#gojo satoru headcanons

[baepsays]

Satoru sees you lying on your back, puts his head on your tits and uses them as a pillow to take a nap. Lying on your tummy? using your ass as a pillow. Why even use a pillow when God has blessed you with a partner whom you love like crazy —satoru's reason.

Doesn't care about the size. You have big tits or small ass, small tits or big ass. Or no tits and no ass— he literally loves your assets cause it's you! And his pillows don't come built in with your smell on them u_u

[moonlitwitchdaisy]

“nice piece, isn’t it?” your ex-husband finally spoke to the man sitting beside him, the one who had been staring at you like he wanted to devour you for minutes now.

his tone wasn’t angry at all; in fact, he sounded like they were close friends, joking casually. there wasn’t even a hint of murderous intent in his voice.

the man, who had been staring at you like he was in a trance, didn’t even glance at gojo as he replied, “rare to find one like that.” he chuckled as if he’d said something incredibly funny and took a sip of his drink.

it wasn’t funny. at least, not to gojo.

your ex-husband didn’t let his expression slip; instead, he laughed at the man’s words, clinking his glass against his in agreement. he wasn’t particularly fond of drinking, but tonight, he needed it more than anything else.

first, it was friday night, and you’d come to this bar with your friends—a bar full of men who wanted nothing more than to fuck you.

second, you were wearing the shortest and most beautiful light blue dress in existence. (you’d chosen it because it was the same shade as his eyes, making him think you hadn’t forgotten him.)

third, from his seat at a table a little removed from yours—where he could still see you—he’d noticed that not only was he watching you like some pervert, but the guy beside him was eyeing you too. it took everything in him not to smash his head in.

he knew he was just as much a creep as the guy, but he also knew that no other man had the right to look at you like that. no one but him. no matter what had happened between the two of you, no one else could ogle your legs or the parts of your chest that your dress left exposed.

the man finally turned to gojo, offering his hand in introduction and stating his name. your ex-husband didn’t hesitate to shake his hand, a friendly grin on his face, and said, “satoru gojo.”

“we’ve just met, i know, but why are you alone?” the man’s gaze roamed over gojo, lingering on the black cap covering his unmistakable white hair. “no offense, but you’re one hell of a handsome bastard. god’s favorite, i’m sure. seems crazy for a guy like you to be drinking alone.”

if he hadn’t been ogling you like a meal, gojo might’ve actually liked him. there wasn’t much he enjoyed more than hearing others praise how good he looked.

except for hearing it from you.

“why can’t someone like me, come to a bar to drink alone?”

the man laughed, taking another sip of his drink. “you should be surrounded by girls all the time, but instead, you're here, blocking guys like me from having a shot.”

gojo barely held back a hearty laugh. he never thought he’d laugh so much at a guy he wanted to strangle. “divorced a year ago. guess i’m not god’s favorite anymore. if i were, i wouldn’t be here. i’d be inside her right now.”

that was, without a doubt, his favorite place to be.

the man looked at gojo with a hint of sympathy. “shit, you sound like you miss her, man.”

he missed you. more than anything.

the man placed a hand on gojo’s shoulder like a supportive friend. “you know what? screw that whore, man. if she lost a guy like you, that’s on her. plenty of hot things in here tonight to take your mind off it.”

“whore?” huh… keeping himself from killing this guy was getting harder by the second. who did he think he was to call you that? what he’d do if he found out he just called the woman he’s been staring at for hours a whore?

the man had no idea he’d just dug his own grave.

“is that so?” gojo’s gaze drifted back to your table. you were laughing at something your friend had said, looking incredibly happy. but gojo could tell you were bored out of your mind and wanted to go home.

“hell yeah,” the man grinned, leaning in closer to gojo. “you got your eye on anyone?”

he did. just you.

a fire of possession ignited in gojo’s eyes. “maybe.”

the man followed gojo’s gaze. “haha, so you’re after the one i’ve been watching, huh? normally, i don’t share, but i like you, my friend. you deserve to blow off some steam with a nice pussy after a year.” the guy laughed as he leaned away, motioning to the bartender to refill his drink.

you were never his. you hadn’t been anyone’s. no one could share you because you belonged to one person and one person only. even if your marriage was over, no one else could even think about touching you.

and gojo was definitely not this guy’s friend.

“maybe i do deserve it,” gojo bit the inside of his cheek to contain his anger.

“bet she’s tight as hell and warm too. i mean, damn, those legs around your waist must feel amazing.”

oh, you were tight and warm, all right. gojo knew that firsthand. he remembered every time he’d fucked you senseless—how your legs would lock around his waist, your toes curling, your walls gripping him as you came undone. there wasn’t a single thing about you he’d forgotten.

gojo took a hard sip of his drink. “absolutely. and those perfect lips of hers? let’s just say she knows how to make a man see heaven while she’s on her knees. i’d fuck her throat until tears streamed down her face, and she’d still take all of me.”

“fuck, dude, you really want her. hope she doesn’t have a boyfriend. though, if she’s wearing a dress that short, i doubt it. no guy with a brain would let his girl wear something like that.”

no, he wouldn’t. and he hadn’t. in fact, your fights about this were one of the reasons for your divorce. but the real reason sat beside him now—your ex-husband knew exactly what kind of creeps were out there and felt the need to protect you from them.

the smile on gojo’s face finally faded. “trust me, i wasn’t allowing it.”

the man looked at him, confused. “you weren’t?”

gojo tore his gaze away from you and turned those dangerously piercing blue eyes to him. “yeah. who would want to offer the woman they love to guys like you on a silver platter?”

“what the fuck are you saying?” the man asked, his voice trembling as he noticed the lethal glint in gojo’s eyes.

“the tight, warm pussy you’re dying to fuck belongs to my ex-wife.” gojo leaned in closer to the man, the urge to strangle him growing stronger with every passing second.

“are you fucking crazy?”

he’d been crazy about you since the moment he met you.

“fuck yes. i’m absolutely insane. insane about everything about her. but if there’s one thing that drives me even crazier, it’s some bastard like you describing how her pussy might feel. because…” he leaned in, whispering into the man’s ear, “right now, i’m struggling not to kill you, but tonight, when you go to the house you think is safe, i can’t wait to show up and wrap my hands around your throat with delight.”

the man’s eyes widened in terror. he’d just realized he was sitting next to an absolute maniac.

“how do i know you’re not bullshitting me?” he stammered.

gojo immediately pulled back and, in the same friendly tone he had used when they first met, said, “oh, that’s very simple.” he pulled out his phone from his coat and opened your chat—where he sent at least 500 messages a day and still hadn’t been blocked.

gojo: blue always suits you, baby, but don’t you think that dress is a bit too short?

gojo: did you wear it because you knew i’d be watching tonight?

gojo: for someone who never answers my texts or calls, you sure know exactly what i’ve been saying ;)

gojo knew you always read the messages he sent through notifications. in a few seconds, you’d do it again. he liked knowing you were aware he was watching you because he knew you were just as crazy as he was.

“watch,” gojo said, almost like a warning to the man, his eyes shifting to the table where you sat with your friends.

as soon as the message came through, your eyes moved to your phone. a few seconds later, you scanned the room, and when your gaze landed on the bar table a little distance away—where your ex-husband sat, wearing a black cap and flashing you that devastating smile—your cheeks turned crimson.

“see that, buddy?” gojo, still staring at you, leaned closer to the man. “look how i made her blush. and trust me, those won’t be the only cheeks turning red tonight.” then he turned his full attention to the man. “now get lost. immediately.”

stunned, the man fumbled for his wallet, threw a few bills on the table for his drinks, and hurriedly left without another word. gojo watched him leave before turning his attention back to you, a confused look on your face as you stared at him.

ex-husband!gojo would do anything to eliminate the creeps who ogled you—whether from your vicinity or the world entirely.

but before he dealt with that man, he had to punish you for wearing that dress.

all rights belong to the @moonlitwitchdaisy do not copy, reproduce, or translate my work.

[theorphicangel]

last but not least guardian angel! gojo satoru falling in love with his little human even though it’s forbidden by the gods

he lets it slip that he’s fallen in love with you, knowing ultimately that it’s a downfall for guardian angels and they are removed from their person. permanently.

and he can’t bear not ever seeing you for the rest of eternity.

he refuses to back down and war breaks out. If he won’t leave you behind, they’ll make you leave him behind.

satoru’s eyes widen at the moment he realises what they mean by their threat. they’ll kill you.

suddenly it’s a race between him and death.

who’ll get to you first?

[flowafairy]

Actor gojo x Co-star reader headcanons pleaseee

✰ IS IT THAT SWEET? I GUESS SO. actor!gojo x costar!reader headcanons.

#tags delusional gojo, slight suggestive(?), crack

note. let’s hope this breaks my writer’s block 🙂‍↕️

actor!gojo who is absolutely loving the entire enemies to lovers thing you’ve got going on, he feels like he’s in a wattpad whenever you mumble out an atrocious insult directed towards him—you’re so obsessed with him. ( he’s delusional )

actor!gojo who purposely slips up during a kiss scene, just so he can feel your soft lips against his just one more time, oh, and he adores the way you shamelessly gawk him—he knows he’s fine. ( fine shyt! )

actor!gojo who loves teasing you in front of fans, he loves the way your face heats up and a small pout etches your face with every subtle touch of his fingers. call him crazy but.. that’s gotta mean you’re down bad, right?

actor!gojo who isn’t really acting during that one cheesy scene in the movie, getting down on one knee with an expensive ring in his hand that the director let him pick out. he’s already planned out his entire wedding with you, because, why wouldn’t you wanna marry him? cocky little shit.

actor!gojo who entertains fan theories whenever he comes across them. a speculation you two might be dating? retweet. a poorly photoshopped image of you two kissing that he definitely didn’t make himself and post on his alt account? repost.

actor!gojo who constantly yaps about you to his friends in the movie, and in real life. suguru will wake up to 9 new messages at 3AM, all of them consisting of satoru whining about how mean were to him during rehearsal and just how sexy you looked while doing it. suguru sends him an 800 word paragraph threat that he can and will block him if he speaks another word. nanami unfortunately woke up to quite a few messages from gojo.

actor!gojo who, despite the teasing and annoying little shit he is, is quick to dismiss uncomfortable questions during your interviews. who are you currently interested in? none of their fucking business. ( what a gentlemen! )

actor!gojo who wants to go shrivel up in a hole and die on and off acting because you had to kiss another man for the plot. so what if you aren’t together? he still has all right to be jealous! and throw hands with the actor. but woah, who would do that? not him.

actor!gojo who got caught liking one of your posts from 2 years ago, except he’s the one to text you instead of you texting him, because he’s so smug ( embarrassed ) that he definitely doesn’t give a shit that he was caught. satoru: so u wanna slide tho?

actor!gojo who has became a certified loverboy even after the movie’s over, constantly bombarding you with messages. you thought he was being polite at first, until the messages just kept coming and coming and oh boy, he would not shut up.

toru or wtv his name was is typing…

dinner 9PM

me n you

😉😗.

[mercurysmicrowave]

Currently thinking about Gojo saying "Purple Nirple" instead of "Hallow Purple" as he deals the fatal blow on his enemy.

Megumi: Did you just say-

Gojo: Sh! A win is a win

[tootiecakes234]

You and Satoru had gotten into an argument and by the time you got tired you were still pissed at him. This means you decide to sleep on the couch rather than laying awkwardly in the bed with him.

He’s pissed as well so he doesn’t even try to disagree with you sleeping on the couch. He goes in your shared room, lays down and you assume go to sleep.

So imagine your surprise when you wake up and find that idiot on the floor right beside the couch with your hand in his. He’s completely knocked out and you don’t know how long he’s been down there but somehow your fingers are intertwined. He’s got a pillow and blanket on the ground, a whole little set up.

You try to unlace your fingers but that just makes him squeeze a little tighter.

“Satoru…. Ru!” You whisper/yell at him.

“Huh???” But he makes no attempt to let go or even open his eyes.

“Why are you on the floor dumbass?”

“Didn’t wanna wake you by trying to get on the couch or pick you up and take you to bed. You’dve just gotten pissed.”, he mumbled into his pillow.

Well you were still pissed but waking up to him laying on the floor just to be near you might’ve made you forgive him just a little bit🤭

*ummm I didn’t like this at the time but it’s actually so super cute and fluffy🤭

[arcanarix]

gojo 100% would use “i’m literally just a girl ////:” for any and all reasons he does something unhinged, and shoko is in the background, like “YOU are not one of us”

[byhuenii]

Please does anyone have gojo sport aus. LIKE IT COULD BE ANYTHING IDC IM CRAVING GOJO ATHLETE STORIES

[morikosahh]

Sweets, can you see my @morikosa account? I think that account has been terminated or stolen... I can't sign in.

[mochroialainn]

When you get seriously injured on a mission, your boyfriends Satoru and Suguru take turns staying with you in the hospital, no matter how much it annoys Shoko, and when they get you home they take turns on who goes on missions and who stays home to look after you. At night, when both are home you sleep in between the two, your head on Sugurs chest whole Satoru spoons you from behind and they hold hands over your sleeping form.

[eeheeeheee]

For any of the Bollywood and jjk watchers out there, I just watched DDLJ, and gojo is so raj-coded. Tell me I’m not imagining it

[theorphicangel]

guardian angel! gojo comforting you when you’re crying

perhaps it was after a poor date or a bad day at work but whatever the reason satoru’s heart drops to his fucking stomach at the sight of you crying.

“hey, hey little human, it’s okay, it’s going to be alright.” he doesn’t ask what’s wrong or the reason for your state but instead he holds you, joining you on the floor and hugs you.

despite him knowing your fate and that you’ll be fine in a few minutes Satoru hates seeing you cry, deciding right there and then that it’s one of the worst things to witness.

he comforts you, wrapping his wings around you for extra warmth and comfort. they seem to be helping as you laugh, his feathers tickling your sides.

“ticklish huh?” satoru tests it out, “you ticklish here? How about here?” repeating until your tears are wiped away and you’re rolling in the floor in laughter.

“thank you toru” you sniffle, after the two of you have settled into a comfortable silence.

“s’no problem” he murmurs, his eyes never wavering from your face. “it’s what I’m here for right?”

[shinjisdone]

Imprisoned Cube! Gojo Headcanons (knowledge of anime only, rambling)

Cube!Gojo cannot talk, move or use a lot of his power. The eyes around each side of the prison realm do have his eye color but its hard to tell if they are his own or the Six Eyes.

However, it cannot be confirmed if Gojo can hear the outside world. Communication is hard to almost impossible but the movements the eyes make can be interpretend to him understanding what is going on.

The most expressions he can make are with the eyes. They squint and narrow, roll around, blink, stay closed, widen or stay calm. Its hard to see them as glares but they definitely gaze at things and people.

Unlike real eyes, the cube doesn't need to blink but does so anyway.

While moving around, the eyes make loud sounds that remind of bloody flesh being dragged on a surface. Really gross.

The surface is grey and harder than stone. Not anyone can pick it up and either find the cube immensely heavy or burning to the touch, akin to acid.

Gojo only allows certain people to carry and touch the cube (you teehee).

You can try to roll him like a dice but he is so heavy once he leaves your grip that he won't go far. The cube also leaves some heavy prints so it'd be best not to do that.

Its not like he can move either. The eyes will look up at you while they wait to be picked up again.

Whereever his physical location may be does not matter to Gojo. He's got bigger battles to fight inside the prison.

While his powers are subdued, there's a small amount of infinity he can use outside the cube. The most he can do is push people/things away from other beings but the radius to it has to be close to work.

The eyes widen like a predator as he does so.

It's not enough to kill someone with it though. Their limbs can be broken - and if somehow, Gojo is being especially emotional, their limbs can also be torn apart. It would take more of his cursed energy though, which he cannot freely afford to do all the time when imprisoned.

He also only uses his infinity when real dangers occurrs to you. He doesnt fear for his own safety, knowing he'll be fine in or out of the prison, but he does fear for yours.

Which is also the reason why there is this...odd feeling that he wants you to stay close to the cube.

Or to at least take it with you.

When you distance yourself too far away for his comfort, the eyes widen and the pupils shrink. There's a tension in the air that leaves you shivering and your heart hammering in your chest. When you look back to the cube, its eyes staring at you in a way that says 'Don't go away.'

You take it as a sign that he can see you even if you cannot see him.

As menacing as it may feel, the sight of you holding the cube in your hand isn't.

Almost...adorable in a way, as if holding a small kitten in one hand. This animal though, is more moody than any kitten.

Also more dangerous than any animal.

No matter how limited his prowress is, Gojo will do anything to stay close to you - so he can use as little infinity that he has to keep you safe.

His Six Eyes allows him to observe all the targets and deal with them efficiently. He'll mostly help you escape but when he is emotional, the target a real threat or when he is pissed off, Gojo will go for the kill.

Only he will allow what or who to touch you (Only he can).

Cube!Gojo mostly doesn't let anyone know of his current mood or feelings. The eyes gaze around in boredom or focus on one thing in simple observation.

And even though there is no face to pull a smile, to grit his teeth, to raise a brow - there can be these tiny glints of emotions reflected in the blue of the Six Eyes.

It happens rarely on this brief moments of vulnerability. The light growing darker in a lone kitchen, the cold cruelty of a river, the sun setting in a park. You hold the cube in your hands as you softly speak of secrets, of the past, of emotions and fears. The eyes stare intently with a flicker of love.

You quietly ask him if he can hear you. He never answers and will not be able to as long as he is stuck as a prisoner. But the glint in the eyes - perhaps his very own - as they look at you with a feeling of something tells you that Gojo is very much aware of you and what is going on on the outside world.

[mercurysmicrowave]

Inspired by @julietcpulet reblog

Gojo would use his pet rabbit to get on Megumi's nerves. He would be like "Megumi check out this new technique I learned," and then 'summon' his rabbit by doing a shadow puppet of a rabbit or giving Megumi bunny ears

He most definitely names his rabbit Nanami so he can go "Nanami! Oh. Sorry, I meant the cute one" pick up his rabbit and say "Aaw, don't be jealous buddy, there's room in my heart for two Nanami's"

My favorite headcannon about this idea: Spay Day!!! Gojo gives rabbit Nanami a makeup headband and pretends to do its nails. And the gossip? "You will not believe what Human Nanami said to me" "Look at those cuticles, someone's stressed" "Should I call him? I should call him"

[tootiecakes234]

You guys ever think about Satoru having his reverse curse technique which means he doesn’t ever get scars and if he were to get scratched it would just automatically heal itself….

Except when those scratches are left by you. The ones you leave all down his back after your long, sleepless night together.

Hell even the bruises you suck into his skin!

Those are the marks he forces himself not to heal and wears them around proudly, like the badges of honor they are.

This man would never heal something you gave him out of love and passion

That’s my husband frfr🤭

[cinnamoneve]

𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐚.

oneirataxia \ one-er-tax-ea \ (n.) - the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality

❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x gn!reader ❆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: satoru's perception of love changes as he learns what it really means through you ❆ 𝐰𝐜: 1.8k ❆ 𝐚/𝐧: another self indulgent character study ahaha....we are so back... ❆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none :3

i want to be loved. 

all he knew about love was what’s been shown to him in media. songs about pining, books about lust, and movies about soulmates who weren’t meant to be. maybe that’s why rom-coms had secretly always been satoru’s guilty pleasure.

he wasn’t really sure what ‘love’ looked like, in any sense of the word. familial, platonic, romantic–any iteration. he grew up pretty well protected and sheltered, his parents leaving his handling to a bodyguard or dedicated nanny. where maternal and paternal love should live, there’s a soft hole in his heart filled instead with expensive toys, a home cooked meal that wasn’t made by a parent, and extravagant trips to keep his location a mystery.

satoru didn’t mind it. at least he didn’t think so–it’s all he’d ever known. being so sought-after and sheltered as a kid made it difficult to make and keep friends. primed for the world of sorcerers since his birth shook the balance, satoru never had much of a chance to be a kid at all, really. 

it manifests where you least expect it. his apartment is cold and independent; no notions of family anywhere in the sparsely decorated penthouse. all of the money in the world couldn’t buy the love that was stunted in his life. it’s hard to bridge that gap when you don’t see the gap at all. satoru sees no issue in it. he’s slowly started to fill the apartment with nods of his personality. a picture of the two of you, a ‘thank you’ card given to him by a student, a book megumi recommended to him collecting dust on his coffee table. he doesn’t really have time for reading, anyways.

before you met, satoru imagined love to be something different. love was crying in the rain, dancing with your lover like you didn’t care who was watching. it was running through an airport before they took off, catching them at the gate and convincing them to stay. it was red roses garnished with a bow. it was playing your favorite song on a speaker outside of your window, getting your attention by throwing pebbles at the glass. 

it was some of those things, sure. not in the way the two of you loved.

you taught satoru what love was in a different way. he didn’t think love could be so…normal? not grandiose. moments of love are between the big ‘movie-moments,’ he’s realized. he can’t remember exactly when he’d fallen in love with you, but there’s a few moments that stick out to him.

he’d first come to recognize what gentle love was when he came home from a long mission. he’d been gone for about 3 weeks, with very little contact. only small updates that he was alive to keep you at bay. maybe it was the lack of familial love that keeps him at an arm’s length. he stinks at communication–it’s probably his most fatal flaw. a bit of an isolationist at heart, satoru needs to constantly remind himself to keep in touch with his own partner. he’s learning to be better at it, and you’re learning to be more patient. a relationship is a compromise, after all.

he finally walked in the door, unannounced and unplanned. it was about 2 a.m. when he slithered in, taking his time to be extra quiet in the late hours. the house was silent, dark, and your shoes were by the door. must be asleep.

satoru walked to the bedroom, exhaustion and frustration clouding his headspace. what he really needed was a shower and a long rest, but he’d try for the former in the morning.

first, the smell of his cologne hit his nose. it wasn’t offensive, but it was a little overbearing–where was this coming from? he’d certainly not worn it in this room in nearly three weeks. he turned a soft light on to get undressed, and you shuffled in your sleep. and then he saw you.

satoru almost took you for a stranger. you were using his pillow, sitting on his side of the bed, wearing his sweatshirt. you looked like an angel there, sleeping so soundly that he barely wanted to move the bed and get in it. so he didn’t, just for a bit. the hole in his heart was slowly filling back up, and it hurt his chest a bit in a way that made it feel like it’d burst. nonetheless, he grabbed your pillow that you’d tossed aside and laid down next to you. 

and his nostrils burned a bit.

you’d sprayed his cologne all over the bed. the scent was a little overwhelming, but everything in him was too enamored to even think straight. he scooted the pillow a bit closer to you, snaking his arms around you to pull you closer to him. this was sweeter than anything he’s seen before; ‘this is love,’ he thought to himself. 

i want to be loved.

satoru didn’t realize that he’d always wanted this. he just didn’t know what he was missing out on. and here you are, proving it again and again. is this the love he dreamed of? that he saw in everything he watched? he wiped his eyes.

something about this interaction changed him deep down. and while you weren’t awake to see this one, satoru had a similar reaction on two other occasions.

one was his birthday. 

there’s something beautifully tragic about crying on your birthday; are you crying that time is passing? crying that you’ll never be that age again? if there’s one thing that binds humanity, crying on your birthday has to be close to the top.

you were eyeing satoru when you asked him about his birthday plans. he brushed them off, saying that celebrating his birthday was never a priority.

“you’ve never had a birthday party as a kid?” you ask.

“mm, nope,” he responded flatly, “i didn’t really celebrate my birthday when i was younger. it was like any other day to me, y’know?”

you huffed, pouted, and said okay. he’d figured that was the end of it, until the day came along.

satoru walked in from work, again, to a dark apartment. mildly annoyed, he flicked on the lights to see you standing in the decorated house, wearing a dorky little party hat.

“surprise!” you cheered, blowing into a cheap paper horn.

satoru smiled, amused, “what’s all this?”

“happy birthday, honey,” you finally walked through the streamers and balloons on the floor to greet him with a kiss. “sit at the table,”

he took his coat and shoes off, slowly walking to the dinner table as he admired the work you put in. it was decorated very childishly–a homemade banner, bright, primary colors as the main points sticking out. streamers, balloons with cartoon characters on them. there was a lone party hat on the seat at the head of the table. 

you motioned to it, giggling.

satoru smirked. “do i have to?”

“it’s your birthday. you absolutely must.”

this was definitely a child’s hat–the rubber band snapped as soon as he got it around his chin. suppressing a giggle, he fiddled with it as he got it to stay in his hair. as soon as he did, the lights dimmed.

and there you were, walking to him with a cake in your hands, candles being covered by your hand to stop any breeze. you sang as you set the cake in front of him, putting your hands on his shoulders and gently kissing his cheek when you were done.

the frosting was uneven, the candles used before. “happy birthday” was written poorly across the top–it was all of his favorite flavors made by the one who knew and loved him best.

satoru had been to birthdays before, but it seems like he’s never attended his own.

“you have to make a wish before you–hm?”

before you could finish, you look at satoru. he’s looking down at the cake, a tear running down his cheek. he looks up at you, hand finding the side of your face to pull you into a kiss. he didn’t say anything about it, just kissed you and blew out his candles.

you let it go, smiling to yourself as you cut him a piece of the homemade cake. satoru kept the party hat, secretly. at least, he thinks it’s a secret. you ignore it whenever it rolls off the top shelf of the closet, carefully putting it back with anything else he’s looking to hide. 

satoru doesn’t know what’s tying him back to that party hat. it’s made of a flimsy cardboard, with the rubber band chin strap broken from the moment he tried to put it on. he still can’t bring himself to throw it out, though. so at the back of the closet it will stay.

the first moment, you weren’t awake for, the second, maybe you could excuse. the third and most incriminating was, again, at the beginning of the relationship. it was the first night you stayed at his apartment; before you moved in, before you called your relationship anything concrete or official. the two of you fumbled it along, figuring it out along the way. satoru took the move of inviting you to stay and spend the night.

so you did. it didn’t take long for you two to make out on his couch, satoru eventually carrying you to the bedroom as you both fell out of your clothes. infatuation, maybe; something was keeping you both clawing at the other so desperately. it was your first time together.

you weren’t really sure how many partners satoru had before you, and frankly, you didn’t care. he treated you well, he respected your boundaries, and he checked in before he made any move further. honestly, he was a gentleman.

it took you by surprise when halfway through, he hovered over you and stopped his moans. you weren’t sure how long you two had been going, but satoru had both hands at the side of your face as you felt something hit your cheek. sweat, maybe?

no, tears. he was crying.

you reached your hand up, thumbing away the single tear from his pretty cheek.

“why are you crying?” 

“i-” he mumbled, “i don’t know,”

it’s okay, you thought. overwhelming hormones? sudden rush of dopamine? was he embarrassed? who knows. maybe you’ll ask another time.

you reached your hands around his neck to pull him down to your face, reaching up slightly to give him a soft kiss. a delicate one. he deserved to feel delicate, to feel loved.

and he did. that’s why he was crying. that’s why he cried during your first time together, cried on his birthday, and cried on a random thursday morning when he saw you in bed.

it’s unconscious. by the time he realizes what’s happening, there’s already a tear rolling down his cheek. but that’s all it takes for him to feel gratitude, warmth, and the realization that the love he’s always craved is closer than he could’ve imagined. 

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