satoru gojo was many things, and patient was not one of them.
"do you know how long it takes to push out a baby?" he asked curiously as he paced the waiting room. nanami ignored him and continued reading one of the magazines from the table beside him. shoko had rushed you to the hospital earlier after you went into labor. you kicked satoru out of the room after the third hour, claiming his "nervous energy" was contagious.
as nanami flipped to the next page, satoru glanced over his shoulder.
"are you seriously reading a magazine about the best kinds of bread?"
still, no response. "your potential goddaughter is being born and you're focused on how to perfectly butter your bread?! unbelievable." satoru crossed his arms and looked away in disgust.
after a beat, nanami flipped the page and said, "sometimes i can't believe you're older than me. you're like an insufferable child on a road trip constantly asking 'are we there yet' until one of the parents, or both, loses their mind."
he pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed deeply, muttering to himself about age not correlating with maturity.
now it was satoru's turn to ignore him. he tapped his foot anxiously, waiting for an update from the doctor.
finally, a woman in a white coat approached them.
"excuse me, are you...." she looked down at her clipboard. "... satoru gojo?"
"yes. is she okay? is the baby okay? it's a girl right? it better be a gir-"
"they are both are doing well. and yes, she had a girl,” she confirmed, nodding and offering them a small smile. "follow me."
satoru scrambled up from his seat and followed the doctor to your room. there you were, holding your newborn daughter, grinning from ear to ear. you looked tired but happy, glowing as you beamed down at your daughter.
"you're okay!" satoru rushed over and gave you a bone crushing hug.
"satoru—careful. she’s fragile, she’s barely been alive five minutes,” shoko warned.
“yes, we’re okay,” you chuckled, your smile reaching your eyes.
satoru pulled away and looked down at the baby in your arms.
dark, long lashes and big beautiful blue eyes with chubby cheeks and a tiny nose. she was perfect.
"can i hold her?" he asked softly. you nodded, startled by his sudden shift in tone. he gently lifted her out of your arms and held her close to his chest.
"hello there, i'm your dad." she grabbed his finger with her chubby hand and he melted. "you're the most beautiful baby i've ever seen," he whispered, voice breaking. satoru blinked rapidly, trying to hide the way his eyes shimmered.
nanami, standing near the foot of the bed, muttered, “well, at least she won’t inherit your personality.”
you laughed weakly, shaking your head. “don’t jinx it.”
shoko wrinkled her nose, “that would be awful.”
satoru glanced up, smiling through damp lashes. “are you kidding? she’s going to be just like me. strong, brilliant, gorgeous—”
“—and exhausting,” nanami cut in flatly, but his eyes softened at the sight of the newborn.
satoru ignored him, lowering his voice as he pressed his forehead gently to his daughter’s. “but most importantly… you’re mine. and i’m never letting you go.”
the baby cooed softly, her tiny fist still wrapped around his finger, and for once, satoru was quiet.
you were leaning against the kitchen counter, trying very hard not to giggle. megumi stood beside you, tiny hands stuffed into the pockets of his shorts, staring straight ahead like he was preparing for battle.
“are you sure?” he whispered.
you nodded. “trust me. he won’t get mad. it’s just a joke.”
from the living room, you could hear 𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 flipping through a magazine, completely unaware he was about to be psychologically tested by his 8 years old son, and his wife.
you cleared your throat. “megumi, sweetheart? can you take the trash out for me?”
megumi inhaled. toji didn’t look up yet. and then, in the most painfully forced bratty tone imaginable, megumi went, “oh my god, mum. shut up.”
thick, suffocating silence followed. the magazine stopped flipping. you felt the shift in the air before you saw it.
toji lowered the magazine slowly. “what did you just say?”
megumi visibly swallowed, his bravado evaporated instantly. he hadn’t anticipated the temperature to drop, and toji’s predator stillness. you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing.
megumi tried again. “i said… shut up.”
toji stood slowly, terrifyingly so, as he cracked his neck. he walked into the kitchen, stopping right in front of megumi. “you think that’s funny?”
megumi shook his head immediately. “no.”
“then why’d you say it?”
megumi’s eyes flicked to you, so does toji’s. meanwhile you were losing it - lips were trembling as you suppressed another laughter.
toji narrowed his eyes. “you.”
you immediately broke. a quiet laughter bubbled out of you before you could stop it. you grabbed the counter for support. “it was my idea! it was my idea, okay?!”
megumi let out the most dramatic sigh of relief and stepped back behind you like a tiny traitor seeking protection.
toji stared at both of you, then he dragged a hand down his face. “so you two decided to test me.”
you replied amused, and a little touched. “i wanted to see what you’d do.”
toji huffed. “what i’d do? you want me to show you what i’d do?”
megumi peeked around you. “are you mad?” he asked carefully.
toji looked at him for a long second, then he reached down and flicked megumi lightly on the forehead. “don’t talk to your mother like that. even as a joke.”
megumi nodded immediately. “yes dad.”
toji then looked at you. “and you.” he stepped closer as he murmured. “don’t teach my kid to disrespect you. you think that’s cute?”
your smile softened even more. it was a principle of a thing for toji. respect mattered, especially toward you.
megumi tugged at his shirt awkwardly. “so… do i still have to take the trash out?”
toji didn’t break eye contact with you when he answered. “yeah. and don’t say ‘shut up’ again unless you’re ready to run.”
megumi bolted for the trash immediately. and when he was gone toji finally smirked. “you’re a bad influence.”
you grinned. “you married me.”
he leaned down, brushing his nose against your temple. “yeah. unfortunately.”
his lips spoke another language as he kissed you. this man would choose you every single time.
i think satoru would be so insanely cliche and giddy when the two of you start dating
he would buy you a bouquet of red roses and chocolate, sending you red hearts and changing your contact name to “sweetheart <3” or “my lover” his heart doing flips when he read you’d changed his contact name
angel boy <3, it read, he couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the night.
he would take you out to the movies and then for ice cream afterwards, he’d let you borrow his hoodies and blush when he saw how much larger they fit on you
he would write you love letters, telling you how much he liked you and how he was so happy with you, random doodles on the sides of the papers
anytime you’d leave sticky notes for him or write him a letter back he’d tuck it away in a chest in the back left corner of his closet, smiling anytime his eyes landed on the chest.
he’d walk you or drive you home all the time, sharing an earbud with you, having you on the inner part of the sidewalk and slipping his hand in yours, smiling bashfully when you intertwine your fingers with his
he would do everything in his power to make you happy, running out of your house for ice cream after you mentioned wanting it one (1) time
he is just such a hopeless romantic, chasing after the feeling of warmth and love that you gave him, the feeling of normality that you gave him.
satoru didn’t feel like the head of the clan or the strongest sorcerer in the world as you pulled him to watch the light show in the cold december air, or as you intwined your fingers with his while he walked you home.
a/n: hi hi friends !! something short and sweet since i didn’t have time to work on a longer one shot today , i hope yall still enjoy !!! lmk what u all think :3
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SYNOPSIS “You’re so Fuckin’ fake” you end up dropping your 3 year friend and get revenge by hooking up with the man she hates the most…her playboy ex…..
ᝰ.ᐟ PAIRING - College playboy, Gojo Satoru, Sweet jockey Geto Suguru, Y/N’s ex bsf, Ayame
✮ WARNING ! Teasing, rough sex, p in v, revenge sex, friends with benefits?, name calling, whore, slut, a shitty ass friend, toxic relationships, maybe corruption kink, lmk if I forgot anything
ᝰ.ᐟ AN - my bestie mootie (@candy69gurl follow her she has better content) @ me for inspo on this post ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! I thought it was so different from the other posts I’ve made, but I wanted to try! I hope you guys enjoy
You rush to your next class, taking your seat two rows behind the guy you had a major crush on, Geto Suguru. You sigh and lean on the palm of your hand. Your friend Ayame sits next to you and chuckles. “Geez girl, if you keep staring too hard you might burn a hole in the back of his head…”
You groan. “Ugh Aya! Do you see how cute he is..he’s wearing my favorite color too!” You giggle and gently push her arm. She laughs and pokes you right back. As class begins Geto pulls out a notebook and pen. Grabbing the hairband from his wrist he holds it between his teeth. He pulls his hair back in a messy bun. ‘God he’s so sexy’, you thought to yourself as you try to focus on what your professor was yapping about for that days lesson.
The lecture hall door swings open and slams against the wall a bit too hard. The male who had burst through the door winces, in fact everyone does. The professor lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Satoru Gojo! This is the 13th time you’ve been late this semester!” The professor rests his hand on his hip and gestures for Gojo to come over to him. He strides over to him with his hands in his pockets. He flashes a smile at the students. The girls —and some guys— giggle. Ayame rolls her eyes.
She glares at him in disgust then looks away. Gojo and Ayame were an item back in their sophomore years of college. They went to parties together, ate lunch together, and of course, slept together. Until he just had to sneak into another’s girls pants. Almost everyone knew the story, but no one seemed to care. It was cliche. The hot guy becomes the school play boy. You snicker at the thought.
The professor swats his hand for Gojo to sit down after scolding him. He didn’t care. He smirks and finds an empty seat, coincidentally next to his friend Suguru. It was no surprise the 2 most hottest guys in school were best friends. Gojo gives Geto a gummy smile. Geto rolls his eyes and smiles while shaking his head.
You see, Ayame knew you had a crush on Geto, but Ayame also knew Geto never really reciprocated your feelings…
“Yeah! Y/n really likes you. I just wanted to know how you felt about her…you know. I’m just trying to help her out.” She batts her lashes at him and smiles. He smiles back, a faint blush on his cheeks. He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m flattered but- I don’t really see her in that way. D-Don’t get me wrong! She’s a great gal, I mean….” He looks away then back at Ayame.
Ayame bites her lip, a slight smile appearing. “She’s not really my type. Plus, I kinda have eyes for someone else…“ Ayame moves closer. Geto’s hands rest on her waist and pulls her close.
A few weeks past. Ayame was occupied on her phone more than usual. You tilt your head to the side to try and catch what she was doing. Her smile falters as she hides her phone screen. “God y/n, you’re so nosey…” she rolls her eyes and continues texting. You huff. “Sorry! You’re just so occupied on your phone as of late…my bad for wanting to know what’s happening in my best friends life…” you look away and furrow your brows. Ayame rolls her eyes. “If you really must know…I have a boyfriend.” She smiles. Your face brightens. “What’s his name!? Do I know him!?”
She looks at you then at her phone. She puts it in her back pocket and smiles. “No, don’t worry about it…” she loops her arm with yours. “Tell me about Geto…how are you and him doing?” You sigh and look down. “He hasn’t texted me back. Not since Thursday last week…do you think he thinks I’m weird…or ugly!? Oh god…” you freak out. Ayame looks down at you, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Girl it’s okay…don’t worry about it. He’s not worth your time anyways.
You both walk back to your dorm. The dorms were gender inclusive, so when Ayame and Gojo broke up, she moved in and with you. You were a bit hesitant on letter her stay since you enjoyed your privacy and your own room but you felt more secure with her being there than you have been being alone.
Ayame goes straight to her bed and kicks off her shoes, she rolls over and scrolls on her phone. She giggles. You sigh and neatly place her shoes away. You had to admit you didn’t like the new Ayame. She was meaner, stuck up, and didn’t really care about how you felt. You cringe at her obnoxiously loud ass laugh as you walk over to the kitchenette and make dinner for you both.
“Ayame…the food is ready, wanna come eat?” You’re a sweetheart, everyone knew that, and everyone took advantage of that too, except for your friend, whom you’ve been friends with for 3 years. “I’ll eat later. Can’t you see I’m busy?” She sighs and scoots away from you. You slowly pull your hand away and walk over to the table.
Late at night all you could hear was Ayame’s voice, whisper calling her secret boyfriend. You tug your pillow over your head and groan. “H-hey Aya? Can you tone it down a little…I-“ she cuts you off. “Hold on, Whatever…” and with that she goes back on her phone and continues talking in the not so whisper like tone from earlier.
You trudge to class alone since Ayame went to walk with her boyfriend early in the morning. Your lip quivers, you sniff and wipe the stray tear away.
“You crying?” You jump at the comment and turn your head so fast you could’ve gotten whiplash. It was none other than Gojo.
“W-what!?” You quickly clean your face. “Me? Crying pft, no….” You look away and continue your walk, almost to the building. Gojo next to you. You stop and look at him. “Are you following me?” Gojo chuckles. “I’m pretty sure we’re going the same way no? Did you forget we’re on the same morning class, princess?” You let out a soft ‘oh right’. You process his sentence and look up at him. “Princess?” He ignores your comment and just smirks. You sigh. You didn’t get much sleep last night because of Ayame, maybe you should confront her about it when you get back to the dorms.
Gojo stops to open the door, he looks back at you and leans close to your face, and pulls his shades down the bridge of his nose revealing his icy blue eyes, as if to inspect you. “What are you-“ he squints at you. “Geto doesn’t deserve you. And I’d be careful around Ayame, she’s a slutty bitch.” He backs away and smiles, pushing his glasses up his face. You stick your finger in his face and frown, “You shouldn’t be talking because you’re the one who-“ he puts his finger to your lips to shush you. He opens the door for you, “You shouldn’t believe things you know nothing about”. You awkwardly walk in. What did he mean…?
You take your seat. He sits behind you. His heart beating fast. ‘Was she always this cute?’ He thinks to himself while flinging a piece of paper at you. You grumpily turn towards him and scowl. He smiles and waves. You turn away, your ears red.
Once you get back to your dorm you drop your bag on your bed and take a deep breath in. “Ayame? Ayame, are you here?” She comes out the bathroom. A skin tight black dress on with black matching heals and her hair done nicely. Her makeup…”Where are you going?” She puts her earrings on with strong perfume. She looks you up and down and smiles. “Out.” You give her a baffled look. “I- look, we need to talk. I nearly fell asleep in class today! I got zero sleep last night thanks to you. If you’re gonna call can you at least do it somewhere else or before it’s time to sleep?” You plead with her.
She just rolls her eyes. “God you’re so annoying y/n…” she grabs her purse, “no wonder Geto doesn’t like you…”. You think you miss heard her as you blink a few times, your heart hammered in your chest as your face turns red. “W-what did you say?” A knock at the door is heard. She opens the door and smiles. Your heart falls to the floor. “Geto…” you whisper meekly. He kisses Ayame sweetly and smiles at you. “Hey y/n, how are y-“ you brush past him and out of the room. Ayame stares at you while you leave, a pure evil smile stuck on her slutty face. Gojo was right.
You didn’t know where you were going, all you knew was that you wanted to get as far away from them as possible. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you bump into a firm chest. You don’t look at the person you bump into muttering a soft ‘sorry’. They grab your wrist. You look up tears falling quickly down your puffy cheeks. You quickly look away embarrassed. It was Gojo, what a coincidence. He lets you go, a hint of empathy flashed across his face. You begin to walk away until, “wait!, y/n…i-i knew…I-“ he rubs the back of his neck a bit ashamed. You look at him, confused and hurt. You shake your head and walk away. He sighs, torn between following you and trying to comfort you and possibly getting yelled at to fuck off, or just letting you be. He chose the second option and watches you walk away.
Ayame didn’t return to your shared dorm which didn’t surprise you. You put on a soft pink oversized sweater, white skirt and tie your hair back in a pony tail with a white bow to accompany it. You slip on your shoes and walk off to your morning class as if nothing happened last night. You go through class perfectly fine, Geto and Gojo glancing at you. Ayame who comes in late, took her seat next to Geto. She too glances at you. Her slick smile fading as you wave at her with a smile.
You walk outside to where Geto and Ayame were having your lunch later that day. “Ayame!” You walk up to her, a fake smile plastered on your face. Ayame looks at you confused. Her stomach turns. She clears her throat, why should she be scared? “Can I talk to you?” You ask giving Geto the same soft smile. She stands up and kisses Geto’s cheek making the fist behind your back tighten. Gojo slides next to Geto. “What do you think they’re gonna talk about?” Gojo nosily asks Geto who looks at Gojo then you and Ayame nervously. “I don’t know man…” you stop next to a tree. You both converse like civilized people until ‘WHAM’, both Geto and Gojo stand up startled. Geto rushed over Gojo not too far behind. Ayame lands on her bum, shocked by the punch. “You’re so fucking fake, you know that?”
She scoffs. “It’s not like you were going to make a move anyways…you fucking psycho.” She stands up. “You’re always so quick to jump to conclusions, he’s the one who asked me out, he never liked your lame ass anyways.” She looks down at you a smirk on her face. You get ready to pounce on her until strong arms hold you back. You see Geto checking Ayame’s face. She pretends to cry as he wipes her nose with a napkin. Tears prick your eyes. ‘That should’ve been me’ you thought to yourself. Gojo turns you to face him and checks on you. Actual concern graces his beautiful features. Tears fall down your face.
Gojo’s face softens he sighs and pulls you in for a hug. Geto walks over to where Goji and you were standing. He pushes you behind him. All you could do was hold onto his sleeve. They both yell at eachother. You felt so numb. Geto leaves first with Ayame. Gojo huffs and takes your hand. He sits you both down at a bench. He hands you a new napkin every time you opened your hand for one. You finally calm down, he looks at you. You looked so pitiful, so innocent. You speak.
“I was so stupid to think he would like someone like me…” Gojo didn’t know why he felt so pissed. He lifts a hand to comfort you, instead he rubs the back of his neck. I mean like, who was he to comfort you? You both were hardly acquaintances. He glances at you then looks away. “Ya know…” a smug expression tugs at his lips. “You can always get revenge…” you look at him like he’s crazy. He shrugs. “Just an idea.” He looks at you, fondly. You stand up. “I-I don’t think that would be okay…two wrongs don’t make a right…” he sights and rolls his eyes behind his glasses. He stands up and stretches. I look him up and down. He was nothing but leg. You stagger back a bit when he leans close. “Alright…if you say so. But if you change your mind…” he holds his hand out.
You confusingly put your hand in his. He chuckles. “Your phone, pretty …” you blush hard. You fumble to get your phone. “O-oh right..” you hand it to him after unlocking it. He punches in his number and hands it back to you. He walks away after patting your head.
‘Her hand is so soft..’ he thinks to himself as he snickers when you text a small hi with a cute emoticon. “Cute-“
You and gojo hand grown decently past over that last few months. He even comes over to study with you when actually he’s not even paying attention, he’s just starting at you.
“Satoru! You keep complaining about your exam that’s in 2 days and you’re not even paying attention!” You pout and look at him frustrated. He licks his lips. “I am focusing…” he looks at your lips then at your eyes. Those eyes he could stare at for hours if you’d let him. Of course you wouldn’t. He smiles, you blush. Your stomach flops. You gulp and look away.
“Stop looking at me like that idiot!” He scoots closer to you. He gives you cheeky smile and nudges you. “You know…I don’t know what you saw in Geto…I’m so much better.” He states of so bluntly. You smack his arm and get up. I puts in a false frown. “You’re so mean to me!” He says while getting up after you. You walk to the kitchenette to get a water from the fridge. You bend over to reach the cold water in the back. He leans against the counter looking you up and down. You had a nice ass he’ll give you that.
You stand up, making him avert his gaze. Turning around to offer him a water which he gladly accepts. He clears his throat. His little crush on you was only getting bigger. You sit at the tiny dining table and scroll on your phone having given up on tutoring him. He sits next to you. He gently takes your phone away.
”Y/n I-i have something to ask…” he hesitates. You look at him with interest. “He feels himself sweat. Was it getting hot in here or was it just him, or you? He rubs the back of his neck. “I wanted to ask you where do you get your study habits from?” He smile. Real smooth Satoru. Your hopeful gaze dropped. He noticed and looks at you. You stand up and fiddle with your hands.
“Oh- I thought I don’t know…” you sigh. “Never mind…” he seemed so intrigued. “What? You thought that I- what?” He asked standing up as well. “I thought you were gonna….” You don’t look at him, you felt like you were gonna explode. “Finally ask me out..?” His crush was evident. He looks at you shocked. You look at him, your face bright red. “W-well don’t just stand there and-“ he cuts you off with a kiss. His hands cupping your cheeks. You were shocked at first but slowly melt into it.
It all happened so soon. You were in the kitchenette with him kissing. Then the next thing you know your body sprawled out on the bed, legs open while he rams relentlessly into you. “G-god..why didn’t we get together sooner?” He says breathlessly into your ear. You were so overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure you couldn’t speak.
You dig your nails into the flesh of his back. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your legs jolting back as his hips snapped back into yours.
“O-oh fuck..Toru- ngh~ Fuck, fuck, FUCKKK” He smirks, his kisses soft compared to the harsh snap of his hips. “Makin me addicted to this pretty pussy baby…” he folds your legs to your chest hitting your G-spot perfectly. You grip the sheets, a sobbing drooling mess. “Yeah, you like that don’t you? Just needed some good dick to fill this messy cunt up huh?”
He sends a wet slap on your abused clit before rubbing ruthlessly. You toss your head back in pleasure. He chuckles his hips stuttering as he groans. “G-Geto c-can’t make you feel as good as me, now can he?” You couldn’t hear him, your brain almost completely turned off. He grabs your chin. “Right baby?” You nod and babble an incoherent yes. He laughs cruelly at how brain dead you were. “Drunk on my cock huh?”
You moan so loud anyone walking past could hear. He cusses under his breath feeling you clench around him. “You gonna cum baby? Let’s cum together yeah?” You nod desperately. Your thighs shaking. He thrusts a few more time before you both cum hard. Moaning each other's names in unison. He kisses your neck softly, slowly moving to your lips.
“Round 2?” He mischievously. You laugh and push his face away.
The next day you both walk into class late. The teacher looks between you both and shakes his head. “I’m not going to ask.” You both giggle as you walk to your seats. This time next to each other. Geto and Ayame look at you shocked.
Later that day Ayame sees you alone by a vending machine trying to get coffee. She slams her hand in the vending machine. The coffee falls. You bend down to grab the can. “Thanks..” you say opening it and taking a sip. She huffs. “You little slut..sleeping with me ex?” You look at her confused. “Okay? But you’re dating my crush. You’ll get over it eventually. She raises her hand to slap you. You stare at her blankly. Campus students stare and look waiting. She hesitates and lowers her hand. “I hate you Y/N L/N .” You shrug. She walks starts to walk off. “Oh by the way… can you move out, Satoru wants to move in…” she turns towards you. She looks at you baffled. You sip your coffee and smile. She stomps off.
Gojo takes your coffee coming from behind you and taking a sip. “Hey!” He smiles and hands it back to you. “How’d she take the news?” You smile and look at her yelling and complaining to Geto.
“I think she took it pretty well.”
I’m sorry for the shitty job I did at writing this. I didn’t want to leave you guys waiting any longer 😭I swear I write better.
just thinking about dancing in the middle of the night with yuji in your shared apartment…
(this is just word vomit that i wrote while in yuji brainrot. it’s unedited so read with caution tehe)
after years of being at eachother’s sides, always finding eachother the moment a song comes on, you two now have a choreographed number to literally any song that comes on. no matter when or where, if there’s a song the two of you always immediately turn to the other as if to say “you ready for it?”
it’s 2am and the two of you have somehow made it up from the couch to the middle of the living room having a full on dance party and yuji had put on one of his various playlists of “absolute bangers.”
youre giggling as soon as yu see the way his face lights up when “dancing queen” by abba comes on. for some reason, yuji absolutely gets down when he hears it, leaving you just as excited from seeing him excited. yuji gets closer to you and hurriedly grabs your hands before the song picks up to the line he loves to sing with you. the way he smiles as he looks at you has you melting while you shimmy with the pink-haired boy
“ready?” he says right before dramatically raising his arm up, finger pointed at you as he dramatically lets his arm fall down as he taps his foot. “you can dance,” he sings, nodding to prompt you to sing the next line. you repeat his motions, laughing as you try to get the words out “you can jive,” and before you even realize it, he’s grabbing both your hands in his, and spins you around as the two of you terribly sing the next few lyrics together, “having the time of your life!”
yuji’s voice cracks as he sings almost every time, sending you into fits of laughter as he continues to keep you twirling around. you couldn’t be happier than you are in this very moment. you were even ignoring the fact that your neighbors are likely cursing you at the very moment due to the obnoxious ruckus the two of you are making. neither of you cared, as you were lost in eachothers presence.
the song finally finished and the music was replaced by the sound you and yuji’s exhausted breathing. he plops on the couch and you join him, curling up into his side. his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you impossibly closer to him as the two of you wind down. a soft hand finds it way to your cheek after awhile, lifting your head off his chest to look at him. he truly is an angel, the sweet smile on his face and that look in his eye is all the proof you need.
♡ ⸝⸝ art project gone wrong with dadjo ! ❤︎₊ ⊹
cw: none ⸝⸝ pure fluff
your five year old daughter loved to draw. at a very young age, she started vandalizing the walls of your home long before she could walk. it was no surprise when her love for art carried on into her early schooling years. the day she brought home an art project from school was the best day ever for her.
“it’s easy peasy. you paint a portrait of something you love, so i’m drawing mommy!” she beamed at you.
satoru frowned at this. “what about me? don’t you love me?” his heart broke a little at this. he knew that kids at this age usually favored their moms, but he didn’t need it to be rubbed in his face. his heart was too fragile to handle that.
“of course i do silly! i can’t put both of you, you’re too big to fit.” she said solemnly. you snorted and satoru glared at you from behind the canvas.
the little one pulled out her fancy magical art tools: her handy paint and paint brushes. wasting no time, she began to start with the outline of your face.
you held your position, not wanting to interfere with the artist’s creative process. as she worked, she stuck her tongue out in deep concentration, squinting her eyes as she glided the paintbrush across the canvas. satoru watched silently behind her, torn between being intrigued and upset.
"all done!" she turned the painting around to show you. you stared back at what seemed to be an attempt to paint you from memory. it was a blob with huge eyes, a wide smile, and long lashes. nonetheless, you fought the urge to laugh. you gasped and got up from your chair, pulling her into a tight hug.
"oh, i love it so much, thank you. you're so talented honey!" you swatted satoru, who was still sulking away. "tell her how talented she is 'toru."
he blinked before realizing what you'd asked him. "oh! uhhhh… so awesome sweetie, i love it so much." the last part of his sentence died in his throat, and that's when she knew.
her big blue eyes welled up with tears, threatening to fall on her chubby little cheeks. he hated it. he had to be lying to her to make her feel better.
"honey, what's wrong?" you asked her immediately. she shook her head and your heart sank.
"you're lying," she pointed an accusatory finger at satoru, who gasped in horror. "you hate my p-painting, you think it's ugly."
satoru's face turned red and he shook his head. "nuh uh! i love it..." he rubbed the back of his neck “…i just think you could paint me even better!" he said quickly. nice save, you thought to yourself. your husband was already in the doghouse enough with her, he didn’t need another incident added to his long list of offenses.
she perked up at this. "really?" she asked hopefully. satoru's heart broke once again, this time not out of petty jealously, but at how much his opinion mattered to her. it reminded him painfully of himself at that age—how he used to live off scraps of praise, shaping himself into whatever version people liked best. every compliment had felt like his oxygen back then, and every moment of disapproval like drowning. seeing that same fragile hope in her expression made something ache deep in his chest.
"yeah,” he replied. “you’re good already. scary good, actually. but if you keep practicing…” he tapped the edge of the canvas with one finger, “i think someday you’ll paint things people won’t ever forget.”
her cheeks turned pink and she giggled. "thank daddy!” she turned back to the canvas. “i guess i'll paint you too." she said unenthusiastically.
satoru chose to ignore her reluctant tone and grinned at her. "five bucks says my portrait will be better than mommy's!" he squeezed her shoilder.
"five bucks and a lolipop!" she countered. you shook your head. his sweet tooth really did pass onto her. you wondered where the gambling came from. maybe uncle toji?
they shook on it with a firm handshake, both dead serious. satoru took the seat across the table you had sat in and posed with a peace sign, tongue out and all.
"oh, and, make sure you really bring out the blue in my eyes, kay?"
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