thewondrousdreamer

[thewondrousdreamer]

TWINSS😖 I knew someone would get it.

I knew there was a reason I loved Satoru so much and it was bc he reminded me of him.

Before I got into jjk I was (and still am.) a HUGE Jojo nerd and Joseph Joestar is my favorite jojo out all the others in the franchise. I loved his humor and his witty tactics and how he didn’t care about stereotypes, he just did his own thing and was unapologetically himself and didn’t care what others thought about him and I loved that. Satoru is the same exact way he’s goofy and can easily outsmart his enemies and doesn’t care about stereotypes or what others perceive of him. But despite their silliness they’re protective of the ones they love and know when’s it’s time to get serious. They’re not afraid of sacrificing themselves to protect their loved ones. both of them are soft hearted and caring individuals that most people don’t appreciate enough bc they only see their silliness and teasing and not the raw vulnerable people that they are. They also went through the trauma of losing their best friends so they have that in common.

I have no doubt in my mind that if they would’ve met they would’ve been instant best friends.

Just look at them they’re adorable silly goobers I love them! 🥹😖

[thewondrousdreamer]

♡TANTRUMS♡

♡Synopsis♡- When Satoru returns home with your five-year-old daughter, she excitedly shares her day—only to drop an unexpected request. Seeing her friends with their little siblings, she decides she wants one too. Now, with wide, innocent eyes, she turns to you and Satoru, waiting for an answer neither of you were prepared for.

The moment Satoru steps inside, your five-year-old daughter clings to his leg, her face scrunched in deep contemplation. You barely get a chance to greet them before she stomps over, crossing her arms.

"Mommy," she starts, her tiny voice laced with determination. "I need a baby."

You blink. "A... baby?"

"Yes!" she whines, flopping onto the couch dramatically. "All my friends have little brothers or sisters! Hana, Yuto, even that meanie Reira! But me? I have nobody! It’s not fair!"

Satoru, unhelpfully, clicks his tongue. "Tough luck, huh? Must be lonely."

You shoot him a look, but he only shrugs, smirking. Meanwhile, your daughter sits up, her big, watery eyes locking onto you like a weapon. "Please? I’ll take care of them, I promise! I’ll share my toys and— and even let them play with my dolls!"

You sigh, kneeling beside her. "Sweetheart, having a baby isn’t that simple. It's a lot of responsibility."

"But I want one!" She throws herself back again, legs kicking against the cushions. "Daddy, tell Mommy!"

Satoru hums, rubbing his chin. "Well, love, if our little princess wants a sibling…" He turns to you, blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Should we start working on it?"

You gape at him. "Satoru!"

"What?" He gestures at your daughter. "She has a solid argument. We should at least consider it."

Your daughter nods eagerly. "See?! Daddy agrees!"

You pinch the bridge of your nose. This was going to be a long night.

You inhale deeply, gathering every ounce of patience in your being. "Sweetheart," you try again, voice soft, "having a baby isn’t just about wanting one. Babies cry a lot, need a lot of care, and—"

"I love babies!" she interrupts, sitting up on her knees. "I want to take care of one! I can do it, I promise!"

Satoru, the enabler, nods solemnly beside her. "She’s got a point. She’s very responsible."

You deadpan. "She once put her cereal bowl in the fridge because she thought it would turn into ice cream."

"Creative thinking," Satoru counters, completely unfazed.

Your daughter gasps, flailing dramatically. "Mommy, pleaseee!" Her tiny hands clutch at your arm, eyes glassy and pleading. "I’ll be the best big sister in the whole world! I'll teach them how to color and— and— I won’t even get mad if they mess up my toys!"

You raise a brow. "Really? You cried for an hour when your teddy bear fell on the floor."

She pouts, crossing her arms. "That was different."

Satoru leans back, arm draped over the couch as he watches, far too entertained. "Sounds like she’s pretty serious about this," he muses, grinning. Then, in a stage whisper, he adds, "And between us, I wouldn’t mind trying for another one…"

Your entire face heats up. "Satoru!"

"What?" He feigns innocence, winking at your daughter. "Mommy’s just shy. But don’t worry, princess, I’ll convince her."

Your daughter claps excitedly. "Yay! Daddy's the best!"

Oh, this was a conspiracy.

Satoru stretches, turning to you with a lazy grin. "So, sweetheart, what do you say? Want to give our little princess a teammate?"

You exhale slowly, pinching the bridge of your nose as your daughter bounces beside you, eyes wide with hope.

This was going to be an extremely long night.

You sigh, shaking your head as your daughter clings to your arm, eyes still wide with expectation. Satoru chuckles beside you, his amusement evident, but as you glance at him, his expression softens.

“Sweetheart,” you start gently, brushing a stray hair from your daughter’s face, “having a baby isn’t just about playing together. It’s a big responsibility, and Mommy and Daddy have to be ready too.”

Her lower lip trembles. “But I am ready…” she mumbles.

Satoru reaches over, ruffling her hair with a small smile. “You’d be the best big sister, no doubt about that,” he murmurs. “But sometimes, these things take time.”

She huffs, puffing her cheeks. “I don’t like waiting.”

Satoru gasps dramatically. “What?! My daughter—impatient? Impossible!” He tickles her side, making her giggle despite herself. “Wherever did you get that from?”

You shoot him a look. “Definitely not from me.”

He winks, but then his fingers find yours, giving them a reassuring squeeze. When you turn to him, he’s not teasing anymore—his gaze is steady, warm, and understanding.

“Hey,” he murmurs so only you can hear. “No pressure, alright? This is your choice too. If you’re not ready, that’s okay.”

Your heart melts at his sincerity.

You exhale, squeezing his hand back. “I know.”

Your daughter watches the silent exchange, then sighs dramatically before crawling into your lap, small arms wrapping around you. “Okay… but if I have to wait, can I at least have ice cream?”

Satoru gasps, pressing a hand to his chest. “A genius bargain! Negotiation skills on point!”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile. “Fine. But only one scoop.”

Your daughter squeals in victory, and Satoru beams. “Guess it’s a win for everyone, huh?”

As he presses a kiss to your temple, his touch lingering just a little longer, you realize—no matter what the future holds, you’d never have to face it alone♡

A/N -I hope you liked this cute lil drabble that had been on my mind for a while🤭♡

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[thewondrousdreamer]

This was the third time this week Satoru had come home late from work, well past 11 PM. You sit up in bed, faintly hearing the familiar jingle of keys and the heavy thud of his footsteps climbing the stairs.

The bedroom door swings open, and he steps in with a deep, tired sigh. The moment his eyes land on you, his expression softens. With a theatrical exhale, he yanks off his blindfold and all but collapses into your waiting arms.

"Crush me, why don't you?" you wheeze with a giggle, wrapping your arms around him. But as your fingers felt the tight tension in his body, your smile faltered.

"You calling me fat? That's offensive, you know" he mumbles, not bothering to move.

Gently, you tug his head from your shoulder, cupping his cheek and frowning at the dark circles beneath his eyes. "I hate how they work you to the bone… my poor baby"

He nuzzles his cheek into your palm, voice low and weary. "Nothing I can't handle" his reply is humorous but his exhaustion betrays him.

You give him a once over. "This is what you call handling? You look like you're about to keel over."

He chuckles finally rolling off you. "I've been through much worse, I'll live"

Sitting up, he cracks his neck and groans, while you joined him, your fingers instinctively finding the sore spot on his shoulder.

"Toru, take off your shirt and lay down" you instructed with a smile. "I'll give you a massage."

He eyes you warily "You don't exactly have gentle hands, baby. It's fine."

You gasp in shock. "What the hell Satoru? I give the best massages, now lay down"

He sighs in defeat, he knew he would regret this but he had no choice, he pulls off his shirt and lays down on his stomach, his face stuck in a grimace.

"Oh stop it, you're literally gonna eat your words in a minute" you huff, feeling insulted. How dare he question your expertise?

Another sigh escapes him followed by a soft grunt, as you straddle his back before sitting on his butt and cracking your knuckles ominously in preparation.

"Alright sweets… prove me wrong"

He flinches, feeling your fingers dig into his shoulders as you start your 'massage'. Stars flash across his vision as you massage the muscle above his collar bones like they were your mortal enemies.

"Ow! Ow! princess please not that hard!" he yelps, jerking his shoulders away.

You groan, placing your hands on his lower back. "You need to trust me, Satoru… this won't work without a little trust."

He manages a forced smile. "it's not that I don't trust you, it's that this isn't a massage"

Scoffing, you cross your arms "You're being paranoid, you're not letting yourself enjoy this"

After a moment, he sighs, "Fine then… I trust you. Go on."

With a grumble, you resume your massage. "Just relax" you whisper. But as you press in again, his body tenses and he yells, "Ow! Shit!"

"See? You don't trust me!" you exclaim, throwing your hands up in frustration.

He turns his head back to look at you in exasperation "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that you're diggin your fingers into my skin…it hurts!"

"That's the only way it'll work, Toru!"

He exhales "It doesn't have to hurt to be effective, baby. It's a massage, not a mauling."

"Very funny" you deadpan, pinching his side softly as punishment for his snark.

He flinches "I'm just saying, your version of a massage feels more like torture than relaxation"

"Fine then, sorry I tried to help" you huff, climbing off his back.

He chuckles watching you climb off angrily. "I didn't say you can't help me. I just said you can't do it the way you were. You have to softer, like this"

He turns over, laying on his back, beckoning you back onto him. He grips your hips, gently lifting you to sit on top of him.

His fingers run up and down the flesh of your thighs softly, rubbing firm but gentle circles into the muscles.

You nod, getting his point but can't resist the urge to defend the honour of your massage "mine was gentle too…"

He snorts, tilting his head "Hardly, it felt like you were trying to punish me"

"ha ha, whatever" you say dryly, climbing off him again, gesturing with your fingers "roll over, lemme try again"

He obliges, rolling onto his stomach again "Ok, I'll give you one more try. But don't make me regret this"

He's pleasantly surprised when you assume your position again and start the massage, this time much gentler.

"There, that's much better…"

He can finally feel the tensions and the pain start to ease out of his muscles, replaced by the gentle movements of your hands.

You can't help but smile "See? you just needed to trust me."

He chuckles lightly "Alright, I admit I was a bit on edge but you can't blame me after that first attempt"

"Alright alright, we get it Satoru"

He chuckles again and sighs, starting to feel his eyelids get droopy, his body relaxing entirely.

The massage goes on for a few minutes more, the atmosphere settling into a comfortable silence.

"Feeling better yet?" you ask him tenderly, only to get no response.

He had fallen asleep, his lips slightly parted, body limp. You smile, rubbing his back before slipping off him.

You place a kiss on his cheek before leaning over and turning off the lamp, leaving the soft glow of the moon to watch over the room.

"Goodnight, Satoru"

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[thewondrousdreamer]

Chat how do we feel about Self shippers? 🤔 I’m a self shipper myself in the jjk community and I personally don’t feel like we’re welcome in the fandom bc we don’t ship the characters who everyone else wants to be together like Stsg for example. I’ve seen people call us delusional bc we ship fictional characters with ourselves and actually want to be with those characters. I personally only ship the couples that are implied to like each other romantically and actually became a couple like MechaMiwa & YutaMaki I don’t ship unless the couple is healthy and actually has romantic chemistry with each other. I don’t like any of the other ships in the franchise but that’s just MY OPINION. How does everyone else feel about this?

[thewondrousdreamer]

I knew there was a reason I loved Satoru so much and it was bc he reminded me of him.

Before I got into jjk I was (and still am.) a HUGE Jojo nerd and Joseph Joestar is my favorite jojo out all the others in the franchise. I loved his humor and his witty tactics and how he didn’t care about stereotypes, he just did his own thing and was unapologetically himself and didn’t care what others thought about him and I loved that. Satoru is the same exact way he’s goofy and can easily outsmart his enemies and doesn’t care about stereotypes or what others perceive of him. But despite their silliness they’re protective of the ones they love and know when’s it’s time to get serious. They’re not afraid of sacrificing themselves to protect their loved ones. both of them are soft hearted and caring individuals that most people don’t appreciate enough bc they only see their silliness and teasing and not the raw vulnerable people that they are. They also went through the trauma of losing their best friends so they have that in common.

I have no doubt in my mind that if they would’ve met they would’ve been instant best friends.

Just look at them they’re adorable silly goobers I love them! 🥹😖

[thewondrousdreamer]

Fallacy

Pairing — Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary — Satoru loved you. And you loved him too much to let him.

Word count — 1.2k

Warnings — Pining, a smidge of angst but it definitely hurts

a/n —This is my first little thing writing for this fandom :) I hope it's something because I have no idea what's going on but maybe I'll do more <3

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“You’re staring.” 

“‘M not even staring.” 

“You are.” 

You could feel Satoru’s smirk, your gaze held firmly on the reports on the desk. There was a shuffle, and then he spoke up once more. 

“Okay, now I’m staring.” 

You raised a brow and looked out of the corner of your eye, unsurprised to find a crystalline stare free from Satoru’s blindfold. You took a deep breath before abandoning your pen on the piles of papers, turning to give him your full attention. 

“I thought you said your head hurt.” 

“It does.”

“Doesn’t seem like it to me,” you accused, looping your index finger around the material that now hung around Satoru’s neck. “Seems like you’re just fine.” 

Long fingers wrapped around your wrist. Satoru leaned down so his nose was in line with yours. “Maybe looking at you makes me feel better.” 

You scoffed, snapping his blindfold back against his neck and turning your face down to hide the heat creeping up your neck. “Don’t say stuff like that.” 

You were surprised he understood your words through the mumbling. He hummed and then your desk creaked as Satoru leaned against it, his hand coming into view as it splayed over the oak surface. He tapped his fingers against it—twice. 

“Why?” 

The smoothness of his voice startled you. The low timbre always threw you off when he got serious, his words more striking, purposeful. You looked up again. 

Of course, he was looking at you. 

He was always looking at you. 

“You know why,” you drawled, casual but with a resounding tiredness.

Satoru’s brows came together. He leaned down, figure towering over you on the desk. “I don’t. Not really. Explain it to me again.” 

You couldn’t. He always disagreed. 

“Satoru.” 

His name trailed off at the end. You leaned back in your chair, trying to put some distance between the two of you. You could remember how it felt to kiss him. You could remember how easy it would be to do it again. 

Satoru let his gaze flick over the full plane of your face, lingering at the corner of your mouth and along your hairline. He stared wistfully as he brought a hand up to twist the strands back that he found misplaced. You’d let him do that. You wouldn’t let him do more, so he selfishly took what he was allowed. 

“This is pointless.”

“It’s not,” you argued. 

“It would hurt just as much like this.” 

You knew he was right. 

“It would hurt more,” he emphasized when you stayed quiet. “It hurts now. It doesn’t have to hurt now.” 

The air in the room was pressing down on your chest. It hurt to breathe and it hurt to listen to him. 

You couldn’t tear your eyes from his, the blue so pure and always so hidden. He could tell he was hurting you, he knew that he was, but he also knew that his time on the earth was finite, even more so as the higher-ups pushed him harder and harder. 

“I can’t keep pretending I don’t love you,” Satoru almost whispered. “I don’t want to.” 

You pressed your lips into a line, lashes fluttering as Satoru’s fingers trailed down from your hairline to brush your cheek. He rested his hand on the desk once more. 

You clutched the forgotten pen in your hand, ignoring the slight burn in your waterline. “Don’t you remember how it felt?” you asked. You whispered the words, not wanting them in the air. “When he left? When Haibara—Toru, when you thought that I—” 

“Don’t,” Satoru breathed, eyes closed. The hand on the desk clenched. “You don’t have to remind me. I was there. I held you and—” 

You were speaking in half sentences and incomplete thoughts, but they didn’t need to be complete. You were both there. You both witnessed when Suguru left, when Haibara couldn’t leave—when Satoru thought you were dead and you were sure that you were. You still had the scars. Satoru knew where each of them marred your skin. 

“Then you get why this can’t happen.” 

Satoru spoke your name. “You can’t live without getting close to people. You’re already close. I already love you.” 

You looked away, finally, when he made you vulnerable. You were always vulnerable in this role—in this part you played—but he made you feel raw. The clock at the far end of the classroom kept ticking even as you wished it to stop. 

“Say it back,” Satoru softly spoke. “I haven’t heard it in a while.” 

With your gaze still trained on the back wall, you replied, “You already know I love you, Satoru.” 

White hair invaded your avoidance. Satoru had a sad, half-smile tugging at his lips. “I know. Can’t blame a guy for asking though, can you?” 

Despite the fear churning in your gut, you gave him what he wanted, even if it was short. Even if it wasn’t easy. The I love you, Satoru was quiet, and in another life would be commonplace, but in this life—the one where fear influenced each interaction—it was rare. A wide grin stretched across Satoru’s face. 

“Thank you, pretty girl.” 

It couldn’t hurt to kiss him. It hurt to not kiss him, actually, and you were once again reminded why you avoided being alone with Satoru. Only a few short minutes and you were already giving in to his incessant vies for you to simply be with him. 

And you would have given in, you thought, but then the door to your classroom burst open and the orange glow from the setting sun reflected off of a head of pink hair. Yuji was followed closely behind by Megumi and then Nobara, and the seriousness on Satoru’s face was promptly wiped clean. He sent you one last lingering look before his grin shifted a fraction—an imperceptible shift to anyone but you. 

Satoru slid off your desk and tugged his blindfold back over his eyes. You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, the air in the room becoming thinner and breathable once more. The students were rambling, going on about something you were only half-listening to. Satoru’s back was to you now, his posture slack and his gestures large as he replied to the flow of conversation. 

This was normal. 

You hid your trembling fingers, shoving them under your thighs when Yuji craned his neck around his teacher to say hello to you. Satoru had accounted for that. He had given you that time to compose yourself, covering your figure with his own—a distraction. 

Maybe you’d be able to talk about this later. Maybe you wouldn’t

There was a reason you pushed him away. 

Even if that reason protected no one in particular. 

[thewondrousdreamer]

Infinite Heartstrings

Obsessed! Satoru x fem! Reader

Genre/warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, comedy, satoru falling in love with you

Synopsis: Satoru Gojo is hopelessly smitten with you, but his usual confidence falters whenever you're around.

Note: this takes place when everything hasn't gone to depression 💔

w.c: 1.3K

Satoru Gojo was not one to lose his cool. The man who faced down curses without batting an eye, who cracked jokes mid-battle, and who carried the weight of the world on his broad, relaxed shoulders—he was unshakeable. At least, that's what everyone believed. But those closest to him, like Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri, knew better.

"He's doing it again," Shoko muttered, glancing over the top of her medical file at the white-haired sorcerer pacing back and forth in their shared lounge.

"How could anyone be so perfect?" Satoru gushed, his hands waving animatedly in the air as he recounted every detail of his latest encounter with you. "The way she smiled at me—I'm telling you, it was like the sun itself decided to bless me with its warmth!"

Suguru, leaning against the wall with an exasperated look, sighed deeply. "You’re hopeless, Satoru. We get it. She smiled at you…and to be factual she wasn't doing it just towards you"

"But it wasn't just a smile," Satoru insisted, blue eyes sparkling with an intensity that had nothing to do with his cursed techniques. "It was... it was *the* smile! Like, 'I can die happy now' kind of smile!"

Shoko rolled her eyes, closing her file with a snap. "You’ve been saying the same thing for weeks. Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?"

"Because—because—" Satoru paused, searching for the right words, his usual confidence faltering. "Because– I mean she wouldn't reject meeee …right!? …THE Satoru Gojo!? – I just gotta find the right time is all”

Suguru and Shoko exchanged a glance, the kind that spoke volumes without words. Satoru Gojo, the man who could have anything and anyone, was terrified of rejection.

When you spoke to him, it was as if the world slowed down. The way your voice reached his ears, gentle and melodic, made his heart race in a way he couldn't control. It wasn’t fair how you did that to him, how you made him—a man who usually had the upper hand—feel so completely and utterly at your mercy. That even his six eyes looked at you with pure admiration and beauty.

“God's it's as if I can stare at her soul forever”

“Do you see that! She styled her hair today!”

“Having her in our lives would feel less lonely”

“ She will love us too, right!?”

“She looks so soft…”

“Her very being is immaculate”

"Satoru?" Your voice snapped him back to reality, and he realized he'd been staring at you for a little too long. His face flushed, and he quickly cleared his throat.

"Oh, uh, yeah! Sorry, I was just... uh... admiring the view!" He cringed internally, immediately regretting his choice of words. What kind of line was that?

Surprised; you stared at him directly until you giggled, a sound that sent his heart soaring. "Your mind is getting soo cloudy lately, Gojo…but, I can't lie when you stare off into the universe, it makes you look cute!”

Cute.

You called him cute, for a brief moment Satoru's six eyes went silent.

You liked him enough to tease him!

Later that night, he found himself groaning into his pillow, replaying the conversation in his head for the hundredth time. "Cute … I can't believe she called me cute..." He grumbled, his face half-buried in the pillow, a faint blush still lingering on his cheeks. Why couldn’t he ever say something smooth to you? Something that would make you see him as the suave, confident man he was supposed to be?

But the next day, his resolve hardened. He was Satoru Gojo, after all. He could do this. He can make this right!

So, he showed up at your door with a bouquet of red tulips and baby’s breath, their soft elegance a reflection of his feelings for you. Of course, he didn’t tell you that he had grilled your friend for an hour to find out your favorite flowers.

"Red tulips?" You raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. "How did you know these are my favorites?"

Satoru grinned, pushing up his sunglasses with a cocky tilt of his head. "I have my ways. Lucky guess, maybe?"

You smiled, taking the bouquet with a gentle touch that made his heart skip a beat. "Thank you, Satoru. They're beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you," he blurted out, and immediately, his face turned red. He couldn't believe he’d just said that out loud. The normally confident sorcerer was now a stuttering, blushing mess.

"You're so sweet," you said softly, and Satoru could have sworn the entire world melted away in that moment. Just you, him, and the beating of his heart that felt louder than any curse he’d ever faced.

Satoru couldn’t take it anymore. He’d spent weeks—no, months—dancing around his feelings, trying to play it cool, trying to be smooth. But every time he saw you, every time you smiled at him, he felt like he was going to explode.

So there he was, standing in front of you, his usual swagger nowhere to be found. His sunglasses were pushed up into his hair, revealing those striking blue eyes that were now filled with nervous energy.

"Any moment i'm going to lose myself…" he stammered, his voice a little too loud, a little too shaky. You looked at him, curious and a bit concerned.

"....what?"

"I... I really like you. And not just in a 'hey, let's be friends' kind of way, but in a 'I think about you all the time and I want to be with you' kind of way, — I mean — who wouldn't want to be with me right? — you would be with me …right? " he confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush before he lost his nerve. His face was burning, and he was sure he looked like an idiot, but he didn’t care anymore.

You blinked, taking a moment to process his sudden outburst. Then, a soft smile spread across your lips, and you stepped closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek.

"Satoru Gojo," you said with a teasing lilt, "I think I like you too."

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, relief flooding through him. “Me…right? ..you mean me….not as the stro-"

Silencing him. You kissed his cheek. “I mean you Satoru …I mean you”

Satoru's heart nearly burst from his chest as your words sank in, the warmth of your kiss lingering on his cheek like a brand. For a moment, he was utterly speechless, his brain short-circuiting as it tried to process the fact that you actually liked him back.

His usual confident grin slowly returned, this time softer, more genuine, as he gazed at you with those intense blue eyes, now filled with nothing but adoration.

And for the first time in a long while, Satoru Gojo knew that he didn’t have to face the world alone. Because now, he had you.

Ooc satoru is my fav satoru

[thewondrousdreamer]

That nonsexual intimacy of just being in each other's spaces, of gravitating towards each other, always subconsciously reaching out to each other. Finding comfort and satisfaction in being close to each other, breathing each other in, existing together.

[thewondrousdreamer]

“So, you really mean it when you say you love me, right?”

Satoru’s voice carried a teasing lilt, his gaze shifting between you and the bundle snuggled close to your chest.

You raised an eyebrow, cradling your son with a gentle, protective hold. “Satoru, please, we’ve been married for five years. How could I not love you?”

“Are you absolutely suuuuure?” He pouted dramatically, leaning closer with a mock-serious expression. “Because lately, it seems like you’ve been ignoring me for someoneeee elsee over heree.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. “Oh really? And who might that be?”

With a theatrical gasp, he clutched his chest. “So you admit it! You’ve been cheating on me!”

You shook your head, amused by his over-the-top reactions. “Satoru, he’s our son,” you said, adjusting the baby in your arms. “Of course, I’m going to pay more attention to him than you.”

The baby’s wide, innocent blue eyes peered up at Satoru as if sensing his father’s dramatics. Satoru’s pout deepened as he looked at the tiny face.

“It’s not fair–,” he said, his voice a blend of genuine complaint and playful jest. “He gets to lay on your tits all day, and I have to settle for... what? The floor?”

The baby cooed softly, adding an extra layer of cuteness to the scene. Satoru glanced from you to the baby, his expression a mix of mock jealousy and affection.

“He knows what he’s doing,” Satoru said with a grin, pointing at the baby.

“Satoru…” you began, trying to suppress your laughter.

Just then, the baby, as if on cue, threw his plush toy directly at Satoru’s face. The toy hit him softly, and the baby giggled, watching with delight.

Satoru stared at his son with a mixture of affection and playful indignation. He pretended to glare, then dramatically pretended to clutch at your chest. “...those were mine first,” he said, holding onto you as if to reclaim his territory.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Satoru, you’re ridiculous!”

Satoru smirked and pulled you close, pressing his cheek against yours. “Well, if you’re going to be all about the baby, at least give me some of that love, too.”

You kissed his cheek, smiling warmly. “You’ll always get your fair share"

Satoru pouted playfully, but his eyes sparkled with affection. “Fine, but I’m expecting you to be on your knees- "

"Satoru ...not infront of our baby"

[thewondrousdreamer]

“Out of all the things that could have happened today... this is at the bottom of the list,” Megumi deadpanned, his arms crossed as he watched the floating toddler.

Yuuji, on the verge of losing it, waved his hands frantically. “How do we get her down!? Gojo-sensei is going to be coming back soon!”

“I didn’t even know she had this much cursed energy to begin with! How is it possible she’s already out and about like this!?” Nobara added, eyes wide with disbelief.

Before anyone could come up with a solution, the giggling toddler blinked out of existence, causing all three students to simultaneously shout, "Eh!?"

“She’s...” Megumi began.

“She’s gone!?” They all said in unison, now staring at the empty space where the child once was.

“What do we do!?” Yuuji panicked, grabbing at his hair.

“This wouldn’t have happened if Kugisaki hadn’t demanded we go out on one of her shopping sprees!” Megumi shot back.

“Oi! Don’t you dare pin this on me! You two were supposed to be the ones looking after her!” Nobara snapped, pushing Megumi with a sharp glare.

Before the argument could escalate, a familiar, lazy voice interrupted them.

“Now, now, let’s not fight over something soo cute.”

All three turned, only to find Gojo Satoru standing a few feet away, his wife by his side, cradling their daughter in her arms. The toddler was happily babbling and playing with her mother’s hair, seemingly unaware of the chaos she had caused.

“Gojo-sensei…” Yuuji mumbled, face turning pale.

“Umm... where did she teleport to?” Nobara asked cautiously.

Gojo grinned behind his blindfold. “Not too far. You kids are lucky... my precious little bundle of joy decided to teleport straight to us!”

You smiled warmly at the trio before your expression turned more concerned. “Are you three okay? Yuuji, you look like you’re—”

“I’m fine!” Yuuji interrupted quickly, attempting a smile that only made him look more distressed.

Nobara cleared her throat. “Are we going to get punished for this by any chance?”

Gojo tilted his head, pretending to consider. “Hmm, I don’t know... Let’s ask the missus here.” He turned to you with a teasing grin. “What do you think, my love? Should we punish these kids for allowing our precious baby of adorable life to almost get away?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, a playful glare crossing your face. “Punish them? If anyone’s getting punished, it’s going to be you, Satoru! You were supposed to be watching her!”

Megumi, Nobara, and Yuuji watched in stunned silence as you and Gojo bickered, their eyes darting between the two of you. Gojo’s dramatic pout grew deeper as you scolded him.

“I leave her with you, and everything just goes to chaos!”

Gojo’s shoulders slumped, his exaggerated sulking only causing your daughter to giggle harder as she watched her father silently sulk. “cmoonnnn you know I didn't mean too?”

You cut him off with a sigh, adjusting your hold on your daughter, who had now buried her face in your neck. “sure you dont”

The three students shifted awkwardly as Gojo dramatically sighed once more, still sulking. He leaned in toward his daughter, who was still giggling at his antics.

“Your mom is so scary, you know that?”

You rolled your eyes. “I heard that.”

Gojo laughed, his usual carefree demeanor back in full force. “Alright, alright. No harm done, right? She’s back safe and sound. So, no punishment for the kids. I think I’ve suffered enough.”

You smiled softly at him, shaking your head. “You’re impossible, Satoru.”

“But thats why yooou loooove me,” he teased, flashing you that signature smile.

Despite everything, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Unfortunately for me, yes.”

Behind you, the trio silently muttered to themselves: “why do we have to deal with this"

[thewondrousdreamer]

“ Irresistibly Drawn ”

Gojo Satoru x reader

Synopsis: Satoru is usually unfazed by the world around him, but now he finds himself obsessed with you, torn between playful teasing and a deepening affection.

Genre/warnings: fluff is so soft, light Jealousy on gojos part, playful banter ,unspoken feelings, pining, gojos six eyes are constantly looking at you with hearts all over

Note: suguru lowkey would be a good bf

w.c: 1.5K

It was a peculiar thing, the way Satoru Gojo found himself inexorably drawn to you. A man of unparalleled talent, charisma, and presence, he was rarely one to be captivated by anything that did not directly challenge him. Yet here he was, seated in his usual spot in the back of Yaga's class, his cerulean eyes drifting toward you like the moon tugs at the tide.

You sat just a few rows ahead, head slightly tilted in concentration, your brow furrowed as you absorbed Yaga’s lesson. For the life of him, Satoru couldn’t tell you what the class was about. Not because he couldn’t, but because it didn’t matter. Nothing in that moment mattered except the way you were lost in thought. He felt a strange satisfaction in knowing you were this focused on something, but all he could think about was how lovely you looked—how the sunlight spilling through the window softly illuminated the curve of your cheek, the strands of your hair that framed your face.

He leaned back in his chair, one long leg casually crossing over the other, as if utterly indifferent to the world. Yet beneath the veneer of laid-back carelessness was a growing restlessness, an unfamiliar tension that knotted in his chest. Why were his eyes always drawn to you? Why did it bother him when Suguru leaned in close to offer you help, his warm laugh filling the room as you fumbled through the training exercises?

Satoru had never considered himself jealous. Jealousy was a weakness, and he was anything but weak. But when Suguru’s hand had brushed yours that day, when he'd caught you mid-stumble with an effortless grace, a smile playing on his lips, Satoru’s jaw had tightened. His fists had clenched at his sides, the itch to intervene almost unbearable. He hadn’t, of course. That wasn’t his style. But the irritation simmered beneath his calm exterior, the feeling foreign and unwelcome. That even his own six eyes grew in irritation.

She wouldn't choose suguru over us would she?

He's a certified pretty boy on both ends of the spectrum losing to him would feel worse than anything we have dealt with

Not unless we get to her first

Are we seeing the exact same thing?

Her heart is increasing

Let's just play it safe…for now ..

That evening, he’d found himself sprawled on his dorm bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene in his mind. Why did it bother him so much? Why was it Suguru’s grin, your laughter, the brief contact of your hands that haunted him?

When Yaga had offhandedly commented on Satoru’s distraction during class—teasingly suggesting that someone had “taken up residence in his mind”—it was like a light had flickered on in the darkest corners of his consciousness. The realization hit him all at once, as sudden and unavoidable as a torrent breaking a dam. It wasn’t jealousy he felt.

It was something much worse. He was smitten.

Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, the invincible prodigy, was utterly and hopelessly smitten with you. And it terrified him.

The next morning, he woke with a pounding heart, the memory of Yaga’s teasing and his own restless thoughts gnawing at him. He couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t think straight. Suguru’s knowing laughter had echoed in his ears after he’d confided in him, and though Satoru had laughed it off, the weight of it sat heavy in his chest. There was only one way to settle this.

So when he spotted you after class, your figure small and unassuming as you descended the steps, he found himself moving before he could think. His long strides carried him toward you, the steady thrum of his heart growing louder with each step. He felt like a fool. Satoru Gojo, who had never been nervous in his life, now felt his pulse racing, his stomach twisting with a kind of anticipation that was wholly unfamiliar.

When you finally came into view, your feet barely making a sound as you stepped lightly on the path, he stopped in his tracks. You looked up at him with those wide, curious eyes, a slight smile playing at your lips. It was the kind of smile that made something in him soften, that reminded him just how fragile this feeling was, how much power you unknowingly held over him.

“Satoru?” Your voice was gentle, laced with surprise, and it hung in the air between you both, soft like the afternoon breeze.

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, words caught somewhere between his mind and lips. How could he, the one who always knew exactly what to say, find himself so completely undone in your presence?

What do we say?

Say something…

.. she's looking straight at us

For a brief moment, the idea of deflecting with one of his usual jokes crossed his mind—a laugh, a quip, something to brush this moment away. But the look in your eyes stopped him. There was a warmth, an openness, that seemed to unravel all of his carefully constructed bravado.

“I—” he began, hesitating, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t stop looking at you.”

The confession felt startlingly simple, but its weight settled in the air between you, thick with unspoken meaning. You blinked, taken aback for a heartbeat…

That's the best we can come up with?

We have done better than this ..

before a smile tugged at the corners of your lips—a knowing smile, one that made his heart stutter in his chest.

“Is that so?” you asked, a light laugh escaping your lips as you tilted your head at him. “And what exactly am I supposed to make of that? Do you actually mean it, Satoru, or is this just another one of your games?”

His smirk silently returned, the familiar glint of humor and charisma flashing in his eyes. “Oh, I mean it. I don’t throw around compliments unless they’re deserved. And trust me, you’ve been distracting me all day.”

Your smile deepened, but your voice carried a playful edge as you crossed your arms. “Distracting you, huh? Should I feel honored? Or is this just your way of telling me you’ve been spacing out instead of actually ”

“Heyyyy,” he leaned in ever so slightly, the mischievous grin never leaving his face, “can you blame me thoughhh? You’re a lot easier on the eyes than whatever there is going on. Honestly, I think you’ve made my life more bearable to deal with.”

You rolled your eyes, but your expression softened in amusement. “Is that all I am to you? Just a way to pass the time?”

“Not at all,” Satoru said, and for a moment, his voice lost some of its teasing lilt. “If you must know, I’ve been thinking about you—quite a bit, actually.” His gaze held yours for a moment longer, the humor in his tone giving way to something more genuine.

I can't read to her …

Well read harder?

Her heart is steady

And her eyes are so direct to us

..Is she teasing?

There was a pause before you spoke again, the playful spark still dancing in your eyes. “Well, since you’ve been so preoccupied with me, what are you going to do about it?”

He blinked, a bit caught off guard, but quickly recovered with a low chuckle, brushing a hand through his hair as he leaned back with that signature ease. “I was thinking of taking you out far with me …something to ease up our little life into something far more exciting..maybe some fun in the city?”

“Hmm,” you mused, feigning thoughtfulness. “And what makes you think I’d accept such an offer?”

Satoru grinned, the confidence returning full force as he straightened up. “Cmoonn you really going to say no to me?, your favorite? —letting go of such an offer as my wallet in your hands?”

You shook your head, laughing softly at his audacity, but there was a flicker of excitement in your smile. “Alright then, why don’t you meet me outside the tech’s gates later? And we’ll see if you can keep me as entertained in person as you claim.”

Satoru’s eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his features, but he quickly masked it with his usual bravado. “Wait, you mean today? ...Like, today today?”

You giggled, taking a step back, your laughter light as it filled the space between you. “Yes, today. If you really mean what you say, I’d love to see you try.”

This is working

How is this working?

Don't question it

He felt his heart skip, his usual mask slipping for a moment as something warmer, more real, surfaced beneath the swagger. “Then I guess I’ll have to bring my A-game. But don’t think I’ll let you win so easily. I’ve still got a reputation to uphold.”

You turned with a playful smile, your voice drifting back to him as you walked away. “Oh, don’t worry, Gojo. I’m expecting a challenge.”

He watched you leave, his grin widening as a thought flickered in his mind—perhaps, just this once, losing wouldn’t be so bad.

Listen I just want a smitten gojo who wants us internally ...mmhkay?

[thewondrousdreamer]

Satoru is … obsessed with your lips.

For the most part.

He gets away with a lot under the guise of being your best friend—looping an arm around your shoulders, keeping you close in crowded rooms, resting his chin on your head, calling you every ridiculous pet name under the sun. But the lip thing? That’s different. That’s something else entirely.

Because he can not stop.

He does it constantly—cuts you off mid-sentence with a quick peck, presses lazy kisses to the corner of your mouth when you’re focused on something else, and—on more than one occasion—drags the tip of his tongue over your bottom lip just to see you gasp.

You slap his arm the first time he does it. “’Toruuu, you can’t just do that?”

He just grins, impossibly bright, tilting his head. “But why, baby?, can't I just kiss you once?”

And then there are the moments when he gets carried away—when a quick, teasing kiss turns into something else. When his grip tightens, when the playful edge in his touch disappears into something desperate and consuming.

Like now.

His lips move against yours with an intensity that borders on ravenous. His hands are everywhere—one gripping your waist, the other buried in your hair, keeping you exactly where he wants you. You barely have time to breathe before he pulls you back in, swallowing the sound that leaves your lips.

He kisses you like he’s been drowning forever, and you’re the first breath breaking through his lungs. Like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the world.

You try to pull away—to say something, to tease him, to scold him for acting like he’s starved for you—but the moment you do, his teeth catch your lower lip in a warning nip. A soft, stay.

And you do.

Because how could you not?

His hands are rough, gripping, holding—like he wants to leave his mark on you, like he wants you to remember. But when they reach your face, when his fingertips brush against your cheeks, his touch turns unbearably soft.

Like you’re something fragile. Like you’re something precious.

His thumb traces along your jaw, his lips slowing, pressing against yours over and over, softer now, reverent. Like he’s memorizing you. Like he’s terrified you’ll slip away the moment he lets go.

And maybe that’s what ruins you most.

Not the desperate, breath-stealing kisses. Not the bruising grip.

But the way he holds you like you’re a dream—one he’s afraid to wake up from.

[thewondrousdreamer]

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[thewondrousdreamer]

after years of dating satoru gojo you’ve come to realize one of the most difficult tasks was trying to get out of bed when he was there.

the man only slept four hours a day yet he always seemed to be there when you woke up.

satoru would normally get back home around three or four in the morning. at this point you had already been asleep for awhile.

he’d smile at the sight of your sleeping form, feeling a bit guilty he wasn’t able to be here before you fell asleep.

he tried to get home earlier but he always had so much to do. unfortunately his job interfered with how much time he got to spend with you, and quite frankly he hated it.

sighing, he would let his shoulders relax, reaching up to take his blindfold off before slipping off his jacket, his pants and shirt following. finally able to relax after hours of having infinity up.

slowly he would lift the covers, being careful to not wake you up. he’d slide in right next to you, claiming his spot in your shared bed.

he would gently grab your arms, moving them from the pillow you were cuddled up to over to him. he hated that pillow, it was always stealing his lover.

satoru would never admit this but he really liked watching you sleep. the way it sounds is exactly why he doesn’t tell you about it.

he loved seeing how peaceful you looked, especially when you were cuddled up right next to him. god he loved cuddling.

having you pressed up against him might’ve been one of his favorite things in the world. actually, scratch that. it was one of his favorite things in the world.

he was careful when he wrapped his arms around you, making sure you weren’t gonna stir as he got comfortable.

another thing he loved was when you would mumble something in your sleep and snuggle even closer to him. he loved you so much, oh my god.

everything you did made him so happy. he genuinely could not believe he was graced enough to come home to you every night.

his love for you grew everyday, every time you greeted him, every time you two hugged or kissed, every time you smiled at him, every time you two took a shower together, every time you two watched a movie together, every time you two were simply being lazy together.

he could go on and on about you, he loves you so much, he’ll never get tired of saying it.

as he falls asleep he thinks about you, thinks about how much he loves you and cares about you, he thinks about how he’ll always cherish you and always protect you.

but as daylight rolls around and the sunlight starts peeking in through the curtains, this is when satoru gojo is the most clingy.

as you wake up, feeling groggy and tired, you look down, seeing the position you and satoru had somehow achieved during the night.

the only limb you could move was your left arm, the reason being laid on top of your chest right now.

all you could see was his snowy white hair, light snores coming from the lump on top of you.

satoru had his full body weight on you, his legs were tangled with yours, his side pressed against your right arm, which you know is gonna be sore when you get up because of it.

as you moved your left arm, trying to prop yourself up, you instantly got tugged closer to the sleeping man you call your boyfriend.

his arms were wrapped around you so tight you were barely able to breath, let alone move. you tried escaping his grasp for a few minutes before realizing it was inevitable.

your only option was to wake up the sleepy sorcerer. using your left arm, you gently place it on the males shoulder, shaking him a bit.

he groans, nuzzling his face closer to your chest, returning back to his rest. you shake his shoulder again, whispering his name in attempt to get his attention.

he stirs, groaning again before muttering a low “what..?” against your shirt. you move your left hand to his hair, gently stroking it, hoping his conscious will convince him to look up at you.

after a moment, you hear a quiet sigh, watching as satoru lazily pulls his head up to look at you. a small frown on his face from being woken up.

the sight of him brings a small smile to your face. his sleepy cerulean eyes stared into yours, his hair was all messy and standing up in every direction yet he still looked so beautiful.

you never would understand how this man was able to look absolutely stunning no matter what he was doing.

your fingers continued carding through his hair as you softly giggled at his pouting face. “I need to get up..” his frown instantly deepened, he furrowed his brows, obviously not happy with your words.

he doesn’t make an attempt to move, resting his chin back on your chest as he replies. “mmm no thanks.” his voice was raspy, he knew you loved it and he always used it to his advantage.

you sigh, used to having satoru do this. it happened almost every morning. you were thankful when he got up easily, wondering what was different about those times compared to now.

“satoru… we go through this every morning.” you complains, groaning in annoyance. satoru only smiled, humming knowingly.

“which is exactly why you should know my answer by now.” his tone was smug, the tiredness in his voice still lingering.

he had an innocent look on his face, his small smile and incredibly distracting eyes making it difficult for you to fight him. “satoru.. please..”

satorus face fell slightly, quickly masking it behind his smile. he was weak to your begging, though he wouldn’t give up so easily.

the strongest sorcerer could effortlessly keep his partner in bed. cmon, compared to what he did everyday this was a piece a cake.

satoru leaned closer, bringing his face to your ear as he whispers, his voice low and seductive. “you really think that’ll work on me still, pretty?”

you glance at him, feeling your cheeks warm up at his compliment, narrowing your eyes at his expression. he had a smug grin on his face, his eyes traveling all over yours.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you mumble, playing dumb to his words, knowing they gave you butterflies.

even after years he still gave you butterflies, sometimes you felt embarrassed because he made you feel like a teenager in love for the first time.

satoru would never make fun you for it though, he loved being able to make you feel like that. all he wanted was for you to be happy and to feel loved and he took the way you acted as a sign he was doing something right.

“..really? you’re telling me you didn’t specifically lower your voice to try convince me to get off you?” that was 100% what you were trying to do, but you weren’t gonna admit it because it didn’t work.

you shook your head, causing satoru to raise a brow in disbelief. you raise your left hand in defense, trying to look more convincing. he only blinks, looking at your hand and then you.

“okay.. whatever you say.” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek before reclaiming his spot on your chest.

he sighs in content, acting as if he was ready to go back to sleep. you weren’t gonna let him win so easily, you just had to be a bit more… convincing.

“satoru.. cmon.. if you loved me you would let me get up.” this instantly got his attention, raising his head he pouted at you, “that’s not fair.”

you grin, feeling your hopes get up at the chance of being able to finally get up. satoru frowns at the sight of your grin, sighing dramatically as he mutters.

“if you don’t like me you can just tell me, yn..” his voice barely above a whisper. your grin drops, feeling a bit guilty before realizing this was his tactic.

“don’t play the guilt tripping card on me, mister.” you retort, giving the side of his head a small flick. he whines, loosening his grip slightly.

“okay. I understand. you deserve better anyway, someone who isn’t as clingy or needy as me, right?” he mumbles in response, this might’ve been the most self aware he’s ever been.

you sigh, “satoru.. you know it’s not like that, I love you.” he simply shakes his head, rolling off of you and laying on his back.

he has a frown on his face, he stares at the ceiling blankly. you take this time to stretch, feeling your limbs for the first time since last night.

as you sit up, satoru doesn’t bother glancing at you, he doesn’t say a word. when you look over at him you feel a tug on your heartstrings, your body wanting to react to seeing him sad.

the urge to wrap your arms around him and hold him close growing every second you stare at his frown. you knew this was all part of his plan yet you couldn’t tear yourself away.

it felt all too natural, almost as if your instincts were telling you to comfort the man you loved. begrudgingly you look away, shaking away the thoughts of satoru.

you were not gonna give into him this time. instead you stand up, making your way to the bathroom to do your morning routine.

usually satoru would come in while you were brushing your teeth, he would wrap his arms around you and lean his head against you, but as you put the toothpaste on your toothbrush there was no sign of the male.

he was standing his ground this time, it would be funny, if you didn’t feel something eating at your stomach as you think about him lying there.

you can’t get rid of the image of him on your bed, sad and alone as you brush your teeth. feeling your restraint crumbling with every passing second.

you finish brushing your teeth, wiping off your face before slowly dragging yourself back through the door. you look at the bed, seeing satoru still there, he was really committed this time..

slowly you walk back over to the bed, dragging a hand down your face as you feel yourself giving in to the white haired man.

as you slide back in under the covers, satoru finally glances at you, frown still on his face. you both lay there, staring for a moment before you move closer, wrapping your arms around him like you wanted to do earlier.

you sigh, feeling your boyfriend make no move as you speak. “you know I love you so much, right..?”

satoru looks up at you, a small smile forming on his face and it makes your heart clench. he nods slightly, wrapping his arms around you as well. “..yeah.”

you squeeze him a bit tighter, the both of you pulling each other closer under the warmth of your blankets.

satoru nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing kisses into your skin, his hair tickling your jaw as he does so.

after a moment, satoru pulls back, smiling at you before leaning in, your lips meeting his. both of you smiled against the kiss, his smile from his victory and your smile in disbelief at how he can get you to do anything.

the both of you pull back after a few seconds, staring into each others eyes before satorus smile widens. “so… I win?”

you scoff playfully, ruffling his hair before sighing. “shut up. it doesn’t count because you actually made me sad.”

satoru chuckles, pressing another kiss to your lips. “I had to play dirty.. how else would I have got you to stay with me?”

you only shake your head in response, watching satoru with a small smile. he continues to press kisses all over your face, making sure no part of your skin goes untouched.

then he hums, completely relaxing against you once again. he lays his head on your chest again, listening to your heartbeat, feeling himself get lulled back to sleep.

as much as you wanted to be mad, a part of you was glad he kept you in bed. satoru didn’t sleep enough, and yeah you knew he had reverse cursed technique but you still worried.

as he fell asleep, you stared down at him, wondering how you were gonna deal with his idiocy for the rest of your life.

well, not that you were upset about it, it was fun, he was fun. satoru was an incredible lover and everything he did he hoped would benefit you, except when it came to your mornings together.

you knew you were gonna have to deal with this again tomorrow morning, but you would make sure to win then.

for now though, you’ll just let satoru have his way. you’ll let him sleep, knowing he’ll wake back up in an hour or two, having to leave you to go teach his students and exorcise curses.

but for now, he was all yours, and you’ll just have to have lunch with him instead of breakfast.

[thewondrousdreamer]

Hi, I want to start sharing my art..! I'm multifandom, but i really like gojo! I've lurked on Tumblr for a long time but never really posted, so please bear with me ^^!

[thewondrousdreamer]

satoru who reads one online article on how to make his crush fall in love with him and is convinced that the best way to do so is to watch horror movies with you. he plans it all out in his head: you'll get scared and he'll wrap an arm around you and tell you that there's no reason for you to be afraid since he's with you and he'd never let anything bad happen to you. and afterwards, you'll fall asleep with your head on his shoulder or in his lap and realize you're so in love with him you never want to leave him.

only problem? he doesn't account for the fact that you may not get scared.

so when the time comes around and he's set everything up and presses play on the movie, he's so excited he can barely contain himself. he doesn't even watch the movie, his eyes are trained on you, waiting for the perfect moment when you cover your face with your hands and only peek at the screen.

only… that moment never comes. he sits through all of the one hour and fifty minutes that the movie runs and you don't get scared. you don't hide behind him. you don't even flinch at the loud noises and the ugly monster. but now the movie's over and realistically, he has no reason to keep you there.

“i think i'll have to leave now, satoru,” you say after a while, looking down at your phone. “it's getting late.”

he gives an awkward laugh. “hey, c'mon. it's not that late yet. let's watch another one!”

he bothers you until you sigh and agree because it's satoru and he'd never let you go otherwise. he bribes you by telling you that you can pick the movie this time around.

another thing he didn't account for in his plan is that he may end up being the one getting scared.

whatever hellish movie it is you put on, it is not up satoru's alley. when there's a particular bad jumpscare—which you don't react to either—he actually flinches hard, his arm wrapping around you shoulder. he buries his face against your neck with a pout on his lips.

this isn't how it was supposed to go! the stupid article didn't say anything about this!

but once you place your hand on his head and run your fingers through his hair, he realizes that this isn't so bad either. he spends the rest of the movie flinching and whining at every little thing just so he has an excuse to hang on tighter.

[thewondrousdreamer]

most of the time, satoru wakes up before you but despite it, he likes to look at your sleeping figure when the sun’s rays casually fall on your skin and his fingers involuntarily touch you, slowly tracing your back with his fingers, drawing constellations.

you get up slightly and he stops, grinning at your sleepy face, “are you awake, pretty?” but you put your head on his chest, “apparently not” your cheek rests against gojo; you whisper softly, “keep going” he smiles and hugs you, going back to his ritual again.

“little sleepyhead.”

“It’s not my fault that i feel good with you.”