hii !! i just read your sick gojo getting taken of by reader fic (it was amazing btw <33) and i was wondering if u could write it in reverse? like gojo taking care of sick reader yk
love ur writing and i hope u have a great day 🫶
(THANK YOUUUUU FOR THR REQUEST I LOVE SICK FICS SO MUCH IM SORRY FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO WRITE THIS !!!! TY AGAIN)
“Impartial”
— you’re sick, you hate being sick but at least he’s there.
( taking care of Gojo while he’s sick here <3 )
When you woke up this morning you thought you were dying.
Your entire body was flushed, your temperature fluctuating, your breath coming out ragged and raspy against your raw throat.
It took you about thirty seconds of enduring this torture before you rolled over and groaned into your pillow, the action making you dizzy.
Helpless to your symptoms you wiped the sweat off your forehead, throwing the covers off of your clammy body and sighed.
Fuck sakes, you were sick.
Gojo and you were supposed to go to the little cafe just around the corner of your apartment for breakfast this morning, you frown as you recall how excited he was when you asked him to join you.
The thought of food made you cringe, your eyes clamping shut in an attempt to retain you composure.
Nope, you were going to have to cancel.
With a bitter expression you sent him a quick text, telling him of your, in your opinion, life threatening cold, and apologising with a promise that you’ll join him later in the week for waffles.
You were just going to have to sleep it off- you could surely just do that. There was no way you could do anything in this pathetic state.
You close your eyes, trying to ignore the pounding in your head and how you could hear the blood rushing in your ears, and the feeling of your nose being tapped…By what felt like a finger?
…Huh?
You cracked and eye open and almost shrieked when you saw your idiot boyfriend grinning at you through his lashes, his finger delicately placed of the tip of your nose.
“Satoru! What the fuck!” You exclaimed, your heart pounding, glaring at him.
“Hi baby.” He winked, standing up to place a hand on your forehead “Man you’re burning up, how long have you felt sick hm?”
You gape at him, unable to fully register his words.
“How the hell did you get in..? Oh my God did you fucking teleport into my room?” You sat up, pushing his hand away.
The room swayed and you winced as your body protested the sudden movement.
A gentle hand was placed on your shoulder, “Hey, hey take it easy ‘kay?” Gojo raised a hand to brush away the stray hair stuck to your forehead, a soft smile on his face, “I couldn’t just leave my poor sick princess alone when she so desperately needs my help no?”
You frown at him, your hand reaching up to grasp his, “‘M not desperate at all you jerk.”
And Gojo giggles, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “Sure you are! Look at your cute little flushed cheeks.” He coos.
Your grip on his hand tightens, and he beams at how you roll your eyes at him.
“Lemme take care of you yea?”
“You’ll get sick.”
And Gojos mouth twitches, as if holding himself back from reminding you that he is the strongest.
And you hold yourself back from throwing your pillow at his stupid face.
Despite everything however, you found yourself leaning towards him, resigning yourself to his care, ignoring the way his face lights up.
With another quick kiss to your forehead he jumps up, a look of domestic determination on his features.
“Have you ate?”
You shake your head.
And then you’re in the air, well, in his arms, heading towards the kitchen.
“Satoru put me down!”
“No baby, ehe~”
You groan against his neck, and he shivers ever so slightly, gently rocking you in his embrace.
“You need to eat sweet pea! Otherwise you’ll never get better.”
“Yes I know that.” You hiss, “But I can walk to the kitchen without your help.”
Gojo gasps, and you pull yourself from his neck to look at him.
“But baby what if something terrible happened and I wasn’t there to help?”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
And you do, he knows you do, they way you whisper a small “thank you” and kiss his neck is telling, and he loves how you let him care for you, loves that you, despite everything, rely on him to help.
“Say ‘Ah.” And you just stare at Gojo, who wiggled a spoon in your face, “Come on baby, say ‘Ah.’-”
“I’m not going to say “Ah” Gojo.” You deadpan.
You’re sat on the counter of your kitchen, the one beside the sink, Gojo claiming it was the easiest place for him to feed you for you to eat.
He had made your favourite comfort meal, the one you told him about months ago, that you were sure he had forgot about.
“I’m really not hungry Toru.” You mumble, feeling a wave of nausea crash over your body.
Gojo deflates, thinking.
When he raises his head his eyes are shining, and you lift a hand to cover his mouth, knowing a ridiculous idea was going to be presented to you.
You’re fast, but he’s faster, the gentle grip on your hand is proof of that, and he smirks.
“If you eat it, I’ll give you a kiss.”
You’re staring at him again, and he only smiles back, his dimples taunting you.
“Fucking fine.” You sigh, Gojo aways gets his way, there’s no point arguing. And although you’d never admit it, out-loud, ever, you kind of wanted a kiss.
And Gojo feels his heart swell with pride as you open your mouth and eat, there’s probably stars in his eyes and he dotes upon you.
One spoonful, then another, and then he’s kissing you all over.
You protest but don’t pull away, and when he finally reaches your lips, you finally smile, the giggle you let out matching his.
You’re on the sofa, on his lap, cradled in his arms as the TV plays a rerun of some shitty movie from the 90’s.
And you let yourself cuddle him, feeling exhausted but safe in his arms, your head doesn’t seem quite as sore as it once was.
He traces little patterns on your back, humming a quiet song meant for your ears only.
“Love you Toru.” You whisper, and he doesn’t reply, just tightens his hold on you, a silent gesture that reassures you that you don’t need to thank him, that he would care about you always, regardless of what you think, or say.
the end.
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THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST I HOPE THIS WAS OK !!!! IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO WRITE IT ! i love you and i hope you’re well anon :))
(A/N: My sister and I are like alone in our hotel cause our parents went on a cruise this morning.. ANYWAY she like turned to me crying and i was like help are you ok BECAUSE RN IM SO TOTALLY HUNGOVER and then she threw up on me. IT WAS LITERALLY LIKE BIG SISTER MODE WAS ACTIVATED i feel like a fucking doctor, i stole a mop and a spray from one of the cleaning ladies cart SO if you’re a cleaner and you can’t find your mop i’m so sorry that was me i panicked.)
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