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[satoruoo]

someone needs to put me back in my enclosure!!

how i met your mother  — gojo satoru

contents. fluff, meet ugly, established relationship, highschool!gojo in flashback, gojo just loves his wife and everyone is sick of it

notes. this is apart of my indulge me series but everything can be read as a standalone!

“you forgot to give me a kiss this morning,” your husband pouts from your lap before puckering his lips out, “i’ll need a thousand more to compensate!” 

just a couple meters away from you, paper crinkles harshly as nanami, your fellow colleague, flips the page on the newspaper he’s reading. you hear a heavy sigh leave his lips.  “i missed it when you both hated each other,” he readjusts his glasses with one hand tiredly. he’s disappointed, but not surprised with satoru’s behavior.

this comment causes itadori, who happened to be hanging out in the teacher’s lounge to perk up.

“gojo-sensei and gojo-san hated each other?” he sits up straight on the couch. the pink haired boy looks between you and satoru, who is purring happily as you play with his hair. “i can’t imagine that..” he mumbles quietly. he was, unfortunately, a first hand witness of gojo’s love for you.

the white haired male that was comfortably nestled in your lap looks up at you, “ah! she tried so hard to resist my charms, but this handsome face won in the end!” his loud boast leads you to cover his mouth with the palm of your hand.

“that couldn’t be farther from the truth,” you press your palm harder against his mouth, determined to silence his protests. 

nanami easily ignores his senior’s muffled whines while itadori looks at his sensei in pity. marriage must be tough, he thinks.

you only lift your hand off of his mouth with a shriek when satoru decides to lick your palm. he smirks proudly at himself causing the other two males in the room to grimace at the strange display of affection. 

“darling, you hated me?” his eyes blink up at you innocently, blue eyes on full display. you purse your lips together, resisting whatever game he was playing at. from the moment you stepped into the lounge with him, he insisted on taking his blindfold off. he argues that he has to see you with his own eyes or he’ll die. you argue that he’s dramatic. nonetheless, satoru was cute so you’ll let him get away with it. 

“hate is a strong word– i just didn’t like you very much. we got off on the wrong foot, might i remind you.” 

2005 — year one at tokyo jujutsu tech

meet at 1 chome-1-1 dogenzaka, shibuya city, tokyo

that was written in the letter addressed to you from yaga. the bustling streets of tokyo, filled with the cacophony of hundreds of conversations and the rush of oncoming traffic, were a stark contrast to the serene country life you had enjoyed. 

the sheer mass of people in the street made it nearly impossible for you to spot your teacher and future classmates, but the heavens above must be on your side because you spot a dark uniform in the corner of your eye, similar to the one you’re wearing.

a jujutsu tech uniform! without wasting a second, you weave your way through the crowd to the tall figure. upon closer inspection, you find that it was a boy with snow hair, a juxtaposition to the dark fabric of his uniform.

“excuse me, but are you by any chance from–” you tap on the abnormally tall frame from behind.

“not interested.” he doesn’t spare you a glance before walking away. it takes you a minute to process what had just happened. did he just–? that must have been a figment of your imagination. you feel as though you were shell shocked.

another voice joins the conversation, “oh, gojo, you found her.” it was another guy with a uniform just like the white haired boy and yours. he has notable bangs, you think. 

“did i? she must be a real weakling. i couldn’t even sense her cursed energy,” gojo now turns back to look at you.

a surge of irritation courses through you, your grip on your skirt tightening. this guy must be some spoiled brat that came from a special lineage. you shoot him a sharp glare from the corner of your eyes, only to find out that he too had a sharp gaze on you.

a low whistle comes out of his mouth. 

 “oh,” there is a noticeable change in the tone of his voice. from your peripheral vision, you notice him take off his round sunglasses. “hey.”  you want to laugh.

out of pure pettiness, you recycle his previous comment, “not interested.”

thankfully, another student arrived, this time it was a girl with short brown hair. she waved at you politely, to which you happily smiled. it was nice to know that there were some people left in this world with manners.

soon after her arrival, yaga comes.

“hello, i’m [last name] [first name] from kyoto. please take care of me!” you bow before everyone but gojo or whatever his name is. you come to find out that mr. bangs is actually geto and the pretty girl is ieiri.

“you didn’t tell me she was hot,” gojo not-so-quietly whispers to geto. the hand over his mouth is in vain because you can still hear him clearly. both ieiri and geto make a distasteful face. 

you look around confused. it’s not everyday you receive such a brash compliment, “...thank you?” 

there’s a slightly horrified look on gojo’s face when he realizes that you had heard him, but he recovers quickly, replacing it with a cheshire grin.

“say, have you been to shinjuku? i’m sure a country bumpkin like you wouldn’t know, so allow me to–” 

there’s only so much patience in your body. with a deep breath and your best passive aggressive smile, you utter, “no thanks.” 

he blinks. once. twice. you assume he is not used to rejection with the way he has yet to process it. 

a soft chuckle leaves his mouth, “playing hard to get, i see. i like a challenge.”

“that’s not really the case.”

“one date,” he announces with a playful smirk, raising a single finger in emphasis.

you’re on the verge of shaking your head in rejection, but before you can, yaga intervenes, swiftly and unceremoniously slapping the back of gojo’s head.

“kids these days,” he mutters under his breath while gojo rubs the wound painfully. you snicker.

gojo straightens up when the sound of your laughs reaches his ears. his eyes track the sound waves back to your face, only to be disappointed when he sees that your attention is on geto. 

unlike gojo, geto was trying to salvage what was left of a good first impression. the black haired male smiles awkwardly, leading you away from his strange friend, “so you’re from kyoto? why didn’t you attend the jujutsu tech there?”

from behind you, there’s an incredulous, “eh? and lose a beauty like that to the kyoto guys?” 

you’re nearly certain that a blood vessel is about to pop. but you swallow your frustration, choosing to answer the only sensible boy you’ve met today.

“i’m trying to avoid clan matters, so kyoto is the last place i want to be,” you explain to geto who nods understandingly. 

what you don’t see is the sneaky wink he sends back at a fuming satoru.

2018 — present day

your recollection must not have been accurate, because your husband is sulking by the end of your story. 

“hmph. that’s not how i remember it.” he crosses his arm with a huff.

“how do you remember it? do tell.” you look down at him. there’s a cheeky glint in his eyes, like you’ve just walked into his trap.

there’s a cheeky glint in his eyes, like you’ve just walked into his trap. “i remembered cherry blossoms falling and more hearts floating around,”

you smack his shoulder.

“be serious!”

he waves his hand in the air to stop your playful attacks, “fine, fine!” 

you know that he’s secretly enjoying the attention.

“well, i’m quite the looker so it was common for girls to constantly gush over me y’know?” he grins. you did not find that amusing, retracting your hands from his hair. he immediately grabs your hand and places it back on his head.

“let me finish!”

you resume your handiwork on his head reluctantly. “go on.”

there’s a content smile on his face, “i thought you were just trying to hit on me! it was only after i took a good look at you, i realized that you were totally hot.”

“i can’t believe i married you.” you roll your eyes, but there is no malice behind the action.

“hah–” his mouth is wide open. “i’m a total catch, ya’ know?!” 

“mhm, yeah. you are a catch toru,” you coo while pinching his cheek and he blushed furiously. 

the two of you are too engrossed with each other to notice the horrified look that has settled on nanami’s face. one peaceful afternoon, he thinks. one peaceful afternoon is all he asks for.

extra notes- 

yuji respects gojo as his teacher, but he still can’t believe that gojo was able to pull you.

there have been multiple occasions where you had forgotten to give satoru a goodmorning kiss, each time he finds you and forces you to actually give him a dozen to compensate. it doesn’t matter if he was on a mission or teaching (he’s annoying like that).

gojo’s the pride of the gojo clan so he was spoiled rotten, hence the reason why he was so sure you were into him.

this is only the start, as your high school years go by, he only falls harder.

[singing-not-sleeping-beauty]

I love you shows with planned & definitive endings, I love you epilogues that prove the happy ending lasts, I love you finales that feature direct parallels to earlier seasons, I love you cast members that left years ago but came back to say goodbye, I love you well crafted & impactful final lines, I love you fitting send offs for the characters I love

[britcision]

Indie ttrpg designers

We seem to be back in the “dnd sucks why don’t you just play Other Games (yours)” and I have a single question for you in return

Do I get to roll a d20?

Because I like the d20

That shape pleases me

I do not wish to roll a random amount of d6s or d8s or any of them other fuckers

I wish to roll the d20 because icosahedrons please me

I will also accept d12 but the other shapes all have less mouthfeel so if that’s what your game’s based on, it is not for me

I’d also prefer more than four stats but I’m not gonna lie it is the shape of the math rocks so like

Rec your d20 based indie ttrpgs friends cuz every single one I’ve opened is them little cube fuckers or the double pyramid and I Require Round

[profiad]

Snapshots from an undefined relationship (2005-2024)

[satoruoo]

THIS IS SO AMAZING I'M STRUGGLING FOR AIR

3:04am — gojo satoru.

“Satoru…?”

“Go back to bed, baby.” He’s standing at the balcony, elbows propped against the rail. His muscled back is facing you, gray sweatpants hung low on his hips.

You push the sheets off your body, ignoring him. You glance over at the clock on the bedside table, 3:04am. Shivering a little, you get off the bed, bare feet on tiled floors.

“It’s late—” Satoru starts, and if possible, you can feel his six eyes on you. Maybe it’s just the cold. He’s beautiful, you think. Just standing there and gazing out at the fluorescent city lights, hair tousled and back hunched, half naked.

You walk towards him, dressed in his t-shirt, placing a hand on the edge of the open balcony door. “I’m already awake.” You reason, and he raises to stand at his full height, palms grasping the railing, a few veins in his forearm visible in the moonlight.

He doesn’t sleep— hasn’t slept since Shibuya, never a full night, not even with you. Like everything else in his life, he’s good at masking it, but you’ve known Satoru Gojo long enough to know when he’s just about to fall apart at the seams.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, still refusing to look at you, perhaps afraid of what you’ll see. A waft of cold air from the cityscape rushes in, a leaf blowing high above the railing.

“Didn’t mean to wake you.”

The leaf bounces off in mid air, just before it touches him, getting stuck between one of the gaps in the metal railing.

Infinity.

“Oh, Satoru…” you mumble beneath your breath, he’s guarded, refusing to let anyone into that veil once he feels any remote sense of weakness.

You ease off the sliding door and take a few more steps further and outstretch an arm in contemplation. “Yes or no?” You ask, and before the words finish leaving your lips, your fingertips meet no barrier, palm already pressed to the middle of his spine.

“You don’t have to ask.” He whispers, leaning over the railing, elbows out. Your arms encircle his waist, chest meeting his back – he’s cold – and you flatten your palms against his abdomen, falling silent. “You never have to—”

“Except when it’s no.” You murmur, and you feel his muscles twitch under your fingers. Another gust of wind blows, the leaf escapes the metal and floats towards where your arms hold Satoru close. “If you have to—” Satoru starts, “—keep asking. I’ll answer it anytime you need.”

The leaf bounces off just inches away from you, and your eyes lock on it. Your mouth falls agape.

“But it's always going to be yes.” He says, and you hold him a little tighter, as he places a hand atop of yours.

notes ; obsessed w the idea of being inside satoru's infinity. god i can't breatheee i need him + also this is based on a snippet from a book called all for the game by nora sakavic (i was wayy too young to be reading that when i did 😭)

[librarycards]

PSA for all who hate censorship and live in Florida!

Banned Books USA is offering a free (only pay for shipping) commonly-banned/challenged books in FL. These range from kids to adults, fiction, poetry, and nonfiction. They'll keep sending them as long as they can afford it, so please donate if you have the means, and share with those who could benefit from it, especially educators and those who care for kids.

Here are just a few from the list that I recommend:

Toni Morrison, Beloved and The Bluest Eye

Marcus Ewert, 10,000 Dresses

Yaa Gyasi, Homegoing

Junji Ito, The Art of Junji Ito: Twisted Visions

Alison Bechdel, Fun Home

Jacqueline Woodson, Red at the Bone

Jonathan Kozol, Savage Inequalities: Children in America's Schools

Mariko & Jillian Tamaki, This One Summer

Tillie Walden, Spinning

Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis

[reineydraws]

i have this fic series i'm still working on where mihawk sort of becomes rayleigh's kid and spends ages 11-17ish on the oro jackson.

shanks and buggy imprint on him (bugs considers him a sort of older brother figure/sparring inspiration and shanks has a crush that eventually turns into full-blown love) and this is how i imagine they're like on the day mihawk sets off on his own haha.

[otrtbs]

hello ! y’all give me ur favorite books ever so i can maybe check them out and read them maybe,,,👉🏻👈🏻

[satoruoo]

i just. omg. sighs. i'm so sick of falling for men i can't have 😭

off my desk

PAIRING: student!gojo x reader

SYNOPSIS: you've been studying for hours and hours on end, and satoru thinks you need a break

CONTENTS: college AU. reader is sleep deprived. established relationship. very self-indulgent bc reader is literally me rn.

"why's it taking you so long?" satoru whines, walking over and wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind your chair. "you're my girlfriend, not—" he peers over your shoulder to glance at your laptop. "—professor yaga's!"

a drawn-out sigh slips through your lips as you finally tear your eyes away from the screen you had been staring at for what, four hours now?

"satoru, don't distract me," you mumble, closing your eyes and leaning back. you'd been staring at your laptop for so long now that the screen is swimming before your tired, strained eyes.

"c'mon, baby, i miss you," satoru pesters, poking your cheek playfully. "your work can wait, but i can't."

"you sure about that?" you mutter, flicking your laptop shut and stretching in your seat. maybe it would be good to take a break — then you could come back after half an hour and continue working with a refreshed brain.

so you exhale a long, long breath and swivel your chair around to face satoru. the last time you checked (four hours ago), he was napping on the couch, but as he stood in front of you, hair rumpled and with a lopsided grin, he looked more awake than ever.

especially compared to you.

satoru clicks his tongue a couple times when you look up at him and cups your face in his hands, cerulean eyes trailing all over your face.

"you haven't been sleeping lately," satoru says, shaking his head endearingly and rubbing the spot underneath your eyes with both his thumbs. when you open your mouth to tell him that you've been sleeping just fine, one of his hands moves from your cheek to your mouth, quieting you effectively.

"uh uh, i can tell when my girlfriend's lying to me," he tsks, leaning in close enough for you to count all of his snow-white eyelashes.

"and i can also tell when she isn't—getting—enough—sleep." he punctuates each word with a gentle flick to your forehead.

you try to protest, but satoru's hand is still firmly clamped over your mouth. "darling, you know i love that mouth of yours, but for my sake keep it shut, m'kay? listen to me."

there's a teasing lilt to his words, but his eyes are serious. "i need you to take a nap. right now."

now tired of the hand over your mouth, you bite it and smile smugly when satoru curses, shaking his hand in the air and glaring at you sullenly. "what was that for?!"

"satoru, i love you, but i'm fine. trust me, i'm used to this," you say assuredly, taking his hand in both of yours and looking up at him pleadingly. "i'll take a break for a little bit, but then i have to get back to studying, m'kay?"

well, apparently it's not okay with satoru. he spends the next five minutes rattling off the "scientifically backed negative impacts of a lack of sleep" (which he obviously just googled) as he tries and almost convinces you to just take a nap.

"even just a ten minute nap has been shown to drastically improve work performance!" satoru continues, looking at you earnestly and probably not realizing just how nerdy and adorable his tangent is making him look. 

"i'm serious! stop looking at me like that," he grumbles.

"like what?" you say innocently, a smile tugging at your dry lips. you run a finger over your bottom lip, inwardly cringing when you feel how rough it is.

"like you think i'm adorable," satoru says grouchily, fishing out some lip balm from his pocket and handing it to you right on cue. "dry lips aren't good for making out, baby. stay hydrated!"

as you run his lip balm over your own lips, you look up at him incredulously. "since when have you become the number one advocate for staying hydrated? what are you, a tiktoker?"

"i'm a very hot, not adorable, and very concerned boyfriend," satoru says simply, reaching out and ruffling your hair. 

he's too sweet—satoru has always been a good boyfriend. better than good, even. he's always more than willing to bring you drinks and take you out to cafés to study when you need to, and he somehow manages to deal with your sleep-deprived self, even on the days where you're practically falling asleep on your feet.

which is why you eventually give in to his demands for you to take a nap.

"wake me up in ten minutes," you say sternly, plopping down on the couch and resting your head in satoru's lap. "ten minutes, okay, satoru?"

your blue-eyed boyfriend only smiles and strokes your hair, ruffled hair falling into his eyes. "sweet dreams, love."

. . .

six hours later, you wake up to satoru and his shit-eating grin.

"satoru, i said ten minutes!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: why don't i have a bf like satoru to take care of me like this ugh

[a-most-beloved-fool]

Pon Farr Fic Recs

(not necessarily sexy, for those less into the fucking part)

It's a bit late, but! Since it's K/S day, I may as well toss out a few Spirk fic recs relating to either Amok Time or pon farr.

Surprise Congratulations: TOS, Rated T, post-Amok Time. POV Leonard McCoy. Word Count: 1,577

McCoy wants to be prepared for the NEXT time the green-blooded hobgoblin starts throwing soup, so he turns to the only person he can find who might both know the answer AND might actually tell him: the Vulcan ambassador’s human wife.

kuv kath-vuk fator: AOS, Rated E, lots of pining. Contains probably my favorite pon farr depiction ever. Word Count: 56,475

When Jim gets Spock to sign on as his first officer, the last thing he expects is to be handed a classified medical dispensation form. Because Spock’s going to be sick, and he knows it, and the only solution will be to haul ass back to New Vulcan. Desperate for details, Jim concocts a plan. But the more time he spends befriending Spock, the less he can deny his love for his Vulcan first officer. Because Jim might not know what exactly is going to happen to Spock, but he does know one thing: he’ll do absolutely anything to keep him by his side.

hypnosis: TOS, Not Rated (I'd place it at T), post-Amok Time, accidental bonding, misunderstandings, Word Count: 17,534

In the throes of combat during Spock's blood fever, a spontaneous t'hy'la bond is created between him and his Captain. Despite this, Jim continues to rectify mental shields between them. Rejection, Spock thinks, is a painful emotion. (Jim is undoubtedly Spock's t'hy'la and the love of his life, but both of them are wounded idiots and it takes them awhile to tell each other their feelings.)

[douxbebearchives]

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A Semester Away (removed by author)

A Winning Season

Arranged Love

Be My Downfall

Blurred Lines

Desire (2015)

Desire (2022)

Duplicity

Duty Calls

Epiphany

Executive Orders

Feel Again

Fighting Hearts

First Do No Harm

Forbidden (removed by author)

Governor Grant

If Only You Knew

Knights Ferry

Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous

Love Beyond The Scars

My Father’s Best Friend (removed by author)

No Escaping Him (removed by author)

On Stage

One Night Only

SECRETS

Some Other Me

Something good can work

Taken

Thank you Dr. Pope

The Agreement

The Chemistry Test (removed by author)

The Distillery

The Game Chose Me

The Game Plan

The Right Kind of Madness

Unexpected Circunstance

Vision

Weekend Fiancée

Welcome to Las Vegas

Whatever We Want

Enjoy!

[satoruoo]

when i get sad i'll think of this

please consider.. whiny bf satoru🤲🤲

he has not spoken to you for two hours. arms crossed, legs kicking back and forth on the floor as he faces the wall. those big, doe blue eyes covered by an awning of white, fluffy lashes refuse to meet yours and you are sure that you’re going to develop gray hairs before your time because of him.

“i said i was sorry,” you try, hand on his shoulder. he glances at you, pretty pink lips pulled into a sweet pout as he blinks down at you. under his gaze you even feel stupid for trying to reason with a man child.

“i didn’t forgive you.” he states plainly, although practically melting into your palms and leaning back into you. smiling, your arms make an attempt to wrap around his broad shoulders and bring you into him. it works, of course, he plunks into your warmth with a soft groan. suddenly, his nose is buried into your nape and he’s taking deep breaths. “how could you?” satoru ponders aloud. you exhale a laugh.

“baby,” you breathe in readiness to speak. although, satoru thinks he could melt at your tender tone. he looks up at you from his space at your collar bone, pressing a sloppy kiss to it. “ nuh uh,” he tuts, and you giggle at his childish expression. he looks like a kicked puppy.

“all i did was call you your legal name !” you whispered yell. satoru feigns a pained groan, leaning even more of his weight into you. a palm over his forehead, “ i can’t believe this. that is not my name to you. my name is baby.” he persists. “ ba-by.” your boyfriend emphasises, by poking either cheek between syllables. you cackle, pressing your cheek into his as a small warmth grows on his face. you feel his dimple imprint onto your cheek, and before you know it he’s pressing your shoulders down so you could be deeply pressed into the bed.he looks you over. the sparkle of your eyes , the way your clothes hang loosely over your figure- the quirk of embarrassment in your lips. the man feels himself blush at the mere sight of you. someone so undeniably his.

youve won. he knows you have by the way you’re looking at him. satoru can’t stay mad at a face like that, especially not when it’s a face he’s grown to call home.

“i love you.” satoru proclaims with a proud smile.

“i love you too, satoru.” you say with an even bigger grin.

“stop itt!”

[gallafics]

Can I please get a list of some recommend Gallavich fics with Bottom Ian?

Anon my beloved, you are my first request 🥹

I’m a proud member of the let Ian bottom club so I have many suggestions! I’ll be doing a whole rec list of bottom!Ian fic so be on the look out for that as well!!

The Switch Up — WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

- Explicit. No Warnings Apply. 7.2k. Canon Compliant. Season 10. Romantic Sex.

Put It To My Head — orphan account

- Explicit. Graphic Depictions of Violence. 4.3k. Gun Kink. Weapon Kink. Praise Kink. Degradation. Come Play. Rough Sex. Dubious Consent.

Please, Daddy — orphan account

- Explicit. No Warnings Apply. 2.2k. Dom/Sub. Daddy Kink. Rough Sex. Dirty Talk. Spanking. Degradation. Crying During Sex. ⚠️TW (ish) - No use of a safeword when a safeword should have been used.⚠️

Red Lace — GallavichGeek13

- Explicit. No Warnings Apply. 4.5k. Virgin!Ian. Dom/Sub. Sex Toys. Lace Panties. Asphyxiation.

let me take care of you, man — gallawitch

- Explicit. No Warnings Apply. 2.1k. Kinktober 2021 Series. Canon Compliant. Prison Sex. Bipolar Ian Gallagher. Anal Fingering. Existential Smut.

[hunxi-after-hours]

I have just hit the 70% mark in Asunder and it's starting to get really stressful, not because of anything happening on the page but because I can't shake the feeling that Kerstin Hall is winding up to clobber me with an emotional sledgehammer just beyond my field of vision

[ghost-bxrd]

[satoruoo]

Oranges

synopsis: Peeling oranges was something Gojo hated, but it's different when it comes to peeling them for you

warnings: fluff, gojo being a sap, gn!reader — wc: 468

notes: hellaur sorry this took so long </3

Gojo Satoru hates oranges.

It’s not like he hates the taste of it. He hates peeling oranges. It’s a hassle, he thinks. The way his hands get dirty whenever he tries to peel them. He’s tried using plastic gloves to peel them, but it always ends up with him throwing the gloves to the side, annoyed that they keep sliding off his fingers.

You loved eating oranges.

You live the sweet and sour taste it brings you — the way they make you feel happy whenever you eat one. In fact, you liked peeling oranges. Sure, it is a hassle, but when you get to eat the hard-earned orange, you feel kind of accomplished. Whenever Satoru sees you peeling oranges, his eyebrows furrow, basically asking you why you would go out of your way to get your hands dirty just to eat an orange.

You’d always answer with a simple “Because they’re delicious!” Satoru ends up looking at you weirdly but you don’t pay attention to that.

“Satoru, can you pack the oranges for me?” you exclaimed from the bedroom as you got ready for work. “I want to bring them as a snack for later when I get hungry.”

Satoru eyes the oranges on the kitchen table. “Can’t you just bring chips? They’re way easier to eat, you know.” He sighs and goes to take the oranges on the table but stops midway. Instead of placing them in your lunch bag, he sits down on the chair and starts to carefully peel the orange, frowning when his hands start getting dirty.

You walk down the stairs, fixing your scarf. “Did you put the oranges- Satoru?”

“Hm?” Satoru hums in response, eyes fixated on the orange. “Hold on, I’m almost finished peeling this last orange.” he finishes peeling that last orange and stands up, washing his hands in the sink. “What is it?”

You smiled, walking up to him. “You peeled my oranges for me.”

“Yeah… is that a problem?” Satoru asks, clearly confused.

“Oh no.” you cupped his face. “You hate peeling oranges, remember?”

“Oh,” Satoru sighs. “I don’t mind peeling oranges when it comes to you. Anything for my beloved.” He tries to play it off as him teasing you, but the way the tip of his ears turns red gives everything away. “Stop looking at me like that.”

You laughed. “You’re so cute, Satoru. Thank you for peeling my oranges, I appreciate it. Now I don’t have to peel them during work.”

“See?” Satoru exclaims in excitement. “I’m doing you a good deed. I’m giving you an easier time at work.” He grabs a small container from the cupboard and places the peeled oranges in it. “Here you go, my love.”

“Thank you.” you smiled at him.

Maybe Gojo Satoru doesn’t hate oranges. Only for you.