A FATHER, A NERD, AND… SPIDER-MAN?
SYPNOSIS ⟡ ݁₊ . sfw. satoru’s a father, a nerd in college, and spider-man? he’s been distant for weeks, but at least you meet the masked spider-man everyone in the city has been talking about. ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! wc: 1.8k
WARNINGS ⟡ ݁₊ . fem!reader, kinda angsty, fluff, pregnancy, gojo’s all over the place, nerdjo / spiderjo / dadjo, daughter is unnamed but a baby, geto & shoko mention, deteriorating mental health, robbery mention, everyone’s trying their best
Multitasking as a college student and a father was hard for anyone, and it was especially harder for Satoru Gojo as a college student, a father, and Spider-Man.
Even as a well-known smart-ass on campus, though a bit off standish, his peers were shocked once they found out he impregnated one of their classmates, you, someone everyone believed was out of Satoru’s league. You were well-liked, a leader of a club, someone people could wave to in the busy hallways, while Satoru would struggle to greet someone other than Shoko, Suguru, or you— unless it were to make a backhanded remark to a classmate.
Though with everlasting support from your peers and a nanny to take care of the baby while you two were busy studying, it wasn’t enough for you.
What was once a relationship full of morning breakfasts and daily walks with your newborn, had turned into a dull one with occasional smiles and a text every other couple of days.
Satoru had been undeniably busy to the point where you wondered, but with doubt in your mind, if he had left you, it would likely be for another woman your age, just without the burden of a child. The thought had been taking hold of your mind for months, how you haven’t seen him for a couple of minutes at a time without him skittering away like an embarrassed teenager seeing his crush after avoiding her for weeks on end.
You knew he was still around because of the steamy window in the bathroom, the leftovers in the fridge, and the open window in your bedroom during the seasons when you’d complain it was too hot. On the rare occasions that your baby would become bored with her toys, the next morning there’d be a gift basket with stuffed animals and blankets in it.
The only person who would do that is Satoru, but at certain times, you hesitated and believed you were only imagining his presence.
Through his exhausting absence, you stayed loyal, of course. Even when students whispered in the hallways, muttering to each other questions like “Did Gojo leave her?” or assumptions like “He probably left because the workload of being a father and a student was too stressful.” Even though you ignored them, the assumptions didn’t end with the students.
Even after lectures, there would be a professor who’d ask you, sometimes curiously or accusatively if you were paying attention, or suggest an extension for an assignment due to your constant dissociation.
You had to be strong for your baby, for yourself, for your friends, and for Satoru.
But it wasn’t any easier for him.
Days were spent with an everlasting pit in his stomach, with dark circles under his once bright eyes, and without the two people he loved most.
Although he nearly threw up when you came to him with the positive pregnancy tests, he swore to himself he’d be a good father. And when your baby was born, and he held her frail body for the first time, he cried tears of joy.
He knew he had to protect her, and he’d nearly worked himself to death fighting crime throughout the city. With any alert, especially ones near your apartment complex, he’d put on the suit at lightning speed and detain the criminal.
He’d thought multiple times of telling you about the burden of being a sought-after hero, while he was a loser in college, and a stupidly absent father. All he wanted was to lie down with his head in your lap, as you'd comb your hands through his snowy, soft hair and reassure him that he’s the best there is at everything. Soft praises would escape your lips, and you’d tell him that you had a hard time sleeping at night without his clingy, warm embrace. You’d tell him he’s still your perfect boy, that he’s brave for carrying all this weight on his shoulders, and that he’s still the best father and boyfriend.
But he knew that was just his imagination, for now. Now, he’d swung through the city, heading back to your apartment. He knew you were attending an afternoon lecture so the nanny would be taking care of the baby. He had to be careful when stopping by for a quick drink.
When he stuck to the wall, he peeked inside and around the alley before opening your window and landing with a soft thud.
A quiet cry was heard near the dresser. Your baby was in her crib.
She cooed curiously, but tears welled up in her eyes, blue like his, and she clenched her fists before he ripped off his mask and picked her up. He rocked her back and forth and rested his dirtied cheek on her head, and she calmed down within seconds.
When he slowed down to a stop, his chest warmed with pride. She looked up at him like he held the world in his hands, and put her tiny hands on his face, squishing his cheeks together with a cute giggle.
But he’d glanced at the clock on your nightstand, and he had to get back to a “top-secret mission” as soon as possible. He swore under his breath and placed his daughter back in the crib, grabbed a drink, and took the mask off the dresser again.
He took a quick drink and put the mask on before soft coos left the crib again. He sighed and authoritatively placed his hands on his hips, looking down with a heavy heart.
“Princess, you can’t keep doing this,” he whined, “you’re making daddy feel bad. I have to go, you know that.” He wiggled his finger at the baby and let out a soft chuckle when she babbled out a word.
“Dada!” she babbled, as she often did.
She clapped her hands together as Satoru’s mind blanked. She knew how to talk but did she miss her dad, or did she think this masked Spider-Man was her dad? Did she know Spider-Man was her dad?
“Dada! Dada, dada-“ she continued, and Satoru’s heart raced.
He shook his head, “No, no, I’m not dada,” then took off his mask with a panicked expression, “I’m dada,” then went on a silly tangent, he put his mask back on, “I’m not dada!”
She stared for a few seconds before giddily smiling, “Dada!” and clapping her hands again.
He groaned, but gently squeezed her cheek once before cooing, “Daddy has to go,” then pausing, “you say hi to Mommy for me, okay?”
He left the apartment and swung through the city, off to his next mission.
His night was spent alone, though he watched your window for hours on end, protecting you in his own way without getting too close.
And when the next afternoon came, you were on a stroll with your daughter when a suspicious man, dressed head-to-toe in black walked into a nearby store, hands in his pockets.
Not even a few seconds later, a man in a white, black, and blue spider suit swung into the store. You didn’t even have time to react.
Almost like in a show, police cars drove up to the scene as shouts were heard from inside the store. Your baby cooed in confusion before you reassured her with a smile, and she calmed back down in her stroller.
Spider-Man apprehended the criminal and handed him over to the police, as if it’d happened millions of times before. One police officer gave a small nod to the masked man, and another gave a wave before they headed back to their vehicles.
It must’ve been obvious that you were confused, because before you knew it, the masked Spider-Man walked up to you.
“Hey, uh,” he paused, “you two safe?”
His voice was familiar and soothing, soft, but you knew it from somewhere. It sounded like Satoru’s, but you tried not to let that cloud your mind.
“Yeah, we’re okay.” You nod, “What was that about?”
“Oh, the guy was recently released from prison, said he was going to rob this exact place,” Your eyebrow raised, “kind of weird,” he chuckled.
And through the suit, his heart beat wildly to the point where he wondered if he was going to have a heart attack. He hadn’t seen you this close in ages, though he saw his baby last afternoon. Your expressions made him nervous, how you stared at him like you knew it was him behind the mask, or at least, you had the suspicion.
To his horror, his baby shouted with all of her might as she drooled over her fist, “Dada!”
She kicked in her stroller with a smile, and his heart nearly stopped.
He let out a forced chuckle to laugh off the situation, but his chest heaved, and you apologized.
“I’m sorry, she just hasn’t seen her father in a while,” You looked down at her with care in your eyes before picking her up, “Probably busy with work or some shit like that.” You sigh.
She only stared at him with those same blue eyes that stared back at her with a different kind of love, unwavering.
“Dada,” she cooed, reaching out to him with her chubby arms.
“That’s not Dada, baby,” you bounced her in your arms with a kiss on her forehead.
But she wouldn’t relent, she whimpered and pointed at him, confident, “Dada.”
He almost smiled under his mask, but he was shaking in his suit, sweating his ass off. You could probably burn holes through his skull if you stared for any longer.
You bit your cheek with furrowed brows, “Satoru?”
It did make sense. The way his suit matched his hair and eyes, and why he was always gone for unreasonable hours each day, and why the window would often be left open. He didn’t normally forget about the little things.
But he did that stupid, awkward laugh of his when he knew he was in trouble, when he tried to get out of a situation not favoring him, so he waved, “I uh, I have to go somewhere, maybe I’ll see you around?”
He swung to another building before you could respond.
Satoru was pacing back and forth in your apartment with his mask off for nearly ten minutes, and he heard the door clicking open. Your keys clanked on the table and you barged into the bedroom to see the masked hero, Spider-Man, Satoru.
first kind of long fic i’ve written in a while! hope u guys like it, i have no ideas
