the world is loud, but satoru has never felt more deaf.
people speak to him, laugh around him, missions blur together, but none of it reaches. not really. because you’re gone, and the silence you left behind drowns everything else.
he still reaches for his phone sometimes, thumb hovering over your contact. he never deletes it. can’t. your messages sit there like ghosts, good mornings, little reminders, words you’ll never say again. he rereads them until the screen blurs, but the ache never softens.
at night, he dreams. in dreams, you’re still alive. you tease him for being late, for eating sweets before dinner, for the way his sunglasses always slip down his nose. in dreams, he gets to hold you. he clings to those seconds like a starving man. but morning always comes, and you’re always gone.
he tells everyone he’s fine. that he’s strong. that the strongest sorcerer doesn’t break. that hes okay. but his apartment is still arranged the way you left it, your sweater draped on the chair, your perfume fading from the air. he can’t move them. if he does, it feels like admitting you won’t walk back through the door.
the worst part isn’t the grief. it’s the memory of all the things he didn’t say.
because gojo satoru, the strongest, could never protect the only one who made him feel human.
and no cursed technique in the world can bring you back.
a/n: hiii guys, lowkey would love to write some more smau, if u have any requests send them to me!! also, if u have in the past and i didnt get around to it im super sorry, things have been busy and tumblr writing and creating is just a fun lil hobby for me <3 hope u understand!
geto lies awake in silence, staring at a ceiling that never feels like home. his empire stretches beneath him, loyal followers, endless curses, and yet it all feels like sand slipping through his fingers. none of it matters. none of it is you.
he remembers the way you used to wait for him, half-asleep on the couch, light spilling over your face as you blinked up at him and smiled. the way your fingers would curl into his sleeve like you were afraid he’d vanish. the way you whispered his name as though it was something fragile.
now, there’s only the echo.
he left you. he told himself it was necessary, that you wouldn’t understand, that he was saving you from the filth of the world. but the truth burns every time he closes his eyes — he left because he was weak. too weak to hold both you and his convictions.
and yet… every step away from you feels like bleeding.
he wonders if you think of him, or if you’ve learned to forget. the thought of your laughter belonging to someone else makes his throat close. he crushes his fists into his palms until his nails cut skin, but nothing can ground him in a world where you aren’t his.
but you’re gone. and all he has left is the silence and bloodshed he chose.
a/n: hi everyone <3 posting has not been consistent at all, but im planning to work hard for everyone over the weekend!! if u have a req for anything send it to me pls!! much love to all of u!
suguru lies awake in silence, staring at a ceiling that never feels like home. his empire stretches beneath him, loyal followers, endless curses, and yet it all feels like sand slipping through his fingers. none of it matters. none of it is you.
he remembers the way you used to wait for him, half-asleep on the couch, light spilling over your face as you blinked up at him and smiled. the way your fingers would curl into his sleeve like you were afraid he’d vanish. the way you whispered his name as though it was something fragile.
now, there’s only the echo.
he left you. he told himself it was necessary, that you wouldn’t understand, that he was saving you from the filth of the world. but the truth burns every time he closes his eyes, he left because he was weak. too weak to hold both you and his convictions.
and yet… every step away from you feels like bleeding.
he wonders if you think of him, or if you’ve learned to forget. the thought of your laughter belonging to someone else makes his throat close. he crushes his fists into his palms until his nails cut skin, but nothing can ground him in a world where you aren’t his.
but you’re gone. and all he has left is the silence and bloodshed he chose.
a/n: hi everyone <3 posting has not been consistent at all, but im planning to work hard for everyone over the weekend!! if u have a req for anything send it to me pls!! much love to all of u!
a/n: i worked on this for a lil bit thats why smau uploads came to a hault for a bit </3 HOPE u enjoy though!!
SATORU GOJO
Gojo is a surprisingly thoughtful romantic underneath his cocky exterior. He treats love like a joke on the surface, but you know better.
He's obsessed with random affection at all hours. He'll call or text you at 3 a.m. just to say, "Hey. I saw a dumb meme and thought of you. That’s love, right?"
Loves to spoil you rotten, and not just with money, though the man absolutely throws money around like candy. He gives you time, attention, affection. Always there when you need him, even when you say you're fine.
Gojo is the type to publicly show off his love. Arm slung around your shoulders, cheek kisses in the middle of the street, purposely talks louder so people hear he’s got someone like you.
His way of expressing love is teasing: "Babe, you’re lucky I’m so pretty. Who else would match your insane energy?"
But in quiet moments, he gets scarily real. He’ll cup your face, thumb tracing your cheekbone, and whisper, “You’re the only peace I have in this world, y’know that?”
He brings you your favorite snacks after long missions or shitty days, always remembering the little things, even if he pretends he doesn’t.
The one thing he never jokes about is losing you. The idea terrifies him, though he'd never admit it out loud.
SUGURU GETO
Suguru is soft, steady, and just a little bit intense. His love is intentional. He doesn’t love casually, if he's chosen you, it's serious.
Always touches you gently, like he’s memorizing the feel of your skin. Brushing hair behind your ear, holding your hand under the table, slow kisses to your temple.
He’s the quiet caretaker. If you're sick, he’s already boiled herbal tea, fluffed your pillows, and drawn a bath. If you're sad, he doesn’t push, just holds you. Lets you unravel gently in his arms.
Suguru values emotional safety. He’s your sounding board, your protector, your person. He makes you feel safe to be soft.
His love is grounding. One look from him can silence your spiraling thoughts. "Breathe. I’m right here," he’ll murmur into your hair.
He reads to you when you're anxious, long fingers lazily turning the pages while you rest against his chest.
He’s not overly jealous—but if someone disrespects you, his voice goes low, dangerous: "You should rethink how you speak to them."
He’ll tuck little notes into your pockets when you're apart. Quotes, poems, little pieces of his heart.
KENTO NANAMI
Nanami is the embodiment of quiet devotion. He may not say "I love you" ten times a day—but he shows it in everything he does.
He plans out every date to perfection. Even casual ones. You mention once that you like rooftop sunsets? He finds the perfect one. Blankets, pastries, wine, and his favorite view—you.
He keeps his love simple but unshakable. A hand on your lower back in a crowd. Soft kisses on your shoulder every morning. Reading the news while his hand rests on your thigh.
He always notices when you're off. “You’ve barely touched your coffee. Want to talk about it?”
Nanami remembers everything. How you like your food. The scent you wear. The way you bite your lip when you’re nervous.
He hates yelling, hates fighting. He’d rather sit down, hold your hands and talk it through. His love is mature, even when he feels like the world is crumbling.
His favorite thing is quiet evenings curled up with you, jazz playing in the background, his arm around your waist while you fall asleep on his chest.
When he calls you “my love,” it’s with full sincerity, like there’s no one else in the world he could mean.
TOJI FUSHIGURO
Toji doesn’t get traditional romance. But what he lacks in textbook tenderness, he makes up for in feral devotion.
He’ll never say "I love you" unprompted, but he brings home food every time. Wraps you in his jacket when it’s cold. Pulls you into his lap without a word when he’s missed you.
His love is possessive. Not in a toxic way, just primal. "You’re mine," he’ll grunt in your ear while tugging you closer on the couch.
He gets quiet when he’s worried about you. He’ll watch you sleep after a fight, jaw tight, thinking how the hell did I get someone like this?
When you're insecure, he’ll tilt your chin up and say, dead serious, "You don’t see yourself how I see you. If you did, you’d never doubt."
He doesn’t do soft things easily, but he tries—for you. Cooking something edible. Letting you nap on his chest. Letting you in.
He kisses with urgency, like every second might be the last. But he holds you so gently when you cry.
His idea of romance is protection. He’ll take every hit, every blow, he’d bleed for you before he’d ever let you be hurt.
CHOSO KAMO
Choso is pure, intense, and achingly sincere. Loving you is the most precious thing that’s ever happened to him—and he treats it that way.
He always asks before touching you. Always waits for your "yes." And when you give it, his hands tremble a little.
He wants to learn you. What makes you laugh, what comforts you, what songs you hum when you’re tired.
He writes you letters when he can’t sleep, never sending them, just pouring out his heart. You found a box of them once. You cried. He kissed every tear.
He gives you flowers just because. Often plucked from somewhere random, slightly lopsided, but given with the most loving eyes.
When you’re sad, he just holds you, no words, no pressure. He lets you fall apart on him, and stays whole so you don’t have to be.
He’s incredibly tender with affection. Stroking your hair. Holding your face. Kissing your hands over and over like they’re sacred.
He gets flustered when you flirt. You call him handsome, and his ears turn red. You kiss his nose, and he short-circuits.
You’re the first thing that’s ever made him want to hope for more. So he loves you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, but trusts you every time you stay.
RYOMEN SUKUNA (HEIAN ERA)
Sukuna does not know how to love gently. But he loves you, deeply, darkly, and with an obsession that borders on dangerous.
He’d never say "I love you" aloud, not like others do, but it’s in the way he watches you sleep. The way he growls when someone else looks at you too long.
His love is all-consuming. "You’re mine," is not a pet name—it’s a truth. An oath. A warning.
He doesn’t understand softness at first. So when you’re kind to him, when you cup his cheek and kiss his scars, he freezes. You shake something in him.
He carves your name into things, walls, stone, the hearts of those who cross you. He wears reminders of you like armor.
You soothe his rage like nothing else. He could be soaked in blood, eyes wild, and one touch from you, and stops his rampage.
He doesn’t do gifts. But he’ll conquer lands for you. Destroy kingdoms for your name.
When you cry, he looks lost. He’ll rage at the world for hurting you but be so painfully gentle when he holds you, like he’s afraid you’ll break.
You teach him how to love. And he teaches you what it means to be chosen by a god.