the door to your dorm swings open like it always does. there’s no knock or no warning—just him.
“hey!!” he yells dramatically.
you’re curled up in your bed, a blanket wrapped tight around you. your eyes are open, but there’s nothing behind them—just that blank, distant look you get when you’ve been sitting in your head for too long.
usually satoru bursting in meant you’d start groaning and complaining—telling him to get out, calling him annoying, shoving him off before he even got the chance to touch you.
he’s your friend.
your really annoying friend.
there’s never been a time where he wasn’t too loud or too close. he’s always pushing and trying to get a reaction out of you because you always give him one.
but this time you don’t give him anything. you just look at him with a dull expression.
that makes him pause.
“hmph. all comfy without me?” he says anyway, trying to lighten the atmosphere to get you to say something.
instead, you blink at him slowly. “mhm.”
that’s not true. you’re not really comfy.
and he can tell. of course he can.
his expression shifts—just a little—before he pushes the door shut behind him and walks over like he always does, as if nothing’s different and you’re not looking at him like that.
the bed dips as he climbs on without asking.
“move,” you mumble, because that’s what you’re supposed to say.
“no,” he replies, just as automatic. though maybe softer if you squint.
he reaches for you, hand settling on your arm, and gently—gently, which is new—turns you toward him even though you’re technically facing his way by laying on your back. he’s acting like he just wants you closer.
so you end up inches apart. but your face is still blank.
his isn’t. he’s really watching you now.
“you look comfy,” he tries again.
you don’t answer. because if you do, it might come out wrong.
and because you don’t his arms are suddenly around you, pulling you in, close. you’re chest is to chest, face brushing his, forehead almost knocking into his as he tucks you in against him instinctively.
the hug is tight.
your body tenses immediately.
this is the part you always hate. being too close to someone. it’s too him. too vulnerable. you should push him away like you always do.
your hands lift between you, ready to press against his chest…but then something possesses you to stop midway. the truth sits heavy in your chest, impossible to ignore today even though it’s there all the time.
you don’t want him to move. you don’t want space. and you really don’t want to be alone in your own head right now.
your hands hover until they slowly settle instead—resting against him, fingers barely gripping his shirt.
he goes still.
“…you’re letting me?” he mumbles, quieter like he’s not sure if he should continue crushing you like this.
you don’t answer.
your face presses into him instead, surprising both him and yourself.
his arms tighten around you in response, but not the usual way. he’s not playful or teasing like usual. instead he’s steady. holding you because he means it. like he understands what’s with you. like he understands you.
his hand moves up your back—slow and careful in case you maybe change your mind. but you don’t. if anything, you lean in closer.
your fingers curl more firmly into his shirt, your other arm sliding around him in a way that feels unfamiliar. it’s awkward at first because you don’t quite know how to do this.
after all, you’re not like him at all. you never reach out first. you’re not clingy. and you definitely don’t need this.
except you do right now.
when your hold tightens and you actually hug him back properly—he freezes. just for a sec. and then he’s pulling you in closer like he’s been waiting for that without realizing it. your bodies press together, no space left, his chin dipping near your shoulder, your face tucked into the warmth of him, and suddenly it’s not one sided like it usually is.
you’re both holding on. tight. neither of you wants to let go first.
your annoying friend doesn’t say anything. for once he’s not joking or teasing.
thank god he doesn’t do that.
satoru just stays there, arms firm around you, afraid this is temporary. he’s worried you might go back to pushing him away tomorrow. and maybe he’s right. he probably is.
“hey,” he murmurs eventually, close to your ear. “is something wrong?”
you shiver slightly at how close and warm he is—and your grip tightens around him without thinking. you hesitate for another second but decide to tell him half the truth this time.
“i’ve just been stressed.”
it feels small, saying it like that.
he doesn’t question it. he just pulls you closer if that’s even possible. his hand starts moving slowly along your back like he’s trying to ease something he can’t see.
“it’s okay,” he says softly. “i’ve got you now. there’s nothing to worry about.”
and you stay like that—wrapped up together, holding each other too tight for just friends—neither of you saying what’s actually there even if you both feel it.
Nobody makes out with their eyes open.. with the sole exception of Satoru Gojo of course !
The Strongest is desperate to feel all of you.
You both started dating just recently. Within that relationship, you knew very well that you wouldn't be spending much time with him because of his busy schedule and with his sleep coming at 3 hours per day. Though, you and Satoru had made sure to somehow sneak yourselves in either of your missions with every single opportunity you both had despite being a grade lower than him.
Even with trying to slither in more time to hang-out together, which - according to Satoru - was still barely, the level of neediness sky-rocketed for the both of you, especially for him.
So, throughout the day, with every chance the Six Eyes got, he'd pull you to a secluded area, pin you against the wall - his hands wrapping around each inch of your body - practically merging you with his, and hungrily smashing his lips with yours, desperate and messy.
But to add a cherry on top, whenever his lips was on yours, he'd pull his blindfold down - overstimulation be damned - with those piercing bright blue eyes burning through yours (which were obviously closed,) like he was trying to pry them open with his irises. He loved the feeling of you everywhere, reaching every nook n' cranny inside his brain.
You felt the intense gaze of the Six eyes, of course you did. You never once opened your eyes every time you both made out - because, theoretically looking at those eyes with that proximity is like looking purposely at a flashlight, and you'd feel the even greater weight of his gaze like six Satorus' were looking at you all at the same time with barely any space between you seven.
Until now.
"Need you." he murmurs in your ear, quickly pulling you inside his office, locking it swiftly behind him. He pushes you against the bookshelf, a few books falling in suit from the force. You swear you heard him let out a low whine as he pulls your face towards his, both of your lips connecting like magnets as he forces his tongue inside your mouth.
Like its almost routine, he pulls his blindfold down, white hair flowing down as his eyes lock towards your eyelids - he lets out a desperate whine, overloading his senses with you.
But to his surprise, you break routine.
Opening your eyes out of curiosity, testing out your theory if whether or not you'd be blinded. Turns out, your theory was wrong, for now.. your eyes are stuck in a daze at his - his eyes widen, groaning at the sensation of your eyes as he presses his body against yours with more force, (?) sort of humping you.
Your lips can't keep up with his as he absolutely devours your mouth, his lips moving desperately more than ever. His hand slides down to hold yours, keeping your eyes locked on him.
He steals the air in your lungs - and with that - you tap on his shoulder to tell him you can no longer hold your breath. He sadly pulls apart, both of you heaving as you catch your breaths, forehead resting on yours.
After a minute, he lifts your held hands towards his face, changing the position of your fingers so your palm would be open, he makes you hold his cheek - his blue, doe eyes gazing up at you, white brows furrowed with his cheeks turning a harsher shade of pink, eyes pleading with you ; 'could we go again?'
guess making-out with your eyes open isn't that bad, at least, with him.
audio inspo from toru's official VA (yes, I know this is from 2021.)
yuina's comment : errr.. this has been on my head for a while. I did not proofread this, prolly lots of grammar mistakes. I would only make out eyes open with Gojo ONLY >:(
Nobody makes out with their eyes open.. with the sole exception of Satoru Gojo of course !
The Strongest is desperate to feel all of you.
You both started dating just recently. Within that relationship, you knew very well that you wouldn't be spending much time with him because of his busy schedule and with his sleep coming at 3 hours per day. Though, you and Satoru had made sure to somehow sneak yourselves in either of your missions with every single opportunity you both had despite being a grade lower than him.
Even with trying to slither in more time to hang-out together, which - according to Satoru - was still barely, the level of neediness sky-rocketed for the both of you, especially for him.
So, throughout the day, with every chance the Six Eyes got, he'd pull you to a secluded area, pin you against the wall - his hands wrapping around each inch of your body - practically merging you with his, and hungrily smashing his lips with yours, desperate and messy.
But to add a cherry on top, whenever his lips was on yours, he'd pull his blindfold down - overstimulation be damned - with those piercing bright blue eyes burning through yours (which were obviously closed,) like he was trying to pry them open with his irises. He loved the feeling of you everywhere, reaching every nook n' cranny inside his brain.
You felt the intense gaze of the Six eyes, of course you did. You never once opened your eyes every time you both made out - because, theoretically looking at those eyes with that proximity is like looking purposely at a flashlight, and you'd feel the even greater weight of his gaze like six Satorus' were looking at you all at the same time with barely any space between you seven.
Until now.
"Need you." he murmurs in your ear, quickly pulling you inside his office, locking it swiftly behind him. He pushes you against the bookshelf, a few books falling in suit from the force. You swear you heard him let out a low whine as he pulls your face towards his, both of your lips connecting like magnets as he forces his tongue inside your mouth.
Like its almost routine, he pulls his blindfold down, white hair flowing down as his eyes lock towards your eyelids - he lets out a desperate whine, overloading his senses with you.
But to his surprise, you break routine.
Opening your eyes out of curiosity, testing out your theory if whether or not you'd be blinded. Turns out, your theory was wrong, for now.. your eyes are stuck in a daze at his - his eyes widen, groaning at the sensation of your eyes as he presses his body against yours with more force, (?) sort of humping you.
Your lips can't keep up with his as he absolutely devours your mouth, his lips moving desperately more than ever. His hand slides down to hold yours, keeping your eyes locked on him.
He steals the air in your lungs - and with that - you tap on his shoulder to tell him you can no longer hold your breath. He sadly pulls apart, both of you heaving as you catch your breaths, forehead resting on yours.
After a minute, he lifts your held hands towards his face, changing the position of your fingers so your palm would be open, he makes you hold his cheek - his blue, doe eyes gazing up at you, white brows furrowed with his cheeks turning a harsher shade of pink, eyes pleading with you ; 'could we go again?'
guess making-out with your eyes open isn't that bad, at least, with him.
audio inspo from toru's official VA (yes, I know this is from 2021.)
yuina's comment : errr.. this has been on my head for a while. I did not proofread this, prolly lots of grammar mistakes. I would only make out eyes open with Gojo ONLY >:(
how I imagine the language barrier you and Satoru Gojo would have. . .
At first, of course there's a struggle for communication. He speaks japanese you low-key don't/do understand because for one, It's another fucking language. Two, from all that anime you've watched you've gathered a bit of dialect from them that you can make out from whatever he's saying. Like, you know a bit of japanese.
Like hell, you won't dare and have not enough confidence to speak some of those words in fear he won't understand your pronunciation.
And he also knows a bit of English too, canonically—but with that thick japanese accent. Which you don't mind (and sometimes don't understand what he's saying) because it adds to the charm.
But when finally he does usher you to try and say something in his language, he gets all proud. "bery gud job!" Even when you feel like you might've probably mispronounced something.
"Say... 君は最強で、最もホットだ、サトル!"
"???? That's... a long sentence, Satoru... don't think I can do it."
"nonono, You can do!"
you try your best not to complicate your English too much so he doesn't get confused, and to his egotistical ass, you're also pretty oblivious to what he's actually trying to make you say. ;p
Well now I'm curious, how would it go when y'all are hitting it?
there’s something sinister about the way satoru looks at you.
maybe sinister isn’t the right word, because it’s not unwelcome. it’s not malicious either, just unfamiliar. subtle yet so forward, and so unlike the carefree version of him that you’d come to know.
he stopped looking at you through a barrier last week. started pulling his blindfold down to peer at you through his icy lashes, blue irises on full display.
he pushes through the discomfort just to look at you without anything in the way. ignores the sudden onslaught of light piercing through his sclera because you are much more important. you can see it in the way his pupils retract, then expand again. rejecting the sight in front of them then swallowing as much of it as they can because his brain finally registers that it’s you.
you could almost never tell where his eyes were focused before this all started, but something about the way his head would shift when you’d enter the room usually told you that his sights weren’t set too far from you.
it was always a slight change. a shift of the chin. only a centimeter difference, if even that. a subtle glance over whenever you’d laugh, maybe a more obvious one if the cause of that laugh was another man. either way, the weight of the 6 eyes on you was unmistakable.
you’re in the conference room alone together the first time he pulls his blindfold down fully. babbling on about the instructor presentation schedule this week, maybe something more. you can’t recall much besides the sight five deft fingers wrapped around dark silk, pulling until you’re face to face with a shade of blue so enamoring you’re not even sure it has a name.
gojo smiles when your tangent rattles to a stop, punctuating the silence with the softest laugh.
“did you sleep good last night?” he asks, eyes searching your face like they’ll somehow pull the answer out themselves.
“yeah, why?” he softens at that, like the knowledge of whether or not you did had been weighing on his mind.
“good. you look nice today.” is all he offers you before he pulls the blindfold back up, slipping out of the conference room, leaving you to grapple with the knowledge that you’re on his mind a lot more than you’d think.
