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âof course.â his mouth curved in ease and familiarity, a reflex practiced into place.
âbut youâve been frowning since we got here,â you pouted, âyou neve-â
âhow can you tell?â he asked, faintly amused. âiâm wearing a blindfold.â
you let your gaze rest on him, careful and measured, âi just know.âÂ
satoru frowned upon realizing that he had once again failed to put a layer of infinity around his abdomen. despite living in a world of curses, he had always hated the hollow press and pull; he could not fully wrap his thoughts around it, yet it had become something familiarâ a persistent tug reminding him that it has always been his choice to declare you as someone he must never reach.
Summary: Alcohol is like a truth serum to people. It will free your tongue to say what is in your heart, and you are no exception. The confession led to one thing and another, but what happens next when the alcohol wears off?
A/N: Iâve only written 3 so far, but I always try to upload every Sunday or Tuesday. You can use my tag #Altiseewrites if youâre interested to read everything! :))
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Shit. That was your first thought when you opened your eyes and got upâheadache with dizziness and how you badly want to drink water. Yes, all the symptoms point to you suffering from a hangover. Eyes still half shut, your abdomen started aching, but you grinned because it can't compare to last night... the kisses... the heavy petting... the sweat that sticks your bodies close... What?
Oh. Shit. You turned your head and froze when you saw the man sleeping next to you. Fuck. Now you remember everything. Company 7 was drinking last night because Waka won for the first time in months when he was out gambling Sol-knows-where. Initially, you had no plan to drink, but they started a game before the movie began and insisted that everyone participate. The rule was to drink one shot every time a character dies; sounds easy, right? But the movie title had the word apocalypse in it, so the next thing you knew, you were being carried to bed by someone.
Your thoughts came to a stop when you heard the door slid open. "Good morning," Konro greeted with a smile. "Is Waka not up yet?" Before you could even start your panicked explanation, he handed you some water and medicine for your hangover.
It was your Captain who kindly took your drunk ass to your room, yet you dared to pull his sleeve in an attempt to stop him when he was about to leave. "What?" Beni laughed as he found you cute for tugging on him like a kid. You pulled him close to you, whispered in his ears, and kissed him. Oh god, what did I tell him? But what followed next was the best sex of your life at the expense of a sore body.
"You guys are old enough, so you don't have to explain," Konro said, calming your nerves a little. "Just make sure to keep the noise to a minimum next time," He teased as you coughed on the water you were drinking. He left saying that breakfast was ready and to come to eat whenever you wanted.
There was nothing you could do about it now. You looked at Beni sleeping soundly next to you. You brushed his hair, revealing his forehead, which you planted with a kiss. Kiss? He didn't pull away when you kissed him last night. Actually, he wrapped his hands around your waist to draw you closer and deepen the kiss. You remember how he pinned you against the wall, trailing his hands on your thighs, going up to your wet folds. How could you forget? His fingers were something else, just using his hands to enter you was enough to send your body spasming that night, and just thinking about it again forms a heat in between your legs. Focus!
The last bit of rationality you have allowed you to analyze your situation as you start to ramble your thoughts.
"What if Waka was just too drunk last night? He couldn't have heard it, right?" But he was just tipsy then.
"What if he says it was a mistake and that we should forget about it?" It might get awkward. Ugh.
"But what if he doesn't remember anything???" That last thought struck you and gave you an idea that you should leave immediately.
A movement to your right drew your eyes. "I can hear your thoughts out loud, you know?" Beni mumbled, half-asleep. "Ah, did I say that one out loud?" you blushed. How could a person be this handsome despite just waking up with bed hair? Again. Focus! But how could you? You just had sex with the Empire's Strongest Hikeshi, your Captain, the one you had feelings for.
You first met Beni last year, and you owe it to your best friend for throwing you a graduation party with the 8th. After that meeting and despite being best friends with Obi, you enlisted to the 7th when you graduated. It's safe to say that he sulked for a while, but he was happy for you nonetheless.
"Yes, you said it out loud, and I remember everything," Beni said, getting up. "How could I forget? We did it like four times until you passed out." He said in a rough voice. You couldn't read his tone, so you decided to look at him despite being embarrassed. A soft blush formed in his cheeks, but you are sure yours are redder. "and no, it wasn't a mistake, and I wasn't that drunk," he muttered the words to himself. But you were paying enough attention to hear it and caused the butterflies in your stomach to go wild.
"So," he leaned close to you, "in case it was you who forgot, should I remind you about what happened last night?" he smiled, and your already flushed cheeks blushed even redder.
'I want to fuck you again,' is what I wanted to say, but I should keep it low, for now, Beni thought to himself, seeing you are flustered enough and considering that your beautiful face couldn't get any redder than that.
Before you could even answer, he cupped the back of your head with his hand and kissed you. Pulling you closer, he tenderly kissed your full bottom lip, gently placing it between his teeth and pulling it slowly to tease you. "That's how I kissed you." he nuzzled in your ears.
You are in complete bliss. You can't believe this is happening. "Waka, you are not still drunk, right?" he sensed a worried tone in your voice, so he stopped kissing your neck for a moment to look at you. "No." He said firmly. He gently pushed your body against the bed with him on top as he continued kissing your neck. "and this is how I pinned you against the wall."
"If I knew I'd be stripping you again, I shouldn't have bothered dressing you when you passed out." Why would he not dress you? He wouldn't allow you to be seen naked by Konro or anyone else. Your body was all his. He took his time to clean your body off his cum last night and even changed you into one of his clean robes. It was oversized, but it showed your petite body, which he loves.
He lifted the cloth exposing your sex. "I guess your body still remembers." He was pleased to see that it was already wet and ready for him. His hands moved to your shoulders, pulling down the sleeve uncovering your puckered nipples that were enticing him. He bent down to your hard nub and flicked it with his tongue, making you whimper. His hands trailed at your thighs until they found your erected bud. Stroking them, leaving you breathless.
He inserted one finger first, sliding slowly in and out of you, then he inserted another with a faster tempo and another. Stroking your insides faster and harder. "God, you are so good with your hands." you moaned with pleasure as you gripped his shoulders. It feels like every nerve endings in your body screamed with desire when his mouth met your throbbing bud. With his fingers inside you and his hot tongue going up and down your clit made your entire body shivered in orgasm.
Feeling weak, you felt his hard length pressed firmly to your sensitive core as he explored your mouth. You stroked him with your hand making him moan. He broke the kiss to swiftly remove his pants, showing his full erection. He was big, and you wondered how did that fit in you last night. He liked how seeing his cock instantly flushed your cheeks and couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm going to fuck you hard," he said with a lust-filled voice.
Beni was smitten by you ever since he saw you during your grad celebration. You wore a red feminine dress that fell a few inches above your knees, showing your smooth legs. He was stunned at your beauty. When you entered the 7th, his feelings only further developed. He got to know you better; you were wise and kind, your cooking skills are almost on par with Konro's, and your laugh, it never fails to make him smile.
He cupped your softly rounded breast with one hand and the other to position the head of his penis so it could slide back and forth to your sensitive bud. You groaned because you wanted more. You want him inside you. "What?" he said breathlessly with a smile. He knows what you desire, but he repositioned himself so that his cock could slide back and forth, teasing your opening but never entering it. "Ah- Waka, please," you moaned harder.
His mismatched iris stared at you. He wants you to beg him. Your hangover with your last string of rationality left and was replaced by uncontrollable lust. "Beni," you gasped, "please enter me." Saying his name made him harder, and without wasting any time, he lifted your hips and pushed his throbbing shaft inside you. You clenched him inside your wet core in pleasure. Fuck. He cursed silently under his heavy breathing. "Why are you so tight?" he groaned.
You were still sore from last night; even if it was only half his shaft that entered, it was already painful. You dug your fingernails on his shoulders in pain as he fully inserted himself inside you. "Does it hurt?" Beni asked. You nodded. "But it feels so good," that drew a smile on his face.
He moved slowly at first, but he couldn't control his lustful impulses. He buried his entire length in you over and over. He met your mouth, which you invitingly open, and you tasted your own sex from his tongue. "I've always wanted to do this," Beni moaned. He withdraws his hard length from your body and then plunges again and again inside you.
His rhythm moved faster and deeper, and he felt you tense up on his cock, which sent him grunting. You moaned as your second orgasm sped through your body. You shuddered, crying out his name. "Fuck, you are so wet." He wanted you more, so he didn't stop thrusting inside you. He bent down the slope of your neck to nip on it, placing his mark on you. Until his shaft began to spasm and pounded inside you deeply, finally releasing his load.
You are physically spent, but the orgasm was nothing like you've ever experienced. Beni grunted as he pulled his penis out of you, leaving your insides filled with his translucent cum.
He lied next to you, and when he found your hands, he interlocked them with his. "I've always wanted to do that since I first saw you wearing that dress last year," Beni said, still catching up with his breath. Both the holding hands and fucking you, of course, is what he thought.
"I purposely matched the color with your iris." you proudly smiled in response, "But how could you walk with those daggers?"
"Daggers?" you burst out laughing as he was referring to your heels.
"They are called stilettos, Waka," you smiled.
Kissing the back of your hands, he said, "I really like you too, you know," Too? You wondered, and your eyes widened when you remembered. You said you liked him when you tugged on his sleeves last night. "What? Did you forget about that? Should I remind you and your body again?" He smiled teasingly as he kissed you. "Well, I guess breakfast can wait."
lazy afternoons with gojo where you snuggle in bed simply enjoying the feeling of your bodies touching; youâre lying on your sides, face to face, pressed together; his blindfold tossed aside; he plays with your hair, twirling it in his fingers, brushing it off your shoulder and rubbing his hand along your arm; you look into his eyes and see the tenderness there and a smile playing on his lips as he whispers how much he loves you; and you stay in his arms, pushing your face occasionally into his neck; you both doze off with a sense of contentment; when you wake up, itâs nearly dark but neither of you moves, your breathing is slow and heartbeat â soft; might as well call it a night, no?
Summary: Neither of you were interested in having kids, but after an afternoon of babysitting, perspectives were changed.
Genre: Pure Fluff
Warnings: Slightly suggestive (if you squint), implied misogyny (nothing heavy), MAJOR fluff ahead
Word Count: 3k
A/N: Hello guys! This fic is a part of @levis-hazelnut's BABY FEVER collab for followers only! I literally dropped everything to write this fanfic. When I tell you it was fun, it was fun. I know I usually write a lot of angst, but I'm here to also prove that I can also write fluffy stories as well ( ｼá´ď˝ĽĚĽĚĽĚĽ )! Thank you, Hazel, for allowing me to join your collab. I really enjoyed writing this fic. I wish you a happy send-off!
Satoru Gojo was the strongest, that was a known fact by any living being that managed to stumble upon his path, so why did he feel so weak in the knees as he watched you play with the infant that was currently sitting in your lap? The baby girl laughed as you cooed at her, bouncing the child on your thigh while you sat on the ground in front of all the toys and other equipment your brother had brought to help you watch his baby.
Satoru was mesmerized by how you handled the child, from your gentle hold to your light laughter. Your care for the child made Satoruâs eyes dilate in admiration. The man was even more intrigued when you checked the time and knowingly took your niece and turned her onto her stomach, placing the child in the little play gym next to you.
You and Satoru had come to a silent agreement, practically the moment the two of you got married, that neither of you was interested in having children due to both of your professions as Jujutsu Sorcerers, but if it were to happen it happened and the two of you would deal with it in the best way possible. However, at this moment, Satoruâs perspective began to change as he watched you and the infant interact.
âWhat are you staring at?â
Satoru was snapped out of his thoughts the second your voice registered in his head. He looked over to see you giving him a questioning look, concern mixed in. At first, the white-haired shaman was at a loss for words, not knowing how to describe his thoughts. It only took him a quick second to realize that it would be best to not say anything and try to switch the topic, deciding that he would word out his thoughts when the two of you were alone in private, for now, Satoru just wanted to admire you and your niece.
âNothing, what are you staring at?â Your husband teased, trying to get you a little riled up.
âMy husband, who is looking at me like he is a dear in headlights,â you quickly came back, deflecting his little tease.
Satoru only scoffed as he made his way over to you, sitting down next to you on the floor as he watched his niece-in-law squirm around, little grunts and huffs coming from the child. Satoru couldnât help but be confused, he didnât know much about babies because he never had any interest in having any of his own; however, right now, he was highly considering it.
âWhat is she doing?â The male shaman asked.
âTrying to roll onto her back,â you quickly explained as you intently watched the child.
âWhy?â
You looked at Satoru, a little bit of amusement and confusion on your face as you studied his inquisitive expression.
âWhy do you want to know?â
You couldnât help but ask, it was strange for Satoru to be curious about such a thing.
âI just want to know, thatâs all,â the man was quick to answer, getting a little impatient.
You let out a small laugh at Satoruâs clear restlessness with his quick retort. Although you found the manâs actions and responses amusing, you decided to just give him the reply he was awaiting instead of torturing the poor guy with your teasing.
âIt's something that parents like to call tummy time, it helps make her neck and shoulders stronger so she can eventually sit up and crawl,â you explained.
Despite your explanation, Satoru was still a little confused, another question ready to be fired at you before you could get up and busy yourself with some other task.
âHow do you know when her neck and shoulders are strong enough?â Satoru asked, ready for an answer.
âWell, when she rolls over onto her back, but then sheâll begin to learn how to roll over onto her tummy from being on her back after that. Sheâll repeat all of this until she starts to crawl,â you explained once more, still finding Satoruâs curiosity amusing.
The said man hummed in understanding, although he still had another question.
âHow long does this usually take?â
You snorted, turning your body to look at Satoru, who was a little shocked at your reaction to the question. The man would be lying if he said that he wasnât scared because he thought that you had caught him red-handed. Man, was he relieved when he realized you didnât as you just decided to answer his question.
âWhen the baby is around four to five months.â
Another question was answered, and another hum of understanding from the blue-eyed man. However, he still had one last question, one that was bugging him a little after you answered the first one.
âHow do you know all this, Y/n?â
A pause of silence as you only stared back at Satoru, who looked a little nervous at the expression you were giving him. The man could tell that you were both confused and annoyed with the little Q&A he had forced upon you, your scoff confirming that, but he couldnât help himself.
âIs this some sort of interrogation because if it is Iâm done answering your questions,â you huffed, getting ready to get up.
Before you could leave Satoru grabbed your wrist to keep you in place. His action both shocked you and scared you a little, thinking something had happened, something you didnât know about. You were relieved to know that it wasnât the case.
âItâs not I swear, this is the last question I promise, Iâm just genuinely curious about all this,â the man desperately responded, pulling you to sit back down.
You were only able to nod your head, acknowledging his statement before answering his inquiry.
âI was kinda forced to learn all of this before marrying you. The second the elders found out about our engagement they threw all these bullshit lessons for me to take, automatically assuming that I would get pregnant soon, meaning that the lessons included a lot of childcare classes. I didnât have much of a choice because they said if I didnât take them they would demote me a grade.â
Satoru was shocked, well not too much because it wasnât a surprise the elders would pull a stunt like that, but he thought that if something like that had happened that you wouldâve notified him immediately.
âWhy didnât you tell me any of this?â A baffled tone combined with a bit of anger expressed Satoruâs feelings about the situation.
âI thought you already asked your last question,â you joked, looking up to see that Satoru wasnât budging.
âLook, I didnât tell you because I didnât think it was a big deal, it was only a few classes. Besides, I thought that if anything were to happen by mistake that it would be useful information to have.â You sighed, as you brought your attention back to the baby girl who was still struggling to turn.
Satoru was only able to stare at you and nod, deciding that it would be best to not push you on the sensitive topic any further. Although, the man panicked a little when he saw you getting ready to stand.
âWhere are you-â Before he could finish his question, you raised a hand to stop him.
âNo. More. Questions. Iâm going to get her bottle, sheâs getting hungry.â You announced, walking over to the kitchen to go fetch the bottle and heat it.
Satoru sat there, looking at the small infant as it went from grunting and huffing to whining and whimpering. He wanted to hold the baby, but a small part of him was nervous, which was rare because Satoru was never nervous nor scared of anything. So, why was the simple act of picking up the child so nerve-wracking to him?
Before Satoru could lose his mind thinking about it, you came back, a bottle in hand along with a little cloth. You quickly sat down next to Satoru and went to pick up your niece. You settled the childâs head on your shoulder as you made yourself comfortable.
You were about to start feeding the baby, but something had stopped you. You fixed your gaze on Satoru, who was still looking at you as if you had just solved world hunger. An idea popped into your mind and you were sure that you would get a kick out of it later.
âHere, you feed her,â you announced, handing the baby over to Satoru.
âWait, what?!â
You only laughed as you extended the child to the shaman, supporting her head while doing so.
âI donât know how, Y/n,â Satoru panicked, trying to pull himself out of the situation.
âThen Iâll show you,â you countered, not allowing him to falter now, not after all those questions he was asking.
With one big gulp, Satoru reached his arms out to take the child, discomfort written all over his face. His movements were awkward and his stance was tense as he tried to adjust the baby into his hold. It was clear that Gojo Satoru had no idea what he was doing.
You were quick to correct your husband, placing your hand gently on his arms to adjust his hold on the child. You made sure the babyâs head laid in the crook of his elbow and that the baby was securely tucked onto his chest. You moved your hands away when you had finished adjusting the manâs form, taking a look at your handy work.
âRelax, Satoru.â You gently warned him before turning around to grab the bottle.
The moment you turned back to look at him, Satoru had settled down, allowing himself to be more comfortable. You thought about teasing him but concluded not to, remembering how tense and nervous he was before.
You handed Satoru the bottle, gesturing for him to feed the baby. You could tell that he had grown a little more uncomfortable, but he was quick to flush it down, straightening his back and motioning the bottle towards his niece-in-lawâs mouth.
The girl latched on to the nipple of the bottle immediately, settling down as the whimpers and whines subsided, replaced with the sound of little sucks and grunts of satisfaction as she drank from the bottle.
The two of you watched the child as she ate, making sure she didnât have any mistakes. Right now, Satoru wanted a baby more than he ever had, there was something about how the childâs eyes sparkled when he gave her the bottle and the way she snuggled into his chest when he held her just the right way, that made his heart beat a little faster. He would be lying if he said he wasnât enjoying this.
When the infant was done eating, he was quick to set the girl on his shoulder to pat her back, almost as if it were instinct. When he heard the small burp he went back to cradling the baby, only to realize that she had quickly fallen asleep. If that didnât take the cake already, you had gone over and took the baby from his arms, gently rocking her and placing her in the portable crib, humming a little lullaby as you did so. The way you had gently tucked the child in, pulling away with a satisfied smile, Satoru couldnât help but fall in love with you all over again. Gojo Satoru had fallen in love with the idea of having a child with you.
The tall man was quick to stand up and hug you from behind, looking over your shoulder as he watched his niece-in-law sleep. You couldnât help but smile at Satoruâs abnormal, yet cute, behavior. You pecked your husband on the cheek before resting your head on top of his.
Unfortunately, the moment couldnât last forever. The two of you heard a light knock on the front door. You heard the familiar voice of your brother as he called out to see if anyone was home, resolving to quickly remove yourself from your loverâs hold to go retrieve the door for your brother.
Your brother had left as quickly as he arrived, clearly in a rush to get home. You had given your brother one final hug and goodbye before he took off, saying that he better get home before his daughter could wake up from her nap. The moment you stepped foot into the house you plopped yourself down on the couch, letting out a sigh before turning to look at your lover only to notice he had disappeared.
You had been suspicious of your husbandâs behavior throughout the entire afternoon, but it had only become concerning around the time you were saying your final goodbyes to your brother and niece. Satoru had become silent and had a strange far-off look, almost as if he were longing.
In the end, you reasoned with yourself that it would be best to give him some space to sort out whatever he was going through. During that time of waiting you decided to take a nap; after all, babysitting your niece was not an easy job. Unbeknownst to you, Satoru had a little plan up his sleeve, one that he was going to present to you later.
You had no idea how long you had been asleep, but it was enough time for your husband to set up what was assumed to be some sort of class presentation.
The second you woke up from your nap you were greeted with a whiteboard full of notes and a paper program on your lap. You looked around the home to see if one of Satoru's students had visited to give their teacher some sort of presentation; however, when you thought about it, your husband would never give a kid such a pointless assignment, mostly because he wouldn't want to review it.
"You're finally awake! Alright, I left you a glass of water and a snack so you won't have to get up," Satoru explained as he walked into the room.
The said man was wearing formal attire, pulling a stack of flashcards out of one of his pockets, straightening them out, and clearing his throat.
"These are the ten reasons we should have a baby! Reason number one, we are in a financially stable position to sustain a child," Satoru started, pointing at a cluster of notes on the board.
"Sato-"
"Reason number two, based on both of our family histories, we do not have any pre-existing medical conditions" your partner interrupted.
Before Satoru could continue, you grabbed the stack of flashcards he was holding and placed them next to you. You could hardly process anything he had said as you had only woken up two minutes ago. You sat there, trying to comprehend what had just transpired.
"Why do you want a baby?" You groggily asked, looking through some of the flashcards your partner had created, "neither of us has ever shown interest in it."
"Originally, I never thought I wanted to be a father, but after seeing you with your nieceâŚmy perspective started to change," Satoru explained, flustered by his vulnerability.
You were stunned, to say the least, you had never seen your husband so powerless; you had never seen your husband so desperate. Satoruâs pleading look was saying it all, saying how important this was to him. In all honesty, you didnât know what to say, as this was all thrown at you in a matter of five minutes and you had hardly woken up and had only processed about half of what Satoru had proposed.
You looked through the flashcards your husband had made, seeing that none of them were left unfinished. It was clear that your partner had done his research as you noticed some good points that he had set up for his little presentation. However, there was one in particular that caught your eye, a note that didnât pertain to any logical explanation as it was purely based on raw emotion.
âI know that we would make great parents.â
You were at a complete loss of words as you read the statement aloud. You could feel your heart swell as you repeated them in your head, looking up at your lover with glossy eyes. The tears started to spill from your eyes, but they weren't tears of despair or anger; they were tears of happiness. Before your husband could misinterpret your liquid emotion, you launched yourself from the sofa to pull him into an embrace.
"This better not be some sort of twisted joke Satoru because if you tell me it is, I can promise you that I will smack you upside the head," you warned.
Your husband only chuckled lightly, returning your embrace, relieved with the reaction you gave him. Yes, you knew that you had never wanted children before, but seeing how Satoru believed in the two of you to pull it off, how could you say no. Besides, you knew it would be untruthful if you kept telling yourself that you hadn't thought about it a few times while watching your niece in the past. In all honesty, you were surprised Satoru snapped before you did.
"No! No, I'm not joking! I'm being one hundred percent serious, I promise, Y/n," You could feel the few stray tears on your shoulder as he uttered those words, "If you need proof, we can try right now."
You smacked your husband in the chest in retaliation to his horrible attempt at a tease. The two of you pulled away for a second only to touch foreheads. It was an extremely sappy moment and you both knew it but who cared because as long as the two of you were satisfied nothing else mattered.
Satoru Gojo was the strongest, but he couldn't help but fall head over heels when he thought about the future of his soon-to-be little family. And yes, you both knew you had no interest in having children before, but after watching your niece today, both of you could agree that you both caught a bad case of baby fever and there was no cure for it this far into the sickness. You and Satoru proved that the second you called your brother to offer your babysitting services for the next evening.
Summary: Satoru knows you're not together, but the lack of attention you're giving him is making him upset. Please give the strongest a green light signal before his feelings for you explode!
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader
Warnings: Mature content
Words: 800+
A/N: Just a Satoru brain rot that I need to put out in the world or else I can't focus on my school works :< enjoy!
Gojo is aware that his presence is impossible to miss.
An existence that submerges everyone deep into the divinity that he possesses. Despite having the same physical embodiment as every other sorcerer, the limitless space that favors him fills the void between average and God.Â
Yet, you, his longest term colleague aside from Shoko, had the audacity to giggle, like a schoolgirl in love, at something on your phone rather than paying attention to the sorcerer who shook the entire Jujutsu world.
Even if Shoko needs to burn her lungs with a whole pack of cigarettes to bear listening to his senseless rambles, Shoko never ignored him.Â
His chest swelled with agony. Did you grow tired of him? He thought.
He skipped a meeting with the principals to be with you, and you're ignoring him! That's unfair! Â
He dragged his gaze back to you, the type where youâd mistake his intense stare for a glance. He wants to be subtle.
The look on your face made his stomach turn. Who the hell is making you look so adorable right now?Â
Heâd already seen that expression beforeâ lips slightly parted, wide eyes, and a faint tint of red painted on your cheeks.Â
You ask almost all of your colleagues to go out for coffee, even Yaga, but never him. Maybe because youâre considerate enough to consider that he prefers drinks that scream diabetes at first sip. Still, he invited himself for you to bring along.Â
It was a typical coffee shop, nothing out of the ordinary and certainly not worth the three-mile walk. He is well aware that it was not entirely to your liking. You like your coffee strong, and you prefer a shop atmosphere with few people, preferably quiet, as opposed to this coffee shop, which is crammed with students. But he remained silent. He's confident that you have your own trusty reason, besides, you have always been a charitable person.
That is, until one of the baristas called you 'darlingâ.
He did not miss how your face lit up and how you bit your bottom lip shyly. He forgot to ruin your little moment with the person behind the counter because the look on your face was far too adorable for him. Unfair! He marched into Shoko's clinic the moment he realized you weren't there for coffee.
âShoko, I think Iâm sick!â He whined.
âSatoru, You canât get sick,â Shoko replied as she took a cigarette from the pocket of her lab coat . Heâs going to talk her ears off, sheâs sure. âGerms canât reach you.âÂ
âI can feel my heart beating too fast, itâs fluttering! My stomach also is feeling weird, it feels tight. Iâm also a bit dizzy,â Gojo plopped on one of the beds, âIt must be because of the caffeine right?âÂ
Shoko smirked, âAh, you found out about it already?âÂ
 âWell, I guess the cure to my life threatening sickness is to tell Y/N to stop going to that coffee shop with a tanned skinned barista,âÂ
âY/N said that his piercings were cool and attractive.âÂ
The sound of your giggle brought him back to reality. He was taken aback when he realized that a small smile was already formed on his lips. So unfair.
He began counting how many minutes had passed and his patience gradually wore thin.
Playing with the small piece of jewelry that lies on his tongue, he slid into the sofa next to you, peeking at your phone.Â
It turns out you were reading some comedy manhwa on your phone. You made him nervous for nothing, itâs unfair.Â
The sound of his booming laughter draws your attention to him. Finally. Â
âSatoru,â You looked up to him, âYou need anything?âÂ
He shook his head and plopped the both of you down on the sofa, entangling you in his arms. Â
He vaguely wonders how would you react if he asked you if you want to fuck him at this moment. Not that heâs a horny mess, but he wants to know if you will finally notice the space that he voluntarily let you enter?Â
âYou can tell me anything.â You softly said in his ear, your hand making its way through his hair.Â
âStop being unfair!â He wants to protest, but reminds himself that you may be standing on a thin line where comfort and discomfort meets. Instead, he let himself rest against you.
Consequences and risks are alien to him. He was sure.Â
Oddity only occurs when heâs with you.Â
Tracing letters on your back, his fingers started to tremble. This is not how he pictured it. Itâs supposed to be easy, like teaching Megumi how to summon his shikigami. He found himself clueless in this gamble with you. This is the most difficult curse he encountered. Even with the six eyes, he did not foresee the madness that he entered himself. The chaos in his chest. He repeated to trace the letters on your back, he wanted to engrave it on your skin, a long due assurance that was eventually bound to come.Â
You had him breathless as he noticed your eyes crinkled at the edges and the corners of your lips turned upwards, itâs over.
