Saint, I know you’re going to hit us with a truck for the later chapters…. So if you can have some pity on us (esp since you are the leader of the gojo simp club)
May you please…………… let us in when yn was being in a pissy mood, bc of her hormones, but then goes and cuddles gojo bc of those same hormones? Like pls I know gojo would be so happy with both yn’s acting like such bc he’s so whipped. pls, fluffy, domestic, NORMAL interactions between gojo and yn literally killed me this last chapter. Imma be so sad when something harms that for them 🥲
we’re going through it 😹
this habit of his. you’ve turned a blind eye to it before, but you never really liked it when this annoying white-haired six-foot tall man would open the doors to your fridge, take out a milk carton, and drink straight from it. disgusting! regardless if he was half-awake, or if he was simply too lazy, that was not proper etiquette.
“can you not?” you placed your spoon down, pushing the lavish bowl of acai on the side. it was never too early in the morning to nag at a husband who, at your furrowed brows and a face with lingering moue, had suddenly choked on the milk he was drinking, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and tossing the empty carton on a nearby bin. he was acting like a deer caught in the headlights or a curious cat with a stretched out neck — either of the two could work fine.
and then the culprit stared at you, confused. “hm? what’s my wife mad about?”
“learn how to use a glass. what if i drank that milk without knowing that it’s contaminated with saliva?”
“baby, you make it sound like i have a virus—”
“was that my point?”
ah, that face and tone, he must have recognized. because you did. and the realization of your pregnancy hormones affecting your mood made you soften your stance a little, but still felt the source of your irritation hugging you on the side. “i’m sorry.” an apology and a kiss on the forehead. satoru assumed that would suffice. “i’ll never do it again, i promise.”
“you better.” so you let it go while still pushing him away because you weren’t in the mood for any sort of touching. his presence was quite suffocating in that regard.
but then, after freshening up and taking a warm bath, you were a different woman when you stepped out of the bathroom. void of the woman who pushed her husband away, but of the woman who wanted her husband next to her. so, where’s he?
the answer was in the living room where the said spouse was manspreading on the center of the couch, arm stretched above the backrest as he watched a live baseball game. he was a stranger to your presence until you walked in front of him and obstructed his view of the live sport.
“hi, baby.” he pulled you into his lap and you, the skinship deprived wife, were clinging around his neck. your eyes traveled to his shoulders, his arm, his collarbone… his lips, his neck, his jawline… “everything okay?”
your lips stretched into a sheepish grin. “give me those kisses that you did this morning, please?” no, definitely not the usual kiss where he was shoving his tongue down your throat. you meant the feather of soft kisses that he had planted all over your cheek.
but before he did them, he closed his eyes, suppressed a laugh, and placed a hand on your tummy to speak to his ‘little munchkin’. “mommy’s weird, isn’t she?”
you lightly hit his chest. “hey!”
a pair of soft lips were soon attached to yours, and then on the tip of your nose, and then on the apple of your cheek. with vibrant eyes in beautiful hues of blue staring at you, your heart had leaped its way out of your chest to dance in domestic bliss.
The part where Gojo and Sera were talking and Gojo had his hand on Sera's stomach, what were they talking about? Because y/n noted that they weren't having a happy conversation so I'm a bit curious as to what they were saying. Will that be revealed in the next chapter?
sera [climbing into gojo’s lap]: you haven’t responded to my texts. you can’t be that busy.
gojo [lost in deep thought, instinctively placing his arm around her waist]: i had things to do.
sera: so? you made time for me before. why are you spending more time with her than you do with me?
gojo: she’s my wife.
sera: but you don’t love her.
gojo [ignores her statement, realizes how he’s holding her]: keep your distance a little. toji can see us.
sera: are you ashamed? [places his hand on her tummy] would you be ashamed if you had a kid with me, too?
gojo [sighing, frustrated]: sera, don’t fuck around— [gets up and pushes her off his lap after he sees toji holding yn]
I am kinda wondering the dialogue between Gojo and Y/N had after Gojo knew Y/N bought shoes for Toji?
gojo: [leaning against the wall, arms crossed] aren’t you going a little overboard? you got those shoes for him? what would people think?
yn: [blank expression] that’s none of anyone’s business. it’s a gift for a friend.
gojo: [sulking] you bought shoes for another man! in your husband’s presence, at that.
yn: …
gojo: [defensive, starts rambling and pacing back and forth] i’m not jealous or anything but—it doesn’t look right, you know? even if that guy’s your friend, what if… what if people start rumors? i’m just looking out for you. you’re married. you’re my wife. mine, not his. you can’t be buying gifts for him without reason!
yn: go worry about sera’s rare diana shoes first.
gojo: [stunned, speechless, can no longer argue further bc she’s already turned her back on him]
imagine how hurt satoru felt while he looks at yn walking away i reckon that he might have remembered his mother walking away from his and his life before
u guys r not prepared for gojo’s breakdown next chapter
