Late Night Blues (Gojo x Reader)
Knightjo you are so loved AU the night before he ventures out to battle. Knight Gojo x Princess Reader(letter made in canva)
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It should feel wrong, it is wrong. You shouldn’t be with your knight, and he shouldn’t be with the person he swore to protect. Not to mention the oath he took. The oath he broke a few hours ago.
War does that to people. Or maybe that’s another excuse you both cling to.
Yet laying here in his strong arms, head nestled against his chest and drawing silly swirls against his chest, it couldn’t feel more right. It shouldn’t calm you down as much as it does. But it does! And that’s the damn problem.
The man in question stares up at the ceiling, tired from your insatiable hunger. You two went rounds after rounds after rounds.
Satoru assumed you were scared of losing him, if he could delude himself into believing he meant that much to you. He was a mere knight, someone you could easily replace. Someone you would replace with your future husband…if only he knew.
Scared and using sex as a soothing balm. Maybe he should be hurt that you were using him, but if he was the source of that pain, maybe naively he didn’t mind. It was pathetic really.
“What are you thinking about?” you prop yourself up on your elbow, “Is the ceiling more interesting than me?” you pout, brows furrowing in question
“Gods, you’re so spoiled” he chuckles, rolling onto his side to face you, arms slipping around your waist to pull you flush against his chest
“I am not” you rest your head on his bicep, reaching out to caress his cheek softly, “I don’t want you to go” you whisper
“You know that’s not possible” he sighs, turning to kiss your palm, “Duty calls”
“I order you to stay then” you challenge, knowing it was futile but not caring
“Cute” he smiles, nipping your hand playfully, “But I’m afraid I can’t”
“If you die I’ll kill you”
“I always come back to you, sweets”
“You better” you shift closer, capturing his lips in a soft tender kiss, pouring all the unsaid words into it because in the next few hours the sun would rise and he would slip out of your bed and ride to battle.
“Get some rest, princess” he kisses your forehead, tucking your head under his chin
“I don’t want to sleep” you wrap your arms around his waist, snuggling closer to him, inhaling his scent deep into your lungs. A scent you associated with home and comfort.
“Princess, your eyes are practically closing” Satoru strokes your hair, his fingers combing through the strands gently
“I don’t care, I don’t want to sleep”
He looks down at you, cerulean eyes stern but soft around the edges, “Why not, hmm?” he pinches your hips, soothing it with rubbing his thumb over the area
When you don’t answer he continues, “Do you care for me, princess?” Satoru holds your gaze, daring to probe at the unsaid, at feelings you both did not want to acknowledge
“I just shared my body with you and you have the audacity to ask that?” you sit up, smacking his chest with the pillow “Satoru, of course I care for you”
“Hitting me whilst saying you care about me, this is love” he wraps his arms around you, lifting you onto him, nuzzling your neck, “Go to sleep, princess, I’ll wake you before I leave”
“I don’t want tonight to end”
“Me either”
The two of you fall into silence, Satoru holding you against his chest, eyes half shut as he hums something you don’t recognize and before the candle burns out you’re asleep against him. He follows soon after.
When the sun rises and the warmth fills your bed chambers, you wake to a cold bed, a cold empty bed, and a letter on the pillow. Your heart drops as you scramble to read the letter, tears pooling in your eyes, making it blurry to even read. You find yourself laughing despite the tears.
“I love you too” you whisper to the letter.