Satoru x baker reader head canons
(how you meet, how you get together, habits, dating, etc)
𐙚 ˚🍰 Satoru makes it a point to himself to keep track of as MANY bakeries as he can. Work is stressful and whenever he somehow finds rare increments of free time he’ll always indulge in whatever sickeningly, syrupy, cloying good he can get his hands on. To him it’s not weird at all! If he knows every bakery around he’ll always have one to go to wherever he is. He’d first heard of your little shop from gossip. He’d been begrudgingly stalking around after his favorite shop closed down and he’d heard by passerby how “quaint” your store is and how “sugary” your goods were and he perked up.
𐙚 ˚🍰 When Satoru happens to finally worm himself away from work, higher ups, etc he makes a bee line for the store he’d heard so much of. He’d seen more than a couple pleasing photos via social media ravings and he was invested alright. Your bakery is a small area and tucked away behind other buildings. He has to duck when entering the doorway, a quick scan reveals how cute everything is. Pink, frills, girly decor, and wallpaper adorn the space. He’s far more interested in what you have to offer though. He’s practically wiggling as he gets a whiff of the warm, sweet air. Vanilla, cinnamon, and chocolate fill the closed space and he dramatically groans alerting a rather puzzled you as he inhales intently.
𐙚 ˚🍰 It’s not long before you get used to your rather ..amusing regular. Being a small shop owner you make it a point to get to know all who visit. You usually have more than enough time to chat and it’s nice to talk to others, yet with him you found yourself to nervous besides the surface level “hi” and “did you like the sweets?”
𐙚 ˚🍰 It’s hard to stay meek with someone as bright as him though. It’s quick the way he reels you in and gets you smiling, chortling, beaming at him. You begin to look forward to the simple act of packaging sweets for him and waving him off. It’s a rhythm that lulls your dreamy heart.
𐙚 ˚🍰 He’s very unabashed in his compliments to your skills. Satoru can’t leave without worshiping the ground you walked on! You’re met with noisy, delighted groans between chomps into crumbly sweets along the lines of “this is heaven on earth” and “please never quit, I don’t think I can live without these” it always makes a warm, fuzzy feeling pop in your chest. You like when your customers are happy. Eventually, seeing how delighted he is you decide to share a recipe with him. He practically collapses and cries. Taking your hands in his with a serious look and denying taking such generosity but he hardly protest and immediately snatches up the scribbled notes.
𐙚 ˚🍰 The following days he returns hanging off your counter like a dramatic actor, pouting petulantly, sighs and huffs till you ask what’s wrong and he straightens up softening. He explains he’s not exactly used to the finesse of making his own meals and politely asks if you’ll come over and teach him. It’s smooth and brings a grin to your lips. You of course accept and do a squeal when he retreats.
𐙚 ˚🍰 Your “teaching” nights happen more frequently, you exchange numbers, you laugh with each other. Eventually you and Satoru become something of friends. He’s always quite busy yet he somehow always sends a text or makes time to invite you into his little free time. It has your knees weak. He’s delightfully goofy and respectful at the same time when need be.
𐙚 ˚🍰 you aren’t exactly surprised to find your friend is ..filthy rich, when you first visited you were amazed at the sleek, elegant look of the place he was in. Although however nice it hardly seemed lived in. You can tell the difference between a house and home. You’re even more surprised when gifts more expensive than your rent. Clothes, bags, makeup, plushies, things you’ve mentioned you’d liked only once and somehow he remembered. It’s all very breath taking and you are very giddy but you insist he shouldn’t! He never listens though.
𐙚 ˚🍰 Satoru who finds himself smiling more than he ever has in the past. He feels happy more than the superficial, sick, smiles and goofy air he gives off. It’s real joy that tangles into his ribs when he meets you. Work isn’t so awful anymore. He can look forward to texts from you, sweets you send, etc. He’s aware enough to know this is far different from dates with girls enamored with only his looks or money. It scares him but he’s far more excited with simply exploring what this bubbly feeling is.
𐙚 ˚🍰 Satoru is like an overgrown dog. Once you’re close enough he’s constantly hanging off you. Leaning his lanky self against your shoulders forcing you to huff as all pounds of him are dead weight against your frame, resting his chin on your head, tight hugs and arms spinning you round. You’ll admit it: you’re completely enamored.
𐙚 ˚🍰 it’s a late, warm night when he confesses. He’s walking you home and he takes your wrist before you pass the threshold. It’s funny how an almost imperceptible nervousness bubbles in his usually confident, giddy self. He flounders over words and you hardly register the murmurings of how he’s never had anything so scary yet real and how he wants to see where it goes. You have to resist the urge to throw yourself into him and smothering him in wet kisses. When you agree and mention some of your own growing feelings he practically lights up.
𐙚 ˚🍰 Friendship leads to date nights, shopping sprees together, you baking for him, nights spent at his place, intimate moments. It makes a funny feeling rise in his chest when he notices his place suddenly has two sets of slippers not one, stupidly girly posters in his bedroom, dishes from baking instead of takeout boxes, two toothbrushes instead of one. You’ve made his place a little more warm and you hardly know it.
𐙚 ˚🍰 He doesn’t want to loose you and it shows. He’s constantly attached to your hip. Hanging off you in the morning refusing to end the warmth of prior cuddles, trailing you to the bathroom, hovering as you brush your hair, kisses down your neck as you clean up.
𐙚 ˚🍰 Satoru never shuts up about you to any unwilling soul near him. To Nanami, his students, even the higher ups. It’s always about his “girl” or how sweet you are. It’s always “Did you know my girl has the cutest sigh when she’s relaxed?” Followed by a dreamy giggle. Or he’ll say “My sweet, sugary, princess from above is the perfect woman. No one compares to her.” He’ll sing your praises much to the annoyance of everyone else.
𐙚 ˚🍰 Satoru is delightfully overbearing when it comes to dating him. He’ll dish out stupidly cliche nicknames, he’ll be all over you, he’ll pamper you, he’ll demand you baby him. He’s stupidly jealous as well. You’ll smile at someone and he’ll grumble about what they have that’s so much better than what he can offer.
𐙚 ˚🍰 You always smell sweet and warm from baking and it has him practically drooling over your skin. He wakes you with wet kisses and dramatic sighs. He’ll babble endlessly about how your scent is intoxicating.
𐙚 ˚🍰 Dating Satoru includes having to fend off your baked goods from greedy hands. He will pout and whine for ingredients, batter, your desserts. Don’t even tell him no or explain you can’t because it’s for the store he’ll be ignoring you all day with a furrowed brow and crossed arms.
𐙚 ˚🍰 Satoru is much more than just a cheerful face though. He’s delightfully soothing when you’re stressed.
𐙚 ˚🍰 You pack him little lunches everyday and include a portion of sweets you made and love notes. It has him kicking his feet and giggling in the middle of the day.
𐙚 ˚🍰 He endlessly buys and supplies you with goods to bake with. He’ll travel to the ends of the earth if you wanted a specific type of ingredient or something akin. He’s more than happy to help you out.
𐙚 ˚🍰 Unfortunately dating Satoru also means waking up in the middle of the night to him eating all the chocolate chips you were supposed to use for your goods.
𐙚 ˚🍰 Dating Satoru also means being with someone who would immediately leave the middle of a fight if you so much as texted a “I miss you” or “I’m bored”
𐙚 ˚🍰 Dating Satoru means dating someone who’s never had a person in his corner. Never had anyone who truly wanted more than just the strongest. It means long nights of soothing him when his head pounds too bad and the lights are too bright. It means listening when the information is too searing and your hands cupping his weary face.
𐙚 ˚🍰 Sometimes if he’s sent away on mission and the bed is far too vast you’ll call and it leads to hours spent awake and tired, loving voices chattering back and forth. It leads to groans of how hotels and work sucks and he’d rather be home and how traveling is awful.
( AHH! okay I’ve never written for Gojo before I hope it’s alright!! I apologize for any OOC stuff I feel like I got side tracked. I didn’t beta read this. I finally posted JJK fic as requested sorry I waited so long!)
