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jesus christ that was a HEAVY chapter wow
im just so in LOVE with the angst, m
every second is filled with it and im having a lot of fun (my heart hurts but still, FUN!!!) i love how youâre covering her dynamic with everyone and she has a moment with everyone itâs lovely to see
the fucking scenes with steve bro, i think i have a steve shaped hole in my chest now.
BUG AND NANCY GIRLFRIENDS AGENDA !!!!!! brother insane chemistry they have like oh. my. god.
bug & dustin :(((((( my heart breaks for them idk what you have in store for future bug but im already shit scared
also for a min i thought eddie & bug were gonna hug but oh well, itâs nice they got a moment before yk đ
i am praying the next chapter is easy on us (it is surely not gonna be) but letâs see what you feed us with lmao
waiting patiently <3
p.s. im so happy i finally got the time to do an insight again :âââ)
the angst is just so heavy in season 4 like im sorry gang i did what i could with what i was given LMAO but thank youuuu <333
bug being connected with everyone <333 shes so special to me and i really mean it when i say shes my own symbolization of hope/softness in the stranger things universe. they direly need a token selfless character who reminds you what youre sacrificing for smh.
BUG N NANCE !!! obsessed with them. they were truly supposed to hate each other the whole series but i just couldnt make them stop kissing ???
as for eddie and bug hug i felt the pinky promise fit better purely because i dont think theyd be able to handle a hug lol itd just be them awkwardly patting each others back like awkward teens </3
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i am quite honestly completely and wholly enamored with him.
#DCB Three Hopes Run#Miklan#I'll be adding this to my new post with all my screenshots of him later on but#this deserves its own separate post too!!!#he's just... so smart... so thoughtful... so insightful... so dutiful!!!#he is thinking of many possibilities and going through scenarios in his head while he waits!#like... this isn't a man who is being forced to do this!!! this is a real commander!!!#this is a commander thinking how a commander would think!!!#do you know why i know this? because this is the real mikkykins mikkycakes!!!#this is who he is and always would've been and should've been a long time ago!!!#he thinks he isn't the brains of the situation but look at him!!! he thinks like sylvain with this stuff!!!#and matthias was the tactical dude in his squad of fools (read: rodrigue and lambert) in his wee ol' days!!!#i love him thank u and have a nice whatever you are doing at this time
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Been writing someone I care about a phantom letter because my heart has so much to say still (but won't send because space is still called for both ways - doesn't mean I'll become forgetful :) )
#It's about processing someone's side of a story better than I ever had before. about gratitude and understanding. love and friendship -#about becoming humbler and less bold. about wanting to assure someone i'll always be here and never will go#hat what has happened has been good. and i hope you sleep well at night and always have the love you crave for around.#that you'll always just have enough (and a little more) to survive and love life. i hope you'll learn to love life even better -#because life looks good on you. soak up the goodness. embrace what you fucking deserve. it's in abundance if you look for it#and most importantly. eventhough i do not deserve the full range of your platonic care. assuming it is past and love me for who i am:#i'll always be your friend. i'm here for you in practically less than a split second. defending/fighting for/considering you#having become more insightful and taken the time to relive it from your point of view. that was hell. thank u for being here still#*and in a funny sense thank u for not endangering my career or whatever with the knowledge u possess lol. that's a pure form of love.#personal#if i can't send it i'll vent it on my ~tumblr blog~ lol
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could you please do lando and a stem girl who goes to uni but has a private life please
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f1gossip Y/N L/N, current girlfriend of Lando Norris, has been photographed arriving at the paddock for today's Miami GP.
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username she always looks so classy and put-together, i'm obsessed <33
username no bc am i the only who has no problem with her only attending a few races a year? some ppl don't have time to jet off across the globe 24/7 like
username it's the fact that they literally travelled to miami together and she still didn't go to quali or practiceđ the other wags do it, why can't she?
username i just know lando had to beg her to come smh
username why are y'all so rude omg?? some ppl are introverts...
username when you're in the public eye, you don't get to be "introverted"đ username that's an insane take wtf?
username GUYS i think she's a uni student cause peep lando's story a few days agođ§ that explains why she's never at gps
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harvard Final projects, theses, dissertations, and more! Check out what these soon-to-be graduates explored in some of their last assignements on campus.
Y/N's thesis navigated the intricate relationship between privacy and secure multi-party computation, enhancing data analysis while safeguarding sensitive information.
2. Steve's environmental science project examined urban development's impact on local biodiversity, providing insights for sustainable urban planning.
3. Nya's dentistry research poster explored new methods to improve dental implant success, promising better patient outcomes and oral healthcare.
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username wait am i tripping or is this y/n as in lando's gf y/n???đł btw my biggest dream is to go to harvard in '26 !!!! đ
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username streets are saying y/n goes to harvard so i had to come check and omg??đŠ
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username the way i still haven't fully processed the fact that harvard gave her a shoutout goddamnđ¤Ż
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happy ever after âď¸ charles leclerc
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aether (one of the) main character(s) in hit game genshin impact hits on you.
thank u sm for beta reading @mitsies i love u and your silly comments and insightful suggestions on googledocs, wc 700, NO ONE IS ACTUALLY DEAD
âHolyâArchons!â
Anyone would be surprised if a body materialized from thin air right in front of you, lifeless like a doll. You stare at the body, thoughts racing as fast as your heartbeat, and all the while, the man with sun threads as hair lay eerily still on the ground, eyes fluttered shut.
The man is terrifyingly beautiful, like a fallen star. A limp and unmoving fallen star, that is. Your jaw extends to the ground, terrified andâmystified? Immediately, your instincts scream at you to perform emergency measures, butâ
A pixie comes barreling in from somewhere, tears running down her cheeks as she zeroes in on the presumably dead body.
âWas he your friend?â you ask quietly, mourning on her behalf. Were they siblings? The way sheâs slapping his face around seems so.
âHeâs not dead!â the little pixie exclaims, sniffling and shaking the apparently not-dead body.
You stare at her, perplexed. âThen why are you crying?â
âBecause Paimon had to go through that trial challenge alone!â
âThe what?â
Paimon huffs, slamming her tiny fists on the manâs bare waist. It seems to not even have left a mark on his skin. âYou wake him up. Paimonâs upset at him.â
Itâs hard to say no when tears are rolling down her face. Obediently, you poke around the manâs shut eyes, and it snaps open.
You flinch back. He blinks blearily.
âAre you okay?â You study his face, looking for any signs of a newly born zombie, but his face looks flushed and as healthy as any living human being. His eyes are bright and gold as they stare back at you.
âIâm in heaven,â he says. âCelestia has done it. Iâm seeing angels, and Iâm in heaven.â
Angels? Celestia?
Paimon tackles his face, shaking his shoulders and crying. âYouâre not dead, dummy! How dare you leave Paimon in Dragonspine! All alone, Aether!â
âOh,â Aether says, sounding almost disappointed. âThenâŚ?â
âYouâre not dead,â you agree with Paimon, because evidence lies before you despite the initial fright. However, his comment about angels has you a little flustered. âUm, what happened?â
âAh,â Aether laughs sheepishly, rubbing the nape of his neck. âI failed the trial, and it respawned me back here. Which is weirdâI havenât been in Bubu Pharmacy for ages!â
âIâm sorry?â
Aether jumps to his feet, startling you enough to fall on your ass. He grins down at you and offers a hand. âAt least I got to meet you,â he says, pulling you up from the grass. You stumble from his strength; he catches you easily, and you bump against his chest. âOrânot meet you yet. Whatâs your name?â
You canât believe the previously perished fallen star is now hitting on you. âIâm⌠Y/N.â
âY/N,â he repeats, smiling broadly. âIâll remember that.â
You hope that your face doesnât betray the warmth you feel fluttering under your skin.
Aether sighs, casting a glance at the ground he was previously lying on. âSorry you had to see that. That was probably very disturbing and decidedly not flattering for me.â
You canât help but laugh. Aether beams. âDoes that happen often?â
âWhen I get a little rusty, yeah.â He tilts his head, looking at you up and down, then around your surroundings. âDo you work here? I havenât seen you around before.â
âJust recently.â You gesture vaguely to the side, feeling a little shy. âIf you donât see me hanging around, itâs probably because Iâm always loitering the docks to watch out for exhausted tourists.â
Aetherâs smile turns sly. âNurse me back to health, would you?â
But then Paimon starts tugging on his ear and away from you, a relief for your racing heart. âEnough flirting! You can come back here after you unlock that precious chest!â
âOw, ow, okay,â Aether laughs, hesitating, before letting you slip from his hold. He takes a few steps back, his smile as blinding as stars seconds away from exploding. âThe docks, right? Iâll see you soon!â
By 'soon,' you hope he doesn't mean he'll attempt to die again immediately, but you figure you'll find out eventually. You glance around to see if anyone is watching, then decide to take a stroll around the docks for reasons no one should know.
i cant believe mitzi's first aether fic is THIS i feel so ashamed lmfao, but TY FOR READING!!!!! <3
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WaitUntilTheHighway: Why did Sanderson just get rid of this great character?Â
I feel like Rock was one of the best characters in Kaladin's world, and it seems like he was 'sent off' for literally no plot-relevant reason. It's like it's a TV show and the actor died so they had to get rid of the character. I'm bummed because I'm almost done with RoW now and there's just no more fun camaraderie among bridge four, largely thanks to Rock being gone. He was one of my faves.
Brandon Sanderson: As others have said, Rock will get his own novella--but that's not why I sent him off. Even if there had been no time for a novella, or no plot-relevant things for him to do, he would have left.
I need Bridge Four to be alive. Their time together, as a cohesive unit, was a powerful moment in time--and you can always reread the first few books to experience it again. However, in life, nothing remains the same, and time draws people apart. Rock has a family, a people, and responsibilities. He has to be about those, now that he's free from Alethi slavery.
Bridge Four, as it stood in books one and two, had to eventually evolve, and some members had to go their own way. That's life. For all Kaladin wanted to grasp for it, hold it together by force, he couldn't--just as we can't keep rigidly hold of the friends and family we love. Time inevitably divides us.
Each book of the Stormlight Archive must be something new. New tone, new feeling, evolved from the previous volume. They are too big, too weighty, to be allowed to repeat the same plot cycles, same emotional beats, or to allow the characters to stagnate into repetitive playacting of the people they were in the first few volumes. As readers travel through the series, I intend for them to realize this, though it may take a while for it to really click.
Anyway, I'm glad to see your post, /u/WaitUntilTheHighway ! If you miss Rock, I did something right in this specific case. Please don't see my response here as a recrimination, merely an explanation of my philosophy for the series. I hope that the insight helps a little.
Cherish what you have--even if that includes memories of a once warm relationship, now become embers cooled by time or distance. Try not to be sorrowful for the parting, but grateful for the experience while it lasted. Journey before Destination can apply even after that destination has been reached, so long as it doesn't cause us to fixate so much on the past that we overlook the new journeys ever opening before us.
Thanks for reading.
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Brandon's answer:
As others have said, Rock will get his own novella--but that's not why I sent him off. Even if there had been no time for a novella, or no plot-relevant things for him to do, he would have left.
I need Bridge Four to be alive. Their time together, as a cohesive unit, was a powerful moment in time--and you can always reread the first few books to experience it again. However, in life, nothing remains the same, and time draws people apart. Rock has a family, a people, and responsibilities. He has to be about those, now that he's free from Alethi slavery.
Bridge Four, as it stood in books one and two, had to eventually evolve, and some members had to go their own way. That's life. For all Kaladin wanted to grasp for it, hold it together by force, he couldn't--just as we can't keep rigidly hold of the friends and family we love. Time inevitably divides us.
Each book of the Stormlight Archive must be something new. New tone, new feeling, evolved from the previous volume. They are too big, too weighty, to be allowed to repeat the same plot cycles, same emotional beats, or to allow the characters to stagnate into repetitive playacting of the people they were in the first few volumes. As readers travel through the series, I intend for them to realize this, though it may take a while for it to really click.
Anyway, I'm glad to see your post, /u/WaitUntilTheHighway! If you miss Rock, I did something right in this specific case. Please don't see my response here as a recrimination, merely an explanation of my philosophy for the series. I hope that the insight helps a little.
Cherish what you have--even if that includes memories of a once warm relationship, now become embers cooled by time or distance. Try not to be sorrowful for the parting, but grateful for the experience while it lasted. Journey before Destination can apply even after that destination has been reached, so long as it doesn't cause us to fixate so much on the past that we overlook the new journeys ever opening before us. Thanks for reading.
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OMG IM A FAN OF YOUR WRITING IF DMC
i was wondering,if u wanted, could u do a Dante x user,cuddles? simple as that just cuddles with Dante :3
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it was a lazy day, at least according to Dante, no missions which meant he could do whatever suits his fancy; today's agenda? cuddling with you in your shared bed that was the least comfortable thing in existence, but that didn't matter much when all your vision allowed you to see was the white haired half demon with the -sometime- tenancies of an overgrown cat.
An overly affectionate cat with how he was hellbent in keeping you within the confinds of the bed, whining whenever you even made a slight shift beneath him, tightening his grip on you and burrying his face deeper into your neck as he made a noise of content; a noise that might as well have been a deep purr when you began to run your fingers through his hair.
'You ever thought about out growing your hair?' you asked softly as your fingers trap a couple of strands of his white locks, holding it there for a few seconds before letting them fall back to where they were.
'no,' came Dante's voice, muffled from your neck and sluggish from sleep, 'why? you like guys with long hair or?'
you laughed, kissing the side of his head. 'no, just you really, only if you were to ever do so though.' that was another thing you loved about Dante. He was more then willing to indulge in your most stupidist, most sleep deprived of thoughts and delve into conversation, as though they were the most insightful things to ever happen between the two of you.
Dante hums as though in thought, his mind half awake and just as lazy as he was in this moment and finding no reason to leave when everything he could possibly want was right where he wanted, within his arms making not so sutble mentions on how he should grow his hair out for whatever reason. 'i'll think about it if it means i keep being the apple of your eye sweetheart.' He kisses your shoulder, tightening his hold on your waist as his legs interlock with your, leeching off of your warmth as if he didn't have ten times your warmth as well as being a six foot something demon hunter.
'You'll always be the apple of my eye doffus.' you began as you moved from caressing his hair to rubbing his broad back, feeling him melting further into you, purring softly it made you smile. 'Tell me who else would indulge me in the debate of why orange is the name of both fruit and colour late at night when we should really be asleep instead.' you added as you press another kiss to the side of his head, wanting to get rid of the thoughts floating within his head, reminding him that you weren't going away so easily as his mind makes him think you will.
You were here for the long run alongside your beautiful and golden hearted Dante.
'That's true,' Dante groans as he lifts his head begrudingly to look at you with softened blue eyes acompanied with a tired but content smile, 'we still need to finish that debate by the way, you fell asleep halfway through your own argument.' He laughs at the memory of you suddenly stopping half way through your sentance, only to look down on his chest and see that you were fast asleep, inable to finish your statment; and while Dante was sitting on his own statement on the matter but you were adorable, so he let it slide and fell asleep afterwards.
You rest your forehead against his, nudging his nose with yours, never having felt happier then you had in the time you have been with Dante. 'i did didn't i.' you said softly.
'You did but don't expect me to allow such a thing to happen again when adressing something so serious.' Dante joked as he stole a kiss from your lips before burrowing his head back into your neck where he pressed a kiss there out of habbit, breathing you in deeply as though he was trying to keep you within his mind even as he fell asleep.
'i'll keep that in mind the next time we debate how did someone know left is left and right is right.' You replied, resting your head atop of his and closing your eyes as sleep began to lull you into drifting off, but you tightened your hold on Dante as though he would slip through your fingers. So you made sure you were gripping the back of his shirt as you fell asleep, knowing he'll be there when you awake, real and living and breathing.
'then i shall bring my best arguments sweetheart.' Dante murmurs, feeling your fingers grip his shirt and pulls you in closer to his chest in hopes to calm your mind, all the while calming his own by squeezing your waist and nose the side of your neck as reminders that not everything in life will go against him; somethings were meant for him without any catches or conditions that were nedded to be met. He could be himself -whether it's him cracking jokes or him confessing his worst fears- without fear of judgment or worry that you wouldn't accept him, but he was gladly proven wrong when you held his face while in his devil form and saying; 'you're the most beautiful being i have ever seen.'
'wrong,' Dante said to no one in particular as he got comfortable for sleep by somehow cudding further into you then he already was, 'you're the most beautiful being i have ever seen. thank you for blessing my life like my own personal angel sweetheart, you really did save me.'
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i forgot if you mentioned what bed chem oc is majoring in, but it would be cute if she went on a whole tangent about that or whatever sheâs passionate about to jungkook, or idk even a tour or demonstration similar to what he showed her in the lab one time, just so he can be the one learning about her interests for a change!
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your coffee table is a mess.Â
covered in energy drink cans, highlighters, and post-it notesâyet jungkook is the exact opposite of a mess. heâs calm as ever, leaning back against your couch. his legs are laid out, partly for comfort and partly to see if youâll play footsies with him. as he taps his pencil on the coffee table, youâre hunched over your laptop, reaching your presentation notes over and over again.Â
âyou spelled neurological wrong again,â jungkook murmurs without looking up from your screen, the tip of his finger casually dragging across your trackpad to highlight it. âyou know⌠if youâre tired, you can just go to sleep. your presentation isnât until monday.â
âyeah? and?â
he rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. âand... itâs friday night. shouldnât we be doing something⌠i donât know. less nerdy?â
you groan, flop dramatically onto the keyboard.Â
âless nerdy? coming from you? mr. acid-base equilibrium? you literally watched a documentary on test tube glassware last night.â
âokay, that was cinematic.â he tilts his head, smirking. âbesides, people are gonna think iâm a bad boyfriend. theyâre gonna blame me for this sad little study date. my reputation as campus hot nerd boyfriend? destroyed.â
âand maintaining your reputation is important to you becauseâŚ? are you trying to impress someone?â
he opens his mouth.
you lift a brow. âanswer properly, chem boy.â
his grin widensâlazy, warm, and entirely unbothered. he leans forward until his knee knocks into yours under the table. the silence after is familiar, laced with quiet breaths and clacking keys and the soft humming of your brain still sorting through your script.
youâre practicing for your final psych presentationââhow attachment styles influence communication in emerging adult relationships.â youâd picked the topic because it felt personal, but lately itâs felt almost too personal. every example, every termâhypervigilance, emotional unavailability, rupture-and-repair cyclesâsounds suspiciously familiar.
then he speaks again, quieter now.
âdo you think i have an insecure attachment style?â
you pause mid-type. turn to squint at him.
âare you asking because youâre actually curious or because youâre bored?â
âyes,â he says. but this time, when you meet his eyes, heâs not teasing.
his hairâs messily pushed back from all the times heâs run his fingers through it. heâs in that hoodieâthe one you always steal. the one that smells like detergent and warmth and him. heâs looking at you in that way he only does when somethingâs been sitting in his chest too long.
you soften. âyou⌠avoid conflict until it explodes. you retreat instead of repair. butââ
his brow lifts.
âbut you always circle back. even if itâs awkward. even if you donât know what to say.â
he nods, barely.
âso yeah. maybe a little avoidant. maybe a little anxious.â then you add with a smirk, âbut mostly just annoying.â
he breathes out a soft laugh, but you see the way his fingers curl slightly in his lap. somethingâs still tugging at him.
âi only asked because...â he shrugs. looks ahead. âi donât wanna suck at loving you when things get real.â
you blink.
he doesnât say it dramatically, doesnât dress it up. just drops it in the air between you like a truth heâs been holding in his mouth all week.
you stare at him, heart thudding so hard it feels like a distraction. so you reach for his hand, slide your pinky over his, and anchor him there.
âyou wonât,â you say quietly. then, âweâre both still learning.â
he swallows, turning to you again, lips twitching like heâs trying not to smile.
and thenâvery softly, with just a hint of mischief:
 â...should i come to your presentation?â
you roll your eyes. âyou have to. youâre in one of my case studies.â
âi whatââ
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whatâs your type? â gojo satoru.
âSenpai, can I ask you something?â âAsk away.â â.........Whatâs your type?â You blinked, your eyes darting to him. The rustle of leaves against the wind was loud. âWhat?â âIâŚ.I liked that photo of Waka Inoue, but itâs nothing much. Shoko said its icky cause itâs creepy that Waka Inoue looks like her butââ You start to laugh. âGojo, you are something, arenât you?â
GENRE: post hidden - inventory arc (2010s)
WARNING/S: domesticity, fluff, angst, trauma, implied death, violence, romance, hurt/comfort, character death depiction of death, depictions of loss and depression, depiction of blood, depiction of killing, depiction of suffering, depiction of anxiety, mention of death, mention of grief, profanity, family drama;
WORDS: 10k words.
NOTE: feeling a little bit better, no more fever. but im still longing for satoru. he won second place in the last poll, so his story has to be contrasting sukuna!!! thank you for still reading my works and healing with me. it's really healing to just take time and see him be the silly man he is. i love him so much, guys. so so much!!!
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November 2005
IT'S ALMOST BEEN SIX MONTHS AND SOMEHOW HE STILL DOESNâT KNOW YOU. And because of this he doesnât think he can sleep at night. You were Gojo Satoru's senpai, a figure shrouded in mystery and calm that even he, with all his power and insight, could not easily unravel. To Satoru, you were more of an enigma than he could ever hope to beâa person who never spoke more than necessary, and when you did, it was with careful precision, revealing only what was directly asked.
You were a Zen'in by blood, yet you never uttered a word of reproach against your relatives, despite their reputation. It was no secret that the Zen'in clan was a place of harshness and cruelty, but you kept your thoughts tightly sealed, never letting your personal feelings slip. Not even with discontent, it somehow never found a way out of your lips. Your life outside of missions and the classroom was a locked box that Satoru could never open.
Gojo Satoru canât help it, but he often finds himself wondering about you. Your restraint, your quiet strength. Everything about you was so unlike him, so tranquil and graceful and yet, in some ways, it was what made you so fascinating to him. He knew you didnât like the higherâups, nor the clan elders; it was in the way your deep purple eyes would narrow ever so slightly during meetings, in the subtle tension in your posture.
But you never voiced your displeasure, not even in private. Yagaâsensei thinks you got that from your father. And you were too much like him. It was unquestionable, unshakable, vibrant loyalty to the jujutsu world, but Gojo Satoru couldn't tell whether it was out of duty, fear, or something else entirely.
For someone like Gojo Satoru, who thrived on breaking down barriers and challenging the status quo the moment he was born, your unwavering silence on certain matters was almost infuriating. He doesnât think you were that way when you were born either. But perhaps he was used to being the one who held all the cards, who saw through people with ease.
Yet with you, he was left guessing, speculating. You were the aloof cloud he can never understand. Even when he tried to prod for more, you would give him just enough to satisfy his immediate curiosity but never enough to truly understand you. And thatâs what he wanted. He wanted to understand you. To get to know you. To be close to you.
It wasn't that you were cold or distantâfar from it, he thinks. You were always there, always supportive when it mattered. Maybe even more than Yagaâsensei sometimes. But you kept your past, your thoughts, and your emotions locked away in a treasure trove heâs been trying to find. And just as always, it was leaving Satoru to wonder what kind of experiences shaped the person you were. Were you haunted by the same ghosts that plagued him, or was your silence a shield against something far darker?
To him, you were like a mirror that reflected his own complexities. The first in centuries to be born with the gift of Ryomen Hiromi, the only heir of the Zenâin clan in its lifetime. But maybe you were someone with a filter that softens the edges. You represented a kind of strength that didnât need to flaunt itselfâa quiet resilience that came from facing the world with resolve and not letting it change who you were at your core.
In a world full of curses and chaos, where everyone had their demons, you remained the one riddle Gojo Satoru couldnât solve. A mystery he wished to solve. And perhaps that was why, despite all his power and knowledge, he found himself drawn to you again and again, in search of the answer to the question that haunted him the most: Who were you, really? Who was this senpai he looked up to the most?
The room was quiet, save for the sound of Gojo Satoru's footsteps as he paced back and forth. His restless energy filled the space, making it impossible for Geto Suguru to focus on his book. After a few more laps, Suguru finally had enough and gave up, placing the book aside.
"Satoru, would you stop that? You're making me dizzy." Suguru said, rubbing his temples in frustration. âAnd now the book feels moot to your annoying footsteps.â
Satoru paused mid-step, looking at Suguru with a pout. "I can't help it! Iâm just too curious about them. Theyâre always so secretive."
Ieiri Shoko, who had been watching the scene unfold from her spot on the couch, took a drag from her cigarette before chiming in. "Let him be, Suguru. At least heâll burn off some of that energy. We might actually get some peace and quiet later."
Satoru shot her a playful glare. "Iâm not that bad."
Shoko raised an eyebrow but didnât argue the point. Instead, she leaned back and let out a soft sigh, enjoying the rare moment of levity. "Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that."
Suguru, however, wasnât quite done. "You shouldnât pry into their life, Satoru. Thatâs their business, not ours."
Satoru crossed his arms, his curiosity still burning brightly in his eyes. "But they never talk about anything! Don't you want to know more about them?"
Shoko nodded in agreement with Suguru. "I do, but itâs not our place to dig into their past. If they want to share something, they will. Until then, we respect their privacy."
Satoru sighed, his excitement dimming slightly. He knew they were right, but it didnât make it any easier. There was something about the mystery that you carried with you that kept pulling him in, a puzzle that he was desperate to solve.
"Fine." he conceded, plopping down on the couch next to Shoko. "But it doesnât mean Iâm not going to keep wondering."
Suguru chuckled, shaking his head. "Knowing you, thatâs as close to restraint as weâre going to get."
Shoko smirked and gave Satoru a light tap on the head. "Just donât let it consume you, alright?"
Satoru grinned, though the curiosity still lingered in his expression. "No promises.â
Satoru leaned back on the couch, trying to shake off his curiosity about you, but it was harder than he expected. His mind kept wandering back to the mystery that was his strong, dependable senpai. Despite the warnings from Suguru and Shoko, he couldn't help himself.
"Come on, Suguru, donât you wonder about anything? Like, what type of women theyâre into?" Satoru suddenly asked, unable to keep the question to himself any longer.
Suguru rolled his eyes, clearly not interested in entertaining Satoruâs curiosity any further. He has had enough for a whole day already. He sighed. "Satoru, seriously? I thought you put it to rest already!â
âBut I wanna know more about them. Whatâs their favorite mochi? Do they like coffee? Whatâs their favorite cafe? Do they like idols? Whatâs their typeââ
âSatoru, stopâAh, my ear! That was so loud!â
âSuguboo!â The blue eyed sorcerer cried as he leaned against Suguruâs shoulder as Suguru groaned with exasperation, trying to get Satoru off him.
But Shoko, who had been lazily biting the lollipop in her mouth, suddenly perked up at the sight. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes as she pulled out her flip phone, her fingers typing away with practiced ease.Â
Satoru noticed and immediately scooted closer. "Wait, Shoko, what are you doing? Do you know something? Donât tell me you have senpaiâs number. Are you texting them? Tell me! Iâm dying here!"
Shoko grinned, enjoying the moment as she finished typing. She flipped the phone around, showing Satoru the screen.
His cerulean. eyes zeroed in on the contact name: Utahimeâsenpai. Then, underneath, a simple message: Eh? HmâŚ..Yukiâsenpai asked them one time, and Yuki-senpai said that they answered Norika Fujiwaraâthatâs our senpaiâs type, which bummed Yuki-senpai. She's not senpai's type.â
"Yuki-senpai, the special grade abroad?"
"I guess so." Shoko retorted back to Suguru. "Apparently she and our senpai's close."
"Hm, that makes sense." Suguru nodded back at his friend. "Huh, I never expected that senpai would be into women. Good for them."
"Right?" Shoko grinned back at the long haired sorcerer. "Women are the best!"
For a moment, Satoru just stared, processing the information. "Wait, Norika Fujiwara? ThatâsâŚ"Â
"Yup." Shoko said, her grin widening as she leaned back, clearly amused by his reaction.
Satoruâs eyes widened as it finally hit him. "Our senpai⌠is into women?"
Shoko chuckled as Suguru shot her a mildly disapproving look, but even he couldn't suppress a small smile. "You know, this makes sense now. Kyoto High has K-1 events on their TV. And Norika Fujiwara's on the programs sometimes."
"Heh, you're right!" Shoko grins at her friend. "I wonder if they only watch for Noriko Fujiwara."
"I don't think our Senpai's that shallow, Shoko."
"Well anyway, you did say you wanted to know more about them." Shoko said, putting her phone away. She raised her thumb up for Satoru. âNow you do!â
Satoru was stunned. He had always respected you as a powerful and composed figure, but somehow this revelation made you even more intriguing in his eyes. "Wow⌠just when I thought I couldnât admire them more. They're becoming cooler by the day. You guys don't understand!"
Suguru sighed, shaking his head at the whole exchange. "Satoru, you really are something else."
"Hey, Iâm just appreciating my senpai!" Satoru shot back, but his tone was lighter now, a mix of surprise and admiration in his voice.
Shoko smirked, clearly pleased with herself. "Well, now you know. Just donât let it go to your head."
Satoru nodded, but it was clear from his expression that this little tidbit of knowledge had only deepened the enigma that you were to him. Because he couldn't help it, when it came to you. He couldn't help but want to know more.
He stood up, trying to open his canned soda and sighed. He thinks he feels faint. But maybe, just maybe, its the weather. He feels unwell, somhow. Gojo Satoru sighed. He should sleep more.
THE AUTUMN LEAVES MARKED YOUR ARRIVAL. The next few days saw you at Jujutsu High, filing a report about a recent mission in the Tokyo Metropolitan Area. The mission had gone smoothly, but there was something about the activity at a nearby temple that piqued your interest, so you planned to stay on campus all day before heading out to investigate.
Satoru had been unusually quiet since your arrival. He watched you from a distance, his usual playful banter replaced by a thoughtful silence. He still hadnât figured out how to bring up what heâd learned about youâhow could he, when the revelation had left him so distracted?
By the time you suggested sparring, hoping to shake off the tension in the air, Satoru seemed eager to agree. The two of you moved through the training area, exchanging blows with a familiarity that spoke of years of experience. But something was off. Satoru wasnât as sharp as usual; his mind was clearly elsewhere.
You took advantage of the momentary lapse in his concentration. In a quick, fluid motion, you downed him, pinning him to the ground with a sigh. He groaned, feeling the ground and gravel against his face.
"Youâre stupid to let me have a shot at downing you, Gojo-kun." you muttered, shaking your head. âThat was a rookie mistake.â
Satoru blinked up at you, startled by your words, before realizing his mistake. He had let his guard down completely. He sighed, a rare admission of fault slipping past his lips. "Yeah, sorry. Iâm just⌠distracted."
You raised an eyebrow, still holding him in place. "Distracted? What's going on, Gojo-kun? Is it about a mission or something to do with the jujutsu youâre working on?"
He hesitated, trying to find the right words. It wasnât like him to be at a loss, but this was different. His thoughts were clouded by what he had discovered, and now, faced with you directly, he wasnât sure how to bring it up. Finally, he decided to dodge, just a little.Â
"Itâs nothing serious. Just something on my mind that I canât quite shake."
You narrowed your eyes, clearly not convinced but deciding to let it slide for the moment. You released him, standing up and offering a hand to help him up. "Well, whatever it is, donât let it cloud your judgment. You canât afford to be distracted out there."
Satoru took your hand and stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes. He nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "Yeah, I know. Thanks, senpai."
You studied him for a moment longer, clearly aware that something was off but choosing not to press further. "Just remember, Gojo-kunâwhatever it is, you can talk to me. Iâm here if you need anything."
He nodded again, appreciating your offer but still unsure how to approach the topic of what heâd learned. "Iâll keep that in mind."
With that, the two of you continued your sparring session, but Satoru's thoughts remained tangled. The revelation had stirred something in him, and he knew he couldnât keep it to himself forever. But for now, he would focus on the task at hand, trying to push the distraction aside until he could find the right momentâand the right wordsâto bring it up with you.
You cracked open your canned soda, the familiar hiss of carbonation filling the quiet evening air. Taking a sip, you glanced at Satoru, who was fiddling with his own sweet drink, clearly still wrestling with his thoughts. You couldnât help but smile, the tension between you now a thing of the past.
âSenpai, can I ask you something?â
âAsk away.â
â.........Whatâs your type?â
You blinked, your eyes darting to him. The rustle of leaves against the wind was loud. âWhat?â
âIâŚ.I liked that photo of Waka Inoue, but itâs nothing much, really. Pretty face, pretty lady. But I have to say, Shoko said its icky cause itâs creepy that Waka Inoue looks like her butââ
You start to laugh. âGojo, you are something, arenât you?â
He blushes, almost embarrassed as you shake your head at him. â......Is it bad?â
âHm, not at all.â You snickered at him. âYouâre just curious. But I now have a question!â
âYâyes, senpai?â
âWas it MeiâMei or Utahime?â
â!?â His face was priceless. It was as though he was a child who had just been caught stealing cookies during the night in the kitchen.
"Ah, Shoko must have asked Utahime." you began, the amusement evident in your voice, "Man, that girl has a big fat crush on Shoko, doesnât she? She just gave up easily. At least with MeiâMei, it will be a good five million yen.â
Satoru didnât respond immediately, focusing instead on opening his drink. His silence spoke volumes, and you chuckled once more with a softer essence, shaking your head.Â
âWell, itâs not like Iâm hiding anything.â You tout, sighing as you look at him. âBut I guess that Iâm not as obvious as they come, I suppose.â
Taking another sip, you continued, "I do like Fujiwara Norika. Sheâs my type of woman. Looking back at it now, she reminds me of someone I dated once. And I think that makes Yuki-chan feel like she has to dye her hair brown now."
Satoru froze mid-sip, and the next thing you knew, he was sputtering, spitting out his drink in surprise. "You⌠you dated before?" he blurted out, his eyes wide with shock. "Do...do I know them?"
You couldnât help but laugh at his reaction. "Why wouldnât I? Iâm older than you by a couple of years, you know? And it wasnât really a secret....Hm.....Would you know? I don't think you liked anyone else from the other clans. But I guess in a way, it doesn't matter, you know?â
Satoru stared at you, still processing what you had said, but then he noticed the brief flicker of sadness that crossed your face, even when you try to laugh it off. It was subtle, barely there, but for someone as perceptive as Satoru, it was impossible to miss. His usual playful demeanor softened, and he watched you carefully, sensing that there was more to the story.
You sighed, looking out at the horizon, your voice quieter now. "I loved someone a long time ago, Gojo. And it broke my heart when she left. But thatâs over now.â
The weight of your words hung in the air between you, and for once, Satoru didnât know what to say. He could see the pain in your eyes, a pain that was buried deep but still lingered, like an old wound that hadnât quite healed.
"But, Gojo-kun....you knowâŚ." you continued, your voice growing steadier, "I didnât love her because she was a woman. Or that she looked like Fujiwara Noriko. Even if that's what others believed. I loved her because she brought me to life."
Satoru was silent, absorbing what you had just shared. He could see now that your quiet strength, the way you carried yourself, had been shaped by experiences that ran deepâexperiences that he had never even guessed at.
You turned to him with a genuine smile. "People like us have the rarity of that, don't you think? Not has the shot to be brought to life by love."Â
For a moment, the two of you stood there, the setting sun casting long shadows around you. Satoru finally broke the silence, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "Iâm sorry, senpai. I didnât mean to bring up something painful."
You shook your head, offering him a reassuring smile. "Itâs alright, Gojo-kun. You didn't upset me at all. Itâs part of life, part of who I am. And you asked properly. It was right to be honest. Besides, what makes us human if we don't carry our own stories with us, donât we?"
Satoru nodded slowly, feeling a new sense of respect for you. He had always admired your strength, but now he understood that it wasnât just about power or skill. It was also about the resilience you had built through the pain of loss, through the love that had once lifted you and then left you heartbroken.
"Thanks for telling me, senpai." he finally said, his usual bravado tempered by genuine gratitude.
You nodded, appreciating his sincerity. "Just remember, Gojo-kun. Your curiosity isnât a bad thing. But some things take time to understand. Donât be in such a hurry to know everything all at once. Even about me. JustâŚ.just enjoy things little by little.â
He smiled, a small, thoughtful smile that showed he was taking your words to heart. "Iâll try to remember that."
You leaned closer to him and let your palm pat his head. He gasped, looking up to you as he nearly dropped his soda. You laugh. âArenât you my cute, curious and dependable kouhai, Gojo Satoru!â
Gojo Satoru felt his ears turn red as much as his body. He lowered his head, enjoying your touch on his hair. Gentle and yet tenderly comforting all at once. He wished you didnât have this much of an effect on him. But he supposed that he knew that heâs not good like that when it comes to you.Â
With that, the two of you stood in comfortable silence, sipping your drinks as the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving the world bathed in twilight. It was a rare, quiet moment between two powerful sorcerers, a moment where the weight of your shared experiences brought you closer together, not just as comrades, but as individuals who had lived, loved, and lost in the ever-unforgiving world of jujutsu.
January 2006
ITâS HARD TO BELIEVE ITS NEW YEAR AGAIN.The cold Kyoto air was crisp as Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Nanami, and Haibara made their way up the steps to your familyâs ancestral Mikoto temple in the heart of Kyoto. The New Year had come fast approaching, and while you had insisted they didnât need to make the trip all the way to Kyoto just for you, Gojo Satoru had been adamant to see you. As he always was. He was just that sort of young man.
Satoru's enthusiasm for joining you at the temple for New Year's was palpable, his childlike pout accentuating just how much he wanted to be there. Despite your logical protests about the cold and the crowd, Satoru seemed undeterred, his energy almost infectious.
âItâll be too crowded, Gojo-kun.â you said with a raised brow, trying to keep a firm stance on your decision. âAnd not to mention too cold. Just stay in Tokyo.â
But Satoru wasn't one to give up easily, especially not when it came to spending time with you. He pouted, his lower lip jutting out in a way that made you sigh in exasperation. âEhhhhhh, I donât want to.â His voice was a playful whine. âCome on, senpai! Me being there would make it all fun.â
Suguru, always the calm voice of reason, chimed in from beside him, hands casually tucked into his pockets. âWeâre going to be there too, Satoru.â he pointed out, his tone laced with subtle amusement. âAre we just chopped liver to you?â
Shoko, ever the instigator, snickered at the exchange. âWhen it comes to our senpai, that big baby is going to be thinking about him.â
Satoruâs indignant protest was immediate. âHey, Iâm not a big baby!â
Before you could respond, Haibaraâs grin lit up the conversation. âIâll go too! I think it would be fun to see how Bishamon temples do festivals.â
Nanami, however, wasnât as enthusiastic. âI donât.â he mumbled under his breath, pushing his hair out of his face with a resigned air. âIt would be too cold. And I donât wanna get a cold.â
"Hey! You'll offend senpai like that!" Haibara pouted at Kento.
Nanami Kento turned to you with a blank face. "Does it offend you, senpai?"
"Not at all." You grinned at him.
"See, they don't mind."
"Huh!? But I do!" Gojo Satoru retorted back. "You're going, Nanami!"
"I don't wanna."
"No, you're going!"
"Satoru, don't be so loud."
"But Suguboo!"
"I can't believe I'm stuck with all of you." Shoko huffed, cigarette smooke coming out of her mouth.
Despite your earlier reservations, you couldnât help but feel a warmth spread through you at the thought of all of them wanting to be with you for the New Year. It was going to be a lively celebration, that much was certain. Even after many times youâve told them to not go, they still told you they were going. And sure enough, it was too cold all the way around.Â
Nanami sighed, adjusting the scarf around his neck as they neared the temple gates. "This is ridiculous. We could have celebrated in Tokyo."
Haibara, ever the optimist, smiled brightly at his friend. "Donât worry, Nanami. Iâm sure everything will be well. Itâs New Yearâs day, after all. We should be celebrating together."
As they reached the top of the steps, they were greeted by the sight of Kusakabe and Utahime already there, standing near the entrance of the temple. Iori Utahime was wrapped in a thick coat, her breath visible in the chilly air. Beside her, Kusakabe Atsuya was typing away on his flip phone. When Utahime spotted Satoru, her expression immediately shifted to one of irritation.
"Why are you here, Gojo?" she asked, her voice carrying a mix of suspicion and annoyance.
Satoru grinned at her, his usual carefree attitude on full display. "Because Iâm your favorite kouhai, of course!" he replied, his tone teasing as ever. âArenât you happy? To be graced by my presence, Utahime?â
Utahimeâs eye twitched in irritation, and she started towards him, clearly ready to give him a piece of her mind. But before she could get too close, Kusakabe quickly stepped in, gently pulling her back. Everyone was looking at them but none of that mattered to Gojo Satoru who continued to grin at his elder.
"Utahime, let it go. Itâs New Yearâs day!" he urged, trying to keep the peace. âSenpaiâs also here, we canât cause headaches for them!â
"But heâ!" Utahime began, only to be cut off by Kusakabe, who was already steering her towards the temple entrance, hoping to diffuse the situation.
Satoru just chuckled, clearly enjoying the reaction heâd gotten out of her. "Sheâs so easy to rile up." he said to Suguru, who merely shook his head with a smirk.
Shoko, who had been watching the exchange with a bemused expression, nudged Satoru. "Maybe try not to annoy everyone before the night even begins." she suggested, though there was little bite to her words. âUtahime, donât mind him.â
"Whereâs the fun in that?" Satoru quipped, but he did ease off, his attention shifting to the temple grounds. He leaned towards Shoko. âHeh, love sick.â
Shoko slapped his arm. He flinched and groaned in pain. âYeah, thatâs what I thought.â
You emerged from the temple just as they were finishing up their banter, surprised to see so many familiar faces. "I thought I told you guys not to bother coming all the way out here." you said, though there was no mistaking the warmth in your tone. It was clear you were happy to see them, despite your earlier protests. âItâs very busy here, I didnât want you guys to suffer waiting.â
Satoru stepped forward, handing you a small package wrapped in festive paper. "No way we were letting you celebrate alone, senpai! Besides, it wouldnât be a proper New Year without you. Or me. Together.â
âHeh, love sick.â Suguru snickered lowly.
âShut up!â Satoru slapped his arm.Â
You accepted the gift with a smile, though your gaze softened at the sight of them all gathered together. "I appreciate it. Truly.â
Nanami, still grumbling under his breath, finally spoke up. "Next year, weâre doing this in Tokyo."
Haibara laughed, patting Nanami on the back. "Weâll see about that, Nanami. For now, letâs just enjoy the night."
As the group made their way inside, the temple's warm glow and the smell of incense welcomed them. The sounds of laughter and conversation filled the air as they prepared to ring in the New Year together. Despite the long journey and the cold, it was clear that none of them would have wanted to be anywhere else.
You ushered everyone inside the temple, the warmth from the lit braziers immediately driving away the chill of the winter night. The monks at the temple were handing out hot drinks to keep warm. Nanami took two, as the others enjoyed one. Satoru thinks that it was sweet plum tea, but itâs not sweet enough for him.
The templeâs interior was adorned with traditional New Yearâs decorationsâpine branches, plum blossoms, and bamboo, all carefully arranged to welcome the coming year. Gojo Satoru was often here as a child, being a descendant of Hiromi.
He can pinpoint the places he had studied with his Mikoto teachers. But he has never seen it in this way, with all its vibrant decorations. He supposed that he was always celebrating New Years at those boring clan parties.Â
The air was thick with the fragrant scent of incense, and the sound of gentle chanting echoed softly through the corridors. The bells rang as people prayed in front of the statue of Bishamon. The line was the longest he had ever seen, probably longer than when he buys new Digimon merchandise. But he supposed that it would be the case. The Hiromi Shrine was the most popular of the Bishamon worship shrines in Kyoto, especially because of the performances.
"Make yourselves comfortable." you told them with a smile. "Iâll be back soon. I have to prepare for the dance offering to Bishamon. Itâs a tradition I have to lead."
âHeh, you dance, senpai?â Shoko questioned, drinking her plum tea. âJust like Utahime.â
You smiled back at her. âHm. Iâm a priestess in Mikoto shrines also. Bishamon likes being praised, after all. So, it is part of our duty.â
âYour dancing has always been immaculate, senpai.â Utahime cheered as she looked towards you. âGraceful as always.â
âDoes this mean you know this?â Suguru turned to Satoru with a curious face. âYou have common ancestry with that, donât you?â
âI was taught, but I wasnât allowed to perform it.â Satoru retorted back, fixing his glasses. âIâm still a Gojo, you know?â
âIâll be going now.â You tell them, fixing the pleats on your haori. âI still have to change clothing.â
âGood luck, senpai!â Haibara says, clapping his hands. Nanami mumbled the same but in a lower tone.
You giggled. âYou have my thanks. Enjoy the show, okay?â
The group nodded in silent agreement, their eyes following your form as you disappeared deeper into the temple. The faint sound of your footsteps echoed briefly before being swallowed by the hushed serenity of the sacred space. As the heavy wooden doors closed behind you, a soft thud resonated through the air, leaving them standing in the warm, golden glow of the temple's main hall.
The ancient architecture loomed around them, exuding an aura of timelessness and reverence. Flickering candles cast gentle, dancing shadows across the polished floors, while the subtle scent of incense hung in the air, intertwining with the soft murmur of distant prayers. It was a place where the divine felt near, a sanctuary where the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the sacred atmosphere to envelop them.
Each of them felt the weight of the templeâs history, the centuries of devotion embedded in its very walls. Here, in this tranquil space, they were reminded of the depth of their connection to you, and the unspoken bond that drew them all together, even in the quietest of moments.
Satoru leaned against a pillar, his eyes following the path you had taken. "This is a big deal." he said, breaking the silence. "The dance offered to Bishamon isnât just for show. Itâs a prayer for protection, strength, and victory in the coming year. As descendants of the Hiromi clan, it has to be taken with care and concentration.â
Shoko, intrigued, glanced at him. "So you know all about this, then? In great detail."
Satoru shrugged, a hint of pride in his voice. "Yeah, Iâve seen it done before, in the Mikoto household. But senpai⌠theyâve always taken it to another level. Theyâre the real deal when it comes to this tradition."
Suguru nodded thoughtfully, glancing around at the intricate decorations. "Itâs rare to see someone so deeply connected to their heritage like this. Itâs impressive."
Nanami, still somewhat grumpy from the trip, nevertheless looked interested. "It must be a lot of pressure, carrying on such an important tradition."
"It is. Sheâs the only third one to hold Hiromiâs cursed technique. So sheâs held in high regard." Satoru agreed, his gaze still fixed on the doors you had disappeared through. "But senpai handles it like itâs nothing. Thatâs just how they are."
As they talked, the soft sounds of preparations being made drifted through the temple. The atmosphere grew more reverent, the chatter fading into a respectful silence as they waited for the ceremony to begin.
When the doors finally opened again, they all turned to look. You emerged, dressed in the finest Heian-era clothing, each layer of silk and brocade meticulously arranged. The colors were vibrant, yet harmonious, a testament to the skill and care that had gone into the ensemble. Your hair was styled in the traditional manner, adorned with delicate ornaments that caught the light as you moved.
The group fell silent, their eyes drawn to you as you approached the altar. Gojo Satoru felt his breath catch in his throat, completely awe-struck. He had seen you in combat, had witnessed your strength and skill countless times, but this was different. This was a side of you he had never truly seen beforeâregal, composed, every movement filled with grace and purpose.
As you took your place before the altar, the room seemed to hold its breath. The flickering candlelight reflected off the golden statue of Bishamon, the god of war and warriors, who stood as the protector of the temple. You began to dance, your movements slow and deliberate, each gesture a prayer offered up to the deity.
The bells chimed softly in time with your steps, the melody hauntingly beautiful. The sleeves of your kimono floated gracefully through the air, and the rhythm of your movements told a story of reverence, dedication, and unbroken tradition. Every step, every turn, was imbued with a power that transcended the physical, connecting the past with the present, the divine with the mortal.
Satoru was mesmerized, his usual playful demeanor replaced with an expression of deep respect and admiration. He had always known you were special, but seeing you like thisâfully embracing your role as a descendant of the Hiromi clan, leading this sacred ritual with such grace and authorityâwas something he hadnât anticipated.
As the dance continued, the room seemed to glow with a warmth that went beyond the physical. It was as if the very spirit of the temple had come alive, watching over the ritual with benevolent eyes. The other sorcerers watched in respectful silence, each of them feeling the weight of the moment, understanding that they were witnessing something truly sacred.
When the dance finally came to an end, you stood before the altar, hands folded in a final gesture of prayer. The room was silent, the only sound was the soft crackling of the braziers. Then, slowly, you turned to face your audience, your expression calm and serene.
The group remained silent, each of them still processing what they had just witnessed. Satoru, however, couldnât help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. He had always known you were extraordinary, but tonight, that belief had been solidified in a way he hadnât expected.
As you stepped down from the altar, Satoru caught your eye, and for a brief moment, there was an understanding between youâsomething that didnât need to be spoken. It was in the quiet awe in his gaze, in the way he nodded slightly, acknowledging what you had just done.
"That was⌠amazing." Shoko finally said, breaking the silence, her voice filled with genuine admiration.
âRight?â Utahime grinned from ear to ear. âSenpaiâs been practicing this for months!â
âI always wondered how they have the time to do all this.â Kusakabe whispered under his breath. âThat was justâŚ.amazing.â
Suguru nodded in agreement, a rare look of respect on his usually calm face. "Yeah. Truly."
Nanami, who had been skeptical about the whole thing, couldnât help but nod as well. "I can see why this tradition is so important."
Haibara, always the optimist, beamed at you. "You were incredible, senpai!"
You smiled softly, bowing your head in thanks. "Thank you. Iâm glad you could all be here to witness it. It means a lot to me."
As the night continued, the group moved on to the other festivities, but Satoru remained quiet, still caught up in the image of you dancing under the templeâs sacred light. He knew he would never forget this New Year, nor the way you had shown them all the true depth of your heritage and strength.
As the night wore on, the temple grounds gradually filled with the sounds of celebration. The solemnity of the ritual had given way to a more festive atmosphere, with laughter and chatter echoing off the ancient stone walls. The group of sorcerers mingled, sharing stories and enjoying the warmth of the small fires that had been lit to stave off the winter chill.
Satoru, however, found himself oddly quiet amidst the festivities. He stood a little apart from the others, his gaze often drifting back to where you were, speaking with Utahime and Kusakabe near the shrine. The image of you during the dance was still fresh in his mind, replaying over and over again like a scene from a film.
He had always admired youârespected you, even. You were his dependable senpai, someone who had taught him much, someone who had always been there. But tonight, something had shifted.
The way you had moved, the way you had commanded the space during the ritual, had revealed a side of you that he hadnât fully grasped before. It wasnât just about strength or skill. It was about who you were at your coreâa person deeply connected to your heritage, someone who carried the weight of tradition with grace and dignity.
As he watched you now, a realization began to creep up on him, one that he hadnât seen coming. It wasnât just admiration he felt. There was something moreâsomething deeper that made his heart beat a little faster, made him more aware of your every movement, every word.Â
It hit him all at once, like a sudden gust of wind that took his breath away. Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, the one who was always so sure of himself, found himself completely and utterly disarmed by this newfound awareness.
He liked you. A lot. More than he hoped.
The thought was startling, and for a moment, he didnât know what to do with it. Love wasnât something he had ever given much thought toâhis life was too chaotic, too filled with danger and responsibility. But standing here, watching you laugh with the others, he couldnât deny it. It was there, unmistakable and undeniable, a feeling that had been building without him even realizing it.
Shoko noticed his distant expression and wandered over, nudging him with her elbow. "Youâve been quiet. Whatâs going on in that head of yours?"
Satoru blinked, pulling himself out of his thoughts. He glanced at Shoko, then back at you, still trying to process what he had just figured out. "Just⌠thinking." he said, his voice a little softer than usual.
Shoko raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Thatâs a first. What about?"
He hesitated for a moment, then gave a small, almost sheepish smile. "Senpai."
Shoko followed his gaze and immediately understood. Her usual smirk softened into something more genuine. "Youâve got it bad, huh?"
Satoru sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah⌠I think I do."
Shoko didnât tease him this time. Instead, she nodded thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on you. "You know, itâs not surprising. Theyâre⌠special."
"Yeah." Satoru agreed quietly, his eyes never leaving you. "They really are."
The two of them stood there in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Satoru felt a strange mix of emotionsâexcitement, anxiety, and something he wasnât quite sure how to name. Love was a powerful thing, and for someone like him, it was both thrilling and terrifying.
But as he watched you smile, saw the way you interacted with the people around you, he knew one thing for certain: whatever came next, whatever he had to face because of this realization, he was ready for it. Because this feeling, this loveâhe knew it was worth it.
"Guess Iâve got some things to figure out," he muttered, more to himself than to Shoko.
She chuckled softly. "Youâll manage. You always do."
Satoru smiled, feeling a little more grounded. He wasnât sure what he was going to do about this newfound love, but for now, just knowing it, acknowledging it, was enough. The night was still young, and there was timeâtime to enjoy this moment, time to figure out what to do next.
As the celebration continued, he allowed himself to relax, to savor the warmth of the fire and the sound of your laughter. There was no rush. For the first time in a long while, Satoru Gojo was content to just beâcontent to stand by, to watch, and to let his heart lead him wherever it wanted to go.
February 2010
HE HAD NEVER EXPECTED THIS OUT OF HIS LIFE. In the first months after your marriage, Gojo Satoru found himself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions he hadnât fully anticipated. Marriage, to him, had always been an abstract conceptâsomething distant and almost inconceivable.
After all, he was Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, someone who walked a path few could follow, always teetering on the edge of danger. He had grown accustomed to a life where attachments were fleeting, where relationships were superficial at best, and where he never had to worry about being tied down by anything or anyone.
But now, everything had changed. With a simple gold band on his finger, a tangible symbol of a bond he never thought heâd have, Satoru realized he was in completely unfamiliar territory. The weight of that ring was more than just the metalâit was the responsibility, the commitment, and the vulnerability that came with it.
In those early days, he found himself waking up in the middle of the night, his hand subconsciously reaching out to make sure you were still there, a silent reassurance that this wasnât just a dream. Heâd never been one to fear anything, but the thought of losing you, of this newfound connection slipping through his fingers, sent a chill down his spine. It was a feeling he didnât quite know how to processâa mixture of fear and protectiveness, of love and uncertainty.
Satoru had always prided himself on being in control, of being able to predict and outmaneuver any threat. But thisâthis was different. Loving you, being married to you, was something he couldnât strategize his way through. There were no enemies to defeat, no curses to exorcize, just the simple, profound reality of sharing his life with someone else. And that terrified him more than he cared to admit.
Heâd catch himself watching you when you werenât looking, his gaze softening in a way that was so unlike the confident, cocky sorcerer everyone knew. He marveled at how easily you fit into his life, how you managed to break through the walls he had built up over the years. The way you understood him, the way you didnât flinch in the face of his power or his occasional bouts of arroganceâit was as if you had always been meant to be there, by his side, grounding him in a way nothing else ever had.
But with that grounding came a vulnerability that Satoru wasnât used to. He was no longer just the strongest sorcererâhe was your husband, a role that demanded a different kind of strength, one that he was still learning to wield. The idea of being responsible for someone elseâs happiness, of being someone you could rely on, made him question everything he thought he knew about himself. Could he really be the partner you deserved? Could he protect you not just from the dangers of the world, but from his own flaws and insecurities?
These questions haunted him in the quiet moments, when the world slowed down and it was just the two of you. He was used to facing challenges head-on, but this was different. This was about being present, being open, being honestâthings that didnât come naturally to him. And yet, despite the doubts and the fears, there was something about being with you that made him want to try, to be better, to grow into the role he never thought heâd take on.
As the months passed, Satoru began to understand that marriage wasnât about being perfect, or about having all the answers. It was about the journey you were both on, together, learning and growing with each step.
He realized that it was okay to be unsure, to be afraid, as long as he was willing to face those fears with you by his side. And slowly, he started to let go of the idea that he had to be invincible, that he had to carry the weight of the world on his own. Because now, he had you, and that was a strength unlike anything he had ever known.
Heâd never been one to doubt himself, but when it came to you, things were different. There were moments when he would catch himself overthinking, a rarity for him. Did you really want to be married to him, or had circumstances forced your hand? The thought gnawed at him more often than heâd like to admit.
After all, your relationship hadnât exactly been conventional. You had always been enigmatic, revealing only pieces of yourself when asked, keeping much of your life private. Even when Satoru confessed his feelings, he wasnât entirely sure how you felt. You accepted his proposal, but he couldnât shake the lingering suspicion that you might have done so out of obligation or to avoid being entangled with the Zenâin clanâa fate worse than anything he could imagine for you.
There were nights when he would lie awake, staring at the ceiling of your shared room, trying to figure out how to navigate this new reality. He loved youâhe knew that much. But he was terrified that maybe, just maybe, you didnât feel the same. Maybe you had simply chosen the lesser of two evils, and he was the one left trying to make sense of it all.
Satoru wasnât used to feeling insecure. He was used to being in control, always confident in his abilities and decisions. But with you, everything was different. You were his equal in so many waysâstrong, intelligent, capableâbut you were also someone he couldnât quite read, someone who could keep secrets even from him.
One evening, as you both sat in the quiet of your home, Satoru couldnât keep it in any longer. You were sipping tea, looking as serene as ever, while he fidgeted with his hands, uncharacteristically restless.
âCan I ask you something?â he began, his voice quieter than usual.
You looked up at him, sensing the shift in his tone. âOf course.â
He hesitated, unsure of how to phrase what he wanted to ask. âWhen we got married⌠Did you⌠I mean, did you want to?â
You raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the question. âWhat do you mean?â
He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âI justâsometimes I wonder if you did it because you really wanted to or because it was⌠the better option. Better than being forced into something with the Zen'in clan.â
You set your tea down, regarding him carefully. For a moment, the room was silent, the weight of his question hanging in the air. Then, you reached out, taking his hand in yours.
âSatoruâŚ..â you began, your voice steady, âI wonât lie to you. I didnât have the kind of love story that most people dream of. My life was never about fairy tales or perfect endings. And yes, part of me did see our marriage as a way to avoid a fate I didnât want.â You squeezed his hand, your gaze never leaving his. âBut thatâs not the only reason I said yes.â
His breath caught as he listened, his eyes searching yours for any sign of insincerity. âThen what made you say yes, to me being your husband?â
âI said yes because I trust you.â you continued, your voice soft but firm. âI trust you in ways Iâve never trusted anyone before. And⌠I wanted to see where that could lead. I may not have been in love with you when we first got married, but I knew there was potential for something real between us. Something worth exploring.â
Satoruâs heart swelled at your words, but there was still a part of him that needed to know more. âAnd now?â he asked quietly. âHow do you feel now?â
You smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached your eyes. âNow? I donât regret it for a second. Youâve become someone I care about deeply, someone I respect and⌠yes, someone I can trulyâŚ.deeply love.â
The relief that washed over Satoru was almost overwhelming. He hadnât realized just how much he had to hear those words until you spoke them. He knew that maybe you felt them, maybe you shared his feelings, his understanding. But to hear them? Thatâs a whole different thing. He let out a breath he hadnât realized he was holding, his usual confidence beginning to return.
âGoodâŚ.good.â he murmured, pulling you into his arms, holding you close. âBecause I really, really care deeply for you, and maybe one dayâŚ..I wasnât sure what Iâd do if you didnât feel the same.â
You chuckled softly, resting your head against his chest. âI guess weâre both learning how to navigate this together, arenât we?â
âYeah.â he agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âBut I think weâll figure it out. After all, weâre together. We can handle anything.â
And in that moment, with you in his arms, Satoru knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, he was ready to face them. Because he wasnât aloneâhe had you, and that was more than enough.
epilogue
March 2015
It was one of those rare, peaceful afternoons when everything seemed to align perfectly. The sun was shining, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the Gojo household was uncharacteristically quiet. Well, almost quiet.Â
Satoru Gojo, the ever-proud husband and now father, was lounging on the couch with a smirk that could light up a room. In front of him stood Megumi and Tsumiki, both of them sporting expressions of mild confusion and curiosity.
Satoru had been waiting for this momentâwhen the kids would finally ask about the somewhat mysterious nature of his marriage to you. And now, with Satoshiâa tiny bundle of energy strapped to Satoruâs chest in a baby carrierâhe was more than ready to provide an answer.
âSo, how did you and Genâsan end up married?â Tsumiki asked, her tone innocent but her eyes sharp, clearly expecting an interesting story.
Megumi, ever the skeptic, folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. âYeah, it doesnât really make sense. Youâre you⌠and theyâre⌠well, them.â
Satoru grinned, patting Satoshiâs back gently as the baby cooed happily in the carrier. âWhy, thatâs easy! Itâs because they love me!âÂ
The room went silent for a moment as Megumi and Tsumiki processed Satoruâs answer. The stillness hung in the air, almost as if time itself had paused. Then, Megumi rolled his eyes in that exasperated way he often did, clearly unimpressed by whatever explanation Satoru had given this time. Tsumiki, on the other hand, couldnât help but giggle, her laughter light and infectious, breaking the tension with ease.
Little Satoshi, cradled comfortably against Satoruâs chest, joined in with his own soft laughter, the sound a mix of pure joy and innocence. His tiny hands clutched at Satoruâs shirt, his laughter causing his small body to wiggle slightly in his fatherâs arms.
Satoru blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the chorus of reactions around him. For a brief second, he looked almost confused, as if he hadnât quite expected that response. But then, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, softening his usual cocky expression. In that moment, surrounded by the ones he loved, Satoru felt a warmth in his chest that made everything else seem distant and unimportant.
âThat canât be the whole story.â Megumi muttered, clearly unimpressed with Satoruâs self-satisfied grin. âI wonât believe Genâsan falling in love with you like that.â
Tsumiki leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. âCome on, Satoruâsan, there has to be more to it than that.â
Satoru chuckled, his trademark grin still plastered on his face. âWell, if you must know, it all started with my irresistible charm. I mean, who wouldnât fall in love with this face?â He pointed to himself, looking ridiculously smug.
Satoshi, catching on to his fatherâs infectious good mood, giggled and clapped his tiny hands, making the whole scenSatoshi, catching on to his fatherâs infectious good mood, giggled and clapped his tiny hands with pure delight. The sound of his laughter, so innocent and full of life, echoed through the room, adding to the already absurd scene. His bright eyes sparkled as he looked up at Satoru, clearly enjoying the attention and the light-hearted atmosphere.
Satoruâs smile grew wider as he watched his son, the absurdity of the moment not lost on him. The combination of Megumiâs eye roll, Tsumikiâs giggles, and Satoshiâs adorable antics made the whole situation feel almost surrealâlike a snapshot of a life he had never imagined for himself, yet couldnât imagine living without now.e even more absurd. Life was great, he thinks. No matter what happened before.
Megumi groaned, rubbing his temples as if dealing with Satoru was giving him a headache. âYouâre impossible.â
âThank you!â Satoru responded cheerfully, clearly missingâor ignoringâthe point.
Tsumiki, always the more patient of the two, tried again. âBut really, what made you two decide to get married? Was it some big romantic gesture?â
Satoru paused, his grin softening as he thought back to the moments leading up to your marriage. âIt wasnât really like that,âmiki.â he said, his tone more genuine now. âIt was more⌠complicated. But in the end, we realized we wanted to be together. And so we made it happen.â
Megumi and Tsumiki exchanged a look, sensing there was more to the story than Satoru was letting on. That doesnât seem to be how you told the story. You were more straightforward than your husband, but Satoru got the complicated right. Nothing about the story was ever simple. But now that you are here, nearly five years later. What is complicated to a whole lifetime of happiness?
âAnd then they fell head over heels in love with me!â Satoru added quickly, not wanting to lose the lightheartedness of the moment. âThen bam! You guys came into our lives and made more love grow! Like kabam!â
Tsumiki laughed again, shaking her head. âYouâre such a goof, Satoru-san.â
âMaybe I am, âmiki!â Satoru replied, his grin returning full force. âBut Iâm their goof, and thatâs all that matters.â
Megumi sighed but couldnât help the small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. âI guess if they can put up with you, that says something.â
Satoru beamed, clearly taking that as a compliment. âExactly! Now, who wants ice cream? Satoshi here has a craving.â
As if on cue, Satoshi babbled happily, his tiny hands reaching up toward Satoruâs face, his little fingers grasping at the air as he tried to touch his father. Satoru leaned down slightly, letting Satoshiâs hands brush against his cheeks, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at the childâs excitement.
Tsumiki giggled at the sight, her amusement evident. âI think thatâs just you, Satoru-san,â she teased, her tone playful.
Satoru shrugged, completely unbothered by the light jab. âWell, Satoshi is my son,â he declared with a grin, gently nuzzling his cheek against Satoshiâs tiny hand. âMy little dawn, my copycat! Heâs bound to inherit my great taste in sweets!âÂ
His words were met with another round of giggles from Tsumiki, while Satoshi, as if understanding his fatherâs pride, continued to babble cheerfully, his joy infectious and filling the room with warmth. You finally came around the corner, fully dressed to go out for the day. You grinned at everyone.
âMy love! Woah, you look dashingly extraordinarily fantasticallyââ
âSatoru.â You giggled, looking into his deep cerulean eyes. Full of love, full of wonderâ for you. âYour compliments donât have to be that long, baby.â
âHuh!? But how will the world know how much I love my beloved?â
You smiled, walking over to him. You placed a kiss on Satoshiâs massive cheeks, eliciting him to laugh. Then you looked at your husband and leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He smiled against your lips, enjoying the touch of your lips against his own. When you parted lips, he looked dazed with love for you.
âNew lip gloss?â He asked you, grinning. âItâs more fruity than before.â
âDo you love it?â
He grinned harder. âI do!â
âUgh, married people.â Megumi gagged, looking at the two of you.Â
Tsumiki swooned with a smile on her face. âAh, married people.â
With that, the conversation shifted to plans for an impromptu ice cream outing, and any lingering questions about your marriage to Satoru were put on holdâat least for now. Sweets came first in your family. But as they all headed out the door, there was a sense of contentment in the air, a feeling that whatever the story behind your marriage was, it was something that had brought everyone closer together. And that, in the end, was all that really mattered.
As the four of you headed out to the nearest ice cream shop, the lively chatter filled the air. Satoru, as usual, was at the center of attention, effortlessly juggling his roles as the strongest sorcerer, doting father, and husband with a charm that was uniquely his.
Satoshi, snug in his baby carrier, was babbling away, occasionally pulling at Satoruâs white hair, fascinated by its softness. Tsumiki walked beside them, laughing at Satoshiâs antics, while Megumi trailed slightly behind, trying to mask his amusement with an air of indifference.
Once you reached the shop, Satoru wasted no time in ordering a variety of flavorsâfar more than anyone could reasonably eat. He carried the overflowing tray of cones and cups to a table outside, grinning as he set it down.
âAlright, everyone, dig in!â he announced, looking far too pleased with himself.
Tsumiki eagerly grabbed a rainbow sprinkle cone, and even Megumi couldnât resist picking out his favorite flavor, chocolate chip. You grabbed pistachio and your husband Satoru took a seat, carefully adjusting Satoshi in his carrier before picking up his own ice cream. He looked around at his little makeshift family, his heart swelling with a mix of pride and contentment.
As they enjoyed their treat, Tsumikiâs curiosity got the better of her again. âSatoruâsan, do you think Satoshi will grow up to be like you?â
Satoru smirked, scooping up a generous amount of ice cream. âWell, heâs got the looks for it, thatâs for sure,â he said, tapping Satoshiâs nose with a finger. âBut as for the rest, who knows? Heâs got plenty of time to figure out what kind of person he wants to be.â
Megumi, ever the realist, chimed in. âLetâs hope he doesnât inherit your ego.â
Tsumiki tried to stifle her giggle while Satoru feigned offense, dramatically clutching his chest. âMy ego? I prefer to think of it as confidence. And besides, who wouldnât want to be like me? Iâm the complete package!â
âBecause they love me!â Tsumiki teased, echoing Satoruâs earlier statement with a playful grin.
Satoruâs eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned back in his chair. âExactly! See, Tsumiki gets it.â
You smiled, shaking your head. âYou are too much, Satoru.â
âBut you love me, donât you?â
âFortunately, yes. I do.â
Megumi shook his head, but there was a faint smile on his lips. Despite the banter, it was clear to him how much Satoru cared for you and the life youâd built together. Satoru might joke around, but there was no denying the depth of his feelings, especially when it came to you and Satoshi.
After a while, the conversation turned to other topicsâschool, upcoming missions, and plans for the weekend. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the scene. As they sat there, laughing and talking, it was easy to forget the pressures of their world, if only for a little while.
Finally, when all the ice cream was gone and Satoshi was starting to get sleepy, they decided to head back home. Satoru, now carrying a drowsy Satoshi in his arms, led the way, still chatting animatedly with Tsumiki and Megumi as they walked. Your shopping bags filled one hand and the other, a matcha drink you so adored.
As they neared your home, Megumi suddenly asked, âSo, do you think you guys will want more kids?â
You choked on your drink. You coughed. Megumi looked panicked at your state. You havenât really thought about more kids. Having Megumi, Tsumiki and Satoshi felt more than enough. Tsumiki handed you a wet wipe, worry evident on her face. She took the matcha drink so you could clean yourself.
âYou alright, my love?â Satoru asked, fear in his face. âMegumi, get water!â
Megumi nodded as he rushed off. You cleaned your face from the matcha.âIâmâŚIâm fine. Donât worry. Just surprised, that's all.â
Megumi finally came back and handed you water. You smiled at him and drank the water slowly. You thanked the boy, patting his head with your free hand. Satoru took a breath of relief and paused, glancing down at the now peacefully sleeping Satoshi, his expression softening.Â
âWe donât know yet, about more kids. We havenât thought about it yet.â he said thoughtfully. âIf thatâs something we both want, then why not? After all, I think we make a pretty good team.â
Tsumiki smiled, nudging Megumi. âI think it would be nice if Satoshi had a little brother or sister to play with.â
Megumi, trying to maintain his usual indifferent facade, just shrugged. âAs long as Satoruâsan doesnât try to turn them all into mini versions of himself.â
You smiled. âAnother version of me would be a change, donât you think?â
âSatoruâsan would spoil them!â Tsumiki grinned. âI would too!â
Satoru chuckled, shaking his head. âHey, I wouldnât dream of them being like me. I donât want them to be. Everyoneâs got to find their own path, right? I just want them to be happy and strong enough to protect whatâs important to them.â
He looks at you and grins. âBut another version of you I could hold dear and treasure? I would be the happiest man.â
âSimp.â Megumi snickered as you put down the shopping bags.Â
As they reached the door, Satoru turned to face them, his grin returning. âAnd what about it? Iâm proud of being a loving husband!â
âWhat Satoru said, that includes you two as well.â You smiled at Megumi and Tsumiki. âYouâre all part of this family now, whether you like it or not. Okay?â
Megumi rolled his eyes, but the small smile on his face gave him away. âYeah, yeah. Just donât go getting any more ideas.â
Tsumiki giggled, and Satoru opened the door, ushering them all inside. âNo promises!â
The door closed behind them, shutting out the world as the Gojo household settled in for another evening. And as Satoru laid Satoshi down in his crib, watching the tiny baby sleep, he couldnât help but feel that life, with all its chaos and surprises, had turned out pretty damn good. And he wouldnât change a thing.
He smiled to himself, knowing that whatever the future held, he was ready to face it with you, Satoshi, and the rest of the family by his side. Because in the end, it wasnât just about being the strongestâit was about being loved, and loving in return. And that was something even Satoru Gojo knew he couldnât do alone.
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i donât know if u do request or not. but if you do could u wrote a dad!maxverstappen oneshot where mom!readerâs 4-6 ur old daughter doesnât want to take a shower, so she interrupts maxâs stream. i got this idea for that one stream a few days ago and i canât get it out of my head. please and thank youđ¤
Bath Time âMV1
Pairing: Dad!Maxverstappen x mom!reader
Warnings: none
It was a sunny afternoon and Max was enjoying a rare moment of downtime. He decided to start his Twitch stream, giving his fans an insight into his life off the court. While Max chatted with his audience while playing f1 '23, his girlfriend Y/N was facing a small but important domestic challenge.
Her 4-year-old daughter, Olivia, was in the middle of a heated confrontation with her mother. The battlefield? The bathroom. Olivia steadfastly refused to take a shower, asserting her independence with all the determination a toddler could muster.
In the Verstappen house, Y/N took charge of parenting duties and was not one to back down easily. As she tried to convince Liv to go to the bathroom, the girl's cries grew louder and echoed through the hallways of the large house.
Max, sitting in his gaming chair with headphones on, was mid-sentence, talking about his recent run when he heard the commotion. He frowned and removed an earpiece to capture the growing drama outside the room.
Y/N, with a mix of frustration and patience, shouted, "Via, it's time to shower, honey. Let's go now."
But Olivia wanted nothing to do with that. She broke free of Y/N's grip and her little feet scampered across the polished floor. Bursting into Max's gaming room, she threw herself onto his lap, tears streaming down her face.
"Daddy, I don't wanna take a shower! Tell Mommy I wanna stay with you!" Olivia's words tumbled out between sobs.
Max, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, looked at the camera with a bewildered expression. He chuckled as he realized his Twitch audience was witnessing a moment of fatherhood live.
"Uh, guys, it seems we have a little situation here," Max said, his eyes meeting the camera with a grin.
Following her, Y/N entered the room with an exasperated sigh. "Max, please. I need your help. Liv, it's just a quick shower, and then you can come back and hang out with dad, okay?"
Olivia, however, clung to Max and her screams turned to sobs. Max, always the good sport, put his arms around her, rubbing her back, trying to calm her little girl down, trying to stifle his laughter.
But since the door was still open, the cats ran into the room and climbed onto a small couch Max had somewhere in the room, starting to fight, causing more commotion to the whole thing.
Max was trying to calm his daughter when his words were interrupted by the loud sound of his country's national anthem, realizing that he was still live, and only managed to cover his face with both hands while his daughter continued crying, clinging to his neck and his girlfriend was trying to stop the cats from causing more damage.
Y/N couldn't help but laugh when she saw the scene that was unfolding. Everything had gotten out of control. Once she got the cats out of the room she couldn't help but smile as she saw the scene in front of her. Max, was now a comforting refuge for her daughter from the dreaded shower. The Twitch chat erupted with a mix of emojis and comments, turning the unexpected family moment into an endearing moment for Max's fans.
And so, with a little coaxing and a lot of laughing, Olivia finally agreed to take a shower, safe in the knowledge that more playtime with Dad awaited her afterwards. As Y/N led Via away, Max couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, realizing that even in the world of fast cars and competitive racing, family moments took center stage.
there you go loveđđ¤ hope you like it
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Baby fever drabble. Again. But u canât murder me so.
It wasnât like you and Price were necessarily close. You lived in fairly shitty part of the city, giving you insight on some shady thingsâthat you usually refused to share. Even more things since you worked at a bar. You were just his little eye and ear, only giving him details of a certain person if it was dire. You werenât close either, just his little bartender that Laswell had introduced him to.
But your boyfriend was extremely shitty. Normally, if it was any other man, you wouldâve knocked his head two ways to Sunday, but he paid the bills and you didnât have the money to move out
That was until he knocked you up, then threw you out, claiming it wasnât his.
Now youâre staying with John, because Laswell forced you. But she canât force you to take his hand to help you up, or eat the ice cream he bought for you, or to not swat him away when he tried to hold your hair up while you have morning sickness.
And it worked for quite awhile. You werenât close, you were his feral cat that he kept in his house, staying six feet away at all times⌠until about midway through your second trimester.
It had been going great, it really had! You had managed to keep him away, even if you were exhausted, and the morning sickness still sucked, and your back started to hurt.
It was late, much later than what most people stayed up at. You werenât sure why you were even up, but your skin was crawlingâand it was not from the baby crawling around in there. It was lonely and empty and cold, even with the thick blanket on top of you. The front door racked open, spitting out a John Price in his civilian attire, who had been doing not so civilian stuff.
âWhat you doing up, luv?â I inquired, scratching his beard. You should bite at him for calling you âluvââyou werenât his love.
But it was just tears that came, sobs that had been building for what felt like years. You were expecting him to scoff and roll his eyes, tell you it was just the hormones.
Instead, it became big arms wrapping around you on the couch, pulling you into him. Gentle coos of âoh, Itâs been so much for youâ and âItâs alright, sweetheart, I can take care of you and the little one.â
Itâs so much warmer now, and you end up falling asleep in his arms, waking up in them too, because âyou were just shivering, I couldnât get up and leave you.â
And thatâs how everyday was. Everytime heâd come back from wherever he was, youâd slot yourself in his arms, craving whatever warmth he provided, the skin-to-skin you needed so badly. As you got bigger, he had no problem rubbing your back and feet and legs, buying whatever you need, letting you ramble about baby names and let you cry about how scared you were. Oh, that was just darling when youâd get all misty-eyed over your baby kicking.
It especially tugged at his heart strings when you had looked over at him, all worried and wide-eyes during an ultrasound when the nurse pointed out that the baby was crying. You had confided in him later about how you were worried they were crying and you didnât know if they were. He could thank those hormones every day of the week.
You didnât even question it whenever he started building a nursery, taking leave during the later weeks to help you out even more.
While you were sound asleep after the birth, worn out and tired, he held his baby girl, wrapped in a cute blanket you had picked out, and thanked Laswell for directing you. The womenâs shelter wouldnât have been big enough for you two, and why would you work? You had been building his baby for months. You deserved a nice rest.
He had always been in it for the long game.
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idea!!!
the cast/crew meeting spencerâs partner for the first time everyone thinks she isnât real and all that
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pairing: spencer agnew x f!reader
a/n: anon i love this concept SO MUCH!!! also i tried a 3rd person instead of 2nd person perspective for this fic so there is a bunch of use of y/n,,lmk what u think!! also sorry for the slow posting recently iâm almost done w my exams so hopefully more content otw!! thank you all so much for ur support, it means the world đŤśđŤś
requests are open <33
spencer had been working at smosh for a few years now, and he had always been the quiet one in the corner, headphones on, immersed in an edit or a video game. everyone knew he was brilliant, but they never saw much of him outside of work. that changed the day he mentioned his girlfriend, y/n.
âwait, spencer, you have a girlfriend?â shayne, his closest colleague, said with a mix of surprise and skepticism.
âdonât sound so surprised! but yeah, sheâs amazing,â he replied, a shy smile on his face. âsheâs actually cooking dinner tonight. you guys should come over!â
the disbelief was palpable. everyone in the office exchanged glances, clearly doubting spencerâs story. but out of curiosity and the lure of a home-cooked meal, they accepted the invitation.
that evening, spencerâs apartment was a flurry of activity. y/n, a stunning woman with bright eyes and a warm smile, was bustling around the kitchen. she wore a casual dress and an plaid apron, her hair tied back in a high ponytail.
as the doorbell rang, spencer went to answer it, his nerves fluttering. He opened the door to shayne, courtney, amanda, and a couple of others from work.
âwelcome welcome, come in!â he said, stepping aside. his friends walked in, their eyes widening at the sight of y/n.
âhi there! Iâm y/n. dinner will be ready soon,â she greeted them, her voice cheerful and inviting. her smile was genuine, putting everyone at ease immediately.
âOH MY GOD,â angela shouted âspencer can bring her home sheâs so pretty!â
amanda smacked her shoulder as they walked in, giving y/n an apologetic look. all she could do was smile in flattery.
as they settled into the living room, everyone couldnât help but admire the cozy space filled with gaming consoles, posters of classic video games, and shelves lined with sci-fi novels and collectibles, which trevor and alex were studying in great detail whilst they were waiting for their food.
âwow, he really does have a girlfriend,â courtney whispered to shayne, who nodded, equally astonished.
when dinner was finally served, y/nâs culinary skills shone. the table was laden with a variety of dishes, each one smelling more delicious than the last. they all sat down, and as they started eating, the conversation flowed easily.
âso, spencer tells me youâre all big fans of gaming,â y/n said, looking around the table with a twinkle in her eye. âwhatâs everyoneâs favorite game?â
and just like that, the ice was broken. they spent the evening discussing their favorite games, from childhood ones to the latest releases. to everyoneâs surprise, y/n not only kept up, but shared detailed insights and strategies, revealing her deep knowledge and passion for gaming.
âyouâre really into this stuff too?â ian asked, clearly impressed.
y/n laughed. âoh, absolutely. spence and i met at a gaming convention. he saw me playing qbert and he came up to me, and we bonded over our love for retro games.â
as the night went on, it became clear that y/n wasnât just beautiful and kind, but also just as nerdy and passionate about gaming as spencer. she fit perfectly into his world, and he into hers.
by the end of the evening, any doubts about spencerâs relationship were completely dispelled. as his coworkers left, each one thanked y/n for the amazing dinner and the great company.
âthanks for having us, spencer. and y/n, youâre an angel! we should do this again,â anthony said, clapping spencer on the back.
spencer smiled, his shyness melting away. âyeah, we should. thanks for coming, guys.â
as the door closed behind them, spencer turned to y/n, who was busy cleaning up.
âthank you for tonight,â he said softly. âyou were amazing.â
y/n smiled, reaching up to kiss his cheek. âanytime, lovebug. i love surprising people.â
and surprise them, she had. everyone at smosh wouldnât stop talking about her. the slack messages were filled with praise for her cooking, and they realized that their shy, nerdy pal had found someone truly special.
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Hello! I just wanted to say I stumbled across one of your posts and ended up looking through the trans tag in your blog for a while and idk it felt so so nice to see a middle aged trans guy just living life and being there for others who are at earlier points of their own trans related journeys, and I hope I can look as awesome as you and be as comfortable in my own skin and style and everything when I'm older.
I guess I also wanted to ask if you had any insight or advice about a couple things, if you're willing to share.. First thing is, did you ever struggle with passing but looking much younger than your age and that somewhat affecting your perception of yourself? I'm 28 and I started T 11 months ago (though at a pretty low dose because I wanted slow changes) and my face just recently started visibly shifting to a more masculine contour and I love it, but I still don't really look like a 28 year old guy.
I've always passed easily even before T but people think I'm like 18-21 max. Things were fine while I was in college (I came out at 19 so for a while my face just felt fitting enough and didn't make me feel either dysphoric or in a weird age limbo) but every year it feels more frustrating and makes me feel sort of alienated from myself including in mental ways, like I'm just a little kid who can't grow up. Like I'll never look like a "real guy" even though I can be stealth because I look like a weird teen and not like a grown up man. It's especially bad when I look at my amab younger siblings who are now also adults and see how I "should have looked" in some other life if I was cis. I guess maybe that's just another manifestation of dysphoria that I didn't have to deal with before? Did you ever experience something like that? And if yes did it get better after some years on T or how did you deal with it?
The other thing is just.. internalized transphobia. It's one thing to know things in a logical or intellectual sense but it's so hard to really feel and believe it sometimes and let go of all the awful transphobic stuff my family said to me during the first years of me being out. I just kept going anyway because I needed to be true to myself and my family basically bullying me wasn't gonna just magically change how I felt about my gender, but what it did do is put my already low confidence and self esteem (in this context regarding my gender) down on the floor. And sometimes I still just think and worry "what if they were right and I was wrong and I'll never be real and valid because of x y z", "what if I'm just delusional", "what if I'm a ridiculous freak". I know, in a way, that no I'm not. I'm just a trans person and they're just transphobes. But feelings like that just get to me sometimes and I don't really know what to do about them even nearly 10 years after coming out. Does that get better at some point? Just like you kinda stop giving a shit what people think about you in general as you get older? But how can you change those internalized views affecting what you think of yourself?
Bit nervous about asking this stuff tbh, so sorry it was so long also sorry if I worded any of it in a not so great way.
I will say though, that seeing older trans people like you does help a little bit. Just makes it feel like "hell yeah I wanna be like him when I grow up". So thank you for showing me that today ;u; (and also for inspiring me to put a little more thought and effort into my styling and fashion choices haha)
Heya, Anon! Let's see what I can cover here:
Looking young.
Oh my god, yes. I was getting carded to buy superglue and spray paint well into my late 30s (I started T at 33). When my partner first asked me out for a date, they were worried I wasn't old enough to drink yet (I was 36).
This is me 1 year on T, age 34.


Years 6 & 7 (ages 39 and 40), is when I feel I started looking older.


I feel like it's only been recently, 14 years in at 47, that I look in my 40s, and a "mature" adult. My beard finally getting full helped, as did my receding hairline. And I feel like my skin texture has toughened up enough, to where wrinkles show more.


That said, yes, it is tough and annoying to deal with. Even when people tell me I look like a particular cis man (where I actually see the resemblance, lol), when I look at us side-by-side, I feel like I'm just a pale shadow of him. I feel jealous and dysphoric, even while I'm flattered by the comparison. I wonder what I "should" look like, and it feels like something has been stolen from me. Its a roller coaster of emotions.
That feeling never really goes away, but you need to afford yourself some grace. You're going to be your own worst critic, and I guarantee you that, of many cis men you grew up with, you can probably still see the kid in them. So of course, you're going to see the kid in yourself.
But, you also just need to let time run its course. HRT is a marathon, and a lot of changes don't really settle for about 5 or 6 years.
I hate to say "enjoy it while you can" because I sure as hell bristled at being mistaken for a teenager or barely 20 when I was in my 30s. But do enjoy what you can of it. Because once you hit middle age, you're going to start dealing with a strange intersection of dysphoria and aging that I myself am still trying to navigate.
One other way I help myself get over negative feelings is to think of how differently my life would have been if I were cis. I honestly worry I would have been a worse person; even though being trans creates a lot of obstacles in my life, I feel like it's been a net gain: being able to know myself so well and help others learn about themselves.
Internalized transphobia
This got better for me with age. My epiphany was that, even over a decade into my transition, I was still softening myself for the benefit of friends and family. I was still using my gender-neutral birthname (I only recently changed it). I would call myself a "person", "guy", or "dude", instead of a "man". I dressed on the young and casual side, eschewing full-on masculine outfits like proper suits with ties.
I only recently pulled myself out of this. It still is a habit-in-progress to refer to myself as a man, even though I have always felt like one. And I've started to dress more vintage, not just because of hyper fixations, but because it's a way to lean into a presentation that is unequivocally, "this is a middle-aged man". And it's done a lot of good for my mental health.
What I'd suggest is to see if you are holding yourself back in any way wrt your gender presentation or how you talk/think about yourself. Give yourself full permission to acknowledge that you are a man, full stop. You're a young man, sure. But still a man, and a full-ass adult at that.
I hope some of this helps. Transition gives us a unique toolset for examining who we are and how we want to move through the world, and that work certainly doesn't end after finally getting on HRT. <3
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Hi, I'm obsessed with the way you write your stories and I'd like to ask for a request, it's the first time I've done one but I love your stories. I'd like to ask you for one about basement gee x reader (the plot doesn't matter) but I'd like something smut (of course one where both are of legal age) but I'd like to see gerard as someone who is geeky and is in love (somewhat sickly) with the reader
I'm sorry if it's weird, and also English is not my first language so I'm sorry if the wording of the message is bad.
Iâm Awkward, Not Dangerous!
Basement!Gerard Way x Reader
-> Masterlist
Hi!!! Omg, I'm glad you like my fics <3 !!! And also thanks for requesting!! I really loved the idea!! Well, I tried to make his nerdy side very visible, mainly by making him very weird in terms of social relationships and some geek references along in the story. Ngl, I had to write this one like three times, 'cause was never good enought, but I think it's nice now lol. I hope you like it! (If it turned out too different from what you imagined, let me know and I'll try to fix it :) )
(If u have some suggestion, idea, or request, just drop it! )
Summary: It suppoused to be another day, but things turned a different when Gerard invite you to watch a movie in his basement, let's just say he REALLY likes you, and you discovered this in the creepy way possible. (I'm terrible at writing summaries)
- Word Count: 3.000
- Warnings: afab SMUT, awkward gerard.
- Ps: I'll not use y/nâŚ
- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.
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1st Person POV
School sucks, our senior year was supposed to be a little funnier, right? Unfortunately, that's not what's happening, but it's infinitely better when they're with me.
Sometimes we spent entire periods outside the classroom, just chatting about anything and listening to our favorite bands, while we smoke behind the bleachers.
This was another one of those afternoons, where one less math lesson didn't make any difference, and it seemed much more interesting to hear Frank make jokes about someone's clothes. Followed by Mikey update us on the latest gigs in town, or Ray making insightful comments on every topic that comes up.
Sometimes, Gerard talks about the backstories of the heroes he created, so we spend hours thinking of outfits and some scenes that might be cool. Is really cute when he gets all excited talking about things he likes.
After a while, the conversation starts to wind down. Frank is scrolling through his phone, muttering something about needing to practice with his band. Mikey checks the time and mentions that his work shift was going to start. Ray says he has to study for some test he has tomorrow, and heads out first, leaving the rest of us behind with a lazy wave.
- Guess thatâs it for me, folks. - Frank said, getting up - if I miss one more essay they'll look for another guitarist.
- I think I'll go too - Mikey stubbed out his cigarette and picked up his backpack, making his way to the video store - but I'll probably be home by 9pm⌠maybe later if Pete and I go drink something after the shift.
Within minutes, itâs just Gerard and I.
Heâs sitting a little awkwardly, tucking strands of hair behind the ear, like heâs waiting for the right moment to say something. Itâs sweet how shy he gets sometimes, especially when the others arenât around to drown out the silence. Thereâs always something a little different about him when itâs just the two of us.
- So, uhâŚ- He cleared his throat. - Do you... wanna come over? I was gonna watch that new horror movie I told you about. The really bad one with the cheesy practical effectsâŚ
His voice was low, and he blinked with his beautiful hazel eyes, pleading. After a few seconds, he gave a shy, hopeful smile.
- I mean, only if youâre not busy or anythingâŚ
- Nope, Iâm totally free. - I smiled at him, excited to watch the movie with him.
The walk to Gerardâs house is filled with easy conversation. He talks about the movie, rambling about the directorâs other films, his company was really nice, actually. Every now and then, my shoulder brushes his, and I swear I catch him glancing at me from the corner of his eye. Wasnât something bothering, but itâs kinda⌠weird?
When we finally reach Gerardâs place, he fumbled with his keys at the front door, a little too eager.
- My parents arenât home⌠- He said, being a bit surprised - Well, I'm gonna fix the things in my room in the basement⌠Can you wait a minute?
he scratched the back of his neck, apparently nervous, so I let out a smile in an attempt to comfort him. I understand that since we hadn't arranged it beforehand, he didn't have time to prepare or anything.
- Sure!
- Iâll be right back - Gerard rushed to his basement, and I stayed in the living room of Wayâs house.
Looking around, I saw family pictures, some paints on the wall, books, a pretty carpet⌠It was a pretty house. Wasnât long before Gerard returned from the basement, nodding and beckoning me to follow.
Wasnât the first time I went to his basement, but I was never alone with him.
Itâs cluttered but cozy, just like the other times: comics spread out on his bed, action figures on shelves, and posters of old movies plastered along the walls. His bed was covered with a batman sheet, and he gestures toward it with an awkward smile.
- Make yourself comfortable. - Again, he rushed away, going to the kitchen - Iâll grab drinks.
I sat down, noticing the little details scattered everywhere. He even has a stack of DVDs, just waiting to be watched. Itâs easy to see how much of himself Gerard has poured into this space, and somehow, that makes it feel intimate.
He came back with two cans of soda, handing me one as he flops onto the bed beside me. His knee bumped into mine, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he pressed play on the remote, the movie starting with a dramatic, over-the-top horror intro.
As the lights dim and the movie flickers to life, I notice Gerard sneaking a glance my way. Itâs quick, like heâs checking to see if Iâm still there or if Iâve evaporated into thin air. He shifted in his seat, awkwardly pulling his hoodie sleeves over his hands.
I tried to focus on the screen, I really do, but out of nowhere, his hand brushes against mine. It was kind of an accidental touch, my heart raced, but I didnât move it.
After some seconds of just the sound of the movie filling the room, Gerard cleaned his throat and took a deep breath, like he was trying to take courage to say something.
- Yâknow⌠- I turned my attention to him - Iâve been wanting to do this for a while.
I Glance at him, and heâs looking at the TV like heâs afraid it might explode if he makes eye contact with me.
- Do what? - I asked, trying not to sound as jittery as I feel.
- Uh... spend time with just you. - He scratched the back of his neck, and his gaze moved from the tv to me.
I didnât know what to say, so I defaulted to my nervous habit, fiddling with my bracelet, twisting it around my wrist like it holds the answer to every awkward situation. Gerard noticed, of course, because apparently, he has a PhD in Me Studies.
- You donât have to be nervous, sugar.
âSugarâ? He never called me that way before. But he kept talking, like it wasnât a big deal. I did not protest, I actually kinda liked it.
- You always mess with that bracelet when youâre nervous. - He said like it was something obvious - Itâs... kinda cute.
I shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, only to realize: Gerard isnât watching the movie. Heâs watching me. And heâs terrible at being subtle about it.
Before I can process whatâs happening, he slips his hand into mine, like a middle-schooler figuring out how to hold hands for the first time. His palm is warm, a little sweaty, okay, a lot of sweat, but weirdly... I didnât mind.
It wasn't as if I didn't like him, maybe I really liked him too, I'd just never thought about it before. Back to the movie, my mind was filled with a million other things to think about, so I couldn't even focus on looking at the screen. My gaze traveled around the room, but something caught my eye: a small, familiar notebook lying half-tucked beneath a pile of DVDs on the coffee table really close to his bed.
The same notebook Gerard always carries with him at school, the one heâs always scribbling in during lunch or between classes. I couldnât help myself to take advantage of Gerard's distraction, and I flipped it open.Â
My eyes went wide and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what was inside that notebook. Pages and pages of photos of me. Some printed, others cut out from old Polaroids. All of them are candid shots, taken without my knowledge. Thereâs one of me smoking behind the bleachers, another of me laughing with Mikey, and several from school, walking to class, sitting at my desk, leaning against my locker.
Each one is accompanied by small, scribbled notes in Gerardâs messy handwriting. Things like âShe looks so pretty here.â or âI wish this was just the two of us.â ⌠Along with sketches of portraits, pieces of comics that meant something in our ârelationshipâ. There were sketches of us together, drawn in different comic styles, one of us as Jedi, another as superheroes, and even one as cartoon vampires, all accompanied by little speech bubbles with inside jokes.
Every page flipped, I got even more shocked about the large amount of content he has there. Things from years ago, and the last things were from the last days.
- Hey... What are you looking at? - His voice is soft, but thereâs an edge to it now, a note of panic creeping in.
I glance up to see Gerard frozen in place, his hazel eyes wide with fear as he notices the notebook in your hands.
- W-where did youâŚ? - He mumbled, turning bright red, embarrassed - Uh... I can explain! Wait, no, I mean- don't freak out... Itâs... okay, it looks bad, but itâs not that bad.
He let go from my hand and got up, rubbing his hands together nervously. he began to pant, and his countenance indicated that he was desperately looking for an excuse.
- Well, it is exactly what it looks like! - I yell, turning back to the notebook, still shocked, analyzing every page.
He turned around, rubbing one of his hands over his face in a messy motion. Before long, he began to walk around the room in circles, while his shaky voice continued to speak.
- Oh God, Iâm gonna die. Yep. This is how I die. - he murmured to himself, before facing me again - Just bury me under these comics.
Before i could say anything, he blurts:
- Okay, look⌠itâs not like Iâm a total creep, okay? I-I just... thought you looked cool... like, really cool, and, um - The words rushed out of his mouth, as if he had stopped thinking and was just throwing anything to ease the situation -⌠okay, I might have taken some pictures without asking⌠b-but itâs not like âweirdâ weird! Itâs... more... uh... admiration?
I couldn't hide my look of confusion. At the same time as I wanted to get out of there, I didn't want to. It was obviously strange, but at the same time it was adorable the way he noticed me. The things he wrote in that notebook said so much more than I could have imagined he felt. Not giving me time to think about what to say, he kept going.
- I thought, y'know, maybe if I... cataloged- no, wait, bad word⌠uh, recorded...? - He groans - I swear I sound less creepy in my head.
- Look, I was gonna tell you... - He insists, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. - I mean, not like this, obviously.Â
He catched my confused expression and groans again.
-Ugh, you probably think Iâm a total loser now.
The more he spoke, the less frightening the situation became and the cuter he seemed to me. So I stood up, in a failed attempt to calm him down, but the result was the complete opposite.
- Wait! Please donât go. I-I know this is... a lot. But I promise Iâm not some psycho. - He pauses, then adds, - Like, Iâm awkward, not dangerous!Â
I don't know where that feeling came from. Maybe it's always been there. I wanted to hug him, kiss him and tell him that it was fine, that I knew he wasnât a psycho.Â
 - Okay, okay! I know Iâm weird, but... donât leave me hanging here. Please. I really... like you. - the statement caught me off guard. it's not as if it wasn't obvious, but I wasn't prepared. - Like, more than I ever thought possible.
The way he looks at me, a perfect mix of nervous wreck and hopeful puppy is strangely endearing. Something about his awkward honesty makes it impossible to walk away. So I finally react, letting a grin escape from the corner of my lip.Â
- Youâre such a dork, Gee. - I chuckled, and his eyes opened wide.
- W-wait, does that meanâŚ? - A confused happiness made Gerard freeze and look directly at me.Â
-Yeah. - I approached him, smiling and rolling my eyes - I think I like you too, you idiot.
-Oh my God⌠- his hazel eyes glowed and a huge smile formed in his pink lips - this is like one of those rom-coms where the nerd actually wins?!
I shook my head, laughing at his words. Heâs still red-faced and fumbling, but itâs clear now: heâs just a lovable, geeky mess who adores me in his own awkward way.
- No pressure or anything, but, uh... If we were in a romance movie, this would be the part where the two leads kiss.
I chuckled and my lips reached his. The warm sensation filled my body, the kiss was sloppy and desperate, felt like something he was holding for too long, something he couldnât deal with anymore. His hands held my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He let out a soft moan and pulled back only to whisper:
- This feels like... you know... that scene in Return of the Jedi when-
- Gerard, - I interrupted, laughing. - Less Star Wars and more kissing, please.
- Right, yeah, sorry. - He turned bright red.
Gerard catched my lips again, deeper this time, with a bit more confidence. His hand slid to my waist, thumb brushing lazy circles against my skin, and his tongue explored my mouth, while he laid me down on his bed. His lips trailing down to my neck, scattering kisses that made my whole body buzz.
-You smell amazing. Like... that forest level in that one game. You know, the one whereâŚ
He trailed off, realizing how silly it sounded, but the look on his face was too earnest to be embarrassed.
- You are such a dork. - I laughed again, running my fingers through his messy hair.Â
- Yeah, but Iâm your dork, - he murmured, nuzzling into the crook of my neck, planting soft kisses along my collarbone.
His touch was gentle but hungry, as if each kiss, each brush of his fingers, was an apology for all the moments heâd spent longing for this.Â
When he slid his hands under my shirt, he paused, looking at me with wide, nervous eyes.Â
- Is this... okay? - he asked, shyly. The insecurity in his tone of voice was adorable, no more so than the sparkle in his eyes as he saw me give him a nod, lifting my arms so he could pull the shirt over my head. His gaze lingered on me, admiration glowing in his eyes. - Wow... Youâre so -
- Gerard.-Â I touched his face, guiding him back down for another kiss. - Youâre doing fine.
He smiled, clearly relieved, and kissed me again, this time more eagerly. His hands, still trembling slightly, found their way to the button of my jeans. He fumbled for a moment, biting his lip in concentration.Â
Once my jeans were off, he took a moment to just look at me, his hands resting on my hips as if grounding himself.Â
- I donât want to mess this up -Â he whispered.Â
- Youâre not messing anything up, Gee..- i calmed him, brushing a thumb over his flushed cheek - Just... keep going
That was all the encouragement he needed. He kissed me again, his hands moving with a little more certainty now, sliding beneath my bra to touch bare skin. I gasped, arching into his touch, and he let out a shaky breath, somewhere between a moan and a laugh.
When he finally got out of his clothes, struggling with his belt in the process,
 - Stupid thing⌠- he muttered flustered and I couldn't stop smiling.Â
He was trying so hard, and there was something endearing about how eager yet unsure he was.
He kissed me again, slower this time, savoring the moment as his hands trailed down to my thighs, spreading them gently. His boxers were the last to go, and when I felt him against me, the heat between us became impossible to ignore.
- Iâve dreamed about this, - Gerard admitted breathlessly, kissing the side of my neck. - About you... For so long.
I felt my body react to him instinctively, desire building with every brush of his skin against mine. When he paused, hovering just at the edge, his eyes searched mine one last time.
- Is this okay? -Â he whispered, his voice low and full of both need and vulnerability.
- Yes,-Â I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. - I want this, Gee.
And then, with a slow, careful thrust, his cock was inside me. I gasped, gripping his hair as my body adjusted to the sensation. The burn was sweet and overwhelming.
He started moving, hesitant at first, like he was still learning how to sync with me. But every time I moaned his name, he seemed to gain a little more confidence, his rhythm becoming more certain, more desperate.
The heat between us grew, the room filled with soft gasps and whispered encouragement. His hands roamed my body, one settling on my waist, the other cradling my face as if I were something precious. As deeper he was coming I felt the tension coil in my stomach, tighter and tighter, until I was teetering right on the edge.Â
- Iâm closeâŚ
- Do it, sugar, - he panted, his voice thick with need. - Cum for me.
With a final thrust, the pleasure crashed over me like a wave. I clenched around him, clinging to him, nails digging into his back as I moaned his name, lost in the intensity of it.
Gerard groaned, his movements faltering as he reached his own release. The warmth of the ropes of his cum filling me up pushed me deeper into my own bliss, and we stayed like that, tangled together, catching our breath.
He pressed a lazy kiss to my shoulder, his body still trembling slightly.Â
- Wow⌠- he whispered, sounding both dazed and amazed. - That was... better than any dream Iâve ever had.
I laughed softly, brushing damp hair from his forehead.Â
- Yeah. Way better.
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