#sorry for making gojo lure u into the woods he just wanted to surprise u🫶

[ghostbeam]

Hewwo :3c

For ur ask game gojo and moonlight 🌙✨

-yours spookily, mint <3

My beloved mint happy (late) Halloween I hope u like thissss<333

Gojo satoru + moonlight

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“Just a little bit further.” He tells you, pulling you through the lines of trees, the only form of light being Satoru’s phone flashlight and the moon above you.

“We’re gonna get lost.” You point out, “and I’m cold.”

He stops, turning back to look at you. He slides his coat from his shoulders and legs you climb in, the thing completely engulfing you.

“I promise we’re close. I remember that tree.” He tells you, taking your hand again and leading you once more.

“Oh, you remember that tree?” You scoff. “What about that one over there? Or how about this twig on the ground?”

“Have I ever gotten us lost before?” He asks, looking at you over his shoulder.

“Yes.” You glare.

“Name one time.”

“I can name like five!” Staring at the ground as you walk, you don’t notice when Satoru has stopped in front of you, causing you to bump into his back. He doesn’t move an inch, just reaches behind to pull you around to the front of him. With his arms around you, he shows you the scene in front of the two of you. There, in a small clearing of trees sits an extremely bright halloween themed blanket covered in various picnic foods and electric candles.

“I actually thought you were gonna bring me out here to scare me, or force me to do a ouija board, or meet the Blair Witch.” You tell him, still shocked at the kind display.

“Well, the night is young.” He shrugs. You swat at his chest with the back of your hand and move forward to sit on the blanket.

“Oh! These are my favorite!” You gasp, picking up the packages of candy sitting in a pile. You unwrap it and place it in your mouth, looking over the rest of the spread. Realization hits you, “oh, these are all my favorites.”

“I know I haven’t been around as much as I used to be.” He says, fiddling with your discarded candy wrapper. “And you’ve been talking about this full moon all month. I wanted to do this for you.”

His vulnerability shocks you. It’s not that it’s uncommon for him, but the admittance without jest is a little jarring. You don’t care that he’s been gone more often. You know he has a responsibility. He still comes home to you.

You reach up and brush your fingers against his forehead, moving his hair from his eyes, “thank you.”

The faux candlelight bathes him in a warm glow, from the the tops of his criss-crossed thighs to the line of his jaw, but you’re all moonlight.