summary: your previous relationship was a whole mess, and the idea of love now seems terrifying.
warnings: big nepobaby Satoru, negligent parents, angst but mostly fluff, mentions of alcohol and drug abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, mentions of depression, anxiety and OCD, toxic industry, low selfstim, slight jealousy, Yuji, Nobara and Maki bsf!, Suguru and Shoko cameo!, suggestive.
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Chapter 1. IN THE DEEP: after your failed relationship with a rockstar, you were afraid to make the same mistakes and try to push Satoru away.
Chapter 2. ONE LOOK: you're the only one that can't see the love blooming and Satoru takes the step to make you fall for him.
Chapter 3. MAKE IT LAST: after 3 years of relationship, you're finally getting married.
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Synopsis : which in the IT GIRL, black!cat!reader, has been on hiatus since her ex boyfriend, toji fushiguro, had cheated on her for the second time. It's been over 2 years since her last post. Speculation of her dating upcoming superstar, Satoru Gojo, along with toxic hate from toji, has her coming back to her true love, writing music! Along side a few new faces.
Content : established relationship, mentions of toxicity, manipulation, and cheating, manager!shoko, ceo!nanami, fluff, angst, happy ending, smut eventually, romance, praise, pet names, suggestive, actor!satoru, singer!model!reader, more tags to come !!
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Notes : currently still working on chapter 1, it has 2k words rn but i want each chapter to have at LEAST 5k words, so keep in mind it'll take a lil longer 🥹 ch1 should be out soon tho:3
Chapter 1 : She's back.
Chapter 2 : tba
Chapter 3 : tba
Chapter 4 : tba
Chapter 5 : tba
Chapter 6 tba
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summary: after your failed relationship with a rockstar, you were afraid to make the same mistakes and try to push Satoru away.
warnings: nepobaby!Satoru, fluff and angst, reader is afraid to fall in love again, reader is incoherent, Nobara and Maki cameo!, Satoru is doooown bad but hides it, slight mention of Satoru's parents, kinda slight daddy issues, avoiding tendencies.
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Satoru Gojo is a famous actor and an outstanding model. With two decades in the acting world he is known for more than 10 different leading roles in diverse films. He is also well known for being the current head of the Gojo family, his amiable public image, and his altruistic efforts.
Born to actors Gojo T. and Gojo O., he began his acting career in film with minor roles¹ and pursued a career as a fashion model.
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Any information you wanted to know about him, his age, his height, his weight, even the exact color of his eyes, you could find it online, but no one could describe him as you have recently known him.
You knew him from before, saw his movies as you grew up and took more and more interest into the cinematographic world. It was actually hard not knowing about him, even your mother knew him and told you how shocking the announcement of Gojo T. becoming a father was.
But you never imagined working with him, less that you would form a ‘friendship' with him and he would be asking stupid questions to cheer you up.
You haven't told anyone about your break up, but he somehow noticed, you tried to put your shit together and not let it show, keep working and living your life like usual, like before him. But Satoru made it easier, letting your vulnerability show a little whenever he was close, he eased the weight on your shoulders when he asked you his stupid questions like "which hour of the day is your favourite?", he let you relax and breathe when you felt like drowning.
And in some way, you started to rely on him, slowly with small actions, you felt your heart softer and warmer with him, after nights of raw cry and pure distraught when you went back to your ‘house’ full of things that screamed your ex's name but you were too weak to get rid off, just storing them on the spare room when it became too much.
It didn't bother you helping Satoru with his lines and facial expressions, you saw him taking a part of him to put it into the character, putting all of his effort on each line, reading them with deep passion, one day he asked to help with other lines to “get more feminine perspective”, you teased him reading the lines like if you were a preschool kid who hasn't learned how to read, you draw a good laugh out him, you didn't think it was that funny, but he was out of air and with pain on his stomach, staying till late on the set, because he couldn't piece up together his lines anymore, the perfect excuse to not go back to your self-made prison and getting a good laugh when you saw Satoru's face all red.
Satoru saw through everything, saw how some days you were better, and how some days were pure torture.
Kindly asking for you to stay, to ‘share’ a moment with him, when you ask him about it, he said it was because ‘you needed it’, and you wondered how much attention he paid actually, and you couldn't avoid your heart beating faster and your cheeks blushing.
This was useful for him as much as it was for you, because the moment he returned ‘home’, he would be alone and trapped in a gilded cage. Satoru noticed the way you looked at him whenever the world moved around him. You were surprised but you never judged him or made stupid questions about it, his heart fell more and more for you without you knowing.
Even with the lightest and stupid meal, at the snap of his fingers his staff had everything ready in a blink of an eye. It wasn't a problem for him to sit down with you, you said none of that was necessary but he kept saying you needed to eat more sugar, that way you'd be more happy, always alluring you to eat some sweet as a ‘treat’ after your hard work.
Satoru trained you quickly and sweetly, smart tricks that started to trace a firm path on your heart, starting to get too used to the small chocolates and bubblegums he carried with him everywhere.
Or the mochis, donuts and cupcakes his staff prepared beforehand.
You finally got the physical and mental strength after two months to finally put Choso's things into boxes, maybe you could send them to the company, but it would be like an announcement and you wanted to avoid more scandals, so the best option was to send them to his new apartment, but that would have to wait, you still have so much to do on set, but at least your considering it now.
Now you have to deal with the feeling of ‘cheating' on Choso, you weren't together anymore, you haven't been really together since a couple of months before he broke up with you. You tried to ignore your heart beating fast, tried to get Satoru out of your head, as long as you tried to get rid of the tight knot on your throat and the big lump whenever you thought about how things ended with Choso and how it didn't feel right falling in love again.
1 month after, you catched yourself thinking of the cons of dating Satoru.
It was a famous person, a recognised actor, to be precise, son of two hella famous actors too.
He had everything from the beginning, the last name, the face and beauty, the wealth, the charisma and the ‘fans' that were there since before he was born, a whole nepobaby.
You didn't fit Satoru's life, by any inch, by any chance, you couldn't meet the demands of his life and habits.
With Choso was different because you knew him and fell in love with him before he became famous, before he could even think of being a skillful guitarist. And the people ripped you apart for just appearing in some ‘controversial' photos.
You couldn't imagine how it would be with Satoru, the man that has always been famous. The ‘fans’ and paparazzis have been gentle with you since the first rumour, but that is until they find something about you that upsets them, questioning your love and if you're the right one for him, asking if your fitted to be a wife or a one night stand, or maybe till Satoru changes his mind and leaves like Choso did, and in that vulnerable moment, everyone will eat you alive.
Satoru was destined to bigger things, cars, house, family, not a new “MV director” and part of the staff on one of thousands of movies he was in.
But why are you thinking all of that? It didn't matter how enchanting Satoru was, you had to take a step back before you fell into his actual trap and you couldn't escape. You can't fall in love again, at least not this soon.
Satoru didn't care about that, he kept waiting for you on the set to eat together. If you said you were busy, Satoru still found a way to be together, if you said you already ate, he asked to stay with him while he ate.
He still asked his weird questions, “what is your favourite red drink and when was the last time you drank it?”, or “what was the last song you sang out loud alone?”, maybe “what's the conspiracy theory you really believe it's true?", and many other questions it was hard to ignore, another trap that led you to hours of conversation with him letting you know more about him.
When did you trust him so much to tell him about your bullies when you were 10? And why did he listen with that much attention? He was easy to talk to, even when you don't feel like talking, he made all of the talk on his own, sometimes even answering his own questions.
Was there any other way to not let him get to your heart? It couldn't be this hard, right? It has to be a way, but those small actions elude your heart from closing and instead warm it up to his presence, to his body, to him.
It wasn't weird when he asked you on a date, no doubting, no stammering, no sweat, no pushing his luck, just a quick and easy question, waiting for your response. You were gathering all of your things into your bag, the room where you were was empty, the rest of the staff were all over the set, but Satoru was still there, searching for you.
He gave you just a small greeting with his head before sitting on the sofa of the room, manspreading but with his arms crossed on his chest.
“Would you like to go on a date with me?” he asked peacefully, but his question made you freeze on your spot, you saw it coming, you weren't blind, but you didn't expect it to happen this soon, the leather of your purse creaked when your grip tightened “Satoru, i-”, “you don't have to give me an answer right now, just think about it, yeah?” his voice was soft like velvet.
You saw him stepping out of the room with a steady and calm pace, why did he have to do that? why did he have to be like that? why was he taking your heart with him with each step he gave?
That night you called Nobara, she has been always your confidant and knew you since many years ago, she knew about Choso and that you broke with him, but maybe she wasn't the person to talk about it when you heard her yawn while she was talking “you should take the chance, he is handsome, rich and he likes you so, get over Choso and try it”, Nobara tended to be the voice of temptation, it didn't matter what, why or when, she always tempted you to do what you never dare to do it alone. And because of her you got so much experience and good memories, but you were sure she didn't measure up the consequences of the situation.
You didn't want to bother Maki with your love life, but he wasn't as reckless as Nobara, plus you know she would be awake as the night owl she is. Maki tended to be the voice of reason, more logical and centered, and she actually knew how the industry moved and what would happen if something goes wrong, you felt your palms sweat as you waited for her to pick up the call.
She was complaining when you told her why you were calling, but still listened to your problems, sighing when something frustrated her and annoyed when you didn't want to tell her how bad things ended up with Choso.
“You're afraid, and from what i imagine things went… is valid, but you have to be straight with your decisions, whether you took the opportunity and make the jump even if it doesn't work, or it works and you get over Choso, but you have to be careful, you can't expect everything to be the same, you can't compare them, and maybe you should go to the date, just to try it out”
Unconsciously, Maki agreed with Nobara, but her answer was more formulated.
The fear kept creeping on your mind, your skin like a chicken and with cold sweat, if you say yes… it was really you saying ‘yes’ or the urge to get over Choso?
What if you ended up using Satoru just to see if things with him were really different than with Choso like you did with your first two ex's?
It was the urge to move on that scared you? Or was it the urge to say yes to Satoru but you were too afraid of it? Do you even like him back? That night you couldn't sleep a wink because of your head running into the same destructive loop.
The next day, at the first hour in the morning, just as you saw Satoru when you got out of your car, the word slipped out of your tongue, the sound was so weak that you were surprised he heard you, “yes”.
His smile gave you the first hint, you were nervous and unsure of what you were doing, but the butterflies on your stomach that usually felt uncomfortable, this time felt familiar and like a good omen.
“I'll go pick you up tomorrow night, doll up, okay?” he said while he nodded, his smug smirk of ‘i wanted it, i got it’, made you want to take back your words, but his glassy eyes of ‘thank you’ stopped you.
How did he know about your address? You didn't want to know, the important thing is that he was there making you give a turn to show off your black dress, and that you found the second hint with your giggles when he called you ‘pretty’.
The restaurant was elegant, something you never imagined put a foot on, “Mr. Gojo we didn't expect to see you tonight, otherwise we would've prepared-”, Satoru shut the hostess by just showing off his palm, also interrupting your train of thought “i know, i didn't made a reservation cause i want the whole restaurant for us”, he said as his grip on your waist dragged you closer to his body, “i'll pay every bill of the diner guests if they accede to go right now”, and if it wasn't for his arm holding you, you would definitely fell backwards at his words and the black card he offered to the woman in front of you.
The hostess and the waitress around her seemed confused and nervous but didn't question his petition, acting up in that moment instead, you only had to wait 15 minutes for the restaurant to empty out completely.
The menu didn't even have any prices on it, before you started to question it, the waitress approached “Mr. Gojo would you like me to bring you the usual bottle you order or would you like something else this time?” she asked with a shaky voice, Satoru told you what he usually drinks and asked if you wanted something else, changing his usual order to match yours.
Satoru was a total gentleman, opening up your chair and every door at sight, carrying your purse, slowing his steps and asking if you needed to rest. But even as you saw that part of him, he kept being the silly and funny man you know on set, still asking stupid questions, sharing part of the meal he ordered when he saw your eyes staring at his plate, and ordering the sweetest dessert on the menu.
It felt good not to have to hide and runaway from fans or paparazzis, you didn't even find any of them on your date, when asked Satoru about it, he said with a bitter voice “my dad's command, no one gets too close to the Gojo family if they didn't want to get sued and their career over” his voice had a hint of grudge on it, “but after his death it preferred to handle it more peacefully”, you knew his father was dead but it was the first time he directly acknowledged to you “oh, i'm sorry about your-”, “don't be, i don't regret his death” he interrupted you with a crude voice before going back to his usual bright self, maybe someday you could talk more about it.
The date wasn't rushed, you didn't hide at any moment, and you were grateful for it, but a small voice in the back of your mind kept whispering “he will change, he'll break your heart like Choso did”.
As he parked outside of your building, you contained a sigh deep on your chest, the date was amazing, you didn't have anything to complain about it, it was just your mind pulling trick on you, “i'm not ready” you said before Satoru asked or said something more “i-, uh, i'm not rejecting you but i'm not seeing yes either”, he nodded with his lips in a half smile, half pout, “i was planning on asking you on more dates before we formalised, but i guess we could wait”.
Not even a day after your date, you received a call from an ‘unknown number’. It wasn't unknown even when your phone showed it that way, you had that number engraved on your brain and deep in your heart.
You could hide and erase it, block him, but you didn't, you couldn't. Choso still shared his location with you even when he was in another country and you didn't tell him anything, just reading his messages and leaving him on read.
But this was the first time after months he actually called, you felt tired, the weight of the feeling heavy on your shoulders.
Tears falling on your cheeks, your heart squeezing on guilt of having a date with Satoru, 4 months and you couldn't hide the feelings that washed you at any hint of Choso.
Maybe you could let the call ring, pretend you never saw it, pretend you weren't aware of your phone, but you remembered Maki's words, you had to stop running away. You had to be honest and mark a limit with Choso, he was the one who left you hanging with your heart on your hands in pieces, he was the one that ran away when the things got complicated, it wasn't fair he was calling you.
Your hands were trembling and shaking when you grabbed your phone, your breath was shaking when your thumb hovered over the decline button, but felt relieved when you pressed it.
Your phone rang another 3 times and you declined all of them, with your eyes closed and a knot on your throat, took all of your courage and mental strength, but you didn't fall down the rabbit hole again. After he stopped calling you, it felt like you came out alive after you fell into a frozen lake, it wasn't Choso's fault, it was what his name turned into, and the story the fans wanted, story that wasn't with you, making you build high walls against Satoru's advances.
Anyone could call you a coward, avoiding any sight of Satoru, soon you'll finish with the shoots on the set, and you'll disappear from his life, back to normal, not involved in any love-drama anymore, less than week and you'll come back to your usual self.
Wednesday
He sent a big bouquet of baby blue flowers to your house
Thursday
He left expensive chocolates inside of your purse
Friday
He left your favourite gloss, the one you used on the date
Saturday
He left a small sticky-note “you make me eggstra happy” with two fried eggs holding hands and smily faces
Sunday
Satoru finally snapped, it was the last day on set, and you were about to go home after pretending you didn't see him even when he was almost 10 hours straight acting in front of you.
You tried to walk faster as you heard his steps behind you, he was calling your name, at first patiently, then more desperate for you to look at him.
Your car keys fell from your hand when you tried to open it, “shit, damn it” you cursed under your breath as you saw him through the reflection of your car windows, turning to see him, not bothering to grab your keys. When you were face to face with him, he cornered you by putting his arms on each side of your head, your head low, staring at your shoes, the visible breath of your sigh made you look up, finding his clear blue eyes staring at you, with his brows furrowed.
“You can't keep doing this, you have to give me an answer, i know i said i would be patient and wait for you, but i’m not willing to let you give me mixed signals, and i can't keep going with my feelings for you in my hands”, he grabbed you by your wrist, putting your hand on his chest, right above his heart.
“This is not fair for you because you aren't telling yourself the truth, and your hurting me on the process, you want me and you know it, but you don't let me get close and it's driving me crazy, i-, just say no and i'll stop”, he licked his lips after he stopped talking.
You kept quiet and Satoru took another step towards you, your back was pressed against your car, you were on your tiptoes to create more distance between his body and yours.
Satoru tightened his grip on your wrist, he was so close you could smell his perfume and feel his body heat, but you looked at the ground again, he then put his free hand on your shoulder, shaking you slightly, “just tell me you don't want anything to do with me and stop confusing my heart”, he said as his voice break with each word.
“I-...”, you couldn't piece anything, the lump on your throat made it harder for you to speak, was there a way to escape it? was there a way to not fall in love again? was there-...?
His lips smacked yours, a desperate action to make you snapped out of your thoughts and fears, his lips felt soft and warm, with a taste of marshmallows and strawberries, your body answered for you when you wrapped your hands around his neck and your eyes closed, starting to move your lips at his rhythm.
When he turned his head to reposition the kiss you took a step back, his lips tried to follow yours, he was still with his eyes closed when you started crying “you can't ask me to give you an answer and get over my fears when my heart keeps racing for you, and that's the problem, that i’m so confused cause i don't want to suffer again, i don't want to get my heart broken again, and it's been just months since i broke with him and i’m already having feelings for you? Isn't it too fast? what if i'm just using you to get over him thinking it's ‘love’ when it isn't, i will hurt you and myself again, and then i will have nothing, not him, not you, not me, nothing” you took a big breath, he erased the trails of your tears with his thumb and you relayed on him on instinct, “i keep thinking of ways to flee when the people starts to gather whenever they see you, i keep thinking of ways to hide myself into the crowd in case someone wants to attack me, in case someone calls me ‘slut’, in case some paparazzis took photos of us with my guard low cause i don't the story to repeat again, i don't to trip over the same stone, i don't fit in your life and you know it, i-”.
Satoru kissed you again, the hand on your shoulder now was on your waist, while his other hand caressed your cheek and wiped away the tears on your face, and you melted with his kiss.
“I'm scared to feel safe with you because i think all of it it's fake and some day that will break and-” you started talking right on the moment he let go of your lips, “you fit into my life because you're the one i’m choosing, i don't care about the opinion of other people, if they agreed… great, if they don't, i'll fight with claws and teeth till death for you,it's note the first time i do something like that” his answered kept making you anxious “i know you got hurted but you can't think something it's gonna end when you haven't even started it, you have to give love another chance, and want you to do it with me”.
His hand and lips felt warmer as he kept talking, “i want you and you want me, i love you, i love you even before you meet me officially and that also scares me because i thought i wasn't build for love and here i am, asking for you to give me a chance, to look at me and stop running, you don't have to run anymore, i have everything under control, no one is gonna hurt you”, more tears fell down your cheeks when you nodded, accepting his offer to try again.
This time you were the one who kissed him, pulling him from his neck to connect your lips, his height will be an inconvenience, “but we have to go slow, we can’t start dating yet, i still have to gain my confidence back”, Satoru left out a breathy laughed “i told you, i'm planning on having more dates before we formalise” sealing his promise with a kiss on your forehead as he pulled you into a warm hug.
summary: you're the only one that can't see the love blooming and Satoru takes the step to make you fall for him.
warnings: mostly fluff with a hint angst, kinda 'stalker' Satoru (but nothing you have to worry about), MDNI. Mentions of sexual, child/domestic and psychological abuse, toxic industry, slight self-harm, OCD, anxiety and depression, mentions of suicide attempts, suggestive.
note: to be honest this is my favourite chapter because i can show you a 2 vulnerable versions of Satoru like him asking us out in a super romantic date, but i also take him out of the 'perfection' he 'lives' in through his past, it was so thrilling to write this side of him even when it broke my heart a lil bit.
But with this chapter i BEG you to proceed with caution, it has themes that even when they're not explicit, it could be disturbing/distressing for some of you, i put dividers where the sensitive part is, so if you don't want to read that part you could skip it and read the rest of the chapter, as always lemme know what you think and enjoy!
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It's been 4 months since the shooting of the movie ended and you started having dates with Satoru, but weren't still dating.
He was the one that took the steep and reassured you everything between you would be alright, all sunshine and flowers.
Satoru took you to different places, at first all of them were private dates in restaurants and places only certain people could go in, people that had strict contracts and didn't let them slip a word out of their mouth.
Slowly, he took you to places ‘less’ private, because you still had to make reservations or be part of some ‘club’ only rich people could be part of, paying an awful amount of service charges.
You felt out place, the idea that you didn't deserve him or that life was deeply engraved on the depth of your brain, whispering ‘you don't belong here, you don't have the right to date him’, but every time Satoru saw your eyes losing their light, he was quick to bring you back, and make you remember why you gave him this opportunity.
Without exception, Satoru looked dazzlingly stunning after it, a halo of light behind him with your heart in his hands, taking the most softest and beautiful care, as if it was the most precious thing in the world.
After 4 months, you were sure this was your heart beating for him, it wasn't for his looks, nor his money or the places he took you to.
You forgot a long time ago about the idea of running away from what you had with Choso, you didn't even realise when you stopped running to stop and stare at Satoru, ready for a new start with him.
But maybe you weren't too obvious about it, maybe you had to talk with him about it, tell him how you feel and that you were ready, ask him to finally ask you out.
The first month you were patient, maybe he was nervous or shy, maybe he was being a total gentleman, waiting for you to give the green light. But either those gorgeous eyes were blind or he was so oblivious about your position, cause seemed to refuse to see the obvious clues.
The second month you convinced your mind that he was courting you the right way, the old way but still were nervous.
The third month you were pissed and ready to speak your mind, if it was your time to take the step, well, you'll have to do it.
The sleepless night you spent on his place didn't help, especially because it wasn't the sleepless night you wanted. Only tossing and turning around on the bed of his room, his smell making you dizzy but confused at the lack of his presence, he said he would take one of the ‘spare rooms’ he had on his big house, with a knot on the pit of your stomach, the clear indicator of your anxiety, the next morning you'll date him.
But, oh well, life was determined to not give you what you want, huh?
That morning you heard him moving in the kitchen, a delicious smell came to the room you were in, checking the reflection for the last time you gave yourself a small path on your shoulder, giving you the courage you needed.
When you opened the door, you heard him talking, whispering to be exact, he was on a call for what you could catch on the way to the kitchen.
“No, no-, listen, no, let's say i'm… hey, listen, it's a friend, okay? I'm just spending time with a friend” he wasn't talking about you right? you weren't ‘just a friend’, he didn't friendzone you just weren't slipped out of his bed, right?
Right?
You still weren't official, but you were about to throw yourself at the pool to realise it was actually empty?
“Yeah, i'll call you later” he said before hanging up, letting a sigh out of his lips before looking at the pan on the stove again, he hasn't seen you yet. Your body was in protection mode, arms crossed over your chest, with your index finger tapping on your bicep, your eyebrows up as you looked at him suppressing the lump on your throat.
“So i'm a ‘friend’ you're spending time with?” You didn't want it to make it sound like that, but the harsh tone on your voice didn't help, it was your way of protecting yourself.
“No, i-” Satoru jumped startled at the sound of your voice at his back, turning to see you slowly.
“No? I heard you, Satoru, you're gonna deny it now, huh?”, you walked to him, getting close to the kitchen in big steps, closing the distance between you, “if you don't want this anymore, I would be thankful with you to tell me, so i can stop my feelings before i fall harder and became your plaything” you said with tears pricking your eyes, your voice wasn't harsh anymore, it was weak and with a hint of fear.
“No! No, it's not that i don't want to be with you, but…”, you saw him searching for a place to hide in, “but what, Satoru? what?” you said as you put your hands on the bar of his kitchen, “there's some things i haven't told you before we started having dates and it will make me sound like a creep, and i don't want to-, ugh…” he covered his eyes with palms with his fingers buried on his hair, it was weird seeing him with out his black dark glasses, and he looked with a different aura, a pure one.
Usually you felt like he could see through you, but now you feel like you're the one that can see through him, every little secret he tried to hide deep in his chest, appearing before your eyes like neon lights, his eyes expressed worry and tiredness.
His mind was into a big dilemma, either telling you the truth or breaking down one of his walls for you to see more of him.
Satoru was a well-known actor, famous for his impeccable character interpretation, he could hide the biggest of his secrets right in front of everyone's noses like a magician entertaining 4 year olds.
How could you read him as easily as reading a magazine? It wasn't worth it anymore, he had to show you the dark side he hadn't let anyone see before.
“If you want all of the story, you'll have to sit”, he waited for you to sit to take place, “well then, we have all of the time” you took a seat on his sofa, but Satoru sat on the other side of the sofa, not at your side like usually, leaving 2 seats that created an abysmal space on the expensive sofa of his.
Satoru was always trying to protect himself, but nothing left him this unprotected, nothing made him feel this exposed, not even his father's death made him feel like this.
He took a deep inhale to take the courage for whatever he was about to say, curling up on the sofa, hugging his knees tight to his chest, like something was about to hurt him psychally, and you realised that you have never seen him like this, with this level of vulnerability.
The lack of his fun and bright personality take you out of place, and at your sepulchral silence, he started.
“I didn't have the usual and normal life everyone else had, since my mother got pregnant i was only a mere spectacle between two famous actors, the proof of ‘their love’ but i will not talk about that, they basically didn't love each other, nor me” a big sigh left out his lips, “it was my fate to become an actor, i am their legacy, be as good as them, so as i grew up, well… it wasn't bright and warm, and after my father's death i felt guilty because i was happy he wasn't finally controlling me or my life, my mother never moved a finger for me” he left his extended arms hanging on his knees, playing with his fingers out of nervousness.
“I was used to having my life all planned and together when i found this video of two crazy guys ragging on everything on their music video and i got really curious, maybe it was staged but it couldn't be real. How could anyone act like that on something that thousands of people would watch? who would be this crazy to produce and shoot that? and then i found your name on the credit roll as co-director and…” a breathy laugh left you with the memory of the crazy duo and their awfully savage ideas.
“And then i found more of it, of you, cause none of the directors were that solid as you were, the authenticity not only with this duo, but with more artist under this label and you were the only constant with those artist and the music videos” he was staring at the scenery, you noticed he did that particularly when he wanted to disconnect and run away from his pain.
“And i don’t know… i guess i got obsessed with you and your work, i watched the videos over and over again till i couldn't notice any other detail, i felt like i personally met you, like we were close friends, i tried guessing what would you do with the next mv, and got excited when you changed to some other concept, especially with that last band you were with” his eyes started to look red and glassy, like if he was about to cry at any moment but was holding back.
“Some friend told me she knew someone that worked with you and that you were interested in the cinematography field and… i only said that ‘it would be amazing if i can work with her one day’ and let her pull the strings gently” the corner of his lips started to go up faintly, “i didn't thought it would actually work, but i wanted it to let if flow, it the production was interest on you, great, i would finally meet you, if don't, well maybe i wasn't destined to know you” he shook his head and hugged his knees “but you did it amazingly and even the managers got nervous when they saw your name and curriculum, i swear i was jumping out of happiness when the staff told me you would be working with us”.
“When you first talked to me and asked for a photo i felt like a ‘fan’ for the first time, and it was a ‘dream come true’, my ‘distance friend’ that didn't know about our friendship was asking me for a photo? my ego went to the moon and back, i didn't realise when i started seeking more of your attention, trying to do ‘small chat’, but you answered me with an unusual truth that got me trapped instantly… and then you questioned me back and dared me, with things i didn't even think about before, and i comprehend i fell in love with you many months ago”.
He tried to get smaller on his spot, this time covering his head with his arms, but you saw the redness on the back of his neck, shame run all over his body “but then i discovered you were with that rockstar and well, my hopes died soon” his voice sounded more and more muffled on his next start “to be honest i was happy when you broke up with him, but i didn't like to see you sad and miserable, with your heartbroken, and well you know the rest of that”.
He turned to see you, “the thing is… this now seems planned, like a perfect plan i orchestrated and i feel awful, cause why if you don't love for what i am? what if you only like me because i made it happen? what if you don't like me anymore because i basically stalked you?” he said with a more strangled voice with each word that came out of his mouth, you saw fear in his blue eyes, this time they weren't a light shiny blue, this time they seemed with a deep blue and dull, maybe it was the indirect light that turned them off, but Satoru still looked like a mess and out place, his perfect persona no longer in sight.
“I will understand if you're not interested on me anymore, and-”
And that sight made your heart skip a beat, making your throat uncomfortable, but you couldn't hold back your smile back anymore, nor your soft laugh “oh Satoru, but i already knew that”. Satoru was sure you were playing jokes on him, playing with his feelings when he heard your answer, you were saying all of that time you knew about his ‘obsession’ with you and you were still willing to date him?
“What?” He asked with a perplexed look, “i don't understand i-”
“You're not too smooth about it, you know?” you sat closer to him when you saw the tears falling down his cheeks, cupping his face in your hands “i'm… i'm glad it's because of that that you didn't ask me out before, and not because of anything else” you gave him an eskimo kiss, his nose against yours, he was trying to hold back his whines and cries.
As you caressed his cheeks, you gave him a more elaborated answer with your perspective “you noticed the small details that not even the fans figured it out, because you were seeing me through the artist i was working with, noticed how i always connected something between the mv's, and told me about it with a super excited face, the first time i thought it was pure coincidence, but it didn't happen just one time, it happened more than 3 times, that was my first hint” you lower your hand to his shoulder, gracing your fingers on the bare skin of his arm till you reached his hand, making slow circles on his palm.
“You also tasted the waters about my relationship with Choso, like if you knew something previously, and you didn't try anything even if you “didn't know i was dating him”, but i didn't see any surprise in your eyes when i told you about it, maybe you knew it because of the media, maybe because you saw him on the set picking me up, or maybe because you paid enough attention on me” shrugging your shoulders as you looked at the ground, “so yeah, i already knew, toru”.
Your other hand left his cheeks and flew to the center of his chest, feeling his heart beat faster at your touch. He placed his hand over yours with his eyes closed and tears still falling down his cheeks, enjoying the moment. “You really don't want to end this?” he asked afraid of your answer, “cause if you change your mind now i swear I would go in my knees and beg for you to stay” the corner of his lips started to go up, “uhm, no, i'm sure of my decision, i've been for a long time, all i want is you” you heart was also beating fast, this was the first time you spoke without any filter after months of holding yourself back.
You were afraid to fall in love again, you were afraid of getting heartbroken again, you were afraid things ended up bad again, but Satoru gave you hope, and made you feel comfortable and in constant search of his presence.
Satoru felt like he was falling in love with you all over again, erasing the paths of his tears from his cheeks he started to laugh, just a little, but it was the most real you have seen him really laugh “lemme prepare something to ask you out, okay?” you only nodded in response.
The rest of the day you spend it talking about what you wanted for the relationship, at first it was weird, you never imagined talking about those things, but some things should be changed if you wanted different results, and Satoru made it easy for you.
3 days after you talk, he made you stay with him the night and woke you up pretty early. You whined and complained when you saw the hour on your phone “3:27 am, really Satoru?” but he didn't fight you, just told to get ready with the things he prepared for you.
It was unusual he stayed silent all the way to whenever he wanted to take you “are you sure we're going in the right direction? cause Satoru this looks… suspicious” you said as you looked at the deserted road but he kept going on for another hour.
When he told you you finally arrived, it was 6:06 am, a bunch of people were already waiting for you, and while you seemed nervous, Satoru looked like he was fighting for his life.
The nervousness became stronger when you saw why you were in the middle of nowhere at almost dawn. Satoru planned a ‘hot air balloon date’, just to ask you out.
If he doesn't ask you out on this date, then there's anything else that could beat this.
You doubted at first, but Satoru never let go of your hand, giving you the necessary courage to go into the basket, the fear soon forgotten when you saw the sun rising in the sky, golden rays sneaking through the clouds and the whole scenery. The higher the balloon went, the colder it was and you understood why Satoru bothered to bundle you into heavy clothes.
You felt your cheeks and eyes burning when you turned to see Satoru, and saw him contemplating at you instead of the sky, he held your hands and squeezed his body against yours “maybe you think this is dramatic and exaggerated, but i don't think you deserve less than to get a proposition like this, if you ever doubted about my love for you, please keep in mind that i think that not even the earth deserves you, and that's what i'm asking you in the air, so... will you do me the honour to be my girlfriend?”.
If you weren't 600 meters above the ground, you would jump on him and climb him like a raccoon on a tree, but you had to hold back just enthusiastically nodding ‘yes, yes, yes, yes Toru”, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders, with the morning sun witnessing your love, Satoru finally kissed you after months of waiting.
When your small ‘trip’ above the sky ended, Satoru gave you a big bouquet of flowers, and a small gift. A delicate ring with a blue heart stone-shaped, pairing up with the necklace Satoru was wearing, the same shape, the same colour, his eyes colour, but he only showed it to you after you said ‘yes’.
You already acted like a couple, but after you started dating officially Satoru never left your side, the days on the new set were short and with more ‘break’ days because the budget was lower, and Satoru didn't have any other film to shoot, just promotions, so it wasn't unusual you spend all of the week on Satoru's apartment or going out to different places, and he showed you his version of ‘fun’.
Like the golf camp, which if it wasn't for the little car you begged Satoru to drive, you would be bored to death.
He taught you how to play and some tricks he was a specialist on. The first 30 minutes were interesting as he taught you and showed you the place, but you really doubted Satoru had fun playing golf, making you roll your eyes when you saw him yawning.
The shine and bright sun of the afternoon didn't help either, burning your skin and making Satoru look like a tomato.
“Lemme drive the cart, we'll have a lot more fun”, you said as you looked at him pleading, “please, it's one of my dreams to drive one of those things”, Satoru took his time thinking before nodding “okay, but you have to be careful, sweets”. It took you only two seconds to drive to max capacity of the little cart, turning and drifting in the way of the golf camp, making Satoru bury his nails on the seat, as both of you jumped when you passed a big bump on the road, taking a laugh out of you when you both gravitate over the seats and almost turn the cart to the side if you didn't stop at the right moment.
One of your hands was still holding the wheel and the other went to grab the arm Satoru put in front of your torso to ‘protect' you, neither of you could breath with the loud laugh you couldn't hold back, “you're never gonna drive again” he said half laughing, half coughing “oh please, we needed that laugh" and before Satoru could ‘argue’ back, one of the members of the staff was walking towards you.
You weren't supposed to do any of that, the rules stated that you couldn't exceed the speed limit, nor the noise of your voices, and more shitty rules that were pure bullshit.
A skinny and languid boy with a dark green shirt got close to you “excuse me, i hope you and your husband are having a great time but unfortunately we got a notification that this cart was exceeding the speed limit and a lot of-” you smiled as the guy stopped watching his tablet and turned to look at Satoru, his bored voice turning into a nervous one, his eyes stopping on Satoru's white hair, then to his eyes under his glasses and lastly to the smug smirk on his face “ah… Mr. Gojo, we didn't-, i'm sorry, i will notify my superiors that there is any problem here, and i beg you to please accept my apology for disturbing your precious time”, he was an inch away from going into his knees if Satoru gave the poor boy that look again.
“You should stop doing that” you said as you watched the boy go as quickly as he could, talking through his monitor, “do what? I didn't do anything, i didn't even say a word” he answered making you sigh, starting the cart again, this time driving on the average speed limit to the exit of the camp, “it's my father’s fault” Satoru said, he wasn't looking at you, he pretended looked at the scenery, but you noticed him staring at nothing, “everytime he brought me and my mother here, he was very clear he didn't want any interruption, sometimes he was… pretty rude with the staff of the place, but no one could ever dare to say anything because of the influence my parents had, if they decided this place didn't fit their liking anymore and decided to not come back, it would be the ruin of the club” in his voice appear that hint of grudge he always had whenever he talked about his parents, but some notes of sadness also appeared.
“You know, shareholders, exclusive members and all that shit” it wasn't usual he opened like this about his family, so when he did, you listen carefully, making sure not scaring him or cutting his inspiration, this special memory looked like a bitter one, Satoru was chewing on his lip before continuing “all of the paparazzis waited at the entrance of the camp, waiting for us to make our apparition… every 3rd sunday of the month we came here, looking like the perfect family while the other days the forget i was their son” his voice sounded with more grudge with each word that left his lips, before you took his hand, pulling it on your lap when you stopped the cart, intertwining your fingers making him snap out of his memory “but today i had a great time, even when we didn't play any golf at all” he said now looking at you with a small smile “yeah, i knew it, you don't like golf!” you recriminated and saw his face and shoulders relax.
Satoru didn't talk about his parents or his sensitive side till 4 months after you started dating. Just tiny things like “i only talk with my mother when it's my birthday or hers”, a hint of “oh, that surely was fun” when you told him details of your childhood, maybe a “mmh no, i only have 2 close friends, my parents controlled that too” after you told him about Nobara and Yuji.
But the straw that broke the camel's back was one afternoon on his bed, it started with you kissing him a little too intense, running your nails along his arms muscles, giving him shivers but relaxing him, his hands gripping on your hips pulling your closer, but your hand going under his shirt made him jump in fear, also scaring you “oh, did i hurt you? sorry”
You knew Satoru was careful with the intimate touches, his skin was susceptible and maybe you were too used to being rougher. But Satoru shaking his head confused you, “i- i think we should stop, i'm not ready and-” he tried to justify it but you saw him all pent up down there, with a blush on his cheeks and his blown out pupils also gave him away.
“Okay, it's okay” you told him, trying to reach from his cheeks before dodging your hand, “Toru, what's wrong? if i hurted you, you can tell me-”, he shook his head again “no, it's not that, it's not you, it's-” the deep blue eyes came back again, as if they were lifeless.
The dim light of windows hitting on the bed and his skin, making him look like an angel without his wings “i don't feel comfortable with sexual interactions because i don't have a ‘pretty’ past with it” he said trying to avoid looking at you, scratching his skin in clear indicator of his anxiety “oh… well, we don't have to do anything, and you don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to”, you said with a small voice, feeling guilty for wanting to do more.
“I want to do more, and i want to tell you about it because i don't you to think that i don't desire you, i've been waiting for this moment for so long, but my mind keeps bringing up those bad memories and mixing it when we try to do something and i'm so frustrated that i feel dirty everytime you touch me, i don't want to feel like this" each word more broken than the other as he tried to explain himself, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
You reached for him, slowly gracing your knuckles with his cheek, “c'mere, put your head on my lap”, laying your back on the headboard, and getting more comfortable on the bed.
His feelings eased a bit when you started scratching his head, almost making him fall asleep “the industry i grew up in was a total nightmare, i never had a family besides the last name, none of my parents took care of me no matter how much i cried when i was little, appealing to hurt me with rough words or hits to make me keep quiet, but being careful none of them showed in case the cameras could catch it, it was worse as i grew up, telling me how ‘useless' i was, and it didn't stop till after my father's death” he closed his eyes “without my father close, my mother finally turned a blind eye on me, sometimes playing like the ‘poor widow’ and the 'poor single mother', i got the habit of scratching till i draw blood whenever my anxiety hit me, it happened after each time i saw her, but even if my parents weren't exceptional ones, they always protected me in some way or another in the industry, but my desire of being loved lead to wrong decisions”.
“In some way i feel responsible and stupid about it, cause i accepted everyone that showed me a bit of kindness or admiration” his sigh made things set heavier. You knew where this path was going to take you, but you never imagined how much it would hurt your heart. “I refugiated into collecting and spending money on games, but soon wasn't enough, especially after i felt like my life wasn't worth it, not too brave to end it, not too brave to keep going as usual, not too valuable for my parents to love me… the first time it happened was after my father's death, this woman was my ‘close friend' and showed me support while i was grieving, but some things led to another, and i was too drunk to think more about it when she was already above me and-” his voice broke into a hurt whine, you kept running your fingers into his head “Toru, you really don't have to keep going” the knot on your throat didn't let you say more, neither the shake of Satoru's head.
“After that I fell into a toxic spiral of bad friendships, decisions and people that only used me like a stepping stone” he grabbed one of your wrists and brought it close to his lips, giving a small kiss like if you were the one exposing your soul, “i thought that that was the freedom i waited my whole life, but i was wrong, the media and the people around me just were close to see through my weakness, pouring more salt on the wound, hitting my soft spot over an over again to see how much i could handle before snapping, calling me awful names, exposing the sexual life i didn't like nor want it, mocking on the characters and productions i worked on”.
“It didn't help seeing some of ‘my friends’ that also grew up with me falling into drugs, and even dying because of them, ruined by stupid rumours that led them to suicide” his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, tightening the knot on your stomach.
“For some time i forced myself to feel good, like if it was supposed to happen like that, like everyone experienced the same things, but i didn't like it, everytime i hate deeply, and after years of abuse, i decided that love wasn't made for me… i wasn't made to love or be loved”.
He then open his eyes, looking at you straight in the eye “and then i found you, making my heart beat fast and strong, making me yearn for you to only look at me, giving me hope when you said you were interested on me” he then started playing with you fingers, kissing each one of your fingerpads and lastly your palm.
The light of the afternoon now looked warmer when you saw the small smile on his lips, his eyes were glassy but now with the bright blue back, “and looking so freaking pretty when you tell me you love me” his voice pouring honey, full of love, you couldn't hold it any longer “can i kiss you?” you asked, he laughed and nodded, his soft lips made you melt with him, he put your hand on his chest when you broke the kiss “i'm not gonna hurt you, Toru, i swear, you're safe with me” you said before giving him another kiss, this time he broke the kiss “mmh… i know, that's why i choose you” he answered with a smug smirk.
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summary: after 3 years of relationship, you're finally getting married.
warnings: pure fluff, this is the shortes one, wedding, Satoru being a complete lover boy and so fucking cheesy.
note: here it is, the last one that ends this amazing series, sorry for making you wait btw, as always please lemme know what you think and enjoy!
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Satoru has been having migraines since he was 6 years old, but for his family and industry it seemed like it meant nothing. Like he was faking it, a way to make them pay attention to him.
Later when he got a diagnosis, he didn't actually need it, people still dismissed him. Saying it was a fair exchange for his beautiful eyes.
He didn't hate his eyes or his parents, or his last name, he hated the people that refused to see his pain dismissing it with stupid excuses that took him to the verge of falling down into an infinite loop of “it's your fault, and you have to hide any hint of vulnerability, compose yourself”.
Satoru felt alone all of those times when he took pill after pill, begging for the mental and physical pain to go away, nights fighting bad thoughts and fears of getting an accidental overdose because the director didn't want to take a free day or because he kept pushing his body till he felt dizzy and his body numb after hours of shooting, feeling like his head was being crushed to a wall.
He left out a bitter laugh when the people made comments about his glasses, the same laugh he left out when anyone tried to smoothly take something from him.
Satoru was always ready to fight, fangs on sight, claws out, tears running down his cheeks, venom deep in his heart, intoxicating his mind in the process. Doubting anyone that tried to get close.
The first time he trusted someone, was when he was 15. A black haired boy who accidentally shared a couple of details of his parents when they were younger and he didn't know anything about. Later Satoru learned Suguru was the noisiest person he could ever meet, and the information fell right on his hand as if some power outside of the world was helping him.
After Suguru, he didn't trust anyone till he was 20. Satoru always knew about her, his best friend always mentioned her, but for reasons he didn't want to mention, always avoided the meetings Suguru made for them to meet each other.
Big was his surprise when he found Suguru and a brunette girl on his sofa, smoking as if it was their safe place. She talked to him as if they had known each other since the womb, and for a couple of minutes he was about to scream in anger and take those two idiots out of his house. But he couldn't take the idea of parting ways with the person that made his personal hell a little more bearable, and he decided to give the chance to the girl that saw him as her oldest friend.
And the third time he trusted again, was when he met you. Not in person, but through the internet and whatever you left behind on those MV's you were so dedicated to. He couldn't believe the big prize he won.
With his head on your thighs, and your fingers slowly scratching his scalp in a soft massage to take away the migraine that made him throw up his breakfast, “you know you don't have to hide behind the mask of ‘the strongest’, right?” you told him with a small voice, afraid to trigger his pain again if your voice was a decibel louder, but brave enough to leave a kiss on his forehead. Your lips barely touched his skin, and anyone could calm him crazy but he felt all of his pain dissipating whenever he was close to you, but especially when you kissed him.
You've been together for 2 years and 6 months, and Satoru can't seem to be satisfied, he wanted more of you each time, it was never enough, and maybe you touched a soft spot on his head, or maybe your words graced a soft fiber on his heart, but the words slipped easily from his lips “if i don't marry you, you'll be my first, last and worse break up”. Satoru didn't want an answer, he didn't think about a reaction on your end, too far away with your magical fingers “let's get married then” you said with that small voice again.
And that made him jump right from your thighs to directly see you in the eye, “what?” he said nervously, maybe he was being delusional and heard something that wasn't there. The room started to spin and the light still felt too bright even with the curtains closed, but that didn't matter. “Let's get married” you repeated with a smile on your face, “Right now, or the next week, but let's get married” you said nodding.
“What? No, we can't, i haven't proposed and we had to plan a big wedding, there’s too much people we had to invite and you have to pick your dress, we have to think in a beautiful place and-” you shake your head, “No, Toru, your thinking in an spectacle for the outsiders, i want our wedding, for us and our closest people” your hands cupped his cheeks, making him to look at you again.
“Afer our wedding, maybe we can have another public ceremony and blah, blah, blah, but first we have to enjoy it” you made a pause, your eyes straying to the floor of the bedroom “let's say we don't have any problem with the dress since i, uhm, already have it in Shoko's closet”.
His furrowed brows made his head hurt again a bit, but Satoru needed explanations and your nervous laugh made his hands slightly shake you by your shoulders “i… it wasn't intentional, okay? it happened 3 months ago when we went shopping, we passed the wedding dresses section and Shoko made a joke her in a dress, and somehow we talked about the prices being too good, and how she could know a rock was on the way to my finger and i tried on some dresses and i accidentally fell in love with one and well, i bought it but ask Shoko to hide it on her house, either way i would use everyday till the wedding i didn't know you were ready for, so… yeah” the small smile you gave him, and the bite you gave to your lower lip made Satoru blush.
“And if, hypothetically, we get married, where would we do the ceremony?” he asked, trying to focus, “maybe we could do it in our garden, it's pretty big and any other place isn't better than to do it in the house we've been living in, right? we could visit the place where we accepted each other's love every morning and we would have more privacy than anywhere else” and you were right, you wanted that wedding as much as he wanted it.
“But you have to let me propose, and pick a ring, and i'm afraid that'll take me some time” he said giving a kiss on the inside of your wrist, “i'll wait for you any time you want” sealing your promise with a peck on his lips.
Satoru didn't waste any more time when he was already preparing everything, he had to be as dashingly as he could be. It was your proposal and had to be special.
He prepared a trip for a whole week. Your proposal will be close to a lake he was sure was private, decorating it with flowers everywhere, on the bushes, and the trees, even making the flowers ‘float’ making an intimate garden for you and only for you.
And like if destiny wanted to see you together, the weather was fresh but warm, gifting you the beautiful view of the sunrise right at Satoru's back, the light reflecting on the water of the lake made him shine when he went down on one knee and showing you the ring, the perfect memory to tell everyone about.
You couldn't hold back your excitement when you said “i do, Toru, i do”, nodding and waiting for him to put the ring on your finger.
But Satoru's proposal didn't stop there, you had the ring on your finger, but he kept going over and over again, being cheesy because ‘he liked to hear you saying ‘yes, Toru'’.
The label of the pills he used for his migraine and that he casually asked you to bring them to him… Uh, yeah, took a big laugh from you when you saw the big bold letters
MARRY ME?
You threw the pills against him, after his good playing of “migraine episode”, but you still said yes with a kiss on his cheek.
The cup you used every morning somehow got a new phrase at the bottom of it, a fun surprise after you finished your drink, and the letters could be visible.
But Satoru pretended he didn't know anything till you nodded “yes, i will marry you, Toru”.
Even a poor tree was a victim of Satoru's love, engraved with a weird draw of a ring and a question sign.
But the most romantic one was the unplanned one. Snow on the streets when he picked you from the sets you were in.
Making you dance under the light of the moon, and the falling snow, twirling and tossing you around, before he fell on one knee again “marry me” he said with another ring.
You turned to see the ring you already had on your finger, making sure it was still there, and turning to see him again, taking your breath away when you nodded and he smiled brightly.
Two weeks later, you finally started to send the invitations to your parents and all of your friends. For a moment you wondered if you should send Choso and the band invitations, after all you considered them your friends, especially Choso even despite your turbulent relationship.
In the end, you didn't send anything, you didn't want the wound to open again, and didn't want to hurt him more than you did a couple of years ago.
At your wedding, Yuji arrived with two gifts, one was labeled as his and the other one didn't need any name to know who it was from, his kind words, handwriting and the present itself screamed his name. A record replay for music, not something you needed, but something you enjoyed. Yuji only gave you a lopsided smile when you turned to see him.
Most of the guests were yours, instead of Satoru's, but he happily greeted everyone and enjoyed the laughs and congratulations they gave him.
Protecting you from Suguru when his best friend teasingly confessed he asked you for a date in the past, making you laugh when Satoru opened big his eyes, almost hissing at Suguru.
Your married life started with sunshine and flowers and went smoothly, after you decided to keep it private.
Satoru nor you didn't take off your rings, not caring about the paparazzis and the people mentioning it, asking and posting news about your ‘future wedding’, or the places Satoru supposedly made reservations in that were related with weddings and receptions.
But maybe the weight was a little too much to bear, when accidentally in speech Satoru slipped he already was married.
Or maybe he did it on purpose, a good way to announce it, winning an award and thanking his wife in front of everyone.
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