[ nap ] sender falls asleep against receiver shoko
@shometsu / nonverbal meme prompts.
she's considerate enough to turn her head as she exhales the smoke, one hand preoccupied with holding her cigarette while the other is wrapped around satoru, fingers threading through his stark white hair. it's quiet aside from their breathing, hers admittedly heavier from their intimate moment not too long ago. the only other sound that exists as of now is the busy life of tokyo outside of her apartment window, which stretches quite largely through her bedroom, allowing her to gaze out at the tops of buildings, the few bright lights that remain keeping her attention.
with nothing to keep her warm but a mere sheet covering her body, she shifts a little closer to satoru, who doesn't hesitate to turn and rest his head on her chest. a faint smile curls upon shoko's lips as she dabs out her cigarette, leaving it in the ashtray on her bedside table before laying down to be a more comfortable pillow for the chosen one. he's all snuggled up, face buried in the sheet that conceals her breasts, legs tangled with her own, arm flung around her stomach. even if she wanted to, she couldn't get away.
there truly is no need for conversation, they've already said all they needed to say with their actions mere minutes ago, and now they were content and happy with the amount of emotion and love they managed to express to the other. however, she was quite surprised to turn her head and see that gojo had already fallen peacefully asleep, lips parted to allow soft breaths to enter and escape every few seconds. he's never looked so relaxed. her smile only widens as her fingers move to trail up and down his arm, something not a lot of people get to do. most people don't get by infinity. but she does, all the time, even when it's to do something as silly as punching his arm. he lets her, and she may very well be the only person in the world he lets.
he's still as he was when they were teenagers, nothing much has changed. but whenever shoko looks in the mirror she can't help but think she's changed enough for the both of them. some days it gets to her, other's it doesn't. but when she's wrapped up with satoru like this nothing can dim her mood. turning her head, her eyes close over and soft lips press into his fluffy white locks, pressing a kiss atop his crown. ❝ goodnight, satoru. ❞
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