⋆˙⟡ asking husband!nanami to do your hair ⟡˙⋆ᰔ
~fluff wc ~ 0.9k
You were sitting on the sofa with your arms above your head huffing and puffing is frustration trying to braid your hair.
For some reason today your hair was just not cooperating.
No matter what you did, strands kept falling out, or the braid was just completely off centre.
You started to feel that awful burning sensation in your arms, from the many attempts of redoing the braid (and probably the fact you don’t go to the gym enough).
You had enough and decided to give up. In fact you were considering just to chop all your hair off at this point.
Your husband who is currently sitting across from you, lifts his nose up from the book he was reading with a look of concern after hearing your sighs
“What's wrong my love?” he asks you softly.
“My hair that’s what” you sigh.
A lightbulb goes off in your head, you suddenly remembered your handsome husband is a man of many talents.
For instance when the new pair of trousers you bought were too long he hemmed them for you himself, or when you were craving a sweet treat he would bake it for you that day.
So you wouldn’t be surprised if he did in fact know how to braid hair.
With a hopeful look on your face you ask him optimistically “Ken my amazing talented husband, any chance you know how to french braid hair?”
“Unfortunately, I’m sorry I don't know how to darling.” he replies
Feeling deflated you look at him with sad puppy eyes and pouted “Ughh my arms are so tired from trying to do the braid myself. I’m so overstimulated right now and I just need all this hair out of my face so I can go to bed.”
As you get up from the sofa dramatically throwing the little hair ties on to the floor you huff “I'm literally just gonna cut it all off. Are the scissors still on the kitchen counter?”
Nanami couldn't help but let out a huff of laughter at your outburst, he found it cute you were so frustrated over your hair.
“It's not funny, I'm so serious right now” you pouted with your brows furrowed.
Warmth blooms in his chest, your dramatic little pout made his heart melt completely.
He put his book down and made his way towards you, as he is now entirely focused on stepping up behind you to help you with your hair.
“I'm sorry for laughing honey. Now why don't you let me help you. Show me a tutorial so I can try to do it for you.”
Your pout instantly softens into a smile. “Aww really?“
“Really. I promised to make your life easier in any way I could” he replied.
“You're the best babe” you say ecstatically as you give him a peck on the cheek, and then plop down on the floor.
You lean your back against the base of the sofa and sit in between your husband's legs.
“Just relax and leave it to me darling” He reassures you as he gently squeezes your shoulders, before leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.
After a couple of attempts, he actually managed to do a decent job. It wasn’t perfect, but he managed to capture all the hair. For a first attempt it was pretty good.
You were just relieved to have your hair out of your face and the burn in your arms gone.
Nanami decided to keep practising so he would be able to do your hair for you whenever you wanted. After a few weeks he was already a pro, just like with everything else he did.
Honestly he had gotten even better than you at braiding hair.
Sitting on the living room floor, you hummed to yourself while Nanami finished securing the braids with those little rubber bands. He gave you a mirror so you could inspect his work, his large hands lingering gently on your shoulders.
As you were admiring your new hairdo in the mirror, “its absolutely perfect ken! I can't believe you managed to learn how to do this so quickly. It took me forever to teach myself.”
“I'm so glad honey. Seeing the look on your face right now has made all my efforts worthwhile. Actually to be completely honest, I find it somewhat therapeutic.”
“Aww Ken, don’t say that or I’m gonna make you do my hair every single day from now on” you joked.
“My love, you know I could never say no to you. Besides, my hair braiding skills will become even more useful, if we ever have a daughter someday.”
The sincerity in his tone made your heart flip, already imagining what a perfect girl dad your husband would be.
You tilted your head all the way back so your head was now resting on the sofa cushion which nanami was sitting on.
You look up at him with doe eyes, only to be met with his love filled gaze.
You pucker your lips giving him a clear hint to hurry up and lean down and kiss you already.
A low, fond chuckle rumbled in his chest. Nanami leaned down, cupping your face with his warm hands, his thumbs gently stoking your cheeks. As he captured your soft lips in a sweet, upside down kiss.
He pulled back slightly, admiring his beautiful wife for a few moments.
A soft smile touched his lips, before he began playfully peppering kisses all over you.
He showered you with quick kisses on your nose, your eyelids, and your forehead. He didn't miss a single inch of your face.
Your sweet giggles filled the quiet room with pure warmth.
a/n my first time writing nanami I feel like he's definitely an acts of service kinda guy + might post the gojo version that's sitting in my drafts ;p
⋆˙⟡ honeymooning with husband!nanami ⟡˙⋆ᰔ
~fluff wc~0.5k
An amber glow blanketed the island as the sun dipped low toward the horizon. The air was filled with the sweet scent of saltwater and blooming hibiscus.
Wandering along the sandy path, basking in the warm evening breeze, you spotted the most perfect pink hibiscus flower. It sat perched on the highest branch of the tropical tree beside you.
Determined to pluck it, you locked your gaze onto the lone flower. Pressing your bare feet into the warm sand, rising on to your tiptoes. You stretch your arm out as far as you possibly could, hoping to snag it from the branch.
The bloom was so close, as your fingertips grazed the very edge of the petals, but it still remained just out of your reach.
You huffed out a small frustrated breath, now focusing entirely on the prize, completely unaware of the footsteps approaching you.
Suddenly, you felt a large, familiar presence envelop you from behind.
As your husband stepped into your space, his broad chest pressed gently against your back, as he snaked one arm around your waist.
As you struggled reaching for the bloom, his arm slid over yours. You let out a soft gasp, your body relaxing against his strong frame as he lingers close, his breath warm against your neck.
He slowly traced his fingers along your extended arm which sent goosebumps blooming across your skin and your heart racing.
He plucked the flower with ease, admiring it for a moment before his eyes drifted down to your face.
He spun you around to face him. His warm fingertips gently brushed against your sunkissed cheeks as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
He carefully nestled the fresh flower ensuring it was behind your left ear (so it let everyone know you were his).
Nanami learned that it was an island tradition that showed a woman's relationship status. As the left ear is closest to your heart, placing a flower behind it signifies your heart is taken.
He leaned in closer, a soft smile gracing his lips as his love filled eyes washed over you. “So this is where you disappeared to my love?”
Your heart fluttered when you locked eyes with each other. You smiled lovingly as you leaned slightly into his touch. “i'm sorryy ken. I didn't mean to wander off. I just got completely distracted by how perfect this flower looked.”
Your handsome husband let out a gentle hum as his heart warmed, admiring how adorable you were being.
His hand moved down to wrap securely around your waist, pulling your hips closer to his.
“It is perfect. I can hardly blame you sweetheart” he agreed softly, though his eyes were still fixed on yours never once drifting down to the petals.
Slowly, his fingers tangled into your hair, tilting your head up just enough to bring your lips a breath away from his.
“But it doesn't stand a chance against my beautiful wife,” nanami whispered against your soft lips, as his other hand moved to gently caress your face.
“The moment I saw you standing here, the entire garden completely faded away.”
he finally closed the remaining distance, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss that sealed this perfect moment on your paradise honeymoon.
a/n: omg its been a while since I posted something🫣 i've lowkey been hating everything i write ughh😭😭 but im forcing myself to post more this summer
synopsis : Satoru Gojo inherited the curse the day he was born, nothing and no one could break the curse until one day you did. lowkey inspired by fruits basket if you squint.
tags : both reader and gojo are in their twenties he's a few years older than reader. reader is a bit of a tsundere & gojo is down bad - forced proximity - fluff ~wc: 3.5k
<<part 1
How the hell did you break Satoru Gojo’s curse? Was he right? Was it because of you? Surely it must have been a coincidence. You didn't even do anything right?
You try to stop your mind spiraling as you have more important things to deal with. Like that huge presentation you had to give work later on today.
You decide to shake it off and go back to sleep, so you pick up the comforter off the floor and climb back into bed. You try to distract yourself from the events of this evening (actually this morning since it was now 3am).
Unable to sleep, you find yourself lying in bed staring at the ceiling. Satoru’s words ringing in your ears ‘it was all because of you’ ‘I can't let you go’. His words made your stomach flip all over again. You finally put your sleep mask on and attempt to get some much needed rest.
Unexpectedly you feel the mattress dip beside you. Immediately you spring up and lift your eye mask up… just to find an eager Satoru attempting to crawl back into your bed again!
You exhale a heavy, irritated breath through your nose. Slapping the mattress repeatedly with your hand. “Hey, hey, hey! What do you think you're doing?”
“Uhhh going back to sleep. What does it look like?” he shrugged nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just get caught red handed.
“Umm Excuse you. Who said you could sleep here? Go sleep on the couch AWAY from me.” you hiss while shooing him away with your hand.
“Jeeez you never wanted this much personal space when I was all furry.” He sighs.
“I wanna sleep heree, it's soo cold downstairs” he pouts, with his arms crossed like a child.
Your sleep deprived eye twitches in disbelief, “Not. Happening. You're so lucky your shapeshifting ass is not sleeping in a jail cell right now!”
You stomp out of bed and throw the most oversized t-shirt you had (hoping it will fit him, spoiler alert it didn’t. not that you were complaining about it.) at him.
“HERE, damn! You’re probably cold because you're not wearing a freaking shirt! From now on there will be no more cuddling or sleeping in my bed, just in case I didn't already make that clear.” you attempt to say sternly with your cute nose scrunched, and arms crossed. Trying to be assertive, in your tired dishevelled state.
He steps closer, leaning down so his face is just inches away from yours, completely unbothered by your glare. “You know, you suck at being mean.”
His grin melted into a soft, fond smile, as he reached out to smooth down the unruly strands of hair sticking up at your crown, laughing softly under his breath.
“It’s mostly because your hair is sticking up in three different directions and your nose does that cute crinkle thing. It completely ruins the vibe.”
His eyes now fix onto yours, his voice dropping into a honeyed, low tone “Besides, I couldn't help myself. You were so soft and warm, I just wanted to be close to you. we've been sleeping right next to each other for months... why does that have to change tonight, hmm?”
You don't move, stubbornly trying to stand your ground despite your racing heart. “Because. I. Said. So.” you retort, glaring up at him. "I don't even know you like that please. I literally just met you!”
He scoffed in disbelief, “Just met? Sweetheart, we’ve already shared a bed. I’m pretty sure that means we skipped the stranger phase”
“FYI, I do know you though. Like that. I know that you always get snackish right before you go to bed, I know kamisama kiss is your comfort show, I know you love sour patch kids except for the green ones, I know tha-” He was abruptly cut off as you launched a pillow at his handsome face.
You roll your sleepy eyes “Yeah yeah yeah because you were literally stalking me while in your cat form. Jeez, how many other girls' windows did you climb through and stalk. Thank god I never got dressed in front of you.”
The smirk on his face disappeared, now replaced with panic. “You were the only one. First and last I swear!! I was too entranced by you to ever stalk anyone else, you hav- have to believe me.” he stammers, although the crimson dusting the tips of his ears told a much more truthful story.
You giggle, it was funny, adorable even, seeing Satoru all flustered and stumbling over his words for once.
As the sound of your cute laugh melted away his bumbling words, he breathed out with relief, dropping his broad shoulders from his ears. “Besides I don't need to watch you dressing, to know you have curves in all the right places” he winked, and then goes on to reclaim that signature smirk of his.
“Ugh get out before I change my mind about calling the cops and actually get your ass arrested!" you scowled while struggling to shove the ridiculously tall man out of your room.
“Nooo please don’t. im going, im going” he pleads insincerely as he stumbles out of your room.
As you go to close the door he says in a smooth velvety voice “Sleep tight, prettygirl. try not to miss me too much”, he then blows a kiss at you, prompting you to slam the door in his face.
You lean your head back against the cool door, feeling a sudden rush of warmth blooming in your chest. You process his words, guess he really was paying attention to everything you were doing. It was infuriating how easily he could dissolve your frustration with his sweet stupid words and a single look.
*later on that morning*
The sound of your alarm clock blaring, snapped you out of your short slumber. The scent of warm vanilla wafts through the air, curious and hungry you stagger downstairs to find… Satoru humming a tune, while standing over the stove flipping pancakes shirtless of course. He was wearing your pink pyjama trousers, which were definitely too short for him, that made you chuckle.
Upon hearing his favourite sound, he turns to you “Mornin’ sweets, how’d you sleep?” he asks while plating up breakfast.
“Barely. no thanks to you. I don't even know how I'm going to get through this presentation without messing up.” you reply groggily, while rubbing your eyes.
“Hey, it's not my fault. You're the one who made a big commotion last night. And changed me. remember i cant control my transformations.” he says innocently.
“Ugh Can you not. i can’t with you right now” you mumble as you roll your tired eyes.
“Not a morning person are you darling? Bet you didn't sleep well because I wasn't there as your personal weighted blanket” he was right but you would never let him know that.
You scoff “No. I'm not. now, tell me what you are making because I'm starving.”
“Well I wanted to make you breakfast, it is the most important meal of the day, you know. I had no idea what your favourite was, since you always skip it” he tutted, shaking his head, in mock disappointment.
“So, I decided to make you my favourite instead, blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes. It's been a while since I've made ‘em so I hope they still taste good.”
You were slumped into the chair at the kitchen island, your icy barrier completely down now, replaced by a soft, vulnerable grogginess.
Satoru glanced over his shoulder from the stove to find you blinking slowly, yawning as you stared off into space, your brain refusing to fully wake up.
Your eyes were still puffy, hair still tangled and messy from sleep, that only made his heart squeeze. he thought you looked adorable. A helpless smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his chest warm with the joy of seeing you completely unfiltered.
He places a plate with a stack of the fluffiest pancakes you've ever seen in front of you. They were perfectly golden brown, topped with a heart shaped piece of butter, melting slowly over the stack, mirroring your own heart.
You almost jump out of your skin, when the deafening sound of your final phone alarm (you know the one you set, just in case you slept through your previous 6 alarms which has totally never happened before), snapped you out of your daze confirming this wasn't some kind of fever dream.
Your favourite glass clinked gently when it was placed beside your plate, filled with the perfect shade of milky brown iced latte goodness.
“Here, drink this. I added an extra shot, since you’ll definitely be needing it today. my bad”. His eyes crinkled with a quiet nervousness, wondering if the breakfast he prepared is to your liking.
You take a sip, and perk up instantly, confirming he did in fact make your favourite drink perfectly. “How d- how did you know to make it just the way i like?”
“Remember I told you. I know you, silly. Now eat up before it gets cold” he flashed a proud shit eating grin.
You felt your heart skip a beat, which is loudly interrupted by your rumbling stomach. Prompting you to inhale the yummy breakfast he sweetly prepared for you.
You scramble to get ready for work. You shove your laptop into your bag and dart down the stairs, to find a now fully dressed Satoru leaning against the front door.
He was spinning your keys around his pointer finger “Aren’t you forgetting these?” you were so stressed about the presentation going well, you completely forgot your keys.
After slightly traumatising you last night, Satoru was determined to ensure your morning went smoothly, to make up for the chaos of last night. The least he could do was feed you and take you to work. “Don’t worry to make up for disturbing your precious beauty sleep last night, I will also be your personal chauffeur and drive you to work today.”
“No it's okay, I can drive myself” you try to reach for the keys but he ends up dangling them above your head, making it impossible for you to grasp.
He can't help but chuckle seeing your failed attempts of trying to grab the keys out of his impossible hold. “Ah ah ah come on lets go princess, otherwise you'll be late” he says mockingly before opening the front door ushering you to exit first.
“Fine, I guess it'll give me a chance to go through my notes again” you sigh and make your way out the door.
Too engrossed in your notes, you didn’t even realize when you arrived. It was strange he somehow drove you straight to your workplace, without using gps or even asking you for directions. He didn’t even ask where you worked!
“We’re here” he chirped.
“Wow, already! I wanted to say thank you… for driving me today and for brekkie it-...” you pause for a few seconds “Wait, hold on, how did you know where I worked???” you probed, with one eyebrow raised.
“Umm soo… don't judge... I might have kinda.. used to… follow you to work” he blurts out, flicking his gaze away from you to focus on the suddenly very interesting steering wheel.
“You did what?” you questioned, bewildered by his confession.
“Hey, I was so bored okay. you would leave me every morning. all alone. I couldn't do anything in my cat form, so I just followed you. Can you blame me? I just missed you." He now looks back at you with soft puppy eyes. His lips twitch into a self deprecating pout, which takes everything in you to not immediately burst out laughing.
“Soo... I was right after all. You are a damn stalker!” you chuckled, failing to hold in your laughter.
“I’m so not.” he said in denial, trying to swiftly change the topic of the conversation he asks “Anyway, how are you feeling, ready for your big presentation?”
“Ugh im so dreading it, i just can't wait for it to be over already” you frowned.
“Don't worry you got this! You've been working so hard on this for weeks, it'll be a piece of cake. Now go have a good day and I'll come pick you up when you're done”
He reaches out patting your head softly, before tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks instantly heat up at the contact.
You quickly look away, praying he doesn't see how easily he just broke your defences.
“Okay im going, see you later i guess. Please don't burn my house down while I'm gone. And we can discuss this whole living situation when I get back tonight.” You rush to pack your notes away into your bag.
Before you can even look back up to reach for the handle, the door clicks and swings open. Satoru is already standing there, his hand held out palm upwards, waiting for you to take it.
The moment your eyes meet his, a pink blush now paints your face, slowly making its way to your ears. “You didn’t have to do that”, you murmur. “I could’ve opened my door myself, you know.”
“You could," he replies, his voice low, as he takes a step closer. "But it's my favorite part of the drive. Besides, I've gotta earn my keep somehow, don't I?" He nudged his open hand a fraction closer, still waiting for you to place your hand in his.
"Come on. Don't leave your favorite guy hanging out here in the cold."
Knowing there is no escaping his charm, you let out a defeated sigh and finally place your hand in his. His warm fingers close around yours instantly, as he helps you out of the car.
Now that you are standing face to face, he doesn’t let go. His gaze drops to your face as the pink on your cheeks deepens. His eyes sweep over your flushed cheeks and tips of your ears. He lingers there, just admiring the sheer helplessness of your blush, making his heart completely melt.
He gives your hand a soft squeeze, his thumb gently stroking over your knuckles like he has all the time in the world, a soft smile spreading across his face.
He finally lets your hand slip from his grasp, and leans casually against the car door frame. "Knock 'em dead. You're gonna absolutely kill this presentation" he beams.
“Thanks, I really needed that reminder”, a genuine smile breaks through your lingering blush. “Don't miss me too much while I'm gone.” you teased.
Once you arrive at the glass doors of the building you look back, fully expecting to see an empty space where your car was parked, assuming Satoru had already driven off.
But he hasn't left.
He was standing right where you left him. His back was still leaning against the passenger door, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Those piercing blue eyes glued to you, he had been tracing your every movement, the second you started walking to the building.
As soon as he catches you looking, he waves goodbye, flashing a smile that radiates nothing but pure affection. You can't help but smile and wave back, mouthing for him to go. He just shakes his head, refusing to budge. Making it clear he was waiting for you to be safely inside, before he even thought about entering the car.
Only after you disappear into the lobby elevator does he finally make his way back to the driver's side of the car. When he goes to buckle his seatbelt, a helpless smile spreads across his face as he stares at the empty passenger seat beside him.
"Yeah," he murmurs to himself, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Definitely gonna miss you." He lets out a soft, breathy chuckle.
Somehow you manage to get through your presentation flawlessly. The fact you actually had breakfast today, the extra time you had to prep in the car, and Satoru’s encouraging words definitely helped. The weeks of stress had finally melted away, you smiled to yourself relieved, while organising the mess of files piled on your desk.
“So, who's the hottie?” a familiar voice chirps. Your co-worker/bestie Yuki spins her chair around, now facing you with a suspicious glare.
“Huh, what are you talking about Yuki?” you reply brows furrowed in confusion.
“That ridiculously handsome man. Who dropped you off this morning, with a grin big enough to blind someone. Can’t believe you got a hot new boyfriend and didn't even tell me?” Yuki pouts in disappointment.
Your stomach does a nervous flip. Shit. you didn’t think anyone noticed you being dropped off by Satoru this morning. “Ah, it's not like that. It's, uhh… nothing” you say sheepishly.
However that familiar blush now dusting your cheeks again said otherwise.
“It didn’t look like nothing to me. Because from where I was standing, he looked completely head over heels for you.” Yuki pestered.
She leaned in closer, with a playful smirk on her lips “If it really was nothing, you wouldn't be looking so flustered right now.” as she points to your rosy cheeks.
You shift your attention back to your computer monitor, desperately trying to avoid your best friends’ interrogation.
“Don’t worry girl, you can always make it into something. And you definitely should. you don't see hotties like that everyday.” she added.
“I love this for you. You guys would make such a cute couple. When you’re ready you better tell me everything! I'm glad you're finally getting over your little crush on you know who.” she murmured.
Before you can respond, your conversation is interrupted, by a blonde haired man clearing his throat.
“Hope I'm not interrupting, am I?” his expression is completely unreadable.
You peek up over the top of your computer screen, only to find your manager, Kento Nanami standing there.
Speak of the devil.
He had the literal worst timing in the history of the universe. Let's hope he didn't hear anything from that conversation.
“Morning, Mr Nanami. No, of course not.” you managed to say.
“I wanted to congratulate you on your presentation earlier. The client was thoroughly impressed. Exceptional work” he praised.
You felt a wave of relief, hearing his usual tone suggesting he didn’t overhear your conversation discussing your non-existent love life. “Thanks, I appreciate the feedback. The entire team worked very hard on the data.”
“The data was precise, but it was your excellent delivery that landed us a major client today. I also wanted to compensate you with a meal on the company of course, for all your hard work. Be sure to advise me on your preference, and I will arrange it.” he added.
“Oh. Thank you, Mr Nanami. Anything is fine really, I don't mind at all.” you force a polite smile, completely caught off guard by the unexpected praise.
Before your manager can respond he's cut off by Yuki.
“Wait a minute no way. She's being too modest. She would like to go somewhere fancy. My girl carried the department this week. Take her somewhere that will make the higher ups wince when they see the bill." Yuki demanded.
Nanami was completely unfazed by Yuki's boldness. Instead, his gaze remained fixed entirely on you, a rare warmth in his hazel eyes. “Rest assured, Yuki. The venue will reflect the magnitude of her success."
He paused, as he looked back at you, slightly lowering his voice “And I would never dream of undermining her value.”
“I will go ahead and arrange everything swiftly, before Yuki can sneak on to the reservation. Keep up the good work. We are very lucky to have you here.” He gave you a small, sincere smile.
His softening eyes lingered on you for one quiet, heavy beat before he walked back to his office.
Yuki waited exactly three seconds before leaning over your desk, her eyes wide.
“You’re on fire today aren't you, got dropped off by an absolute smokeshow, landed a hot dinner date and it isn't even lunchtime yet” she said as she playfully poked your arm.
“It's not a date. just a normal company dinner with my boss.” you tried to say convincingly, but failed as a hint of blush crept up your neck.
“He just told you you were excellent, and looked at you like that. He just said he was going to take only you out, and he smiled at you. Mr Nanami never smiles. That man is taking you out on the corporate dime, and he looked utterly pleased about it.”
“Yuki, stopp” you whisper shout, swatting her hand away.
“He said on the company because it's a corporate expense. He’s just being a good boss. you’re reading too much into it. He probably has to let HR know about the whole thing too.”
As you fake read whatever is on your computer monitor, you find your eyes drifting towards his closed door without even realizing it.
Your mind replays that one quiet, heavy beat where Nanami's eyes had lingered on yours.
For a fleeting, terrifying second, a small, yet all too familiar flutter stirred in your chest.
Has that little unrequited crush resurfaced?
Just a tiny, dangerous bit?
a/n: hope you guys liked ittt!! :) lmk what you think!! <3
im sorry for the wait I got soo overwhelmed on where I should take the story.
then procrastinated so much I ended up writing a whole other story based on unckuna lol
ALSO thank you so much for over 150 likes on part 1 I really didn't think anyone would read my work let alone like it!! im over the moon thanks for the lovee!! <33
p.s jealousgojo might be making an appearance in the next part ;)
synopsis : you were minding your own business when all of a sudden a cute cat (or what you thought was a cat) randomly pops through your window one summer's day and decides it doesn't want to leave, the two of you have been inseparable since
- forced proximity - fluff
a/n: lowkey inspired by fruits basket, imagine kyo but its gojo instead if you squint.
pairing : satoru gojo x fem!reader (both reader and gojo are in their twenties he's a few years older than reader) ~ wc: 1.5k
part 2>>
Golden rays bounced off your window onto the walls, giving your room a golden hue. It was finally your day off work so you decided to stop procrastinating and be productive, since the weather was already warming up you decided it was about time to rotate your winter clothing out of your closet and summer clothes in.
Your summer playlist on repeat in the background, trying to distract yourself from this boring ass task, but it was still better than being stuck in the stuffy office.
As you were folding clothes and singing along with the music, you noticed a shadow shift from the corner of your eye. Startled, you quickly turn your head to find a small fluffy cat poking its head through the crack of your window, peeking inside your bedroom.
A pair of white fluffy front paws hook onto the windowsill, pausing for a moment, its piercing blue eyes staring right at you, purring. Your face lights up and instantly drop the sweater you were folding and extend your hand to its face.
“Hi, kitty where did you come from?”
You're ecstatic when the cat in turn sniffs your hand and then rubs its soft cheek against your hand, allowing you to then gently scratch under its cute chin.
“Aww you’re definitely the cutest thing to ever crawl through my window. Maybe I should keep you... I wonder do you have a name?”
The gentle rhythmic sound of his purring filled the room, with a steady hum of comfort.
The feline visitor came to see you everyday, so you started to leave a bowl of milk on your windowsill and cat treats to welcome him each time he paid you a visit. This quickly turned into you spending more and more time together, the two of you soon becoming inseparable. The cat was basically yours at this point, doing everything from napping on your bed, to lazily lying on your chest as you watched tv, or simply following you around the house.
You were lying in bed working on your project, only for your laptop to be quickly replaced by a warm, purring mess on your lap. the kitty was kneading the blanket while slowly closing his sapphire eyes in sheer bliss. You whispered quietly while stroking its fur
“What on earth should I do with you kitty? Surely your owner must be missing you.. I really should make missing posters so we can get you home. even though I don't really want you to go”.
Eventually you doze off with the furball close to your chest keeping you warm.
A few hours later, still half asleep you suddenly feel a warm presence engulfing your body. You swear you feel a muscular arm wrapped around your waist, and two large hands under your oversized tee.
You move your hand down to feel the pair of foreign hands splayed across your soft stomach, confirming you were in fact NOT imagining this… but there actually was a grown ass man in your bed cuddling you as you slept!
You quickly untangle yourself from his beefy sexy arms, jump up and kick the handsome stranger as hard as you can out of your bed… he clumsily tumbled off the bed onto the floor with a loud thud.
You slam the light switch on instantly shattering the darkness with a blinding strobe of light (this is why you don't like to use the big light you were an ambient lighting only household but this was an emergency situation) and shout
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED? HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN MY HOUSE?!!!”
He groggily lifts his head from the floor, hair dishevelled rubbing one of his eyes with his fist looking at you in confusion.
“I'm heartbroken, you’ve been cuddling with me every night for weeks now and you seriously don't recognise me?”
“What the heck are you talking about? I don't know you! I’ve never even seen you before! You have 5 seconds to get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops!”
As you scramble to find your phone you process what he just said. Now that you were able to get a good look at him in the light he did seem very familiar, you felt like you had definitely met this man before but no idea where from.
He locks eyes with you, then it hits you… instantly you recognise those mesmerizing ocean eyes staring back at you, those soft white locks and cheeky grin he flashed at you. At the same time you realise your cuddly cat is nowhere to be found. You freeze for a moment with your jaw dropped
“I think you remember me now, don't you sweetheart?”
“Are yo- you the fluffy kitty that's been visiting me everyday?… no no you can’t be… there’s no way!” you say in disbelief.
The corners of his eyes crinkled and his face lit up, as he flashed a wide-mouthed grin
“Yep, that was me. See you do know me! The names Satoru by the way, Satoru Gojo. I know you've always wondered what my name was. Nice to finally meet you in my human form.”
He extends his hand out to shake your hand but you're still in a state of shock, staring back at the shirtless six foot something, chiselled handsome man that was currently towering above you from across the room.
In an instant you bolted a desperate dash for the door, that left the chair and anything else in your way clattering to the floor, as you sprinted out of your bedroom.
“Wait! where are you going?” you hear satoru’s voice faintly in the background calling out your name.
You frantically splash cold water on your face to wake yourself up because clearly you must be delirious from the lack of sleep. After patting your face dry with a washcloth you manage to calm yourself down and tell yourself that it's just your imagination. The cat that comes through your window every day was just a friendly lost cat and nothing else, there is definitely no man who looks exactly like said cat in your bedroom right now, everything is fine. You just need to eat something and go back to sleep.
So you cautiously retreat to the kitchen to warm up some milk, hoping it will soothe your anxiety so you can finally go back to sleep. As you close the refrigerator door you almost jump out of your skin causing the carton of milk to fall from your hand… only for it to be caught by that white haired man who was now definitely not real.
“Oooh warming up some milk are we? I loveeee milk. I sure hope you were making some for me too” he said in a playful tone while licking his soft lips.
Clutching your chest and panting you scream only to be cut off by his hand covering your mouth, pushing your back plush against his washboard abs and broad chest. His other arm wraps around your waist, tracing small circles against your hip. His chin rests gently on your shoulder, and his warm breath coasts against your ear. In a soothing voice trying to calm you down he says
“It’s okay, you’re okay. just breathe for me, beautiful.”
As your breathing slows down and you stop tensing in his hold, suddenly you bite his slender fingers causing him to wince and release you.
“Ouch!” he yelps.
You shuffle away to increase the distance between the two of you.
He holds his hands up in a surrender position, his face softens and looks at you with tender eyes
“Wait. Please, don’t run away from me again. I know you're shocked and scared. It's a lot to process but, please just hear me out. I can explain.”
You start to feel a twinge of guilt for biting him especially with the way he's now looking at you. You take a breath and sternly say
“Okay, start talking.”
He smiles and lets out a sigh of relief, as he takes a seat on the nearby stool at the kitchen island. Then he goes on to exclaim
“Sooo basically I'm cursed..
When I was born something to do with the phase of the moon and a weird family gene triggered the curse. Apparently it only happens to one person in our bloodline every hundred years, so lucky me I guess!
Once a month I would transform into a cat, I'd usually transform back after a few hours or days tops. But ever since my 25th birthday I have been stuck in my cat form… until now.
Tonight is the first time in two years, that I have been able to shift back into my human form.
And it was all because of you.
I don’t know how or why, but you did it.
You changed me back, and now I can't let you go.”
a/n: this is my first post on here! tbh this is the first fic i've ever written, would really love any feedback or advice! <3
