Infinity Is Limitless

I like my men

Feral.

Satoru started leaving things at your place at two months. You never seem to mind it because you did get him his own pair of house slippers (which was too small because you didn't want to tolerate the possible bad jokes had you asked his shoe size) when he first visited, followed by a toothbrush when he began to spend the night more frequently.

His clothes were the first to find their way into your hamper, where you'd wash along with your laundry, fold neatly and tuck away into a drawer you emptied out for him. When you'd both go grocery shopping together to make dinner一he always covers the cost of course, because that means the bunch of snacks and sweets would always be available to him in your pantry for movie nights. And when appliances in your kitchen break like your kettle, he lends you one from his apartment but it's yours to keep. You even tease him that he smells like you now because he borrows your products when you both shower together, but what's not to love about your scent when it's so familiar and comforting to him.

Your heart nearly skips a beat when Satoru suddenly calls your place his home too. "I can't wait to come home to you," he confesses over the phone since he’s been sent on a week long mission. When you look around your space you're reminded of the little remnants that he leaves behind. The silly Gojo doodle wishing you a great day and to not miss him too much (but please actually do) stuck on your fridge by a magnet, his extra pair of sunglasses next to your keys that you keep on the table by the front door, and when you glance down you hadn’t realized you were wearing his shirt as your way of feeling close to him when he’s away.

五｜夢

いっぱい、いっぱい

だiいiすiき

って伝えたいね

The weird sense of trust coming from the feeling that you will always be around

It reminds me of this scene, where Gojo is sitting on the ground so Megumi can have the seat thing

contents. manga spoilers, satoru keeps the scars bc that’s character development ok, post canon, insecure! gojo / reverse comfort, you sit on his lap, ig angst to fluff, embarrassingly cheesy look away pls :,)

satoru, since he’s come home with those scars, has always evaded your hand. you’ve tried a few times, have reached out to cup those cheeks you miss holding—but he’s managed to grab your hand and kiss it every time.

it’s smooth—like everything else he does, satoru dodges your touch smoothly. with an easy grin. with a teasing glint. it’s slick and all too natural, and almost undetectable. but you know him better. you know him better than anyone has had the pleasure of knowing him, you like to think. and you know that satoru doesn’t let your hand meet his cheek, not even the edge of his jaw, on purpose.

“good morning,” you smile, reaching forward to lay a hand over his face. satoru, with his eyes still closed (as expected), grabs your hand and plants a soft kiss to the back as he hums.

you’re almost certain he can sense the way your lips tug into a frown.

“mornin’ sweetheart,” he says lowly, “watching me sleep? that’s a bit creepy,” he teases.

Summary/tags: Nobara has nightmares, Itadori and Megumi help. Platonic jjk trio. Slight Shibuya spoilers (nothing explicit). Mentions of near death experience. Slice of life of a jjk sorcerer. [masterlist here]

Word count: 672

A cry in the dead of night woke the sleeping first year boys. The walls in the dorms weren’t thin but they weren’t particularly sound proof either. Megumi was always a light sleeper and Itadori had been having trouble staying asleep in recent nights, so neither was really surprised when they woke up. Itadori was the first to step out of his room in nothing but a T-shirt and shorts, his bare feet exposed to the cold floor. Megumi had at least the fore thought to throw on a hoodie and slippers as he opened and closed his own door. He nodded at Itadori who walked to the room next his and softly knocked.

“Kugisaki?” Itadori called out through the wooden door.

“Go away, Itadori,” Nobara commanded from inside her room. Her voice sounded strained.

“We just want to help,” the boy pressed on. He glanced at Megumi, concern etched on his face.

Inside her room, Nobara gripped onto her sheets and shut her eyes, quietly cursing at herself for having woken the two idiots up. It was just a silly nightmare after all. The fried nerves around her left eye ache in phantom pain. It was proving difficult to get over nearly dying and losing everything.

“I’m fine,” she grit out, too low to be heard by the boys outside.

“Kugisaki, please?” This time it was Megumi’s voice outside the door. Soft and imploring.

It made her feel guilty. In a fit of frustration, Nobara threw off the covers and stalked to the door, uncaring that she was in just a tank top and short shorts. She glared as she threw her door open, “There! Happy? I’m not dying.”

She regretted the words almost as soon as they left her mouth. Itadori flinched and Fushiguro took on a cooler expression. It was a tense moment of silence. The three first years stood there. The cold from the hallway made Nobara and Itadori shiver almost at the same time.

“Neither of you thinks ahead,” Megumi criticized.

“Hey!” The two others complained at the same time. The awkwardness was momentarily forgotten as they both tried to one up the raven haired. Pretty soon it turned into a lively situation.

“Unlike you two, I prefer to take my beauty sleep at reasonable times,” Nobara said after a while, crossing her arms in front of herself.

Itadori frowned and Megumi shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Clearly they didn’t want to leave her alone. She huffed, “What? Do you want a slumber party invitation?”

Immediately Itadori lit up and exclaimed yes, and to wait for him because was going to bring enough pillows and blankets. Nobara watched him scurry off to his room and rolled her eyes. She could feel Megumi’s eyes on her, studying her, so she stuck her tongue out at him.

Megumi sighed at her but was relieved her spirits were up. Itadori returned with an armful of supplies and walked straight into Nobara’s room.

“I’ll take the floor,” Megumi offered as he took a blanket and pillow off of Itadori.

“Wait, if we pack ourself like sardines we can all fit,” Itadori reminded them. It wasn’t the first time they had to share.

“If you elbow me in the head again, I’m throwing you out,” Nobara threatens, lifting the covers so Itadori could slide in and scoot closest to the wall.

“That was one time,” Itadori replied. He threw his own blanket on top. He patted the space next to him, and Nobara settled in nest. There was just enough space left for Megumi to lay down on her other side. The three of them shifted around until they were fully comfortable, intertwined in one another.

“Thanks you two,” Nobara spoke softly as sleep overtook her.

The boys didn’t say anything. This was as much for their sake as hers. Eventually all three first years succumbed to sleep.

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