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in sickness ‘n in health ‹𝟹 the itoshi brothers

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in which, your childhood friends, rin and sae itoshi, come down with fevers while staying over at your home. the worst part? both of your parents are out of town on a trip which means you have to take care of them. the best part? rin and sae are rather cute when they’re sick.

╰┈➤ rin n sae being so cute, brothers bickering, fevers, childhood friends to something more, wc : 3.6k

banner cred : @fabisanchezz on pinterest :3

──⋆. 𐙚 ˚˙🍓̟!! warm and soft sunlight poured in through the pretty vintage lace curtains and into the spare guest room. summer’s inviting and pleasant breeze floated into the room — the lazy summer morning awakening the two slumbering boys.

your childhood family friends, the itoshi brothers, currently shared a bed in one of your spare guest rooms. your parents had left early this morning for their little getaway, leaving you, rin and sae alone together. not like that was a bad thing. you were rather fond of the itoshi brothers, and they were fond of you. the three of you had always gotten along. ranging from holding hands and spinning in circles as toddlers, to climbing trees together as young children, to dipping and swimming together in the lake as preteens, to now – spending comfortable time together.

when it had hit eleven o’clock in the morning and you hadn’t been awoken by the bustle and commotion of the itoshi brothers, you knew something was up. you’d padded out of your room and down the hall into the guest bedroom ; and there they were. in the queen sized bed, sae and rin laid on opposite sides of the bed, nestled under the pretty strawberry speckled cream and lace comforter, slipping in and out of consciousness.

from where you stood at the door, peeking out at the boys in your little flimsy white lace tanktop and pretty teal flower shorts, you managed to call out for them. “rin? sae?”

you were met with two unanimous groans of pain.

curiously, you stepped into the room, met with the warm summer breeze and golden sunlight that illuminated the cute strawberry patterned bed. you looked to the wooden nightstand beside sae to see his phone completely untouched, the lamp shut off. you looked to rin’s side of the bed to see his phone also completely untouched, however his lamp was on. unusual.

you tiptoed closer to rin’s side of the bed, noticing sae was nearly completely hidden under the covers on his side, save for the shock of magenta hair peeking out. as you approached rin, you watched him stir groggily, another groan falling from his lips. he turned his head, his long lashes fluttering as he struggled to open them, his unfocused hazy teal gaze landing on you.

“i don’t feel good.” he murmured, his voice low and raspy from sleep. “i feel all hot ‘n dizzy.”

hesitantly, you lifted your hand, pushing rin’s dark hair out of his face and pressing your palm to his forehead. his skin was hot — too hot. you retracted your hand, sympathy in your voice as you looked at the hazy eyed boy. “oh, rin, you’re burning up.”

when you looked at him now, dark hair splayed out against the pillows, his teal eyes half-lidded, and his face flushed pink — he definitely looked out of it. he blinked at you, a flutter of long lashes, and you tried to ignore the way your face flushed purely from the way he looked at you.

you looked away, shutting off the lamp, before making your way over to the other side of the bed where the older itoshi, sae, was located.

you stopped in front of where he laid on his bed, your hands gingerly going to the covers and pulling them back to reveal sae. his soft magenta hair was a pretty contrast to the strawberry cream pillow he laid on, with his bangs covering his forehead the way you hadn’t seen in years. it had been so long since you’d seen sae’s face this close since he’d left for spain.

sae stirred awake, his teal eyes — the exact same as rin’s, slowly opened. with what little strength he had, sae turned his body to lie on his back instead of his side, draping his forearm over his eyes and groaning. “shit, everything hurts.” his voice raspy, his throat raw. “what time is it?” he managed to say.

you responded gently. “about eleven o’clock.”

sae groggily lifted himself up from the bed suddenly, bringing his hand to his head and groaning. “i have practice.”

your eyes widened in surprise. seriously? he could hardly lift himself up, nevermind even getting out of bed. he was ridiculous. you heard rin groan in agreement beside him. they were both insane. of course, you should expect no less from these soccer crazed lunatic brothers.

you sat down on the edge of the bed as sae attempted to toss the covers off of himself. “you can hardly get out of bed.”

“get out of my way, y/n.” he replied, attempting to get himself out of bed with a wince.

“sae, you need to rest.” you persisted softly, as if you were a mother attempting to calm a bratty child. you lifted your hand to check for his temperature but he swatted your hand away.

“no, i’m f-fine.” he was stubborn. it must have ran in the itoshi bloodline or something. sae only pushed the covers back more, wincing and bringing his hand back to his head.

“sae.” you pulled the covers back over his lap, but sae was shoving your hands off insistently.

he glared at you, rosy cheeks, feverish teal eyes, adorable bangs over his forehead and all. his hands went to your wrists, lifting them away from the covers and up in the air. “no.”

this was one of the rarest chances of ever having an ounce of strength over sae. with his weakened and aching body and poor coordination, you pulled your wrists out of his grip, quickly grabbing for his wrists instead. with determination, you pinned his wrists down to the bed, forcing him back down onto his pillow — his magenta hair like a halo around his head.

his wrists seared your palms and fingers with their heat as you pressed them down into the softness of the sheets. sae looked up at you from where you loomed over him, his lips just parted and his eyes wide in surprise and another emotion within them that you just couldn’t quite place. your cheeks heated as you looked down at the boy beneath you, the quiet intimacy in the way he looked at you — it was too much. this was sae.

“you’re staying here.” you commanded, holding his stare. “i’ll tie you down to this bed if i have to, sae.”

you looked at him for a moment longer, waiting for him to make a smartass nonchalant retort. he didn’t. he didn’t say anything at all. he just kept looking up at you like you’d stolen the breath from his lungs.

that’s enough. you released his wrists and slipped off the bed, heading towards the door to collect your thoughts and figure out what the hell to do with these two feverish boys.

“you’re crazy.” sae breathed finally.

“you’re the crazy one for wanting to play soccer in this state.” you replied, your hand reaching the doorframe as you looked over your shoulder at the two brothers in their shared pretty strawberry bed. your eyes darted from a flustered looking sae to a wistful looking rin. “you both are on bed lockdown. you got that?”

both boys replied in sleepy voices at once. “yes, ma’am.”

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──⋆. 𐙚 ˚˙🍓̟!! you had rustled around your bathroom for a small medical kit where you kept your thermometer, double checking the boys for fevers. surprisingly, rin was rather compliant to your ministrations while sae was on the brattier side. unusual. you would have expected rin to be the hassle and for sae to be the reasonable one. nevertheless, for the remainder of the lazy hour (for them) since you’d discovered their illness, you’d made about three phone calls to your parents, rin and sae’s coaches, and to a friend of sae’s you believed to be named shidou. luckily, people seemed to trust you enough to take care of these boys, especially your guys’ parents. you wouldn’t let anybody down. so, you’d been heating up soup for the boys and making tea for them.

you had already helped a sleepy rin eat his soup, pulling up a strawberry cushioned wooden chair up beside either side of the bed. you’d watched as rin obediently drank the soup from the fine china spoon you brought to his lips, quiet and soft in the way he looked at you every so often between the spoonfuls brought to his mouth. so incredibly delicate in the way he allowed you to bring the porcelain bowl to his lips before tipping the remainder of the broth into his mouth. he seemed almost shy as he tucked himself back under the covers, his cheeks flushing an even brighter pink.

now, you sat by sae’s side, lifting the final spoonful to sae’s lips — a glare and the softest of pouts on his face. yet he opened his mouth and allowed you to tip the spoonful of broth into his mouth. really, whatever intimidation he might have had when he was at his full strength was no match for this weakened and adorable boy in front of you. bangs and all.

he swallowed, a frown on his face. “i want another blanket.”

you looked at him incredulously for a moment, a surprised laugh almost bubbling to your lips. who knew the cool and calculating itoshi sae could be so bratty? and without an ounce of manners. you’d just fed him as if he were a little boy! not even a thank you. typical.

“a thicker one.” sae’s tone was clipped, even through his lower voice.

you tilted your head at his request, your hair following your movement. you looked at him expectantly, a hint of a smile on your lips, and the soft sound of a tease in your voice. “where are your manners, sae?”

sae’s eyes remained on yours, his pride wounded and coming slightly undone at the look on your face and the tone of your voice. he had his arms crossed over his chest, his forearms and biceps out on display, his muscled body just barely hidden by the material of his soft grey tanktop. then his arms loosened a little and he let out a sigh. his eyes softened finally. “please.”

your smile could have outshone the sun. you truly looked radiant, and for a moment, you could’ve sworn sae thought this exact thing. it was the way his pretty teal eyes blinked in quiet astonishment and his lips just parted.

“well since you asked so nicely.” you said, and you placed his bowl down on the wooden bedside table beside his cup of tea (same as rin’s) before making your way over to the wooden dresser. you opened one of the bottom drawers and pulled out a soft wooly blanket that was decorated with small and sweet blue flowers that matched the teal flowers of your little sleep shorts.

you returned to sae, gently opening the folded blanket up and placing it on top of the strawberry comforter where sae laid. his calloused fingers reached the blue and white patterned fabric, pulling it closer to him as he mumbled something that sounded like a thank you — his eyes averted and his face flushed.

then he lifted a hand to his forehead, his eyes widening as realization dawned upon him. his bangs had been down this entire time. he looked to you, his pretty eyes wide with momentary horror before he managed to say with a gravelly voice, “where’s my hairspray? you can’t see my bangs like this-”

oh my god. he truly was insane. he was battling a fever and had to be wrestled to stay in bed and rest, and now he was freaking out about you seeing his bangs down? it was almost laughable. you’d grown up with sae. you’d seen his bangs down for almost the entirety of your life — what was the difference now that he was a little older?

your hand reached his burning hot wrist, pulling his hand away from where it had pushed his magenta bangs back. “you sound like a girl.” he was honestly ridiculous. what did it matter if his hair was in his face or not? he was still sae. you said the next words so nonchalantly, an eye roll in your words. “you’re beautiful either way, sae.”

sae’s breath hitched and his heart stuttered in his chest as he felt your touch slip away from him, making your way over to the other side of the bed. he blinked, processing your words. you’d never called him beautiful before.

a bitter low raspy voice spoke up from his side of the bed. “your bangs are so fucking stupid, sae.” rin‘s mood had darkened ever so slightly (majorly) from listening to your interactions with sae. “she’s lying to you.”

“yeah?” sae fired back, his throat still raw. he didn’t understand why he was engaging in rin’s foolish nonsense. the kid just wouldn’t quit whatever rebellious phase he was going through. he didn’t even know why he was fueling rin’s stupidity. just that he felt like he needed to now. “well, you’re just jealous she called me beautiful.”

rin’s voice was sharper than it had ever been that day. “no i’m not.”

as you listened to the boys bicker, you could only giggle fondly as you finally reached rin. he looked up at you with rosy cheeks and nervous pretty teal eyes, his eyebrows furrowed just slightly in what appeared to be jealousy. you couldn’t help the warm light that melted your heart as you looked down at him. sweet and pretty rin was jealous. how cute.

you sat down on the strawberry cushioned wooden chair, your graceful hand lifting to gently brush his slightly dampened dark hair back out of his face. the full beauty of his angel-carved features was revealed to you — from those high cheekbones, to the thin straight set of his eyebrows, to the pretty curve of his nose, to his porcelain skin, to his beautiful teal eyes fringed with the longest lashes, and finally to his soft pink mouth sculpted for the heavenliest of kisses. oh, rin was beautiful.

they both were. with those devastating eyes, high cheekbones, perfect skin, pretty noses and sweet lips ; the itoshi brothers were truly amalgamations of angels incarnate.

you drew your hand away from rin’s face, his eyes chasing your touch longingly as your hands went to the cup of tea by his bedside and brought it to his lips.

you couldn’t help the flush of your cheeks and the soft smile on your lips as you said, “i think you’re beautiful too, rin.”

rin’s cheeks flushed pink as he looked up at you through his lashes, allowing you to tip the warm chamomile and mint liquid into his mouth. then gently, you pulled the cup away from him once he’d swallowed, a droplet of tea perched perfectly on his lower lip and ready to dribble down his chin. your thumb went out to swipe across his lower lip, wiping the tea from his mouth.

oh, rin. he looked absolutely starstruck.

rin’s eyes darted away from yours, his dark hair slowly falling back over his face and over his eyes as it usually did. you couldn’t tell if it was his fever or if it was really just him blushing furiously.

“thank you.” he mumbled, not meeting your gaze.

you felt your face warm, the intimacy and proximity to him unfamiliar after so long. rin had always been pretty, but now he was devastating.

you looked away from rin, hoping he wouldn’t notice your reaction. “see, sae?” you called out to the older itoshi brother. “your brother is a fast learner.”

“he’s kissing up to you ‘cause he has the hots for you.” sae grumbled from where he’d nestled himself into bed, only the top of his magenta hair visible once more.

you blinked in surprise at his response.

“shut up, sae.” rin snapped through his raspy voice. however he didn’t look at you. he didn’t deny sae’s words either. you didn’t know quite what to make of that. neither did rin. neither did sae.

silence lapsed between the three of you for a moment.

then rin mumbled, “lukewarm.”

“half-baked.” sae shot back.

“boys! enough arguing.” you exclaimed. never in all your years of knowing them had you ever experienced them argue and insult each other like this. of course there had always been brotherly bickering, but most of all, sae and rin had been inseparable and incredibly sweet to each other. now, you were noticing that they didn’t even look as though they could stand being in the same bed as each other. “what has gotten into you?”

“rin’s problem, not mine.” sae muttered from his side of the bed, not even bothering to turn around and face you and rin.

rin’s nose scrunched at sae’s proclamation. “don’t act like you’re some angel-”

“hey.” your voice was firm, putting a stop to rin’s words before he could say something he would regret.

rin looked to you, a mixture of pleading, anger and hurt in his eyes. that’s when it dawned upon you. something had happened between them in your years apart from each other. the rin you knew would never even dream of saying something negative about his older brother — but with that distraught look on his pretty face, you knew deeper emotions lied within those teal eyes. things they had yet to tell you and things you had yet to discover.

rin’s moment of weakness had ended as quickly as it had begun, firing back at sae heatedly with anger laced through his words, “and don’t act like you don’t have a picture of her in your wallet.”

you blinked in surprise once more, your eyes leaving rin to settle on sae across the bed. sae who had turned around to look at his little brother, his teal eyes flashing with something like that of irritation. the most emotion you’d seen from sae in years.

“you’re fucking dead, rin.” he rasped, his feverish face flushed pink.

“hey! lose the attitude!” you snapped, holding onto your seat and capturing the attention of both brothers. their eyes darted to you simultaneously, rin looking a little bit more comfortable that sae was the one to be incriminated. then you gave him a pointed look, crossing your arms over your chest. “both of you.”

with both boys watching you now, you felt a little bit uneasy. a little flustered. was sae just poking fun at rin for that little comment earlier? your eyes slid from rin to sae, then back to rin. sae wasn’t the teasing type, and rin wouldn’t react so strongly if he didn’t feel the need to. you looked at sae again, his magenta hair falling in his eyes so perfectly — the perfect angel amongst the strawberry covers. did he really keep a picture of you in his wallet?

nevermind that. what had happened between them? you had never once imagined that sae and rin itoshi could be at each other’s throats like this. sae who was notorious for his cruelty against those who dared to say anything negative about rin. rin who smiled with wonder as he watched sae play on the field. rin and sae who were known as a force to be reckoned with. what had happened that they weren’t telling you?

“i don’t know what happened between you two,” your voice was stern, shifting your gaze between a discontented looking rin and sae. “but when i’m here, i don’t need to hear it. especially not when i’m trying to help you boys out.” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose before lifting up from your chair and collecting the empty bowl at rin’s wooden nightstand. rin and sae watched you quietly as you made your way over to sae’s side of the bed, picking up his empty bowl. then you made your way to the door, waving a hand dismissively at them. “be civil, if anything only when i’m around.”

then you left, leaving the itoshi brothers to their silence, their sickness, the rays of sunlight, the summer breeze and each other.

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──⋆. 𐙚 ˚˙🍓̟!! to your surprise, you didn’t hear any bickering upstairs between the boys (or fighting, thank the angels). it was pleasant downstairs as you collected your thoughts in the kitchen, washing the dishes, crafting yourself a fruity yogurt bowl and curling up on a chair at the breakfast table. you turned over your interactions with rin and sae in your mind, your feelings unclear and unfamiliar.

you had known rin and sae for years, yet suddenly things felt so foreign between the three of you. different. new. a shift in the air.

sae had changed. he had always been reserved and collected, but he seemed colder now. before his fever, he had seemed lost within the depths of his own mind. lost yet secure in that solitude. he’d changed physically too. though he was older than you by a year, he was always shorter than you. when he’d left for spain, he’d been just an inch shorter than you. he wasn’t just taller than you now — he was stronger than you, bigger than you. broad shoulders and a muscular body he’d never had before — and his face somehow more beautiful than when you’d last seen it. sae had gone from a pretty spring tulip to a winter rose. where all his features had been soft and sweet, they’d turned sharper and colder, a stark contrast to those around him. where a regular boy’s beauty was meant to snag the attention of those around them, sae’s beauty was meant to enchant those around him. sae had an allure to him that transcended beyond just his beauty. an allure that had gotten even to you. and of course, what was his pretty face without those bangs, now typically out of his face. he hadn’t just changed physically. things between you had changed too. when he’d been in spain, your timezones hadn’t aligned and overtime you’d drifted apart — nothing but a monthly catch up conversation between the two of you. being together again felt different. it was in the brush of your hands when you both reached to grab something, the lingering gazes and the soft way he said your name. so soft you wondered if it was really sae speaking. so soft you wondered if he’d always said your name like that. if he’d always looked at you like that. if he’d always touched you like that. things had changed a lot since spain.

rin was not the young boy you once knew him as. where rin had once been the soft and quiet boy, he had become sharper. there was an air of nonchalance around him now — but you could see behind his eyes that rage, anguish, and desperation. beneath rin’s stoicism, emotions swirled within him like a hurricane. rin had changed in ways you’d never expected. rin, being a year younger than you, meant that he’d always been a little bit shorter than you. the last time you’d seen him was when you were fifteen and he was fourteen, and by then he’d only been a little bit taller than you. now? rin towered over you. where rin’s features had been soft, they’d sharpened like the edge of a pretty blade. everything from his jaw, his cheeks, his nose and his eyes had turned sharper — his eyes especially with an intensity that captivated you. rin had always been pretty but his beauty was something to truly behold. you’d been closer with rin since sae had left, but his time in blue lock had forcibly pulled the two of you apart, and when he’d returned to you, he was a blade — deadly and tempting. he’d returned to you with too many inches of height on you, powerful limbs corded with muscle and an even prettier face than before. things were different now with him too. the stolen glances when the other believed they weren’t looking, the way your hands would linger on each other for a moment too long, and the way he would watch you so intensely when you spoke. so intensely that you forgot how to breathe.

things were different now. you didn’t quite know what to make of it.

you pushed those thoughts out of your head as you placed your empty bowl in the sink, enough time passing for you to finally check on them once more.

up the stairs and down the hallway, the light from the sun poured out from the room with a soft golden glow. it was nearly straight out of a fairytale — the noble princess being lured into the beds of the cruel princes (just not as filthy as most stories would make it!).

you placed your hand on the doorframe, peeking your head into the room to catch a glimpse of the hopefully slumbering boys.

you scanned the strawberry printed lace trim covers, finding sae‘s pretty magenta hair revealed just over the top of where the covers enveloped him. then rin beside him — his eyes shut and his brows furrowed just slightly, as if he were in anguish even in his sleep.

you let out a quiet breath, turning to return back downstairs, the floor making the tiniest of creaks under your weight—

“y/n?”

a low, raspy voice called your name. a voice that could only belong to one boy.

you turned around softly, your hair following the motion, your eyes going to the deep green haired boy who peeled out at you sleepily. from the strawberry covers. oh, he looked so sweet like this — almost like the young rin you had been so fond of.

your eyes softened on him as you reentered the room, walking towards rin’s side of the bed. when you reached his side, you took a seat on the strawberry cushioned chair, getting a closer look at him.

“can’t sleep?” you asked, your voice soft as a lullaby.

“no.” his voice was rough. he looked at you through half-lidded teal eyes, his long lashes fringing those beautiful eyes of his — his face buried into the pillow and his arms wrapped around it. his hair fell in his eyes, almost hiding his gaze from you entirely. his eyebrows drew together just slightly in pain as his eyes fluttered shut, his voice raspy with sickness. “everything hurts. hard to sleep.” his eyes opened again, those longing, needy, beautiful eyes — hazy with fever. he groaned softly, “it’s too hot. too dizzy.”

your heart ached for him. with a tender gaze and your lips in the softest of pouts, you brought a delicate hand to his forehead, pushing his hair out of his face. you watched as his eyes fell shut, almost like a kitten getting pet. your fingers continued to softly stroke his hair back, and you watched as his breathing became heavier. “oh, rin.”

he made a small sound, low in his throat. “keep playing with my hair like that.” he nuzzled into your touch, his eyebrows drawing together as he relaxed under your touch. “feels…really good.”

your cheeks glowed pink at his statement, but you obeyed his request. you brushed his silky hair back further from his face, fully revealing his flushed and gorgeous face. “are you feeling better?”

“feels better now that you’re here.” he murmured, moving his head closer to yours with a soft groan. “please - please keep touching me like that.”

it was almost too intimate for you. the way he seemed to yearn for your touch, the vulnerable state he was in, those pretty little groans that left his mouth, and the truth and rawness in his words. too intimate for you. too much. this was rin.

rin who you’d kissed on the cheek as his gift for his sixth birthday. rin who you’d played tag with for hours and hours under the summer sunlight. rin who you’d baked cookies with as a surprise for sae’s birthday. rin who had once been small and light enough for you to carry on your back with almost no difficulty at all. rin who you’d watched horror movies with in the basement and who’d covered your mouth whenever you screamed. rin who you’d played soccer with in your backyards, both up against sae. rin who you’d placed bandaids on whenever he got hurt.

rin who was now much bigger and powerful than you. rin who was now nuzzling into your touch needily. rin who was now groaning softly with every stroke of your fingers through his dark hair. rin who was now breathing a little harder, his lips parting softly as his eyebrows drew together — the ache from his headache and fever being soothed by your touch. rin who was still rin, just much more different.

“can you come in bed with me?” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing bright pink, his eyes fluttering open but never quite meeting yours.

your heart leapt in your chest at his request, your lips parting in surprise.

he buried his face further into the pillow. “please?”

your body heated with an emotion you couldn’t quite name as you looked down at him, still stroking his hair back. he looked almost shy, not the stoic and cold rin you had become more used to seeing.

“i can do that for you.” your words were a little breathless, not really sure what this meant for you. why were you reacting like this? it’s just rin.

then you retracted your hand from his hair and pulled back the covers tentatively. a surprised breath left your lips as you looked down at rin’s body, covered just by a thin black tank top and his blue, black and teal checkered pajama pants. you tried not to stare at his biceps as he shifted away from the pillow, creating space for you. you tried not to notice the muscles in his back as he moved, and you tried not to imagine what they’d look like without this stupid tank top on.

you looked away, lifting up from your chair and putting your legs onto the bed one by one. you suddenly felt self-conscious in what you were wearing as well. your flimsy and soft little white lace tanktop and pretty teal and pink flower shorts felt a lot thinner and shorter than they had before. but rin didn’t seem to mind. rin didn’t seem to mind at all.

the moment you’d settled onto the bed with your legs curled up, rin had been on you instantly. before you knew it, strong arms had wrapped around your waist and rin had laid his face down against the plush of your smooth and soft thighs.

oh.

with your body feeling light and much too warm, and your bright pink flushed cheeks, you gently set your hand down on rin’s hair, resuming your soft and tender strokes through his dark silky hair. then he sighed — so softly and so shakily, his breath brushing against your thighs.

“thank you,” he said, his voice low and soft. he looked so peaceful like this. his eyes closed and his hair slowly being brushed out of his face, pressed so comfortably and needily against your thighs. like he belonged there. like you belonged here. then you felt his arms tighten just slightly around your waist. “for taking care of us.”

your heart completely melted. there he was. that sweet and caring boy you always knew. us. not him. him and sae. sae and him. rin who loved sae like his other half, a glimpse of him — back for a moment, gone in an instant. just in that short little word. us.

“of course.” you said, your voice so incredibly soft. a reflection of your emotions and the intimacy of this with him. you stroked his hair back from his eyes, watching as his breath evened. “you know i always will.”

so you stayed like this with him. you don’t know for how long, but eventually his breaths softened and evened. his weight against your thighs and around your waist seemed to get heavier. his heat and warmth melted into you deliciously. and as he fell deeper into sleep, you fell deeper into infatuation for him. asleep like this, with your fingers stroking through his silky dark hair, you could truly admire him.

he really was an angel. every feature of his was crafted in heaven — put together to create the image of the most beautiful boy you might have ever seen. maybe it was his vulnerability that heightened his beauty, but rin truly was a sight to behold. all of him. from the beauty of his face to the beauty of his heart.

“you know he’s always had a thing for you.” sae’s voice, thick with sleep interrupted your train of thought.

your head snapped up to meet his eyes. there he was in all his quiet, unnerving and perfect beauty. he’d propped his face up in his hand, looking down at a peaceful sleeping rin in your lap. the breeze from the window ruffled his hair perfectly, his bangs fell in his eyes, yet through them, you could feel the intensity of his eyes as he dragged them back up to meet yours. “since we were kids.”

your cheeks flushed pink as you looked down at the boy in your lap, your fingers still stroking through his hair, suddenly feeling much more flustered than you would’ve liked to admit. it felt wrong now. rin’s face was nestled in the soft plush of your thighs and his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist. and his older brother was watching you. sae was watching you. how long had he been awake? how long had he been watching you?

a pleasant knot curled in your abdomen as you looked down at him. your feelings melted and mixed together as you looked down at him. rin had always been the sweet boy just a year younger, an adorable friend you always protected. but now? he was devastatingly pretty, powerful and more than capable of protecting you. could it be? rin had always felt something more for you?

“really?” you asked, your voice a little higher than you intended, too nervous to meet sae’s intense gaze. it was so hard to breathe when he was watching you like that. “i never knew.”

“he’s not open about it. i wouldn’t know either if he wasn’t my brother.” sae said, his eyes drifting back down to where rin slept, something close to contempt in those pretty teal eyes of his. “he’s out of it right now, the bastard. that’s why he’s acting like this. he’ll go back to being quiet and untouchable once he comes to his senses.”

then his eyes found yours again, almost lazily, but you could see the shimmer of irritation in his gaze. towards you? towards rin? towards himself? you couldn’t tell. then those eyes of his dragged from your eyes, all the way down your body, lingering on your little top, ending at your legs. then he pulled his eyes up back to meet your gaze again, butterflies fluttering in your lower abdomen — your fingers in rin’s hair faltered for a moment.

“and you?” you asked, your heart thumping rapidly against your ribcage. sae wasn’t innocent either. hadn’t rin said sometbing earlier? “he said you had a picture of me in your wallet. is that true?”

“and if it is?” sae’s response was spoken through a low and firm voice, even through his fever. it was nerve wracking. his nonchalance and his dominance in the conversation. your question, meant to throw him off guard, was only met with a direct and passive reply. ineffective. and it was unbearable. the way he watched you with those cold eyes with anger swirling within them. “you’re my friend since we were kids.” he said. then his eyes softened. your fingers paused their motion through rin’s hair as you watched sae. then you heard the softness in his voice. the sincerity. the realness of it. “should i not be allowed to cherish you?”

when sae looked at you now, you could see the emotions in his eyes you had once understood so well — now you could only wish and hope to decipher it.

you were quiet, too flustered and shocked to reply. all you knew was that this was too much for your poor heart to take.

you felt a breath brush against your thighs — rin rustled awake, eyes half-lidded and his arms tightening around your waist. “while i’m sleeping is lukewarm, sae.”

“shut up.” sae replied, his voice gravelly as he looked at his younger brother with something that nearly looked like irritation. “you’ve been with her the longest, you selfish bastard. it’s my turn.”

you looked between the two boys nervously, their bickering beginning once more. you were torn between snapping at them to stop arguing and slipping away from the room to catch your breath and settle your thoughts.

you moved, the slightest bit, hardly even moving your legs to hop off the bed before rin was tightening his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into your thighs.

“don’t - don’t go. please.” he breathed, his voice rough from sleep and his fever, his touch almost possessive — needy. hesitantly, your fingers resumed brushing through his hair, his eyes fluttering shut again. “keep touching me. please. feels…” he groaned softly when your nails raked along his scalp, your heart leaping in your chest. “feels really good.”

“rin, if only you knew how you were acting right now.” you said, your voice so tender as you looked down at him — sae’s words echoing in your ears.

you could feel sae watching you intensely with narrowed eyes.

“i-i don’t care.” rin replied, shy and flustered once more. he kept his face pressed in your lap, his arms wrapping tighter around your waist. “wanna stay with you.”

“fuck you, rin. it’s my turn, you bastard.” sae snapped then, snatching the strawberry covers away from you and rin with a scowl.

“sae’s lying.” rin said desperately, lifting his head from your lap and looking up at you with the sweetest puppy eyes. “stay with me. please.”

“don’t listen to him.” sae said then, reaching forward and clasping his hand around your wrist that was in rin’s hair. he looked at you needily — and suddenly, you could hardly tell the difference between these boys. “i need you more.”

you smiled to yourself now, a little bit pleased by their behaviour. you lifted your other hand to softly cradle rin’s face as he looked up at you, your gaze so doting and loving. “you boys are so sweet and needy.”

rin only leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut once more. “can’t help it.”

then before rin could protest, you untangled yourself from his embrace and from sae’s hot grip on your wrist — both boys watching you with hopeful and desperate identical teal eyes. then you crawled over rin, sae’s lips parting as you settling in the center of the bed — right in between both brothers. your smooth legs slipped beneath the covers as you settled into the pillows.

your heart beat rapidly in your chest, a soft gasp escaping your parted lips as sae’s arm roamed over your waist before draping over you. then be buried his face against your chest over your heart as he groaned sleepily. rin’s arm wrapped around your thighs as he pressed his face against your abdomen — his eyes fluttering shut once more before letting out a shaky sigh.

your hands gently wove into their hair, listening to those soft needy sounds that escaped their lips as you worked your magic on them. and before long, both boys were slumbering and curled into you — at peace with each other for once, all for you.

you sighed, looking down at their sweet, innocent, pretty faces as they slept — a soft smile on your lips as you played with their hair dotingly. “what am i gonna do with you boys?”

#OH MYYYY 😖😖😖🫶#this was so soft and warm and ACKKK my heart has now fallen even further for the itoshi brothers </3 #they r so stupidly adorable in this i think i might explode #I LOVE THIS 🥹🥹🥹#beerecs ༊*·˚#beeisinlove #sae itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x reader

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"an angel restored"

part 2 of "a bird's song"

satoru gojo x reader

Synopsis: satoru brings you, his dead soulmate, to shoko in hopes of healing you.

to sum it up: you're satoru's soulmate, and a life without you is inconceivable

WC: 4,320

Warning(s): intense grief, mentions of death/reader death, angst to comfort

Satoru paces back and forth heavily, feet clomping against the marble floors as pearly white teeth nibble at his fingernails. His stomach is in knots, his eyes shot red from exhaustion, heartbreak, and mourning.

The image of you splayed out on the ground in a puddle of your own blood is ingrained in his head. He has not slept a wink for the past twenty-four hours, for the memory is too vivid. It is burned into his mind as something he is unable to forget, something that will never leave him.

His chest feels heavy as though something is weighing him down, crushing into his windpipe. The anxiety bites away at him, spiking his heart rate and making him a restless mess. The strongest sorcerer of the modern age is at his very weakest, his most vulnerable, and if any of his enemies were made aware of his current state, they would surely swarm in to take advantage.

Nevertheless, Satoru would fight them off, crushing each cursed being within the very palms of his hands as he'd stare coldly into their eyes. For as long as it meant protecting you, giving Shoko enough time to work a miracle, saving you from further danger than you're already in, not a thought would cross his hurried mind before killing, destroying, or squashing any imposing threat.

Amid Satoru's stupor of unfathomable grief upon discovering your body, it dawned on him to rush you to Shoko. His mind was not in the right space, for he did not think to ponder how long your body had been laying lifeless there - a factor that would absolutely play a role in whether Shoko would be successful in healing and reviving you or not.

But Satoru did not care. The moment the thought crossed his mind, he was on his feet with you clutched to his blood-drenched chest and teleporting you into the RTC infirmary.

Satoru trembled when he made eye contact with the stupefied brunette, his entire body shaking in response to feeling your cold flesh against his. He could feel the lifelessness of you, and it made him nauseous and feral with unease. This was not you. This could not be you. Shoko had to fix you, and there was no other option.

There was no other solution to this predicament.

Satoru struggled to part with you as he brought you to a cold slab and lay you down on it gently. He stared down at your face, wounded. A hole resided in your lower right abdomen where you must have been struck the fatal blow, for you had lost a significant amount of blood as it stained the entire lower half of your body.

The blue-eyed sorcerer's lip trembled uncontrollably, hands twitching at his side to reach for you, but something within him stopped him. As though he was petrified.

The melody of a songbird rang throughout his ears like a piercing siren, like an auditory mockery of what the world has stripped from him, of how helpless it has left The Gojo Satoru.

His jaw clenched, his brows pinched, and a strained whimper was caught in his tight throat as he fought off the cries threatening to spill. His darling, his light, his angel had dimmed before him, and now he clings to his last chance, his last hope of holding onto you. Of getting his soulmate back.

Not once has Satoru confessed to being in love with you in all his years of devoting his heart to yours, and before, he did not feel that he needed to express so due to the strength of your connection. What was felt and shared between the two of you was so strong that it was unsaid, that it was felt radiating through the very core of the earth as though the universe itself brought the two of you to each other.

But now, that is all Satoru can think of - how he never told you the depth of his feelings. How he never got to feel the sweet softness of your lips, swimming into his, how he never got to whisper his intense adorations into your ear as the two of you entangled in one another's bare limbs in the stillness of dawn, how he never got to clasp your hand in his as he bent down before you on one knee and swore to serve you as a lifelong partner, as someone who would never let you get hurt.

But he did just that. He let you slip away from his sight. He let this horror happen to you.

And Christ, if nature willed you to enter his life and bring meaning to it, then it was only fair for it to return you to him to fulfill your fate. You are his. He is yours, and not even death is enough to disrupt the magnetic pull that keeps you both together.

Satoru's hands are stained for you. The world now quivers in fear for your sake. His occupation, his morality, his very livelihood are in jeopardy because of you, because Satoru would do anything to avenge your soul, to honor you in death when he could not in life. He is in trouble for his actions after taking you to Shoko, but he does not care. He would murder millions and call his work divine if he were doing so to keep you safe, to keep you loved, to keep you alive.

Your worth transcends morality, transcends the rules of the world in which he inhabits. He would die happily in your place if it meant seeing your breath restored.

Satoru is petrified. It has been over a day, and he still has not gotten word from Shoko about your state. He understands that he is asking a lot of the woman, but she grew up with you, him, and Suguru all the same. She witnessed firsthand the love you two hold for each other, and therefore, she knows that if this can not be done, the world will end for sorcerers and non-sorcerers alike.

Because Satoru's sanity and overall being begins and ends with you.

The ivory-haired man can not imagine it. He can not imagine never being able to gaze upon your breathtaking face again, never being able to hear the sweet, honeyed tone of your voice ramble away your thoughts to him, never holding your delicate hand in his palm again, feeling your skin warm against his as he guides you close by.

Your big (e/c) eyes swollen with passion and wisdom and enchantment. Your (h/c) hair that captures the light every time you step into the sun. The smoothness of your soft (s/c) skin. Your beautiful arms, your beautiful legs, your beautiful lips, nose, fingers.

The rumble of your bright laughter, the way you bare all your teeth and keel over in hysterics, gripping onto Satoru's thigh for stability. The dent in your brow when he has done something to aggravate you. The flush of your cheeks when his hand brushes the small of your waist, and the way you bashfully turn to look to the side to avoid further embarrassment.

The gentle, maternal manner in which you teach your students. Your thoughtful urge to bring Satoru treats from his favorite bakeries and sweet shops. And god, the unsaid affections that linger on your tongue when the two of you are alone in each other's company late at night, swapping secrets and fears and expressions of appreciation.

Satoru's heart pangs at the memory of you, the memory he so desperately hopes to be revived... to not be lost along with you.

It has barely been over a day, and it feels as though a part of him has hollowed, like a hole has punctured through his chest where his heart once was.

He is nothing without you. He needs you, his light, his love, his sunshine, his soulmate. A life without you is a life not worth living. You are everything. You are the earth, the moon, the stars, and Satoru's very reason for breathing.

So this has to work. It must, or else he will lose all sense of himself.

The sun has set once more, time melding into yet another night spent without you. Satoru is cold, stiff as he stares ahead in an empty daze. He sits in the hall on the floor, his back pressed against the wall beside the door that leads to his estranged heart.

The birds' chirping has ceased for the day, and suddenly he finds himself in complete silence.

It was never silent when you were around.

The immense pain that grips Satoru has seized him in a state of paralysis. He has not eaten, drunk water, or moved from this very spot for... he is not even sure how long now.

It's so cold without you. So grey, so vacant. He is surprised the world has dulled itself now, of all times, and not when he first found your body.

The fair sorcerer shivers once more. He is impatient. He is angry. He is devastated. He sifts between a range of emotions as he wastes away in this sterile, unfeeling hallway, awaiting his sentence. Awaiting yours.

He almost does not think that the sound of the metal door creaking open to his left is real until he hears a gentle call of his name fall from Shoko's lips.

His head snaps up, and when he examines her face, he is quick to snap out of it and scramble to his feet.

What is this excitement intermixed with dread? This terror flooding into hope? Despite being oblivious to whatever news he is preparing to hear, he is upright at the thought of you, at the long-lost sight of your friend that could either mean happiness or eternal damnation.

The said brown eyed woman appears exhausted. Dark circles encase her heavy eyes, and flyaways stick out from her normally shiny hair. Satoru sees the tireless work plain on her face, and he remembers how thankful he is to have such a talented, hardworking woman as a friend to him and to you.

Satoru studies her face closely, unable to even utter the words to ask about what she has to say. He stares at her wide-eyed with parted lips and a neck craned forward. He is on the edge of his seat, buzzing with anticipation and indescribable fear.

He worries for the worst. He stills at the notion that you could be truly gone, that Shoko did everything she could but to no avail. He awaits apologetic tears, a downcast gaze, or a weighted sigh, but none comes.

Instead, Shoko's lips press together in a pinched, relieved smile. Her eyes catch a look that Satoru has never seen before, one that she has likely hidden away time and time again in her line of work. Ever the stoic, indifferent woman, the fluorescent lights overhead glimmer in her gaze as she shares an unspoken affirmation with the man before her.

Satoru's heart jumps, for he confuses the flutter with an oncoming heart attack. He is still frozen as Shoko moves to hold the door wide open, standing to the side and practically inviting the six-eyed sorcerer inside.

The man's nose flares and a breath he did not know he had been holding leaves him.

He moves quickly, dashing into the room he had been kept from for what felt like eons.

He is suddenly breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he stops in shock.

You turn to look at him slowly, a thick blanket wrapped over your bare shoulders. The color has only just begun to return to you. You look so frail, but Satoru knows you are alive before him the moment your eyes lock with his, and the world goes mute.

Your face morphs with emotion, tears welling immediately in your eyes and face scrunching as you take him in.

And you're there. Real, in the very flesh he knows and loves all too well. His eyes do not dare rip from yours, for he momentarily thinks he is dreaming until the sound in the room returns when your chapped lips part to speak so gently, so wistfully, so frightened and yet reprieved.

"Satoru," you whimper.

And suddenly, the strongest sorcerer can breathe.

He trips over himself running over to you. A harsh vocalized gasp leaves him when his body meets yours, long arms encasing you tightly and pulling you into him as though he has been starved of you, which he has.

He feels you shake against him as a sob wracks your body, and he knows this is real. The scent of you, the feel of you, the warmth that was once lost to him.

Gojo's vision blurs over as he embraces you graciously, tilting his chin into your hair and screwing his eyes tightly. He heaves out a choked cry, blubbering to you as you cry into his chest, fingers clinging into the fabric of his clothing, afraid to let go.

There are no words for Satoru in this moment, none that could describe all that he is feeling. His heart is hammering into his ribs as he wraps you up into him, savoring your hold for all it is worth.

"Toru," you wail into him, shaking. All you can remember is the sharp pain that pierced through your body, the sensation of your own guts threatening to spill out, and a life with Satoru never lived flashing before you as everything went black.

You thought you were dead. You thought you would never see him again.

You cling to him harder, bawling, afraid to let go of what could have been lost to you. "T-Toru, I'm so sorry."

"Oh, (Y/n). Oh baby," he snivels, hardly able to breathe himself. He pulls back ever so slightly. You feel his hands move from around you to cup the sides of your head and sweetly urge you to look up. "Don't apologize to me. Please don't. Come here, pretty girl, let me see you, yeah? Let me get a look at your face," he wills in a broken whisper.

You oblige slowly, carefully peeling your head from his now-soaked shirt to look up at him. He hovers mere centimeters away from your face, his godlike nature captured by an ethereal sentiment: shiny tears streaking over his cheeks as he soaks in the sight of you.

He twitches, huffing out a short breath of disbelief. His crystal hues roam over your face, taking in every detail, every line, every lash, every tremble in your muscles. His large hands hold your cheeks safely, thumbs swiping over the dampness collecting in your eyes and smearing over your skin. Satoru shakes his head slightly to himself, the intense curve of his brows giving himself away.

You're alive. You're alive and restored to him. His nightmare is over.

"God, you're so beautiful," he weeps, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. The compliment makes you cry even harder as a brief, stunned smile catches Satoru's lips in between his tears. "You're gorgeous, (Y/n). I missed this face so much. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," you mewl. "I thought I lost you."

"I thought I-" Satoru is about to agree, but he can't bring himself to utter the words, to let what could have happened to you fabricate itself in such a joyful moment. The thought tears away at him, makes him ache, and he bites down on the inside of his lip to keep himself from spiraling. "I was so scared. I was terrified that I lost you too."

"I should've been more careful."

"No, no, no," he denies your guilt. "You did everything you could. I shouldn't have let you go in the first place. I had such a bad feeling and I - I let you," his heart clenches. "I always vowed to protect you and I broke that vow."

Your hands find his wrists as you hold them delicately, the very contact sending shivers down Satoru's spine. To have you back again, touching him, still does not feel real. "It wasn't your fault."

"It was, (Y/n). I'm the strongest sorcerer of the modern age and I couldn't save you. I should have stopped you. I should have talked to Yaga. I shouldn't have let you walk away, (Y/n). I'll never let you walk away from me again."

His voice is wavering, yet his tone is earnest, stern. There is such severity in his words, such unforgivable anger with himself, and such intense ardor for you. He reaches for you with his speech, latches onto you, embraces you with his soft, weak tone.

"That's not your burden, Toru. I was careless. Don't carry this weight. Please."

"You are my world, (Y/n)," he urges. "You are everything good in this world and in my life. You're the reason I wake up in the morning, the reason I go to work, the reason I fight, the reason I eat, the reason I breathe. You're my heart. You're - you're everything, and I let my reason for being slip through my fingers. You have to understand, this is my burden. I let you go. I'm not supposed to do that."

You blink up at him, frowning, heart swelling.

"Do you have any idea what went through my mind when I found you? Do you know what it felt like to think that I was never gonna see you again?"

You tighten your lips, glassy eyes holding his. "I do, Toru. I was so scared when it all happened. I was only thinking about you... about being away from you."

"Me too." Another shudder wrecks Satoru's body as he ducks down to press his forehead to yours. You close your eyes with a sigh. "Me too, baby. I was terrified. So terrified."

He ducks to press soft kisses to your cheek, cradling your head in his hands as saltiness catches onto his mouth. You whimper softly, leaning into him with yearning. The contact of his lips to your skin is cautious, sugary and thankful. You feel his love and his warmth as he presses into you as though you're nothing but a fragile piece of glass. He kisses your forehead once, then twice, then slowly moves to peck the bridge of your nose before landing back on your cheek. His kisses are pillowy, lingering reminders that he is here now, that you will never have to be alone in darkness again.

"I've got you," he murmurs when you begin to shake with a cry again, the tip of his nose dragging over your skin as his lips follow. "I got you. You're safe. It's just me and you. It always will be."

"I didn't mean to do this to you," you quiver. "I'm sorry."

"Shhh," his hush drifts into your ear. His hand goes to stroke your head, lashes fluttering. God, he's grateful. He's so grateful. "You have no reason to apologize. It's all over now. It's okay."

He kisses the crown of your head and pulls back to look at you again. The two of you are nothing but leaky, lovesick eyes and shallow breaths. "How are you feeling. sunshine? Are you hurt? Are you okay?" He looks down at the bandages around your midsection peaking through your blanket-shield.

"I'm fine, Toru," you want to dismiss him, too occupied by his very presence to worry about yourself.

"Are you sure? You'll tell me if anything's wrong, right?"

"Yes," you go to cup his face in your hands now. Satoru visibly relaxes, pupils dilating and heart buzzing as he takes in the familiar feel of your hands on his face. "I'm okay. I'm here."

You are here. As beautiful as the day his life ended.

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I'm here for good," you assure him in a hushed voice, the same voice both of you have been speaking in since he burst into the room. "Thank you for saving me."

"I didn't-"

"You did. You didn't give up on me. You brought me here even when it didn't look like I was gonna make it, and that's more than enough. Thank you, Toru. Thank you."

Satoru assumes you have spoken with Shoko before him entering, given the way you express knowledge of how close of a call this was.

"There was no thought in my mind, (Y/n). I had to try. That was the least I could do. I could never give up on you."

He brushes hair away from your face to kiss your forehead again. He looks at you, your doe eyes, and your trembling lips. He swoons.

"You're so pretty."

"Satoru, I just rose from the dead, naked," you find yourself chuckling dryly for a moment, unsure of how Satoru can see such beauty in such a drab circumstance.

"And you're so pretty. My pretty girl."

You flush, for his pet names for you never cease to make you nervous. "Toru..."

"You're the most beautiful woman to walk this earth. You know that?" he stares into your soul, void of his usual mischief. He is completely, utterly serious as he presents his vision of you, enamored. "So smart, and compassionate, and lively, and funny, and kind, and so beautiful. You are breathtaking to me."

His earnestness makes you shift. Whatever is left of your smile falls as his speech envelops you. Satoru has always showered you with compliments and affections, but never in such a way, never as sincere as he appears before you now.

There is something weighing on him. You can tell. It is burning him from the inside out as he continues to look at you as though in awe. His snowy lashes flutter, pink lips releasing soft exhales, and his brilliant eyes hypnotize you as they always have. You can not handle the way he looks at you with such intensity, as though you are the only person to exist in his eyes.

He feels the restoration of his soul the longer he looks at you and soaks you in. He feels nature piecing the two of you back together, reuniting soulmates momentarily parted by brief tragedy.

The room livens, and a song twinkles its way into his mind and his heart. A light, frilly tune chirping away, leading Satoru back to the early mornings he lay wide awake, and the moment he first lay eyes on you almost twenty years ago.

He hears it, the song of the dawning sky. He hears the birds chirping again as they bring you back to him. He hears the song of his love for you.

And he can not contain such bliss in experiencing you any longer.

"I love you," he breathes. The confession lingers in the air, embedding itself into the shocked silence. Your brows lift, and your eyes catch even more light, which Satoru had previously doubted was possible. He lets the words sit for a moment, reveling in them and what it means to verbalize them to you. "I have loved you from the moment I met you, (Y/n). You're my person. I can't imagine a life without you. I love you. I love you more than anyone could love anything."

And you know this. You've known it for years, but hearing him say it out loud has your stomach swarming with butterflies and your ears ringing. The world's most beautiful man, its most sacred treasure, and your very heart and soul in human form professed his love for you, and you can do nothing but stare.

"I don't ever want to be away from you again. I'll go wherever you go. My life started with you, and I intend to end it with you, too. I love you."

The tears are coming again, but you do not fight them. You let them take you as Satoru overwhelms you with the love you always knew you shared.

You inhale shakily, searching all through his dark eyes. "I love you too," you sigh as if the proclamation is as easy as breathing. "I always have. You're my soulmate, Toru. There's never been anyone else for me. I wanna stay by your side forever."

With that, vibrant color pours into the bland room. A symphony of pigment over canvas splatters about. The far-off mountains sing and the stars twinkle in delight at their destined pair.

Satoru's world rebuilds itself before his eyes. You glow in his vision, serving as the very source of all the color he sees and the music he hears. His vision is blurred again as joy overcomes him, for he is whole.

"My baby," he whispers, guiding himself slowly into you, palms brushing your jaw as you hold his own. "I love you so much. Thank you for coming back to me."

"I'll always find my way back to you, my love."

He seals your promise with a warm kiss. His lips touch yours softly, pushing in ever so slightly and breathing you in. Goosebumps sprout over your skin, and a large hand slides to cup your chin, holding you to him. You both hum, enchanted, relieved, and pieced back together.

Shoko watches from afar, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. She breathes out a deep exhale and closes her eyes, satisfied that her hard work brought you back to them. Now, you all could rest.

She goes to close the door and step out for a much-needed smoke break to give the two of you some privacy with one another before she has to return. The two of you are none the wiser, encased in your own bubble of hushed decrees of everlasting love and prolonged, messy kisses.

A distant warbled song proceeds in celebration of the angel that has been restored to the earth and Satoru alike.

#he deserves the world omg 😞#my fav jjk author has RISENNN #this made me cry and giggle and i had to put my phone done for sec to take a deep deep DEEEEEEEPPPPP BREATH #i hate (and love) how accurate satoru's characterization is 🤧#HE'S JUST A BABYYYY PLS I WANNA HOLD HIM FOREVER #beerecs ༊*·˚

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