Boyfriend Satoru whose favorite place to sleep is your lap
People thought Satoru Gojo’s guilty pleasure was just sweet treats or collecting digimon merch, or max to max staying awake until four in the morning because he got too invested in some physics forum argument with strangers online.
Ummm not quite so. You see, his actual guilty pleasure was you.
More specifically, your lap!
It had gotten to the point where people around campus had stopped asking questions. If somebody couldn’t find Satoru after class, they already knew where to look.
Under the old maple tree near the literature building or in the back corner of the library. Sometimes even on the grass outside the engineering block. Literally anywhere you happened to be sitting.
Because if you were there, chances were that the smartest student on campus was currently asleep with his face buried against your stomach.
“You found me,” you’d tease every single time.
“Your pheromones gave you away,” he’d mumble, already closing his eyes.
“I told you to stop saying that ugh.”
“Whatever, scoot over.”
Then he’d press one lazy kiss against your cheek, another against your jaw if he was feeling particularly clingy, mumble something about being exhausted, and before you even got the chance to respond…
He’d flop.
Right into your lap.
Like a bigggg fluffy cat, just like the one your aunt has. The first few months of dating him, you thought it was just because he liked physical affection.
Which was true. Satoru could barely keep his hands off you. He was always stealing kisses in hallways, wrapping an arm around your waist while you walked between lectures, sniffing your hair because they “smelled better than any fragrance on planet,” intertwining your fingers beneath classroom desks, when in reality his shampoo costs ten times more than your drugstore ones.
Pheromones huh?
The PDA was almost embarrassing. But then you realized something. He didn’t actually sleep well. Not properly at least. His eyes were far too sensitive, his brain never really stopped.
There were lectures to top, research papers to finish, exams to ace. His family’s company constantly needed him because apparently being terrifyingly intelligent wasn’t enough. He also had meetings to attend, calls to answer, reports to skim through.
Even when he looked relaxed, you could almost hear the gears turning inside his head.
He’d text you at three in the morning.
Satoru: “You home?”
Y/N: “No, at my other boyfriend’s house”
Satoru: “Wow, what position are you guys in?”
Y/N: “Cuddlefucking actually”
Satoru: “Hahahahhaah not funny”
Y/N: “Why are YOU awake?”
Satoru: “Can I come over? Can’t sleep”
It would usually give you butterflies but most times, it broke your heart a little. Because the only place where his mind ever seemed to quiet down…
Was with you.
“I sleep better when you’re around.”
After that, sleepovers became an unspoken routine. Every other night, sometimes three nights in a row. You’d both pretend to study which would last maybe twenty minutes? Then he’d crawl over without saying a word, hook his arms around your waist, rest his head against your thighs and…
Dead asleep.
Sometimes for twenty minutes, sometimes for an hour. The ridiculous part was how refreshed he’d be afterward. He’d wake up stretching like a cat too.
“I feel incredible.”
People walking past the maple tree barely blinked anymore. They did keep staring at you two though.
Girls who had spent months trying to ask him out would slow down as they walked past. Guys who’d wanted your number would glance over with obvious disappointment.
Even a handful of boys who’d openly flirted with Satoru would sigh dramatically as they watched him sleeping peacefully against you.
Some looked jealous.
Some looked confused.
Most looked like they wanted to know what kind of magic or spell you casted on him. You wanted to tell them that this 6’3 was just clingy.
Sometimes your legs would go numb after thirty minutes, your back would ache, your assignment would remain half finished because every time you tried to shift, he’d instinctively tighten his arms around your waist but you’d rarely wake him up, loved him too much to ever wake him up.
“…Toru.”
“Mhm…”
“My foot can’t feel anything.”
“…Five more minutes.”
“You said that ten minutes ago.”
“Must’ve been your other boyfriend.”
“Woahhh, holy comeback”
You always gave him those extra “5 minutes” The library was somehow even worse.
He’d quietly pull out the chair beside yours, stare at you until you looked up, smile like he’d won the lottery, then slowly lower his head onto your lap beneath the long study table.
“You cannot sleep here Toru”
“I can.”
“You absolutely cannot.”
“I already am.”
“…Satoru.”
Three minutes later…you’d hear his soft snores.“…Unbelievable.”
You’d spend the next half hour pretending to annotate lecture notes while gently nudging his shoulder every few minutes before anyone noticed.
“Toru.”
“…”
“Toru.”
“…”
Then there were rainy days. He’d show up soaked because he’d forgotten an umbrella again.
“You own five umbrellas.”
“I forgot all five.”
You’d sigh, dry his hair with your cardigan because he refused to carry towels like a functioning adult, and five minutes later he’d already be asleep with damp white hair spread across your lap while rain tapped softly against the windows.
Or during movie nights.
Everyone else would be invested in whatever thriller your friends picked, meanwhile Satoru would somehow end up sideways across the couch with his head on your thighs before the opening credits even finished.
“You missed the entire movie.”
“I heard everything.”
“They dropped easter eggs about Luna being the killer in first 15 minutes. ”
“…There was a killer?”
Or during exam season. He’d confidently announce that he was pulling an all nighter.
You’d nod.
An hour later he’d appear outside your dorm carrying three textbooks and a coffee. “I came to study.”
“You came to nap.”
“No, I didn’t” or so he’d lie.
And just the same story with the old setup, ten minutes in and he’d be fast asleep. Sometimes you’d stop reading altogether just to look at him. His eyebrows finally relaxed, his shoulders no longer tense, his breathing slow and even.
For those twenty or thirty minutes, the boy who constantly carried the weight of expectations, perfection, and everyone else’s future looked…
Young, beautiful, kind: Your boyfriend.
Sweet lil Toru
And every single time, without fail, he’d wake up blinking slowly before smiling the sleepiest smile you’d ever seen, and as he’d shuffle against your chest in 15 ish minutes he’d reach for your hand, intertwine your fingers, kiss the back of your knuckles like it was the most natural thing in the world.
𝖼/𝘸 :: Gojo Satoru x reader, canon verse, 2017 timeline, Satoru and reader are coworkers, reader is VERY drunk, Satoru secretly has a crush on reader, mentioned usage of alcohol, fluff.
𝘸/𝖼 :: 1k1
The Saturday outing with your colleagues at Jujutsu High was meant to be an innocent meeting - just two drinks and then heading home. But somehow, things took a turn. What was supposed to be a casual night out turned into a whirlwind of drinks, and perhaps a few too many rounds.
Walking alongside you, Satoru maintained a watchful eye, ensuring your unsteady steps didn't lead to a tumble. Despite the merriment, he remained relatively composed, taking on the responsibility of getting you home safely.
"Steady now..." Satoru's voice was laced with concern as he steadied you just in time to prevent a stumble, his arm wrapping around your waist. He couldn't help but shake his head as your response came in the form of a tipsy giggle.
"You think you can walk on your own? Especially with those heels," he remarked walking in them seemed like a hard task in your current state.
Alcohol embraces your mind, turning his tender voice to just a low humming sound. Like a refrigerator, you would say if asked.
Then suddenly you stopped on your wobbly track on the side road just to take your hand into his, really out of no where. "Yes! of course! I've ran a marathon in heels before, don't you remember?" you stated proudly of the prize you aren't really sure it existed.
Satoru blinked, his expression shifting from amused to utterly bewildered for a split second. "A... marathon?" He repeated slowly, raising an eyebrow as he studied your flushed face. "In *heels*?"
He didn't laugh—not immediately—but the corner of his mouth twitched dangerously. Of course you’d say something like that when drunk out of your mind.
Without another word, he gently squeezed your hand still clinging to his and lifted it slightly—like testing if you were real or just a very determined illusion. Then, with theatrical solemnity: "Right. My mistake. How foolish of me not to remember such an epic athletic feat." which easily caught a satisfied chuckle from you.
He bent down suddenly and scooped you up into a bridal carry before you could protest. Your legs dangling in the air, you can feel your feet aren't touching the ground anymore, "am U up into the clouds?" you wonder to yourself and really would like to know the answer.
But then your eyes stumbled upwards to a rather familiar figure holding you up. His eyes are really sparkling with that blue color, and his white hair shines really good under the light too!
You swear he looks really like a friend you have "Woah! You really got strong arms there, mate!" But you don't really think you know this man though, but he got pretty face! so guess you'll take that.
A full, bright laugh escaped his lips, echoed softly down the quiet street, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he adjusted you slightly in his arms, making sure your head didn’t loll too far.
You were staring at him like he was a celestial being, some glowing angel who'd descended just for you. It was flattering. Even if you had zero idea who he actually was.
"Strong arms?" He teased gently, voice warm and rich with amusement. "Yeah… I work out."
Then, because he couldn't resist: Without breaking eye contact, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before resuming walking homeward under the soft glow of streetlights.
"Yes! You're alright! You should do model, handsome man! I think you'll make a lot of money!" he listened to you listed with excitement in your voice, not seem like fazed by his kiss. the alcohol is working full force he could tell.
"And I can be your first fan too!" You continued and giggled at your own words, swinging your legs in the air, very comfy, very content, feeling like really up in clouds.
Satoru chukled at your drunken, enthusiastic praise, adjusted his hold on you slightly so one arm supported your back better while the other kept steady under your knees. "My first exclusive interview is with (name) then" he announced seriously. "The most loyal supporter."
And then because why not? He kissed your nose this time too before looking at your reaction, curious if you'll say anything about it this time.
And you did, "Hey! A model wouldn't kiss their fan!" you pretend annoyed, even though still giggling like an idiot. Satoru tilted his head, feigning deep offense—hand flying to his chest like a dramatic actor in a period film.
"Excuse me?" he said, voice dripping with mock indignation. "What kind of model doesn’t kiss their biggest fan?" He stopped walking for just a second and turned fully toward you, still cradled in his arms. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief under the streetlights, definitely is having so much fun messing around with drunk you.
"Rules are rules" he declared solemnly. "All top-tier models give special kisses to loyal fans. It’s mandatory."
Then because your giggle was too obvious and too cute not to exploit, he leaned down slowly… dramatically slow... and pressed another soft kiss right on your forehead again but lingered this time.
A warm, lingering press of lips that lasted maybe two seconds longer than necessary before pulling back slightly, watching your reaction through half-lidded eyes. Satoru was already mentally planning how many more kisses he could sneak in before getting you safely through your front door tonight
Somehow, it seems like this kiss has put some sense into you, nonsense, actually: "Oh yikes! I am your number one fan, I just remembered!" you gasped in disbelief, really baffled! "I thought it's just my first day being your fan! could I ask for a signature?"
He bursted out laughing again, genuinely and helplessly. "Signature?" he repeated, voice tinged with delight. "You mean an autograph? Sure i can do that"
He was thoroughly charmed by your drunken seriousness. Here you were, treating him like a celebrity, asking for his signature as if this were the most normal thing in the world while still nestled safely in his arms.
Without hesitation, he shifted you slightly to one arm and reached into his jacket pocket with the other hand, pulling out a sleek black pen. One of his hand gently took yours facing the palm up and then slowly and carefull he started writing on it:
"To (Name) — My #1 Fan Forever ♡
Signed: Satoru Gojo (The Handsome Model)"
He signed it dramatically with flourish-like strokes before capping the pen and putting it away again but not before kissing your signed palm right after. Like sealing an autograph contract. the kiss felt ticklish on your palm, making more giggles bubbling from your throat as the two of you tracked down the quiet residential street.
With your heart-warming chuckles and his tender embrace, the sidewalk really seems like a runway now, a secret one reserved just for the potential celebrity and his numbe one fan, only until you're sober up at least.
your big boyfriend always leaves you sore between your legs 𐦍
fluff/ light smut
you thought you’d be used to having a big boyfriend by now — six foot three, body sculpted by the gods, dick big and heavy (and he knew it).
the morning after he’d fucked you stupid, you’re used to having a little tenderness between your legs. it was normal to you. expected.
that’s not to say it wasn’t close to agonising sometimes.
"y’okay, sweets?" satoru asks as you wake, cuddling up to you as soon as he catches a glimpse of discomfort on your face.
he presses a kiss to your shoulder, watching you clutch your lower stomach. "mhm, just sore," you reply.
you were a little more than sore, but he didn’t need to know that.
satoru nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, then rolls you over so you’re flat on the bed. "my poor baby. lemme see."
there wasn’t an ounce of mock-sympathy in his voice — just pure love and affection.
you let him pull your shorts down, placing them beside you. he kisses your knee before parting your legs, gaze focused on your pussy. it’s like you could still feel him down there, the soreness and weight of him still lingering.
satoru hums as he parts your folds, pussy still slightly puffy and red, most of the pain on the inside near your cervix. "m’sorry, princess," he says, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your clit.
"mm, i have such a big, mean boyfriend" you respond with a faint smile.
satoru giggles, then slides your shorts back onto you, gathering you in his strong arms to give you all his love and attention. "soooo mean," he says, kissing you all over your face with exaggerated ‘mwah’ sounds.
after cuddling you for a little while, he grabs you your heating pad, placing it on your lower stomach before drawing you a hot bath. and of course, he orders you copious amounts of food and unnecessary gifts.
"you don’t have to do all this, toru. i’m okay," you say, watching him saunter back over to you with that infamous casual confidence, gathering you in his arms and walking you over to the bathroom.
"shhh," he hushes, sitting you on the ledge of the bath and helping you undress, "always gonna take care of my princess."
he pauses for a second, allowing a moment of silence before breaking it again. "suchhhhh a shame i have such a massive di-"
you cut him off with a glare as he climbs behind you into the bath, shortly after setting you down in it.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Romantic cliché #2: Childhood friends to lovers ft. Satoru Gojo
₍^. .^₎⟆ cw: cringey fluff, Twilight mentions, 4k words :)
#1: shared bed
It had been 10 years since you last saw your best friend. And you’re unsure if he’d still consider you his.
The two of you were inseparable all throughout your elementary years. But big changes created physical and emotional distances between you two.
He moved when the both of you turned 9 years old. Every night since you found out, you cried yourself to sleep. The tears almost left a permanent stain across your cheeks.
He was your best and only friend. How could you go on without him?
Over the years, you both tried your best to keep up with one another. Phone calls, yearly visits and even letter writing. But whilst distance makes the heart grow fonder, it makes forgetting faster.
You forgot to call, forgot to text, and you both began to forget each other. Yearly visits became biennial and then disappeared altogether.
But Satoru Gojo always knew how to surprise you.
“Woah, is that you?!” A deep voice echoes down the halls, calling out your name.
You turn around to see an unfamiliar figure. He’s tall with striking white hair, an odd combo.
You adjust your glasses to get a better look at his face. It’s undeniable. It’s Satoru Gojo.
The tall figure comes running after you before knocking you off your feet with his brawny strength. He spins you around with his hand on your head. Your shoulder bag is slipping off your arm before it slams into a wall.
“T-toru, wait!”
He drops you down and picks up your bag. He grabs a sketchbook that’s fallen out of your bag. It’s opened to a page of a human figure in different poses.
“Wow, you’ve gotten so good at art! I still have the picture you drew of me and you in my room!” he exclaims, handing you your belongings.
“Toru, I— what are you doing here?”
“I got a scholarship here.”
Wow, he’s gotten smarter.
“For what?”
“Football.”
Ah.
“Wow, that’s exciting.”
“It’s been so long. We should catch up! I’ve got class, but I’ll text you, m’kay?”
You push your glasses up.
“Oh, sure.”
“See you, miss!”
Oh. You’d forgotten about those nicknames.
When you were both 7, you noticed that everyone referred to those older than them as “miss” or “mister.” Sharing the same birthday, you both fought about who was the youngest. A weird argument but the both of you loved fighting over small things.
Therefore, as a way to tease, the two of you called each other miss and mister. Neither of you wanted to be the eldest.
“Later, mister,” you murmur more to yourself than to him.
Later that night, you receive text messages from your Satoru.
Satoru: hey!
you: hiii
Satoru: Im free tmrw afternoon like at 1.. wanna meet up?
you: yeah sure! I’ll be on the fourth floor in the piano room.
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You settle down in the piano room at 12:30 p.m. It had become your secret spot for studying in between classes. It was a small room tucked away on the highest floor of the school.
You switch the lights on and settle in front of the piano. You take your laptop and begin working on an assignment.After a few minutes pass, a knock echoes through the room.
“Come in!” you shout.
Satoru walks in with a varsity jacket hugging his broad shoulders. He has a backpack slinging off his one shoulder and a box of takeout in the other.
“Hey!” he greets loudly.
“Hello, Toru,” you smile at him.
He grabs a chair to sit next to you, his large figure still prominent.
“It’s been so long…” you whisper.
“Yeah, like ten years? I missed you.”
It is only now that you look up at him and notice his softened blue eyes looking down at you. You turn to your laptop before you respond.
“As did I. What program are you in?”
“Kinesiology. You?”
He opens up his box of takeout, the warm and herbal scent filling the room. You explain your program to him as he stuffs his face with food.
“So, how’ve you been these past couple years? We’ve barely hung out,” you say.
“I was busy! But— uh— it’s been alright.”
The silence that comes after your awkward conversation is deafening. It’s been years since you two have spoken in person.
He’s gotten muscular, taller and his voice has gone deeper. You remained relatively the same. Aside from the small growth spurt, you carry the same soft smile Satoru remembers from 10 years ago.
“You hungry?”
He offers you a forkful of his pasta.
“No, I ate.”
“Okay.”
You avoid making eye contact with him. His blue eyes scare you. They’ve scared you since you were children. Whenever he was angry at a couple of bullies or frustrated that you injured yourself, his eyes would get darker. And this was usually followed up by yelling.
“Do you play?”
You raise an eyebrow at him.
“The piano,” he clarifies.
“Oh, yes.”
“Will you teach me?”
Your furrow both your eyebrows now and scoff.
“The Satoru Gojo wants to learn how to play an instrument? You always found it silly when I did.”
“My girlfriend plays.”
Oh. Your smile falters slightly. It never really occurred to you that he might be dating someone. You’re not upset with the fact, but you aren’t necessarily happy either.
“I see. Why don’t you get her to teach you?”
“Because I live hours away from her now, duh?”
You nod your head and hum.
“So will you?”
“Fine.”
And so, that’s when it started. Your biweekly piano lessons with Satoru Gojo. Turns out, his girlfriend already taught him a bit so it wasn’t hard to get started.
He started to bring you lunch too, after he noticed how you stared at his food. He called it “payment” for the lessons.
After half an hour of missing notes and not paying attention to the key signature, he give up and it usually led to the two of you chatting.
And after a couple days of awkward questions and responses, you two found your connection again. Talking to each other became natural again.
One day, he came to practice late. An hour late. You were about to leave when he came barging in through the door.
“Toru! Where—“
You stop the rest of your words from escaping your mouth when you notice a red hue across his face. His eyes are glossy and his face is dried with tears.
“Hey, are you okay?” you ask with a softer voice.
“She broke up with me.”
Your eyes widen at that. He takes his usual seat next to you and stares at the piano keys.
“Wait, what? Why?”
“Said the distance was too much for her. Fuck that,” he huffs angrily through his mouth.
“Well, do you want to talk about—”
“No.”
“Okay.”
Silence fills the room. He lifts the fallboard of the piano to reveal the polished keys underneath. He starts to play the piece the two of you had been working on.
He starts to make small mistakes like usual but it ends up with him bashing the keys, frustrated. You try to stop him but he beats you to it, bringing his hands to his face and crying.
You sit there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. Had it been a girl friend, you’d offer reassuring words and gentle pats on the shoulder. But this was Satoru Gojo. You never saw him cry.
When you guys were young, he’d always remove himself from any situation that would bring him to tears. He always ran away with his feelings and hid them. Even from you.
You decide to reach over anyway and give him a side hug, your arm barely reaching his shoulder.
“Hey, it’s okay. If she gave you up that easily then she never really deserved you. Cheer up,” you say softly.
“I just— my heart—,” he responds through sniffles.
“That’s okay. Let it all out.”
He only cries harder at that. You let him sob next to you. Soon, his cries turn into slower sniffles and hiccups. You stroke his back gently.
“Play for me,” he whispers and you barely catch it.
“Huh?”
“The piano. I want to hear you play.”
“…Alright.”
You retract your arm from his back and rest them on the keys. When you align your fingers onto the right keys and press, a soft and somber chord echoes in the quiet room.
You continue and allow your fingers to move gracefully across the keyboard. He’s looking down at his lap, tears dripping from his face. He turns to you and watches your concentrated face.
You feel his gaze and turn to look at him briefly. Though your glance is quick, you can’t miss his flushed face and bloodshot eyes. When you turn back to the keys in front of you, you laugh.
“Wipe your face. There’s snot all over.”
“Way to ruin my vulnerable moment,” he sighs and grabs a tissue anyway.
He rubs it all over his face before blowing his nose into it. You stop playing and smile.
“That’s better, right? Why don’t you go get some lunch?”
“Just me? Why don’t you come with?”
You never really enjoyed buying lunch. You think it’s a waste of money. You tend to pack your own lunch or wait until you get home to cook something up.
“Oh, I’ve got lunch.”
“I’ll treat you! Please?”
His eyes, which still have tears gathered in them, widen like a puppy who wants a treat. He clasps his hands together and juts his bottom lip out, pretending to whine.
“Fine. Only because you’re so broken-hearted,” you roll your eyes.
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Lunch is something simple. You chose the cheapest sandwich on the menu. Satoru, on the other hand, chose a noodle dish packed with intense flavour. His food smells divine.
“Want some? I told you to get something bigger! A sandwich is hardly enough for lunch.”
His words come out in a jumble but you know exactly how to pick apart the words.
“I’m okay, Toru. Not everyone has a six foot body to feed,” you joke, taking a bite of your sandwich.
He laughs at your joke, telling you that it was a good one. You shrug him off and continue eating. You stare off at the people walking by. And so is he, apparently.
“Yo, baddie on the right.”
You knit your eyebrows and turn your head slightly, instantly spotting a woman walk by. She wore office attire: a pencil skirt with a button up. You can’t help but agree with your best friend.
You turn back to your food and hum.
“You think she goes here?”
“Not sure, Toru. I mean, she is walking on campus.”
He nudges your shoulder.
“As a prof, maybe? She looks like a milf,” he comments, drool practically dripping from his mouth.
“Toru, you just got broken up with…”
“That was hours ago.”
“You can’t be thinking like this. You need to focus on what’s ahead of you.”
He points his finger forward, landing on you. He smirks.
“So are you suggesting that I focus on you?”
Your mouth hangs open and you shake your head vigorously.
“What? No! I meant in life!”
“Heh, just teasing.”
Yes, just teasing. Everyone teased you about him. When the two of you were younger, you were forced to take the parental roles when your friends played “family.” The two of you were always the victims of the “kissing in the tree” song.
Even in middle school when you brought him up, your friends would refer to him as your mystery prince. But you’d deny everyone’s claims before Satoru could.
When he beat you to it, your heart would sting. So you made sure that you always rejected any idea insisting on your guys’ romantic relationship.
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“Shit, it’s so late now. Thanks for helping me with this assignment,” Satoru gets up and begins to pack his laptop into his bag.
“Of course!” you smile.
“I’ll walk you home. Where do you live?”
“Oh, it’s off campus. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
Satoru grips your shoulders.
“I will walk you home.”
You smile awkwardly.
“Okay.”
When the two of you hit the sidewalks, nothing can be heard except for the streetlights flickering. And of course, Satoru’s voice.
“You live so far! You walk this everyday?”
“Yeah. It’s not that bad. The quiet walks are usually enjoyable.”
You eye him and he laughs guiltily.
“It’s dangerous for a girl to walk on her own at this time of night,” he shrugs.
You grunt but smile anyway. When you reach your apartment, you key the lobby door and push it open.
“Thanks for walking me. You really didn’t have to.”
You turn to face him. The cool air lets you see the heavy breath he lets out.
“I wanted to. I used to walk you home all the time.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you lived two houses in front of mines,” you scoff.
“Still walked with you.”
“Sure.”
You both stare at each other, your hand on the door handle. It’s a silent winter night and the warm light above you is the only thing that lets you see his slightly flushed face.
He’s wearing his usual toothy grin and a scarf around his neck. His hands are deep in his pockets before he pulls them out to wrap around you.
“I… I really missed you.”
“We’ve been meeting up twice a week for months now and you still miss me?”
You return his hug, nuzzling into his jacket. When you try to pull away, he only pulls you in tighter.
“I know you might not want to but will you go to this party I’m hosting?”
“Toru—“
“Please? I promise I’ll be by your side.”
You groan into his chest before facing him again.
“Fine.”
“Really? Yay!”
He peppers your hair with light kisses and gives your forehead one large smooch. Your face warms up, making you forget about the cold.
You pull away from him quickly.
“Yeah, yeah. Now go home.”
You shoo him away with your hand and he obeys. But not without waving goodbye to you. He sends you a wink and a flying kiss but in your mind, you try to dodge it.
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You knew very well that Satoru couldn’t keep a promise. He used to forget his promises to come over, his promises to bring you after school snacks, or even his promises to eat lunch with you.
Somehow, this fact slipped your mind when he made his “promise” a couple nights ago. You sit on a couch in the corner of his living room, drinking a soda.
Satoru is nowhere to be found. He told you he needed to “go to the bathroom” but it has been almost an hour since then.
A couple of people approached you, mainly his roommates because they’re the ones that actually recognized you. They all shared the same story: they know you as Satoru’s “piano” friend.
You find out that Satoru talks about you all the time. How he knew you in elementary and how he sees you for “piano lessons” on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
It’s comforting to know that Satoru has never spoken ill about you. But still, the discomfort of being alone is much larger.
By midnight, you choose to go home and bid farewell to the new friends you made. You weave through the crowd and freeze when you reach the kitchen.
Satoru is standing there with a girl. They’re both laughing. She hits his shoulder playfully and he lifts his hands as if he were surrendering. It’s a sickeningly sweet sight.
It was dumb for you to think that there was the chance of Satoru liking you. You’ve always been his best friend. Just his best friend.
Even life took away that title from you for a decade. You were nothing to him. To think that a couple of piano lessons could somehow change that was stupid. And it’s even stupider that it took this moment for you to realize that.
You try to stop looking as you walk through the crowd but your eyes keep finding him. You don’t know if you feel fortunate that his eyes never find yours. When you leave the house, you take a chilly walk back home.
He drove you there and assured you not to bring a thick jacket as he’d be driving you home too. So much for that.
It starts to snow. The snowflakes landing on your jacket only remind you of his snowy hair. Everything leads to him. Because he truly was your everything.
It’s the hardest thing for you to ever admit. Even when you grew apart (physically and emotionally), he remained in your thoughts.
He was the boy who strengthened your confidence. He helped you against your bullies. How could you have stopped thinking about him?
When you reach your apartment, you realize that your face is stained with tears. You sniffle softly before entering the building.
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You stick to your promise and continue with your piano lessons in the winter break. You both agree to meet later in the night than usual.
So you’re back in the piano room. You got there an hour earlier than agreed just to play on your own.
An hour flies by and you don’t notice Satoru stepping inside the room until he speaks.
“Hey.”
“Oh, hello. I didn’t hear you walk in.”
“Sorry. That sounded great,” he says sheepishly.
You notice that he’s carrying a guitar.
“Wow, where’d you get that?”
“A gift from a couple years ago. Ever since we started playing piano, I tried to learn the guitar too.”
“Wow, impressive. You gonna play me something?”
“I was thinking we could duet.”
“Oh. Sure, I might not have the music but—“
He cuts you off.
“You’re good at sight reading, right? Here.”
He places a few pages of sheet music onto the stand and sits next to you.
“A present for finishing exams! You remember your Twilight phase?”
“What?”
“I’ll count us in.”
He counts a bar of nothing before he starts to play. You recognize the melody almost immediately. A Thousand Years.
A few bars in and Satoru starts singing. It takes all your willpower not to turn to laugh at him. Not because his voice is bad, it’s almost angelic. But because Twilight has been a guilty and hidden pleasure for the both of you.
You continue playing with small slip-ups but both of you did not pay much mind to them. He plays flawlessly, he’s clearly practiced.
When the song returns to just the guitar and piano, he tells you to sing with him. It takes a couple of lines before you feel comfortable to sing along with him.
Your voices harmonize with one another perfectly. It surprises you. He drops out for a bit and you lower your voice too.
“Keep going,” he whispers.
So you do. And though you can’t see him directly, you swear you could see him smile in the corner of your eye.
When the vocals completely drop out and the instruments are left to sing, he sighs loud enough for you to hear.
“I really do love you. I have for a thousand years and will for the thousand more to come.”
Your hands freeze, hovering over the keys. You look at him but his eyes stay on the guitar. The soft melody continues, his fingers plucking at the strings.
You laugh loud enough for him to hear. He stops and looks at you, an obvious pink blush on his cheeks.
“What? Are you practicing your confessions?”
He blinks at you and sets his guitar aside. He takes your hands in his but your body flinches underneath his touch.
“Don’t pull away please.”
You almost listen to him. Almost.
“I don’t know how to make it any more obvious. I love you.”
“No, you don’t,” you reply coldly.
“Why do you push me away?”
“Satoru, you’re just emotional from your recent breakup—“
“I’m not! That was months ago! You always reject how I feel but you never tell me how you truly feel.”
He’s right. Truthfully, you’ve always had a special place in your heart reserved for him but refuse to act upon it. Because Satoru Gojo could never see you more than a friend.
Girls flock him like birds. You’ve always been there throughout his plentiful girlfriends. You’re nothing but a friend.
“How can you blame me for that? If you can’t even keep my promise to stick with me at a party, how can I be sure you’ll stick with me through everything else?”
“I—”
You pick your bag up and stand in front of the door.
“I’ll see you after the break, Satoru.”
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A week had passed since Satoru’s confession. Your friends have all left to go visit their families for the break but you chose to stay on campus. You pass the piano room everyday but never enter it.
You decide to go when you’re sure Satoru isn’t there. He’s tried reaching out by texting and calling but you refuse to pick up. You even saw him outside your building, standing in the cold.
When you step inside, everything is tidy and dusted off. You sit in front of the piano and notice a small note on the stand. You unfold the note and realize it’s from Satoru.
To my miss, 07/12/2026
I’m sorry for leaving you at the party. I thought you were having fun with the others and I got caught up with a friend. Strictly a friend. There’s no excuse for leaving you alone.
But I want to make it up to you because I love you. I’ve loved you since we were children and my love has only strengthened when we met up again. Distance truly makes the heart grow fonder.
I dated other girls but honestly, my heart felt incomplete. You held the piece that made me feel full. I love you so much and I’m sad that I’ve only realized now. You don’t have to love me back. I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable.
My birthday wish this year is for you to forgive me. Just forgive. I leave on the 18th if you wanna talk.
Last time, I promise.
I love you,
Satoru
The 18th? You check your watch. That’s today. You run out of the room and to his shared house. It’s cold. You weren’t expecting to be running outdoors.
You cross the street, not minding the traffic lights. A car honks at you and you lift your hand up to apologize.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
You run off to the sidewalk but the driver steps out. Startled, you walk slower, facing away from the driver.
The person then calls out for your name.
Satoru.
You turn around and meet his icy blue eyes. They stand out in the white surroundings: his hair, the snow and his car.
“Satoru!”
You wrap your arms around him and he returns the gesture.
“Don’t go,” you sob. “I’m sorry, please stay.”
He strokes your hair gently.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“You said you’re leaving today.”
“I’m just visiting family. I’ll be back.” You feel his cold lips press against your hair.
You punch his chest lightly.
“You made it sound like you were leaving me again. Like you did 10 years ago.”
“But I came back, right?”
“After 10 years.”
He laughs softly.
“I’ll be back after the weekend. Just wait a bit more.”
He pulls you off his chest and holds onto your shoulders.
“I promise.”
He sticks out his pinky. You give him a playful disgusted look before interlocking yours with his reluctantly.
“Okay.”
He takes his scarf off and wraps it around your neck.
“You’re shivering. That’s warmer and better, right?”
“Mhm.”
“Now go home. I’ll see you soon, missus.”
“Missus?”
“We’re basically married now.”
He shrugs.
“Okay, I’ll see you then. Keep your promise, mister.”
this was gonna be Sukuna but I thought it didn’t rlly fit
𝚊/𝘯 :: tried my best to match his canon personality. some of these has been sitting in me for a while now, i had a lot of fun writting it! English is not my first language, please be kind tysm!
𝖼/𝘸 :: college au, mostly it's just about Satoru himself, not really going too deep about his relationship with reader. kinda suggestive.
Gojo Satoru is the center of attention in every universe, change my mind. But the guy never lives for it and still loves his privacy. Of course he enjoys his reputation here and there, but we all should agree that he's way too smart not to see the flaws of having too much eyes on himself.
Gojo Satoru even if college au is still a Japanese, that's just his canon settings, so i think he's more likely to be a nerd. though, he'd attend parties and clubs too, not entirely the otaku loser kind of nerd.
otherwise, Gojo Satoru is actually the "oh wow, perfect score again" or "read a book, dummy" kind of nerd, a little bit sassy and sarcastic but means no harm! he's just a cute Digimon geek eventually.
leader of college's basketball team and guitarist of a music club i think would suit him the most. it makes a decent balance of the attention he earns and his own personal space.
Gojo Satoru wouldn't be the type to ruin his reputation just for a crush. he oftens calls it was just a weird phase that eventually will run away soon. so for the sake of his ego, he has tried his best to stay indifferent, nonchalant and not actually wrecked out when talking to you.
highkey has a thing for your voice that he finds really soothing and calming from all the crowd's loud cheering and the chaos washing into his ears every minute. would love to drift off to your random babbling even if he's never gonna say it.
his childhood experience probably is the same. high-class clan, his family still has too much faith and prospects in him, he still was expected to study like existential philosophy at five years old or something.
if Gojo Satoru happened to be in someone's bed one way or another, no way he would be risky. condoms are always a must, just looking at how much expectations his family is giving.
eventhough he'd try to get loose sometimes, but definitely not the way of being a baby daddy. he just knows how to keep it in his pants.
it’s way too early in the morning and satoru’s perched up on the counter chair peacefully eating his cereal.
you yawn, padding up to him sleepily. seeing just how adorable and calm he looked, you ofcourse had to do something about it.
“hey babe” he chews, with his jaw working lazily and his pale hair all fluffed up.
you hum in response, coming up behind his chair and then slowly starting to climb him. you bring one leg over his shoulder maintaining balance by digging your palm into his skin.
your husband’s hand pauses for a slight second where he seems to mull over your actions and then, having come to some conclusion he continues to sip on the milk and eat his cereal.
you bring your other leg up and over hoisting yourself with a surprising smoothness.
not like you hadn’t mounted him before.
“watcha doin’?” you sing-song trying to play it cool as if you do this everyday. i mean, your boyfriend was a tree you’d climb any-day but…maybe under different circumstances.
“oh i was thinking we’re low on groceries, do you wanna join me later today?” satoru continues his conversation with you as if there was nothing abnormal about this situation.
you lean down to look into his eyes upside down, while carding your fingers through this messy yet soft hair.
“sure!” you chirp in response not really surprised at his lack of reaction.
satoru was a man as clingy as they came and you sitting on top of him like this was heaven in his mind. he rubbed your thigh affectionately excited by this new side of you.
“you’re so boring” you huff, swatting at his hand.
“BORING?” he gasps dramatically.
“yes boring, i wanted to see how you’d react to me sitting on your shoulders like this”
“oh i’m reacting alright, actually everything is reacting” he shrugs his shoulders with you on top of him, almost making you lose balance and you grab onto his ears hard to maintain it.
“ow-“
“can you be serious for one second?” you exclaim, literally fighting for your life.
satoru tilts his head upwards to look at you, “you know what, i love this you should do it more often!” he grinned his stupid smile, eyes shining bright.
𝚊/𝘯 :: first post, kinda nervous and still trying to understand how tumblr works. English is not my first language, please be kind tysm!
𝖼/𝘸 :: gn!reader ， just fluff．
DEFINITELY loves PDA while playing it off as such obviousness couples would do. if it's just the sidewalk rule or the constant demand of holding hands, even those super duper corny pickup lines he must've found somewhere on the internet.
late night calls is a must whenever either him or you went on a mission trip because this man of twentyseven years living could never go on to another day without the tiniest scraps of his beloved's voice. though eventually he will fall asleep on it most of the times.
again with the mission trips, Gojo would blow up your notifications with seven bajillion updates per one minute just because he's got nothing to do (100% cap btw). whether it's just a desserts caught his eyes on the road, a mesmerizing landscape he thought would be perfect to have some quality time together. or even just his face all over the screen, you know the man.
there'll always be an album pinned in his gallery of just random things about you. notes of your favorite cafés' addresses, screenshots of your usual shampoo or body lotion ready anytime you need someone strong and thoughtful to help you get some, or even plenty of your childhood pictures that he swears himself has no idea where they're there.
this man with his unlimited greed absolutly would have a sweets stash all hidden and secured somewhere in the house, just to spoil his sweettooth whenever you aren't around. collecting them one by one so you shouldn't notice why all the treats disappear so quickly.
though unfortunately, you'd somehow run into his self-claimed most genius hideaway spot of the human history on a random clean day.
usually he will leave all the house interior decorating work for you. but you know Gojo Satoru will always be just Gojo Satoru. sometimes you'd come home foumd out there's a loaf lamp on the bedside table that's no way you bought it yourself. maybe sometimes it's a glass cup looked just like a koi fish or a whole built cat tree in the middle of the living room even though none of you brought a single cat home.
summary : being the center of gojo satoru's devotion can be exhausting. but what if the one satoru truly wants is one of the higher up's pretty wife? (news flash, he doesn't really care if you're married)
content: yearning, gojo is v desperate for you, possessiveness, cheating (yea girl you're cheating), secret kisses, forbidden love (very small fic)
"gojo sama. what if someone sees-"
he quickly cut you off with a desperate kiss. his hands grabbing your waist tightly pulling you close until there was no space left between both bodies.
cheeks flushed with a bright blush blooming across your cheeks, you tried to peek past his shoulder and in response he pushed you against the wall.
where were you guys again?
oh. that's right. you both were feverishly making out like teenagers in one of the many extravagant hallways of the gojo estate.
"i told you, its satoru" he said as he bit your lower lip.
you looked up at him, staring at his cerulean eyes before forcing yourself out of this delusion. this could not go on, this was highly inappropriate. to imagine that someone found out that the strongest sorcerer of modern age was desperately kissing one of the higher up's wife would be far more scandalous than anything.
but then again, how could satoru not. how could he not notice you, especially with his six eyes. he still remembers the day he first saw you.
he had heard that one of the senior higher ups had remarried again, and he had chosen someone who has about 20 years younger than him. and of course, you didn't really have a choice. your family was one of the sorcerer families on the lower hierarchy so you did not have much of a say. matter of fact, your parents were delighted that you would be married to someone who was of such a high ranking in the jujutsu world. but then again, no one had a higher rank than gojo satoru himself.
and there you were, sitting in a soft baby pink kimono, your hair in a pretty bun with small dianthus flowers adorning around it. you were surprisingly sitting in the meeting room, (the presence of a woman wasn't something that the elders ever wanted yet on that day, he guessed you were an exception). you sat with all the other elders around you, right beside your husband who sat beside satoru, while he sat at the head of the table since he was the heir of the gojo clan. your gaze fixed to the ground shifted to meet his eyes. you tried not to gasp, seeing the gojo satoru for the first time. back then you didn't know that man would be the one feverishly giving you kisses and begging you to give him five more minutes.
you remembered how his eye twitched when your so called husband joked that the reason he brought you here was to show off his pretty new wife who was just too cute not to brag about. that's what you were reduced to back then, just a pretty object for men to ogle and dream about.
while satoru did agree that you were pretty, and by that he means you means you looked achingly pretty to him. your soft gaze and smiles made him yearn for you. how he wished that he found you before that old fuck did.
after fleeting glances around the gojo estate where you could sometimes go to, he finally found you alone. in your own home, or technically your husband's. he knew your husband wasn't home, purposely sending him to a meeting somewhere far away so he could get a moment alone with you under the disguise that he initially came to meet your husband.
and of course, none of the servants would dare stop satoru as they left him alone with you at the garden. he remembered just how beautiful you looked, wearing a kimono that matched the shades of his eyes. you were tending the flowers and he watched you intently before actually noticing him and bowing down in respect. and to your shock, he bowed down as well. in fact, his head hung far lower than yours, showing you the absolute respect. you were surprised, really. you had never seen gojo bow his head down to anyone, not even your husband who was significantly older and never to any of the elders. yet, the strongest bowed down in respect only for you.
you guess, thats where it started from.
and here you were. everything felt like a fever dream. and those forbidden kisses were so addictive.
you murmured his name weakly against his passionate kisses.
"satoru, this isnt right.. mhmmmm-"
he broke the kiss and stared right at you, his forehead against yours. he was still in his black uniform, his blindfold pushed up to reveal his eyes that you adored so much.
"leave him, please.", satoru pleaded
he spoke with such a desperation, his voice pleading as he grabbed your hands. never in the 28 years of his life did he ever beg to anyone. never once. but here he was.
"satoru please, you know I can't. my family-"
his knees fell to the ground as he kneeled in front of you. his hands grabbed your hips and he smushed his face to your clothed tummy.
"i cant see you with him anymore! i just want to fucking strangle him"
no one had ever seen him like this but then again it was okay because no one had ever made him feel like this. he did not want to think about anything else. just you and him and no one else.
you kneeled down and pressed a hand to this face, your gaze soft as you gave an achingly sweet kiss to his lips. all those late night conversations when you would sneak from bed to go to the garden, and he'd teleport to your husband's estate, fully knowing the risks of being caught. yet you both would sit by the koi pond and talk until the sun rose. he'd depart after giving you a sweet kiss.
satoru didn't care if you were married to someone else. he didn't care that you slept beside another man every night. at least thats what he convinced himself to believe. he'd ignore how his cursed energy would start flaring when he saw your husband even talking to you at events. he hated how his hand twitched, veins popping when your fucking husband put his ugly hand around your waist. he'd turn around, before anyone could notice. only you brought out the ugly possessive side of him. a side he never knew existed. satoru had always prided himself for thinking that he was a level headed sorcerer, thinking first and acting last. yet, he saw red when he saw you with another man.
maybe this was the universe's way of punishing him. punishing him for being the strongest.
"wait for me toru" you whispered against his hair
"i'll wait for you, forever, i promise" he said pressing your hands against his chest, desperate for your touch and warmth. he wanted you and you only. he wanted you to fill the void in his heart. he wanted your warmth to consume him whole until every atom of his body knew it belonged to you.
he was devoted to you like no other .
"i" peck "will" peck "come" peck "back" peck "to you"
satoru smiled against your lips, maybe it would be true one day. he hoped.
ps: i found this pic from pinterest and i just thought that this resembles both of them :p
