your snow leopard hybrid boyfriend satoru gets the zoomies (・∀・)
the first crash happens at 2:17 in the morning.
you know this because the sound is so loud, so violent, so utterly destructive, that you jolt awake with your heart in your throat and immediately slap around your bedside table for your phone like a woman being hunted.
your screen lights up: 2:17am.
from the living room comes a second crash. then a thump. then the unmistakable sound of enormous paws skidding across hardwood.
you stare at the ceiling, questioning your life choices.
“toru.”
silence, too much silence.
you sit up slowly, clutching the blanket to your chest. “satoru.”
a blur of white and grey shoots past the bedroom doorway making you blink. then two seconds later, it shoots past again in the opposite direction.
oh.
oh, no.
“satoru, are you having zoomies?”
there is a pause. then a deep, chirping trill echoes from the hallway, sealing your fate.
you groan and fall back against the pillows.
because snow leopard zoomies are not like house cat zoomies. house cat zoomies involve little claws, frantic hallway laps, maybe one knocked-over cup if the cat is feeling malicious. snow leopard zoomies involve a creature the size of a very expensive couch launching himself through your apartment like a furry missile with abandonment issues.
another thunderous thump shakes the wall and you finally throw the blanket off and stumble out of bed.
the hallway is dim, silvered by moonlight sneaking through the blinds. somewhere in the apartment, claws click against the floor as satoru scrambles for traction.
then he appears.
a massive snow leopard skids around the corner, fluffy tail whipping behind him like a banner. his pale blue eyes are enormous, pupils blown wide. his ears are perked. his mouth is slightly open in what can only be described as a deranged little grin.
he freezes when he sees you.
you freeze too.
“hi,” you say slowly.
his tail gives one excited lash.
“no.”
he crouches.
“satoru, no.”
his back end wiggles.
“do not pounce on me.”
he pounces anyway.
though not fully. even in his most unhinged animal form, some part of him is always careful with you. he lands short, front paws slapping against the floor right in front of your feet, shoulders low, tail lashing. then he springs backwards, head tossing like he’s challenging you.
you look down at him and he looks up at you. then he lets out the smallest, most ridiculous chirp.
you cover your face.
“you woke me up because you want to play?”
another chirp.
“at two in the morning?”
his whiskers twitch and you sigh.
“you are so lucky you’re cute.”
that, apparently, is permission. because satoru bolts.
he rockets down the hallway, hits the rug, slides halfway across the living room, then scrambles upright with all the dignity of an apex predator who has absolutely no business living in an apartment with polished floors. his paws thump wildly as he tears in a circle around the coffee table.
you follow him into the living room, yawning.
the damage is not as bad as you feared.
one cushion on the floor. one throw blanket dragged halfway across the room. a decorative bowl overturned but not broken. the remote has vanished, likely sacrificed to whatever ancient spirit possesses snow leopard hybrids after midnight.
satoru crouches behind the couch so only his ears are visible.
you narrow your eyes. “i can see you.”
the ears flatten.
“you are the size of a small horse.”
his tail flicks up from behind the couch.
“yes, i can see that too.”
slowly, dramatically, he peeks over the back of the couch. his big blue eyes blink at you. once. twice. then he ducks down again.
you stand there, arms crossed, trying very hard not to smile.“are we playing hide and seek?”
he chirps.
“you’re very bad at it.”
he pops up again, offended. you take one step toward him but then he vanishes.
the next second, he bursts from the side of the couch and races past you so closely that his tail brushes your calves. you yelp and grab the armchair for balance.
“satoru!”
he skids near the kitchen, turns too sharply, and bumps his hip into the cabinet. a soft thud. he pauses immediately.
you gasp. “oh my god. are you okay?”
satoru turns to look at you. for one sincere second, you are worried. then he flops dramatically onto the floor on his side. all four paws limp. tail still.
dead to the world.
you stare at him. “be so serious right now.”
nothing.
“satoru.”
his ear twitches, the only indication that he’s heard you.
“you cannot fake your own death because you bumped your butt.”
he releases a long, tragic huff.
you walk over and crouch beside him. “poor baby. did the mean cabinet attack you?”
his eyes remain closed, but his tail thumps once.
“devastating. should we sue?”
another tail thump.
you reach out and rub his side, fingers sinking into thick, impossibly soft fur. “my brave boy.”
his purr starts instantly. deep, smug, and utterly shameless.
“oh, i see. this was a scam.”
he rolls onto his back and your mouth falls open.
“do not show me your belly as a distraction.”
his front paws curl against his chest. you stare at the white fluff of his stomach. he blinks up at you.
you last for all of two seconds.
“fine.”
the moment you touch his belly, his paws close around your wrist. gently. carefully. like a trap made of velvet and enormous claws he would never use on you.
“you big baby.”
he kicks lightly at your forearm with his back paws. not enough to hurt, just enough to play.
“are you bunny-kicking me?”
he makes a pleased little sound.
you laugh, tired and helpless, as he bats at your sleeve, catches your hand, releases it, then catches it again. each time you pull away, he follows with laser focus, head tilting, whiskers forward.
it’s so deeply unfair that something so dangerous can be this cute.
you wiggle your fingers and his pupils grow wider.
“no biting.”
he opens his mouth anyway.
“toru, come on.”
very slowly, with exaggerated innocence, he closes his mouth around your sleeve instead of your hand.
you gasp. “you little criminal.”
he tugs and you tug back. his paws clamp around your wrist again.
the two of you enter what can only be described as the world’s lowest-stakes tug-of-war, except your opponent is a giant snow leopard with supernatural strength and the emotional maturity of a spoiled house cat. he could win instantly.
instead, he lets you pull your sleeve free just enough to think you have a chance, then tugs it back with a delighted chirp.
“you are enjoying this way too much.”
his tail sweeps across the floor and you make the mistake of laughing.
satoru freezes. his head lifts. his ears perk.
you know that look.
“no.”
he launches up.
you scramble backwards, but he is already moving, bolting around you in one fast, fluffy circle before darting back into the hallway. his paws thunder against the floor again.
zoomies: resumed.
you stay on the floor for a moment, dizzy with sleep and laughter, listening to him tear through the apartment with the unrestrained joy of a creature who has remembered he possesses legs.
he does three laps.
then four.
then something falls over in the bedroom.
“satoru!”
he reappears in the hallway with one of your slippers in his mouth.
you gasp. “drop it.”
he freezes and the slipper dangles from his teeth.
“drop. it.”
his ears flatten.
“don’t you dare.”
slowly, very slowly, he lowers the slipper to the floor.
you soften. “good boy.”
his tail gives an enormous, happy flick. then he picks it up again and runs.
“are you serious?!”
by the time you catch up to him, he has dragged the slipper onto the rug and is lying with both front paws planted over it like a dragon guarding treasure. his chin rests on top. his eyes are half-lidded with satisfaction.
you stand above him, hands on hips. “that is mine.”
he purrs.
“give it back.”
he presses his chin more firmly onto the slipper.
“you have three beds, two blankets, and an entire closet of stolen hoodies to nest in.”
his eyes flick toward you.
“do not act impoverished.”
he rolls his cheek against the slipper and you soften despite yourself. because of course. of course it smells like you.
“oh,” you say quietly. “you missed me?”
his purr falters for half a second. then grows softer.
the zoomie-bright energy in him shifts. still playful, but less frantic now. he blinks at you slowly, once, then again, the universal cat language of trust, affection, love.
and your heart twists.
“baby,” you murmur. you lower yourself onto the rug beside him.
satoru immediately abandons the slipper and presses his massive head into your lap.
“there he is,” you whisper, scratching behind his ear. “my poor neglected boy.”
he huffs.
“you slept beside me for four hours.”
he huffs again, more offended this time.
“sorry. my poor, tragically abandoned boy.”
that seems to satisfy him.
he melts into your lap as much as a giant snow leopard can, purring so deeply you feel it through your legs. his body is still buzzing faintly with leftover energy. every now and then, his paw twitches like he’s imagining another sprint. but mostly, he’s here. heavy and warm and soft beneath your hands.
you stroke along his face, over the bridge of his nose, down to the plush fur under his chin.
his eyes flutter closed.
“sleepy now?”
he refuses to answer.
“all that chaos and now you’re tired?”
his tail curls around your ankle.
“mm. thought so.”
you keep petting him until the last of the wildness drains out of his body. the apartment goes quiet again except for the soft rumble of his purr and the distant hum of the fridge. moonlight spills across the rug. the overturned cushion lies forgotten near the couch.
satoru nudges your hand so you scratch under his chin.his back paw kicks once making you pause.
he opens one eye and you smile.
“still does that, huh?”
he goes very still.
“your little foot,” you clarify.
his ears flatten.
“no, ‘s okay, it’s cute.”
he grumbles, then presses his face into your stomach to hide.
you laugh softly and bend over him, kissing the top of his head. “don’t be embarrassed. i love your little foot.”
the shift happens against you.
one moment your arms are full of dense fur and enormous warmth, and the next, that warmth folds inward, reshaping itself in a shimmer of pale light. paws become hands. the heavy body across your lap becomes long limbs and bare skin beneath an oversized sleep shirt. soft rounded ears become white, triangular snow leopard ears tucked into messy hair, and his thick spotted tail remains curled around your ankle like he is not quite ready to let go.
satoru ends up half-sprawled over you in hybrid form, face buried in your stomach, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
“don’t call it my little foot,” he mumbles.
his voice is scratchy with sleep.
you grin. “but it was little.”
“it was not little. nothing about me is little.”
“it kicked.”
“lies.”
“it kicked twice.”
“you’re being mean to me after i almost died.”
“you bumped your hip on a cabinet.”
“yeah, violently.”
“the cabinet is fine.”
he lifts his head just enough to glare at you. his cheeks are pink. his ears are still slightly flattened from embarrassment, though one of them twitches when you reach up and smooth your thumb along the base.
“don’t try to distract me by being cute,” he says.
“i think that’s usually your move.”
“and yet here you are, weaponizing tenderness.”
you cup his face and he goes quiet.
his eyes soften immediately, all the leftover mischief giving way to something sleepy and open.
“hi,” you whisper.
his mouth curves. “hi.”
“zoomies over?”
“for now.”
you smile. “that’s ominous.”
“i’m a mysterious creature.”
“you stole my slipper.”
“also mysterious.”
you continue. “you tried to eat my sleeve.”
“affectionately.”
you laugh, and his tail gives a pleased flick around your ankle.
then his expression changes. not very dramatically. just enough that you notice the soft drop of his gaze, the way his fingers curl into the hem of your shirt.
“couldn’t sleep,” he finally admits.
your teasing fades.
“yeah?”
he hums.
“bad dream?”
“not bad.” he shifts closer, resting his cheek against your stomach again. “just woke up and you were asleep, and everything was quiet, and then i got restless.”
you run your fingers through his hair. “so naturally you caused property damage.”
“barely any property damage.”
“pretty sure the remote is missing.”
“the remote knows what it did.”
you smile, but your touch stays gentle.
satoru’s ears relax slowly beneath your hand. in hybrid form, he can hide behind words better. jokes. grins. that bright, unbearable charm of his. but his tail always gives him away. right now, it’s curled around you like a question.
you tug lightly at his shirt. “come here.”
he obeys instantly, crawling fully into your lap despite being far too tall for that to make sense. he folds himself around you with the determined lack of shame of someone who has never once believed in personal space. long arms around your waist. face tucked into your neck. ears brushing your jaw.
“you are heavy,” you wheeze.
“strong mate,” he murmurs.
“absolutely not. do not caveman me at two in the morning.”
“strong beloved.”
“better.”
his laugh is warm against your skin.
for a while, the two of you sit there on the rug in the moonlight, tangled together beside the couch. you scratch slowly at the base of his ears, and he makes a sound so soft it’s almost embarrassing. his tail slides over your lap, heavy and plush. every time your fingers pause, it flicks against your thigh in complaint.
satoru lifts his head, looking very pleased with himself.
his hair is a mess. his ears are perked again, alert and fluffy. there is still a faint wildness in his eyes from the zoomies, but it has gone soft around the edges. domesticated by your hands. by your lap. by the sleepy warmth of being loved without needing to ask for it.
you brush your thumb over his cheek.
“you feeling better?”
satoru leans into your touch before he can pretend not to.
“yeah,” he says softly. then, after a beat, “you always make it quiet.”
your chest aches. “is that good?”
he looks at you like the answer is obvious. “it’s my favourite.”
you pull him closer.
he comes willingly, melting against you with a sigh that sounds almost like his old purr. maybe it still is, buried somewhere deeper in his chest. you feel it when he presses close, a faint vibration of contentment.
“bed?” you murmur.
he shakes his head against you. “couch.”
“we’ll wake up sore.”
“worth it.”
“you say that because you’re going to sleep on top of me.”
his silence is damning.
“satoru.”
“i had a very active night,” he whines.
“you had zoomies.”
“exactly. athletic recovery is important.”
you roll your eyes, but when he pulls you down with him onto the rug first, then onto the pile of fallen blankets and couch cushions, you let him. it becomes less of a couch nap and more of a nest, one he constructs with great seriousness by dragging the blanket over both of you and tucking his tail around your legs.
finally, when you’re tucked against him and his arms are snug around you, the apartment settles. no more crashing. no more skidding paws. no more stolen slippers. just satoru breathing softly beside you, one ear pressed slightly crooked against the cushion, his tail twitching slower and slower as sleep creeps back in.
you scratch under his chin one last time and his foot kicks. only once. but his eyes snap open.
you stare at him.
he stares at you.
“don’t,” he warns.
you press your lips together.
“i said don’t.”
“i’m not saying anything.”
“you’re smiling.”
“i’m allowed.”
he narrows his eyes, then tucks your head under his chin so you can’t look at him anymore.
“go to sleep.”
you laugh quietly against his chest. “goodnight, my big baby boy.”
he groans. “awful. cruel. unlovable.”
“you’re very lovable.”
his arms tighten around you. a second passes in silence. then, very quietly, “yeah?”
you soften. “yeah.”
his tail curls happily around your calf.
“good,” he mumbles.
and with the last of his wild little midnight storm finally gone, satoru falls asleep wrapped around you, warm and heavy and impossibly soft, like the whole apartment was only ever meant to be a place where he could run himself breathless and still end up safe in your arms.
I like smut as much as the next person but yall aren't even trying to write anymore. All fanfic on here is just 300 words of sex and then just tagging any character you think fits.
baby yuji loves his pretty auntie who brought him his favorite plush tiger! I wanted to do something cute cos I love bby yuji
“auntieeeeeeee!!!” the little glob of sunshine screeched and crashed face first into your thigh. he always loved when you visited him and his uncle kuna. you always indulged his childish antics, let him ramble for literally hours about tigers and his best friend megumi (poor kid had the attention span of a hyperactive puppy) how could he not love you?
“can she at least get through the damn door before you go tacklin’ her?” sukuna scolds the tot but there’s no true bite to his bark. “and stop calling her that, punk.” the kid hisses at him, bearing his two missing front teeth, all the while you chuckle above him. the man couldn’t get two seconds alone with you while the kid was around, but honestly it seemed healthy to have you around. yuji opened up about some of the things he was going through to you a lot easier than he did with his uncle. sukuna had temporary custody of the little boy until his twin brother and sister in law got themselves together. you gave both of them some relief when it came to that delicate situation.
back to the present, yuji clings to your leg, arms and legs wrapped around you in a vice grip. he tries to take a peak inside the paper bag you’re keeping out of his reach.
“stop being mean to my nephew,” you say, and commence an awkward waddle-walk to the couch where sukuna’s leaned back on. once you finally coax the boy off of your leg, he squeezes in between his two favorite people on the couch to watch, in sukuna’s words a “boring ass movie,” to which you reminded him a child was present and not to swear in front of a kid.
“auntie?” he asks, brown eyes magnetized to the movie still.
“yes?”
“whats in the baggie?” he notices the glance you give up to sukuna, who’s casually snuck his arm across the couch behind your head. sukuna shrugs. your bones pop as you stretch, and you hop off the couch to head to the dining room table where you placed the bag. yuji springs up right after you, feet pitter pattering across the apartment floor.
“close your eyes,” you say, but yuji’s too excited and is already barreling a plethora of questions at you. it’s so cute—you honestly would let him go on for the rest of the night, but ryomen cuts the toddler off.
“just close your eyes, brat,” he commands with a slight bass in his voice. he snaps his eyes shut and puffs out his cheeks, holding his breath in anticipation as he hears you rustle the bag for a moment.
“okay, you can open them now!” he slowly opens his eyes, and as he does, they nearly pop out from his head. he squeals excitedly and bounces up and down, his tiny body spasming in pure joy.
“baby, the neighbors!”
“sowwy!” sukuna sighs. yuji reaches for the tiger, but recoils, as if he’s not sure if he wants to take it or not.
“uncle sukuna told me you were having a hard time sleeping, so I thought this little guys would help keep the nightmares away,” you explained. you urged him to take the toy. he looks back between the stuffed tiger and his uncle, who was watching from his spot on the couch.
“you just gonna stand there or are you gonna take the damn tiger?” yuji snatches the tiger and squeals a bunch of rushed together “thank you’s!”and crushed the toy in a death hug.
“THANK YOU THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU FOREVER!! I WISH MY UNCLE WOULD MARRY YOU!!!”
“alright, bedtime,” sukuna suddenly says and gets up from the couch and ushers the child to the back of the apartment. you giggled at the scene before you. sukuna glares but you pay him no mind. you of course, also help him get ready for the night.
later on, you tell the little boy goodnight, and leave him with his uncle for a few moments. he looked so comfy and snug with his little tiger he affectionately named after you.
as yuji drifts off into sleep, he reaches his stubby fingers for his uncles strong hands.
“uncle ‘kuna, um, can she stay?” it was a loaded question. he watches as his nephew falls asleep instead of giving him an answer.
*gently takes your face in my hands* hey. remember that fandom is for fun. if you're not having fun it is ok to step back. if you're intentionally making it unfun for others it is ok to step back. none of this is real. go sit in the sun and smell a flower. i love you.
and maybe he was finally being punished for the lineages he’d ended and the villages he had destroyed to deserve this.
a wife who became intellectual from the sake.
he approached you sure footed, he always knew where you were. just from the way you hugged your knees and gazed towards the sky he knew you were undoubtedly drunk.
you didn’t even look at him when he sat down.
“i demanded your presence” he spoke settling into a pose slightly similar to yours.
you hummed absently, “i was thinking.”
you’d gone strangely quiet.
that was always the first sign.
no dramatics. no stumbling around his estate. no demanding affection or starting arguments for entertainment.
instead, you became thoughtful.
suddenly you turned in your spot on the engawa, noting the lucidity of the night, and the silence that followed with the rest of the palace workers gone to rest until the next day.
“may i ask you a question my lord?” you patted sukuna’s thigh to get his attention.
he didn’t move, nor reply but didn’t object either.
“do you think people like me are remembered?”
sukuna glanced sideways at you, “people like you?”
you picked up ur drink and tilted the cup slowly, watching the sake shift inside it.
“women beside powerful men.”
ah.
there it was.
that strange melancholy that sometimes surfaced when you drank too much.
sukuna knew it was not insecurity even if he didn’t understand further, it still intrigued him how much it mattered for the human race, to be remembered.
“the names of emperors are remembered,” you continued softly, “warriors, clan heads, men who shape eras”
crickets chirped and a low wind carried the scent of jasmines planted at your request, across the foyer.
“but the women beside them become footnotes at best, most of them don’t even make it to the scroll”
sukuna rested one arm across his knee, keen on voicing his opinion, “you care too much about history”
“i think history reveals what people consider valuable”
your voice remained stoic, thoughtful.
“no one writes about the woman who sat beside the monster,” you murmured, “only the monster himself”
a pause.
then sukuna turned his head slowly toward you, amusement flickering across his face.
“so i am a monster to you?”
you blinked at him.
“well objectively”
the silence afterward lasted exactly one second before sukuna barked out a laugh, “and yet you still sit beside me”
“that’s because I’ve already accepted i have questionable judgment” you wave your glass in the air dismissively, “stop changing the topic, kuna” you scolded him.
the term, his name so lovingly shortened rolled of your tongue with such ease and no honorific, only dismissible due to your drunken state.
or maybe always.
sukuna chose not to comment on it, settling for a humble,
“hm.”
“in the grand scheme of things, what am i? if not just a speck in your life” he opened his mouth ready to retort when you held up a hand, silencing him.
how did you not see your own importance? who else could command the king of curses in such a way?
“but to me, this is everything. this is all i have and it makes it all the more precious..that it all just ends one day” you giggle a bit, melancholics a right of passage in this state.
“alas, forgotten” you rest your cheek on your knee wistfully looking up at sukuna ready for him to speak.
but he’s silent, woeful and utterly silent.
could it be that you’d gone too far? the haze from the sake wasn’t helping clearly you had misjudged, to get out of such a situation deemed to be a deplorable task even for the likes of you.
“forget i said that,” you mumble, a weak laugh caught in your throat, “the sake is making me sentimental”
“humans,” sukuna says quietly, “speak of being forgotten because your lives are too short to endure insignificance”
his voice is absent of mockery.
“you fear death less than you fear leaving no mark behind”
your brows knit slightly, you hadn’t expected him to understand at all.
he watches the lantern flame instead of you now.
“but i have lived long enough to know memory is not mercy” you watch the wind ruffle his peculiar crimson tinted hair as he speaks,
“entire eras rot inside me: names, faces, wars, prayers” his expression hardens faintly “none of them matter, time erodes all things evenly.”
for a moment, he looks exhausted by his own immortality. you had not expected that at all.
you swallow.
“then what’s the point?” you ask softly.
his eyes flick back to yours.
and for the first time that night, sukuna looks almost caught off guard by the answer forming within himself.
“there is none,” he says. “not in the grand scheme you speak of” he lightens his tone mocking the pitch of your voice and you smile faintly.
his gaze lowers briefly to your slumped posture, your tired eyes, the warmth of your knee brushing his side without fear.
“but meaning was never something inherent.”
a pause.
“it is assigned”
you feel the weight of the statement as sukuna leans back slightly, like the admission itself irritates him.
“do you think i would sit here entertaining drunken philosophy for just anyone?” there’s no softness in his tone. if anything, it’s sharp, defensive.
he’s offended by the importance of you in his life which makes it all the more devastating.
one day, when you passed on forgotten or not, he would remain and he would remember. you hadn’t thought about it like that, you had thought only for yourself, the realization was jarring.
“centuries pass like weather to me,” he murmurs. “yet i know the sound of your footsteps apart from others. i know when your silence means anger and when it means sorrow. i know when your kisses are thoughtless things, and when they linger like a final act.”
his jaw tightens subtly.
“so if all existence amounts to dust eventually..” his eyes narrow at you, almost accusingly, “then explain why you alone remain.”
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ dad!toji witnesses his son’s first steps and it nearly makes the grown man cry.
“gumi, look here,” you coo at your child who’s sitting in his playpen. you’re laying against some stuffed animals, too tired to move after doing all kinds of chores. the baby looks up at you with curious eyes and you take your chance to make a silly face.
megumi giggles and responds by throwing a small toy your way. it accidentally hits your head, though luckily it isn’t anything too heavy.
toji, who laid lazily on the opposite side of the playpen, watches the scene unfold. he grins once he sees you rub the spot on your forehead, “oi, megumi, careful with y’r mama.”
you chuckle, dropping the dramatic act. you ruffle megumi’s hair a bit before standing up. a yawn escapes your lips and you stretch your arms above your head—clearly in need of a break.
“i’m gonna take a quick nap, honey,” your eyes meet toji’s. your husband nods and sits up with a groan. he’s also sleepy, but he knows that you did most of the work today. he’ll gladly watch over megumi while you rest and regain your energy.
megumi starts to fuss the moment you step out of the playpen. his tiny hands reach out to you—the little boy clearly too attached to his mother. toji shakes his head and effortlessly picks his son up and puts him on his lap, “naw, y’re stuck with me buddy. mama’s gotta rest.”
megumi squirms around and whimpers. he’s clearly not interested in his dad at the moment. toji sighs and tries his best to keep the baby still, but to no avail.
“mama! mama!” the baby’s cries for you breaks your heart. you stop a a couple steps away and turn around with a pout. you notice how megumi is kicking his legs, thrashing around in toji’s arms in attempt to free himself.
you sigh and crouch down, “gumi, mama’s sleepy. . papa’s gonna play with you, okay?”
megumi, of course, does not understand what you mean. he thinks you’re leaving him alone and it causes him to wail loudly. you’re about to console your son, but backtrack when you notice how megumi’s starting to stand up on his own.
his chubby legs are barely holding his body weight up. the balance is hard to find for the baby, yet he still does his utmost best. he nearly trips from just standing.
even toji looks on with wide eyes and a hint of a prideful grin on his lips. he’s silently encouraging his son in his head.
“ma..ma,” megumi babbles. he almost topples over, but toji’s quick reflexes come in handy. a big hand keeps the baby standing straight. the dark-haired man carefully lets go again, however keeps his hand near his son’s body. just in case.
neither toji nor you could believe what was happening. you both watch in awe as megumi’s left foot moves forward—the right one copying that same movement.
your precious boy, taking his first steps right in front of you both to witness. it’s a heartwarming sight. you hold your breath and toji’s lips part slightly. your husband has yet to grasp why this scene in front of him makes him feel so. . . giddy on the inside.
“c’mon! come to mama!” you squeal excitedly and open your arms, encouraging megumi to your best ability.
the tiny boy giggles and moves his limbs as fast as they could go. his chubby hands flail around as he quickly walks over to you.
toji stares at his family and that’s when it hits him; how much he loves this peaceful life. his son just achieved another great milestone that he had the honour of witnessing firsthand. it made him happy that he chose this path instead of the more ‘darker’ one.
it also nearly causes your husband to shed some tears from pure joy. but, toji didn’t want to seem too ‘soft’. even if he secretly is for his wife and child.
toji coughs subtly. totally not to get rid of the irritating lump in his throat. a ghost of a smile appears on his face while he got up, immediately moving towards megumi and you.
“good job, kiddo,” toji says as he puts his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. he stares down at megumi in your arms—the little boy getting drowned in kisses and compliments.
your ears twitch. there’s no denying it; the faint crack in toji’s voice. you give your kid a break from your overwhelming affection and tilt your head back. your eyes meet your husband’s.
you grin when you see how he quickly avoids your gaze. something he never does unless he’s. . .
“gonna cry?”
toji rolls his eyes at your question. he ignores your teasing by trying to change the subject. he focuses on megumi who’s still going absolutely wild in your embrace—cutely demanding more praise and kisses.
“daddy can also give ya some kisses, y’know,” toji pokes megumi’s cheek, fascinated by the plush fat. the baby stops babbling the moment his dad talks to him. he looks up at toji and then back at the finger still prodding at his cheek.
megumi opens his mouth and doesn’t waste a single second. he goes for a playful bite, though his little baby teeth do no real damage, “yumm.”
you giggle at the way megumi frowns at toji, his teeth holding tightly onto toji’s fingertip. it’s time for your husband to take over the dramatics now.
“hey, that ain’t so nice now,” toji hisses and leans forward until his face is right in front of megumi—a similar frown on both the dad and son’s faces. they really do look alike now that you see them both from up close again.
megumi only bites down more on the finger in his mouth and toji reacts to that by feigning his anger. it’s amusing to see how neither of them gives up first.
but, it’s also rather cute to see how the father-son dynamic plays out in cozy family moments like these.
your eyes focus back on toji’s face and you can’t help but smile to yourself. he’s a good husband and father; always there for the both of you. his own way of showing support for megumi’s first steps is rather heartwarming. plus, the playful banter between the two never fails to make any moment all the more precious.
synopsis: your beloved husband, kento nanami, surprises you with breakfast in bed the morning of your third wedding anniversary, making sure you and the tiny life growing inside you was taken care of.
content warning: mentions of pregnancy, marriage, fluffy sweetness, slice of life, nanami is the best husband ever.
word count: 2.1k
• not my artwork!! credits to the creator of this cutesy fanart <3
The first thing you notice when you wake is the warmth, but not the usual peaceful warmth of your shared bed, or the familiar weight of him resting beside you, but something softer and layered. The sunlight filters through the curtains in gentle streaks, painting golden shadows across the bedroom as you brush your fingertips over the freshly smoothed out sheets, watching the sunlight cast golden rays over your skin. There’s a faint scent lingering in the air, something warm, buttery, and sweet, threaded with the delicate fragrance of fresh flowers.
And then you notice the absence, eyes opening fully as your fingertips instinctively crawl toward the empty space beside you. The indentation in the mattress tells you that he hasn't been gone long, still lingering with the soothing proof of his warmth.
You push yourself up slowly, one hand resting gently over your stomach, cradling the bump with that protective maternal instinct. Five months along, and you’re still getting used to it, the subtle changes of having something growing inside you, like nurturing a blossoming flower. Some mornings are heavier than others, leaving your energy dulled around the edges, but today feels different. It feels lighter somehow, maybe it’s the gentle sunlight, or the way the air smells like something is waiting.
You’re just about to call out his name when the door creaks open, letting him step carefully inside the bedroom, even the usual creaky hinges respecting the quiet morning. Nanami is already dressed, but not in his work attire. Instead, he’s wearing a soft, fitted shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly at his forearms, paired with dark-colored slacks. His hair is still slightly damp, combed back with that same meticulous perfection he applies to everything, but today, there’s a looseness to him, a rare softness that only shows itself when he’s at home with you.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” He says, his voice warm and steady, carefully carrying a wooden tray in his hands.
“Kento?” You blink at him, still slightly dazed from just waking up.
He approaches the bed, movements careful and deliberate, as if he’s handling something far more fragile than a breakfast tray. “You’re awake earlier than I anticipated, love.” He said, a faint hint of amusement in his tone, subtle enough that anyone else might miss it.
“I could say the same about you, Kento.” You retort, shifting so you can sit more upright, propped against the pillows, hand never leaving your growing stomach.
His gaze flickers down to your stomach, just for a moment, but his expression softens in a way that makes your heart flutter warmly. “I had things to prepare, sweetheart,” Nanami replies simply, setting the tray across your lap, giving you a clear view of the breakfast he prepared.
There are pancakes, lightly golden with fresh raspberries and blueberries, and a ceramic jar of syrup placed near the plate. A small dish of fruits, strawberries, grapes, and kiwi, sliced in the way you always preferred. A cup of fresh chamomile tea, accompanied by small cups of creamer and honey, along with a spoon to stir everything.
“Kento, baby..” You whisper, fingers hovering just above the tray, eyes softening with appreciation.
“That’s not all,” Nanami adds, almost an afterthought, shifting just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the flowers. He places a small bouquet beside the tray, soft white peonies mixed with pale blush roses, tied together with a simple ribbon. “Happy anniversary, my dear.” He says softly, the warm smile on his face making your chest swell with adoration.
Three years had passed since the wedding.
Three years of quiet mornings and late evenings with shared dinners after waiting for him to come home, carrying the steady reassurance of his presence. Three years of learning the subtle ways he shows his care, the small adjustments, the silent considerations, and the way he always makes space for you without ever needing to say it aloud.
Your hand trembles slightly as you reach for the flowers, fingertips brushing against the delicate petals. “You remembered the peonies.”
“Of course, I did. They’re your favorite.” Nanami replied like it’s obvious, as if there was never a possibility that he wouldn’t remember. “They were the centerpieces at our wedding. I’ll always remember.”
“Kento, you didn’t have to do all this.” You say softly, blinking back the sudden sting of tears in your eyes.
“Yes, I did.” He says, gentle but firm. “It’s our anniversary, sweetheart.”
You look back at the tray, then at him. “You made all of this?”
“Yes.” He nods.
“You cooked breakfast.” You repeat, a soft disbelieving tone threading through your voice.
Nanami huffs lightly, the noise sounding like a breathless chuckle. “I’m capable of cooking for my wife. More than capable, love.”
A small laugh spills over your lips, something in his expression easing as the lightness of the sound, something motherly and warm. It’s a subtle shift, but you see it in the way his shoulders relax, tension fading away as his lips curve into a subtle smile.
You pour the syrup over the pancakes, cutting a small piece out of the fluffiness, humming in approval at the buttery yet sweet taste. “You woke up early for this, didn’t you?” You ask, glancing at him over the edge of your teacup.
“A little earlier than usual.” He said, happily watching you enjoy the breakfast he prepared.
“How early?” You asked him, raising your eyebrow in curiosity.
“Around six, only an hour earlier.” He said, chuckling lightly at your shocked expression, finding it overwhelmingly endearing.
“Six in the morning? You don’t wake up till seven, seven-thirty at the latest.” You repeat, still a little shocked.
“It gave me more than enough time to make sure everything was perfect for my dear wife.” He explained, emphasizing the wife part.
You stare at him, a slight pout of affection, touched by the sweet gesture. “You could have just taken me out to breakfast, honey.” You hummed, reaching out and gently brushing your fingers across his hand.
“I know, sweetheart. I prefer this, you’ve been exhausted lately.” He says, voice uncharacteristically softening at your light touch.
Your expression falters slightly because you didn’t think he’d notice, since you’ve been trying not to let the exhaustion show too much, along with the way your body doesn’t always cooperate the way it used to. “I wanted you to rest. Today, especially. You deserve it.” Nanami says, his voice quieter now, more intimate.
“You didn’t have to take care of everything on your own.” You say, fingertips reaching out for his wrist, brushing along the gentle curve.
“I don’t mind, love. It’s my responsibility.” He says, placing his hand over yours, stilling the delicate brush of your fingers against his skin, replaced by the own motion of his thumb caressing your palm.
“It’s not just your responsibility, it’s ours.” You counter gently, glancing at him with a light smirk.
He doesn’t respond for a moment, letting his gaze drop down to where your hand rests over his wrist before slowly lifting back to your face, his expression showing more vulnerability than he usually allows. “Yes, you got me there, love.” He says softly, a short, breathless laugh spilling out.
You smile faintly, giving his wrist a gentle squeeze beneath his hand before letting go so you can continue eating the breakfast he prepared. You take your time with the food, savoring each bite, because you know exactly how much care he put into this.
He watches you with a softened expression, taking small bites of the fruit you offer, or the syrupy pieces of pancake you lift toward him with your fork. “Is it acceptable?” He hums, taking a bite of the sliced kiwis.
“Acceptable?” You hum, taking another sip from the honeyed tea.
“The food. Do you like it?” He asks.
You stare at him for a second, shaking your head at his question, a soft laugh slipping over your lips. “Kento, it’s perfect.” You reassure him, setting the ceramic mug aside, then shifting the tray so you can lean toward him a little more. “Come here, honey.”
Nanami doesn’t hesitate, leaning forward slightly, already expecting your affectionate gestures. He laughs lightly as you press a few kisses to his cheek, whispering tiny thank yous as his body flushes with warmth. “You’re welcome, sweetheart, now eat.” He says, brushing your hair away from your face with a gentle sweep.
You smile to yourself, laughing lightly at his thoughtfulness, before returning to your tray of breakfast, still offering him pieces of fruit and pancakes. Once you finish eating, he takes the tray from you, setting it aside on the nightstand before giving you the entirety of his attention.
“Do you feel alright, sweetheart? He asks, fingers carding through your hair softly.
“I do, better than I have been lately.” You respond truthfully, leaning into his gentle touch.
Nanami hums lightly, nodding his head at your answer, his expression flashing with that attentive protectiveness. “Good, now make some room.” He says, adjusting the blanket draped across your lap as he sits on the mattress beside you.
The sunlight shifted with the morning, casting warmer streaks across the room, shining onto the white peonies on the nightstand. You move slightly, resting your head on his shoulder, the soothing familiarity of his presence wrapping around you warmly. “Can you believe it’s already been three years?” You murmur, even saying it leaves you with that surreal feeling.
Nanami shifts against you, draping an arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer against him. “They passed by quickly, didn’t they?” He asks, expiring the same level of surreality as his thumb brushes patterns across your shoulder.
“Did you ever think we’d get here?” You ask him, lips pursed together in thought.
“I did, but I never thought it would end up like this.” Nanami answers sincerely.
“Not like this?” You ask, tilting your head slightly, just enough to look up at him with a puzzled expression.
He glances down at you, those hazel eyes softening as they trail down to your stomach, where your hand is still cradling the growing bump. “Better, starting a family together.” He says.
“Our little family.” You whisper, reaching for his hand and gently resting it over your stomach, feeling him still beneath you, like he’s still nervous that pressing too firmly might cause some discomfort.
“I’ve been thinking about the future a lot.” He says quietly, his palm carefully rubbing your stomach, bunching the fabric of your lounge shirt.
“What about it?” You ask, shifting away from his body, staring up at him directly now.
He stays quiet for a moment, eyebrows knitted together as he chooses his words carefully. “Being around more, for the two of you. I know I work a lot, but with the baby, I should be around more.” He finally responds, his voice serious but gentle, like he’s been thinking about this for a while.
Your chest tightens with emotions, staring at him with a faint frown. “Kento, baby. You know, I’d never hold the business of your work schedule against you. You already do so much for the two of us.” You say, trying to reassure him.
His body relaxes slightly, exhaling at your words, appreciating the understanding nature you possess. “There is never enough when it comes to you, to our family.” He says, the words are firm, holding the heaviness of his devotion.
“Hey, look at me.” You whisper, reaching up to gently cup his cheek, shifting his attention to you, revealing the softness cracking through his usual steady composure. “You don’t have to carry everything by yourself, Kento. We’re a team, remember?” You ask him.
He exhales slowly, some of the tension easing from his expression as he nods his head, smiling despite himself. “Yes, I remember, sweetheart.” He hums, shifting slightly to adjust his position, making sure you’re more comfortable resting against him, arm still loosely draped around your shoulders.
“Rest a little longer, we don’t have any responsibilities today,” Nanami says, pressing a tender kiss against the top of your head, briefly catching the faint scent of your shampoo.
“Really? No work?” You ask, surprised.
“I took the day off.” He replies, glancing at you with a smile.
“You really are full of surprises today.” You laugh softly, snuggling a little closer against him, resting your head just below his shoulder, draping an arm across his abdomen.
The room grows quiet again, warm sunlight stretching across the bedroom as your eyes flutter shut again, letting yourself fully relax against him. His hand still rests over your stomach, fingertips tracing idle patterns along the subtle bump, the tender motions lulling you back into the half-awake state, keeping you wrapped in the warmth and gentleness of his presence.
• sigh, i wish nanami was real, anyway bye now!!! hope you enjoyed <3 (might be a little ooc and not fully proofread)
saw some fanart and now i'm in the mood for wholesome fluff so here's some cute headcanons for married newly wed satosugu.
newly wed satosugu who haven't gotten used to being married yet. both of them keep referring to each other as "boyfriend" instead of husband when they talk to other people because they keep forgetting they're married now. when suguru corrects his mistake, he does it awkwardly, blushing a little bit. but when satoru realizes his mistake, he jokes he has a boyfriend on the side. and then suguru gets annoyed at him and elbows him in ribs whenever he says that.
newly wed satosugu getting used to the golden wedding bands on their fingers. satoru showing off his ring as much as he can to anybody and everybody, gushing about how lucky and happy he is to be married to suguru. meanwhile, suguru is constantly rubbing his thumb over his ring for comfort whenever he feels sad or stressed out. the motion soothes him, the thought of satoru taking care of him and always being there for him easing his worries. he knows that even if satoru is away on a mission, if suguru were to call him, satoru would drop everything to come home and be by his side. the thought alone is enough to make suguru feel like everything will be alright. sometimes, when he's alone, he sees his ring glinting underneath the sunlight streaming in through the window and he smiles to himself, a hidden moment of love that's become a part of his daily routine.
newly wed satosugu spending their mornings together. satoru loves watching suguru sleep, enamored by how angelic suguru looks in the morning light. suguru wakes up to satoru staring at him with a soft smile on his face and he gets flustered, his heart melting. but he hides it behind playful annoyance. he lazily throws a pillow at satoru's face, complains about satoru being a creep first thing in the morning, but satoru just laughs it off, saying that it's not his fault suguru is so beautiful.
newly wed satosugu cooking breakfast together. satoru wrapping his arms around suguru's waist, hugging him from behind, kissing the nape of suguru's neck. both of them using "husband" any chance they can get. calling each other "husband" instead of using their names. suguru saying "my sweet husband satoru" and satoru saying "my lovely husband suguru." just them embracing the blissful married life and loving every second of it.
the room is a sanctuary of shadow and soft yellow lights, the kind of quiet that feels earned after a day of enduring the world's jagged and ugly edges.
the heavy curtains are drawn tight, his watch; the silver shackle that usually governs every second of his life - lies face down on the nightstand forgotten for the first time in a while.
without his suit, without the tie, nanami kento looks less caged and more like an ordinary man; his shoulders, usually set in a permanent line of tension, are slick with sweat, his muscles corded as he anchors himself over you.
his thick cock slides deep into your soaked pussy with a desperate precision, stretching you wide on every thrust - slowly, making sure you feel it. gripping your thighs, spreading them further apart, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt.
the wet slap of skin against skin fills the room; the head of his cock dragging along your inner walls, proving to himself that this, the clench of your pussy around him and the small hitch in your breath - is real, very real.
but as he fucks you harder, the professional distance he maintains even in his personal life begins to dissolve - crack.
his breathing gets heavy, a ragged sound that you've never heard before vibrates through your chest, as he pounds into you relentlessly.
"k-ken..?" you whisper, your voice barely a breath, your hands sliding up his back to gently massage against the heat of his shoulder blades. "you're here. you don’t have to hold it all back."
he doesn't answer immediately, letting out a breath instead. grip on your waist tightening just enough to let you know: he's listening.
as the rhythm between you reaches its peak, his control finally snaps.
it isn't a loud break; it’s a silent surrender.
he leans down, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his forehead pressing hard against your collarbone while he fucks you through the edge.
your pussy clamps down hard around him, milking his shaft as your orgasm crashes over you, juices soaking his cock and dripping down your thighs in sticky rivulets.
he groans low, hips jerking erratically as he slams in one last time.
the air in his lungs leaves him in a long, shaky exhale that feels like years of exhaustion leaving his body at once, catching up to him.
you only feel it then - the hot, sharp track of a single tear escaping his closed eyes, dragging slowly down his cheek to land against your skin.
you freeze for a fraction of a second, the weight of that one tear feeling heavier than any misunderstanding you've both face together.
even as he stays buried deep inside you, his cum leaking from your stretched pussy.
"it's okay," you murmur, your fingers tangling into the damp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. "i've got you, ken. just breathe."
a small, broken sound leaves his throat - a muffled "i know" - that is quickly swallowed by the silence of the room.
he doesn't pull away - he leans into you harder; heart hammering against yours, body finally sagging with the relief of being allowed to be vulnerable, comfortable.
not proofread !! @agejonami @ifudoudou @hanaegoaway @cassiee444 @bakagrrr @mspinkpanties @honeybunny4808
it’s snowing softly. big lazy flakes falling slow. landing in toji’s dark hair. sticking to megumi’s fluffy hood.
the grocery bag in toji’s hand is light, containing just some milk, bananas, hot chocolate (and lollies) you forgot to grab earlier. you had stayed home to start dinner and said, 'gumi’s been cooped up all day. take him with you. he loves the snow.'
toji grumbled something about how it’s cold and gumi will get sick. but in the end, gumi tagged along w his dad.
now they’re walking through the park on the way back. both of them bundled up in scarves and puffy jackets that you forced them to wear, after toji said he doesn’t get cold and gumi piped the same thing.
as they continue walking, toji’s hearing is tuned in to everything happening in his surroundings. an old habit from his assassin days. he hears the sounds of kids playing on the nearby playground. the sounds of the nearby cars in traffic. the sound of his own boots crunching against the snow and the softer pats of megumi’s boots against the snow.
but then, he hears a grunt.
megumi is pausing every few steps… and very seriously (and adorably) placing his feet directly in the footprints toji left behind.
toji just watches his son practically leap so he can step in each footprint.
megumi just eyes toji. then steps into the next footprint. stumbles a little but catches his little self.
“…what’re you doin’ back there?” toji calls.
megumi frowns. “walk.”
“you’re copyin’ me?”
the toddler shrugs, like maybe.
toji watches him. the way his tiny arms are out for balance. chubby cheeks pink from the cold. green eyes narrowed in full concentration. he looks like a serious little snowball. a puff with a mission.
and something about it - makes toji’s chest feel weird and gooey like melted chocolate. he hates it and loves it simultaneously.
he turns back around to continue their trek through the park. but this time, he walks slower. and he ensures his footsteps are closer together. so the footprints are easier to follow.
he doesn’t say anything. nor does he look back yet. he just continues walking.
soft step. soft step.
and behind him, megumi toddles forward. his father’s perfect little shadow.
boot in footprint. boot in footprint.
every now and then, gumi hums a little tune. mostly, the theme song from pokémon.
they pass a family building an ugly looking snowman. a fat dog running in circles, stupidly happy. a couple with their arms linked, smiling.
toji adjusts the bag in his hand. then looks back again.
megumi’s still going. a little red in the face now from the effort paired with the cold air. but he’s still so determined to step exactly where toji has. like he trusts that it’s safe where papa’s already been.
toji finally stops and crouches down, waiting for gumi to make his way over.
when megumi finally toddles up to him, he plops down into the snow dramatically.
“my feet,” he says, pointing. “tired.”
toji chuckles and ruffles his spiky hair. “wanna ride?”
megumi nods immediately and lifts his arms. toji hoists him up with one arm, rests him on his hip and holds him close.
“you did a good job,” he murmurs.
megumi rests his cheek against toji’s shoulder. “i walk in your steps.”
“i know, kid,” he says, his typically gruff voice uncharacteristically soft. “i know.”
and the snow keeps on falling.
A/N: this is heavily inspired by that one amazing artist on x, who makes the CUTEST fushiguro family drawings! @/DDub1618
Thinking about Yandere Gojo who you found after a mission gone wrong. After months of being trapped amongst a vast empty landscape, your warmth and scent were like water to a man lost in the desert. He needed you to know he wasn't back there and what Gojo Satoru wanted, Gojo Satoru got.
Wordcount: 4.5k+
Notes: Yandere behaviour, nonconsensual touching and kissing, JJK typical violence
He reached for your hand, sharp blue eyes softened by the careful expression in them as though unsure if you were real. He breathed out a sigh of relief as his hand touched yours and he was met with the feel of warm soft skin instead of a disappearing specter.
Taking your hand in his, he pulled you towards him. Even weakened as he was, your strength was no match for the strongest sorcerer alive. You went sprawling into him, swept up in his embrace. Strong burly arms curling around you immediately, holding you captive to him.
Things hadn't always been like this between you two. There was a time when you were just the admin at Jujutsu High who you doubted even registered on the radar of the likes of Gojo Satoru. You could only sometimes see cursed energy, so you had known from early on that you would never be out on the field.
You had very little to do with the strongest sorcerer of your own and arguably all time. He'd stop to chat with you when summoned by the principal or come to collect something that had been left for him with you. Always friendly, a lazy grin on his face as he made a joke at one of your fellow sorcerer's expense and winked at you over his sunglasses. Complimenting your drab clothing or ordinary appearance as though he had any need to flatter you.
You understood that was just the type of guy Gojo was. A charmer through and through and someone who liked to make light of things. You couldn't even begin to imagine the burden he carried so it made sense that he didn't take everything too seriously.
The both of you were worlds apart. You didn't pay much mind to Gojo Satoru and neither had you been intending to be the one who found him.
It was really all just a coincidence. Your car had broken down in the midst of a delivery you had been asked to make and you had been wandering around in the hopes of getting some signal on your phone. When you had just about gotten a bar, the skies had opened up and within seconds both you and your phone were soaked.
You had run into the decrepit looking building nearby, having wandered too far from your car in search of signal to go back. Your phone's flashlight flickered as it drew its last breath through the thorough waterboarding it had just undergone. Eventually completely dying off, leaving you to stumble around blindly in the dark with your hands before you which was how you had felt the veil.
Going through it had led you to him. Hands tied behind his back, blindfold over his eyes and entire body wound up tightly. You'd pulled him down from where he was suspended a foot above the ground. His large body crashing down onto you and even through the darkness you could make out those blindingly bright blue eyes the moment you took the blindfold off.
Crossing that veil had triggered something and curses materialized as though out of nowhere. Had Gojo not been able to reach into the very depths of the vestiges of his power and summoned all of it to break those binds, you both would have died.
Seeing you trembling in fright beneath him had triggered a rage and a surge of protectiveness unlike any he'd felt before. He could have gone to the very ends of impossibility to ensure you made it through that night unscathed and the feat he had accomplished had been no less.
Even trying to stay out of the way, you had been a disadvantage for him. Forced to shield you as he fought for both your lives. You had merely been trying to avoid being crushed beneath a collapsing wall but stumbled down the stairs. Gojo forced to make himself vulnerable to attack as he saved your life. You had sprained a leg and hit your head but he had taken the brunt of the damage as the curses took advantage of his lost focus.
With you secured however he had been able to get the upper hand and defeat the curses that even in his current state were still no match for Gojo Satoru. Weakened as he was, it had taken everything in him and he had crashed to his knees the moment he was sure you both were safe. Crawling his way to you, trembling hands touching the wound on your head gingerly. Feeling sick to his stomach when his fingers came away covered in your blood.
The gentle touch had woken you from where you'd been passed out. The weakest link and the only reason Gojo was coming out of this with all that damage. Had anyone else found him they at the very least would not have been at risk of taking themselves out and likely would have been able to hold their own so he could focus.
Thanks to Gojo, your injuries weren't all that bad and seeing him in that state forced you to your feet. Somehow making it to the nearest bit of civilization with a pale and weakened Gojo kept upright only by your support. Your legs threatening to buckle beneath the weight of him as he leaned heavily onto you with the arm he had thrown over your shoulders.
You nearly bit through your lip to avoid making any sounds of pain as the added weight to your sprained leg felt like the most excruciating thing you’d ever undergone. Reminding yourself the continuity of the sorcerer world was currently on your shoulders to keep yourself going.
You had barely even been able to knock when you stumbled onto the first house within the little farming community. Swaying dangerously as you waited for someone to open the door. Soaked in sweat, covered in blood and near incomprehensible after your near-death experience but somehow the elderly couple had let you both in.
You lay Gojo down on a cot and they gave you clothing to change into but Gojo refused to let you out of his sight. Even when barely awake no one could break the hold he had on your wrist and you'd been forced to sit by him as the elderly couple fed him medicine and broth. Since that day, Gojo refused to part with you. Notably anxious and withdrawn whenever you so much as left his sight.
Waking up from sleep in the clinic screaming your name and tearing open his wounds as he frantically searched for you even as the doctor tried to explain you had only gone home to shower and rest. Trying to get him to stop ruining all her hard work.
You had only just gotten out of the shower, dead on your feet and eager to collapse into your bed after the whole ordeal that had been finding the strongest sorcerer alive, nearly dying for finding him and then dragging his barely conscious body miles to get help. Not that it had ended there, you'd been interrogated for hours on where and how you had found him. No one willing to accept that the administrator had been able to find Gojo Satoru when their best sorcerers hadn't.
Your doorbell had rung just as you were about to flop down onto your bed, happy to ignore it but unable to when the bell was immediately followed by a knock. Then your phone began to ring and realizing there was no way you'd be allowed to rest you had dragged yourself over to your door. Opening it to find a sorcerer explaining you had to come with him immediately because apparently Gojo had gone completely berserk when waking without you there.
You had followed the stoic man in only your house slippers and pajamas. Hair still damp from your shower but unable to bring yourself to find a pair of shoes and knowing you wouldn't really be given the time to.
The moment you had gone through the front doors of the school, there he was. Covered in bandages that had bled through. Crazed blue eyes landing on you the moment you stepped through the doors and then he was barreling at you. Nearly sweeping you off your feet as he slammed into you, only kept upright by the way he folded you tightly into his chest.
The doctor had looked furious and you knew she certainly was not a woman you wanted upset so you had somehow managed to coax Gojo back to his bed. Forced to sit by his side and hold his hand while his bandages were undone to reveal the torn stitches that were redone. Gojo talking through it as though it was no big deal while you could barely even bring yourself to look at the gruesome sight of the needle going in and out of his skin. Scolding you gently for leaving him while he was sleeping and making you promise you wouldn't do that again.
Neither of you noticed the crowd that had gathered. The dark beady eyes that watched the way the sorcerer clung to you desperately.
Gojo insisted you sleep in the bed with him but you had held your ground and pulled up a chair. You could understand that this was some sort of trauma response and he needed you right now, maybe a little more than you needed a night of sleeping in your bed. But you drew the line at sharing a bed with someone you barely knew.
When you had fallen asleep, eyes fluttering shut and head lolling forward, Gojo had carefully picked you up and put you in his bed anyway. Tucking you in close by his side and falling asleep with his head pressed against your chest so he could hear your heartbeat.
That place had been nothing but white emptiness. He couldn't see anything, smell anything, hear anything, couldn't feel even the clothes on his body. It was maddening. Weeks of that and even the strongest would break. He'd thought it then and he still believed it now, he could have withstood pain and all gruesome kinds of torture but that emptiness had been unbearable.
Then when he had completely lost track of time or hope for a way out, you had come crashing into the vast empty landscape and torn it down. Suddenly there was colour, there was sensation and hope.
He was not alone and he wasn't back there. He needed to be able to feel you, to smell you, to see you to know that for sure. The moment you were gone it all started to seem like a figment of his imagination again.
Gojo had spent a week in the hospital wing which meant you too had spent a week in the hospital wing. Your clothes had been brought to you and even when you started to feel fine you were still relieved of all administrator duties and told to focus on healing. Which you took to mean focus on Gojo's healing.
You had told him to take it easy and let you know if he needed anything before you headed out for your house. Too tired to notice that he hadn't responded or the way those blue eyes followed you till you were out of his sight.
Too caught up in looking forward to taking a shower in your own bathroom and then getting to sleep in your own bed instead of falling asleep in the chair and then being used by Gojo as a teddy bear once you had fallen asleep.
An hour later a knock sounded at your door and there stood Gojo Satoru. An overnight bag held in his hand and hopeful puppy dog eyes trained on you. Broad shoulders slumped as though in an attempt to look more pitiful which while taking up nearly the entire space in your doorframe wasn't really possible.
Unsuccessful as the puppy dog look was, you didn't have the heart to turn him away and stepped aside to let him in with a barely suppressed sigh. At least you had gotten your shower before he arrived and would be able to sleep in your own bed even if you did have to unwillingly play host.
The meal you could scrounge up without having to go grocery shopping wasn't anything fancy but he lapped it up like it was the best thing he had tasted. Asking for seconds and then thirds. If he planned to stay long you would probably have to start submitting your groceries as a work expense to keep from going broke.
Things were going fine until it came time for bed. You had set out blankets and pillows on the couch but could feel him following you like an oversized shadow when you retired to your room after bidding him goodnight. You turned slowly, for the first time understanding why victims in horror movies prolonged that moment before they had to face the monster prowling after them.
"No, absolutely not. Only I sleep in my bed. You want to stay over then you sleep on the couch." You said, pointing back towards the living room but he only stood there staring at you with those big blue eyes.
"Gojo I'm serious." You said, huffing when he still didn't move and grabbing him by the shoulders to turn him around. He was pliant beneath your hands, allowing you to push him all the way to the couch though you both knew if he wasn't complicit you wouldn't have been able to move him so much as an inch.
When he was stood before the couch you tried to force him down onto it but he grabbed your hips, tugging you along as he fell backwards. Large muscular arms immediately caging you to him so you couldn't move.
Landing on his solid chest knocked the air out of you and you angrily spat your hair that had swung forward out of your mouth as you tried to wiggle out of his hold.
"Gojo Satoru I am warning you, I will kick you out the second I get up if you don't let me go right now." You threatened, trying to knee him but your legs were caught in his until it felt like you were in a full boa constrictor hold unable to move so much as a limb. Left only with the power of your glare which was doing nothing to get him to release you.
"I sleep where you sleep. If you want me to sleep on the couch then you sleep here too." He said simply, settling back against the pillows to get more comfortable.
"Says who?" You asked, giving one last attempt at knocking yourself out of his hold but it was like anytime you tried to get away you were punished by him holding you tighter.
"Me. I can't sleep without you." He said which seemed very unfair considering you were fully aware he'd been given the kind of a-grade sleeping pills that would knock out a regular person if they so much as looked directly at them.
It was starting to dawn on you that no amount of glaring or threatening was going to get you anywhere and too bad for Gojo you weren't above playing dirty.
"Okay. fine. If you're going to be a stubborn rat then let's at least go sleep on the bed." You said and the rat bastard did nothing to hide the smugness he was feeling, smirking in your face as he let you go.
You got up slowly, making a show of huffing and righting your clothes. Turning to go into your room but pausing when you made it to the doorway.
"Wait, grab your pillow, I only have one." You said, barely able to keep your face straight as he fell for it. Turning back and the moment he was a couple steps away you slammed your door shut, locking it.
The triumphant "ha" you were about to let out getting stuck in your throat and your body jolting back in alarm instinctively when you heard something heavy slam into the door.
"Open the door." He said, no trace of the usual playfulness or amusement in his voice.
Rattling the doorknob as though it would just magically unlock if he willed it to or more likely trying to remove the doorknob entirely considering the force he seemed to be using. Another bang against the door making you jump.
Suddenly you didn't find any of this very funny either, starting to get the eerie feeling that you had trapped yourself in. The shaking and banging of the door making you feel like caged prey. Your heartbeat picking up speed in rhythm with his fists.
"G-Gojo I said you have to sleep on the couch. Take your pills and go to sleep." You said, trying to keep your voice level and be heard above the racket he was making.
"I need to see you. Open the damn door." He growled from outside, punctuating his words with another hit to your door.
You backed away from the door slowly, heading for your phone left charging by your bedside without taking your eyes off the door.
"Just unlock the door please." Gojo pleaded, sounding like a completely different person with the desperation colouring his voice.
"Gojo you're scaring me, I don't know what's going on with you. I'm gonna call someone, I think you need more meds." You said.
"I don't need anything, I just need you to open this damn door so I can see you. Open it or I'm going to knock it down." He growled, now sounding angry again.
You dialed the first number on your contact list, trembling hands bringing the phone up to your ear praying the old man would pick up before Gojo really broke down the door.
The ringing had only just been interrupted by them answering the phone when your door flew off the hinges with a bang revealing Gojo in your doorway. Broad shoulders heaving with each laboured breath and those eyes narrowing in on you the moment the door no longer stood in his way. He came right at you, stepping over the splintered door.
"Help he's -" was all you managed before the phone was being ripped from your grasp and you were being hauled into Gojo's chest.
His arms wrapping around you tightly, keeping you tucked against him as he buried his nose into the top of your hair and inhaled greedily making you whimper. He hushed you gently, a trembling hand raising to smooth your hair and only then did you notice that he was shaking too.
"Don't you ever do that to me again." He admonished, sinking down to sit leaned against the bed and bringing you down to sit in his lap.
"I can't breathe when you're not near me. It makes me feel like I'm trapped there again." He said, resting his cheek down on your head.
You stayed as still as you could, worried even a slight movement would set him off. Glancing at your phone from the corner of your eye to see that it had landed face down and shards of the glass screen were scattered about. That didn't matter though because you knew the call had gone through so they should have heard your plea for help and someone at the clinic would be able to tell them you had gone home.
You just needed to wait until they showed up. Then they would take Gojo out of here and get him the help he needed. Whatever sort of anxious attachment he'd formed to you after the trauma was more dangerous than any of you had realized.
You jumped as you felt something vibrate against your hip and he hushed you again, smoothing your hair as he tugged his phone out of his pocket and brought it to his ear.
"Yeah we're fine. There's no need to come by, just a misunderstanding is all."
Your heart sank as you realized they must have called him. You glanced up at him, swallowing dryly when your eyes connected with that unnerving blue pair that was already fixed on you. A freakishly large hand still patting down your hair as though that was any comfort after what he had just done.
If you didn't muster the courage now, god knows how long you'd be trapped here with him at his mercy.
"You need to come get him, he's not-" You started but a hand clamped down on your mouth.
Your big eyes widened at him as you tried to break out of his hold. But when would you learn darling that your strength was simply no match for his?
"Just a misunderstanding like I said. I'll explain things. I think we need a couple more days to recover, tell everyone to leave us alone."
Your eyes burned with unshed tears as Gojo bid the other person goodbye and disconnected the call. Feeling like your lifeline had just been snatched from you. No one was coming to save you from the madman you had trapped yourself in with.
The feel of your hot tears dropping down onto the hand still held over your mouth made his heart sink. He didn't mean to scare you nor to make you cry. You just needed to understand that he needed you. You had saved him and now you had to take responsibility.
He wiped at your tears gently with his thumb.
"Don't cry darling. I didn't mean to scare you, I mean you no harm. I will always protect you but you can't pull something like that again. You were just joking weren't you? You didn't mean anything by it." He said, sounding more like he was convincing himself than you.
"You were just joking weren't you?" He asked when you failed to respond and you nodded your head immediately. Even through your panic you could recognize the danger he posed should you not play along.
Your chest shuddered as you tried to suppress your sobs. The regret and dread creeping in even as you tried to clear your mind to think of a way out. You never should have indulged this, never should have let him develop this sort of unhealthy attachment to you.
It wasn't his fault, he was sick but you should have seen the signs. It wasn't normal for him to be unable to let you out of his sight. To follow you around the way he did.
"Let's go to bed darling. You look exhausted." Gojo said, swiping at the tears that still poured steadily from your pretty eyes. Tsking sympathetically at the dark circles beneath them. Some rest would do you both good.
Gojo stood up, carefully placing you on your feet as well but still refusing to take his hands off you. He peeled back the covers from your bed, nudging his head, silently gesturing for you to get in. You laid down gingerly, watching him with your big glossy eyes filled with apprehension as he immediately climbed in beside you. Resting his head down on your pillow so close your noses were nearly brushing.
He pressed his forehead to yours and shut his eyes as though praying but the likes of Gojo Satoru didn't have to pray. They were the gods of this world. You understood now that you had crashed into a God's orbit and leaving wouldn't be easy.
"I know this seems sudden and I know you're scared but you don't have to be. This fear, this helplessness is what you saved me from. You're my saviour. I need you to feel safe." He muttered, eyes still closed but inching closer so you two breathed the same air.
Your silent tears ran down and wet the pillow beneath your cheek, a hiccup escaping despite your attempts not to make noise making Gojo's eyes open. He hushed you cooingly, wrapping you in his embrace and cuddling you in close to his chest.
"Please don't be afraid. I promise I would do anything to protect you, I'll always keep you safe. All you have to do is let me stay by your side, don't ever leave my sight. I can't bear it." He said, pressing a deep kiss to your forehead. Inhaling the scent of your hair and exhaling shakily.
"C-can I check on my phone? I think it's broken." You said, using any excuse you could think of to try to get away from him.
"You don't need it. I'll get someone to bring you a new one in a couple days when they drop off groceries. Until then you can use mine or better yet just tell me what you need."
"I-I just want to see if it's broken or not." You said, weaseling a hand between you both and trying to push against his chest but he caught your wrist in his giant hand making you still.
"Don't worry about it. Just stay right here, you really scared me with your little joke earlier. I need to hold you, I can't let you go right now." He said, pulling you in closer to eliminate the mere inch of space you'd managed to put between the two of you.
Forcing your head down onto his chest so your ear was pressed right against where his heart beat. The anxious, thundering sound of it frightening you.
You glanced up at him, flinching at the mania you could see burning in his unnaturally blue eyes. He rested his forehead down against yours, breath intermingling with your own. With nowhere to go your only defense against him was to close your eyes. To save yourself from having to see that madness up close.
"Promise me you won't ever do something like that again." He demanded softly.
"I-I promise." You answered.
Next time you would be smarter, you'd never trap yourself in someplace he could get to you. Now that you finally understood how dangerous this attachment of his was, you wouldn't give him the chance to do something like this again.
"Look at me and promise you'll never leave me." He demanded.
You opened your eyes slowly, having to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from flinching back from him.
"I promise." You whispered, a gasp getting caught in your throat as his hold on you tightened to the point it was near painful.
"You're lying. I can feel your heartbeat." He cried, digging his forehead down against yours as though trying to merge into you so you couldn't try to get away from him.
"It doesn't matter, I won't let you go. I need you. You saved me and now I'm yours. I won't ever let you leave me." He whispered, pressing his lips to yours chastely in the mockery of a vow. Stealing the very breath from your lungs and there was nowhere for you to run.
