mating presses?? is that a real position or something your friend made up at 3am?”

he wipes his eye, still chuckling. “and you said it so sweetly. ‘oh my gosh.’” he mimics it in a sing-song voice. “‘oh my gosh, ruin my womb.’”

he shakes his head. “you’re all unhinged.”

tweet #7

@tiasd1ary: i want him to breed me til my walls are so white it looks like our wedding venue 😋😋

he goes still. his mouth parts. his head turns slowly to the crew off-camera. “...that one should’ve been filtered.”

they’re laughing. he is not. “‘so white’? so white it looks like our wedding venue?”

he stares, deadpan. “are you picturing this while planning floral arrangements?”

a sigh, heavy and exhausted. “you know I committed terrorism, right?”

he rubs his temple. “what happened to romance. flowers. long walks. slow degradation of sanity. now it’s just—" he holds the card out, “‘flood me with symbolism.’”

he leans back in the chair, folds his arms. his hair bun hasn’t moved. “well,” he says simply. “you’re all very… passionate.”

he pauses, then smirks again. “incredibly disturbed. but passionate.”

he tilts his head at the camera. “to those who want to be folded, steeped, swallowed, pressed, or bred—get therapy. and also… maybe call me.”

he winks. walks off set. robe trailing. hair immaculate. leaving behind a studio in shambles and a generation rethinking their life choices.

[tonycries]

I think that Gojo never cared about father’s day - after all, he never celebrated it. Not until he’s nineteen with a messy crayon card being pushed towards him from Megumi (forced to be made by his teacher, surely). And then suddenly he’s twenty-seven with an awful, awful burnt cake (made by Yuuta, surely, even though Panda took credit.) Then twenty-eight with a hasty surprise party thrown by the first years (well, Yuji a reluctant Megumi, and Kugisaki that just wanted to party.)

[satowooo]

suguru likes it when shoko rides his face. yes. you read that right. he loves being buried between his girl's thighs, suffocating him with her weight as she sat on it. what turns him on? shoko's lighting a cigarette like it's some lazy old routine. she smokes like he's not absolutely eating her pussy out. she lights that cigarette as if suguru was not having the time of his life underneath her, sucking her clit, grazing her folds with his teeth, flicking his tongue and probing it on her hole, bringing her to ecstasy time and time again as her cum gushes down his throat like it's his water and he thirsts for it. and yeah, he loves it. he'll do it again and again. it's suguru's favorite past time after all.

he can't help it. his best friend is just so fucking hot.

[snail-day-deactivated20251016]

Geto is such an acts of service husband. Not just a boyfriend - a husband. This man doesn’t date casually; he dates to marry, to commit. That’s why, after a long, exhausting day, he’s already waiting for you, warm towel in hand, ushering you into the shower before you can protest. He doesn’t say much, just murmurs something about how you need to relax, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he nudges you toward the warm water. When you emerge, skin damp and sleep already tugging at your strained eyes, he’s there. Sitting at the edge of the bed, patting the mattress in that gentle, expectant way of his.

"Lay down," soft murmured words from that sweet voice of his "Tummy first"

The moment you do, his big, warm hands are on you - pressing, kneading, smoothing out every bit of tension that settled into your muscles throughout the day. His touch remains firm yet careful, working through every knot with ease. You can feel the heat of his palms sinking deep, lulling you into something hazy, something safe.

The whole time, he talks to you. Soft murmurs as he applies more lotion to your skin. Asking about your day, about the little things. Did you eat enough? Did you drink enough water? Humming at each answer, thumbs pressing into the small of your back just right, lips curling when you melt beneath him.

"You really need to start stretching with me in the mornings," he mutters at one point, voice low, warm, teasing. "It’d help, you know."

But the words become background noise at this point, fading in and out as sleep drags you under. You barely register the last few strokes of his fingers over your back, the way his touch softens, the press of his lips against your shoulder before he finally pulls the blankets over you. As you drift off, barely clinging to consciousness, you hear it - his voice, soft and tender.

"Good girl. Sleep - I’ll be here when you wake up."

[kebma-deactivated20250209]

"baby..."

a few seconds of silence.

"baby," you whisper again, poking satoru's side softly. he groans and opens his arms wide making you giggle and snuggle into him. bare skin meets and he lets out a soft sigh.

“toru, I’m hungry,” you whine softly, head butting his chest.

“sweetheart,” he rasps out, “you just sucked the life out of me. i'm practically lobotomized right now.”

you giggle and run your fingers up and down his toned stomach. he lifts his head up to look at you and then flops it back down with yet another groan.

“how are you so energetic right now? we both came like five times.”

you purse your lips and shrug,

“dunno, you just give me life i guess.”

“yeah, you forcefully steal it through that tight pussy-“

“satoru!” you squeak, slapping your hand over his mouth, “what is wrong with you?”

he licks a large strip up your hand and you squeal again and yank your hand away but reach up and pinch his nipple.

“ow what the fuck-“

satoru grabs your wrist with surprising speed for someone who could hardly move just seconds ago.

“thought you were lobotomized,” you grumble.

“that shit fixed me,” he smirks as he lets go of your hand and rests it on your hip, rubbing circles into your skin. you huff and and snuggle closer to him.

“… so now that your brain is back… McDonalds?”

“five more minutes of naked cuddling then fine,” satoru says as he tucks his face into your neck and tugs you closer.

“mmm, deal.”

[tiramisooooh]

type of photos their grandchildren found hehe

[satowooo]

I WAITED FOR THIS DAAAYYYY

[fleurbambi]

whoever recommended “sincerely not” by @saintobio saying its a wholesome fic thats happy. count ur mf days. i feel like ive emptied all the tears in my body, im going to be mourning over this for the rest of my life. no other ff is comparable to it. it felt like my heart was ripped out every chapter, something would happen and the relationship would move backwords. ESP THE LAST CHAPTER I WAS RUINED. I spent 20 minutes trying to see if this was rlly the end. ( insaw the word “finale” and still searched i was grieving)

when i saw y/n got married to toji i was happy but it was more of a bitter happy. my heart feels empty💀🥲 i think i js lost myself and will defin go insane. where is the wholesome fanfic i was promised😔 this made me spiral uncontrollably, in circles and leaked litres of tears. i feel like ive js lost a piece of myself reading that. i cant go sleep bc of it, im mourning over a fanfiction☹️😐 and idec.

im so upset theres no other ways of describijg this feeling. my soul is upset and so is everything in me.

edit- i think i js found oart two of it “sicnerely yours” im was so flipping stupid but my feelings were valid🥲✊

this gon be the bedtime story for the next night😫

[satowooo]

honestly my honest reaction like i get you girlie 😭🙏🏻

[tender-rosiey]

from me to you — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: this takes place in chapter 268, soo sort of spoilers ahead? also long live gojo satoru; gojo leaves you a letter 🙏

“y/n-sensei, there is a letter for you as well!”

that catches your attention, and you look up at the first years. you tilt your head slightly, and yuuji hands you an envelope.

you gently take it from him, and the first thing you notice is “wifey” written on it then the doodle of satoru with his blindfold on. you feel your throat tighten, and your hands shake slightly.

you let out a small breath then shakily open the letter.

hey, honey!!

it first reads.

I feel like there is still much I didn’t tell you in our last meeting, so here I, your beautiful and handsome husband, am writing them down.

you swallow lightly, and a small smile appears on your face as you imagine satoru saying that, then you continue to the next line.

first, I changed all your computer passwords to variations of “satoruisthebest” at one point. your confusion was so cute!!

you quirk an eyebrow at the admission, but when you rack your brain, you remember that one day when you couldn’t log into your computer.

what you vividly remember was satoru being sat beside you the whole time, and now that you think about it. he was smiling so widely the entire time, letting out small chuckles every now and then. oh, that sneaky man.

“satoru, I am telling you it’s broken!”

“sweetheart, we spent over 2000$ on that. if it broke, then we could easily sue the company,” he chuckled, arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer.

“2 year guaranteed top performance my ass!”

you smile at the memory. it was pretty satoru of him to do that. your eyes then move to continue reading.

second, there are times when I would tell megumi that you would be coming with me, then he would turn and leave me when he found out I was tricking him.

your eyes glance up at said boy who is sat across of you. he made it out alive, despite everything. he suffered so much, but he made it.

it makes you relieved, and you can imagine satoru being bloody proud of him and saying something along the lines of ‘you handed sukuna’s ass to him, very cool!’

no matter how much megumi had frowned and grimaced at satoru’s presence or antics. it rooted itself as something—safe and familiar.

you can’t count on your hands the times when you and satoru would visit the siblings, and nobody really said it, but these meetings did all of you a favor, a chance to kind of wind down. maybe act like death might actually not be looming tomorrow.

it feels like just yesterday when megumi would cling to you when he got really sad or nervous, after so much time spent getting comfortable with each other.

he grew up well, you think, eyes gliding to next.

third, I hid your uniform every two to three weeks, so you have to stay with me.

at that, your eyes widen a bit. satoru’s schedule was pretty packed, but he somehow managed to squeeze time for quality time between you two.

it tugged on your heartstrings, and you made sure he knew how much you appreciated it, not a single space on his face left without a kiss. however, finding out that he went out of his way to make you rest and stay.

satoru’s care really showed in his actions, and you feel like this is the biggest proof of it.

“satoru, have you seen my uniform?”

“nope! maybe, it is a sign to stay home today? you’ve been working so hard, wifey!”

you cupped his face, pulled him down to your height, and kisses his cheek, “you’ve been working harder, ‘toru. let me take off some of the load at least.”

“we could both stay!”

“you’re kidding, right?”

“I already told yaga; I miss you!”

you try to stop the reminiscing further and try to compose yourself before reading the rest.

fourth, I’m the one who kept adjusting the thermostat. I just wanted an excuse to cuddle.

a fond yet melancholy smile appears on your face. you kinda figured that one out. satoru’s favorite pastime was cuddling, so it’s no surprise that he would go out of his way to create the need for it even further.

add to that, once you went to get some green tea and saw him from the corner of your eye teleport to the thermostat, click something, then teleport back to bed.

you figured that the room being chilly that night was not an exception in the middle of july.

“babeeee, it’s so cold! let’s cuddle!”

“maybe the problem is with the thermostat?”

“I checked! I think cuddling is the best solution.”

you giggle as you recall the moment, one of many similar. your heart feels a bit lighter as you go through the letter. something satoru managed to always do even in person.

he would plaster sticky notes, get you trinkets, and even pull pranks on other just to see you smile. feeling more encouraged, you keep on reading the letter.

then you feel your chest constrict so tightly that you might just throw up.

fifth, I am really gonna fucking miss you.

you read the line over again, and you purse your lip in hopes of silencing any noise that may come out as you feel the lump in your throat return, even worse than before. your breathing starts getting more difficult.

your grip on the letter tightens, and you find yourself thinking back to the good times. memories of late nights spent in each other’s arms, thinking about everything and nothing at once.

hushed whispers of confessions and quiet giggles as you reminisced on your highschool days. tight hugs when recalling the sad moments and the departure of a certain someone.

“you know, y/n, I think we might just be made for each other,” he said one night. you hummed and looked him in the eyes.

“three am thoughts?”

“three am admissions,” he grins slightly, “I am made for you, and you’re made for me.”

you remember him pulling you closer and kissing your forehead, while you teased, “and what would you need little old me for, so much that I got made?”

he feigns thinking then closes his eyes, burying his face in your shoulder, “grounding me.”

I love you. I really do, but you should know that already, right?

your eyes drift down to the corner of the paper, and that is when you feel your tears start free-falling. there is drawn a chibi satoru besides a chibi you and between them is a heart.

the chibi satoru is giving yours a big smooch, while she laughs. you never thought that the day your jealousy burns would be because of drawings, and drawings of you and your own husband, nonetheless.

“but wow, gojo-sensei is shit at writing letters,” you hear nobara remark.

megumi responds with a small chuckle, “I am fine with mine.”

“what about you, y/n-sensei?—”

the trio becomes silent as you let out a sob. a watery smile makes its way up your face as you kiss the letter gently and murmur, “so shitty.”

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[satowooo]

im on my period. so im emotional. so im sobbing.

[satowooo]

satoru totally loves drilling his cock inside you, especially when it's sooooo full of cum. he likes it messy, dirty, ruining the sheets with your combined fluids—and fuck, it turns him on. the way that sticky cum was spread enormously all over your cunt and thighs, a string of cum connecting on his skin everytime he pulls out just to push himself back in, your cunt practically dripping and just begging to be filled up even more. he'd be disappointed that a lot was going to waste, but what can he do? he just loves the sight of having his cock coated with your essence, oozing out so many cum that it became so easy to fuck you for how wet you've become.

“one more time, ma. you're taking my cock so well,” he'd utter against your ear as his speed didn't falter with each thrust, a loud slap! slap! slap! could be heard from how the two of you were connecting in the middle. “ahh, s-shit. gonna— f-fuck, you're s-so hot, baby— g-gonna stuff you with my c-cum.”

one more look at your pussy and he was cumming. squeezing your hips tightly, he lifted your hips up and pumped his cock inside you, balls deep until he finished.

it wouldn't really take long before he starts fucking you again.

[slttygeto]

i just know satoru’s the type to lean down when you two are making out while standing up, and he literally pushes himself into your personal space because he cannot physically get enough of you. like his hands are gripping your flesh, your thighs, your ass, and then his hand wraps around your neck and when you try to pull away to breathe, he chases after your lips and pecks them repeatedly.

“no no no—come back here, please,”

[silverwingxox]

born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him

[satowooo]

DID YOU LIKE HER IN THE MORNING? g. satoru

contents. angst, almost a second chance romance.

Fumbling with Gojo Satoru was the biggest mistake one can ever make. Unfortunately, the biggest mistake you ever made.

High school love… will probably be the last time you'll ever fall in love again. It swept you off your feet, got your heart jumping off your chest as it beat loudly towards the man you pine over, the love that turned your darkest days to a full ray of sunshine, to the point that it felt so unreal. So surreal. So perfect.

How did you let that happen?

So crossing paths with the man you deeply and greatly love, even until today, brought so many memories back to your mind. As a gust of wind blows past your face, a flashback of what once was got your heart reeling and clenching, as Gojo Satoru walked right past you.

Walk right towards a stranger. Towards a woman.

With a smile on his face that tells you, “I've moved on.”

And then there's the bittersweet taste in your tongue, as you stared so hopelessly still in love, hopeless still in pain over the smile that used to be yours.

“Did you like her in the morning? Right before the sleep left your eyes?”

“Toru, wake up,” You said as you left featherlight kisses on his cheek.

There was a small smile that crept on Satoru's face, pulling you closer to his embrace as he leaned in to your kisses. Then, he slowly rubs his nose against yours, his eyes still closed as he murmurs, “Just a bit more.”

A satisfied hum left your lips as you stared at his sleepy state, with his eyes still closed as the two of you drowned into each other's embrace. It was the quiet and calm atmosphere that you loved most during this hour, and the light smell of breakfast spreading through the air from the kitchen, and most of all, the look on Satoru's face as he slowly opens his eyes.

He blinked once to rub the sleep away from his eyes, and then there's the sincere smile across his face. The way his eyes softly stared at you, full of love and the genuine emotions that always show his affections, and you swear you could stay like this forever. His eyes were always too vocal, that always seemed to tell you that there was nothing else he knows other than to love you.

“Good morning, love.”

Did he do this with her too?

“Did you laugh over cold cups of coffee? That you hate but still drank anyway.”

Satoru was never a coffee drinker, but he'd force himself to drink one just because he sees how you loved it. Despite how coffees always keeps him up at night, and how his sleeping schedule was already messed up as it was, he'd still do anything just to make you smile.

“One Americano, and a Hazelnut Brew.” The waiter said as he placed the two cups of coffee at your table. You gave him a small smile and a ‘thank you’, then stared unknowingly at Satoru’s choice of drink.

“Are you sure you're drinking that?”

“Of course. It's good to have a little caffeine in my system every now and then.” Satoru would say smugly, sipping on the straw nonchalantly.

You watched the way he slowly tasted the drink, anticipating his reaction at the black coffee that is now running on Satoru's throat. You watched the way he slowly moves the cup away from his lips, and back on the table with an uneasy look that he tried to mask with a tight smile.

Don't get him wrong. It's not that the drink didn't taste good—it was perfect—so perfect that this might be the last time he'll ever let his tongue taste something so foreign to his buds. Satoru shivers, before he looks at you helplessly.

“Is it bad?” You chuckled.

“Good. Good…” He pouted, taking another sip as he looked away to avoid your gaze. It was so easy to read Satoru, and it warmed your heart even more that he was willing to do this just for the sake of nothing, just Satoru being your Satoru.

“We can switch drinks–”

“Absolutely not. I told you, it taste sooooo good!” The exaggeration was so evident in his voice as he took a long sip, ending with a cough and a frown on his face that made you laugh even more.

And now, you could only laugh painfully at the memory.

It was always a wonder to you ever since you two broke up. Did Satoru ever change? Did Satoru ever try coffee at least once in his life again while you were away just to taste the bittersweet memory of your love that didn't last? Did Satoru ever force himself to drink a good cup of coffee on a blind date just to impress the lady sitting opposite from him, and ended up having thoughts of you instead?

Did he ever force himself to sit down, alone, in a coffee shop downtown and stared out the window, in hopes that someone could ring the cafés door, just to see it was you?

Because you did. Every single time you did. Your time stood frozen, slowed down inside a small shop, your coffee gone cold as you feel that familiar looming aura in your chest. It aches, and it aches, and it aches so bad. And you're staring at the space in front of you, where Satoru used to be.

“Did you like her touch at night time? Did all the pretending help you forget? Was she weightless in just your sweater? And does it feel heavy now to look at me instead?”

It's torturing, seeing him happy with someone else, which should've been you, could've been you. That smile would have stretch on his lips for you, because it had always been for you.

But now is different. Now is just you, eyes focused on the road ahead, where there was no Satoru walking on the same path, and him, walking in the direction right past your shoulder. And he didn't glance at you. Didn't seem to notice that it was you who was only a touch far away as he took a step. Didn't seem to know that it was his greatest love that brushed past him.

“Did your hands find her waist when she got sloppy? After just a few Manhattans in Berlin, would you kiss her goodnight, would you walk her inside? Did you hope the nights would never ever end? And again.”

“What's wrong, Satoru?”

His head shot up at the voice. Luna, his date, looked at him worriedly. He had been going on dates for quite a while now, after finally and barely getting over the break up that had occured years ago. And Luna was the first girl he had a second date with after the many failed attempts of other blind dates, that turned into another date. Until a month passed with her.

To Satoru, she was perfect. He didn't want to admit it. To him, everything will always be about you. But now, he's trying to make it seem like it's not, as he focused on everything about Luna instead.

“Nothing's wrong.” He smiled forcefully to assure her. He grabs her waist, leading her around the bustling crowd of the city to go on about their date. And she gives him a smile, a smile that always made him feel guilty.

“But answer the question, did you like her in the morning?”

At some point, maybe he did. He liked that feeling of the morning kisses and the smell of coffees and pancakes. He loved that quiet night time of nothing but the sound of their breaths, and the beat of their hearts. He liked the soft touches and taking her home, and kissing her forehead.

He liked the feeling.

But he was cursed. In every corner, every unknown face, every single girl he met, he will always try to find them in you. He liked the feeling, but it was never with you.

And he knows, whatever he had with this new girl, it will never last. Like it always did after you happened.

Because he's looking back. He's tilting his head to glance at your direction, clenching his fist as he stops himself from calling, from asking how you were, from pulling you back to him.

Just like you, he didn't know if you saw him cross paths with you. He hopes you noticed. He hopes you knew it was him. He hopes you'd look back too. Yet, he also hopes you wouldn't look back either, and see him with another, because it will pain him to see the look on your face, whether it be pain or acceptance.

This will always be the cruelest reality that the two of you will never accept. Satoru will always hope that it was you right next to him. And you will always hope that you have never let him go.

oh well...

[6-ojos]

thinking about a scenario where you and satoru are high school sweethearts and you’re the one to tie the white bandages around his eyes when he first makes the switch from his glasses… you’re pushing his bangs back and giggling under your breath— “your hair is so long, ‘toru. you need a haircut,” and he just huffs and pouts in response but he’s staying completely still while you work. you circle the bandages around his head a few times and as you’re moving to tie them around the back you struggle once more with the long tufts of hair at the bottom of his scalp. the strands keep getting stuck in between the knot and pulling; he’s hissing every few seconds but once you finish you gently pat the back of his head and move to the front to take a better look at him

his hair is all over the place, standing up just a little bit with the support of the bandage. you take a moment to admire his face and you can’t tell with his eyes now fully covered but he’s looking right back into your own, feeling his heart jump for the nth time when he remembers how lucky he is to still have you and call you his

“you’re sure you can still see with this thing on?” you ask, a small, breathy laugh squeezing in between your words. he simply nods at you, smiling widely, booping your nose to confirm that he can, in fact, see just fine. you shake your head softly but hum in acknowledgement, cocking your head to the side as you glance at the strands now poking out from the back of his neck; almost resembling that of a mullet. it doesn’t look bad, per se, but the wispy strands are poking the side of his neck and he’s swatting his hand at them to get the ticklish feeling away

perhaps an undercut would be more convenient for him to have?

[goatyuuji]

Missing my wife Gojo Satoru right now, miss her silly goofy nature, miss the way she annoys everyone in the room, and I miss her cuntiness

Happy Girlfriend Day