Satoru Gojo isn't sure how he ended up in this situation. He's sitting on the couch in your apartament with you straddling his lap. His hands are gripping the soft flesh of your hips, while he desperately tries to avoid your gaze. But you wrap your arms around his neck and lean in closer. You start placing feather-like kisses on his neck which causes his breath to catch in his throat. Your lips slowly drive a path up to his ear.
"Satoru... What are we?"
You whisper the question right into his ear and he can feel his palms getting sweaty. He swallows, flexing his hands. What are they? He dreaded a question like that. He doesn't want to put a label on your relationship. It's comfortable as it is. You're everything he needs. You're always there for him where he needs you. You listen to him, you offer comfort, you understand when he needs to be alone, you devote your time to him. You're his friend.
You make him feel human.
In a way you're similar to him. Satoru knows it's wrong to think that. You're different. And as much as he misses his smile, his voice, his touch, his lips- He also knows he isn't coming back. Even if he beat himself up for it, even if he swore he would never love anyone - he has fallen for you.
He has fallen in love with the way your eyes sparkle when you're excited. With the way you laugh at his lame jokes. With the way that you say his name. With the way that you lean against him when you're tired. With the way that you trust him enough to cry around him. With the way that you smile, with the way that you smell, with the way your hands or lips feel on his bare skin...
God, he really can't lead you on longer, can he?
He takes a shaky breath and forces himself to lean back and look into your eyes.
"It's selfish to want for myself."
His words are quiet, unsure. You frown and tilt your head. He's scared that you'll just leave. He wouldn't blame you if you did.
"Then be selfish for once." Your hot breath once again carreses his sensitive neck. Your hand tangles into his hair. "Because I'm already yours. And I want as much of you as I can get. Isn't it selfish too?"
He's quiet, contemplating. He watches you, as you lean back again, waiting for his answer. How could he say no to those gorgeous eyes?
Satoru Gojo decides that it's okay to be selfish for once.
