blue eyes; gojo satoru
synopsis : you were someone who always admired his beautiful crystal eyes, but now that they don't shine as much as before, satoru wonders if his eyes are still your favorite.
potential manga spoilers // a tad bit insecure gojo // wc: 700 // fluff // unedited.
as he carded his fingers through the stray strands of your hair, he couldn't help but twirl the fibre around his fingers, his heart melting as he peered at you— at you playing with your mobile.
it has been weeks since the events, weeks since satoru fell into your arms, your relatively small hands almost cradling him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, hell, he would never admit it but the strongest— no, satoru gojo felt safe in your arms, safer than anytime in his nearly thirty year old life.
it has been weeks since he almost kidnapped you from your duties and ran away to malaysia for a month long vacation, a special urn in his luggage with a different—bluer set of goggles adorning him.
as he smiled at you texting to others about how you both have been well these past few days, his gaze couldn't help but admire you; your soft smile, the curve of your cheeks, the way your lashes fluttered at an interval of approximately four seconds and the way your eyes— eyes...
eyes.
he pursed his lips almost involuntarily, his hand which was tracing circles over the small of your back stopping momentarily, his thoughts speeding a hundred miles per second. you loved his eyes, never let him feel as if they were a curse, he remembered the way you would gaze at those crystalline blue miracles which refracted faintest of light— a shimmer which isn't present now, a shine whine is duller now, a look of youth— a twinkle that is lost— would you look at his eyes the same? now that they aren't as special as before? would you—
"satoru?"
honey. like mellowed honey, he decided that, that was the best representation of the way his name rolled off your tongue.
"yes darling?" he asked, tilting his head to look at you, only to find you gazing up at him— more specifically at his eyes, observing you syncing your own blinks with his.
"baby?" he asked again.
you could only smile sheepishly as you buried your face in his chest, your cheeks burning pink.
"sorry, it's just that— you're so pretty, your eyes are so beautiful, i'd stare at them for ages if I could."
he almost gasped, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he gulped, looking down at you; his brows furrowed and an almost— almost pleading look in his eyes.
"still?" he asked.
"what do you mean still?"
"you love my eyes that bad?"
you giggled, as if it was the funniest question your fiancée had ever sked you.
"obviously! they are your eyes! my favorite shade of blue, with perfect lashes— on my favorite person, I'd love them for eternity."
he smiled, so bright that his eyes twinkled— not in the way they used to but somehow prettier.
he had a thousand words to say— no, maybe a million, a billion or even more than that. his thumb traced your cheekbone as he looked at your fondly, his lips morphed into a cheeky smile, his vessels almost tugging at his heart as he took in all of you.
but despite the infinite number of words he wanted to say—
"i know. i'm gorgeous." was all he said.
you laughed, looking back at your phone as you leaned your head against his chest, turning to look at your mobile again as satoru resumed his ministerings.
'you know,' he realised as he looked at your giddy smile.
'she always knows,' he realised as he kissed the top of your head.
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