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[piftamere]

left unsaid - gojo satoru

synopsis : you tell him you love him for the first time and he freezes completely.

wc : 1k

tags : hurt/mild comfort, bittersweet ending, some miscommunication?

dividers by cafekitsune

a/n: i was in a weird mood and wrote this in class, so enjoy this little angsty fic :P idk if this has been done before but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️, gojo is so First love/Late spring coded to me

Satoru was sitting on the pavement in front of your house.

How long had he been there, waiting for you to come back out ?

Going over everything you said, everything he didn’t, everything he wished he did.

Replaying the "what ifs" over and over, his head in his hands, fingers entangled in the white strands of his hair.

You told him you loved him for the first time and he froze completely.

You must hate him now, he’s sure of it, how could you not when you bared yourself in front of him and he froze. He hates himself too. Maybe it’s for the best, you walking away now, before he can hurt you any more, before you hurt him.

It’s raining hard, he notices, he’s not sure when it started though, it must have been a while ago, because he’s soaked to the bones. But it’s far down the list of his priorities at the moment.

Satoru doesn’t hear the door opening, or the footsteps getting closer, doesn’t hear you call out his name. Everything drowned by the sound of the rain, by his own thoughts. He flinches when you place your hand on his shoulder.

“Satoru? What are you still doing here? You’re drenched…”

He’s staring at the ground, barely acknowledging your presence.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” You reach for his hand to pull him inside, but he won’t budge. His skin is ice cold. He turns to look at you, eyes filled with tears, and your heart sinks into your chest. He opens his mouth to speak but the words refuse to come out. He looks down, defeated, as he gets up to follow you inside.

He makes a few steps before stopping, his hold on your hand tightening.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, “I’m sorry I couldn’t say I l-” he chokes up, still unable say it.

You don’t turn around, not sure if you can stop yourself from crying if you look at him right now.

“I know, I’m sorry too.”

The sky is darkening, tiny droplets are starting to fall, you’re both laughing as you run hand in hand to your house. You spent the day together at an amusement park, stuffing your faces with sweets.

He stops a few feet from your door, circling his arms around your waist.

“Toru, what are you doing? We’re gonna be wet” you don’t try to get out of his grasp, instead walking closer to him as you chuckle, and he smiles fondly at you.

“It’s just a little water.”

“True...” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck and tiptoeing to give him a peck on the lips.

He shakes his head no, grinning, “Not good enough, try again”

So you do, who are you to refuse your boyfriend a proper kiss?

As you pull away, you decide you’re ready to tell him what’s been on your mind for weeks. You take a deep breath.

“Toru?” he hums to let you know he’s listening, “I love you”

You wait for him to say something, anything, not necessarily to say it back, but at least to acknowledge it. Instead he freezes, like a deer caught in headlights.

Your arms drop by your side. “Toru?”

“I just...” he starts rambling, “I’m sorry, I don’t-”

You cut him off, you don’t mean too but you’re raising your voice now. “You don’t? Fine, forget I said anything Satoru.” You walk away, almost running, trying your best to hide the tears forming in your eyes, but the cracks in your voice betrayed you already. All he can do is watch you leave.

You’re both inside, in silence. You try not to think about what just happened, so you make him a cup of tea to warm him up, and give him a towel.

“I put sugar in it, just how you like it.” You're uncomfortable, not knowing how to act around him anymore.

The air is thick, you’re having trouble breathing so close to him.

“Listen I-”

“You don’t have to say anything Satoru, it’s ok-”

“Please let me speak”, he cuts you off as he looks up from his cup, his eyes are pleading, still red and puffy from crying. Caught off guard, you simply nod and sit down as far away from him as possible.

“Earlier when you told me… that, I wasn’t expecting it, it left me speechless. But I didn’t mean that I don’t care about you, because I do, you’re the most important person to me, I need you to know that.” His voice is hoarse, he looks so desperate, a tear rolling down his cheek. You want to wipe it, to comfort him more than anything, but you stop yourself.

“You can’t even say it out loud?” You can guess why it’s so hard for him, the last time he loved someone it ended terribly, still your heart aches, and you find yourself wishing he would just leave.

“I’m sorry, I wish I could... but the words get stuck.”

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to say it?” Your voice shakes.

“I don’t know. I think so?” He offers you a timid, hesitant smile.

He reaches out towards your hand, holding it like it’s made of porcelain, “I’m so scared of losing you.”

Satoru is your only weakness. You can’t stand seeing him so vulnerable. It’s impossible not to cave in.

So you do. You let him hold you, caging you in his arms, his face hidden in the crook of your neck.

He takes a deep breath in. “Did you just sniff me?” You chuckled.

You feel him smile against your skin, relieved to hear you stopped crying.

“Maybe.”

“Weirdo.” you whisper.

The topic is still hanging over your heads. You’ll most likely have this conversation again, soon, when you’re both strong enough to stomach it. But in this instant, you can feel each other’s heartbeats, your tears are drying and as the rain stops, everything is fine.

[piftamere]

looking after him - suguru geto

synopsis : you come home to a messy house after suguru looked after the girls all day, so you take care of him.

tags : suguru geto x gn!reader, fluff, suguru is tired and mushy, reader is called sweetheart

wc : 856

divider by cafekitsune

a/n : i don't know what this is, enjoy

there's clothes and toys laying in your path as you cross the door into the entry of your appartement. laughter and groans can be heard coming from the living room, as well as feet dragging on the ground towards you. you look up and see a disheveled suguru looking at you (like you're his savior, like he just came back from the war front).

suguru is standing a few feet away, his usually beautiful hair is a mess, he's missing a sock and he has pen on his cheek.

you giggle at the state he's in, as you walk over to him, dropping your bag in the entryway, and he drops the toys he had in his hands. they make a soft thud as they hit the ground.

"rough day?" you cup his cheeks, placing a sift kiss on the the corner of his lips. with your thumb you trace over the mark on his face.

"you have no idea." he grimaces, wrapping his arms around you.

you look up at him and your brows furrow. reaching up you pick what seems to be the arm of a dismembered doll planted in his bun. you hold it in between your faces, having trouble holding back your laughter.

"it's okay, you can laugh. i'm in a pitiful state."

"how did this happen?" you ask with a chuckle.

"i don't know." he mumbles, dropping his head onto your shoulder.

you wrap your arms around his back, rubbing soothing circles, "why don't you go take a bath, relax and i'll take care of it, hm?"

he hums against your neck, "okay."

he heads into the bathroom as you walk into the war zone that used to be your living room. the girls are in a pillow fort, you crouch down to their level. after some negotiating they agree to tidy up while you make them dinner, their favorite of course.

suguru can hear you humming along as you cook, he sighs as he sinks into the bath, so grateful to be able to rely on you.

not without effort, you manage to put them to beds. you're only half sure they're not pretending to be asleep but at least they're in beds.

you finish picking up what's left on the floor, there's stuff everywhere. no wonder suguru is exhausted.

speak of the devil, he walks out of the bathroom as you drop on the couch. he's rubbing his eyes tiredly.

he looks even more sleepy then before, he drops on the couch next to you. he kisses your temple, whispering into your skin "thank you."

"you're welcome suguru. they had so much energy..." you sigh, sinking into the couch pillows.

he chuckles, sinking next to you, "right? they drained me."

"was your bath relaxing?" you ask, voice soft.

"it was great, thank you sweetheart." he replies, his eyes warm with affection. "have you already eaten?"

"no i was waiting for you." you say with a gentle smile.

"good." he whispered, smiling softly

"don't move i'm bringing it to you." you say as you quickly walk to the kitchen.

you set the plates down on the table but before you can sit back down on the couch, two strong arms catch you, making you fall back against suguru.

you yelp as you land on top of him. "hey!"

he cages you in his arms. nuzzling his face into your hair. "i love you."

hearing his words you stop fighting back, melting into him. "i love you too."

watching you look after your kids, after him, made him feel so warm, so loved, he couldn't stop himself from squishing you in his arms.

"i'm don't deserve you." he mumbles, his voice filled with vulnerability.

"don't be an idiot, of course you do." you respond, your tone firm yet loving.

"i'm so grateful to have you in my life."

"when you're sleepy you get mushy, you know that?" you chuckle.

"yeah..." he chuckles too, loosening his grip on you.

as you eat he tells you about all the silly things the girls did in your absence, talking about them so fondly you know his former irritation towards them has completely disappeared.

it's in moments like these that you can see how much he truly cares about them.

"your hair is getting all messy again suguru. come here." you sit back against the couch, inviting him to sit his back facing you.

he obliges and you start threading your fingers through his hair, slowly untangling the knots. strand by strand, you braid his hair. it smells nice and it's still a little damp.

by the way his shoulders slump, you can tell he's falling asleep.

when you finish you gently hold his hand, pulling him up and leading him into your shared bedroom. you whisper, "come suguru."

he mindlessly follows after you. you bring him to the bed, and after changing into comfier clothes, you climb in beside him. you both slide under the covers, and he snackes his arms around your waist, laying his head on your chest.

"goodnight suguru." you whisper, gently kissing his temple.

"goodnight sweetheart." he whispers back, and you both drift off to sleep, after an eventful evening.