HAPPY BIRTHDAY SATORU!! Satoru x reader, birthday celebration♥
The 7th of December, also known as your fiance's birthday.
Satoru Gojo was not an easy person to shop for. What do you buy a man who can and will buy himself absolutely anything he desires? In the past years you had always gotten him something silly or custom made, a shirt with your faces on it, or something even more ridiculous. Every year though, this year you had decided to get him a simple silver ring to match the engagement ring he had gotten you, and to bake him a cake.
Satoru’s sweet tooth knew new bounds, and a cake made by you, the love of his life, would be one of the best things you could ever think of getting the strongest sorcerer.
The cake needed to be impressive, fun, and impossibly sweet. You decided on something simple but with a twist that made it funny. Two layers of cake iced with his favorite shade of blue, complete with an elaborate-looking - and far easier to pipe than people would expect - frame of icing along the sides and frosting flowers. Where it grew fun was when you decided to get out fondant and make a stuffed full Agumon sitting on the side patting his large belly, with a large bite shape taken out of the cake above.
While the icing was something you could rush through with the fancy looking turntable you’d bought with Satoru’s card a few months ago, the little digi-bastard took way too long. Fondant was way harder to work with than the cake decorating shows made it out to be. It just set too fast, the material wasn’t easy to work with at all.
For such delicate work required in using fondant to get all the details nice, rolling it and kneading it all sure did make your arms sore. Thankfully the air brush you used for coloring the little fella was not as temperamental as usual and you managed to make it look surprisingly professional. Maybe it shouldn’t be sold in a store, but it was recognizably Agumon, right down to the snout with its satisfied grin.
After having some fun carving a bit of the cake into a bite mark, your work was complete. Stepping back, the full image was complete and you knew for a fact he would love it. When he did finally get to see it after finishing a mission and suddenly teleporting in, an entrance which no one could get used to, he was ecstatic, laughing loudly and bringing a hand to his head as he pointed at the cake.
“Are you kidding me? That’s AWESOME, how’d you even do that!?”
“Lot’s of hard work, I’ve been working since this morning,” You said with a laugh, wiggling your blue stained fingers at him, grinning as you pulled him down into a hug, the familiar warmth of his body, and the smell of his citrusy cologne welcomed you, “Happy birthday Toru!”
“Thanks baby, my wonderful fiance spoiling me as usual,” He beamed, his long arms tightly wrapped around you as he held you close to his chest, “Sooooo are you going to feed me the first bite? I’m the birthday boy after all!”
You rolled your eyes and snorted, pulling away from his arms, “Only because it’s your birthday.” You teased lightly, grabbing a fork from the draw, not bothering to cut him a slice, knowing he’d be the one to eat the whole cake by tomorrow anyway. You scooped a hefty amount of cake and frosting onto the fork and offered it to him.
Satoru grinned, opening his mouth wide and leant in closer, as you hovered the fork closer and closer, somehow missing your mark and smearing cake all over his cheek, “Shit, sorr-”
Ever the troublemaker, he grinned widely, glancing between you and the cake before grabbing a handful of frosting and smearing it across your cheeks, laughing loudly. “There, now we’re both covered in-” You were quick to cut him off, reaching to quickly grab a handful of cake and step back, throwing it directly in his face. It impacted, bypassing the infinity as apparently it simply wasn’t dangerous enough, making you snort as you watched crumbs drip from his nose, his eyes lighting up with pure amusement.
“Oh baby you don’t know what you’ve started,” He murmured, and soon enough cake was flying around the kitchen, blue frosting and yellow cake covering the counters and walls, your bodies even MORE covered in sticky sweetness as you both stood in the kitchen laughing loudly.
Eventually you were at a stand still. Unfortunately for you, Satoru was far more capable in sweets warfare, diving quickly between hits and returning with a handful of cake launching at your face. The texture, you found, was magnificent, even as it pelted your nose. Your fiance though, the naive fool, didn’t realize you were willing to take the war a step further.
“Don’t move!” You announce, standing as your reach to the cake’s turntable which had barely half of the cake left. You grinned devilishly as you grabbed a handful of cake with one hand and your fondant Agumon in the other, holding it up to the digimon’s face, “OR THE AGUMON GETS IT.” Satoru gasped outloud, his hands splaying out in peace as he slowly tried to walk forward, “But baby, he’s diabetic, please, he didn’t know what he was doing before! It’s not his fault.” He was a little too good at yes anding your bits. It made you love him all the more. As he took a step forward, you pressed the cake against Agumon’s lips…mouth? Against his mouth, which made Satoru freeze. “Not another move Satoru Gojo…you may be the strongest cake warrior, but are you good enough to save him?” A stand still. The moment hung in the air, a new tension dividing the room. It was actually as if everything stood still, not just the two of you, but the electronics seemed to grow quiet, noises outside became duller, the two of you were locked in a stalemate.
Then your stomach growled loudly. In working for hours on this surprise, you realize you haven’t eaten for hours.
That noise broke both of you, causing the two of you to laugh uproariously at the same time, and when each of you heard the other laugh, a new wave of laughter broke out. Catching your breath, he moved up, taking the sweet, sweet diabetic dino from your hands and putting it on the counter, looking down at you with an expression full of love.
“God I love you, best birthday ever,” His voice was soft as he cupped your cheeks, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. God he loved you, the strongest man alive who had never thought anyone could ever love him, for who he was and not the image he was, you loved him for Toru, not Satoru Gojo, and that meant the world to him.
“I love you too, Toru,” You beamed back at him, kissing him again. “Happy birthday. Shall we get dinner arranged, assuming warfare didn’t spoil your appetite?”
Happy birthday Toru, ty for being my muse and fave <3
