ooooooo request time??!! 👀 could i get lovesick!gojo and reader getting a little tipsy and dancing around their living room and just bein goofy?? need a lil whipped goofy satoru i miss him 😔😔😔
oooo!!! i lowkey love this idea and writing chars that are jus so in love make me so happy :< ty for this req !!!
send me a char + a prompt, n i’ll write ~100 words!
“you’re drunk.” gojo’s trying to fight the smile from his face, but it keeps managing to creep onto his lips as he watches you stumble around the living room. “oh, my baby is so, so drunk right now.”
you make a noise of indignation, hand coming up quickly to point at him—a bit too quickly and you’ve suddenly knocked yourself off balance a bit. pressing a hand into the sofa, you glare at him from where he’s sitting at the opposite end of the couch. “you’re drunk.”
“no, i dd’d.” he reaches across the back of the couch to hold your hand, and you seem to just gravitate towards him. he can’t help but love the way you always tend to find him—in a crowd you’d know where he was without him even knowing you were looking for him.
you huff softly, walking around the couch (very slowly) and plopping onto his lap. “‘toru’s so mean to me.”
your bottom lip juts out in an exaggerated pout and he can’t help himself from leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. you were too cute for your own good and sometimes the cuteness aggression was too much for him, sometimes he just had to hold you and squeeze you. “not mean, just telling the truth.”
you stand up, now, suddenly, and gojo can’t begin to fathom what’s happening in your mind as you begin swaying and tapping your feet to an invisible rhythm. you’re humming, too, and he can’t seem to catch the melody, but he stands now to join you. taking your hand in his and placing his free one on your waist, he pulls you in and hums softly whenever there’s a lull in your tune. it’s messy, and you’ve definitely stepped on his foot a few times, but your laughter is bright and cheery and gojo wishes he could bottle it up and keep it forever.
“i love you.” he whispers in between the third verse and the second revival of the chorus, somewhere he hopes doesn’t ruin the song the two of you have created. “i love you so much it hurts.”
“i love you tenfold.” you say back, head leaning on his shoulder as you let him do all the leading.