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[hesthermay]

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

GOJO SATORU + HESTHER MAY ; HESTORU

ʚϊɞ gojo loves sweetly yet blindly. ironic, for a man with the six eyes, but it’s the truth. this is the one area where he fumbles, makes mistakes, and doesn’t always know how to amend them. but he always tries; gojo was never one to quit but when it comes to the one he loves the limits are nonexistent. he loves sweetly—like the candy and desserts he’s constantly giving or partaking, like the the scent of the flowers he always has when he comes home from a mission, like the kisses he places on the forehead of the one he holds. he loves blindly—like the way his career and title could take him away for good any day yet he vows to never let that happen, like how he could have anybody he wanted but places all bets on one person, like how he chooses to let their thoughts stay their own even though the not knowing scares him. not everything about gojo satoru is as perfect as he claims, but there are a lot of things that are.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + HESTHER MAY ; MEGUMAY

ʚϊɞ megumi doesn’t know how to love at first. really, it’s showing that he loves is whats difficult. he knows he loves this person, but in this case the act of doing is easier than showing. it takes time, but he learns by watching—watching the way they tell him they love him, watching the things they do when they feel love for him, watching the way his name looks so beautiful on their tongue when they tell him everything he needs to hear. he also learns by listening—listening to the way they talk about him and the way they love him, listening to the soft reassurances that part of loving is understanding and that his pace was the pace they’d go, listening to his heart and the way it told him to reach out and place his fingertips on their cheek. it took a little while for fushiguro megumi to learn how to live in his love, to show it to them and the world in his own special ways, but he did it; and he did it perfectly.

ZENIN MAKI + HESTHER MAY ; HESAKI

ʚϊɞ zenin maki loves silently. she’s not one to keep her comments to herself, never has been and never will be, but there is a time where the words just won’t leave her throat. hard to open up, maki seemed to put up an extra wall when it came to falling in love. her love is slow and quiet—it grows in the way she observes, in the way she listens, in the way she understands. she watches the one that loves her live in it, live life every day feeling a heavenly storm for her. she listens to them tell her that she might be a bit rough around the edges but her heart is still the puzzle piece that fits theirs. she understands that her love is silent because it is so strong that it doesn’t need to be shouted to the heavens and beyond, it’s always there and always steady and always felt. it is resilient against all odds. it is not fragile or breakable. maki may love silently but she never loves softly.

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