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There were only five things Takuma Ino was a hundred percent certain of.
For one, he was absolutely born for the rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins, the only drug that could get him high enough to actually forget, to actually fucking descent.
Two, he was not made for college life at all. Absolutely not. Frat guys were too stuck up and don't even get him started on sorority chicks.
Three, Nanami Kento was the most perfect man in existence. If he were a woman, Ino would definetly crack.
Four, he didn't get you. He'd asked you for a pencil in art class once and your entire face went red while you gave him one of those premium pencils he usually only saw in commercials and when he went to thank you, you didn't even look up from the manga you were reading. Rude?
Five, he was utterly and irrevocably in love with you.
He had been for quite a while actually. Ever since he had been late to class on the first day of the year, bursting in with his stuff in his hands and absolutely dropping half of it when he caught a glimpse of you, sitting there with your legs crossed, strands of hair falling across your pretty face annoyingly perfect. And when you bent down and helped him pick up a book and his fingers actually brushed yours? He was sure he could bust a nut right there and then.
Yet all of his attempts to as much as make conversation with you were met with fleeting glances and answers way too brief answers.
But since Valentine's day was nearing a flicker of hope had started spreading through him. Because when if not on the day of love would he finally manage to ask you out?
Cold air was hitting Ino square in his face as his foot pushed off the floor once again, the wheels of his skateboard rolling over the uneven pavement of the roll in he was currently using to gain enough speed.
He took a deep breath, eyes focused on what's infront of him, before letting the board drive up the ramp in front of him. Adrenaline rushed straight into his veins, stealing his breath while he twirled around, landing securely on his skate again.
"Hell yeah, Taku!", Kirara cheered from a distance, earning a small grin from Ino while he stopped by one of the lodges on the side of the park where Hakari lounged with his girlfriend.
"Yeah, not bad, I guess", Kinji just muttered, to which Kirara responded by lightly smacking his biceps as she got up, glittery pink rollerskates on her feet.
"Nah, you're just jealous, man", Ino gave back with a chuckle, sinking down onto the cold ground next to Hakari.
"Jealous of what exactly?", the blonde shot back quickly, grabbing the neck of his beer bottle and taking a generous sip and then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Because last I checked I'm the one with the smoking hot girlfriend", he added, winking over to Kirara who was currently intently talking to Yuji on the other end of the park.
That actually made Ino shut up and think for a second. Because yes, Kirara was hot and also yes, she was Hakari's girlfriend and also yes, he didn't have one and yes, maybe he was a little jealous sometimes.
The thought didn't leave him until long after when he was walking back towards campus with Hakari, the sun was setting already, the sound of people talking in the park had been limitted to a few people who were still on the various benches, reading or just doing whatever.
"You're right", he finally concluded, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. "I don't have a smoking hot girlfriend. But what if I want one though?"
Kinji let out a snort of laughter, shaking his head. "Alright, listen up. First, you gotta pick a chick. Smoking hot you said? How about Nobara from chem? Or maybe Maki from music? Or-"
"I already have a girl in mind", Ino interrupted him, clearing his throat, "(name). From my art class."
Hakari raised an eyebrow slowly, nodding. "The nerdy one? Yeah, she's cute. But do you feel real passion?"
"I mean, I think of her all the time and sometimes when I think of her I get-"
"Spare me the details", Kinji quickly broke him off, looping a muscular arm over Ino's shoulder. "Then you should ask her out. It's valentines soon, dude. There's no way she'd reject you this time around! Wait, isn't that her over there?"
When you saw Kinji Hakari sprinting your direction like his life depended on it, your first instinct had been to look around if there was someone behind you. Why would he be running your direction after all? But as he stopped right in front of you, stupid grin on his face, the fight or flight instinct really kicked in.
"Hello there. You don't happen to be hopelessly in love with my friend Ino over there? I mean, just look at him. I swear he's packing a sixpack down there, trust me on that one", Kinji added with a wink.
You were sure you would die. Die from embarrasment to be exact. Because why the hell was the school's most notorious gambler asking you if you liked his friend? Because you absolutely did. But how did he know? Did someone find out? Did someone hack you?
Your mind was too occupied with calculating every possible outcome of this situation to answer him, just standing there, books in your arms, eyes widened.
Hakari cleared his throat, trying to regain your attention but you just went on staring into the nothingness behind him.
"Yo. I think I broke her or something", Hakari mumbled as Ino finally caught up to him, full on jumping his friend from behind, putting him in a headlock.
"Fucking asshole", Ino muttered, his face flushed red as you slowly snapped out of it.
"We'll get going then", Kinji simply declared, picking up his skateboard and walking away from you.
Ino took a deep breath, gathering the courage to finally look at you. "I'm gonna kill him", he muttered under his breath before clearing his throat. "I- umm, see you in class tomorrow", and then he followed Hakari, absolutely not daring to as much as glance back.
You stayed frozen in place for a few more seconds before finally snapping out of it. Because there was one thing you knew. College guys were trouble. All of them, no exceptions. And guys like Ino or Hakari didn't just randomly approach people without second thought.
♡
Art class with Professor Utahime had always been your favorite. The woman actually knew what she was talking about and managed to challenge you in ways other art teachers never did.
It wasn't like you to be late. You were the straight- A's student all your life, little to no absences and definetely no being late. The memories of what happened in the park lingered hard enough to make your mind clouded all day. You couldn't find your favorite boots under the piles of sketches sprawled all over your apartment floor, your coffeemashine broke once again and your lipgloss somehow ended up between two pillows on your couch.
Safe to say you did not have the time to check your callender in advance and therefore you had no way of predicting the little note on your desk, your name written on it in shabby cursive letters, small hearts scattered across the sheet that looked like it had just been ripped from an old notebook.
It hadn't been there when you first stumbled into class, mumbling an apology as you sat down in the backrow, praying you managed to pack at least some of your things. It hadn't been there when you started sketching today's assignment, a simply study of facial expressions.
But now it was there, mocking you as you slowly reached for it. Your fingers were shaky while you slowly unfolded the note. There it was. Five simple words, one question and a ton of spelling mistakes.
Will u be my Walentin?
Beneath it were two little boxes, far from symmetrical or even, yes and no written next to the squares..
It didn't take for a genius to figure out who wrote this. But it did take you both lessons to figure out if this was an evil joke, or if Ino, the guy you had a crush on since you first saw him, actually asked you out and you still weren't entirely sure by the time the bell rang.
Ino watched you getting up from his seat by the windowstill, amber brown eyes lingering on the note that you were clutching in your hand. He had figured this was the best way to ask you out, since he'd seen how you'd gotten when Hakari just approached you the other day. It had been a last minute idea, yes, but he was terrified of maybe accidentaly scaring you off by being too direct.
He had spent all night pacing his room, thinking of you. Your eyes, your smile, your voice. The way you'd frozen up when Hakari approached you. And after a two hour call with Kirara at two am, he'd figured he really was down bad and he needed to to something about it. A simple note was the best idea for someone as shy as you, according to Kirara, so that was what he'd done.
It was far from the big romantic gesture he'd intended, but you wouldn't have appreciated something as grand and public as an accapella group performance in your honor.
Now he was stuck sitting there, leg bouncing up and down as he watched you make your way over to him. You stopped right by his desk and he had to restraint himself from checking you out completely.
You hesiateted before holding up the now neatly folded note with two fingers, your eyes avoiding his.
"Did you, um.. is that yours?", you asked carefully, a relieved sigh leaving you as he nodded eagerly.
"Yeah. Yeah, it is", he confirmed, a small grin forming on his face. You just nodded, handing him the piece of paper, fingers brushing his.
"You misspelled Valentine", you mumbled, a hint of a smile on those pretty lips of yours that he had dreamt of kissing for far too long.
A smile. From you. For him. Victory.
He was grinning like a lovestruck idiot while you left the classroom, the paper tightly clutched in his hand. With your neat handwriting you had corrected his spelling errors and ticked one of the boxes.
Yes.
He was the luckiest man alive.
♡
The rest of the day didn't feel real for either of you. Ino basically raced through school after art, hunting down Hakari and Kirara, all but jumping them in excitement.
"She said yes!", he yelled, holding up the shabby note like it was his most priced possession (which, aside from his skateboard, it probably was right now). Hakari blindly cheered along, even though he didn't fully get what they were cheering about and why his friend was waving some paper around like a maniac. Kirara on the other hand raised an eyebrow sceptically, tilting her head aside.
"Did you seriously misspell Valentine?", she muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose, wondering how the hell she actually ended up with these two.
Meanwhile you were sitting at your favorite table in the library, right next to your best friend, Shoko. She was a few years older, but she got you. At least, usually she did.
"Takuma Ino? Isn't he like a total crackhead?" She didn't even bother to glance up from her phone, tapping aggressively with one hand, strawberry milkshake in the other.
"What? No! Why, do you think he is one?" The confidence in your voice slightly faltered, yet that only got an amused snort out of Ierie.
"Relax, nerd. Nothing wrong with being a crackhead. But seriously though, he seems like a decent enough guy", she added quickly at the look of disappointment flickering through your eyes.
You sighed, nodding. "Yeah. He's really nice too. Maybe a little bit of an adrenaline junkie, but he's cute"
Shoko chuckled at seeing the faint blush on your cheeks, her foot nudging yours beneath the table.
"You're cute when you have a crush", she teased with a hint of amusement in her voice.
You just scoffed, rolling your eyes. You didn't try denying it though.
♡
February 14th. The day of love. Valentine's day. The day of your first ever date with Ino.
You woke up extra early, without an alarm even.
There was this warm feeling blooming in your chest, envelpoing you whole. You were giddier than usual, skipping steps in your carefully curated routine almost carelessly. You put more whipped cream into your coffee than usual, you used that one pricey lipstick that was usually packed into your makeup bag.
Ino had texted you yesterday, just a brief message checking up if you were still in, followed by a heart emoji when you confirmed. You had shrieked in excitement and thrown your phone across the room.
Now you were moving through your kitchen swiftly, hair already styled perfectly. You had put on a nice outfit, nothing too far out of your comfort zone, but still enough to make you feel pretty.
Music was playing from the little speaker in the corner of your living room, a soft, almost melancholic tune that reminded you of late spring. Just as you were adjusting your hair in the mirror a gentle knock came from the front door.
Your heart was pounding as you approached the entry, pressing the doorhandle down and finally you were met with the sight of- a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers, the petals were hiding Ino's entire head, his hands tightly wrapped around the stems.
You couldn't help the gasp that escaped you as the fresh smell of the flowers hit you square in the face, your hands coming up to cover your mouth, eyes widened.
Ino felt a blush creep up his neck, the tips of his ears a burning red benath his beanie.
"I hope I'm not late", he finally broke the silence, extending his arms to hand you the flowers.
"You like 'em?"
"Like them? I love them!", you breathed, wrapping your fingers around the flowers, your digits grazing his for a second, sending electric sparks through both of you.
A boyish grin made its way onto his face at the look of excitement you were giving him right now. God, you were cute.
Ino watched as you hurried around your apartment, putting the flowers into a vase in your kitchen before returning with a gentle pinkish taint on your cheeks.
"Soo, you ready to get goin', pretty girl?", he teased with a sheepish grin on his face as he adjusted his beanie slightly, strands of messy brown hair poking out here and there.
The nickname made you blush even harder, your hands reaching for your scarf on the top shelf.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Where do you want to take me anyways?", you asked, starting to wrap the warm material around your neck.
Ino stepped forward, his fingers finding the scarf. "Here, lemme help you with that", he murmured, fully concentrated on wrapping it just right so it couldn't bother you during what he had planned.
"We're going to the skatepark. You know, the one not far from campus.", he announced proudly while stepping back to admire his handiwork.
Your eyes widened as he finally revealed the destination of your date, that all too familiar anxiety taking over once more.
"That's a halfpipe. That thing over there is a lodge and that shit we're standing on is a pyramid. But you need lots of practice to attempt most of these actually. Hakari still can't even balance himself on a rail fully." He was gesturing around wildly, determinded to make sure you were as informed as possible. It was heartwarming, really. Seeing him so passionate about something, that look on his face making your heart melt.
"But I've never even skated before", you admitted quietly, earning a soft huff from Ino, his index finger brushing your hand briefly.
"Don't worry. I'll teach you."
♡
You'd walked past the skatepark in the past once or twice, but seeing it from so up close was an entirely different experience. You had never seen Ino this excited before, eyes wide with eagerness as he explained every single structure around to you.
"That over there is Hakari, but you already know him. Oh and that's Kirara, she's super cool. I bet you'd get along with her. And those two over there are Yuji and Megumi, but they're on a date right now, so we better not disturb them"
Easier said than done as it had turned out. You had zero talent for skating, no matter how hard you tried or how much Ino encouraged you to keep going. Rolling had been easy, almost too much so. You should've known right when Ino started approaching the ramps that it was over for you.
"Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink maybe? Sorry if this all sucks, I'm honestly new to all this dating stuff, y'know you're te first girl I've asked out since like forever", he kept babbling on until your soft chuckle made him quiet down for a second, auburn eyes softening as he glanced at you.
"Everything's perfect, Ino. So what, will you teach me skating now?", you asked, watching as his mouth spread into an even wider grin than before, a small dimple forming on his right cheek.
You took a deep breath to steady yourself before pushing off with one foot, bringing the board to roll. You lifted your foot back onto the skate, just like Ino showed you countless times, using your arms to stay balanced. Wind hit your face as your board made its way down the ramp.
You were petrified to say the very least. The ramp had seemed far narrower when you were looking up at it, but now? Oh, absolutely not. You did NOT trust that shabby old excuse of a board enough to roll down there.
"Do I have to?", you called down, feeling your anxiety rising slightly once again.
Ino stood on the pavement bellow, giving you an encouraging thumb-up. "I'll catch you, I swear", he called back.
"I'm doing it!", you exclaimed in excitement, just to get a pebble under your wheel the very next second, causing you to loose balance. A yelp left your mouth as you tried regaining control over the board and just as you were about to fall off two strong arms caught you, tugging you away from the skate.
"Shit, shit, shit, I'm so sorry, oh my god, shit", Ino muttered on and on, carefully setting you down onto the ground, his hand lingering on your waist to steady you just a bit longer than necessary.
"Are you alright?", he then hesitantly questioned, scratching the back of his head with a frown sitting on his face.
You nodded slowly, your hand trailing down your arm to make sure your limbs were still intact. "Yeah, I.. I just need a second", you gave back to which he instantly responded with another series of quick nods, offering his hand to steady you on the walk back to the ramp you had left your things on earlier.
You were impressed, to say the very least, but Kirara kept telling you the tricks weren't even that hard, which you absolutely didn't believe. After seeing Ino do a full on handstand on the roll-in of a smaller ramp (succesfully showing of his toned abs in the process, his shirt kept moving too much), you had a newfound respect for every skater you'd ever seen.
Safe to say you didn't set foot onto that skateboard again.
You were sitting on Ino's jacket which was splayed out over the cold stone of the lodge, Kirara right next to you as you watched Hakari and Ino (try) showing off their tricks on the different routes the skatepark offereed.
After a while him and Hakari returned, a playful banter on who impressed "the ladies" more, getting more and more heated as Ino reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up to wipe the sweat from his forehead, once again flashing those surprisingly defined abs at you, yet this time way more up close.
You had always expected for him to have kind of a sleeper build, but this? He looked like a greek god.
"Wanna go and get something to eat? It'd be a horrible date if I didn't at least get you food", Ino offered, taking his jacket as you got up, nodding.
"Yeah, that's a good thought.", you confirmed with a small smile, earning a full on grin from him as he nodded eagerly.
"I know a place", he assured, grabbing your hand before you could start overthinking things.
Ino felt his heart racing when you didn't pull your hand away. Slowly, carefully he threaded his fingers through yours, holding his breath as he anticipated your reaction. When he felt a light squeeze back he felt as if he could just kiss you right then and there.
Ino's hand in yours was like a warm, secure anchor, grounding you in this very moment as the two of you strolled through the little park leading to the outskirts of town. Couples were all around you, you could almost swear you'd just seen Shoko with a girl somewhere around here.
"Soo, you like art class?", Ino broke the silence, averting his gaze from your surroundings to look at you instead, his chocolate brown eyes meeting yours.
You shrugged, kicking a small pebble on your way.
"Yeah, I guess so. Professor Utahime's nice"
Ino's eyebrows shot up before he chuckled, shrugging.
"Mhm, if you say so. I just go there in case she finally decides to do something graffiti related"
"You do graffiti?", your eyes widened slightly. You'd always been amazed by street artists, taking a break to appreciate every of their left behind artworks whenever you passed through a rather abandoned area of town.
Ino nodded, feeling heat rush into his cheeks as he heard the amazement in your voice.
"Yeah, sometimes. My friend, Kashimo, he's like crazy good at it. He even has an artist name and shit. And he signs every artwork with that dope hyperrealistic lightningbolt. I don't have a tag yet, though I've had some ideas in the past, but none of them hit right, y'know? Anyway, what are you in art class for?"
You shrugged, a warm feeling spreading through you when you felt his thumb drawing small circles on the back of your hand. "I'm really into fashion. One day I really want to do something with design. And Professor Utahime does a great job at teaching anatomy, I think. And that helps me a lot most of the time."
Ino nodded along in amazement. He'd never expected that from you. Sure, your outfits were stunning and you managed to look put together even during the worst exam season. Maybe it was making a lot more sense now.
"Ohh, you'd be an amazing designer! Maybe you should design some baggy pants that physically can't get caught up in the wheels of anything. Because, I'm telling you, my pants have ripped more times than I'd like to admit.", at this point Takuma was just telling you watever in the hopes to see that smile again, to be blessed with the sound of your soft little chuckle, maybe an amused eyeroll.
"Yuji's uncle owns the place and when I tell you that man knows how to make his sushi! He's a little scary at first though, but don't worry", he added as you were already walking in through the big doors, which he of course held open for you.
He was eating all your reactions up way more than he should.
♡
The place Ino had been talking out about turned out to be a little sushi bar in the backlanes of town. Graffiti everywhere, dim lights coming out the big windows.
"Here we are!", Ino announced proudly, pointing at the big sign with the words 'malevolent kitchen' printed onto it.
"Yo, uncle Kuna!", he called out and not even five seconds later a massive man appeared behind the counter, tattooed face looking at Ino gruffly, a strand of pink hair falling into his tanned face.
"Not you again, Takuma", he grumbled, adjusting his plastic gloves.
"Oh, come on, I brought a girl, you could at least pretend to be nice", Ino gave back with a small laugh, stepping forward confidently. You prefered to stay by the small tables, offering the huge man a shy smile.
Chef Sukuna sighed, averting his attention to Ino. "So, what will it be today?"
Ino tapped his chin, deep in thought before nodding over to you. "Hey, do you have any preffrences?"
You just shook your head, watching as he ordered a little from everything, returning to you with three plastic boxes. "Come on, I gotta show ya something", he urged, flashing a grin at Sukuna as you headed out again.
You just followed him pretty much blindly as he maneuverd through streets that were almost too narrow to pass through, over bridges until you finally reached a secluded park-like spot.
A few benches here and there, perfect view at a small pond and an old wall that stretched across a few meters, almost every inch covered in artful graffiti.
"We could eat here", Ino offered, setting the boxes down onto one of the benches.
Your mouth was parted slightly as you took in the art on these stones. Many portraits, lightningbolts and flowers everywhere.
"How do you know this place?", you asked, turning to look up at him. Ino smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder slowly.
"Well, some of those works are mine, actually. Why, you like it?", he teases, chuckling softly as you nodded quickly.
"I'm actually speechless", you gave back, earning that grin again as he turned you back towards the bench.
"Come on, let's eat while the sushi's still fresh", he suggested.
For such a sketchy place it was surprisingly good, if not even the best sushi you've ever had. You were sitting on the bench next to Ino, your shoulder brushing his whenever you moved.
"So, I've been meaning to ask you", you started, swallowing the last piece of nigiri you'd just taken, "Why did you ask me out?"
Ino hesitated for a second before shrugging. "Yer pretty. And kind. And smart. Nah, fuck pretty, you're beautiful. I've had a crush on you since the first day of class probably. You maybe don't remember, but back then I dropped my stuff and-"
"And I helped you pick it up", you finished, a soft chuckle escaping you, your hand flying up to cover your mouth. Ino just raised an eyebrow, leaning back.
"Hey, what's so funny?", he questioned, nudging you in the side lightly. You gave him that small smile he had grown to love, lowering your voice slightly.
"Well, there's a possibility that I've had a crush on you since then as well", you admitted with a small chuckle, a surprised look all over his face.
"No way"
"I'm serious"
"No way. I'm the luckiest bastard alive", he declared, a heartfelt laugh leaving him.
You chuckled, your fingers brushing against his knuckles, tracing the faint, calloused lines.
"Mhm, If you say so.", you gave back, tilting your head slightly.
You kept taking for what felt like hours and for the first time in your life you felt like you weren't being constantly judged by someone.
Ino just got you, in ways neither of you would've ever expected.
"Wait. You actually know Nanami Kento?", your eyes were wide as Ino nodded in confirmation, throwing his hands up.
"Know him? I'm obssesed with this man! I've seen all his movies, I literally have a poster from shibuya incident hanging over my bed!", he exclaimed, a small laugh leaving you.
"I've never met anyone who also knows Nanami Kento as well. That's so crazy"
Ino nodded along eagerly, already packing up the trash from the sushi packagings.
"Me neither. Guess we're meant to be, huh?", he teased, to which you just playfully punched his arm, immediately apologizing after.
Ino just laughed softly, getting up from the bench.
"Alright, it's getting late. I should probably get you home safe", he concluded, extending a hand to you which you took without hesitating.
The walk back was quiet. You were tired, your head resting against his shoulder, his arm slung around your waist. By the time you reached your dorm you were basically half asleep.
"Good night, pretty girl. Thanks for today", Ino whispered, his fingers brushing the nape of your neck as he stood in your doorway. Your eyes softened as you nodded, your fingers wrapping around his wrist.
"Night, skaterboy"
Ino chuckled softly before pressing his lips against your forehead, letting them linger, taking in your scent, the proximity between you two. And you let him, gladly.
"Good night", he repeated, pulling back with that grin on his face, dimple forming on his right cheek.
You stood in place after the door shut for a good five minutes, mind racing with all the things that happened in just one day. Your lips formed into a smile as you went into your bedroom, already looking forward to seeing him again in art class.
♡
"You really outdid yourself this time", Hajime Kashimo remarked, stepping back from the wall, watching Ino add another tiny heart to his new work.
"You think so? I'm not sure she'll like it. She doesn't apperciate that big attention, y'know?", Ino gave back, pulling off his balaclava, the spray can being dropped onto the pile forming by the bench.
"No, she'll love this. Hell, even I'd go out with you if you whipped up somethin' like that for me", Kashimo retored, pulling out a cigarette from the pocket of his torn up baggy jeans.
"Mhm, good to know.", Ino chuckled, pulling his sleeve to check the time on the platinum watch he'd gotten to match with Nanami Kento's character in the Shibuya incident.
"Oh, fuck. I got class in like three hours", he cursed under his breath, starting to stuff the cans into his backpack.
"Just skip it", Hajime offered lazily, to which Ino only scoffed.
"Class with her, dipshit", he grumbled.
Kashimo laughed out loud, shaking his head. "First Hakari, now you. Are there any single people I'm friends with left?"
Ino shrugged, zipping the backpack up and slinging it over his shoulder.
"Nah, man. You're alone on that one. Or at least I hope"
♡
"Can I look yet?"
"Absolutely not."
"Why not?"
"Cause it's a surprise!"
"I hate surprises", you grumbled back, at which Ino just let out a snort of laughter, his big hand fully covering your eyes in case you saw something through the makeshift blindfold that was your scarf.
"You'll love this one", he assured, leading you over what you could only guess was a bridge. "I hope", he added under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as you two got closer to what he had planned.
"Why can't you just tell me?", you whined, almost stumbling over some stone on the road, yet Ino caught you in time.
"Shit, sorry", he muttered before finally stopping, having you spin thrice in case you still had a clue of where you were (which was basically impossible considering how many times he'd accidentally led you into a wall).
"Okay, you can look now", he announced proudly, yet a hint of anxiety tinged his usually so confident voice.
A mural of your face, soft smile adorning your features, intricate details making sure every freckle, every faint line of your face was visible. Your favorite flowers, the ones Ino had gotten you for Valentine's date decorated the background, covering the lower portion of your torso completely.
You didn't hesitate to pull that itchy blindfold off, yet what your eyes were met with amde you forget all the struggles or complaints you'd previously had.
In front of you was that same wall you two had visited on your date two weeks ago, yet in the middle there was a new graffiti, a fresh piece.
Little hearts surrounded the portrait, and not far down was a heart, your and Ino's inital written in it.
You had to cover your mouth with both your hands, eyes wide as you slowly turned to face Ino.
There he stood, one hand stuffed into the pocket of his baggy jeans, the other holding a fresh bouquet of flowers.
"I know this isn't a lot", he started, scratching the back of his head, "But you make me feel like no one else ever did. And ever since that date, god I haven't thought of anyting but you. I can't concentrate, I feel like I can't even breathe when you're not around and don't even get me started on-"
Your lips were on his before you could register your own movements. His eyes widened for a pilt second before falling shut, his hands coming up to your waist carefully. The kiss was gentle, experimental but still so right. Your lips were soft and warm against his and he could've sworn he was in heaven right now.
"You did that for me?", you whispered when you broke away, forehead resting against his.
Ino nodded, his face slightly flushed.
"You like it?"
"I love it", you whispered and this time he kissed you. There was nowhere you'd rather be than right here beneath his touch, his lips.
"Be my girlfriend", he breathed against your mouth. "Please", he added, one hand sliding up to the back of your neck.
a/n: thanks @sixxels for making me a part of this collab, I just loved meeting so many amazing writers!!
"Okay", was all you had to whisper and he was already picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.
"Thank you", he whispered, pressing a small kiss to your throat.
synopsis: a story in which a depressed satoru gets sent to the future and sees just how bright it eventually becomes. meanwhile, you're reminded of how much of a brat your husband used to be when you first started dating.
cw: time travel, smut w/ a touch of angst bc we LOVE plot, satoru's actually so mean at first lol, dad!jo (him and reader share a daughter together)
notes: hiiii we got 6.5k words for this one ❤️ comm for the lovely @sadlittlecucumberi i hope u like!!!!
Satoru’s life ended up being a fucking bummer.
His best friend’s a mass murderer. Shoko’s gone off to do her own thing with medicine. Nanami left to go become a banker or whatever. Ijichi’s… Ijichi. Oh, and Haibara’s dead. Everyone who’s alive seems to have moved on— so should Satoru, honestly. But times proved that to be quite difficult.
He’s starting to understand where Suguru was coming from with the whole exorcise-absorb mantra. Except for him, it was exorcise and destroy, leaving every cursed site he’s stepped foot on looking like god himself decided to hit the reset button to obliterate the place.
Nobody says anything about it. He’s probably the closest thing to a god. Despite having tried his hardest all throughout his youth to fit in and act as if he was just like everyone else, people were still terrified to fuck with him.
And despite the chaos he’s constantly surrounded by— mainly from his own doing— the days still find a way to bleed into each other, morphing into a never ending cycle of boredom and violence. It’s quite the combo. The higher ups are lucky he’s too tired to plot anything behind their backs.
He’s exhausted.
The past is too blurry. The future’s too bleak.
Gojo was bound to fuck up sooner or later. The thought of him finally snapping like Suguru did, dangling in the back of his mind, taunting him.
He didn’t snap. It’s so much worse than that. At least in the eyes of the arrogant boy who got bested by, what he assumed to be a grade two curse because of how pudgy and stupid it looked. The thing that caught him lacking looked like a fucking blob fish that struggled with crippling anxiety, how the hell was he supposed to know that it could mess with timeof all things?
One moment he’s laughing at the way it looks, the next he’s in the complete dark.
That was the first time he’s smiled in months, by the way.
“Huh?” Satoru huffs out, trying to look around before eventually realizing that he has a blindfold on, and rips it off in annoyance. “Don’t tell me that thing knocked me out,” he begins to grumble to himself. It’d explain why he had a blindfold on… but then he realized he was in a completely different outfit, one that you didn’t put on someone who was currently in rest and recovery.
He highly doubts Shoko would even change him, anyway, at least not for this.
“Oh hey, you’re home.”
Home?
He looks around, and all he knows is this isn’t the dorm he’s continued to stay in after graduation, purely due to the fact that he was already out on missions for up to 18 hours each day. Not to mention that the penthouse he was currently standing in was too clean to be his. Too warm. Way too comfortable.
You already knew there was something deeply off in those first few seconds of looking into his eyes. This wasn’t your husband— this was the hot mess you met and still fell in love with all those years ago.
You tilt your head to the side, more curious than cautious, “Everything alright?”
“Yeah,” he snorts, literally the worst liar ever. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“I don’t know,” you hum, holding eye contact long enough to leave him feeling a bit unsettled. “You tell me.”
First of all, who the fuck do you think you are speaking to him like that?
Second, who even are you?
Something big and shiny on your finger catches his attention, then he looks at his own hand that has an equally shiny band around his ring finger.
Fuck.
“Honey–”
Satoru physically cringes at the pet name, giving himself away once again.
“I’m not Satoru,” he blurts out, rubbing his eyes in frustration. “I mean, I am, but I’m not— FUCK– some fuckin’ curse blasted me into the future, and I need to go back.”
Well, that was quick. He’s always quick to fold under pressure when it comes to you— it’s something he’s unaware of though, as he fights back the urge to start pacing back and forth.
There’s a light smack from your mouth when you go to open it, only for the words to never even come, let alone die out. Nothing about this surprises you. This is not the craziest thing that’s happened since you’ve met Satoru.
Your lips thin into a smile as you take a deep breath, knowing you had no choice but to accept your new circumstances.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” He raises a brow at how you just… accepted it.
“Yeah… I believe it.” You respond flatly, then point at him, casually motioning your finger up and down. “Your attitude kinda sucked when we first met.”
He grimaces, taken aback by the statement. “No, it doesn’t–”
“You also liked to argue, too.”
“Okay— whatever,” he waves a dismissive hand, not at all interested in hearing what else you had to say. At this point, it just sounded like you wanted to shit on him, something he actually doesn’t have any fucking time for right now. “You’re a sorcerer… right?”
“No.”
“Christ.” Satoru sighs, turning on his heel. “You’re fuckin’ useless—“
You scoff, more humored than offended. “Where are you going?”
“To figure this shit out!” he snaps, throwing his arms out as he turns around to face you.
“Okay,” you shrug, still way too calm for Satoru’s liking, as it pisses him off even more. “If you don’t get it all figured out tonight, you can always come back. We have a guest room.”
“Yeah, thanks.” He huffs out a bitter laugh, as if that was the dumbest suggestion he’s ever heard. “I appreciate the offer.”
–
“Yaga” Satoru storms into the principal’s office, ignoring all his cursed stuffed animals, but noticing what he’s done with his hair. “What the fuck happened to you?”
The principal's brows pinch together, wishing he had locked the door to his office. Satoru fucked with him enough today by showing up to a meeting 20 minutes late with some sugary frap in his hand, and now he’s storming into his office, insulting him out of nowhere.
“Actually, nevemind.” Satoru waves a hand to stop him from even answering his question, reminding himself not to get sidetracked right now. “Look, I need your help. I got sent into the future by some curse, and I need to get back.”
Yaga inhales sharply. “What are you even talking about?”
“Exactly what I just said! I’m from 2009! Not whatever age I am now—”
“31.”
Satoru throws up a little in his mouth. “Send me back.”
Yaga lets out a long, disappointed sigh. It’s always something with Satoru. Always. Having to deal with the younger version of him was a painful reminder that he’s been dealing with his bullshit for well over a decade now. Nothing surprises him anymore.
“Let me see if some other windows would be willing to help look through the library. I’m sure you’ll be able to find information on what kind of curse you got hit with.”
“Thank you,” Satoru groans, still not very pleased by everyone’s reactions thus far, but grateful that he can at least get somewhere with Yaga… unlike a certain somebody.
Hours later, he finds himself at the school’s dusty, unkept library. It looks worse than it originally looked before he walked in. Books sprawled everywhere. Research papers were scattered all over the tables and floor. Assistants running around in every direction, more than half of them terrified at the total 180 in Satoru’s attitude.
“W-we can’t find anything,” Ijichi says, too old to be acting this scared in Satoru’s opinion.
He hums, elbows still resting on his knees, not bothering to sit up. “Hey, Ijichi?”
Ijichi gulped loudly, managing to annoy the world’s strongest sorcerer even more. “...Yes?”
“How are you even more incompetent now than you were before?”
“I tried my best! I swear!”
“Well, it’s not good enough— I’m still here!” he snaps at the nervous wreck of a man. Thank fucking god Ijichi listened to him and just became a window. He sucks at it too, but at least it’s easier for this dumbass to avoid death. “God— what the fuck am I supposed to do now?!”
“This is just one of the libraries, there’s more! And some in Kyoto too, that we’ll have the Kyoto branch check out.”
“Do whatever you need to do. I’m just letting you know right now that if I'm not back by tomorrow, you better watch the fuck out.”
The threat is followed by complete dead silence, aside from a certain someone's breath catching in horror.
“Me?!” Ijichi squeaks out.
The sorcerer doesn’t bother answering that and instead walks away, grumbling something insulting under his breath, just in complete and utter disbelief over how Ijichi truly hasn’t changed.
—
You figured your husband would eventually come back, so you set some food aside for him, and now you’re sitting at the dinner table, trying not to laugh at the pout on his face as he picks at his dinner with the chopsticks in his hand.
“Is the food good?”
“Sure.”
“I can warm that up for you, if you want?” you ask, barely trying to hide your amusement.
“No thanks,” he curtly responds before shoving another piece of karaage into his mouth. He’s known to have a sweet tooth, but chicken karaage’s probably his favorite food, savory wise. You almost want to tell him that he’s allowed to enjoy food even if his day hasn’t gone the way he had planned. “I’d appreciate it if you stopped staring.”
Your lips twitch, threatening to break out into a fit of laughter. “Right, sorry.”
“Mommy…? Is Daddy home yet?”
Oh great. As if the day couldn’t get any worse— now there’s a child.
“Yeah,” you respond in a tentative tone, shooting Satoru a look that screams ‘behave or else’, and even though you are currently a stranger to him, it intimidates him enough to behave for the time being.
A little girl, no older than 4 years old, walks into the kitchen and Satoru’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head upon seeing his daughter. It’s pretty obvious she’s his with her baby blue eyes and stark white hair. Her facial features are entirely yours, though. It’s strange to see.
“Hey… kiddo—” he awkwardly says, not really sure how to address the little girl. You clear your throat, mouthing ‘princess’ when he looks at you, because your daughter also happens to have her dad’s attitude. “I mean princess.”
It’s hilarious how unnatural it sounds right now when he was the one who started calling her that the moment you two took her home from the hospital.
“You pomis to wead bedtime stowie,” she starts to pout— same exact way he does.
“Did I?” He gives the girl a sympathetic look, albeit fake.
“Yeah,” she frowns as she walks up to you, giving him the world’s nastiest side eye. “Liar.”
Why is that the one word she’s able to enunciate correctly? She didn’t even stutter.
“Yeah— I was a little busy with work today,” he murmurs, as if she knew what that even meant. With the glare she was giving him, he doubted she’d even care if he broke down what work and the importance of it was. “Maybe mommy can read to you tonight?”
Sai wasn’t having that.
Satoru spent the end of his night reading her favorite book to her. Multiple times. He almost asked if it was some form of punishment for not upholding a promise he didn’t technically make himself, but decided against it in fear that she’d make him read it one more time. Sai fell asleep… eventually. Despite there being no way to prove it, he knows that the little girl forced herself to stay up out of pure spite.
But still, he finds himself smiling as he thinks about his nightmare of a future, not wiping it off quickly enough when you lightly knock on the guest bedroom door.
“Here’s some jammys for the night.” You smile back as you walk up and hand him a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt, both neatly folded up. “Figured you wouldn’t want to sleep in your work clothes.”
“Oh uh— thanks.” He clears his throat and forces out a laugh, pushing through the embarrassment of getting caught smiling to himself.
You’re giving him that look again. The one that’s mixed with amusement and a bit of fondness, where you look like you’re about to start making fun of him, but never do. Satoru would rather die than admit it makes him nervous.
“What?”
There’s a small pause as your smile grows. “Do you like your kid?”
“She’s weird.”
“Yeah, no— you wouldn’t believe who she got that from.”
“Fuck off.” A laugh easily slips through his lips this time, unable to stay serious at the thought of her inheriting even just a quarter of the traits he had as a child. Then it grows quiet again as he realizes she probably has the freedom to be a kid.
He wants to ask, but you beat him to it with a statement that answered the question he had in mind.
“Your duties as her father don’t end just because you managed to time travel by the way,” you say playfully, though he knows you’re being dead serious.
He can only guess what other horrors that little girl will subject him to for the rest of his time here. To put it simply, she’s not afraid of Dad.
For once, somebody doesn’t look at him as a god to fear.
—
It’s been over a month.
Ijichi and the rest of the windows are just as useless as they were when they first started trying to find answers. All that’s changed is that Nanami knows, and doesn’t seem to be too thrilled about the fact that he is now involved.
But still, the search for the fix to his predicament continues, turning every library and warehouse upside down. That’s all they could really do— aside from asking the elders for assistance of some sort.
Over his dead body.
Knowing they’d most likely do more harm than good, everyone’s agreed to keep this all a little secret from them.
So all that’s left to do, or rather forced to do, is to be patient. It’s hard. Satoru doesn’t do patient— he’s the type to snap his fingers and have a solution magically appear right before his eyes. You can only imagine how difficult it’s been for him to accept that he can’t immediately get what he wants right now.
Not to mention the fact that he had to continue working throughout all of this, but that wasn’t very surprising.
Now, what was surprising was learning that he has his weekends completely to himself. If anything, he assumed he’d just work more as time went on, but no. Turns out he threatened to kill the higher-ups if they didn’t let him have that when you two got married.
Satoru looks over your body once.
Twice.
He totally understands his future self.
He looks again for a third time, and you just so conveniently turn around, showing off your cute, frilly little apron covered in flour streaks.
It’s Sunday— you’ve been baking sweet treats all morning, and he wishes he had been a little nicer to you. Especially a couple of days ago when he snapped at you.
You had found him sitting alone on the balcony, head in his hands from yet another day of failure.
“Hey… any good news?”
“No,” he said impatiently. “If there was, I wouldn’t fucking be here right now.”
“Fair enough.” Your voice took a dip as you looked at the ground, allowing yourself to feel a little hurt for a moment before trying to lift the mood again. “Well… me and Sai stopped by your favorite bakery and got you the cookies you like if you wanted some—“
“No— no,” Satoru cut you off. “I don’t want your fucking cookies. I don’t want to do a family movie night where all we watch is Ms. Rachel. I don’t want to read some book about a mouse trying to become a fucking painter over and over again. I don’t want ANY of it. I want to fucking go home— what part about that do you not get?”
You tried to stand as straight as possible despite your shoulders growing heavier, pushing against the small frown threatening to carve itself across your face. You forgot how mean he used to be, at least during that first year of dating him. It only stings more because the man you married would never raise his voice like that, and you remind yourself that this isn’t him.
After a long pause, he looked up at you and immediately felt guilt wash over him.
“I didn’t mean that,” he tried to meet your eyes as he began to backtrack. “I’m sorry, I just— fuck. I didn’t mean any of that—”
“It’s fine.” You forced yourself to look at him again and smile. “I’ll uh… give you some space.”
The one thing about Satoru is that he doesn’t apologize. Like ever. So, one could only imagine how painfully awkward it was later that night when he knocked on your bedroom door to say he was sorry. It didn’t help that you were in a paper-thin silk slip, skin glistening from the lotion you rubbed all over it— he spent half his time trying not to stare at your tits. Had you been anyone else, it wouldn’t have felt as genuine.
But thank fuck he apologized, you probably would’ve spent all day ignoring him.
You raise a brow, and his cheeks start to pink. “What are you staring at?”
“Nothing, you just–” he awkwardly gestures at your entire body, “there’s flour all over you.”
It almost sounds like he’s offended by it. He kind of is. You keep your foot on his fucking neck— he doesn’t even know why he came out here.
“Oh, right— 'cause messes have always bothered you,” you lean over the island ever so slightly. The pink on his cheeks darkens as you do, unable to control his eyes from drifting down to your cleavage. And while he’s not exactly ashamed of looking— you are his wife after all— he can’t help but be a little flustered.
He’s always had a thing for milfs.
Especially when said milf is talking about messes— he knows a couple of places he could make a mess on right now.
“Nah,” he rests his elbows on the marble counter as a playful grin stretches across his face. “This is nothing compared to how I like it.”
You tilt your head, a small laugh escaping you as you rest your chin over your palm, curious to see where this conversation will get you.
“How do you like it?” you ask, as if you didn’t already know how filthy and depraved he could get when he’s alone in a room with you.
And you fucking miss that.
He opens his mouth to respond.
Then you hear your daughter whimpering about waking up alone. It’s nothing new, and you revert back to mom mode as you watch her turn the corner and waddle towards you.
Satoru, on the other hand, is not used to this. The slightly bruised laugh he lets out just barely masks his desire to fucking scream. What a fucking cockblock— no wonder you only have one kid.
His kid completely ignores his existence as she wraps herself around your leg, continuing to whimper despite no actual tears streaming down her cheeks. “I had a nightmawh.”
Meanwhile, there’s Satoru, who has yet to wake up from his very own nightmare. He internally sighs, then attempts to grab her attention because it doesn’t feel very good watching her give it all to you. “You wanna share a muffin with daddy?”
It’s starting to sound more natural.
“Y-yeah,” she sniffles.
Minutes later, she’s sitting on his lap, absolutely demolishing the blueberry muffin they ended up splitting— a complete 180. He couldn’t be mad, even if he tried.
His little girl was a dream.
—
Month two. Ijichi is still as useless as ever. He stopped complaining to you about him, though. You noticed he doesn’t talk about going back to his original timeline all that much anymore.
It’s not like Satoru’s given up hope, he’s just more present, as if he finally realized that wallowing in self-pity wasn’t going to send him back any faster. He’s unknowingly more like his future self— laid back, not a care in the world.
He’s even sleeping in for once. It’s not that hard though when Sai’s gone for the day. She seemed to care more about getting the hell out of the house with her grandparents than greeting her father a good morning. You didn’t push her to, either— figuring Satoru needed the sleep. He always does.
It’s too bad that his phone started blowing up at around 10:00 am. Unfortunately for you, he left his phone in the living room, leaving you to get up and grab it since the master bedroom was the closest room to it. With how thick the walls are, you doubt he’d even hear it.
With a long sigh, you rise from bed, rubbing the sleep off your eyes as you snatch the stupid phone off the coffee table.
The snores coming from Satoru reach your ears before you even open the door. You have to hold back a laugh as you walk in and take a look at him. Face down, his long limbs sprawled over the bed, messy white hair sticking out in all directions.
You reach out and place a gentle hand on his shoulder, surprised infinity is off.
“Toru?” He stirs a bit, and you cautiously attempt to wake him up again. “Toru— someone’s been trying to call you for the past 10 minutes now.”
He lifts his head, eyes still sealed shut as he murmurs, “Who?”
“Uhh,” you look at the screen, unsure of who it might be. “Your contact name for them is nerd.”
You know it’s not Ijichi because his contact name is “courage 🐶” in his phone. Someone else must've annoyed Satoru for him to change yet another contact.
Satoru shoves his head back into the pillow and groans before taking the phone off your hands.
It’s Nanami. He, of all people, should know now is not the time to be blowing up his phone right now because he is fucking sleeping. It’s a Saturday for fucks sake.
Satoru sighs and accepts the call, grumbling into the phone. “What?”
Nanami cuts straight to the chase, as he would rather be doing anything else right now.
“How long are you planning on hiding your secret from the higher-ups?” he asks in a clipped tone.
Satoru rubs his eyes, too tired to return the same sense of urgency his friend seems to have at the moment. “Forever.”
“Don’t give me that.” A vein pops up on the side of the usually stoic man’s forehead. “They asked me about you this morning. They know something’s up. I can’t keep covering for you if it means my own safety’s on the line.”
“You really haven’t changed, have you?” It’s more of a statement than a question.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean—“
“You’ll be fine,” Satoru cuts him off. “They’re always up my ass anyway. I doubt they’re even suspicious. They just don’t know how to mind their own fuckin’ business. Seriously. You’re worrying over nothing right now.”
“I swear to god Gojo, if you—“
“Kay’ good night.”
Click.
Nanami’s probably fuming right now, but he’ll get over it. Satoru wanted to enjoy this. Lying in a comfy bed, surrounded by nothing but peace and quiet. He closes his eyes and stretches a bit, then rests his hands behind his head.
He would’ve forgotten that you were still sitting at the edge of the bed had you not lightly cleared your throat. One eye opens to look at you, then closes. The last thing he wants to do is share the reason why Nanami had been blowing up his phone all morning.
“Just because you can’t see me doesn’t mean I’m not here.” You cross your arms. “What was that all about?”
“Nothin’,” he easily says. “Just Nanami being Nanami— the guy’s a fuckin’ stickler for no reason.”
“That’s a little rude, no?” you chastise him.
“So is waking me up.”
“Sai wakes you up all the time, though.”
“Sai’s a ball of sunshine,” he says, quickly coming to her defense. “Not a grown man with depression— where is she by the way?”
“She’s spending the afternoon with my parents.”
Both eyes open this time, and stay open. “Why didn’t you go with them?”
“No way,” you wave a hand. “I need a break, too.”
“Yeah, no— I’m sure,” he agrees, feeling flustered all the sudden.
And Satoru being Satoru, he doesn’t do a very good job of hiding it, once again forgetting that you can read him better than anyone else can.
You smile, scooching closer, “You good there?”
“Yeah, m’fine,” he murmurs, trying not to shift around too much.
“I can take care of that, you know.”
“What?”
“That.” You look down at the boner he’s been trying to hide since finding out it’s just you two here.
“That’s not—“ His brain straight up short-circuits. “You don’t think that’s weird?”
“No.” You continue to inch forward, getting closer to him. “Do you think it’s weird?”
“No— never,” he shakes his head, answering a little too fast. “Fuck— won’t future me get mad?”
“Not at all. The most he’d probably do is make me show him what we did.”
“Make you show him?” he repeats after you in disbelief.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, that’s— that’s fuckin’ hot.”
Minutes later, you’re leaning forward with your hand wrapped around his base, and his breath catches as you start to slowly pump his cock.
“Feel good?”
His lids lower as he hums, “yeah— keep going.”
You lean forward, letting a string of spit fall from your lips to the tip of his cock, letting it mix with the precum that was already beading down from it. The wet sounds of you stroking him begin to grow, making the heat in between your legs start to pool.
“Can I sit on it?” You look up at him, batting your lashes as you innocently ask.
“Please,” he blurts out, just about ready to start begging you to.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as eager as him after all the weeks spent pretending like you don’t notice the way he stares at you. Lustfully. The slip you’re wearing happens to be extra short today, so you forego stripping down and practically pounce on him. Your soaked panties grazing over his rock-hard length as you straddle him, letting yourself get comfortable while Satoru grows impatient.
His hands find themselves planted on your hips and pull you down. A low groan escapes him as he grinds you against him. “God— fuck me. Please.”
“Well, since you’re being so sweet—”
You reach down, hooking a finger into the fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side. He’s already lining himself up with your entrance, teasing your hole as he runs his tip through your folds, collecting all the slick. His lips part as he watches in awe at how damn wet you are.
His head tips back as you lower yourself, groaning and rambling to himself as if you weren’t there to hear it all.
"Fuck. You’re so hot.” His words come out strained as he watches you start to take him inch by inch, slowly working yourself open. “So fuckin’ tight, too.”
“Mmm— forgot how big you are.” Your voice is all soft and breathy from the fullness, nails slowly digging into his abs as you bottom out.
It takes a minute to adjust— it has been 3 months after all. But then you finally roll your hips, and Satoru almost starts singing praises at how good you are at that— lifting your hips all the way up and throwing them back, taking all of him.
"Fuck yeah– just like that," he breathes, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. "Feels so fucking good."
You murmur back a measly, “kay,” already dizzy from the stretch. You’re able to keep up the pace on your own for a bit, until you feel his grip on you tighten and the sounds of skin slapping against his start to grow as he starts to help you out.
You wouldn’t exactly call it help though, not when he ended up doing all the work— holding you steady while he practically bounces you on his cock, pulling more and more moans out of you as the head of his cock repeatedly kissed your sweet spot with almost no effort.
"You take it so good," he groans, pupils blown wide as he starts to feel himself lose control, snapping his hips up a little harder than the last. He wants more, he always wants more— so he pulls you forward and pulls your straps down far enough for your tits to spill out. "Perfect fuckin’ tits. Been thinking about these for weeks."
You let out a surprised gasp as he pops a nipple in his mouth with no warning. You fully believe him with the way he starts sucking and swirling and flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud, all while snapping his hips up harder.
He pulls back with a pop, looking up at you for approval. “Was that good?”
“Mhm.” There’s a fucked out expression on your face as you weakly nod. “Harder.”
“You want me to fuck you harder?”
“Yeah.”
Something in him snaps. Eager to please you, he flips you over and folds you underneath him— grabbing the back of your knees and pinning them to your chest so he can drive his cock into you deeper.
“Better?”
He drives his hips forward again, knocking the air out of your lungs. “God— yes.”
“I can’t— fuck— can’t believe you’re all mine, can’t believe I get to have you,” he starts to ramble as the sounds of him absolutely pounding into you fill the room. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect— all of you.”
He crashes his lips into yours— the kiss is messy, powered by hunger. Satoru’s always been overwhelming, but it’s been years since it’s been this emotionally intense. He fucks you like he needs you, like he’s been waiting for you all his life.
Your walls begin to squeeze and flutter around his cock, pulling another groan out of him. “You close?”
“Yeah,” you whine, feeling the pressure begin to coil. “Keep going.”
He’s close too, you can tell by how sloppy his thrusts have grown, no longer trying to control himself as he starts chasing after both of your releases. He shoves his face into the crook of your neck and fucks you faster, harder— balls slapping against your ass with each lewd wet squelch.
Your orgasm hits you hard after one particularly rough thrust. Scratching at his back as a cry tears through you, and it only goes straight to his dick, not even realizing just how overstimulated you are from the way he drills into you.
“Fuck.” It’s just one word that comes out of his mouth after realizing how hard he’s about to fucking cum. He bites into your shoulder as his balls start to tighten, squeezing his eyes shut as he braces himself.
When it happens, it’s a lot. He shoves himself deep inside of you, unaware of all the weight he puts on you as hot spurts of cum begin to flood your walls. Slowly grinding against you, letting your tight pussy milk the rest of him.
You’re wrecked by the end of it. You both are— lids tired and heavy, bodies sore and out of breath.
And in the end, you just let yourself fall asleep, unaware of the soft kiss pressed against your temple as he watched you.
—
It’s month three, and Satoru doesn’t want to go back.
What was the point? It’s not like he had anyone or anything to go back to. Jujutsu Society never crumbled from him getting shot into the future. Would it really be that bad if he just never went back and continued on with his life from here?
He hasn’t uttered a word about it out loud, but the way he completely stopped asking Yaga and Ijichi for updates was telling of where he was at mentally.
Acceptance.
He likes his life here.
You’ve come to your own conclusion after these last three months.
No wonder why he was so hot and cold when you were trying to get to know him. Satoru got a little taste of genuine comfort, only for it to be ripped away from him sometime before you two actually met. It explains all the times you wondered why he even tried with you, despite being too emotionally inept to even be in a relationship. He probably went through the beginning of your relationship thinking you could disappear at any second.
With that being said, he can’t stay here. As much as you’d love to continue being the source of comfort for this version of Satoru, he needs to experience the last year he spent alone before meeting you. He needs to feel cautious around you. He needs to try and fail at opening up a handful of times before getting comfortable with the idea of truly being vulnerable with a person. Getting over that element of fear he had towards getting close to others is what made him a husband and father— he couldn’t just skip that part of his life.
You have no idea how you’re going to tell him that, though. You’re not one to kick a sick puppy, especially one as cute as him. He’s so happy here with you and Sai that the thought of doing so makes your chest ache.
He’s having a tea party with Sai right now, limbs way too long to sit in the little stool she pulled up for him to sit in. He drinks imaginary tea from the plastic pink cup she hands him, and your chest aches some more. You force yourself to look away before the tears start.
You’d do the next 11 years all over again if you could.
“Hey, Honey?” Satoru calls out to you.
There’s a pause before you whip your head around— it’s been months since he’s called you that. There’s nothing but warmth and fondness in his eyes as his gaze meets yours. “Why is Nanami’s number saved under ‘nerd’ in my phone?”
He’s back.
“I don’t know,” you laugh, despite the tear falling down your cheek. “You tell me.”
—
Satoru didn’t want to believe it when everything around him went dark once again. It’s not until his feet touch the ground with a soft thud and he finds himself back in his messy, cold dorm when reality slapped him across the face.
Something between a sob and a gut-wrenching scream rips from his throat. Grabbing the round shades he had hoped he’d never have to fucking wear again, he rips them off his face and sends it crashing into the wall, breaking into a hundred little pieces. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t give himself a chance to even breathe or think before raising his hand and releasing a purple orb with just a flick of his fingers.
Impulsive. Reckless. Deadly.
Satoru was fucking devastated.
Nobody knew what triggered him that night. All they knew was that the east wing of the school looked like it had been hit by an asteroid by the time he calmed down. He didn’t speak to anyone for a good two weeks following the incident. Everyone wants to think he was lucky the explosion didn’t have any casualties, but then they remembered who he was: Satoru fucking Gojo.
God’s don’t get punished, nor do natural disasters— it’s hard to tell which one he was at this point.
One Year Later
“If it’s that small of a curse, why are you sending me there?” Satoru continues to argue with one of the new managers over the phone.
It wasn’t that small of a curse. It was a grade one. But still, given the sorcerer’s title as a special grade, he was overqualified for the job.
“I’m sorry, we just don’t have anyone available to take on the case at the moment.” The young woman continues to apologize over the phone. “I think we might have a grade 3 available for the job. I- I can check—”
“Save it.” Satoru cuts her off. He wasn’t that heartless to push the case off to some 15 year old. That’s exactly how Haibara died. “Send me the address.”
The mission was nothing short of an inconvenience for him. He liked a challenge when exorcising curses, and the damn thing didn’t even put up a fucking fight. He traveled 2 hours to get here just for that? Unbelievable.
He wasn’t ready to leave and sit on a train for another 2 hours just yet, so he decided to walk around the town for a bit.
It was a cute place, a little quiet. Kinda boring. That’s never a bad thing, though. Lots of mom and pop shops, a few coffee shops scattered around, one of which he decided to try. A little sugar’s always good, at least to him.
The smell of vanilla and roasted coffee beans hit him as he walked into the place. There was a decent amount of customers inside. Not too much to feel crowded, but enough to stay busy. He keeps his eyes on the menu the entire time. The line moves fast, and he figures out what he wants just in time.
“And what can I get started for you today?”
His eyes are still on the screen, reading the item off the menu.
“Can I get a white chocolate mocha frappuccino, with an extra pump of…” his words die out, and his eyes widen as he finally looks at the girl taking his order. “Hey.”
“Hi.” You laugh at the way this stranger loses his train of thought. “Extra pump of white chocolate syrup?”
“Yeah.” He exhales, unable to rip his eye off you as you write the words down on the plastic cup with a sharpie.
“Name for the order?”
“Go– Satoru,” he corrects himself. “It’s Satoru.”
He’s a little awkward, but you still find him quite charming and smile. “Alright, Satoru. Your order should be ready in about 10 minutes.”
“Awesome. Thanks,” he nods rather pathetically, then goes to sit in an empty corner of the shop with only one thought in mind:
He only has 10 minutes to come up with what to say to get your number.
husband!gojo turning off his infinity to let you slap him ⟢
you were going to kill the moron.
your idiot husband showed up uninvited to your mission just to annoy the living hell out of you the entire time. he had zero regard that you were accomplishing something that required, oh—you know—focus. he ended up getting you so distracted that you'd accidentally let the curse you were meant to be exorcising wander off.
now you were in hot shit with the higher ups. they were constantly on your ass about ‘responsibility for your actions’ and ‘mending your attention span.’ yet they didn’t seem to give a flying fuck that the problem himself made it through the whole ordeal unscathed—neither by the runaway curse incident nor their irritatingly consistent reminders to ‘do better.’
and you made sure that the little shit was going to know all about it. when you barged into your shared bedroom with that familiar glare on your face? oh boy. he knew he was in for it.
“you. fucking. asshole!” you suddenly yell, storming onto the bed where he was previous laying in peace. he lets out a loud yelp and scrambles backwards, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was genuinely terrified.
“i—i’m sorry!” he lets out a breathless laugh, still scurrying away from you while throwing his arms up in surrender. “i’m sorry baby! it was just too funny of an opportunity to pass up! you get it, right? i—i mean you always love to feel me up in public and leave me to deal with the consequences—”
you thundercunt a pillow at him, his infinity repels it.
oh, now he was really in for it.
his smile vanished the second he saw it, the look of absolute fury painted on your face. how dare he avoid his imminent beating? you didn’t give him any further time to think.
you launched yourself at him again, practically letting out a war cry as you hurl towards the boy.
this time, he knows better than to keep his barrier on.
“hey, wait—!!”
SMACK!
his head snaps to the side, you blink in surprise a few times and reel back at the delicious stinging sensation on your palm. you're more shocked by the fact that he’d let it happen than by the act itself.
an angry red handprint was already finding its way on his cheek, though the print was hardly visible due to the flush of his face. you let out a strangled laugh, you didn’t expect him to actually tear down his only defense just so you could properly assault him??
but then a wicked grin finds its way onto your face. who were you to argue when the idiot was handing you the perfect opportunity to beat his sorry ass?
your sadistic satisfaction lasts for a total of two seconds; flattening abruptly when you clock the blissful expression on his stupid face.
his lip is split and bleeding, and he looks dazed in a way that suggests he hadn’t been struck like this in years. suddenly his tongue darts out to savour the taste of his own blood. he closes his eyes in pure ecstasy like he's been touched somewhere far more intimate than his face. the freak was smiling. smiling as you were practically beating the ever living shit out of him.
“come on, fuckface! what the hell is wrong with you?!” you practically growl at him, “are you just gonna sit there and take the beating like a good boy?”
he smiles so wide his cheeks hurt, his left dimple making an appearance while feeling a tightening in his pants at the nickname and the way you were being so goddamn rough with him. “oh, baby,” he groans out “you have no idea what it does to me when you call me that..”
. . .
“oh, you are disgusting. are you seriously getting turned on by this?!”
“can you blame me, love? you’re so hot when you’re all angry at me..”
“oh my god.” you throw your hands up in exasperation “you have to be clinically insane, no normal person should enjoy this!”
with one smooth movement, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you down onto him so that you’re straddling his chest. the same lazy smirk still imprinted on his face.
“well you should know by now that i’m anything but normal when it comes to you, my love. now, did i tell you to stop?? come on now, sweetheart. give me your worst.”
a/n; thank u guys soo much for 100 followers what the flip?? i never could’ve imagined this when i first started. it feels so surreal and this community is genuinely one of the sweetest i’ve ever encountered—checks out since i haven’t seen a single man on here but whaaaat??
i feel a genuine frustration with the jjk fandom and their treatment of kirara and her identity, especially on insta which is the main social platform i use.
i feel like its pretty obvious that kirara is trans and not a femboy even if gege isnt saying it explicitly.
the joke that jjk fans dont read their own manga is just funny a lot of the times but even in the anime its shown.
even if kirara isn't trans and just presents fem while being nonbinary or presented masc and now fem or the opposite it still just shows that a large part of the fandom is transphobic.
people use gege not spelling it out exactly for us as a reason for kirara to be a femboy and to that i have to say: mizuki akiyama
mizuki is never stated to be trans outright but its pretty obvious that they don't go by he/him and want to be perceived as a girl
idk man it just really annoys me to see those fuckass "whos gonna tell him" and femboy gifs in the comments of reals about kirara and hakari
includes : takuma ino ! jujutsu high years (but they're of age!) and nsfw content <3
takuma ino could describe this feeling with one simple word: confusion.
you, in all your sorcerer glory as one of his best friends, was confusing takuma. deeply.
right now, the peak of summer heat, laying on your bed in the dorms of jujutsu high tokyo in your fourth year.
it was so fucking hot.
you were rambling, drama between non-sorcerer friends (the very ones you'd introduced him to as a friend).
"this bitch was talkin' shit about my girl as if she hadn't cheated on her boy and then got cheated on. talk about karma!"
takuma eyes narrowed in frustration, a trait he'd picked up from nanami.
oh, nanami!
what would nanami do in this situation? well, takuma had heard from gojo some rumors about nanami shutting up his girl.
takuma tried to interrupt you like a normal person, but well.. it didn't work. so, like any sane person would do, he grabbed your face suddenly and slammed his lips onto yours.
somewhere between the heat numbing takuma's mind and his eyes closing he caught your shock but that soon became you melting into it, reciprocating it.
it furthered from there, your hands sliding across his arms and his on your waist and maybe a little lower.
what could he say? you had nice assests.
that escalated further, with you pulling takuma's flimsy and sweat drenched top over his head and him flipping up your skirt and spreading your legs with panties pulled to the side.
he went down on it for a bit before you got bumping, his head between your thighs n' hairs tickling your skin, tongue flicking in and out and sucking in between. after that? your legs were thrown over his shoulders and his shorts and boxers were down, pumping in and out, in and out, repeat.
and then? you and him laid flat on your bed again, looking up at the roof with the window open like there was a breeze here (there wasn't).
includes : nanami kento ! and pretend he left jujutsu society without graduating, and based on the jjk phantom parade card, adult time <3
it was time for a jujutsu high celebration!
yeah, that meant that you, utahime, shoko, gojo and ijichi would be cramped in a booth to drink booze and eat a dinner slightly more fancy than you'd normally get.
oh, and it was a welcome dinner. well.. more of a reunion dinner, really.
yeah, how come no one told you that nanami kento was returning to jujutsu society and this was his welcome back dinner?
you got out of the taxi, thanking the driver politely. the mission had taken a little longer than expected and you were running late to the monthly dinner gojo paid for just so he could get all of you in a room.
you greeted the young woman at the counter, who recognised you easily from the amount of times you'd been to this restaurant over the years. you quickly ordered a drink and she told you what number room you were in and you thanked her too, walking down the hall to the booth.
removing your shoes and placing them on the ground outside, you pushed open the sliding door.
the heads in the booth turned towards you and utahime was the first to act, pulling you in with a cry as she began tipsily rambling about satoru's teasing.
she squealed your name, "tell gojo that i'm not talking to him!"
you nodded, collecting yourself as you folded your legs on the pillow, scooting in between shoko and utahime. shoko tipped you her beer but you declined, telling her you ordered your own.
"satoru," you said, turning your head to gojo, who was wheezing at utahime's frankly sad defense. "utahime isn't talking to you."
ijichi looked at you thankfully and you assumed he had been trying to break up their arguing for a while.
satoru called your name, whining, and as your eyes drifted back to him, they paused in the middle.
you gasped, "nanamin ken-chan!?"
the room paused and everyone seemed to collectively realise that no, they had not told you that nanami would be here. you pretended like you couldn't see gojo glancing at ijichi, who panickedly looked to utahime, who then looked at shoko, who looked back at gojo with a deadpan.
yeah, you also pulled out every nickname that anyone had ever given him.
during your student years, you had been gojo and shoko's junior, even more so to utahime. the two others in your year had been yu and nanami.
those two boys had been basically the only people around you constantly, but then yu died and nanami just.. left?
you graduated on your own. and yeah, that sucked.
one by one the others left the room, wanting to avoid your wrath. somewhere between narrowing your eyes and beginning to yell at nanami, you noticed gojo's hand shoot out to grab the waitress who had slid open the door to give you your drink.
you didn't really register whatever was leaving your mouth, but you could somewhat admire the fact nanami was just taking it. in your anger driven haze, you watched him remove the glasses he wore, rubbing his temple with his index and middle finger slowly as if trying to stop himself from saying anything back.
you stopped, staring at him with parted lips as silence filled the room (and heat pooled in the pit of your.. stomach?).
he paused as well, looking back to you with his eyes slowly narrowing to slits.
holy shit. when did nanamin ken-chan get so... so... hot?
you don't know how it happened or who jumped the low table first, but somehow you ended up sitting on his lap with teeth gnashing and tongue's tangled.
it felt like a week ago when yaga told you nanami just got up and left, and it felt like only a few days ago he was that stuck up blond kid with that weird side part you always tried to fix when you had downtime from missions.
well, you hadn't got some in a while. what was the harm in doing it now?
somehow, it escalated from there, from having his tie twisted around your hand to you being twisted around just him.
he grunted and you moaned.
normally, you'd be pretty aware and anxious about any of the workers hearing, but you couldn't find that within you right now. nanami was just, so, big!
he hit that spot, the one that made your back arch and your pussy futter around him, the one that made you feel oh so good inside.
only after your joint release did you discovered the silly note on a piece of paper that read: "shoko said that you two just needed to fuck it out! so i booked out the entire restaurant... don't get the tatami dirty or i'll have to say sowwy to the manager!"
nanami's irritated expression returned to his face and he put his glasses back on.
nanami kento, grade one sorcerer, previous climber of the corporate ladder had one, very, very, embarrassing interest. one he would never admit, no matter how many times gojo nagged him to talk about his at home life.
nanami kento was addicted to a certain gacha game, so much so that he would spend all his money earned through working overtime just to try and obtain his favourite character, you.
well, what couldn't he like about you? beautiful, kind in a way that reflected your personality and oh so hot. a fan favourite, too.
(nanami has maxxed out your character stats and had spent an embarrassing amount of money buying all your outfits.)
alongside this interest came the other questionable habits, ie.
firstly, nanami kento's usage of social media like instagram was entirely dedicated to saving reels of you, only you. (he had watched many cosplay videos of you to this peculiar english song called tears.)
like right now!
nanami grunted, hand wrapped firmly around his cock as he pumped up and down. on his phone screen? the fifteenth reel in a row of one of someone cosplaying you. it started out normal, just the person lip syncing to the song, and then it flashed to them as you, face down on the bed before they sat back up with a confused expression.
yeah, he scrolled and another one came up.
second, both nobara and takuma had told nanami about this app they used, tumblr, they called it. it started out with artists drawing you, and then it became drawings of you in compromising situations, and then it became reading about you.
and then nanami discovered the concept of, 'x reader'.
oh my god.
a routine formed, on mondays and wednesdays, nanami would scroll instagram for his material. the other days of the week? tumblr. hours spent cumming by the usage of his own hand imagining it was you milking him dry while he read like it was. heaven.
he would do anything you asked if you were real.
third? nanami, scrolling tumblr for something he hadn't read yet, discovered the concept of twitter links. all based on your character? he was leaking already.
the routine quickly shifted to twitter tuesdays.
to sum it up quite easily, nanami thought he was pretty good for you. he was a responsible guy, he respected women (something your character greatly valued) and he was quite good looking, if he had to make a comment on his own appearance.
just thinking of you made tears drip down nanami kento's thighs.
the drop from the top of the building was slow and suspenseful, it tightened your gut with that thrilling feeling of falling.
you could still hear satoru above, yelling at you to stop and that this wasn't the way but you didn't care.
"what are you doing, woman?!" sukuna yelled over the wind in your ears, held in your iron tight grip.
you laughed, ignoring his words as the two of you continued to barrel towards the ground. this was fun.
"want me to teach you how to break your fall?" you asked, manoeuvring yourself to be on sukuna's back. if you could guess, there was another fifty stories before you hit the surface.
slowly, you moved his first set of arms out, spreading his palms open flat.
"if you put your hands out, you won't crack your head open! hands and knees! it would be a shame if your face got any more ugly!" you teased, but really, you planned on being the one to hit the ground.
sukuna scowled, trying to pull you off as you swung under him but didn't let go.
"get off of me, woman!" he yelled again, funny.
"aww, megumi, it's just like all those times i would come and hug you before bed time!"
this really was goodbye.
a shift in the air told you satoru had teleported to the surface but you couldn't find it within you to care, he could live without you.
"c'mon, remember what i taught you?" you asked sukuna, or maybe megumi, either way it didn't matter.
one by one, you pulled out sukuna's arms, held out in front of him to break the fall and as the two of you hurled towards the ground you held onto him tighter, dragging him further.
"goodnight, megumi."
there was a crunch and the distant sound of satoru somewhere, maybe right beside you, yelling. it didn't really matter because it all went black.
you and satoru against everything, just as it always had been.
you eyed his clothes and scoffed at his outfit that matched yours (you were also guilty of stealing toji fushiguro's look).
while everyone said their goodbyes to satoru, you pulled maki aside, grinning at her before throwing your arm over her shoulder, your star pupil.
"you better come back," she threatened, shoko coming up beside the two of you, with her cigarette tipped upwards.
you gave maki a wider grin, leaning forward and bending down a little to ruffle her hair. "are you implying that you don't think i will?"
she rolled her eyes, but you could see that faint wet glisten of them as she walked away, giving you time to speak with your oldest friend.
shoko sighed, shaking her head as she offered you her smoke, placing it in your hand to which you took a drag. "this is it, huh?" she asked.
you nodded, looking towards satoru and all his students, itadori clapping his mentor on the back and the others following suit.
"you don't plan on coming back, do you?" she asked, taking back her smoke as you held it out for her. it was funny, you always joked that shoko would go first, that the smoking would kill her. somehow, everyone else had gone first.
"nah, they don't need me." you knew what shoko was thinking, she needed you, satoru, suguru and haibara and nanami. you knew she longed for those days that seemed so distant to come back.
shoko didn't bother to argue, just nodded distantly and straightened, guiding you to satoru's side and merging back into the group, grinning at the two of you fondly.
"kick his ass, gojo!" one of the kids yelled at satoru as he wrapped his arm over your shoulder, smile on his face.
"fuck off, toji!" you yelled, leaning out the window and glaring at the man below, who was technically your husband.
tsumiki tugged your hand, as if she were trying to tell you not to swear around megumi. your eyes softened at the sight of her, your baby girl, but you sighed frustratedly, turning back to the glass.
toji was standing a little awkwardly beside an old lamp post, one that would definitely fall if he leaned his weight against it. you scoffed at that, turning around with your dirty tea towel in your hands. "you can come in, but don't expect anything special!"
your marriage to toji wasn't particularly loving, both of you still mourned the partner's you had lost. it was more for convenience, it distanced him from the family he had told you he disliked, and you from the reminders of what you could have had.
toji wasn't really the one you wanted, you just used him as a distraction from the real world. and for his cute son you got to raise as well as your own girl.
you knew well that if someone came knocking on your door asking if toji had killed a man, you'd hand him over without hesitation. the only thing that man was good for was draining your funds and the sex.
you heard the knock at the door but ignored it, leaving that job to tsumiki and megumi.
if you were given the chance, you'd ditch toji as soon as you could. instead, you closed your eyes when he came home bloodied and pretended that he mattered in front of megumi.
both of you had lost your lovers, they had died for this life so you and toji would live it, pretending just for them.
"it shouldn't have been, but your first feeling when your eyes fell upon the sight was a twist of your gut, the grief concentrated to a point where you didn't doubt that a curse would form because of it"
⤷ toji's worm was created using mamaguro's grief after losing her first child !
"slowly, his arms came around you, holding you tight to him and finally he broke the silence in the room, asking if this is how you had felt"
⤷ reader didn't lose a child this is about her having a child with no cursed energy !
"you shook your head, promised not once had you grieved the son you didn't have"
⤷ the son she could have had is pretty much like the zen'in clans ideal child and how because toji was born without cursed energy she was outcasted
includes : toji ! not spoilers but there is loss of a child and mamaguro !
. you hadn't expected the call, your son's tired voice drifting through the speaker from where you sat beside your husband (who had reluctantly began eating dinner with you again after so many years)
. you excused yourself from your husband's side, ignoring his questioning look as you answered, asking if everything was okay
. you were cut off by toji asking, asking instead of demanding like he usually would, for you to come to the hospital with extra clothes and something to eat
. you apologised to your husband, quickly rushing out of one of the zen'in clans many dining rooms
. you ran down the halls to your own quarters, collecting anything and everything you thought might be necessary. toji didn't tell you what had happened but if he sounded so tired, it mustn't have been anything good
. you hadn't expected it to be something so heartbreaking
. you grabbed something to eat on your way to the hospital and when you arrived you asked for the room number and rushed your way there
. toji opened the door for you, taking the food and bags from your arms without a word, only tipping his head towards his wife in the bed
. your eyes widened as the realisation of what this hospital visit was
. there were no cries of a newly born baby, just a silence that pierced your ears
. toji's wife was laid in the bed, cradling the stillborn baby, eyes full of something you couldn't put a name on
. it shouldn't have been, but your first feeling when your eyes fell upon the sight was a twist of your gut, the grief concentrated to a point where you didn't doubt that a curse would form because of it
. you sighed lightly, walking towards the bed and taking a seat beside toji's wife
. you didn't touch her or the baby, knowing better than to interrupt this moment. only when a nurse came in to take the little girl away for restoration did she turn to you, tears forming in her eyes as the reality set in
. you held her, allowing your daughter in law to let it out, whatever she needed. eventually, she fell asleep and you slipped from her loose grasp, turning to your own child
. you cupped his cheeks and you knew he was thinking about everything that could have been
. slowly, his arms came around you, holding you tight to him and finally he broke the silence in the room, asking if this is how you had felt
. you shook your head, promised not once had you grieved the son you didn't have
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