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Satoru Gojo
[Chapter 23] Apologies
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âWhat do you need, Satoru?â Youâre more than annoyed when youâre called into his office. You cross your arms, raising your brow as you look at him. The man looks a little too comfortable in his chair, and youâve seem to stop caring about how he behaves. If you looked closer, youâd see him fidgeting with his fingers, something he rarely does.
âI was wonderingâŠâ He begins, and you feel yourself get more and more irritated by the second. Heâs wasting your time. âDo you have any plans on Friday?â
âWork, and maybe take Ren to the movie theater to watch a new kidsâ movie.â You answer, and at first you donât understand why he asks. But then it clicks, and you find yourself even more irritated than before⊠Heâs not planning on asking you out, is he? Heâs not crazy enough to do that, at least you hope he isnât. Satoru has changed a lot, you never know just how crazy heâs gotten.
âCan we go out?â He blurts out, tripping over his words and it almost makes you laugh because heâs so nervous. But then you realize that heâs actually asking you out, and you furrow your brows.Â
âRen is coming along, right?â You question before deciding to berate him. Maybe youâre reading things wrong, and you donât want to argue with him for no reason, so you allow him to make himself clear. But he shakes his head, and you try to take a deep breath to gather your thoughts, âWhat do you want, Satoru?â
âI feel like we have to properly talk about everything, and sadly, we canât do that when Ren is around.â Satoru says, and he isnât wrong, but you donât really want to fix anything if it means that you have to be alone with him for an extended period of time. Youâre not sure what youâd do if you were alone with him, the moment you get your hands on him you might strangle him.Â
âI donât feel like itâs time yet, Satoru.â You tell him, and he bites his tongue. He thinks of how to argue with you, make a point that going with him is a smart decision. Itâll improve your relationship so you can be better parents to Ren.
âRen notices thereâs something wrong with us and he wonders why.â Satoru points out which isnât a lie. When Ren was staying over he asked why you were so mean to him or something like that, and Satoru didnât know how to explain himself. But he knows well that it isnât the reason why heâs asking you to dinner.Â
âWhy donât you tell him that itâs because his dad is a littleââ You begin but you cut yourself off. Youâre mad at him, you canât deny that, but it seems that he just wants to make sure your relationship is better so you can parent Ren cordially. You have been rather mean with him lately, so youâll control your tongue. âI just donât see the point of going out alone, our relationship can get better with Ren there..â
âDonât you want to talk about heavier topics? Youâll have to tell me whatâs on your mind, and you know that having Ren there isnât the best idea.â Satoru argues, and you hate the fact that heâs actually making a good point. âItâs a nice place.â
âFine, just text me the address and the dress code. Donât take me anywhere too fancy, I usually donât like the food there.â You answer, and Satoru nods in response. He has very different plans. Ones that probably arenât crossing your mind.Â
Ren is fairly surprised when you tell him that youâre going out with his daddyâ And you arenât taking him along. Heâs unsure what you could possibly do, but when he hears that heâs staying with your mom, he stops caring quickly. Ren loves spending time with his grandmother, so he doesnât have an issue being with her all night.Â
âWhere are we going?â You ask Satoru when you get into his car, and he tells you that itâs a surprise. Youâre not exactly excited nor do you wonder what the surprise is. The car ride is quiet, Satoru tries to make conversation that you donât care to engage in even though you know you should. This is to talk about the issues that you have, but you donât really want to talk.
He turns right, and youâre met with a gate which makes you furrow your brows. Where the hell did he take you? The gate opens and he drives into the place. The house is beautiful, you canât deny it, but you have no idea why youâre here.Â
âWhy are we here?â You ask him when he parks the car. Are you here for business? The lights are on so you assume someone lives in the place. Heâs fighting back a smile, getting out of his car and running to your side to open the door for you.
âWeâre meeting someone here.â He tells you, and you almost roll your eyes. You shouldâve known dinner couldnât have gone so smoothly. âI promise itâll be fun, nothing weird.â
âI have no option to trust you, do I?â You respond, following behind him after getting out of the car. You look at the house, one that you could only afford in your dreams. Well actually, it isnât impossible now. Regardless, itâd take so many years of your own effort to buy it.Â
You get confused when he opens the door with his own key, and you sigh, knowing that heâs just going to show off his new place. You step inside, and the place is bare, which is to be expected since it seems new. You clear your throat before speaking up, âWho exactly are we meeting?â
He grabs your hand, and you roll your eyes again but you donât yank your hand out of his grasp. He takes you to the huge kitchen, and he points to the person youâre meeting. Satoru says, âThis is our chef for the night. Heâll make whatever you want to eat.â
âOh.â Youâre fairly shocked, but you arenât too mad. âOkayâŠâ
âI hope itâs better than a restaurant.â Satoru laughs, trying to play it off as a thoughtful act. It is creative, and you canât exactly complain. But you know that part of the reason he does this is because he doesnât really remember what you like. âCâmon letâs take a seat. Iâll tell him what we want when you decide.â
âWell⊠What can I order?â You ask curiously, wondering what the chef has on hand. Sometimes you forget that Satoru is filthy rich and can buy out an entire grocery store without an issue.Â
âHeâll make anything you want.â Satoru answers with a smile as he leads you to the dining room. It has a huge table, one that reminds you of his motherâs house. Itâs huge, it can fit many people, but most of the time itâll be empty. He waits for you to take a seat, knowing that if he takes a seat first, youâll go as far away as possible. âWhen you decide Iâll tell him.â
âI really donât know. You can pick.â You respond, pulling a chair and taking a seat. He takes a seat right beside you, and you tense up. You canât help but point out, âYou have so many other chairs.â
âWeâre here to talk, are we not?â He tells you, and you roll your eyes. He isnât wrong, but he doesnât have to sit so close when there are so many other chairs. You donât want him so close. He clears his throat before saying, âDinner is for you, you can pick.â
âI guessâŠâ You try to come up with something but you donât. Satoru taps his finger on the table, growing impatient. âCanât you just pick? Iâve already been forced to be here tonight.â
âFine.â Satoru ends up sighing. He stands up and walks to the kitchen to put in his request, leaving you alone to stare at your surroundings. Itâs a beautiful home, but you would change the little decorations that youâve seen. Itâs not up to you anyway.
You hear your phone ring, grabbing it from your purse. You notice that Suguru calls, and you debate on rejecting the phone callâ Youâve been ignoring him for so long, but itâs about time you answer his call. Satoru is in another room so you can make it quickly. You end up picking up the phone, bringing it to your ear, âHi Suguru.â
âHiâŠâ He answers, sounding shocked that you actually picked up the phone. âCan we talk?â
âUmâŠâ You donât know how to answer. You just know you have to do it before Satoru gets back because youâre not sure that Suguru hearing Satoruâs voice is a good idea. You donât know your way around the house, but you stand up from your chair and walk out of the living room, just in case Satoru gets back and makes himself known. âActually, Iâm out to dinner with someone so I canât right now⊠Do you want to meet up soon?â
âYeah, we can do that.â He agrees. âSo, what do you want to do?â
âHow about we meet at a cafĂ©?â You ask, and you hear Satoru call out your name, telling you that you have to hang up the phone. âIâll text you the details, I have to go now. Bye.â
You hang up the phone, and turn around to find Satoru, who finally spots you. He raises his brows, asking, âWho were you talking to?â
âDoes it concern you?â You reply which makes Satoru chuckle. He guesses it doesnât. You two walk back to the dining room, sitting back in the same spots. You start off with a simple appetizer, and some drinks, food that you know Satoru loves. You eat in silence, and youâre forced to speak up, âYou insisted that we have to talk, so talk, Satoru.â
âI want to⊠Apologize.â He begins and when he doesnât get any more specific, you reply with,
âFor?âÂ
âForâŠâ Itâs hard to get the words out even though he knows exactly what he should apologize for. He bites down his lip as he gathers his words. How can he say it without sounding like a total jerk. He blurts out, and you barely understand what he says, âFor leaving you when you needed me without an explanation.â
âAnd?â You respond because heâs still missing a bit. You feel yourself getting more annoyed by his silence, and you have to take a deep breath to compose yourself. âI mean, you left me for money, is that the best you can do?â
âI just donât know how to properly apologize, you should know Iâm not used to apologies.â He claims, and you roll your eyes. Of course he says that instead of thinking of a way to apologize better. He watches you cross your arms, a look of clear anger on your face. âI shouldnât have done that, I know.â
âYou know? But you changed your number and completely cut me out of your lifeâ And not for love, because as much as it hurts, I wouldâve preferred you leaving me because you fell in love with someone else⊠Maybe I wouldâve understood it better.â You begin, and you feel your heart break again. You thought you had gotten used to the fact that Satoru left you for his own financial benefit. âI donât even get why you cut me off completely⊠Maybe if you had explained everything to me then maybe I could have stuck around but you decided that you wanted me out of your life completely.â
âI just thought you deserved to move on and forget about me.â Satoru argues, and your hands ball up into fists. Heâs trying to save his own ass, and it bugs you. The benevolent Satoru. âI just didnât know you were pregnant with Ren.â
âYou know, Satoru, it hurts to know that you were fine with leaving me like nothingâ And honestly Iâm glad that you cut me off when I was about to tell you that I thought I was pregnant.â You feel tears well up in your eyes but you hold them back. Itâs fine, youâre fine. Youâre over it. You are. âHave I never been worth anything to you?â
âOf course you do, you areââ You cut him off before he can finish his sentence.
âNot just as Renâs mother, because before that I was your friend and your girlfriend for so many years.â You try not to let it show that youâre deeply hurt, but it shows. Itâs hard not to because the man that you swore you would spend the rest of your life with quickly disregarded your relationship⊠And the only reason he seems to regret everything is because of his son. âWas your love just a lie?â
âItâs not like that. You know that I love you so much.â He says and his words sting. How dare he say that he loves you? How does he have the audacity to say that? âI justâŠâ
âJust what?â You donât even give him a chance to finish his sentence. âDonât you ever say that you love me again, Satoru.â
âYou know my mom wouldâve made your life miserable if I hadnât gone with Sayo, in the end, I did what was best for the two of us.â Satoru argues, and you stand up from your chair. You canât stand to be in the same place as him anymore. He watches you begin to walk away and he has to stand up as well, âWait, letâs finish this, please. For Ren.â
âNo, I have to go. I canât stand to be in this place with you any longer. Youâre so⊠Why canât you just admit that youâre fucking selfish? Not only that, just admit that you havenât cared about me, Satoru. I have always come second to you, and suddenly youâre acting like you arenât at fault for this, that your mother forced you to make the choice when we both know that you made that choice all on your own.â It genuinely hurts you that Satoru ended up being a completely different personâ Or maybe Satoru was this same person all along, you just hadnât noticed it before.
âYouâre right. I did. I made the decision all on my own and I canât blame anyone else.â He finally admits, which should give you some satisfaction but it doesnât. Youâre taking deep breaths to stop yourself from crying but the tears are coming down your face. Satoruâs heart breaks as he finally watches you break down, and he steps toward you to comfort you. He pulls you into a hug, âIâm so sorry, please donât cry.â
Itâs so tempting to hug him back, but you canât. You push him away, you donât want to be met by his warm embrace; you donât need his comfort. You wipe away your tears, âIâll forgive you for Ren, but donât you ever try anything with me.â
âOkayâŠâ He responds, but knowing Satoru, the last part went in one ear and out the other. âCâmon, letâs sit down, our main course is almost ready.â
âI want to go back home to my baby boy.â You tell him, and Satoru sighs. He canât argue and say anything thatâll make you want to stay a little longer, so he wonât keep you here.
âI also had a surprise for you.â Satoru mentions, but you arenât really interested. âIâll tell you when itâs more ready though, and when youâre less mad at me.â
âLetâs just go.â You respond, really not caring to ask. He doesnât spark curiosity in you. Just as you begin to walk out of the dining room, your chef comes out with the main course. He sets it down on the table, and your eyes spark. You look back at Satoru a little shocked but you proceed to tell him, âI changed my mind.â
âReally?â He has to fight a smirk off his face. You really thought you had him read like a book, but perhaps you are wrong in some aspects. He jokingly asks, âWhy is that?â
Itâs your favorite meal.
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Satoru Gojo
[Chapter 22] Upset
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Youâre not exactly on the best terms with Satoru when your vacation comes to an end. You try to act like youâre fine, but you canât stand even looking at him. Perhaps you shouldnât have asked for the reason why he left if you knew you couldnât handle the truth. Everything with Satoru was doing great until you decided to ask that question. You knew you shouldâve left it alone, but curiosity got the best of you.
Satoru knows that he messed up, he knew so long before but now youâre⊠Even colder towards him. He never really thought that was possible, but youâve proved him wrong. Maybe itâs because now that he knows that you have a son together, you should communicate more, yet, you donât talk about anything that doesnât involve Ren.Â
Lately thatâs the only topic of conversation that he can have with you without you outright ignoring himâ And about work of course. Satoru canât even be mad at you for ignoring him because he knows that he fucked up badly. He thinks that maybe he shouldnât have told you the truth, but if he keeps hiding stuff then your relationship will end up nonexistent.
âHey.â He grabs your arm when youâre about to walk past him without saying a word. You glare at him, your look giving him a warning to let go of you. He does just as your eyes tell him. âMy mom⊠Invited you to dinner.â
âAre you crazy? Why would I?â You donât hold back on giving him attitude, he deserves it and you know he wonât do anything about it. You click your tongue, âYouâve lost your mind.â
âShe just wants to see Ren.â He says, but it doesnât change your mind about anything. You donât care what she wants to do, she has to learn that sheâs not entitled to your child.
âI love how you forgive her so easily. I know that if I was in your situationâŠâ You begin but you end up biting your tongue. He made the right decision. âWhat does she even want? She can stop by the apartment if she wants to see Ren so badly. The woman is unemployed, she has time.â
âI think she wants to talk about getting a tutor for Ren.â Satoru shares, and you sigh. Sheâs brought up getting a tutor for your son and youâve turned her down. Ren is going to start school soon, you just want him to enjoy the time he has left before going to school daily. He knows everything thatâs necessary, at least from what youâve seen.
âCan you tell her to drop it?â You respond, and Satoru takes a deep breath. He doesnât really want to get in between your issues. He also doesnât see a downside to a tutor so he canât really agree with you.
âWhy shouldnât Ren have a tutor? I mean, since you didnât send him to preschool thenââ He says, and you have to cut him off. Heâs irritating you more than ever.
âRen is fine without one, Satoru. Iâve made my decision. This conversation is over.â You tell him, and he clenches his jaw. You walk away, and the man curses under his breath. You hear it though, and you just tell yourself that if he dares stop by, youâll slam the door in his face.
âDaddy!â You hear Ren yell. A sigh escapes your lips as you stand in the kitchen. The plan was to not let him in, but you forget that this is his motherâs apartment and he obviously can get entrance easily. You shouldnât be upset, Ren is happy to see his father⊠But you really donât want to spend more time with Satoru.
Perhaps you should consider having split custody but the thought of not having Ren by your side at all times hurts. Itâs selfish, but you think you have the right to be selfish after everything. Satoru canât be the only selfish one here.
You turn off the stove and wipe your hands before walking out of the kitchen. You glare at Satoru as he picks up Ren from the floor, and he begins to talk to his son. Satoru looks at you briefly before looking away. For a man that wants your forgiveness, he sure loves to piss you off, at least thatâs what it seems.
âItâs nice to see you, Satoru. Next time send a message.â You say to the man, who smiles at you. You roll your eyes at him, and Satoru bites down his bottom lip. He mutters an apology, but you pretend not to hear it. âI made dinner for two, seems like youâll have to sit this one out.â
âItâs fine. Iâm not hungry.â He lies. He hears his stomach growl but itâs not like he was expecting to have dinner with you and Ren. You do usually make extra though. He doesnât know why he was expecting differently since heâs not in your good graces right now.
âAre you hungry?â Ren asks, and Satoru shakes his head. However, Ren hears Satoruâs stomach growl again. When you walk away, Ren puts his ear around Satoruâs ear, bringing his little lips to Satoruâs ear, âWe can share my dinner.â
âItâs okay, baby. Youâre a growing boy, you need it more than me.â Satoru grins. His son really is an angel sent from heavenâ Well maybe not that, but heâs certainly sweet. âIâll just order something, and get you a dessert too.â
âCan it be ice cream?â Ren looks at his father with puppy eyes but Satoru isnât too sure that getting ice cream delivered is a good idea.
âWeâll see.â Satoru says before putting Ren down on the floor. Satoru puts his hands in his pockets, awkwardly watching as Ren goes to your side. The food youâre making smells so good, and his mouth is salivating.Â
âRen, take a seat, baby. Iâll give you your plate.â You tell the boy, and Ren nods in response. He makes sure to grab Satoruâs hand and drag him to the dinner table. Satoru canât help but notice how Ren grew an inch. That almost brings a tear to Satoruâs eye because the kid is growing up too fast.Â
Itâs awkward to have Satoru sit at the dinner table while you and Ren eat. But Satoru wasnât invited so he shouldnât expect to have a plate. Especially when youâre mad at him.
âCan daddy sleep over?â Ren asks you, and you shake your head. Thereâs no space for Satoru in your home.
âHe has his own home, and he has to say hello to his mom and his wiââ Satoru cuts you off before you can get the last word out.
âYeah, I have to go back home before my own mommy gets worried about me.â Satoru chuckles, and he canât even believe the words that leave his lips. He doubts his mother would get too worried about him. Only God knows how badly he wants to stay the night, he misses staying under the same roof as his son, but he knows youâd be too uncomfortable. He wishes he could go back to your vacation.Â
Ren pouts, and you take a deep breath, knowing whatâs about to come. However, youâre proven wrong when Ren decides to stay quiet. Instead, he asks for something different a few minutes later, âCan I stay with daddy?â
âAs in?â You respond. You have an idea of what he means, but you donât really want it to be what youâre thinking.
âCan I go to his home and sleep over?â His words hurt your heart but you canât say no. You donât feel like you have the right to say no. In the end, Satoru is still his dad and Satoru should be able to have him spend the night.
âIf Satoru wants.â You respond, putting down your utensils because your appetite dies down. Satoru smiles at his son and nods, making you take a sip of your drink. You clear your throat and say, âIâll go pack your bag.â
âI can helpââ Satoru begins, but you donât want nor need his help.
âIâm fine. Just watch Ren.â Your voice is a bit harsher than you mean it to be. You donât mean to sound mad or upset, yet, thatâs what your voice emits. Ren looks at his father, about to ask if youâre upset but he decides to stay quiet.Â
âAre you excited?â Satoru rubs Renâs back, smiling big at his son. Ren nods in response. He wonders where his dad lives, and how he lives. Heâs not remember his grandmotherâs big mansion, plus his father is a grown man, he ought to live separately from his grandmother.
âI donât want mommy to be upset.â Ren comments, and Satoru sighs.Â
âSheâs not upset, if she was, she wouldnât have let you go with me.â Satoru claims, and that makes a lot of sense in Renâs mind so he allows himself to be happy about it. Ren stands up on his chair, looking at the hallway where his bedroom door is. When he knows the coast is clear, he gives his plate to Satoru.
âSince youâre hungry, you can have my leftovers.â Ren says when he sits back down. Satoru laughs before kissing the top of Renâs head. He really canât thank you enough for Ren. Youâre not even talking to him though, and he has to think of how to fix that because showing up unannounced at your apartment isnât going to.
âRen⊠Whatâs a gift your mommy would really like?â Satoru canât believe heâs asking his four-year-old (who keeps reminding everyone that heâs almost five) what to get for you. A couple of years ago Satoru wouldâve known immediately, but youâve changed. The person that knows you better than anyone is your son.
âA puppy.â Ren doesnât waste a second. Now, Satoru doesnât know you as well as he did, but what Ren answered sounds like something that Ren wants and not you. Satoru crosses his arms and raises his brows.
âReally? Is that something mommy wants or something Ren wants?â Satoru says, and Ren purses his lips together. How the hell is he supposed to know what you like? Satoru ends up sighing. Heâll figure it out.
He makes sure to finish the food quickly before you get back, putting the plate back on Renâs side. Satoru ruffles Renâs hair and stands up to go to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. Satoru hears,
âHereâs your bag, Ren. Listen to whatever your daddy says.â And Satoru almost laughs at how stoic you sound.
âWeâre not leaving yet!â Satoru yells from the kitchen before walking back. Satoru doesnât really like being in his home for too long, why would he immediately leave? Heâs still going to pester you, even if youâre mad at him. âHow about we watch a movie here?â
âI mean, itâs not like I can kick you out. You have a key to the place.â You answer. âKnock yourselves outâ Hold on, Renâs plate is too clean.â
âThe boy was hungry, what can I say?â Satoru and Ren have been caught red-handed.Â
âYeah, little Ren that barely touches his carrots finished them all?â You click your tongue, and Satoru scratches the back of his neck.Â
âWeâve got a growing boyâŠâ Satoru chuckles, and you roll your eyes.
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Satoru Gojo
[Chapter 21] The Right Decision
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The rest of your trip runs smoothly. Thankfully, Satoru didnât try to pull another stunt that made you want to gouge his eyes out. Ren is over the moon by going to the beach daily, going to new places to explore, trying new delicious food, and what matters the most, spending time with his mother and father. Sadly, his vacation canât last forever.
Ren is gloomy the day before youâre supposed to leave, begging you and his father to stay a little longer. Satoru wants to say yes, and he would in a heartbeat if he didnât have to work. As much as it pains him, he canât give up everything to be a father. The next best solution is wait for Ren to leave you alone for a minute just to ask,Â
âHow about I extend your vacation for another week? Iâll leave, and Sayo probably wonât stay either. Just you and Ren.â And itâs tempting. You really want to say yes, but you also want to go back and resolve other issues. Plus, Ren is getting accustomed to getting whatever he wants, and youâre worried that he might become more like his father which is something that you definitely donât want.
âWe can come back some other time. Itâs about time I go home.â You answer, and he nods in response. And as selfish as it sounds, Satoru is happy that you declined because he hates the idea of spending a week without seeing his son. Itâs crazy to think that he lived a whole life before Ren, and the moment the little boy came into his life, Ren became everything to Satoru.
âAlright⊠Guess we have to make the most out of today so Ren cheers up.â Satoru says, glancing at his baby boy whoâs plopped down on the couch, lamenting himself because he has to leave soon. Unluckily for everyone, itâs a rainy day outside.Â
âThereâs really not much we can do.â You tell him, and Satoru sighs. He wishes there was something he could do to make the sun come out, but no amount of money can control that. Satoru ponders, wondering what he can do to cheer his son up.
âI got it.â His eyes light up, and he runs upstairs. You furrow your brows in confusion before walking over to sit beside Ren. Your hand runs up and down his back, attempting to soothe him.
âI donât wanna go home. I like it here.â He kicks his feet into the couch, and you make sure to keep your distance. Ren doesnât want to go home, he likes it here. Heâs with both of you the entire day, and youâre giving him all of your attention, how can he not like it? He knows the moment you go back, things will go back to normal. Heâs gotten used to this, he doesnât want to go back to normal.
âWe have to, Ren. Your granny and grammy miss you, and I have to get back to my job.â You tell him, hoping that mentioning his grandmothers will make him reconsider. He loves them with all his heart, but truthfully, he prefers spending the entire day with you.
âI want to stay!â He yells, and a sigh escapes your lips as you pinch the bridge of your nose. He needs to let it out, you know heâs upset. But he shouldnât be using his voice like that.Â
âWeâre not coming back if you keep throwing a tantrum.â You warn him before standing up and going to your bedroom. You donât want to yell at him, so removing yourself from the situation is the best thing to do. Ren is still going to throw his tantrum, and you can only talk about the situation after.Â
âIâm here!â You hear Satoru yell from the living room. Youâre going to leave him to handle it, not making an effort to get up from bed. Until Satoru calls out your name, and you groan before getting up and walking over to the living room. You smile, seeing how Renâs demeanor has changed, kneeling down on the floor in front of the coffee table, waiting for his father to open up the box that he brought down. âI remembered I had a board game here.â
âIs this the home you used to come to as a kid?â You ask, wondering why he has the board game with him. Satoru nods in response, sitting down beside the coffee table to open the old box.
 He used to play this game with his dad after getting home from the beach. Itâs a game thatâs more fun when played with more than two people, but Satoru didnât really have that option. Regardless, he still had fun with his dad. Growing up, the only time that Satoru actually spent with his parents was the little vacations that they had yearly. He has very fond memories of this place, and of the board game that he opens.
âI havenât played this in years, I have to read the rules again.â Satoru canât help but laugh as he takes out every piece. He remembers every time being so excited to tell you about the game, begging his father to take the game back home or buy a new one for his house so he could play with you, but both of them always forgot. Luckily, he gets to play with you for the first time, and with your son as well.
âTake all the time you need.â You answer. Your eyes fall on your son, noting his somewhat puffy eyes. You ask him, âAre you better, Ren?â
âI am.â He nods. Pulling out the game completely changed his attitude. You canât get too mad at him, he just got into this world. Heâs just figuring things out, slowly learning that he canât get everything even if his father wants to give him the world.Â
Like father, like son. Both are sore losers. After losing to you, both have pouty faces and you swear Ren is on the verge of tears. Ren doesnât nap anymore, but you decide that after all his crying, youâll put him to bed. You cuddle with him until Ren falls asleep, and once youâre sure heâs dreaming, you get up from bed and leave your bedroom.Â
Satoruâs in the living room, going through his phone. You donât want to be alone with him so you hope that going to the kitchen and getting yourself a glass of water will give him the hint. He can go to his bedroom and scroll through his phone there. However, when he hears you, he says, âCome join me!â
You sigh, but you still walk over to the couch and take a seat on the other end. You pull out your phone, while he turns his off. Itâs completely silent for a minute before he clears his throat and asks, âAre you still talking to Suguru?â
âDoes it concern you?â You quickly reply. Itâs not his business, especially when he doesnât tell you whatâs going on with him and Sayo.
âI want to know if heâs the possible stepfather to my son.â Satoru answers, and you furrow your eyebrows. You put your phone down and look at him before tilting your head to the side.
âWhat about you and Sayo? Sheâs the stepmother to my son and you have yet to tell me a thing about your relationship with her.â You respond, and he purses his lips together. Youâre right, youâre absolutely right, but this isnât about him. âI have no idea about your arrangement with her either⊠The one that she mentioned.â
âWe donât have an arrangement.â Satoru scratches the back of his neck, clearly nervous about the question. Heâs not with her out of love, heâs made that clear. Yet⊠Why is he denying it?
âThe same way Suguru and I have nothing going on.â You answer, hoping thatâll make him speak. Although you arenât lying, you feel as if you have nothing going on with Suguru right now. Youâre avoiding his calls and texts, you definitely donât have a future together after this. âLook, Satoru. I just want the truth, an explanation to everything. Maybe some closure.âÂ
The man takes a deep breath, and you know that heâs about to tell you the truth. You can read him like a book. Satoru bites down his lip before confessing, âI didnât marry her out of love but out of convenience.â
Thatâs certainly a start, although you arenât too shocked. Maybe you are a bit surprised since you assumed they fell out of love instead of straight up thinking it was arranged. He takes another deep breath before he says,
âWhen my father died, my mom knew that I wouldnât be trusted with his spot⊠Since I was considered too immature. Also for other business purposes, merging the company that Sayoâs family owns with our own.â He begins, and you feel a pain that you havenât felt in years. A sudden pain that consumes your body in a matter of seconds, and it only gets worse with his words. âThere was another promising candidate that wouldâve handled the job while I finished my studies, and my mom was scared that we would lose control. Iâve never been too well liked by them.â
You look down at the couch, feeling your eyes getting glossy as he speaks. You thought you were over this, you really were. He continues speaking, âGetting married to Sayo was my momâs great solution⊠Getting married to a woman with status would show how mature I was, ready to take the spot.â
âAnd⊠I agreed. We would get married and stay like that until I had my job. I could show that I was great at what I was entrusted to do, and then I would get a divorce.â He explains, and you exhale. Your nails dig into the fabric of your pants, trying your best not to cry⊠This is why he did it. Money. Money was more important to him than your relationship.
He changed his number and completely blocked you out of his life. He treated you like he always did when you werenât convenient to him. With contempt and superiority. As he speaks, you realize that you will never manage to be together without some kind of issue.
âIâ Iâm sorry.â He says, as his hand goes to your hand, but you jerk it out. Itâs no surprise that he didnât want to tell you, heâs right for not telling you. You almost wouldâve preferred to hear that he left you because of love for someone else.Â
You try not to let a single tear slip even though your heart breaks again. You wouldâve left anything and everything behind for him, yet he didnât even think twice before leaving you. And Satoru feels speechless as youâre on the verge of tears. He tells you, âIt was a dumb decision, and given the option again, I would leave everything behind for you and for Ren.â
You stand up from the couch. You suddenly feel suffocated in the room. He wouldnât choose you if he had the option, heâs only do it for Ren, and that realization makes it hard for you to breathe. But youâre glad he did it. It wasnât his first time, just this time you realized you would never be his first option.
âNo, you made the right decision.â You try to smile at him, attempting to hide the fact that tears are streaming down your cheeks. âThank you for picking right.â
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II â JUST HUSH â F. READER x SUKUNA RYOMEN
Morning after the adventure with the dangerous stranger went just like you suspected - horribly, but that wasn't the worst that was waiting for you.
cw: angst, mafia!au, violence, few suggestive parts, insults, somewhat of an obsessive behaviors, reader discretion is advised â 4,3k words
a/n: officialy, this fic became a series - I wasn't expecting it to be so loved by you, readers and I can't thank you enough for the support to this story. also, there is a suggestion in my ask!box that I took a lot of inspiration for this chapter, so whoever gave the idea, thank you â€ïž
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Being soft was a trait that Sukuna never actively credited himself with. He never had any urge to do so, never needed to explore that side of him and in his profession, that would most likely lead to a certain death. Leading people of mafia required him to be harsh and rough, there was no time and place for any kindness and gentleness and honestly, if anybody asked him about it just yesterday, he would say with certainty that the softness in him died long time ago. Even with women, he was never exactly sensual â heâs rather the type to take what he needs, devour what heâs hungry for and leave. Aftercare wasnât his strong suit, for some reason inside his mind taking care of someone made him weak. That was before you.
You met not even a day ago, you asked for his help and once you got his attention, he knew he was fucked. You were just so gorgeous, so innocent and the way your glossed with tears eyes looked into his, he felt the strangest warmth inside his chest â a need of protection? Something so foreign and absurd that wouldnât usually cross his mind. But then, he had you in his house, he had you on top of him and he had you hungry. You were smart, surely you noticed the gun pinned to his belt, he wasnât exactly discreet about it and yet, you chose to stay with him for the night. It had to be some kind of sinister plan of yours, Sukuna wondered.
Were you put in his way to sabotage him?
He had no idea, but once the day was bright and now close to evening, you were still sleeping in his bed, with your head resting atop of his chest and one of your legs thrown over his own. You were breathing slowly and peacefully, so blissfully unaware of how dangerous it is for you to be in the same house with him, not to mention lay tangled with him below the sheets. As he smoothed over your bare shoulder with his fingers, he was thinking about how the night went. The sex was great, the best he had in years. You were playing along with him, you wanted him as much as he wanted you and as you playfully fought for dominance with him, he could have sworn it was the sexiest thing heâs ever experienced. The way you tugged his hair, pushing him nose deep into your dripping core and keeping him there until he made you cum almost made him cum as well, just from the slight dominance you had on him. Even though he allowed this to happen. He could still recall the delicious sting of your nails scratching red marks onto his back and shoulders. Every time his name slipped over your tongue, his heart seemed to skip a beat.
Just like that, youâve got him hooked, but even so, he should have kept his word. He should have made you get dressed, maybe, out of curtesy, allow you to take a shower so that his seed wouldnât run down your legs and mess up the leather in his car. He should have driven you home as soon as he was finished with you, but he didnât. He couldnât. Not when you wrapped yourself around him, exhausted and already half-asleep, searching for the warmth of his body. Not when your weight on top of him felt like it was meant to lay there and especially not when your lips pressed few lazy kisses to the side of his neck before you dozed off.
You moved, rolling away from him and onto your back. You were waking up, he could tell by the sound of your quiet hums and the way your breath pattern changed from slow and calm to deep and more present. Sukuna flipped to his side, taking in the beauty of your features, now illuminated with the daylight. Your makeup kept up pretty well and even the smudged edges couldnât take away your loveliness.
You hummed a little louder, groggily reaching up with your hands and arching your back like a cat in a long, sharp stretch. The covers slipped off your chest, exposing the pink of your nipples that now matched the many marks he had sucked onto your flesh just hours ago. Then your body relaxed, once again falling onto the mattress and a smile stretched your lips when Ryomen put his fingers against your skin. He brushed it ever so lightly along the shapes of your form, running along your collar bones, circling around the nipples and then, moving it down up and down your sternum.
âGood morning,â you purred against his lips when he reached to kiss you.
âMore like good evening,â he replied, his voice quiet and calm as he moved his hand to the side of your body and pulled you flush against his chest. You hooked your leg onto his hip and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your fingers into his hair.
âThat late, huh?â
âThat late.â
It was dangerous. The way you looked into his eyes, the relaxed stance your body, oblivious to the fact you were in the embrace of death personified â it was all too dangerous for Sukuna. It was too warm, too lovely, too innocent. He hated the vulnerability you subjected him to and the fact his head was filled with wishes to protect you? Fuck, it was bad. It wasnât him, it wasnât what he stood for in his life, it was against all of his morals. He had always been a man of few emotions, always cold and never letting anything or anyone get to him. He was calculating, feared by many and respected by few. He had risen through the ranks of the underworld by means that were often brutal and always efficient. Never, not once, he had let emotions to cloud his judgement or stand in the way of his goals. But then, you happened.
âThe nightâŠâ You murmured softly, brushing the tip of your nose against his own. âI enjoyed it very much, âkunaââ And the nickname?!
âThatâs enough,â he groaned, his tone coming in sharp and cold and it immediately brought you back to your senses. The wishful daze of bliss vanished in an instant, suddenly the tension came back to your shoulders. It was too much for Sukuna, he wanted to have a nice fuck that night and he already made a mistake by letting you stay in his bed when he was done with you. It was dangerous for you, it was dangerous for him and honestly, that lovey-dovey shit has never been his brand anyway. âTime for you to go.â
âWhat happened? You were so delicate just a moment agoââ
âSpare me the dumb romantic shit. I just wanted to fuck you, donât get ahead of yourself and if you wish to keep that pretty head of yours then better get fucking going. Iâll have a driver take you back home.â He shut you down roughly and from that point, it all went quickly. You were gone in just few moments. You were gone, but the man felt no relief.
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Few days passed by. Or was it weeks? Sukuna couldnât tell as days began blurring their edges and all he could focus on was you. He couldnât rid himself of the memory of you rushing in fear, just barely clothed as if he was about to hunt you down and shot you in the head if you didnât leave his space. As if the one minute longer would cost you your life. Every time he closed his eyes or got into his bed he could see the picture of your face, the display of hurt and fright that stained the beautiful innocence in the moment he had told you to leave, discarding you as if you were a toy that he used and got bored of.
What was this feeling? He was asking himself every time he had watched you from afar. Was it guilt? He couldnât tell, it felt foreign. For Ryomen it was an everyday thing to scare someone off, the blood of his enemies is what heâs ravishing in but you⊠You were far from being his enemy. And so he found himself more and more often observing you, each time being in the same place as you by accident. You made him fascinated, you made him fall into your trap. He found himself drawn to you, drawn to the light that you brought with you. He was missing you. Was that your plan all along? A revenge for how he had treated you that one night?
Your heart was pure, almost too pure for this world, Sukuna thought to himself every time he had a chance to see your everyday life. A waitress, serving tables in a small, local cafĂ©, wearing the smile that he could tell was fake, and yet it charmed everyone and he couldnât help but feel the odd sense of pride when he realized that the way your lips were curved the night you were together was utterly real. And then, he would see you on your days off, wearing cozy and comfy clothes, no makeup adorning your face as you were lost in the world of music in your headphones and whatever task you had in front of your face on the screen of your computer. You were too cute for your own good, with the little scrunch of your nose whenever you closed your tired eyes and the colorful stickers of cats and sunflowers that decorated the outside of your laptop. Heâs seen you feeding some stray kittens with the salmon from your sandwich, petting their little heads as they were leaning into your touch and Sukuna would never imagine himself being jealous of the feline, but there he was, hidden behind the darkened windows in his car, wishing to be the one whoâs head is in the warm and delicate embrace of your soft palm. Fleeting attraction, thatâs what it had to be.
Sukuna had never thought of himself as a romantic, but there was something about you that did it for him. You were soft, gentle and vulnerable in a way that made him want to protect you, to shield you from the violent life he led. And yet, you were also strong, strong enough to face him, to challenge him and even make him laugh. It was a strange combination, and it made him feel things he had never felt before. He didnât want to admit it to himself, but he was thinking of you more and more often. He had to be careful, though. He could tell that you were innocent, that you didnât understand the world he lived in. If he let himself get to close, he might put you in danger and the thought of that, he couldnât bear. He had a responsibility to keep you safe, even if it meant pushing you away. And for the first time in his life, he was scared. Scared that if he plays this whole thing wrong, he might lose you, even if he never truly had you. He was scared youâll find out who he really was and scared of what that would do to you. He knew you noticed his gun, you had to notice it, but did you really had any idea what that meant?
For you, the time after meeting the stranger in the club was everything but easy. The hurt subsided quite rapidly, your heart wasnât stupid enough to grow attached to a man youâd known for just few hours and deep down you knew that what you started by asking him for help had to end up somewhat similar to what happened. He wasnât a prince from the fairy tale and you were no princess, it wasnât a story of love, it was just sex and with that, you came to terms quite quickly. It was the fright that you couldnât shake off your shoulders. Sukuna was a man that was keeping a gun attached to his belt, he had to be a gangster or something along these lines and considering the big, rounded and scared eyes of everyone in his proximity youâd only assume that his position in the world was at least threatening. It stayed in the back of your mind that he might have come for you, to hurt you or worse. He had shown you where he lives, after all, wasnât that enough of a reason to erase someone from the world?
But nothing bad happened as your life went by, somehow it seemed as if it was even going smoother than it used to. The one very stubborn client, one that used to harass you every time he had a chance suddenly stopped showing in the cafĂ© you work in; you even got a little raise from your boss, what despite being a bonus that you really needed, was also the most suspicious thing that happened to you lately. Your boss never gave raises. Life was good, untilâ
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âyou opened your eyes feeling pain. At first, you couldnât tell what happened to you. Where were you? How did you get here? And why was everything so white?
Breathe in and out. Why did breathing hurt? And what was that beeping?
âYouâre awake,â a voice made you turn your head to the side. And then, at the sight of a familiar face, it all flashed back.
It was at night, you were heading home from the meeting with your co-workers. An absurd celebration of something that you were quite certain didnât even concerned you or your interns, but your boss required you all to be present anyways. It was tiring, to stay in the cafĂ© after nearly ten hours shift, but thankfully during the event you were sitting and not actively working, so at least it was that much. Your legs hurt nonetheless, you felt fatigued after the entire week of intense shifts intertwines with classes, so when you were suddenly yanked by the wrist to the back, it wasnât much of a surprise to you that you lost your balance.
âWhat do we have here, eh?â One of the men spoke and as you looked up, two faces were glaring at you with disgusting sense of superiority. âOi, Naoya, is that the bitch you were talking about?â
âBet it is,â the second man snorted. âShe fits the description.â
Naoya? The name rang a bell so roughly and suddenly that your eyes widened in fear. It was the man you met in the club, the one that was all over you the second he met you. The one that you escaped only thanks to asking another stranger for help. But now, you couldnât see him. Who stood above you was a man with long, silver hair and a face covered in linear scars. He was wearing a face of psychotic content, a grin so unsettling that it froze the blood inside your veins and just by the look of him you could tell he was dangerous. And then, the second one stood right next to him â his hair was pitch black and eyes probably green-ish, with little scar on the side of his lip that made itself apparent the moment you looked at him. He was insanely well-built, in a shirt that looked like one of those compression, sport-related attires.
âWhat do you want from meâŠ?â You asked, your voice uncharacteristically quiet, as if the fear made your vocal cords clench. And you felt it, an unsettling feeling of upcoming death and it led to a chain of regret of every choice that you made that led you to this place and time. You shouldâve taken a taxi. Or go a different route.
âOh, weâre here to teach you a lesson,â the white-haired one responded as the other grinned like the devil himself. And then, they moved to the sides a little and right in the middle appeared the man that you do recognize. Naoya Zenin himself, with his face twisted in some kind of sick satisfaction as he grabbed your hair and yanked you up from the ground. Your back hit the concrete wall and his near proximity made you instantly tensed.
âI got you,â he grinned and there was violence intertwined into the expression his face bore. âI finally fucking got you.â
âJust leave me aloneâŠâ You demanded, your voice much weaker that youâd like it to be, much less constructive, not confident at all. You were frightened, to say the least, there was no way you could protect yourself from one man, but three? âPlease.â As you begged, your own death flashed before your eyes. There was no way in hell youâre gonna survive this, that had to be it. The night was dark enough to cover the crime that was happening and even if there would be any bravery in you still left, nobody would help you. No one would be dumb enough to stand against the group that was about to abuse you.
âOh, the little bitch is scared, huh?â Naoya laughed right into your face, his tongue leaving a wet trace along your throat and it filled you with enough disgust to wince. âWhereâs your protector now, eh? Whereâs your big daddy Sukuna?â
âWhatâs your problem?â The question slipped through your tongue in nothing more than a whisper. You couldnât believe that youâre going to die because you asked a random man for help and that random man turned out to be a gang member or something. âI donât have anything to do with him, Iââ
âOf course, you donât. Iâm sure he fucked you and threw you out like a trash you are,â Zenin spit nothing but venom as his eyes were piercing holes into your skull. You could feel his hand sneaking underneath the fabric of your hoodie and your attempts on pushing him away did nothing to stop him from squeezing one of your breasts. âI bet youâre a good fuckthing tho.â
âGet your hands off of me,â you warned, your voice now rougher but still, too quiet to pose any threat. You wanted to nail his eyes out, to rip his heart out of his chest, but none of that you were able to do. Naoya laughed, once again, sounding like an asshole he was as he stepped back.
âUndress.â It was an order that he threw at you. Him, along with the other two, circled you as if predators would circle their prey and you felt small below the weight of their eyes.
âNo.â
The moment you denied, the sharp pain sent you to the ground. He hit you, one of them, right in the face, with the top of his hand. The harsh contact of his knuckles and your cheekbone snatched you off your feet.
âYou heard the order. Behave, slut.â The dark haired one was speaking calmly, but there was a certain coldness in his tone. The nonchalance that froze your insides.
âNoâŠâ You whispered, desperate to keep your dignity intact before you die. Immediately they showed you why hoping for it was foolish, as the series of kicks enveloped you in the cage of pain and suffering. You hid your head inside your eyes, a helpless try to protect it from the heavy boots that not once held back before making contact with your fragile frame. You remember the sound of their voices, the feeling of their fists connecting again and again with your body.
âSo fucking stupid,â someone laughed at you and you were far from sure and way too scared to check it yourself, but you could have sworn that somebody spit at you. âDonât you understand? Nobody will save you now, no one cares about a bitch like you. Iâd say it last time. Undress.â
âN-noâŠâ, you sniffled, hugging your head tightly as if bracing yourself for another salve of hurt. But it didnât come, no hit was aimed at your curled on the ground body. Instead, you heard the pained whines from not too far away, you heard the sounds of a battle and was it the sound of bones being broken? You couldnât tell, it felt surreal, was that it? Was that how youâre gonna die? Because surely no one in their right mind would step into action, risking being killed themselves for you.
âHey, Iâll take you to the hospital,â that voice. You knew that. You heard it for such a short time in your life and yet youâd recognize it everywhere. The low, slightly husky tone that you remembered as one that was enough to turn you on just by the sound of it. Now it was accompanying the very gentle arms that scooped you off the floor. Then, you dared to open your eyes.
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âRyomen?â Your voice felt weak, your throat hoarse from the dryness but that didnât stop you from speaking. The more information got into your brain, the easier it got to understand what was the place you woke up in.
A hospital. You woke up in the hospital bed, surrounded by monitors and machines. Your body bruised and battered, ached with each breath you tried to take. Your head was still foggy and your muscles stiff, you had a pounding headache that only got worse as the memories of the night before came flooding back to you. You were lucky. So incredibly lucky to be alive. And yet again, Sukuna saved you. Then you probably passed out.
âYouâre awake,â he sounded soft. How odd. âHow are you feeling?â
âIâm⊠why are you here?â
âI had to check if youâre alright. And also Iâm gonna take you home, but needed to wait until youâre awake and doctors can give you the last checkup.â He explained it matter-of-factly and it only got you more confused than you were just a second ago.
âThat⊠doesnât exactly answer my questionâŠ?â
âIt will do for now. Iâll bring the doctor.â
Sukuna left the room sooner than you had a chance to ask anything else. He felt as if the weight was taken off his shoulders the very second you opened your eyes and recognized him. The last hours were an agony, he stayed near your bed for the entire time and though there was nothing that was threatening your life anymore, he couldnât help but feel so awfully guilty. The foreign feeling of it made him realize that he was fucked up good, you had poisoned him with emotions that he already forgot about, the useless display of something that he considered a weakness for the better of his life. As he was watching your fragile frame, though covered with white, clean sheets he felt the rage boiling inside his veins because he knew. He saw the damage on your body, the bruises that painted your soft skin in dark, purple-ish blotches, the patch of scratches on your side â in place where your naked hip met the ground. And your cheek⊠there still was a red spot on top of your cheekbone, the one Sukuna assumed was also a result of a hit and it angered him even more because if he has noticed it before, he would for sure kill those imitations of a men and not only leave them in a mush.
Sukuna felt a certain sense of responsibility due to what happened to you. It wasnât your fault, per se, that when you were looking for help in that club when you first met him, you had the misfortune to pick a persona like him and frankly, if Sukuna would know back then that Naoya will come for you later to get his revenge, he would kill him right then and there. The more he thought about it, the more he was realizing that he would kill anyone if it was to keep you safe.
âReady to go home?â Ryomen asked, assisting you in pulling your bruised arms through the sleeves of a hoodie he had brought you. A clean one, way too big on your frame but comfortable at that, lined with plush so that it wonât irritate your injured skin.
âI think soâŠ?â Your reply was confused, it was unsure and still slightly underlined with fear. There was a reason to it, last time you saw the man that was now trying to help you, he threatened to rid you of your head. âRyomen, I donât understandââ
âJust hush,â he cut you, gently swooping you off the edge of the bed and you settled in the safety of his muscular arms, leaning your head against his shoulder, next to his neck. âI was told you still should rest so let me take you home. Alright? Alright.â
There was no point in arguing, you couldnât do much whilst in his arms even if you tried and it was naĂŻve, you thought, but there was a sense of protection tied tightly to the way he was keeping you close. You felt as if any danger couldnât reach you when his hands were wrapped around you. He was dangerous, that much you knew, and yet there was a gentleness in a way he was holding you near his chest, near the place where his heart beats in a regular, calm rhythm. Fact is, you didnât want to run away from him, though you should. And so, you leaned into him, nuzzling your head into the dip between his neck and shoulder and as you breathed in his scent, the musky note of his cologne and tobacco, you felt at ease.
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Satoru Gojo
[Chapter 20] Beach Day
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Your beach day starts a little late since the three of you were so tired after being woken up in the middle of the night. Truthfully, if it were up to you, youâd continue sleeping. But it isnât up to you since Ren wakes you up, reminding you that he has to go out. This trip is for him, you canât just stay locked inside sleeping.
Unlike earlier, the place is packed with people, which makes Satoru feel slightly uneasy. Ren seems to be happy, which is all that matters anyway. You settle down, laying down a towel on the sand, immediately grabbing the sunscreen to put on Ren.Â
âSit down for a minute, play with the sand or something.â You order, and Ren pouts because he immediately wants to rush and go to the water. Satoru notices, and his immediate suggestion is,Â
âLetâs build a sand castle, that sounds like fun!â
âLet me put some sunscreen on you too, Satoru.â You say, but Satoru acts like he doesnât hear you. Satoru is shirtless, just wearing swimming trunksâ And you know how he is, he will most definitely get sunburnt. You roll your eyes, allowing him to get sunburnt because youâre not about to argue with a grown man.
You watch as Satoru and Ren kneel down on the sand and begin to play with it, Satoru trying to guide Ren on how to make a sand castle⊠Satoru isnât the greatest instructor since heâs never really messed with making a sand castle before. It doesnât really matter anyway because Ren isnât paying all that much attention.Â
âYou can go now!â You tell Ren, and he stands up, sprinting to the water. Satoru runs after his son, making sure to keep his eye on him. Youâre thankful for Satoru since he allows you to lay down and relax.
Maybe you should watch how Ren plays so gleefully in the sand, but your eyes feel so heavy. Youâre still so tired. Maybe itâs all the exhaustion from the past years thatâs catching up to you, and you finally get a moment to fully relax. Your eyes are practically shutting on their own, but you feel someoneâs tiny wet hands pull your foot.
âCâmon, mommy. Letâs go to the water.â Ren urges you to stand up and follow behind him. You take the biggest breath of your life before standing up and following behind him, leading you to Satoru whose feet are on the shore.
âArenât you going to take off your dress? Kind of weird to come into the water with a dress.â Satoru notices how youâre still wearing the dress that you put over your swimsuit, and you roll your eyes. Itâs not like Ren gave you much of an option before dragging you along. Plus, Satoru and Ren went back to the house completely soaked.Â
âWhy do you care?â Your voice is laced with attitude. Satoru bites down his lip before grabbing Renâs hand and dragging him into the water. Ren is happy with this, but heâs dragging you with him, and itâs getting your dress wet. You donât care too much anyway, you expected the dress to get dirty anyway, you just didnât plan on getting it wet. You have the feeling that Satoru just wants to get you in a swimsuit, and youâre not giving him that pleasure. Maybe youâre too full of yourself, but you know Satoru a little too well.
Just as you expected, when the sun goes down, Satoru is sunburnt. Itâs funny to see him red, claiming that he is fine and his skin doesnât feel burnt. When youâre back in the beach house and Ren gets a good look at his father, he canât help but comment, âYou look like a crab, daddy.â
âI look like a whatââ Satoru freezes, slowly blinking as he finds himself⊠Offended? He shouldnât be, Ren is four, he doesnât know what heâs saying. Or maybe Ren knows exactly what heâs saying since he doesnât really have a filter.
âA crab.â Ren repeats, which makes Satoru furrow his brows. Satoru walks over to one of the mirrors around the house that are up for decoration, and he bites down his lip. He fucking looks like a crab.
âShouldâve taken my offer for sunscreen.â You shrug before walking to your room to change out of your beach clothes and into something more comfortable for the time being. You would offer Satoru a remedy, but he did this to himself.
When youâre in pajamas, you walk out of the room and go to the living room to find Satoru and Ren playing a card gameâ Well, Satoru attempting to teach Ren how to play a card game. Itâs sweet, but you have to interrupt the moment.
âSatoru, can you bathe Ren while I get started on dinner?â You ask, and Satoru furrows his brows, making you roll your eyes. Itâs not a hard task at all, why does he act like it is?
âMake dinner? Iâll just order something. Youâre just supposed to relax.â Satoru says. You know the kitchen is stocked up with all kinds of foods, you really donât see a point in ordering out. Nonetheless, you take his offer because your body is begging for a break.
âCome on, stinky. Time for a bath.â Satoru puts his cards down and picks up Ren, carrying him to the bathroom. Youâre left alone in the living room, and you make yourself comfortable, laying down on the couch.
Youâll fall asleep on the couch if you keep laying down without doing anything, but youâre on vacation, you should be fine. Satoru is handling Ren, and right now you donât have any other responsibility. You can just shut your eyes for a moment⊠Itâs not going to hurt you.
Just as you allow your eyes to rest, your phone rings. You try to ignore it, but you decide to check who it is because it could be an emergency. Everyone knows youâre on vacation so no one will really try to bother you unless itâs important.Â
You read Suguruâs name, and your breath gets caught up in your chest. Not in the way youâd like it to be. Nerves fill you up, but itâs not the kind you had before. You arenât excited to talk to him, and you think about answering for a moment. You end up sending him to voicemail before silencing your phone and shutting your eyes again. You need to sleep for at least ten minutes.
Satoru orders some food, waking you up when it gets to the house. You eat together, and for a moment you feel like a family. A complete family where Satoru has been your husband for years instead of being gone the past five years. Until his wife finally gets home after being out all day. She doesnât join you, simply greets the three of you before going upstairs. You tense up, which Satoru notices.Â
When you finish, you trust that Satoru will clean up, which makes you stand up and go to your room. Youâre just going to take a quick shower, youâre sure Satoru can handle Ren for a bit. Youâll be out within ten minutes, Satoru will be more than okay. You hop into the shower, completely forgetting everything.
âHey, is Renââ Satoru barges into the room, not really caring to knock prior to entering. Satoru stops in his tracks when he hears the sound of water from the bathroom. You donât hear him, the water suppressing any sounds. The door is cracked open and Satoru bites down his lip, quietly stepping near the door.Â
Oh, itâs so wrong for him to do it but he looks through the cracked doorâ He knows damn well that youâd gauge his eyes out but heâs willing to take that risk. All the blood rushes to his dick as he sees you naked for the first time in five years. Fuck, heâd do just about anything right now to have you under him.
He canât keep staring, he came here to ask you a question about what Ren is allowed to do. His son is waiting for him. But Satoru keeps staring. Until you two make eye contact, and you roll your eyes at him. No wonder you felt someone watching you. You yell, âClose the fucking door, pervert!â
Satoru gets even redder than he is as he completely shuts the door. He waits a moment before walking back to his son and telling him, âYeah, we can watch a scary movie, bud.â
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âLord Sukuna!â A man screamed before immediately bowing before him, Sukuna walking in his true form didnât bother to look down. You walked behind him looking straight ahead holding Yujiâs hand. Yuji was smiling bright holding a sparkler that hadnât been lit, you didnât miss the smile and women who looked up at you with kind eyes and the kids who peaked at Yuji giggling as he waved his chubby hand sparkler shaking around and they waved back.
Treated like Royalty out of fear of The King of Curses, Uraume continued walking behind you with your Lady in waiting. Stopping when Sukuna had finally situated himself on the Platform reserved. It over looked the area, the festival to commemorate the ending of the year. You slowly sat beside Sukuna when he motioned you over with a look. Yuji sat to your left quickly changing to squish himself between you and his dad. Both you and Sukuna shifted over to make room for him as he started rambling about all the lanterns and games, asking if he could go. You looked at Sukuna, he seemed unsure before Uraume suggested it might not be a bad Idea, âLord Sukuna, Surly no one would want to cause a massacre on the day of the coming new years.â
Sukuna looked at you and you looked at your son, Yuji was trained on his dads face with a pout and those big pleading eyes, Sukuna turned away with a wave of dismissal. âIâll be here, come back when youâve had your fun.â Yujiâs quick smile turned into a pout âdaddyâs not coming?â
Sukuna felt the tug on his robes, he refused to look knowing heâd gave if he saw his soon looking up at him with teary eyes, but also couldnât stand to look like a spineless fool for playing those pointless games.
âCmon baby,â you picked up Yuji kissing his round cheek, âDaddyâs busy,â you stood carrying him with you, âHeâll come later when HE HAS TIME.â You emphasized the words looked past Yuji at Sukuna, nodding your head to Yuji who hugged your neck resting his head on your shoulder pouting. You mouthed to Sukuna âHE WANTS TO BE WITH YOUâ Sukuna looked away, you rolled your eyes and nodded at Uraume, their faint smile hinted they understood as they gave a slight nod, your two ladies in waiting quickly followed you when you started your walk with Yuji. Making it to the stalls looking down at Yuji he had a pout as he looked straight ahead, squeezing his hand he looked up at you and you smiled, âyou said you wanted to try some of the foods letâs get you some okay?â His eyes shining when he looked up at you with a smile, âYeah!â
Asking your ladies in waiting to get a place ready you went around with Yuji ordering a few things from different stalls. Yuji sat down beside you swinging his feet, peeking on the table at all the snacks the Ladies in waiting were laying out. âIt looks funny.â Was all Yuji said as he picked up fried squid on a stick, brushing his hair back you kissed his forehead, âIt does look funny but you should try it.â
Yuji quickly bit into the squid and seeing his face you stuck your hand in front of him just as he spit out the squid, â..ÉŽáŽâŠâ you tried not to laugh at Yuji while you let him sip your tea. Your lady in waiting wiping your hand clean as you helping Yuji go through Daifuku, Taoyaki, Mochi, Taiyaki, Dorayaki, dango and ManjĆ«.
âAw my poor baby.â You cood hugging him while he sat in your lap, he laid back against you whining tummy round with the sweets he was eating. Softly laughing at how his head fell to the side looking at the dango he weakly lifted, the Sakura flavor half gone, the plain white one had a small nibble, the green one had teeth marks in it where he bit into it but didnât like it. ââm full mommy.â You squeezed him and he huffed wiggling around, âwanna play a game.â You let him slide down your lap as you started to get up. The ladies in waiting packing up the untouched food.
You followed Yuji adoring the way he waddled, he wouldnât be your little boy forever, so youâd have to cherish it while you could.
Watching Yuji play goldfish scooping was the highlight of your night. He squatted there persisting he could win because he wanted to win a goldfish. After his 5th turn he looked up at you with teary eyes and a wobbly lip, you knelt hugging him and he sniffled, âwan a golfish for daddy..â you heart braking you nodded, âLet me try okay?â He looked up at you and nodded. You did your best and managed to meet this crooked booths rules and Yuji was able to pick a good fish to take home. He chose a black gold fish because âis the only one!â
Letting him walk around carrying the bag proudly you tried a few more games until it came to an archery target booth. Where he persisted he could make it, once again it took five tries. And he hadnât made a single target. It was upsetting to see Yuji fail so many times, so you stood Yuji on the boothâs table top and stood him in front of you, you had never tried one of these but it was worth trying if your little boy wouldnât be upset. You tried to guide his hands but the âkidsâ bow was entirely to tough for a child. Still you let him pull back the bow and tried to help him aim before you release you watched as the target was struck but an all to familiar flame. âDaddy!!â Yuji cheered turning around in your arms, looking for his dad. There stood Sukuna amongst the separated crowd, the booth vendor seemed frightened at the sight of your husband when he took the bow from Yuji, just like you low life useless humans, trying to justify yourselves and present yourself self righteous when your able to look a woman or child in the eye and lie to them for your own profit. If this hand been any other woman or child I wouldnât have even looked in your direction,â he stretched the bow as it caught flames from his flame arrow, âBut treating my wife and my son like low life scum is something else.â His snarl and low voice had the vendor shivering, âL-lord Sukuna! Forgive me if i had known-â the man was shot dead and you didnât let Yuji turn to look, âNow everyone knows.â Sukuna declared looked around, the entire crowd in agreement and fear in silence.
You let Yuji free when he jumped into his dadâs chest, Sukuna catching him with one arm moving him onto his broad shoulders, âDad! I won you gold fish!â Sukuna got closer to the stand ripping down the tiger Plushie he knew Yuji wanted. He may not be openly affectionate always but he did understand and know how his son thought. Yuji hugging his dadâs neck when he took the plushie, and you showed Sukuna the black Gold Fish, Sukuna looked amused carrying the gold fish on the same side Yuji sat. He motioned you to his side with his free hand, you followed quietly listening to your son and husband idly chat about what Yuji had down the past 2 hours.
Finally getting back to the platform where Sukuna sat, you noticed a bit of blood shed not far, you blinked and looked at Sukuna who eyed you and shook his head no. Taking the sign you held silence and sat beside him, before laying Yuji across your lap, he whined and crawled over to Sukuna, sitting himself on his dads leg leaning his back against his dads propped leg looking to the sky, he was ready to see the lights he heard you talk about.
Talking quietly with Sukuna you watched as he rested his large hand on Yujiâs round tummy before resting a hand your side pulling you closer closing the space. You smiled resting your head on his shoulder looking up at him, he turned to look down at you. The fire works started and Yujiâs ooâed and aahâed talking about the colors and how loud they were. You smiled kissing his forehead. Before turning to Sukuna, âAnother Year with my husband and our Son.â
He had a small smile, pulling you closer so he could kiss you, his hand moved down to your waist. Just as he kissed you he pulled away with a hearty laugh, âa new year with my wife and OUR children.â You looked confused before you understood âRYOMEN!â In disbelief you looked at your own stomach, âhow?!â
He leaned back on one arm, âOh Iâm sure you donât need to be reminded how or when,â the smug look on his face caused your face to heat up. You looked down at Yuji as if he were gonna save you from his dad, only for him to be sleeping and snoring softly laid out in his dadâs lap.
You smiled shaking your head while Sukuna laughed to himself holding you firm against him kissing the top of your head, âHappy New Years.â You mumbled before kissing his cheek.
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Itâs a bit rushed but i wanted something for new years đ„č Happy New Years everyone!
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I MADE A CEO! NANAMI AIđđ
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Just finished reading a fanfic similar to this and I thank you for the inspiration, beauty!𫶠@lemonlover1110
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Hockey player! Sukuna headcanons
Inspired by this lovely ask by @subarusuguru. You made my head spin with the idea of hockey player Sukuna!! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me! I had to write a little something đ
Pairing: Hockey player!Sukuna x Reader (female)
Genre: fluff + smut
Word Count: 700
Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of injuries, but nothing bad. All characters are of age. Divider by @/benkeibear
Hockey player!Sukuna, who is a devil on the ice. The rival teams always know they will have several injured players after each match against Sukuna. He has a very aggressive playstyle, and his speed and strength, combined with his quick mind, make him unstoppable.
Hockey player!Sukuna, whose maroon eyes always find you when he enters the ice. He winks at you and makes a kissy face, laughing when you blow him a kiss back. The whole hockey arena can know that you are his, and he is yours. And anyone who dares make a rude comment about him being so soft for his girl will receive a brutal body check that sends them facefirst onto the ice or into the boards.
Hockey player!Sukuna, who has a mad glint in his eyes during the whole match. He is ambitious and confident, and he always plays to win. He loves being an asshole and taunt his opponents, laughing when he can get under their skin with his snide comments. But no matter how much Sukuna riles them up, they still aren't able to stop him because he always puts his whole anger and strength into his game.
Hockey player!Sukuna, who is a completely different man when he goes on the ice with his princess. Treating you with so much care and being such a gentleman. He holds your hand to make sure you don't fall when he teaches you how to ice skate. And once he can see you are ready for the next step, he lets go of you and tells you to skate toward him to get a kiss.
Hockey player!Sukuna, who has so much fun when showing you how to play hockey. Your time on the ice is filled with playful fights and good-natured teasing comments that are so flirty that you get butterflies the whole time. His laugh sounds different too, happy and free, and he only uses his strength to pick you up and pin you against the boards so he can kiss you until you are breathless.
Hockey player!Sukuna, who grins that charming grin when he lets you score and praises you for being such a natural talent, even though you know you suck. Of course, Sukuna also has to show off a little in front of his girl, and he steals the puck from you easily, making you gasp at his speed and watch with wide eyes and a smitten expression on your face as your boyfriend skates across the ice and shoots the puck into the goal with so much force it almost rips the net.
Hockey player!Sukuna, who feels a proud buzz running through his veins anytime he sees you in his jersey. Somehow it drives him crazy to see you walking around with his last name on your back. It spurs him on to play even better and show you that he is worthy to be your man. Maybe he should buy a ring and give you his last name on your ID too, and not just on a jersey.
Hockey player!Sukuna, who loves to fuck you in the locker room after every match when his teammates have left. A victory fuck to celebrate when he is still pumped full of adrenaline and euphoria, pulling you onto his lap and bouncing you on his thick cock while groaning in your ear and telling you that it is all thanks to your love and support that makes him play so damn good. Or an angry fuck after a loss to make him feel ok again, lifting you up and slamming you against the shower wall, snapping his hips fast, fucking you hard and deep, growling your name when he cums in you and finds sweet relief in your warm cunt.
Hockey player!Sukuna, who can't stop smiling when you dote on him when he is injured after a rough match. He has a high pain tolerance and doesn't really worry all that much about the injuries, but he loves it when you take care of him and look at him with so much worry in your eyes. It makes him feel so warm, and so he happily plays along and lets you change his bandages, pet his hair, and cuddle him.
Hockey player!Sukuna, who loves to win, but who thinks his biggest victory was winning your heart.
I am so in love with him!! Thank you so much for sending me that prompt!! I hope you liked my little headcanons ;)
Comments and reblogs would be very sweet đ
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found it ;3
Im so late with this but AAAAAAA đ sukuna fr is just the big brother to yuuji, they have similar traits but look nothing alike here đł oh sukuna..... ive alr seen a lot of edits w him without the markings and ughhh đ„șđ„șđ„ș i adore twins au so muchhcchch
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Masterlist đ
[Fics]
Lullaby for the Past - Office AU Sukuna x fem!reader
King of Cats - Cat deity AU Sukuna x fem!reader (on AO3)
Where the Petals Cascade - CEO AU
[One-shots/Drabbles]
A better way to enjoy chocolate
- Highschool AU Sukuna x gender neutral!reader
Sukuna in squid game AUÂ - gender neutral reader (spice warning)
Toying with you - (explicit smut) modern AU Sukuna x fem!reader
Somnophilia with Sukuna - fem!reader, smut
Picking Sukuna up from work on a rainy day -Â gender neutral reader, mild angst and fluff
Romance with trueform!Sukuna - gender neutral reader, angst
Without the Ring - fem!reader, ex-husband Sukuna, smut (dubcon warning)
Ex-prisoner Sukuna - fem!reader, fluffy, a little smutty
Sukunaâs reaction to your death - gender neutral reader, modern AU, angst
When he falls in love - fem!reader, Yandere CEO Sukuna
a sequel also with an additional ask
P.E teacher Sukuna - teacher AU, fem!reader, fluff and only softness
Sukuna and his s/o in canon verse - gender neutral reader, angst
Untitled piece - gender neutral reader, major character death, angst
Winter - gender neutral reader, soft sukuna, romance and fluff
Submissive Sukuna - fem!reader, smut
In the middle of the night, - gender neutral reader, angst and comfort
Spending a slow day with sukuna - fem!reader, domestic fluff
Sukuna as a heart surgeon - gender neutral reader, modern fantasy AU, fluff
My Lover, a Gentle Giant - fem!reader, corresponding one shot (soft smut)
Burning the world down - gender neutral reader, yandere Sukuna, angst
Perks of having Sukuna as a husband - gender neutral reader, fluff
Sukuna and verbal affection - gender neutral reader, fluff, slight smut
CEO!Sukuna x intern!reader - fem!reader, suggestive undertones
Lovesick Sukuna - gender neutral reader, slight nsfw, fluff
Sukuna rips his heart out for you� - gender neutral reader, slight gore
Trueform!Sukuna smut - fem!reader, fluff(?) towards the end
Break up angst - gender neutral reader, angst with happy end, fluff
Teasing Sukuna under the desk during a meeting⊠- fem!reader, smut
To satiate, seduce and to sin - snake hybrid AU, fem!reader, smut
Heian Era Sukuna - fem!reader, dark content
Actor AU Sukuna! - fem!reader, fluff, smut
Trueform!Sukuna in the shoujo manga genre - fem!reader, fluff, mild smut
[Headcanons]
Sukuna with reader whos just dumb
Sukuna quits smoking for you
Witch!reader x demon cat Sukuna (fantasy AU)
Mean boyfriend Sukuna (explicit smut)
Office AU Sukuna texting shenanigans
Sukunaâs endearing honesty
Sukuna with non-confrontational/introverted s/o
Fuck buddies AU (subby Sukuna, beware)
Tiktoks that embody office au Sukuna
Older brother Sukuna
Oddly specific relationship hcs w/ sukuna
Volleyball player Sukuna
Pianist!Sukuna
Sukuna in highschool AU
[Requests]
Cat!Sukuna and Witch!reader drabble
Husband Sukuna during your pregnancy
First year trio, arranged marriage HCs
Officeworker Sukuna
Sukuna with his s/oâs strange habit
Sukuna with his stressed s/o
Reaction to s/o dancing in kitchen
grumpy barista sukuna
businessman!sukuna
Yuujiâs older brother is a hottieâŠ
sugarbaby sukuna
Sukuna celebrity AU (Exes to lovers)
Picking up child from preschool with sukuna
Sukuna with s/o who has a lot of admirers
Professor!Sukuna!
Firefighter!Sukuna
Sukuna with Bowser vibes
College AU Gamer(?) Sukuna
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"What you doing baby girl?"
Uta, come get your dad.
He is drunk and trying to flirt with young girls.
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* / MISBEHAVING
â MASTERLIST;
( sukuna x f!reader / gojo x f!reader )
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summary: after getting kicked to the curb by gojo satoru, you want to give him a taste of his own medicine. the answer? ryomen sukuna. but you get more than you bargained for when you get entangled in both familyâs messes.
content warnings: angst + fluff + smut (MDNI), modern au, fake dating, toxic relationships (and families), mentions of abuse/suicide/death, everyone in this story is petty in their own way (and i mean very petty), sukuna is mostly a dick (so is gojo), toji is a bad father, everyone here is bad at feelings (sorry!), manipulating/gaslighting, alcohol/cigarettes will be commonly mentioned & included, certain degree of elitism, beware my horrible planning skills + more to be revealed as the chapters go along.
status: ongoing! (click here if you want to read on ao3)
-> flip the pages:
01. prologue: the calm before the storm
02. chapter one: the enemy of my enemy is my (boy)friend
03. chapter two: barking up the wrong zenin tree
04. chapter three: keeping up (fake) appearances
05. chapter four: the monument to all your sins
06. chapter five: two sides to the same coin
07. chapter six: and thatâs where love finds you, in the tragedies
08. chapter seven: where thereâs smoke, thereâs fire (and disaster)
09. chapter eight: two can keep a secret
10. chapter nine: the devil is in the details
11. chapter ten: bound
12. chapter eleven: be careful what you wish for
13. chapter twelve: there are no good people here
++ more to be updated!
+ notes: please rememberânot everything is accurate to real-life situations & all things that happen here are fictional. sukuna doesnât have tattoos on his face here, just his body and theyâre not the same as the manga/anime. titles for unreleased chapters might change because iâm indecisive. related asks are under the tag #series: misbehaving
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