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Gojo Satoru was many things. Annoying, loud, cocky, and cheerful just to name a few of the adjectives you would use to describe him. But above all, you would say he was mysterious, magical even.
After all, it’s not everyday you see a man with snowy white hair wearing a blindfold with an overly cheery attitude. You can confidently say you never met anyone in your life quite like Gojo. There was something behind his large smiles. The way he would look towards a direction when there was nothing there. Or how he would randomly manifest himself in your vicinity when you swore he was nowhere near you. Or how wealthy he was, not caring how much he spends. Or how you could never actually touch him, like a some barrier was put in-between the two of you.
You don’t ask about any of those things. You had a feeling he won’t answer them, or if he did he won’t tell you the whole truth. It was apparent you two live in two vastly different worlds. The only reason why you even know him was because he frequents your bakery so much. A small, humble bakery. A place where you didn’t think Gojo would even spare a glance at. Nothing about your shop was outstanding, unlike him. You were just a baker. Just a woman who gave him sweets to satiate his monstrous sweet tooth. It’s not your place to know whatever is going on in his life.
The bell doesn’t ring but you know he’s here. His presence wasn’t too hard to notice. That and his voice.
“Cupcake, I’m back~”
“What have I told you about calling me petnames?” You turn around to look at the smiling man in front of the counter.
“Aww, don’t you like them? You want a different name? How about pumpkin? Or little mochi!”
An exasperated sigh leaves your lips. You don’t bother telling him again that he shouldn’t be using petnames when you guys were simply owner and customer. He won’t listen anyway.
A menace. That’s what he was.
“So, what do you want this time around? I’ve got a batch of cookies freshly baked.”
His grin widens. “Did you bake them just for me?” He teases and you roll your eyes.
“No. I don’t cater to just you, you know?”
“Would be nice if you did.”
“I will ban you from my bakery.”
“Pumpkin,” he pouts. “Where else I will get my sweets from? I only love your bakery!”
A child. A literal man child. Just how many things was Gojo Satoru? You release another sigh.
“I couldn’t ban you if I tried.” He’d just get inside your shop somehow like he always does. “So just tell me what you want.”
His lips curve upwards. “I’ll take all your cookies and a strawberry shortcake!”
You start packaging his order. Seriously, how could he eat so much sweet stuff all at once?
“How do you not get any cavities?” You mutter under your breath.
“Because I’m the best!” He replies without any hesitation. You ignore him.
You hand him his order and pays the amount you ring up. The cheeky smile is still on his face, his arms on the counter, leaning forward.
“Anything else you want?” You arch an eyebrow.
“How about a kiss?”
“I’ve got Hershey kisses around here somewhere.”
“Pumpkin!” He whines. “That’s not what I meant!”
You swear you’re growing older by the second. “Don’t you have work to do or something?”
He still looked like a pouty child when he pulls back but then wears his cheery look again. “I’ll see you again pumpkin.”
You watch him exit the door, the bell jingling. Taking out a towel you begin to wipe down the counter.
A flirt. A huge damn flirt he was.
~~~
It was just your luck to forget your umbrella when rushing out of your apartment to get to the bakery because you slept through your alarm. Turns out binge watching tv shows late at night was a bad idea. Who would’ve thought.
So here you were, standing right outside your shop after closing up, watching the rain coming down. The chilly wind envelopes you and you shiver. Didn't dress properly either. You contemplate your options. The better option was to call someone so they could drive you home. Unfortunately, you know no one’s free right now. The less appealing option was just endure walking through the rain and risk getting sick.
You sigh.
You move to step out into the rain when a familiar voice stops you.
“Are you really going to go out in the pouring rain?”
In front of you was Gojo. Funny, you should be asking that question when he was out in the rain without an umbrella. But, he wasn’t drenched at all. It’s like the water droplets slide right off him. Another one of his mysterious qualities you assume.
“I forgot to bring my umbrella.” You shrug.
A frown tugs on his lips. “And you wanted to be soaked in the rain?”
“I don’t have any other choice.”
“Well now you do! Good thing the great Gojo Satoru came to your rescue!” He beams.
“And how are you going to help?” You cross your arms over your chest, giving a look.
“Just stand in front of me, you’ll be fine.”
You were hesitant but you know Gojo won’t let you go unless you agree. Although you don’t know how you feel about Gojo taking you to your apartment. Then he’ll know where you’ll live. He’s already a headache at the bakery. However you push that thought to the side and walk in front of him.
True to his words, you don’t feel the rain hitting your body. Weird, like you two were in your own bubble. Surprisingly the walk back to your apartment was quiet. You expected Gojo to talk your ear off but instead he was silent behind you. Was that a good thing? It should be, but now you can’t help wondering what he was thinking about.
“So this is your place,” Gojo hums when you arrived at your apartment.
“Yeah. Thanks for...escorting me here.” Your eyes glance to the ground when you express your gratitude.
“I couldn’t let my little mochi be all wet now could I?” From the corner of your eye you see his lips curl into a mischievous smirk.” Although, I could make you wet in a different way-”
“And I’m leaving.” You say with a huff. So shameless.
Walking up the stairs to your apartment you get out your key to open the door. Just before you enter you spot Gojo still on the street, still watching you, making sure you get inside. The gesture was nice. Until he opened his mouth again.
“You’re taking a long time sweetheart. Do you want me to come inside with you?”
You slam the door shut.
~~~
Letting Gojo know where you live was a mistake. Now he comes over whenever he wants like he owns the place. You couldn’t even kick him out if you wanted to. He’ll just be back inside again. He doesn’t even need a key to your apartment. Curse his damn magical abilities or whatever powers he possessed.
Gojo was like a stray cat that let himself in. But you would much rather have a cat over him any day. Every time he comes over he lounges around, talking about his work or anything else that comes to mind. You learn that he’s a teacher. Not sure if he’s a good one if he keeps spending time at your place, but the way he speaks about his students was endearing. He cares a lot about them.
Gojo was also banned from the kitchen. He couldn’t cook to save his life. So, he takes your food from the fridge and eats your cooking. In return he showers you in praises and compliments. He would also pack your cupboards full of sweets he bought, but it’s not like you eat them. It’s mainly a place to put his sweets so he could eat them later.
The most annoying part about Gojo invading your personal life was the fact that he was shirtless in your apartment. All the time. You know it was just for getting a reaction out of you. What a damn tease. Not that you don’t appreciate the eye candy because Gojo was very well sculpted and it was hard not to admire him, but you don’t need to feed is already giant ego. That, and it’s not like you two were a couple. This would’ve been normal in a relationship setting. You and Gojo are far, far from that.
A huff escapes your lips when you couldn’t find your phone. It had to be charging on your night stand but it wasn't there. There could only be one culprit, and said culprit made himself known.
“Don’t worry Cupcake, I have your phone.”
You whirl around to find Gojo--shirtless--by the doorway with your phone in his hand. Marching over to him you attempt to snatch it back but he holds it above his head. And because he’s so damn tall, you can’t reach it, not even when you jump.
“Give me back my phone.” You hiss. He was enjoying this, evident by the way he grins at you. Just to give you a false sense of hope he dangles your phone lower before straightening his arm out. Insufferable, so damn insufferable. “Why did you take my phone anyway? You have no business going through my things.”
“I just added my phone number, in case you ever need anything from me.”
“Like I need anything from you.” you snap back.
“You never know when you need rescuing, pumpkin.”
“The only thing that needs to be rescued is you if you don’t give me my phone back.”
Gojo chuckles, finally lowering his hand so you could take your phone from him. “Woah little mochi, didn’t know you can be so violent.”
“Gojo you give a headache I swear.” to emphasize your point you rub your temple with your fingers.
He does a dramatic gasp. “I am gracing you with my magnificent, shirtless form and you say I give you a headache? Don’t you want to admire me like I’m fine art?”
You throw a shirt at him.
~~~
You didn’t see Gojo for four days. No, you were not worried. You were not. You were glad that the annoying, pain in your ass man was not here to bother you. You could work in peace in your shop...only to find yourself making a ludicrous amount of cookies that only one person can eat all at once. You had your own space again in your apartment...only to find it too quiet for your liking.
What was he doing? Was he okay? He didn’t leave you a message or anything. It was worrying. Then again, why would he? Now that you thought about it...you didn’t really act kind to him at times. Did you push him away?
The thought of you being the cause of his absence makes your gut churn.
A tug of war happens inside your mind. To call or not to call. Your finger hovers over the green button, hesitant to commit. The whole day your thoughts were about him, to the point you couldn’t even concentrate on your other work.
You finally make up your mind and press the button, placing the phone near your ear. After two rings Gojo picks up, his cheery voice flowing into your ear.
“Pumpkin! I didn’t think you’d call me. What is it?”
At the sound of his voice you let out a sigh of relief. He sounds okay. “I just wanted to check up on you, that’s all.”
You could just picture the annoying smile on his face when he says his next words. “Aww, does my little mochi miss me?”
“No, I don’t.” You mutter in denial.
Gojo laughs. “You can’t lie to me Cupcake~”
And he’s back to teasing you again, but you don’t mind. Maybe you have lost it. A retort was on the tip of your tongue when you hear some commotion in the background. Sounded like wood cracking and splintering along with someone shouting “Gojo-sensei!”
“You sound like you’re busy.”
“I’ve got time for you pumpkin. I just took my students out on a field trip!”
A field trip, huh? You highly doubt that’s what he’s doing, but you don’t question it.
“Well, whatever you’re doing...come back in one piece.” you murmur the last part. You weren’t stupid. It wasn’t hard to figure out that Gojo deals with dangerous things in his life. Probably has a lot of enemies (with his attitude, you’re not surprised). You may not know the specifics, but it was clear his job was merely more than being a teacher.
“Don’t worry about me, no one can touch me. Well, I can make you an exception.”
“I’m going to hang up on you,” you deadpan.
“So mean, pumpkin. Anyways, don’t worry. I’ll be home by tonight. Can’t have you feeling neglected now can I?”
Like you said, you hang up on him. And he kept his words, returning to your. apartment late at night with a bag of souvenirs. On the table were plates of his favorite food that you cooked.
“All this for me? You shouldn’t have!” The smile he wears is dazzling, skipping over to the table. When he first entered through the door you made sure to scan his bodies for any injuries but he looked the same as ever.
“I figured you’d be hungry.” Looking to the side you rub the back of your neck. You glance back at him before mumbling,”Welcome back, by the way.”
“Careful. Don’t spoil me too much Cupcake, not sure if I can take it.”
You roll your eyes. “I’m not spoiling you. I just wanted to do something nice. And...,” you trail off before picking up your sentence again. “I thought I drove you away with how I act towards you.”
The white haired man throws his head back and laughs. You narrow your eyes at him, puffing out your cheeks. He’s laughing at you? Of course he is, he’s Gojo Satoru for god’s sake.
“Woah pumpkin, don’t give me that look. I just find it funny that you think that you could drive me away. You’re adorable, you know that?”
“Shut up.” You turn away from him, crossing your arms over your chest.
He walks around front, towering over you. You feel so small compared to him. But weirdly enough, you feel safe with him. You know he won’t hurt you, ever.
“I’m not going to leave you. I promise.” His voice takes on a softer tone, one that reassures you. It makes you smile a little.
“Let’s eat before the food gets cold.”
“Oh let me feed you! Here comes the airplane~”
“On second thought, you’re not getting anything.”
“That’s mean!!”
You refuse to admit it out loud, but Gojo carved a permanent place in your life. An important puzzle piece that without it, your life would be incomplete. But Gojo doesn’t need to know that.
~~~
Gojo enjoys watching movies, specifically rom coms. You don’t know what it is about that genre that appeals to him, but he would be invested in every Hallmark Christmas movie. Though he talks too much, always complaining about what the character should or shouldn’t do or what the plot holes were. Truthfully, you didn’t mind. You actually found his commentary entertaining, more than the movie anyway.
“Movie’s about to start.” You call out to him, sitting down on the couch.
Gojo comes bouncing into the living room with a large bowl filled to the brim with sweet candies. Plopping himself next to you he presses his thigh against yours. The movie starts and already he starts talking about a plot hole he noticed. Sometimes you wonder how he’s able to see with a blindfold on, but with Gojo anything is possible.
After he finished his bowl of sweets Gojo places his head on you lap, stretching his legs out on the other side of the couch. Since he was so large, his legs dangle off the armrest.
“I’m not your pillow you know.” you glance down at him.
“But your lap is so soft and nice. I like it.” He hums, turning his head to nuzzle into your stomach.
You attempt to push him off knowing it was futile because of the barrier around his body. Contray to what you thought, your hand makes contact with his shoulder. So shocked at what happened you pull your hand back as if you were burned, wide eyes staring at him.
“Something wrong?” He tilts his head at you.
“I touched you,” you bluntly state, eyes switching between your hand and his body.
“What about it?”
“The barrier you have...it didn’t stop me.”
“Oh, that.” Gojo shrugs his shoulders. “I have it off when I’m around you.”
“Is that such a good idea?” Concern laces your tone. As far as you know, the barrier was a shield for him. Why would he want to have it off, especially around you?
“Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” He smiles at you, lifting his hand to cup your cheek. Warmth from his palm seeps into your skin. “I don’t want any space between us.”
You stiffly nod, unsure of what else to say. You couldn’t believe Gojo was allowing you to touch him. He put down his walls for you, literally. It was a step, a big step. Towards what you don’t know.
You look down at Gojo on your lap, eyes flickering to his white hair. Mustering your courage, your begin to run your fingers through his snowy locks. Something smilier to a purr escapes Gojo, pushing his head into your hand more like a cat would. The display makes you chortle. Leaning back into the cushions you continue to watch the movie, your hand continuing to stroke hair gently.
He falls asleep later and your legs grow numb, but you don’t move a single inch.
~~~
Somehow you were flat against the mattress, underneath Gojo with his lips devouring yours. How did this even happen? Your mind couldn’t think properly. All your senses were consumed by Gojo. How sweet his lips tasted, reminiscent of the cookies he stole from your cookie jar. How warm his hand was as he cups your cheek. How he just fills your entire vision, hovering above you and could easily hide you in his arms if he wanted to do so. How insistent he was, barely giving you any time to breath as he chases after your lips.
You’d be lying if you said you didn't act the same way. Gojo was addicting, making you crave him. Your hands roam over the front of his body before tangling themselves in his hair. That action earns you a groan from him. Tilting his head he deepens the kiss, his hand sliding down to squeeze your hip.
So entranced by him that you didn’t register the fact that your fingers were toying with his blindfold. At the last second you realize what you were doing and let out a gasp, breaking the kiss.
“I’m sorry,” you pant, placing your arms by your side.
“What for?” he frowns at you, disappointed that you broke the moment.
“I was about to pull your blindfold off.”
At your reasoning Gojo chuckles, shaking his head. “Cupcake, you don’t have to feel bad about that. Here.” taking your hand he places it over his blindfold.
“What are you doing?” you blink at him.
“Go on, take my blindfold off.” he encourages, but you were still skeptical.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m the one offering, it’s alright. Take it off.”
The smile on his face wasn’t his usual cocky or mischievous ones. No, this smile was genuine and sweet. Still you couldn’t help but be hesitant. He covers his eyes for a reason, an important reason most likely if he has one on all the time. And yet here he was, allowing you take it off, giving you power.
Clearly sensing your hesitance, Gojo gives you one last push. Turning his head to the side he kisses your palm, lips lingering on your skin. The contact made your shudder. He nods at you. With a deep breath take the next step, pulling off his blindfold, his white hair falling down to frame his face.
A breath catches in your throat when you stare into his eyes. Nothing prepared you for this. Sure you’ve envisioned what his eyes looked like behind his blindfold, but none of your guesses came even close to reality. Was this real? How was he even real? Your mouth hangs open like a fish out of water, stunned and speechless.
His crystalline blue eyes mesmerizes you. You’ve never seen a shade so bright and beautiful. You could drown in his eyes for hours. Your hands move up to cup his face, thumbs running circles into his skin. Gojo continues to watch you silently, letting you admire him like he was a shining jewel.
“It’s unfair how beautiful you are,” you mumble out. Yeah you stroked his ego, evident with the way he puffs out his chest and shows a cheeky smile. But it was the truth. He was the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on.
“I’m quite the catch, aren’t I?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. Then he softnes his gaze, leaning down to brush his lips against yours in a tender kiss that makes your heart warm. “But don’t worry, you’ve got me hook, line, and sinker.”
You could tell he was going to go off on another teasing streak so to prevent that, you shut him up. With your lips.
~~~
You decide to treat yourself on a day out. You worked hard these past few days, you deserved a break. Gojo tagged along.
The day was pleasant; it wasn’t too hot and there was a nice breeze in the air. Your first stop was the mall. A week ago you donated a lot of the clothes you didn’t wear to charity. More than half of your closet was cleared out. You realized then that you had a bad habit of keeping things when they clearly don’t fit you anymore. So, it was time to bring in fresh clothes.
“Pumpkin, are you trying to kill me?” Gojo says dramatically, placing a hand on his chest when you stepped out from the changing room wearing a strawberry printed dress that hugged your knees. You tilt your head in response to his words. Honestly, you’re not even sure if you’re capable of doing that to him but Gojo begged to differ.
He walks up to you, placing his hands on your hips. His black sunglasses fall to the tip of his nose, allowing you to see his vibrant blue eyes. “Look at you, so pretty.”
Your eyes glance to the side. “You think? I’m not sure...,”
“Impossible, come here.”
He takes you to the large mirror, wrapping his arms around you from him and resting his chin on your head. Turning his head to the side he plants sweet kisses on your jaw. “See how pretty you are? My pretty baby,” he coos. “This dress is perfect for you.”
His compliments and physical affection make you squirm in his arms, but you couldn’t deny the warmth blossoming inside your chest. He was never afraid to make his feelings known for you. Heck, he would probably serenade you in the middle of the street out of nowhere without a care in the world. But it’s because of these actions that make you feel good about yourself. Because of his words, you feel beautiful in the dress. And you would’ve bought it yourself but Gojo was quicker. No matter how much your protested, he bought you the dress anyway.
To repay him, you buy him ice cream.
You also buy one for yourself. Both of you sit down on a bench to eat the sweet treat. Gojo happily licks the ice cream while you go at a much slower pace. Next to you Gojo chuckles.
“What?”
“You’ve got a little something on your face.”
Before you can ask where it was, Gojo leans over to lick the corner of your lips. You show an exasperated look.
“You could’ve used a napkin.”
He just grins. “But then the ice cream would go to waste.”
“If you wanted a taste of my ice cream, then here.” you hold out the cone to him.
Gojo goes against your expectations and just kisses you. He claims that the taste was much better from your lips.
~~~
You don’t know when you and Gojo started sleeping together. One day you just found Gojo sleeping behind you and you didn’t have the energy to tell him to sleep on the couch. One, because he looked exhausted. Two, he wouldn’t have listened.
Your bed wasn’t big enough for two people, let alone Gojo who was too damn big and took up 80% of the bed. However, you guys make it work. Both of you have to be super close to each other, practically spooning to stay on the bed. It was nice actually, having Gojo spoon you from behind or you cuddling up to his chest. In his arms you feel safe. Not to mention he runs warm; he was your own heater.
Cold feet press against his bare legs and he yelps from behind you.
“Pumpkin, don’t do that,” he whines.
“Sorry,” you mumble out sleepily, wiggling your toes against his heated skin. “I’m just trying to get warm.”
“You’re just like an ice cube. Or ice cream, cold and sweet.” You can just feel the smile against the back of your neck. Leave it to Gojo to compare you to some sugary treat in the early morning.
He tightens his arms around you and he makes sure to warm up your cold appendages. Soft kisses litter your skin and you sigh, content. You shift so you turn to face him, pressing your face into the side of his neck and breathing him in. His head drops to your shoulder, also trying to get as close as possible to you. The mornings were the rare moments where Gojo wasn’t so hyper.
For a moment your vision was hazy when you opened your eyes but it was quickly fixed after you blinked a couple of times. Sunlight streams through the window, bathing the bed in a warm glow. Sounds of birds chirps in the distance. It was warm under the covers and next to Gojo. All you want to do was lay here with him, but not all wishes come true.
Glancing to the nightstand you read the clock to be 7:25 am. You have to open your bakery at 8 am. You try to pull away from him but Gojo keeps an iron grip on you. There’s no way you can escape.
“I’ve got work to do.”
“Too early.”
“Don’t you have to teach your students?”
“They can survive without me for a bit. I just want to stay with you.”
You sigh, combing through his hair. “I know, but I’ve got a bakery to run. Come on Gojo, let me go.”
He withdraws from you. A frown paints his lips. “Call me by my name.”
“I just did...?” your eyebrows knit together in confusion.
Gojo shakes his head, his frown turning into a pout. He really was like a child. “My first name. Don’t you think you’re long overdue to call me by my first name?”
He had a point. It only seem right to call him by his first name. Another step.
“Satoru,” you whisper, like it was some secret. Only for you and him to know.
His pout transforms into a grin that rivals the brightness of the sun. Dipping his head his lips latch themselves onto your neck. You gasp when you feel his teeth scrape against your skin.
“Satoru..,” you cling to him.
“Again. Say my name again,” he orders, nibbling right under your ear.
“Sa-to-ru.” Dragging out the syllables of his name you shut your eyes, drowning in the affection he was giving you. Soon you find yourself flat on your back, gazing up at shining blue eyes clouded with desire.
“I need to hear more from your pretty lips, you can do that for me yeah? Say my name again.”
Because of him, you were late opening your bakery. But you didn’t mind the extra attention you got in bed.
~~~
The sky roars and yells. Bullets pound against the roofs and windows. The winds howl. The outside world was dark and merciless, briefly illuminated by flashes of light before it all goes black.
You were also surrounded by darkness. Knees brought up to your chest, you were curled into a tight ball inside the closet. With every roar you jump, shaking like a leave barely hanging onto a branch. Your eyes were screwed shut and your hands were pressed against your ears in a failed attempt to muffle the angry sounds of Mother Nature.
It was cold. It was dark. It was scary.
This was how you always dealt with thunderstorms. When you were younger your parents worked a lot so you were home most of the time. When the sky was angry and took its anger out at the world, you hid under tables or in closets, staying there until the storm passed.
But this time, you weren’t alone.
“Cupcake, I’m back!”
You couldn’t find your voice to call out to him. The bigger part of you didn’t want him to find you like this, all pathetic and frightened. What would he think? So you try to stay as quiet as possible, even holding your breath.
Gojo finds you. No matter what, he will always find you.
“Hiding in a closet? Is this some game pumpkin?”
Bringing your arms down to wrap around your legs you hide your face in your knees. Did he think you were weak? He probably did. What adult hides in a closet because of a silly fear like thunderstorms?
Surprisingly, Gojo’s voice takes on a softer edge, dropping any hint of joking around.
“It’s cramped in the closet, no? Come on, let's get you out of there.”
When he moves to take you in his arms you shake your head, pushing yourself back. The closet was your safety bubble, it’s all you had to protect yourself.
Suddenly a loud crack of thunder booms in the sky, scaring you to your very core. A squeak falls your lips and you launch yourself forward, right into Gojo’s arms. He catches you easily, pressing your head against his chest.
“Satoru...,” you whisper, digging your fingers into his shoulders.
“Shh, I got you.” he murmurs, taking you to the bed. Sitting back against the headboard, his long limbs swallow you whole. He was your shield. It was warm, very warm. And you feel safe.
Soon your tense muscles relax and you don’t even flinch from the thunder. The rain continues to beat against your apartment but you were in your own little safe haven.
~~~
Gojo hasn’t texted you or called you the past four days. Normally when he was away for some time, he would constantly send messages or call you to tell you about his day or hear about yours. It was a way to feel connected with him when he's not with you. He would always do this, so it comes as a huge shock that he stopped all communication with you. Every hour you would check your phone, only to be disappointed. He didn’t even answer your calls or replied to your messages. Something was wrong.
You stayed awake each night, waiting for him. Sometimes you would fall asleep on the table or you would drag yourself to bed in the dead of night. His scent that lingers on the pillow made you miss him even more.
On the fifth night, he returned.
“I’m touched that you stayed up for me, but you should sleep cupcake. Wouldn’t be good if you fell asleep at the bakery now would it?”
Something was defintely wrong. Try as he might to mask his trouble by his light tone or his smile, it doesn’t work on you. There was an undertone of exhaustion in his voice and his smile wasn’t as bright as you’re used to.
The chair scrapes against the floorboard as you get up, making your way over to him. You gaze up at him, saying nothing.
“Something wrong pumpkin?” He tilts his head.
You should be asking him that, but you know he’ll brush your concerns off. Lifting your hand you drag his blindfold down to his neck. His crystal blue eyes reveal just how tired he was. His eyes tell you he saw many, many things. Gojo doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to hide it. Your heart aches. Without any hesitation you embrace him.
A deep breath escapes his lips and he slumps against you, like the whole entire world bores down on his shoulders and he could no longer support the weight of it all. You tumble back with an oof but still keep yourself upright, though you don’t know for how much longer. Gojo was quite heavy for you so you guide him to the bedroom.
The bed creaks as both of you lay down. Your arms were still around him, except Gojo moved his head from your shoulder to your chest, keeping his face hidden from you. His own arms were wrapped around your body, holding onto you like you would disappear if he didn’t hold onto you tight enough.
It was uncharacteristic for him to be so quiet. Your hand runs through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. It must be tiring to be on top of a pedestal all the time. To always put on a front. But Gojo doesn’t need to do all that. You don’t know if anyone told him that. You assume everyone has high expectations from him but not you.
You give him a squeeze. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
The whole night you hold onto him, letting him know that he wasn’t alone. You don’t mind the fact that your shirt grew damp.
~~~
Your body aches all over. Each intake of breath was torturous. Rivers of crimson stream down your skin, staining the hardwood floor beneath you red. Somehow, you manage to gather your strength and stand back on your wobbly feet again.
“We’ll give you credit for your resilience, although it won’t do much for you in the end.”
Around you were elders, the type who were rooted in their traditions. The type to do horrible things and cover them up with a facade. The Zenin Clan, they said. Right after you closed up your shop, a group of people took you away and now you were in their estate you presume. How many hours has it been? You don’t know.
The world shifts, a sharp paining throbbing at the back of your head when it collides with the hardwood floor. Yet, you get back on your feet once more. No matter how many times they knocked you down, you get back up. You do it to spite them. They hate it.
“Come on, tell us what you know about Gojo Satoru. Then your pain will end.”
“I told you...,” you huff. “I don’t know any information about him. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”
One of them clicks their tongue in annoyance. “She is just a mere civilian, she doesn’t know anything about curses and sorcerers.”
They talk about that a lot. About curses and sorcerers and techniques. None of them made any sense to you. It was obvious that Gojo was a part of their world, but you don’t know anything about it. He never told you anything. In a way, you didn’t know much about him at all.
“How pitiful, he just keeps you around as entertainment. Well, what do you expect from the Honored One? The Strongest Sorcerer? A God among men?”
“Then again, we can use her as leverage. Gojo Satoru is an annoying thorn in our side. He’ll most likely bend to our wishes if he sees the state we put her in.”
Laughter rings out in the air, causing all conversations to be stopped. The source of the laughter? You. You don’t even know why you’re laughing but you are. It hurts to laugh, but you couldn’t stop.
“She’s gone mad.” Another mutters.
“You can see Satoru as whatever you want. A God, some sort of special magical being, whatever. To me he’s just an annoying man child who has an inflated ego.”
“Look at her, talking as if she knows about him when she didn’t even know curses even existed!”
You shoot a glare at the elders. “Yeah, I didn’t know they existed. But I know Satoru, my Satoru. He's always there for me, just like I’ll always be there for him. I love him, and you can’t change that. Go ahead, beat me some more. It won’t change anything.”
“Suit yourself. We have no use for you anymore considering you’re useless. We’ll get rid of you.”
You shut your eyes, bracing yourself for the onslaught of pain. But, it never came. Instead you feel that all too familiar presence in front of you and a pair of warm, sturdy arms wrapping around your body. Loud gasps rise in the air upon his arrival.
Your eyes open, a relieved smile curling on your lips. Drained of your energy you slump against him but he holds you upright. “Satoru...,” you whisper, clutching onto his uniform.
“Sorry I’m late, (Y/N).”
It was the first time he ever used your name. Through your hazy vision, you notice how hard he was clenching his jaw. Without a word he takes off his blindfold and covers your eyes. The room goes dead silent.
The blindfold was pulled down to your neck a moment later. Looking around you see no one in the room but you and Gojo. You don’t question it. He picks you up bridal style, cradling you protectively against his chest. The steady beat of his heart thumps in your ear, a calming sound. For the first time you see worry in his eyes as he assess your injuries, the guilt filling his eyes.
Even though it hurts you raise your hand to stroke his cheek softly. “Hey,” you say quietly. “I’m okay.”
“They hurt you.”
“You saved me before it could get any worse.”
He takes in a deep breath before lowering his head to nuzzle his nose against yours. You do the same to him, a small gesture to show that you’re here for each other. Temporarily you forget the pain, soothed by the presence of the man who protected you.
“Let’s get you to Shoko.”
The world warps before your eyes until you and Gojo were transported to another location. Bright lights attack your eyes and you groan, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
“So this is who you were talking about.”
Turning your head slightly you spot a woman with a tired smile in front of Gojo. Quickly her lips press into a thin line when she scans your body and takes note of all the injuries you have. She jerks her head. towards the cot on other side of the room and he follows her.
“Don’t worry, Shoko will have you patched up in no time,” He assures, setting you down on the cot. As his hands slip away from your body you grasp onto his sleeve, tugging on it. He understands the message, sweeping the hair away from your forehead and smiling at you.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”
The room was quiet while Shoko works on healing your injuries. After she finished she leaves the room so you and Gojo can have privacy. The silence continues. Lots of things were on your mind.
“Will you tell me everything? About curses and all that? And what you do in your job?”
“Yeah, I’ll tell you.” He nods. There was no trace of his cheery demeanor. “Do you hate that I hid this all from you?”
You shake your head. “I get it, I don’t blame you. I just would like to know the truth now.”
“Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you.” He murmurs, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.
“Do that in the morning, I’m tired now.” You let out a tired sigh, drowsiness overtaking your body. “Can you hold me?”
You didn’t need to ask twice. Although it was a tight squeeze, you and Gojo fit together on the small cot. He gathers you in his arms, tucking you underneath his chin. His hand runs up and down your back and he plants a kiss to your forehead. Due to his ministrations your eyes flutter close, snuggling deeper into his chest.
You fall asleep, comforted to have the person you love most right next to you.
~~~
A hiss erupts from your lips when you move your legs, reminding you of the activities you and Gojo had done last night. Seriously, where does he get so much stamina from?
“Looks like someone needs a day off from work.” Gojo laughs. He was on his side, head propped up by one hand.
“And who’s fault is that?” you raise an eyebrow.
“Not my fault that you’re sweeter than sugar. You know I can’t resist sweet things.” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. You shake your head, moving closer to him, your naked body fitting perfectly against his. Your lips brush against his chest and he hums in response, throwing an arm around your waist. His fingers draw random patterns onto your skin, lulling you to sleep. Until Gojo opened his mouth.
“Let’s get married.”
You were wide awake now. Pulling back you peer into his face to see if he was joking but for once he wasn’t. How could he say it so easily? Marriage was a big-no huge step. And here he was, just saying to get married without any planning or proposal whatsoever.
“Think about it. You could be Mrs.Gojo, sounds nice right? And I get to call you my wifey!” He smiles as he continues to talk. “We can have kids too. They’ll be so cute! I’ll call them our little kikufukus!”
He was thinking so far into the future. So sure about the things that will happen. This was Gojo after all, never a dull moment with him. There were many steps to take, but you don’t mind taking those steps with him. Together. So with a chuckle you lean up to kiss his lips sweetly.
“I’ll be your wife, Mr.Gojo.”