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pupkashi · 7 months

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thinking about how gojo gets so giddy and smiley when you kiss his dimples :(

like he’ll do anything for you to press kisses to his lil dimples, sometimes preferring that than actually kissing you on the lips. he always tells you it makes him feel so pretty <3

he’ll be blushy and would get so shy, his cheeks growing red and his ears burning. he would try to hide his face the first time, too giggly to look you in the eye, especially when you tease him.

“you like your dimples kissed? what happened to all that big talk earlier, look at how much you’re melting right now!” he would just huff and pout, still blushing at your actions

sometimes he’d smile and angle his cheeks at you, waiting for you to press gentle kisses to the indentations on his cheeks.

“wish i could just lay in your dimples, pretty boy” you sigh, kissing his cheeks and brushing his hair out of his eyes. he’d let the words go straight to his heart, warmth blossoming in his chest as you peppered kisses on his face.

he’ll come home after a long day, settling next to you on the couch, melting into your touch when you rub your hand up and down his arm as he lays his head on your chest. his dimples appearing softly when he hears you talking about your day, laughing at your terrible jokes.

“there they are” you grin, placing enthusiastic kisses over his cheeks, smile only growing as you watch your lover grow redder by the kiss.

“you’re obsessed,” he giggles, face smushed between your hand and your lips, “thought you said your favorite feature was my eyes” he pouts.

“changed my mind,” you hum, kissing his dimple once more before letting him wrap his arms around you.

satoru finds that years later, as the two of you are sitting on the couch, much older and wiser than before, he’s still giddy and shy when your lips press to the small dimples. he still blushes just as deep as the first time you did it.

you find him just as charming and endearing with every giggle and giddy smile. you’re still as in love as before, pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks whenever you have the chance.

a/n: idk man i just need to kiss his dimples every day every hour every second !

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emmyrosee · 5 months

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tw // hangovers! gn, but make it with ✨lipstick✨

Waking up in the morning, your head spins at the sensation of trying to lift it up, eyes crossing and a wave of fatigue washing over you. You screw your eyes shut and pull the covers higher on your shoulder, wanting the day to go away, and it hasn’t even started yet.

With your movements, the arms snugly around your waist tighten, clearly not ready to let you go about your day, and you curl your back against Satoru, the smell of his stale cologne filling your senses, and it’s the only thing that seems to ground you back to a state without the feeling of exhaustion in your muscles.

“Stop squirming,” Satoru whines, burying his face between your neck and shoulder. You giggle at the feeling of his nose nudging at you, and you opt to flip on your side to face him.

By this point, his face relaxed back out, lips smooshed against the pillow and eyes closed easily. His breath is evened out enough where he’s teetering the line of sleep again, and you try to focus your eyes on him, screwing them shut from the headache that plagues you.

“I don’t ever want to get up,” you grumble.

“Then let’s not,” he agrees.

You manage to force your eyes back open to focus on him again, hoping to catch him back in your dreams.

But your brows furrow as you’re finally able to fixate on his face, little rashes littering his pretty pale skin sporadically.

You blink in confusion, the spinning of the room coming to a halt at your concern.

But the spots on his face are too irregular, too bright and too… colorful? to be a rash.

You get a brief glimpse back into last night, being picked up by Satoru at some point and sponging kisses everywhere your lips could reach.

It’s lipstick.

He never washed off your affections. Either being too tired, or as a reminder he loves receiving them.

Your hands gently trace over the small kiss marks on his face, smiling softly when your nail fingers the divots of the lip marks. His face twitches, and you plant a loving kiss to his nose for being brought home safely.

“Go away,” he mumbles, but you both know if you did try to leave, he’d whine and grumble. So, instead, you curl closer to him, thumbs stroking his cheeks.

“Who the hell’s been kissing you?” You tease, and an easy smirk splays over his handsome cheeks. “Got color all over this pretty face.”

“Not my fault you couldn’t keep your lips offa me last night.” He lets his big eyes slowly flutter open before leaning forwards to kiss you. “Barely let me take the lipstick off, you were obsessed with me.”

“That’s how I know I was drunk.”

He gives you a fake laugh before stretching softly and engulfing you in his limbs once again, “I’m just glad it was me and no one else.”

“You and I know you’d kill anyone who had a kiss mark on their cheek.”

He chuckles and you plant a small kiss to one of the marks on his cheeks, and he sighs happily, “I sure would, babe.

“Don’t you forget it.”

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levenlike11 · 9 months

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a little lovesick satoru drabble after that horrible suna one, i really hope this is better.

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"oh god, here he comes." shoko sighs as gojo is nearing you, geto following close behind. you look over your shoulder and quickly turn back when you see the white haired, extremely annoying male.

"y/n-channn!!" gojo sings and throws himself on you, giving you not an inch of space to breathe with how he pushes his head and hair on your nose.

"hello satoru," you push him but fail to make him move so you pull his hair.

"OUCH! why would you do that to meee!?" gojo whines and stands up, turning around to look at geto who's grinning, amused by the situation.

"don't laugh at me! i'm suffering here." he pouts and shoko lets out the laugh she had been holding in.

"it couldn't have possibly hurt that much. stop overreacting." you say which only seems to make him sadder.

"now you announce me a drama queen, how will my heart ever recover?" he raises his hand to cover his face dramatically, contradicting himself. he never misses to give you an oscar worthy acting, so talented they would hire him to play in a shakespeare theater if he applied.

"you'll be fine." you mutter and open your book again, mumbling a curse under your breath when you realise you lost the page you were on.

"see, now i have to go through all the book to find my page." you sigh but gojo doesn't seem to care, still busy whining about how rude you are towards him.

"you never act this way with shoko, or geto. he's much less handsome than me- no offense bro." he turns at geto, who doesn't seem to mind the comment enough to argue back. it's just gojo and his usual dramatic-ness after all.

"because shoko is my best friend and geto is a really nice guy, who is definitely more handsome than you by the way." satoru quite literally throws himself on the ground after hearing those words come out of your mouth.

"i'd rather die than hear those words again coming from the love of my life." he closes his eyes. he looks like the people playing dead to fool a bear.

"i told you to stop calling me that, and it's the truth, he's much much more handsome, and cool, and strong.." you start counting but gojo cuts you off.

"i'm gojo satoru, mind you! the one with six eyes and stuff you know. i'm literally the coolest and the strongest."

"this is why they don't like you back." shoko chuckles and you sigh, putting your book down again. he doesn't look like he'll let you read at all.

"gojo-" "satoru, please. i want my love to call me by my name." "i am not your love, satoru, please leave me alone. i already told you i don't like you." he has called you a sadist multiple times. even 'the cruelest person on earth'.

"you do, actually." he smirks, "you looooove me. how could you not?"

"i currently do not feel anything positive towards you. i might start hating you if you don't get up soon." you'd be surprised how quickly he gets up after that.

"no, please don't! we still have to marry and buy a house with pets and raise kids together-" he gets on his knees and hugs your legs in front of him.

"slow down satoru, we don't even date yet." you laugh at this antics. he's the most stubborn person you've ever met, dedicated to get you to like him romantically. it's not like you really hate him, you sometimes even think you might like him back. just a little bit. but it's fun seeing him like this, so desperate for you. (it makes you feel nice.)

"yet?!" he springs up, grinning from ear to ear. "so we might date in the future?"

"not if you keep doing this."

"what if i take you out to dinner?" you act like you're thinking about it.

"maybe if you also take me to the bookstore later and buy me ice cream."

"GETO, DID YOU HEAR Y/N? we might go on a date!" he jumps on geto, hugging him tight. shoko and you are practically dying of laughter at this point.

"get off of me." geto pushes him away but also smiling, seeing how excited satoru is and happy since two of his close friends are finally about to get together. he's also glad he doesn't have to suffer while watching these moments on first row with shoko. (they don't know it'll be much worse and annoying after you start dating though.)

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☆ hope you enjoyed reading! please feel more than free to leave feedback and have a great day/night!🫶🏻

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 7 months

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Gojo Satoru - "Harajuku Street Food"

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In which a certain special-grade jujutsu sorcerer stops at a street vendor's stall that catches his attention with its heavenly scent and leaves with more than just a few purchased snacks. Or; In which when buying some snacks before meeting his three first-year students, Gojo Satoru successfully acquires the number of the cute vendor that runs the stall.

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"Hey there!"

A smooth but playful voice called, drawing your attention from the portable skillet in front of you.

Looking up, you're met with a very tall man with white hair, a customer surely. However, your attention is drawn to his face, or rather, to the black blindfold that covered his eyes and forehead. Even if you couldn't see half of his face, you could still tell that he was quite handsome.

Suddenly though, a hand appears in front of your eyes and snaps a few times, breaking you from your observation. The man had leaned forward while you were distracted, his face only inches away from your own now, his nose nearly touching your own.

"Ah! S‐sorry sir! Um, what would you like? There's a wide selection of goods to choose from."

You flinch backward, quickly trying to correct your unprofessional behavior by offering the man the usual customer greeting.

The blindfolded man lets out an attractive chuckle as he places a hand on his hip; you swear you could hear him mutter a quiet 'cute'. He then turns his attention to the medium-sized menu card that you had sat to the side; perusing his options. Though it seems like he didn't need to look long as he quickly turned his attention back to you.

"Right, I'll take everything."

He spoke with a curt nod, his voice still playful but with an underlying seriousness.

You stare at him for a while; unable to process quite what he meant. What did he mean by everything? One of everything or literally everything?

"Uh... One of everything?"

You asked him cautiously, becoming nervous at the thought of having your stall picked clean so early on in the day.

The man tilts his head at you, his smile shrinking a bit, and you can only assume that he must think that you're a bit slow on the uptake. But just as quickly as it shrunk, his smile grew wide again and his chipper attitude presented itself even more prominently.

"Nope! Everything you've got! Oh, I'll take your number too while I'm at it!"

He chirped, loosely crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned forward slightly, towering over you.

You feel your face heat up at his words; you've never met someone so bold before. Quickly, you turn around and bag up all of the inventory you have so far today. Ending up with six bags, you pull out a pen and turn back to him, seeing him leaning on the stall counter.

"Here you are sir; your total is ¥59,610.80. Both cash and card are acceptable."

You told him as you handed him his bags; gently grabbing one of his wrists.

The man tilts his head again, seemingly forgetting his earlier flirt, but you only lift the pen that you had grabbed. Pulling his wrist toward you, you write your number down on the heel of his palm; face warming even further at the fact that you're committing to it.

"M‐my number, you asked for it earlier so..."

You stuttered, looking away from him in embarrassment.

He chuckles, standing up to his full height and putting his free hand in his pocket. An attractive smirk spreads across his face as he turns to leave.

"I'll definitely call you some time, you're too cute~"

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imwritingforfun · 3 months

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Two unknown streamers

Gojo satoru x gn reader enemies to lovers

synopsis- gojo and you both met while streaming together for the first time not knowing you guys really dislike each other so what will happen when you do a face reveal once you reach the number of followers you wanted to get to and everyone sees who gojo was talking to the whole time

Genre: enemies to lovers/angst to fluff

Status: will post chapters when I have time to

Taglist: open

1. Overslept again

2. Joining the stream

3. School fair ahead!

4. You're overthinking it

5. Take a break for once

6. Mysterious person

7. Can't come to the phone leave a message

8. Pool party

9. Late night streaming

10. Why don't you show yourself

11. Hold on they sound familiar...

12. Not the time for guessing

13. Could it be...

14. Let's meet up

15. Face reveal

16. I knew it from the start

17. School fair

18. What a surprise

19. Graduation party

Valentine's Day special

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hollowtakami · 3 months

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HOW THEY HUG YOU

CONTENT: self indulgent hcs on how my fav characters give hugs! just pure fluff, nothing more. giyuu and rengoku may be ooc because this is my first time writing for them and im still learning!

WORD COUNT: 771

AUTHOR NOTE: guess who can’t sleep again lol! i’ve been battling a pretty severe episode for a while now, and i’m trying to pick myself up again so i thought i’d write some fluffy hcs for my comfort ppl! remember that you’re loved, friend!

SATORU GOJO - NECK HUGS

Satoru hugs as though he’s never known personal space. It’s probably because of his infinity, and how he never lets anyone get close to him; so, he’s gonna be as close to you, any chance he gets.

He’s clingy, but not overbearing. He’d ring his arms around you and pull you into him. Holding you close and feeling you bury your face in the crook of his neck is his kryptonite, he loves it.

While he hugs you, Satoru would gently rub your back or run a hand through your hair. Or, if you just need to be held, he’ll understand. Satoru isn’t the best at communicating, but he’ll comfort you with gentle words as much as he can.

Depending on why he’s hugging you, Satoru’s hugs can be a little tight. If he’s happy, you’re gonna be seeing stars because of the lack of oxygen. If he’s a little low, it’s a lot more gentle, so much so that it startled you the first time he softly melted into you, arms snaking around your neck and pulling you in.

KYOJURO RENGOKU - BEAR HUG

Kyojuro’s hugs melt your heart faster than his flames ever could. He’s so gentle, wrapping his arms around you, one looped under your arm and the other around your shoulder as he pulled you in. His look of sympathy disappears as you fall into his chest, close to his heart as he sets yours ablaze.

Contrary to his extroverted nature, Kyojuro’s hugs are very gentle. He’s a hashira, he knows how to protect people and keep them safe. You half-expected to be squeezed to death by him, but was pleasantly surprised when you found yourself safely cooped up in his embrace.

When he hugs you, his hands instinctively move to your hair, the arm snaking around your shoulder gently moving as fingers run through your hair to soothe your woes. He’ll whisper affirmations and words of comfort to you, telling you that it’s more than okay to find yourself in a moment of vulnerability such as the ones you both share when you hug.

He’s the best hugger known to man and you cannot change my mind. He’s used to giving Senjuro lots of hugs, so he’s basically a trained professional.

KEIGO TAKAMI - WAIST HUG

Keigo loves hugging you and having you close, he’s rather protective of you and hates having you away from him. Sure, he could always send a feather to you, but that’s not close enough, even if his feathers are a part of him. If he could, he’d become one with you. After an isolating childhood, Keigo craved attention and closeness.

His arms snake around your waist, gently holding your sides as he pulls you close and wraps his wings around you, cocooning you in his warmth, the safety of his plumage. His feathers only add to the softness of the hug, their feel is great for grounding people should they need it.

When he hugs you, Keigo loves peppering you with kisses, seeing you smile and giggle in response, He loves seeing your soft, flushing face as he pecks at your cheeks and dotes on you. His favourite thing to do is give your forehead gentle kisses or caress your back with a feather or too, anything to make you feel more comfortable and safe.

He’ll whisper to you and remind you that you’re loved, that things will be okay. He’s good with words, since he interacts with his fans and other heroes a lot. Though, this doesn’t mean his words are empty, Keigo would move boulders for you. After all, with Japan’s no. 2 around, nothing would ever be able to hurt you, not when you were in his arms.

GIYUU TOMIOKA - LOCK HUG

Bless his heart, Giyuu isn’t the best at comforting people sometimes. But he tries for you, nonetheless. He’ll offer you his haori, heart melting when he sees you slide it over your shoulders before he locks your arms to your sides with a hug, His arms around yours as he pulls you into his chest with a worried expression; he’s either overthinking a little on how to help you more, or concerned for you. But, it’s definitely both.

His hugs are light as a feather, not much pressure at all. He doesn’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable, he’ll protect you no matter what. He’s proud of you, grateful that you felt comfortable enough to let your guard down in front of him, and he wants to repay you by giving you the best comfort he can muster.

When he hugs you, he’ll gently whisper to you, tell you that everything is alright, you’re safe with him. He’ll hear your soft replies, smiling to himself as he feels you nestle deep into the crook of his neck.

Giyuu’s hugs can be somewhat timid, but he’s trying his best! You’re healing together, and his hugs heal him more than recovery breathing ever could.

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darlingaether · 4 months

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I do adore

❧ summary: In which Satoru Gojo is hopelessly in love with you.

❧ cw: fluff, gn!reader x gojo satoru, short… not proofread!

❧a/n: my first work on here! I’m hoping to post more in the future. I love Satoru sm <33

Gojo Satoru adores you; this is a known fact to seemingly everyone but you.

When you talk about something you’re passionate about, he can’t help but stare. The twinkle in your eyes as you chat excitedly, moving your hands around in a flurry, has his heart fluttering and a dopey smile rising to his lips.

He laughs it off when you finally notice and gives you a light shove on the shoulder, giving some lame excuse before moving onto the next topic.

His favorite color? He spends so much time staring at your eyes, how could it be anything else? But, the absolute favorite shade would be the color of your eyes when the sun reflects in them. And his second favorite color? Well, the shade of your lips of course.

The first time you called him “‘toru” in that voice of yours he adores? He promptly tripped down the last two steps of the stairs you two were descending. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, but he secretly was glad when he heard that sweet laugh escape your lips, even if it was directed at him.

He likes how nicely you seem to compliment each other. Where you’re quiet, he’s more talkative. He can handle the cold pretty well, but he brings a jacket anyway because he knows you can’t. The way you look in his jacket has that fluttering feeling returning, and he wonders what else of his you would look good in.

But he adores messing with you—the way your eyes widen slightly and your face changes into that flustered look before rolling your eyes at him? Oh, he wonders how you’d react if he just kissed you then and there.

But somehow, when he does actually muster up the courage to admit his feelings to you, you admit them first. The way you, who was normally so perfectly composed, stuttered over your words as you gripped his wrist and let all your feelings come rushing out? Oh, that lit up his heart as he cupped your face and finally pressed your lips together.

The feeling of your lips pressed against his? Forever imprinted in his mind, especially when your lips curled into that smile.

And he could deal with the way his friends teased him afterwards, claiming he'd become even more insufferable. But he can’t help it; he adores every little thing about you.

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queenendless · 1 month

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Giddy Giant

Working on new content for here on other stuff like P3R and maybe YGO in the future but its mostly JJK still for now. Anywho — !

Lee!Satoru Gojo x Ler!GN!Reader.

Short fic piece on established relationship, tickle madness/fluff, foot tickles/worship. The moment I saw the official artwork, my inner ler demanded content.

Sorry for my personal kinks/fetishes and it's fine if it turns you off from reading this but honestly I wrote this in like 2 days ... yeah inspiration comes and goes and works in odd ways so sorry about that.

*DON'T PLAGARIZE, REPOST, TRANSLATE, COPY AND/OR EDIT MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER IF YOU ENJOY MY CONTENT, REBLOG, LIKE AND FOLLOW, THNX.

Downing a bunch of coffee with mini marshmallows would satiate the sweets addicted Satoru Gojo for the time being.

But after finishing a week’s worth of work exorcizing curses, it would make even the one at the apex of sorcery get exhausted.

So cups of that cozy warm beverage only knocked him right out.

To see him out of his usual work attire and into more casual clothing was nice. Having no blindfold on meant his bangs hung freely in his face.

Laying down on the couch meant his long slim legs took up most of it, with his big dawgs pressed against the couch arm.

You peaked over the couch, smitten at the breathtaking sight of your partner fast asleep, feasting on how irresistible he looked.

Now that he's back in your shared home, that meant he trusted you enough to let his Infinity down and recharge.

But after being apart for so long, you wanted to hear his genuine melody right away.

The carefree laughs he gives off to everyone else was always for show or mockery due to his bad personality.

And yet, around you, his persona as the strongest could be dropped. To you, he's just Satoru Gojo, your partner, free to unwind.

For you, plopping on the arm rest those grippers pressed up against, your favorite unwinding method went underway.

His face scrunched up a bit, underlined by quiet grumbles as you stroked a finger up and down one sole before his other foot came in to brush your ghost touches away.

You grinned slyly, repeating the same brush stroke to the other sole, watching in silent glee as those strewn lips started stretching.

Tenderly rubbing his bridges in circles, your hands went all spider-like as they scratched at them next.

His legs shifted as his head craned back against the other armrest, humming some deep chuckles behind those now curling lips.

Slowly wiggling your digits into his arches had him kicking, nearly hitting you, but you sprung off the arm rest, when you froze.

“If you wanted to get a session going, you could have just waited until after I fully rested up. But attacking me in my sleep with my guard down like that … sneaky little ler you~”

Despite getting caught, Gojo's slanted eyes danced with mirth, peeking from underneath his arm resting against his forehead. He then propped those feet up on the armrest, waving them temptingly, waiting for your next move.

Gently kneading that velvety foot with ease made you relish in how soft they felt despite the man moving around so much and kicking the shit out of foes and the like. Your thumbs wiggled deeply into his silky skin, licking and smooching, for his taste is one that could never be topped.

He craned his head back as his adorable giggles left his open mouth smile, plopping his spare foot atop your noggin. “Does using you as my new footstool earn me anything?”

“Careful what you wish for.”

Releasing your current target, you pulled his other foot off your cranium before squeezing it in both your hands, gentle nibbling on his squirmy taunting toes had him giggling louder, kicking his spasming free leg out in response.

“Maybe I should have asked for this kind of treatment the moment I got back.” He chortled through his words, squirming as he sat up now, pulling his free foot out of your reach to flex it. “Though I'd rather you sit your cute little fanny down if we're gonna keep going.”

Smooching the ball of his foot, you freed it as you curled up on the empty cushion spot, snatching up the other foot, cradling it still before lathering those toes in the same sultry treatment as you gave the previous five, working your tongue in between them, earning a guffawing Gojo squirming in his spot.

“If it means I can keep doing this, fine by me.” Your breathy words made him shiver from the tingling touch to his slick skin.

“Can't believe being the lee in this can feel this good. Receiving this kind of worship from you is interesting. Though it'd devastate my very soul if I reflexively hit you by accident~!” He dramatically cried out before breaking out into full blown howling as you sat on his calves to slide all your fingers in between all his toes, attacking the pads and stems in your vibrating frenzy.

“That's a risk I'm willing to take – AAH~!”

You suddenly yelp as Satoru slid his hands underneath your top from behind, kneading and pinching your flesh, jolting in his grasp while letting out many shrieks yourself.

“Bad move to turn your back on your prey ... Y/n.”

Your futile attempt to pull away from him drove him to pull himself in until he literally splayed up against your back, leaning down to chuckle sinisterly right in your blushing ear.

“This is where you're weak, right~?” His teasing only heightened the ticklish sensation as his hands slid down to cup your jiggly belly and vibrate those sculpted fingers of his crazily, bringing out a stream of high-pitched howling and frantic limbs flailing outta you.

“I'm down for switching our roles right about now. You're not the only one who's missed the sound of our laughter.” He littered your face with butterfly kisses in tune with his fingers digging into your hips, making you laugh harder. “Especially yours.”

“No fair! I was just getting started!” You whined through your cackling when his lips began buzzing into your neck, earning spouts of screams and squirming from you.

“You've been a fabulous tickle monster thus far, Y/n. But now, let your dear Toru return the favor~” His devious laughter mingled with your guffawing as his lone digit jiggled into your belly button.

His unrestrained laughter filled up the room with yours, caging your legs between his own. Shedding tears from the ticklish overload, you were smothered by his unbridled warmth, tickles and all.

After a while spent becoming puddy in his dexterous hands, he stopped, letting you sag against his chest, shivering from his ghost touches, tired giggles leaving your parted lips.

Nuzzling his nose against your tear-stained hot cheek, he licked the salty goodness off your skin. Satoru beamed with affection for you, pecking your lips lovingly with a giggle of his own. “Good to be back in your arms again, my beloved ler.”

He fell back against the couch so he could lay there with you entangled in his arms, your legs intertwined, as you nuzzled your tired face against your makeshift pillow that is his chest, finally settling down with a smile of your own.

“Welcome home.”

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empyreanwritings · 1 year

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Love, Unconditionally

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x gn!Reader

Word Count: 719

Summary: You never understood why Gojo stayed, especially when you had so many depressive episodes. But it's fine - Gojo doesn't need you to understand. It won't ever keep him away.

Warnings: mentions of depression, disordered eating, and usage of "baby" and "sweetheart"

Gojo isn’t an oblivious man unless he wants to be. He feigns ignorance to piss off the elders but is always aware of what is happening. Which is why he finds it funny that you think you can hide when you’re entering one of your “bad weeks,” as you called it.

It always starts the same–you pushing yourself to work harder than usual. You take on too many cases in a week despite your body begging you to slow down. Then you spend the next day in bed because you physically do not have the strength to pull yourself up, and that’s the beginning of the spiral Gojo worries about. One day turns into five, and you stop bothering to eat by day two.

You swear to Gojo you’re only tired and insist you ate, but he only stares at you in response because he knows the truth. Why bother lying?

He kneels next to your bed where the lump in the comforter is hopefully your head. He refuses to yank back the covers and force you out. If you get up, he wants it to be your choice.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs just loud enough for you to hear. “Would you like to shower with me?”

“No,” you reply weakly. “I’m okay.”

“No funny business, I promise.”

You stay silent and peek your head out of the covers. “No?”

“I promise. I just wanna take care of you, that’s all.”

You slowly lift yourself until your back is against the headboard. Gojo sighs in relief–progress. You slide one leg over the edge of the bed and then the other; it takes a minute, but you manage to plant your feet on the floor. The wood is cold against the soles, but you don’t seem to mind.

“Am I too heavy for you to carry there?”

Gojo scoffs. “C’mon baby, you’re never too heavy. I’m a god.”

His words bring a faint smile to your face, and his chest warms at the sight of it.

Progress.

He carries you into the bathroom without complaint. He sits you on the toilet and turns the water on in the shower, letting it heat up while he undresses you. You let him peel off your pajamas layer by layer. His fingers ghost over your skin, not in a sexual way, but in a way that reminds you he is there and he will do anything to ensure you are okay.

When the water finally warms, he pulls you into the shower with him. At first, you do nothing but stand under the spray in his arms. The heat loosens your body almost immediately, and he feels you relax in his hold.

“Is the temperature okay?” His voice never raises above a gentle murmur, and you’re thankful.

You nod “S’fine.”

He works through the motions of washing your body and massaging your muscles until you quietly tell him you’re ready to get out. No matter what he does, he touches you in some way to keep you aware of his presence. Even as he dresses you, you notice he takes his time and lets you lead with whatever body part you want to move first. He is only there to guide each part into the clothing correctly and gently.

“Do you ever wish you fell in love with someone less difficult?” You ask when he brings you to the kitchen for a light dinner.

You aren’t trying to trick him. No matter his response, you know you’ll respect it. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, especially when you were in a bad period, you couldn’t imagine what he saw in you, why he wanted to take care of you, why he loved you. If Gojo woke up one day and decided to leave you, you wouldn’t have the right to argue.

At least, that is what you believe, and Gojo refuses to let the belief stay in your pretty little head.

He leans against the kitchen counter to make eye contact with you. “You are not difficult. Your struggles are not an inconvenience to me, and I never want you to think they are.”

“But I’m always-”

“I’m going to stop you right there, sweetheart,” he quickly cuts you off. “You’re in a headspace that does not allow you to see what I see, which is okay, but I cannot let you talk poorly about yourself when you are. I love you–never once have I regretted my love for you, do you understand?”

You swallow and look down at the counter to hide the tears pooling in your eyes. “I understand. I love you too, ya know.”

He chuckles and moves back towards the stove to continue cooking. “I know, sweetheart. I’ll always know.”

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pupkashi · 4 months

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satoru thinks about the anatomy of a hug often.

he thinks about it when you’re both waking up in the morning, you’re still half asleep and his hair is poking in every direction possible, a half dazed smile on his face as he scoots over, urging you to wrap your arms around him.

a content sigh leaves him, face burying into the crook of your neck and taking a deep breath.

“g’morning sweets,” voice raspy and muffled, you smile, humming in response.

“g’morning angel boy,” you whisper, eyes still closed as the two of you gently fall back to sleep, this time hugging each other, with your heart as close as possible.

satoru thinks about the anatomy of a hug when the two of you are arguing, when you’re upset at him and frustrated beyond belief. he’s being stubborn, he knows he is but he also doesn’t get why you’re so upset.

“maybe if you’d just listen to me you’d get what I’m saying!” you groan, your jaw is clenched as you stare at your lover in anger.

“you just keep saying the same thing over and over what else is there for me to listen to?” he replies back, angry at the lack of progress in the conversation.

“whatever,” you mumble, turning your back on him and beginning to walk away.

if there’s one thing satoru would never allow himself to do, it’s let you go to bed angry and in the middle of an argument. he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he follows you into the bedroom.

“sweetheart I’m sorry, i don’t wanna go to bed arguing, can we please just- let’s just sit on the couch for a little okay?” his voice is leagues gentler than it was before, and you feel yourself wanting to lash out at him again.

a deep breath and a cold glass of water later you’re on the couch with your lover, wrapped in each others arms. soft sniffles leaving your nose as satoru wipes away your tears, apologizing once again before hugging you tighter than before.

the second he sees you after a mission away he’s wrapping you in his arms, hugging you and never planning on letting you go.

“oh i missed you so much lovebug” he murmurs, kissing your forehead before hugging you once more.

“you were gone for two days, toru” you laugh, holding him tightly nonetheless, grateful to have your lover back in your arms.

he’s hugging you after he gets home from work or you get back from hanging out with friends. he’s hugging you after a rough mission and is choking back sobs. when he’s being harassed by his students and you peek your head into the classroom, all of them immediately on their best behaviors.

“oh sweetheart you saved me!” he fawns, hugging you, picking you up and spinning you around before kissing your cheeks.

satoru loves hugging you, knowing there’s no other way for your hearts to be closer, knowing you’re here and safe in his arms. knowing the two of you are heart to heart, filled with love for one another.

a/n: i hope you get a nice warm hug, you deserve it ! <3

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jiarkives · 3 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ warnings – angst, implied death, implied abduction and torture

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ note – just a brainrot (⁠*⁠﹏⁠*⁠;⁠) forgive me for the rusty writing, i have not written in so long

Loving the strongest one is not for the weak; you knew that when you agreed to a relationship with Gojo Satoru.

However, you never knew just how hard it is until you’re sitting in a restaurant you have reserved a week prior, alone as you wait for him because he’ll make time for your anniversary, right?

Until you’re walking home in the dark, cold and alone, when you could’ve been driving around the city with him.

Until you’re lying in the middle of the night, awake and alone, worrying when he’ll come home– if he’ll ever come home.

Until you’re crying yourself to sleep alone as you clutch your phone in your hand, desperately waiting for a message from him, or from his friends– any sign to let you know that he’s alive.

Until you’re waking up in an unfamiliar room alone, hearing unfamiliar voices outside the door, gloating about how they “have got the strongest one’s weakness”, wondering when he’ll come for you– if he even knows you’re gone.

Until you’re battered, bruised, and alone with your captors as you desperately try to stay conscious because he’s going to come and save you, right?

Loving the strongest one is not for the weak, and safe to say that you have never been weak. But you’re just human. And you’re not the strongest one, after all.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x gn!reader #gojo satoru x fem!reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru angst #jujutsu kaisen angst

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emmyrosee · 2 months

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helloooe i don’t know if u write for gojo (i’m new in your blog and haven’t seen gojo posts lately or maybe i haven’t scrolled far) and saw that your looking for angsty requests, can i request angst as in the different levels of gojo and reader, that gojo is so powerful and that the world constantly needs him so he can’t give reader enough attention, in a way actually hit them both in their relationship?

if not, it’s okay, i hope you’re doing fine!!

GOJO ANGST MY BELOVED-

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"If you leave, you will come home to an empty house."

The warning falls confidently from your lips, as if premeditated and ready to be released into the air at any given trigger. Satoru stops getting his shoes on and turns to face you. Your eyes hold nothing but exhaustion, eyes under your bags dark and the lifelessness in your face sends a shiver through him. Had you looked so worn out all day?

"What... did you just say?" He whispers, brows pinching in the center in betrayal.

"You heard me. If you leave me right now, without a second thought of my regard, you will come back to nothing from me but my scent and this memory of us."

Thirty seconds ago, he smearing frosting on your nose and when you pushed him away, he’d peppered kisses over your face and fingers dug in your sides. Thirty seconds ago, you'd been interrupted in your baking by the man who would move mountains and swim oceans for you, only for his phone to ring just seconds later, calling him away like it always does.

Thirty seconds ago, he was kissing the laughter from your lips. Now, you’re threatening him.

You're cruel for this predicament, this choice and this bomb to be dropped on him mere seconds from him leaving for who even knows how long. But it doesn’t matter to him. You knew what you were getting into, and it’s not his fault he’s needed more often than not.

You should love him no matter what. As he does you.

He swallows thickly, "don't do this. Not right now."

You shrug, "this is your choice. Not mine. You know my terms.”

Bile rises up his throat and his hands tremble before fisting themselves into a little ball, "this is your choice, you doing this right now when I need to leave-"

“You always need to leave. I’m just sick of it.”

Now, Satoru just feels himself getting angry, "is this ultimatum really necessary right now? You couldn't have waited three damn days-"

"I think you're optimistic in guessing you'll only be gone for three days," you chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest. He sees the hurt in your features, but he merely shrugs it off as he continues to put on his shoes. “I’m not kidding, Satoru,” you warn. “You leave. I leave.”

“Then leave!” He shouts, hating the way tears sting at his eyes, “do it! I dont need you! You think I do? I’m Gojo Satoru.”

He does. Good fucking god he does, Satoru needs you like he needs water, craves food and forces breath into his lungs, he needs you like he’s paid to and loves you more than himself.

But you can’t know that. Even if not knowing it will drive you away.

You just your lower lip out and shrug, “then leave. Gojo Satoru.”

In desperation, he searches your eyes for something, anything to call your bluff, anything to tell him you’re lying, you won’t leave him. But your eyes tell him nothing, your eyes are closed off and protecting yourself from his venom.

He balls his fists and takes a sharp sniff through his nose in an attempt to ground himself.

“Maybe I will.”

He opens the door before slamming it shut behind him, the vibrations rattling his bones and making him feel even weaker than he was before. He knows that you might slam the door in a not too dissimilar way in but a few hours, cupcakes abandoned and bags packed into your car, leaving your keys in the mailbox and leaving his life for good.

All he can do is hope otherwise.

But in all the lies he can tell himself, that’s one he’s having a hard time believing.

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baroquebucky · 2 years

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rainy evenings

in which gojo gets himself caught in the rain for sole sake of your cuddles to warm him up

word count: 849

a/n: hi hi ! my headcanons we’re nicely received so i figured I’d post a cute lil one shot and see how it does ! feedback is much appreciated and if you have requests feel free to send them in !

Gojo had never liked or hated rainy weather, remaining indifferent about the water pouring down around him as he walked to where the curse has been reported. He took his time, listening to the sounds of the rain as it fell from the sky. His peace was interrupted by the buzzing in his pocket.

it’s raining hard be safe <3

Gojo smiled at the notification, finishing off the curse with ease before turning on his heel, typing back a reply.

always am sweets

And as quickly as he could he headed back to jujutsu tech, taking care of a couple things before appearing at your front door, about to knock before he had the most brilliant idea.

Gojo took a step back from your front door, standing in the middle of the rain and turning off his infinity, letting the rain drench him to the bone before knocking on your door.

“satoru! you’re dripping wet!” you squealed, rushing to give him a blanket and taking his wet clothes off.

“sorry sweets, was just so tired and wanted to get here as soon as possible” he pouted, “didn’t want you to worry your pretty head over me.”

You took his hand and led him to your shared bedroom, grabbing him a change of clothes before ushering him into the restroom.

“i thought you were gonna cuddle me until i got warm” the white haired man whined and you rolled your eyes.

“after you shower, i don’t need you getting sick and coughing on me” you quipped, closing the door and heading to the kitchen to make the both of you a cup of hot chocolate.

You warmed the milk up and poured the powder in, stirring it before adding small marshmallows into the mugs, making sure you added a bit more to satoru’s.

You placed the mugs on the coffee table and settled into the corner of the couch, flipping through a couple channels before landing on a movie you liked.

Gojo walked out of the restroom, carelessly tossing his clothes in the laundry basket and finding purchase on the couch cuddled up to your side. He nuzzled his head into you lap before grabbing a blanket and wrapping himself in it, sighing happily and fluttering his eyes shut.

“missed you so much lover” he mumbled, snowy eyelashes kissing the tops of his cheeks as he blinked his eyes open to look up at you.

“you saw me this morning ‘toru” you replied, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head before running your fingers through his hair and brushing out any knots.

“you do anything fun while i was away?” he asked, closing his eyes as you recalled your day to him.

The slight scratching of your fingertips caused goosebumps to rise on his skin, letting himself relax into your touch. Gojo drowned out the worries eating away at him and focused on whatever you were talking about, not registering much but humming along because he never wanted you to stop talking to him.

“so was this all part of your plan?” the words caused the sorcerers eyes to open and look at you in confusion.

“what plan?” he mumbled, shifting to sit up and resting his head on your shoulder.

“when you stopped yourself from knocking just to stand in the rain and come in here to play victim” you replied, turning your head to look your boyfriend.

Gojo’s blue eyes went wide as he gasped, hand going over his heart as he fought back.

“i was not playing victim” he protested, “i was just appealing to the emotions, yknow, pathos and ethos and all that” he corrected and you hummed, smiling at him.

“whatever you say angel” you mumbled, leaning in a bit to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. The pet name caused gojo to blush more than he’d like to admit, his heart pounding against his side as he relished in the softness you addressed him in.

“I’m just glad you’re home safe” you added after a beat of silence, the concern in your voice pulled at gojo’s heartstrings as he sat up, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, wiggling a bit so that you laid on top of him.

“I’ll always come home to you” he replied, “you don’t have to worry about a thing sweets” you smiled, the words comforting you as you looked up at your lover.

The two of you remained a tangled mess of limbs and blankets on the couch, soft sounds of the tv drowned out by giggles and rainfall.

Gojo decided he loved rainy weather. He loved being tangled in your warm embrace, the taste hot chocolate and extra marshmallows lingering on his lips and he stole kisses from you while you watched movies on the tv. He loved the sound of the rain hitting the window as you slept with your head on his chest, hands gripping the material of his sweater tightly to ensure he wouldn’t leave your side.

Gojo loved being with you, he loved being home.

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hotvinimon · 5 months

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Precognitive Dreams

ft. Gojo Satoru

A/N : Pairing gojo satoru x gender neutral reader. Hurt to comfort to Hurt ?? I really hope you'll like it. The pictures aren't mine. Credits to the owner. English is not my first language.

Arriving at the battlefield, you were hit with a gut-wrenching sight. There he lay, barely holding on, in sheer agony. "Blood was oozing from his lips, wounds crisscrossing his body, vivid marks of the brutal battle," you observed. His faint smile when he caught sight of you threw you into a whirlwind of disbelief and shock. You desperately wished this was all a cruel illusion, a nightmare that could vanish with a snap of your fingers. But no, harsh reality dug its claws deeper. It was your beloved partner of 7 years and 11 months – the one who'd playfully argue about needing his daily "vitamin u." His love for you ran deep, fierce, and unwavering, ready to fight the world for your sake.

Memories flooded in, like the time he'd asked for his favorite kikifuku to brace himself for this very battle. You, however, casually mentioned the nearby bakery instead. But now, words failed you, tears streaming uncontrollably as you clasped his hands, pleading for this horrific nightmare to end.

In a tender moment, Gojo took your trembling hands, whispering, "You know that space between slumber and wakefulness where you remember that you are dreaming? That's where my love for you will forever dwell, where I'll eagerly await you. I love you, darling. Always."

Before you could respond, a chilling sensation swept over you, his hands turning cold, his breaths growing shallow. Panic surged as you desperately called his name.

Abruptly, a freezing wetness jolted you back to consciousness. Your frantic eyes scanned the familiar surroundings – you were in bed.

"Hey there, had a nightmare?" It was him, your beloved, concern etched on his face. Clinging to him, you hugged tightly, relief washing over you.

"Darling, are you alright? Also, about those matcha-flavored kikifuku, I know there's a bakery nearby, but could you…?" He paused, mentioning a battle with an old friend who seemed to be lingering around Yuji, not willing to depart. The weight of the situation weighed heavily on your heart.

V-Chan's Delelu Chronicles

I recently learned this word. 'Delulu'

I've been drastically affected due to gojo's death. And I really believe that he'll come back.

About the topic, Precognitive dreams mean - the dreams that predict future.

Now you'll be really sad.

Bye

Love you

💗

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imwritingforfun · 1 month

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07 Two unknown streamers- can't come to the phone leave a message

Gojo satoru x gn reader enemies to lovers

"Thank so much nanami" you said grabbing your stuff "don't worry about it y/n utahime said she will stop by" said nanami he was fixing the two of you some lunch "utahime is coming?" You asked pulling out your phone only to see it was dead "shit" you whispered "is something wrong?" Said nanami flipping around a pancake

"it's nothing but my phone died must be why I didn't see any of her messages" you said putting your phone back in your pocket "why don't you use my charger it's in room" said nanami "thank you" you said walking away even if you are here with nanami you still couldn't help but worry on who that person that texted you was you were pulled out of your thoughts when someone knocks at the door

"it must be utahime y/n can you get that?" Called out nanami "yes" you said quickly charging your phone and walking towards the door you pulled the door handle and the door opens only it wasn't utahime waiting for you it was gojo standing outside with his head low "gojo?" You asked "y/n? What are you doing here?" He asked you were going to answer but he cuts you off

"actually nevermind don't answer I don't care but I need to talk with you" he said putting his hands in his pockets but you nodded your head no "we already talked and I'm really not in the mood for you to be making fun of me right now" you said crossing your arms "I'm not here to make fun of you I just need to talk with you it's important" said gojo tilting his head to the side

You sigh and look back "fine" you said looking back at gojo closing the door behind you "what?" You said looking at him up and down "I guess I'm here to apolo... I'm here to just say that I didn't mean to make fun of you so let me make it up tomorrow I am having a pool party I want to see you there since there are more things I want to talk to you about" said gojo looking away from you like he was embarrassed

"I'll think about it" you said putting your hand in the door handle about to go back inside but stop when you hear gojo say "fuck okay y/n I believe you that you have a stalker that's why I wanted you to come to my pool party I wanted to help you find who the stalker is"

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Taglist open: @sonicsolos @chilichopsticks @owotalks @kaibloom79 @sabrinexx @xhxzgn @colours-of-heaven @asta80fishbowl @oinixd @tojisworm-5

synopsis- gojo and you both met while streaming together for the first time not knowing you guys really dislike each other so what will happen when you do a face reveal once you reach the number of followers you wanted to get to and everyone sees who gojo was talking to the whole time

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teddybeartoji · 1 month

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彡 SUNSHINE IN A FORM OF A STRANGER

☆. contains: satoru gojo x gn!reader; meet-cute, fluff!! and a lot of smiles bc that's all i know to write about, he's an office boy in this just for the fun of it + this is for you my love @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat<33 thank you for this cute little idea this belongs to you!!! wc: 1.5k

the afternoon sun is warm on your skin as you take a second to relax against the bus window. the music booming from your headphones sounds extra crisp today and the shuffle seems to be on your side – only playing the right songs today, letting you completely forget the existence of a skip button.

you can faintly hear the bus doors beep through the music and you hum to yourself, so ready to complete the rest of your errands and to reward yourself with a sweet cup of coffee from your favourite cafe.

your eyes are set on the cars and the traffic on the other side of the window until a body enters your peripheral. turning your head, you go to investigate the motion and what you see almost gives you a brain anerysm.

a man, seemingly your age, panting and heaving with flushed cheeks is staring right back at you. his cheeks are a dark red hue and his eyes are crystal blue – nothing like you've ever seen before. he's grasping onto the pole next to the door as they closely shut behind him and he's smiling.

a smile that most certainly belongs in a museum. he's showing you his teeth and his pretty pink lips and you gulp, suddenly feeling a bit warm yourself. it's a sheepish grin – a bit embarrassed maybe, but bright, oh so bright nonetheless.

a few of his snow white hairs cling to his forehead and his free hand moves to loosen the black tie around his neck, taking in big deep breaths to level his breathing.

the eye contact lasts way longer than it should – especially between complete strangers but it doesn't feel awkward nor weird. the butterflies in your stomach being the main argument here.

the bus jolts as it starts moving forward and his eyes flick away from yours for just a second, scanning the surroundings – and you swear the tips of his ears grow a tad darker when he spots the free spot right across from you. he shuffles past a few other people and plops down, tugging his briefcase onto his lap. from the corner of your eye, you spot a dash of color – pink socks with little bows on them, from underneath his black slacks and you hold back a laugh. he seems to notice your observation and even though he thought he couldn't get any more flustered... he can. he let's out a shy laugh under his breath before locking his eyes onto the ground.

feeling a bit nervous from the interaction yourself, you decide to divert your gaze outside and back to the various cars passing by.

you feel his eyes on you the second they're there – his gaze is not for the weak. it's heavy and it's curious; he takes in your freckles and your outfit, the way your eyes catch the sun and the way you subconciously bop your head to your music. he hugs his briefcase closer to his chest as he feels his heart grow twice in size.

without moving your head, you glance back at him and your eyes meet again. he offers you another bashful grin and you can't help but mirror it, letting the corners of your lips tug upward toward your ears. his only widens even more and a pair of dimples appear. a coo theatens to slip from the back of your throat but you manage to keep it in. he's beautiful. he can't sit still for the life of him – his leg bounces, the rush from the run and the rush from the beautiful stranger running through his body. his fingers dig into the material of his little bag as he tries to keep his excitement down.

for eight minutes, you steal glances of each other. sometimes meeting, sometimes not. the smiles and the butterflies stay. the warmth in both of your cheeks stay until he his eyes widen and he turn to look behind him at the monitor displaying the stops. his head whips to the street outside and he let's out an inaudible gasp before hastily pushing himself onto his feet, his briefcase almost falling in the process. you lean to catch it but he does it before you, rewarding you with a small thank you! anyway.

he stumbles toward the door as he keeps his eyes on you, bumping into another passanger and immediately showering the guy with quiet apologies. you quietly laugh behind your hand and his chest blooms with pride – proud to have made you laugh, even if it's at his own misfortune.

the bus comes to a halt but he finds it hard to leave. you're a stranger but he wants to count the freckles that adorn your face. you're a stranger but he wants to listen to what you listen. you're a stranger but he's already addicted to making you laugh – he doesn't want to leave.

you've turned your whole body toward him in the meanwhile, seemingly just as distraught as he is about your sudden goodbye. your eyes shine so brightly as you stare back at him, pleading to make him promise that you'll see each other again.

the doors beep and he's about to be caught in between them—

"I LIKE YOUR SMILE!"

it comes out so loud that almost the whole entire tram turns around and if you felt warm before – you're burning now. he seems surprised by his own tone as he steps out of the machine, eyes still glued to yours. he's not embarrased and neither are you – this is probably the most romantic thing you've ever experienced in your whole life (and this is only the beginning).

you glance to the front of the bus and spot a red light through the window – the world is on your side. turning your head back, he's still there, standing tall behind the glass doors, one hand clutching the handle of his briefcase while the other twitches beside his body. he's considering just ditching work and breaking through the doors just to spend another moment with you.

he's pulled from his disgustingly romantic thoughts when he sees your lips move. he locks in and tries to mouth along to make sure he understands what you're trying to tell him.

"eye... laai.. k... yu.. s" his eyes squint and his eyebrows furrow as he leans his body closer to the door – you almost hear the confused huh that bursts from his lips. it only makes you laugh even more, head dipping back and your body ripples with warmth.

you hear the bus start up again and you quickly focus back on him, afraid that it'll take off before he gets your message.

to emphasize your words, you try to sign with them. you point to yourself as you mouth the word i, your fingers move into a makeshift heart as you mouth the word like and you point to him—

the bus jolts again and you speed your last movement.

you point to him and then back at your own mouth – smile.

for good measure, the handsome stranger says the words out loud once more and he gets it now! he wants to repeat it back to you but before he can, the bus takes off - leaving him with the sight of you grinning as wave him goodbye.

he watches the machine disappear into the traffic until he feels his phone vibrate in his chest pocket. he pulls it out and unlocks it without ever looking at it, he raises it to his ear as he floats in his little daydream—

"tell me you're at least on your way, gojo." he hears his coworker sigh deeply into the phone, he almost feels it. the stranger shakes his head, letting his white curls flow in the wind as he tries to get back to his day.

"yeah-yeah, i'm literally about to step inside, nanami." another sigh emits from the other side of the call. "by the way, do you want coffee? i know you do. i'll get you something, don't even worry about it."

"how are you going to buy coffee when you're about to step insi-"

the stranger ends the call, cutting of his coworker with a smile. the sun warms his head and his heart as he wonders whether you like coffee too. he feels like the only person in the world in this moment – the birds are singing, the gentle wind is blowing, his coworker will most likely cover for him and the sweet drinks and the pastries he's about to buy will taste divine, he just knows it.

he promises himself that he will take the same bus the tomorrow and the day after tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that – he's gonna see that smile again.

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