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the ice cream is much appreciated on a day as sweltering as today. sweat beads at your hairline and your loose t-shirt clings to your sticky skin. sitting in the shade of the umbrella offers protection from the sun, though it does nothing about the awful simmering heat.

“say ahh, megumi.”

you hold a spoonful of your ice cream in the air and open your mouth to imitate a child. across the table, megumi appears to be wholly unimpressed with your antics. he’s dressed more casually today - just a pair of dark athletic shorts and a faded, old t-shirt - and he’s still the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen, but then again, you always find megumi beautiful.

“no,” he flatly responds.

a childish pout forms on your lips. with the back of your hand, you hastily swipe at your forehead. you wrinkle your nose in mild disgust at how slick your hand is afterwards.

“c’mon, ‘gumi. i know you want some,” you say in a sing-songy voice. you rhythmically swing your hand back and forth, attempting to persuade megumi into letting you feed him.

“i’m not going to let you feed me.”

megumi scrunches his nose as if the mere thought offends him. your pout deepens as the ice cream begins to melt in your spoon.

“fine, buzzkill. i can’t believe you hate me,” you huff.

before a drop of it can hit the table, you quickly stick the spoon in your mouth and let the ice cream dissolve on your tongue. ah, delicious. ice cream was really just what you needed on a day like this.

“you’re dramatic,” megumi says with a sigh. you shrug your shoulders while eating another bite of the cold treat, you can’t deny that.

he leans forward the slightest bit and opens his mouth. you blink. your eyes light up as a pleased grin stretches across your cheeks.

“say ahh, ‘gumi,” you tease, swaying the spoon back and forth. scarlet crawls up his neck, peeking through the collar of t-shirt.

“do you want to feed me or not?”

megumi’s lips tighten into a straight line as you laugh at his expense. your laughter is raucous and grating, but megumi enjoys the sound all the same. he only wishes you weren’t laughing at him.

“sorry, baby. you’re just too cute sometimes.”

a genuine smile forms on your lips and megumi resists the urge to duck his head down. megumi has no clue how you can be so open with your affections. it’s more than embarrassing at times, but megumi wouldn’t change it. a small part of him likes it. (lies, a large part of him loves it.)

“just feed me already,” he grumbles. he pointedly ignores the knowing look sparkling in your eyes and wraps his lips around the spoon when you offer it to him.

“another?”

you innocently ask as you hold up another spoonful of ice cream right after megumi’s swallowed.

“just one more and that’s it.”

your eyes glitter with amusement.

“okay.”

(megumi begrudgingly allows you to feed him the rest of your ice cream.)

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the ice cream is much appreciated on a day as sweltering as today. sweat beads at your hairline and your loose t-shirt clings to your sticky skin. sitting in the shade of the umbrella offers protection from the sun, though it does nothing about the awful simmering heat.

“say ahh, megumi.”

you hold a spoonful of your ice cream in the air and open your mouth to imitate a child. across the table, megumi appears to be wholly unimpressed with your antics. he’s dressed more casually today - just a pair of dark athletic shorts and a faded, old t-shirt - and he’s still the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen, but then again, you always find megumi beautiful.

“no,” he flatly responds.

a childish pout forms on your lips. with the back of your hand, you hastily swipe at your forehead. you wrinkle your nose in mild disgust at how slick your hand is afterwards.

“c’mon, ‘gumi. i know you want some,” you say in a sing-songy voice. you rhythmically swing your hand back and forth, attempting to persuade megumi into letting you feed him.

“i’m not going to let you feed me.”

megumi scrunches his nose as if the mere thought offends him. your pout deepens as the ice cream begins to melt in your spoon.

“fine, buzzkill. i can’t believe you hate me,” you huff.

before a drop of it can hit the table, you quickly stick the spoon in your mouth and let the ice cream dissolve on your tongue. ah, delicious. ice cream was really just what you needed on a day like this.

“you’re dramatic,” megumi says with a sigh. you shrug your shoulders while eating another bite of the cold treat, you can’t deny that.

he leans forward the slightest bit and opens his mouth. you blink. your eyes light up as a pleased grin stretches across your cheeks.

“say ahh, ‘gumi,” you tease, swaying the spoon back and forth. scarlet crawls up his neck, peeking through the collar of t-shirt.

“do you want to feed me or not?”

megumi’s lips tighten into a straight line as you laugh at his expense. your laughter is raucous and grating, but megumi enjoys the sound all the same. he only wishes you weren’t laughing at him.

“sorry, baby. you’re just too cute sometimes.”

a genuine smile forms on your lips and megumi resists the urge to duck his head down. megumi has no clue how you can be so open with your affections. it’s more than embarrassing at times, but megumi wouldn’t change it. a small part of him likes it. (lies, a large part of him loves it.)

“just feed me already,” he grumbles. he pointedly ignores the knowing look sparkling in your eyes and wraps his lips around the spoon when you offer it to him.

“another?”

you innocently ask as you hold up another spoonful of ice cream right after megumi’s swallowed.

“just one more and that’s it.”

your eyes glitter with amusement.

“okay.”

(megumi begrudgingly allows you to feed him the rest of your ice cream.)

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Megumi + spoon-feeding please~ Also, congrats on your milestone ( ´▽｀)!!

thank you baby!!!! here’s the drabble <3

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the ice cream is much appreciated on a day as sweltering as today. sweat beads at your hairline and your loose t-shirt clings to your sticky skin. sitting in the shade of the umbrella offers protection from the sun, though it does nothing about the awful simmering heat.

“say ahh, megumi.”

you hold a spoonful of your ice cream in the air and open your mouth to imitate a child. across the table, megumi appears to be wholly unimpressed with your antics. he’s dressed more casually today - just a pair of dark athletic shorts and a faded, old t-shirt - and he’s still the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen, but then again, you always find megumi beautiful.

“no,” he flatly responds.

a childish pout forms on your lips. with the back of your hand, you hastily swipe at your forehead. you wrinkle your nose in mild disgust at how slick your hand is afterwards.

“c’mon, ‘gumi. i know you want some,” you say in a sing-songy voice. you rhythmically swing your hand back and forth, attempting to persuade megumi into letting you feed him.

“i’m not going to let you feed me.”

megumi scrunches his nose as if the mere thought offends him. your pout deepens as the ice cream begins to melt in your spoon.

“fine, buzzkill. i can’t believe you hate me,” you huff.

before a drop of it can hit the table, you quickly stick the spoon in your mouth and let the ice cream dissolve on your tongue. ah, delicious. ice cream was really just what you needed on a day like this.

“you’re dramatic,” megumi says with a sigh. you shrug your shoulders while eating another bite of the cold treat, you can’t deny that.

he leans forward the slightest bit and opens his mouth. you blink. your eyes light up as a pleased grin stretches across your cheeks.

“say ahh, ‘gumi,” you tease, swaying the spoon back and forth. scarlet crawls up his neck, peeking through the collar of t-shirt.

“do you want to feed me or not?”

megumi’s lips tighten into a straight line as you laugh at his expense. your laughter is raucous and grating, but megumi enjoys the sound all the same. he only wishes you weren’t laughing at him.

“sorry, baby. you’re just too cute sometimes.”

a genuine smile forms on your lips and megumi resists the urge to duck his head down. megumi has no clue how you can be so open with your affections. it’s more than embarrassing at times, but megumi wouldn’t change it. a small part of him likes it. (lies, a large part of him loves it.)

“just feed me already,” he grumbles. he pointedly ignores the knowing look sparkling in your eyes and wraps his lips around the spoon when you offer it to him.

“another?”

you innocently ask as you hold up another spoonful of ice cream right after megumi’s swallowed.

“just one more and that’s it.”

your eyes glitter with amusement.

“okay.”

(megumi begrudgingly allows you to feed him the rest of your ice cream.)

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“i read your diary,” gojo way too casually remarks.

you stop in your tracks immediately and whip your body around to face him. in one of his hands, gojo holds your thin, black journal high the air. he’s smiling - nice and wide - and you’re sure his eyes are crinkling behind the dark shades of his sunglasses.

“what?”

it’s a dumb question. you know what gojo’s just said, the fact he’s holding your journal is proof enough, but you need confirmation that you didn’t mishear him. you foolishly hope that you did mishear him.

“i read your diary,” he repeats. the grin on his face never falters as he swings your journal back and forth in his hand.

you take a few steps closer to him, but not too close. you fold your arms over your chest and do your best to look peeved rather than nervous.

“that’s an invasion of privacy.”

you cock a brow, proud of the way your voice comes out strong without any stuttering. your voice doesn’t give away the rapid hammering of your heart in your chest or the blood rushing through your ears.

“it’s not my fault you left it open in the common room.”

gojo dismisses your comment with a wave of his hand. he’s not wrong, it isn’t his fault that you forgot your journal in the common room, but that in no way gave gojo permission to go through it. you open your mouth once more to retort, but your voice dies out when gojo takes a few steps closer to you.

he’s too close now, merely a few inches away, but he doesn’t appear bothered by the lack of space between you. no, gojo seems all too comfortable with the proximity.

“i read those pages, you know.”

his lips ghosts the shell of your ear, his warm breath hitting your skin in a puff. you take a deep, shaky breath and try to compose yourself.

you don’t want to think about what gojo must have seen reading through your diary. all the old entries detailing about how annoying you find him and how much you despise his arrogance. all the new ones regarding how pretty his eyes are and how you admire the strength he possesses.

you can feel the curve of gojo’s smile against your skin.

“do you really love me, baby?”

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“i read your diary,” gojo way too casually remarks.

you stop in your tracks immediately and whip your body around to face him. in one of his hands, gojo holds your thin, black journal high the air. he’s smiling - nice and wide - and you’re sure his eyes are crinkling behind the dark shades of his sunglasses.

“what?”

it’s a dumb question. you know what gojo’s just said, the fact he’s holding your journal is proof enough, but you need confirmation that you didn’t mishear him. you foolishly hope that you did mishear him.

“i read your diary,” he repeats. the grin on his face never falters as he swings your journal back and forth in his hand.

you take a few steps closer to him, but not too close. you fold your arms over your chest and do your best to look peeved rather than nervous.

“that’s an invasion of privacy.”

you cock a brow, proud of the way your voice comes out strong without any stuttering. your voice doesn’t give away the rapid hammering of your heart in your chest or the blood rushing through your ears.

“it’s not my fault you left it open in the common room.”

gojo dismisses your comment with a wave of his hand. he’s not wrong, it isn’t his fault that you forgot your journal in the common room, but that in no way gave gojo permission to go through it. you open your mouth once more to retort, but your voice dies out when gojo takes a few steps closer to you.

he’s too close now, merely a few inches away, but he doesn’t appear bothered by the lack of space between you. no, gojo seems all too comfortable with the proximity.

“i read those pages, you know.”

his lips ghosts the shell of your ear, his warm breath hitting your skin in a puff. you take a deep, shaky breath and try to compose yourself.

you don’t want to think about what gojo must have seen reading through your diary. all the old entries detailing about how annoying you find him and how much you despise his arrogance. all the new ones regarding how pretty his eyes are and how you admire the strength he possesses.

you can feel the curve of gojo’s smile against your skin.

“do you really love me, baby?”

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“i read your diary,” gojo way too casually remarks.

you stop in your tracks immediately and whip your body around to face him. in one of his hands, gojo holds your thin, black journal high the air. he’s smiling - nice and wide - and you’re sure his eyes are crinkling behind the dark shades of his sunglasses.

“what?”

it’s a dumb question. you know what gojo’s just said, the fact he’s holding your journal is proof enough, but you need confirmation that you didn’t mishear him. you foolishly hope that you did mishear him.

“i read your diary,” he repeats. the grin on his face never falters as he swings your journal back and forth in his hand.

you take a few steps closer to him, but not too close. you fold your arms over your chest and do your best to look peeved rather than nervous.

“that’s an invasion of privacy.”

you cock a brow, proud of the way your voice comes out strong without any stuttering. your voice doesn’t give away the rapid hammering of your heart in your chest or the blood rushing through your ears.

“it’s not my fault you left it open in the common room.”

gojo dismisses your comment with a wave of his hand. he’s not wrong, it isn’t his fault that you forgot your journal in the common room, but that in no way gave gojo permission to go through it. you open your mouth once more to retort, but your voice dies out when gojo takes a few steps closer to you.

he’s too close now, merely a few inches away, but he doesn’t appear bothered by the lack of space between you. no, gojo seems all too comfortable with the proximity.

“i read those pages, you know.”

his lips ghosts the shell of your ear, his warm breath hitting your skin in a puff. you take a deep, shaky breath and try to compose yourself.

you don’t want to think about what gojo must have seen reading through your diary. all the old entries detailing about how annoying you find him and how much you despise his arrogance. all the new ones regarding how pretty his eyes are and how you admire the strength he possesses.

you can feel the curve of gojo’s smile against your skin.

“do you really love me, baby?”

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— megumi x @ukeishin x itadori

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<3 HELP PLEASE ITKFLSXKCNMSCK

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it genuinely pisses me off how attractive gojo is like WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT???????

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i just wanna kiss a big dumb boy

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how am i expected to not sob over nanami saying being a child is not a sin

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— gojo satoru + singing to them.

@proherotheflamehashira asked: Singing to them + Gojo Satoru please, thank you so much for your writing content. Keep up the good work!!!!

note: thank you so much!! i hope you like this :3

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader.

word count: 1k.

genre: fluff.

the flower shop.

It’s late.

You’re not sure how late it is. (You’re too lazy to grab your phone and check your phone and you don’t own an alarm clock. Maybe, you should invest in one. A small digital one would fit nicely on your nightstand.) All you know is that it’s late enough into the night that you should be sound asleep by this point. You should be well into a dream, hopefully a pleasant one, and snoring the night away. You should not be lying in bed wide awake after crawling underneath the covers hours ago.

You would blame your inability to sleep on the caffeine you ingested a little too late in the day, and though that may be a part of the issue, you know exactly why sleep is eluding you this evening. Tearing your gaze from the ceiling you’ve been staring at for hours, you slowly roll onto your side and heavily sigh.

The other side of the bed remains untouched. The corners of the comforter are still neatly folded and the pillow is perfectly fluffed up in the position you placed it in days ago. The sheets are cool to the touch. The other side of the bed is empty, specifically devoid of a certain individual.

Though you’d hate to admit it to his face, in fear of inflating his ego even further, you miss Satoru. Overnight, or extended, missions are nothing unusual to either of you. It comes with the job as a jujutsu sorcerer and it’s something you’ve learned to grow accustomed to. Still, you can’t help but dislike being away from Satoru for too long.

It’s hard for you to sleep when he’s away. You mentally curse Satoru for being so cuddly, especially in his sleep. You’ve grown far too used to him clinging to you, wrapping all of his limbs around your body and placing his head in the curve of your neck, that you’re acutely aware of his absence. Somehow you’re unable to get a wink of sleep if you’re not being smothered. Who would have thought?

You shake your head and huff, turning to lie on your back once more. Staring at the ceiling is getting you absolutely nowhere. This is enough. You blindly reach your hand out, patting around your nightstand until your fingers curve around the edges of your phone. You wince at the sheer brightness of your screen when you bring it up to your face. Quickly, you hurry to lower the brightness to a level where you don’t have to squint to stare at your screen.

Your eyes flicker to the top of your lock screen: 2:32 A.M. It’s late, much later than you expected. Satoru is most likely asleep at this hour, but your thumb moves to dial his number before you really even think about it.

Your phone rings twice before Satoru picks up.

“Did somebody miss me?”

The staticky sound of Satoru’s voice teasing you is enough to elicit a quiet chuckle to slip past your lips. Of course Satoru would never pass up the opportunity to poke fun at you, even if it is the dead of night.

“Maybe,” you admit. It feels good to hear his voice, even if he just called you briefly yesterday. He’s been busy with this particular mission, only able to call you for the first time yesterday for a few minutes and texting you sporadically throughout the few days he’s been gone. He’s a pain in your ass more often than not, but you don’t think you could ever truly tire of Satoru.

You curl up onto your side, keeping the phone held close to your ear.

“I can’t sleep.”

The unspoken without you rings clear throughout the line.

“Aw, do you want me to sing you a lullaby or something?”

It’s meant as a jest, nothing more than a joke, but you’d do anything to fall asleep right now.

“Will you, Satoru?”

Tiredness is heavily laced in your voice. There’s a small undercurrent of vulnerability that only comes out in the security of the darkness and heavy blanket of the night. It trembles through your throat when you quietly ask Satoru the question.

You’re so tired and all you want is Satoru back home and in bed with you. You want to tell him to get off of you when he curls his body into yours and you want him to defiantly tell you no while tightening his grip around you. You’re sure you sound pouty, but who could blame you? You just really miss Satoru, after all.

“Of course, baby,” he softly murmurs into the receiver. You lie the phone down on the pillow beside your head and curl your body towards it. You tug the covers, which have slipped down, up again and tuck them right below your chin. You hear Satoru shifting around on the other side as you get comfortable in your bed. (As comfortable as you can without him, at least.)

Your eyes flutter closed as Satoru begins to quietly sing into the phone. You focus closely on the soft staticky sound of Satoru’s voice. His singing isn’t anything earth-shattering, but surprisingly, he can hold a tune quite well. You don’t think you’ve ever heard anything sweeter. You keep your eyes closed and let the sound of Satoru singing wash over you. Your breathing begins to even out and a wave of sudden drowsiness crashes over you. Before you know it, you’re out like a light.

“Baby, you still there?”

Satoru pauses after awhile and waits a beat or two for you to answer. He smiles to himself when all he hears is the sound of your rhythmic breathing.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he promises.

And with that, Satoru hangs up with a click.

(The next night with you in his arms, Satoru relentlessly teases you about how cute it is that you’re unable to sleep without him. He only laughs when you try to smother him with a pillow.)

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— gojo satoru + singing to them.

@proherotheflamehashira asked: Singing to them + Gojo Satoru please, thank you so much for your writing content. Keep up the good work!!!!

note: thank you so much!! i hope you like this :3

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader.

word count: 1k.

genre: fluff.

the flower shop.

It’s late.

You’re not sure how late it is. (You’re too lazy to grab your phone and check your phone and you don’t own an alarm clock. Maybe, you should invest in one. A small digital one would fit nicely on your nightstand.) All you know is that it’s late enough into the night that you should be sound asleep by this point. You should be well into a dream, hopefully a pleasant one, and snoring the night away. You should not be lying in bed wide awake after crawling underneath the covers hours ago.

You would blame your inability to sleep on the caffeine you ingested a little too late in the day, and though that may be a part of the issue, you know exactly why sleep is eluding you this evening. Tearing your gaze from the ceiling you’ve been staring at for hours, you slowly roll onto your side and heavily sigh.

The other side of the bed remains untouched. The corners of the comforter are still neatly folded and the pillow is perfectly fluffed up in the position you placed it in days ago. The sheets are cool to the touch. The other side of the bed is empty, specifically devoid of a certain individual.

Though you’d hate to admit it to his face, in fear of inflating his ego even further, you miss Satoru. Overnight, or extended, missions are nothing unusual to either of you. It comes with the job as a jujutsu sorcerer and it’s something you’ve learned to grow accustomed to. Still, you can’t help but dislike being away from Satoru for too long.

It’s hard for you to sleep when he’s away. You mentally curse Satoru for being so cuddly, especially in his sleep. You’ve grown far too used to him clinging to you, wrapping all of his limbs around your body and placing his head in the curve of your neck, that you’re acutely aware of his absence. Somehow you’re unable to get a wink of sleep if you’re not being smothered. Who would have thought?

You shake your head and huff, turning to lie on your back once more. Staring at the ceiling is getting you absolutely nowhere. This is enough. You blindly reach your hand out, patting around your nightstand until your fingers curve around the edges of your phone. You wince at the sheer brightness of your screen when you bring it up to your face. Quickly, you hurry to lower the brightness to a level where you don’t have to squint to stare at your screen.

Your eyes flicker to the top of your lock screen: 2:32 A.M. It’s late, much later than you expected. Satoru is most likely asleep at this hour, but your thumb moves to dial his number before you really even think about it.

Your phone rings twice before Satoru picks up.

“Did somebody miss me?”

The staticky sound of Satoru’s voice teasing you is enough to elicit a quiet chuckle to slip past your lips. Of course Satoru would never pass up the opportunity to poke fun at you, even if it is the dead of night.

“Maybe,” you admit. It feels good to hear his voice, even if he just called you briefly yesterday. He’s been busy with this particular mission, only able to call you for the first time yesterday for a few minutes and texting you sporadically throughout the few days he’s been gone. He’s a pain in your ass more often than not, but you don’t think you could ever truly tire of Satoru.

You curl up onto your side, keeping the phone held close to your ear.

“I can’t sleep.”

The unspoken without you rings clear throughout the line.

“Aw, do you want me to sing you a lullaby or something?”

It’s meant as a jest, nothing more than a joke, but you’d do anything to fall asleep right now.

“Will you, Satoru?”

Tiredness is heavily laced in your voice. There’s a small undercurrent of vulnerability that only comes out in the security of the darkness and heavy blanket of the night. It trembles through your throat when you quietly ask Satoru the question.

You’re so tired and all you want is Satoru back home and in bed with you. You want to tell him to get off of you when he curls his body into yours and you want him to defiantly tell you no while tightening his grip around you. You’re sure you sound pouty, but who could blame you? You just really miss Satoru, after all.

“Of course, baby,” he softly murmurs into the receiver. You lie the phone down on the pillow beside your head and curl your body towards it. You tug the covers, which have slipped down, up again and tuck them right below your chin. You hear Satoru shifting around on the other side as you get comfortable in your bed. (As comfortable as you can without him, at least.)

Your eyes flutter closed as Satoru begins to quietly sing into the phone. You focus closely on the soft staticky sound of Satoru’s voice. His singing isn’t anything earth-shattering, but surprisingly, he can hold a tune quite well. You don’t think you’ve ever heard anything sweeter. You keep your eyes closed and let the sound of Satoru singing wash over you. Your breathing begins to even out and a wave of sudden drowsiness crashes over you. Before you know it, you’re out like a light.

“Baby, you still there?”

Satoru pauses after awhile and waits a beat or two for you to answer. He smiles to himself when all he hears is the sound of your rhythmic breathing.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he promises.

And with that, Satoru hangs up with a click.

(The next night with you in his arms, Satoru relentlessly teases you about how cute it is that you’re unable to sleep without him. He only laughs when you try to smother him with a pillow.)

[itadorisgf]

— gojo satoru + singing to them.

@proherotheflamehashira asked: Singing to them + Gojo Satoru please, thank you so much for your writing content. Keep up the good work!!!!

note: thank you so much!! i hope you like this :3

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader.

word count: 1k.

genre: fluff.

the flower shop.

It’s late.

You’re not sure how late it is. (You’re too lazy to grab your phone and check your phone and you don’t own an alarm clock. Maybe, you should invest in one. A small digital one would fit nicely on your nightstand.) All you know is that it’s late enough into the night that you should be sound asleep by this point. You should be well into a dream, hopefully a pleasant one, and snoring the night away. You should not be lying in bed wide awake after crawling underneath the covers hours ago.

You would blame your inability to sleep on the caffeine you ingested a little too late in the day, and though that may be a part of the issue, you know exactly why sleep is eluding you this evening. Tearing your gaze from the ceiling you’ve been staring at for hours, you slowly roll onto your side and heavily sigh.

The other side of the bed remains untouched. The corners of the comforter are still neatly folded and the pillow is perfectly fluffed up in the position you placed it in days ago. The sheets are cool to the touch. The other side of the bed is empty, specifically devoid of a certain individual.

Though you’d hate to admit it to his face, in fear of inflating his ego even further, you miss Satoru. Overnight, or extended, missions are nothing unusual to either of you. It comes with the job as a jujutsu sorcerer and it’s something you’ve learned to grow accustomed to. Still, you can’t help but dislike being away from Satoru for too long.

It’s hard for you to sleep when he’s away. You mentally curse Satoru for being so cuddly, especially in his sleep. You’ve grown far too used to him clinging to you, wrapping all of his limbs around your body and placing his head in the curve of your neck, that you’re acutely aware of his absence. Somehow you’re unable to get a wink of sleep if you’re not being smothered. Who would have thought?

You shake your head and huff, turning to lie on your back once more. Staring at the ceiling is getting you absolutely nowhere. This is enough. You blindly reach your hand out, patting around your nightstand until your fingers curve around the edges of your phone. You wince at the sheer brightness of your screen when you bring it up to your face. Quickly, you hurry to lower the brightness to a level where you don’t have to squint to stare at your screen.

Your eyes flicker to the top of your lock screen: 2:32 A.M. It’s late, much later than you expected. Satoru is most likely asleep at this hour, but your thumb moves to dial his number before you really even think about it.

Your phone rings twice before Satoru picks up.

“Did somebody miss me?”

The staticky sound of Satoru’s voice teasing you is enough to elicit a quiet chuckle to slip past your lips. Of course Satoru would never pass up the opportunity to poke fun at you, even if it is the dead of night.

“Maybe,” you admit. It feels good to hear his voice, even if he just called you briefly yesterday. He’s been busy with this particular mission, only able to call you for the first time yesterday for a few minutes and texting you sporadically throughout the few days he’s been gone. He’s a pain in your ass more often than not, but you don’t think you could ever truly tire of Satoru.

You curl up onto your side, keeping the phone held close to your ear.

“I can’t sleep.”

The unspoken without you rings clear throughout the line.

“Aw, do you want me to sing you a lullaby or something?”

It’s meant as a jest, nothing more than a joke, but you’d do anything to fall asleep right now.

“Will you, Satoru?”

Tiredness is heavily laced in your voice. There’s a small undercurrent of vulnerability that only comes out in the security of the darkness and heavy blanket of the night. It trembles through your throat when you quietly ask Satoru the question.

You’re so tired and all you want is Satoru back home and in bed with you. You want to tell him to get off of you when he curls his body into yours and you want him to defiantly tell you no while tightening his grip around you. You’re sure you sound pouty, but who could blame you? You just really miss Satoru, after all.

“Of course, baby,” he softly murmurs into the receiver. You lie the phone down on the pillow beside your head and curl your body towards it. You tug the covers, which have slipped down, up again and tuck them right below your chin. You hear Satoru shifting around on the other side as you get comfortable in your bed. (As comfortable as you can without him, at least.)

Your eyes flutter closed as Satoru begins to quietly sing into the phone. You focus closely on the soft staticky sound of Satoru’s voice. His singing isn’t anything earth-shattering, but surprisingly, he can hold a tune quite well. You don’t think you’ve ever heard anything sweeter. You keep your eyes closed and let the sound of Satoru singing wash over you. Your breathing begins to even out and a wave of sudden drowsiness crashes over you. Before you know it, you’re out like a light.

“Baby, you still there?”

Satoru pauses after awhile and waits a beat or two for you to answer. He smiles to himself when all he hears is the sound of your rhythmic breathing.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he promises.

And with that, Satoru hangs up with a click.

(The next night with you in his arms, Satoru relentlessly teases you about how cute it is that you’re unable to sleep without him. He only laughs when you try to smother him with a pillow.)