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themindofachronicdaydreamer · 20 days ago

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Suites & Sweets

freshman year at Jujutsu University Tokyo seems like it will be uneventful. and, well, that's true... until you meet the boys in the suite across the hall, and one in particular piques your interest.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 17. …𝓢𝓗𝓞𝓦𝓓𝓞𝓦𝓝? ⍣ ೋ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ... wc: 5.9k

Naoya strides into the basement with an air of entitlement to him that infuriates you to your core. The sharp, detached sweep of his gaze as he scans the room makes it as though he's appraising vintage goods at an auction, not people at a party. His arrogance bleeds into every step, as if he owns the place or the event is being held just for him. His pristinely tailored tuxedo is seemingly infused with arrogance and worn like a badge of superiority - like his wealth and status alone make him untouchable. You watch his eyes look down at everyone in the crowd, and in his quick assessment, everything - and everyone - is beneath him. His presence is so virulent, every step he takes is an unspoken declaration: he owns this moment, and by extension, everyone within it.

It's not even just the way he carries himself, but the way everyone reacts to him. It's like a ripple in water; whispers start, eyes glance over at him, and crowds separate to create a path, like he is royalty. And yet, despite the unease his presence brings, there is no mistaking the instant authority he wields the moment he steps into the room - something you are all too acquainted with.

He doesn't belong here. Not in the way everyone else does in this dim, sticky-floored basement, where the most you expect is a night of loud music and cheap thrills. Yet, somehow, his presence demands the attention of everyone in the room. He's a wolf in a room of sheep, gaze cold and hungry, exuding an effortless confidence. People look at him with instinctive fear, but none dare to confront him.

You can't stop watching him. You hate that you can't stop watching him. How powerless you feel, your eyes following him despite every part of you wanting to look away.

You feel a strange, chilling sensation slithers up your spine, an all-too-familiar sensation. It's a weight of the wave of memories the sight of him triggers that make your blood run cold: flashbacks to the past, the sharp sting of betrayal, the way he tore you apart time and time again, how small you felt, the pain that followed. The echoes of his words that cut you so precisely, it was like he'd mapped out your every weakness and insecurity.

You instinctively stiffen to suppress the flood of old emotions, even though you are trying to appear unaffected. The few months since graduation you had without seeing him were much too short, and you desperately wish you were invisible. But with each deliberate step he takes, you feel your body grow stiffer and stiffer, as if awaiting something awful. You hate it. Desperately, fight against it, stubborn in your goal to not let him get to you any longer. You refuse to let him know that he still has power over you.

But Satoru notices.

His eyes flick to yours. picking up on the shift in your demeanor, and then turning his head to follow your gaze. His playful smile immediately drops, expression turning sharp, scowl spreading across his lips. His shoulders square, and his jaw tightens ever so slightly, but enough for you to notice out of the corner of your eye.

"Naoya?" he breathes, voice low, something guarded in his tone as if the name itself tastes bitter on his tongue. You barely even hear the name leave his lips. When you glance at him, his blue eyes have narrowed. Darkened, even. The noise of the party becomes a dull hum in the background, the beat of the music loud, but your heart thumping even louder.

And then, suddenly, Naoya catches your eye across the room, and his lips curve slowly into a knowing, smug smile, as if he is relishing in the moment before attacking his prey. It's the exact smile that makes your skin crawl; the same one that stared down at you so cruelly at that party junior year. It makes you feel disgusting, and a wave of nausea crashes through you.

Your eyes fly around every corner of the room, looking for different escape routes. Toji watches the unfortunate man of the hour from the other side of the room, leaning against the wall behind him with his arms crossed, stance indicating he is ready to attack if needed. Sukuna is nowhere to be seen - his presence at the door is gone, and you wonder to yourself where he went.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," you hear Satoru breathe. There's bite in his tone, a seriousness completely opposite from his rare tone during your heart-to-heart earlier. His lack of teasing makes the situation feel all the more dire - there's none of the usual bravado, just cold, simmering hatred.

"What is he even doing here?" you force out the hoarse whisper, tightness in your throat straining your vocal chords.

Satoru shifts his weight beside you. The relaxed, confident demeanor he usually wears like armor has dissipated, replaced by a tension, simmering beneath the surface of his skin. His eyes lock on Naoya's figure, watching with the focused precision of someone expecting a fight.

"Apparently he still thinks he's relevant," Satoru barks, tone dripping with disdain. He doesn't even bother keeping his voice down. He's decided already that Naoya's presence isn't something worth an act of politeness, and he is practically daring the brat to overhear what he says.

Your breath catches in your throat, freezing in place, and forcing your gaze away from Naoya. "You'd think he had better things to do than crash a frat party. Like, you know, run his dad's business." The words escape your throat thinner, meeker than intended.

You finally make frantic eye contact with Toji across the room, and as he notices Naoya's trajectory straight for you, he begins to weave his way through the crowd over to you.

At the same time, Satoru's gaze flickers over to you, catching the way you fold your arms and make yourself smaller. He notices the slight tremor in your jaw in a futile attempt to hold back whatever it is you're feeling. He picks up on the haziness in your eyes, indicating your thoughts overpowering your conscious.

You hear Satoru say your name, bringing you back to earth. For once, he doesn't joke, doesn't tease. Instead, he leans down to be eye-level you, puts a hand on your cheek, and says in a voice low but resolute, "He doesn't get to ruin your night."

Something in the firmness of Satoru's tone pulls you from your spiraling thoughts, just enough to release the breath you've been holding since Naoya walked in the building. You can feel the weight of the protectiveness.

It's grounding.

Is this what Satoru meant earlier, when he said you ground him? Do you literally bring him back to earth, resurrecting him from the hell of his inner mind, anchoring him to the present, and giving him a chance to breathe again?

You look up at him, and for a fleeting moment, the storm in your chest quiets.

You don't miss the way Satoru adjusts his stance, shifting subtly to block you from Naoya's view. The movement is subtle but unmistakable: a shield, a barrier, a silent declaration of protection. It's like he's already preparing for whatever bullshit the guy might throw your way.

Naoya weaves through the crowd with the self-assuredness only a narcissist has. Conversations quiet as he passes by, and although no one outright admits it, the energy in the room has been transformed solely by his entrance. Eyes dart toward him, curiosity mingling with discomfort. People see him - because, truly, how could you not? - but no one quite seems willing to approach him. And he knows.

And Naoya thrives on this.

His sharp gaze cuts through the crowd like a blade, skimming over strangers and settling, inevitably, on you and Satoru. The smirk that spreads across his face is downright venomous. He doesn't even try to hide it.

"Well, well," Naoya drawls, his voice carrying over the music as he finally comes to a stop a few feet in front of him. The arrogant tilt of his head, the calculating gleam in his eyes - it's all so perfectly him. "I figured this was the kind of place you'd waste your time at, Satoru."

The disdain in Naoya's tone is palpable, and every muscle in your body tenses at the familiarity of it. You observe Satoru's jaw clenching even more at the blatant jab, but he only tilts his head, slipping into the effortless, too-cool act he's known for.

"And yet here you are," Satoru replies with a razor-sharp edge behind his words. A lazy smile spreads on his face, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Always crashing places no one wants you at. Remind me, who invited you here?"

The jab lands, but Naoya only laughs - it's soft, condescending, and dismissive. He then turns his gaze to you, sharp as glass, and the hairs on the back of your neck prickle as the air in the room becomes harder and harder to breathe.

"It's been a minute, has it not?" Naoya says, his tone feigning politeness, yet laced with mockery. His gaze sweeps over you up and down, and suddenly, you're sixteen, standing in front of him after catching Ino in the bathroom with another girl, being humiliated in front of everyone you know. "Still running with the same crowd, I see."

The condescension in his voice brings your blood to a scalding boil. You want to snap back so desperately, but you physically cannot form a response to him. Even if you could, you can't trust your voice to come out steady, and you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing how deeply his presence affects you. Your pulse quickens, and every instinct screams for you to flee, but you force yourself to hold your ground. Still, the icy weight of your memories claws at you.

And of course, Naoya notices. His smirk sharpens just the tiniest bit.

A small part of you hates that it feels like he’s won again. But as you glance at Satoru steady beside you, you remind yourself that you’re not the same girl he could tear down so easily anymore.

Finally reaching the scene, Toji’s voice cuts in, breaking through the growing tension like a blade, and saving you from the spiral your mind was set on. “What’s the golden boy doing slummin' it here? Country club finally ban your ass?” he mocks, his tone low and dangerous.

"Always a pleasure, Toji," Naoya says, inclining his head slightly, smirking with practiced ease.

Toji's lips curl into a humorless sneer. "Can't say the same, cousin."

“Touching,” the blonde sneers, “that the two of you have to play bodyguards. I didn’t realize she was so… fragile.”

Satoru’s hand twitches at his side, and you know he’s seconds away from losing it. Before he can speak, though, Toji steps forward, his expression deadly calm. “Say that again,” he dares, his voice low and even. The threat in his tone is unmistakable, and for the first time, Naoya hesitates.

Before the silence can stretch too long, Satoru takes a step forward. "If you're looking for someone who gives a damn about what you have to say, you're in the wrong room."

There's a weight to his words - a warning. It's a challenge to Naoya. You can feel the weight of it in the air. Naoya holds Satoru's gaze for a long moment, tension crackling between them like static electricity. For a moment, they lock eyes, tension so thick it's suffocating.

You've known they never liked each other, but this... this is different. It's personal.

Toji doesn’t say another word, but the way he looms next to Satoru, his muscles coiled and ready to pounce, is enough to send Naoya backing away. He scoffs, but it’s evident his confidence has been shaken.

After what feels like an eternity, Naoya's smirk returns, more predatory than before. "Careful, now, you two. You're wouldn't want to make a scene, would you?" he says lightly,

Satoru takes another step toward Naoya. “Oh, I don’t mind a scene,” he says, his tone deceptively calm. “Especially if it means wiping that ugly smirk off your face.”

Before the situation can escalate further, you place a hand on Satoru’s arm, reminding him of your presence and grounding him, bringing him back to earth and not the anger of his mind. He glances at you, his expression softening just enough to let you know he’s listening.

“Let it go,” you croak. “He’s not worth it.”

For a moment, Satoru doesn’t move. Then, slowly, he exhales and takes a step back. His gaze lingers on Naoya for a moment longer before he turns to you, his hand brushing against yours in a silent gesture of reassurance.

Naoya’s smirk returns, though it lacks its usual confidence. “Well, this has been delightful,” he snickers, his tone mocking, turning on his heel as though he's already bored with the conversation, above it all entirely. “But I have better things to do than talk to deviants."

"What, you running to daddy for help, now, hm?" Satoru jabs. Naoya freezes in spot, not bothering to turn and face the man beside you again. he definitely touched a sore subject.

"Probably," you hear Toji say. "That's all he knows to do."

Naoya stays still for a moment longer before saying without looking back, "This isn't the last you'll be seeing of me."

And just like that, Naoya slips back into the crowd.

The unease lingers, clinging to you like smoke from a campfire. You exhale shakily, your pulse still hammering in your ears. Everything feels off-kilter, now, as if the room hasn't recovered from the disturbance, and maybe won't ever.

Satoru turns to you once he deems Naoya no longer a threat, expression softening as he catches sight of your face. "You alright?"

You nod, although the lie is obvious.

"Hey, listen to me," he says quietly, voice soft as ever. "He's not worth it. You know that. You even said it."

You waver for a second, but when you finally look at him and the unwavering worry in his eyes, you finally manage a small, tired smile.

"Yeah," you murmur. "I know."

Satoru exhales, his expression softening as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear - gentle, deliberate, steady. “He’s not worth it,” he repeats quietly, his voice a tether pulling you back from the edge. “Not to you. Not to anyone.”

"Thank you," you mutter.

“Anytime, angel,” he replies, smirk returning, though this time it’s warmer. “Now come on - I think you owe me a rematch at beer pong.”

You let out a breathy laugh, the tension slowly uncoiling from your body. As Satoru steers you back toward the table, you glance over your shoulder one last time, searching for Naoya with paranoia. But he’s gone.

As Satoru guides you back toward the beer pong table, you glance at Toji, who lingers nearby, arms crossed as if he's waiting to make sure Naoya doesn't reappear. He gives you a brief nod, a silent acknowledgment of solidarity. Satoru’s hand remains lightly on your lower back, his fingers brushing against you every so often, and it’s comforting in a way you didn’t expect. The thrum of the music slowly pulls you back to the present, though your mind continues to race.

“You good?” Toji asks when he finally approaches, his voice low enough for only you and, though barely, Satoru to hear.

“I’m fine,” you reply quickly. Too quickly for his taste.

Toji raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Ya don't look fine."

Satoru, having disappeared for a moment, returns and slides a bottle of water into your hands, cutting off whatever excuse you were about to offer Toji. “Drink,” Satoru says, tone leaving no room for argument.

You take a sip, grateful for the chance to distract yourself, even if it's brief.

"Are you sure you're alright, angel? Do you want to go back? I can walk you," Satoru offers, tone gentle but concerned.

You shake your head, a small, almost imperceptible motion. "No, I don't want to ruin your fun," your words tumble out in a fragile whisper, as if you're scared to even use your voice.

"Don't say that. It's really no problem," he counters immediately. His voice is smooth, like velvet. "I'm only here for you anyway."

"Me?" you ask, a hint of disbelief in your voice.

"Mhm," he confirms, a soft smile toying on his lips. "You know me. I'll take any chance to hang out with you. And, anyway, I'm not letting you torture yourself by staying here any longer."

And just like that, you find yourself giving in. You want to escape the purgatory you feel yourself in, and if you spend one more second in this dark, sweaty hell, you fear you might never make it out.

You quickly say goodbye to Toji, who fully understands your reasoning. He gives you a brief, firm hug, and whispers in your ear, "You'll be okay, doll. I promise."

The warmth of his words tug at the already frail edge of your composure. Somehow, you stop yourself from breaking down just from those six words.

The weight of the night lingers in the air as you walk back to the suite with Satoru by your side. The once chaotic scene from the party feels eons away, yet the tightness in your chest refuses to unwind itself. It’s not just Naoya’s presence that weighs on you, but the memory of his power over you, and the recognition that he still wields that. You try to push it away, try to focus on the quiet comfort of Satoru beside you, but as much as you despise vulnerability, the cracks in the walls you spent so long building are growing by the second.

The fresh air feels nice in your lungs; it's like you can finally breathe again.

The walk is a blur, blindly following wherever Satoru leads you as you lack the willpower to think about the path yourself. As you reach the hallway outside your suite, your breath hitches in your throat, and the weight you’ve been carrying finally becomes too much. The tears, which you had barely kept at bay all night, finally spill over. It happens so suddenly—one moment you're steady, and the next, your hands are shaking, your chest heaving with the kind of sobs you’ve been holding back for far too long.

Satoru, always attuned to you, is by your side in an instant. His hand touches your arm gently, his voice low with concern. “Hey, hey - come here,” he comforts, pulling you into a hug before you even have time to respond. His body heat surrounds you as his arms hold you tightly, letting you cling to him in all of your desperation.

You bury your face in his chest, your cries muffled by the fabric of his shirt, body shaking with every sob. You hate how weak you feel, but it’s like everything you’ve been holding inside for so long is flooding out at once. The weight of everything—Naoya’s cruel presence, the years of his manipulation, the humiliation, and the painful, bitter memories—feels insurmountable now. You are letting years of built up pain and sadness out, pouring your soul out into his chest.

“I'm sorry,” you choke out between the tremors of your sobs, your voice cracking with every word. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Satoru’s voice is steady as he reassures you, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. “There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s okay to feel this way. You’ve been through a lot.”

His words are a bandage for your wounded heart, but the flood of emotions doesn’t stop. The steady rhythm of his breathing and the firm yet gentle hold he has on you are the only things anchoring you to the present moment. You’re safe now, but it doesn’t make the pain go away. It takes time to heal, and you know this - yet tonight, in this vulnerable moment, it feels unbearable.

After what feels like an eternity, your sobs slow. Satoru doesn’t rush you, simply letting you lean on him as you calm down, his hold unwavering. His fingers brush through your hair, a soft gesture that only deepens the sense of peace he’s trying to offer.

“I don’t want to be alone,” you whisper through the last of your tears, your voice small, raw, and fragile. Yet, he picks up on the unspoken words you are saying to him. You need him right now.

Satoru pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his blue eyes soft with understanding, a tenderness that makes your heart ache. “I’m not going anywhere,” he assures with a warmth that melts away the last of the lingering tension in your chest.

You nod, letting him guide you inside your suite. The room feels different now—quieter, more intimate, and yet still heavy with the remnants of your emotional storm. Satoru helps you get ready for bed, taking off your shoes and socks for you. You let him wipe off your makeup with a wipe he found on your nightstand, then go through your closet to give you a t-shirt and sweatpants to change into. Afterward, he sits beside you as you curl up into the covers, exhausted from everything.

"I'll sleep on the floor right next to you, okay?" Satoru says, turning to grab a blanket for himself that you have folded in a basket. Immediately, your eyes grow wide and a knot forms in your chest.

"No," you blurt, moving your body in his direction, halfway out of your cocoon of blankets with your arm outstretched and fingers grasping the back of his shirt. Satoru turns and looks at you as you struggle to find your words, eyebrow raised in question at the urgency that caught him off guard. "Sorry. But, uh- do you want to... can you...?" Not sure how to ask and suddenly feeling awkward, you instead motion to the empty space beside you in bed. Your face flushes in embarrassment.

Satoru freezes, surprised by the sudden rush of your actions, his eyebrows raising in silent inquiry. His expression softens when he sees the hesitation in your eyes. "You sure?" he checks, a look of concern on his face as his standing figure hovers over you and awaits confirmation.

"Please," you beg, voice small but filled with quiet desperation.

He chuckles fondly, softly smiling at you in a way that makes your chest feel warm. "Since you asked so nicely, I guess so." Bending down, he cups your cheeks with his hands so gently, as if you would break if he used any bit of force. He tilts your head down so he can press a quick, lingering kiss to your forehead.

You let out a small, shaky breath, unable to hide the way your body seems to relax just a fraction from the gentle contact. "Thank you," your voice is so quiet, Satoru barely hears you peep the words out. A sudden thought hits you, and you scramble to add, "Oh! Um- You left clothes here after movie night. They're, um, clean and in the closet, if you want them."

"Aw, thanks," he coos, patting the top of your head affectionately. "That's very sweet of you, my sweet girl."

Before you know it, both you and Satoru have changed, and you lay facing each other under the cover of your twin-sized bed. You are a little nervous, having underestimated the amount of space Satoru would take up. The air is thick with the gnawing memories of the party. Your nerves rise again, but you try to shove them down. The intimacy of it all overwhelms you, and the moment feels like it’s both too much and not enough all at once.

"You okay, angel?" Satoru asks, voice soft as his eyes search yours.

"Mhm," you force out, although you can feel your throat tightening and the pressure mount behind your ribcage.

"You don't have to lie to me, baby," his voice drops to a near whisper.

And with that, the dam breaks.

A wave of emotion crashes over you, and before you can stop it, the floodgates of everything you’ve been holding back burst open. You turn your head away, trying to hide your face in your fumbling hands, but the sobs come anyway, raw and unrelenting.

"It's okay," Satoru whispers, moving closer to cradle your head. with his hands, gently guiding you to his chest. "I'm here, let it out."

You feel everything overwhelm your senses. The events of the night, the memories of the past, the worries about the future. You thought you were done feeling this way - hopeless, lost. But it's rushing back, stronger than ever. You feel the world collapsing on you.

You sniffle, words stuck in your throat. "I'm sorry," you manage to say, guilt crawling in for ruining his night and forcing your problems on him.

"No, no, no. Don't be sorry," Satoru assures. "Nothin' to be sorry for, 'kay?"

"I- I dunno-"

"No," his voice is stern as he interrupts you. Suddenly, hee pulls away just enough to guide your head up, his hands cupping your cheeks as his gaze locks with yours. Looking into his eyes, they are practically glowing in the moonlight shining through your window. "Hey. There's a reason I call you an angel, you know?"

Your brows furrow in confusion, and you make a small sound of inquiry, a soft "Hm?" in response, prompting him to continue.

"I wasn't doing great after graduation. Been fighting with parents and shit about my future. Y'know, inheritance and family business stuff." His voice dips lower as he continues, letting you in on a side of him not even Suguru knows well. "But I want nothing to do with it."

He pauses, his fingers gently tracing the edge of your jaw. His gaze is unwavering as he opens up in a way that feels both surprising and intimate.

“I was so... lost,” Satoru continues, his voice quieter now, more vulnerable than you’ve ever heard it. “Spent so much of my high school life running from one thing to the next, thinking I could outrun my future. The pressure, the expectations... I hated it all. But then I met you.”

His voice softens further, and there’s a tenderness in his words that feels like something only you get to witness. “You made me feel like I didn’t have to run anymore. Like maybe, just maybe, I could stop pretending everything was fine and I could be real for once.”

You blink, momentarily stunned, unsure of how to respond. The weight of his confession hangs between you, and you can feel your heart tighten in your chest, a mixture of confusion and desire building inside you.

"You make me want to fight for something other than myself," he continues, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. His touch is soft but firm, growing more intentional, like he’s trying to ground both you and himself in this moment. “You’re not just someone I want by my side. You're... everything. You give me a reason to want more, to be better, even when I don’t know how."

The sincerity in his words is so raw, so real, that it almost makes the room feel smaller, more intimate. You can’t bring yourself to say anything right away, the gravity of what he’s just shared with you settling deep into your bones. You never expected Satoru to be this open, this... vulnerable. For a moment, the outside world has stilled.

"When I saw you at that party," he continues with a wistful laugh, "after you ran into me and spilled your drink all over my shirt, I felt like I was running into my savior. You." He takes a deep breath, voice sounding as if entranced by the memory. "Because you bring light to the darkness, and hope when it feels like there's none left - just like an angel."

He seems to read the uncertainty in your expression, though. "I know it’s a lot, but I just wanted you to know. I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not going to let you go through anything alone either."

A quiet, comfortable pause follows. It’s like the air between you has thickened with something unspoken, a shared understanding that binds you both in ways words can’t quite capture. Satoru’s thumb brushes your cheek, his touch tender, and he leans down to press another soft kiss to your forehead.

His words don’t erase the ache inside you, but for the first time tonight, the pain feels a little less overwhelming, a little more manageable.

“I’m not great with words,” he says quietly, breaking the silence as his hand slips to the small of your back, pulling you closer. “But I’ll always be here when you need me. Don’t ever feel like you have to go through this by yourself.”

You rest your head on his chest, your body relaxing into him as you let his presence soothe the rawness inside. The warmth of his embrace, holding you like you're the most precious thing in the world, the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear, the way he’s holding you—it all feels like a safety net, like you’re finally being caught after falling for so long.

“I’m sorry for burdening you with all this,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Satoru chuckles softly, the sound low and reassuring. "Don’t apologize. You’re never a burden. I’ll take care of you, okay? No matter what."

And somehow, those words feel like everything you’ve been longing to hear. The tenderness in his voice, the certainty in his actions—it’s all so different from the chaos of the night, so different from the mess of your emotions, that it feels like a lifeline. Like there’s hope again, even in the darkest moments. The comfort of his presence, the way he doesn’t try to fix anything but simply lets you feel, makes the ache in your heart feel a little less sharp

You let out a shaky breath, your body still trembling slightly from the aftershock of everything, but it’s a relief to be in his arms, to know that no matter what happens, you have someone by your side. You cling to him, finally allowing yourself to break down completely, something you hadn’t let yourself do in front of anyone since the whole ordeal with Naoya started.

"I'm scared, Toru," you say with a shaky voice.

"I know," he whispers. "I know."

"I-I trust you. And I like you So much, that it scares me. Because the last time I felt this way..." you start, but another wave of tears breaks through your exterior and a sob rakes through your body.

As you struggle to regain your composure, Satoru's fingers comb through your hair, soothing your senses. Your tears fall freely now as your chest heaves with every sob. Satoru’s other hand gently rubs your back, slow and soothing, as though he’s letting you to cry it out, for the storm to pass.

"I know you're scared, sweets. I know you've been through hell. But you're not alone, okay? You are so, so strong. Have I ever told you how much I admire you?" His hand cradles the back of your neck again as you curl more into him, the fragile cracks of your armor expanding further, the walls protecting you from vulnerability almost completely broken down. It’s terrifying, but somehow, it feels like the only right choice you’ve ever made.

With a broken sniffle, you mumble, "I'm can't go through that again, Toru. I can't."

"You won't," Satoru vows, his voice like a promise. Satoru’s arms tighten around you, pulling you closer as if to shield you from the weight of the world. “You won’t have to. I won’t let you.”

His words, the comfort in his presence, the softness of his touch, all make everything seem a little less daunting. In this moment, his promise feels like a fortress, one that no one—especially not Naoya—can breach. The world doesn't seem as scary with him here, holding you, keeping you safe.

You take a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside you. The intensity of everything—your fears, your pain, the remnants of betrayal that still cling to your soul—feels heavy, but with him, somehow, it feels bearable. He’s not rushing you to get over it. He’s not asking for answers. He’s just here, offering comfort in the most unspoken of ways.

You stay in his arms, allowing yourself to be vulnerable in a way you never thought possible. It’s terrifying, but it’s also freeing. With Satoru, you’re not afraid of being weak. You’re not afraid of falling apart because he’s there, catching you before you hit the ground. The strength of his presence feels like a quiet promise—that no matter what happens, you’ll never have to go through it alone again.

“I’m sorry for unloading all of this on you,” you whisper, your voice strained with exhaustion. You fear burdening him, and as much as he says you aren't one, something in you feels guilty for exposing this side of yourself. But as guilty as you feel, you don't necessarily regret it.

Satoru laughs lightly, a sound that makes the tension in your chest loosen just a little more. “Don’t apologize for that. I’m not some stranger. I’m here for you. Always will be.”

Your heart aches at the simplicity of it all. The raw sincerity in his words, the softness in his voice - it’s everything you’ve been longing for and more. The weight of your past, the betrayal, the hurt - it’s still there, but in this moment, you don’t feel like it defines you. You don’t feel like you’re drowning.

“You’ve got me, angel,” Satoru murmurs, his hand brushing through your hair, touch so soft and careful to try and calm you. “I know you’re scared, but I’ll walk with you every step of the way. We’ll face it all together.”

And that - his presence, his unwavering support - becomes the light you need to push back the darkness. You’re not alone anymore.

Maybe, in a way, he's your angel, too.

With a contented sigh, you let yourself relax into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelope you. It’s a peace you haven’t known in so long. The night ahead may still feel long, the road uncertain, but with Satoru’s arms around you, it no longer feels like you have to navigate it alone.

You drift off, finally surrendering to the comfort of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. For tonight, at least, you can rest.

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