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his lips would start kissing at your temple. tender and gentle because if he kissed you too roughly you’ll get riled up. then his kisses would trail down your face to your eye lids. the brush of your lashes against his lips tickled, and he’d smile against your eyes. after your eyelids it’s your cheeks, your jaw, the corner of your lips. he can feel you smirking.

always.

because next is your favorite part.

his fingers would take hold of your chin and coax your face closer so he could look into your eyes. glassy, hooded and beautiful. your pupils so round, he could’ve sworn they were shaped like the moon outside the window. “my beautiful, sweet girl.” he’d whisper and then press his lips against yours. soft as he sucked onto your bottom lip, and released it, pressing another kiss just as gentle. his calloused hand came to cradle the back space between your head and your neck. keeping you there against him. your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his snow white hair.

satoru broke away from you finally, breathing in much needed air. your chest against his heaved, a whine leaving your now pouting lips. you leaned up, brushing your nose against his. he knew you wanted more, you always do. so he captured your lips once more. devouring every gasp, and sound you made. satoru kissed you like he needed the very air you breathed. his free hand not cradling your head, trailed down your waist and around your lower back to pull you closer to him. so that now you were flushed together, no space in between you just how he liked it.

he could feel your hands began to loosen their hold on his hair. your pants started to even out, and your kisses grew slower, languid. he knew you were just shying away from succumbing to sleep right then and there. so with one final audible wet muaw, he parted his swollen lips from your own.

and satoru watched as you curled your face into his neck, humming in contentment. his hand cradling your head moved to caress your cheek. willing you away from him and to the beautiful land of dreams where’d you’d reunite with satoru somewhere in a field of flowers.

because no matter what, in every life, in every dream and nightmare, in the middle of a battle with curses, you and satoru knew you’d always be right in his arms. kissing each other to sleep or awake like a ritual of ultimate love.

i. you’re standing outside a convenience store because satoru’s body refuses to go six hours without eating something sweet (read: two handfuls worth of snacks) so there you are, bored—waiting for him to stop flirting with the cashier (old lady, 72, loving it).

he’s really taking forever. you scroll on your phone, suddenly remembering the pack to grab spearmint gum in your bag. it’s something to do. you grab it, pop a piece in your mouth, and think nothing of it.

big mistake.

masterlist. ask. you lose all your memories of your relationship with satoru and although he's devastated, he does everything he can to make you fall in love with him. and you can't help but fall for his antics all over again

not proofread! ngl...this was the longest fic i've ever written

everything felt...wrong. your head hurt a lot more that usual. your eyelids heavy and you could barely move your body at all. just what the hell was going on?

your eyelids fluttered open only to be hit by bright, white lights and the smell of antiseptic and medicine. you groaned trying to sit up when you suddenly heard a frantic gasp, followed by shuffling on your right side. your eyes still needed some time to adjust and when you could finally see, you saw your roommate, satoru by your side, holding your hand, worry and relief etched onto his face at the same time.

"i'm so glad you're okay", he kissed the back of your hand which took you by surprise. you quickly yanked your hand away from him, your heart rate spiking. satoru looked at you confused. "what's wrong, baby?"

baby?...what the fuck was going on?!?!

"what did you just call me?"

"i called you, baby. are you still not feeling alright? should i get a nurse?"

"why did you call me...that? we're roommates, remember?"

"what? we started dating two weeks ago. have you forgotten?". your eyes widen. there was no way this was real. he was fucking with you like he always did. although you never found his jokes funny, this especially wasn't.

"i'm not up for your jokes gojo. this is serious. also, why am I in the hopital?", just then a nurse came in and smiled at the both of you. she checked your vitals and everything and later satoru was called out by the doctor. all while you sat alone in your thoughts trying to remember how the hell you ended up in the hospital. some time later, satoru came back in. he sat down by the edge of the bed and tried holding your hand away but you pulled away, again.

"the doctor said you'll have to stay here for another week before you can come back home. i was so worried about you"

"how did i end up here? and how long was i out for?"

"i found you lying at the bottom of the stairs when i came back home a week ago and quickly rushed you to the hospital when you weren't responding. you've been in a coma for 6 days"

"huh?!?!", you let out getting even more confused. just what happened until you lost your balance and slipped all the way down the stairs. you were happy to have still been alive, but how could you be so clumsy.

"i was hoping you would wake up sometime soon. i sat and slept right there and never left your side. i was so scared, baby", he caressed your cheek, your cheeks warming and absolutely bewildered.

how did you even come about dating your hot roommate. you've had a crush on him for as long as you could remember, did he really feel that way and how come you don't remember either of you confessing.

"i still need some time to think about...us dating. it's just too much informationg at the moment". satoru nodded, keeping his hands to himself. you laid back down on the bed, back facing him trying to calm down your beating heart.

throughout the week, the doctors performed multiple tests to check up on your health. satoru came to visit you everyday without fail, bringing you your favourite food and spilling all the things you'd missed out on. he stayed with you almost all day and some days, slept right on the couch no matter how many times you insisted that he shouldn't. but he ignored you like he always did. "is it such a crime to sleep in the same room as my girlfriend?"

again with the girlfriend thing. no matter how many times you thought about it, it just didn't make sense. why the hell would he choose you over the hundreds of girls who threw themselves at him on the daily. did you confess? did he confess? were the both of you forced into some kind of situation? or was it...a bet?

satoru was a nice guy and he would never lead on someone he's not interested in. but that still was a possibility. yeah...he was probably pushed into this situation and that made you feel like shit.

a week had finally passed, meaning you could finally go back home and sleep in your own bed. satoru helped pack your belongings as you changed into a dress that he brought for you. you don't remember buying it, at all.

you walked back into the room just as satoru finished packing. when his eyes rested on your figure, his eyes softened and a smile appeared on his face.

"you look so beautiful", he engulfed you in hug, your face planted right against his chest, his scent invading your brain. you wanted to wrap your arms around him but you couldn't. your arms stayed awkwardly at your side and he finally pulled away. "let's get you home."

sat in the passenger seat, you thought long and hard whether you should confront him. if it's a bet you needed to let him know that he can't disrespect you like that. you pursed your lips aware at the fact that he had his eye on you.

"everything good? you look uneasy", he placed his hands on your thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles on your skin. you shoved his hand away and stared at him.

"is this some kind of bet?"

"what?"

"don't act stupid, gojo. did you lose a bet or something? or is this some kind of sick dare? i know we're not dating"

"yes we are dating, (name). why would you even think that?"

"it just doesn't make sense. you can have anyone you want and you choose me? and conveniently, you re eal to me that we're dating mere minutes after i woke up from a fucking coma at my most vulnerable. you really think i wouldn't think about that?"

"i have no idea where you're getting all these crazy ideas from but we can discuss this properly at home"

"no! i wanna talk about this now! don't try to ignore me, gojo! i need answers"

"first of all, it's 'toru to you. secondly, i would never so much as lie to you about that because i actually love you"

"bullshit!". satoru let out a heavy sigh. the smile that once graced his handsome features long gone, replaced by something you can't really define. the rest of the ride was quiet. you were angry. you had been put in a situation that you didn't understand, under circumstances you don't even remember. before long, gojo pulled into the dorm parking lot and you quickly got out.

satoru grabbed your bag and you both went up the elevator to your dorm room. once inside, you sat down at the counter waiting for him to settle down. he came into the kitchen and poured a glass of water then handing it to you.

"make it make sense to me. how exactly did we start dating?". you stare was intense. satoru shifted awkwardly in his seat and cleared his throat.

"about four weeks ago, i came back from a party late and found you waiting for me on the couch. i was a little tipsy and i just couldn't help but find you so cute when you berating me and i just kissed you...you didn't pull back, but you didn't return the kiss either and then i told you that i love you. i poured my heart out to you, (name)"

"you said we started dating three weeks ago"

"you didn't answer me that same night. you said you needed time to process and came back to me a week later and that's when we became official"

you remained quiet, still trying to process this all. satoru reached for hand and stared into your eyes lovingly. "i would never lie to you like that. i just hope you can believe believe me and accept me as your boyfriend again".

now you felt like shit.

"i'm sorry for attacking you like that. i should have trusted you more."

"there's no need to apologize, cutie. i totally understand. atleast i have my girlfriend now, safe and sound right where she sould be"

the next weeks roll by. you were still trying to adjust to the whole dating satoru thing. it still felt kind of weird when he would run up to you, pick you up and spin you around. but in a way, it still felt nice.

the knowledge of having eneded up with your crush was pretty sweet. satoru refrained from kissing you and touching you all the time although it was killing him. he had finally made you his and he had to do the work all over again, but it was going to be worth it.

he took you out on cute dates, bought you cute gifts whenever he had the chance and always walked or drove you wherever you needed to go to. he chatted up an thunderstorm, making sure that you always knew he was present and will forever be by your side.

you grew more fond of him and became more drawn to him. he was a really sweet guy, incredibly, stupidly handsome and he only had eyes for you. he was everything you could ever want in a boyfriend. and you needed him to know exactly how you felt, again.

three months after your coma, he took you out to the finest restaurant in the city. your hands became clammy as the night neared it's end and it didn't help that he was being overly sweet too. pouring you a glass of wine, offering you his food, listening to you talk. you almost chickened out but you didn't want to lose him.

you finally got back home and right before he unlocked the front door, you grabbed his wrist.

"is there something wrong, baby", he asked in a low voice, his brows furrowed making him look worried. you stared to the side, your cheeks getting warmer, your legs stiff but feeling jelly like at the same time and you felt so overwhelmed as you heartbeat quickened.

you took in a deep breathe and looked him in the eye. "i've been thinking a lot and...i...i love you satoru". you shut your eyes, waiting. a part of you waited for the rejection, the humiliation anything just so you could be done with this.

time seemed to pass by so quickly, and no answer came out of him. you slowly opened your eyes only to see him teary eyed as his hand covered his mouth. he embraced you in a tight hug and this time you hugged him back. his face against your neck as he sniffles.

satoru pulled back, the biggest smile you've ever seen on his face as his cheeks flushed pink.

"i love you too, (name)...so so much", he picked you up and spun you around before pressing his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. his hand rested on your hips while your arms wrapped around his neck, a tear now streaming down your face. he pulled back, now resting his forehead on yours.

"no matter how long it would have taken, i will always wait for you to come back to me"

a/n: btw, i was listening to "wanna be yours" while writing this bc it felt right

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

megumixfem!reader

tw: slightly suggestive, established relationship, use of pet names and y/n

a/n: guys please send requests idk what to do anymore 💔💔💔

okay hear me out . . . Satoru Gojo as a unicorn.

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art by Rezijellyfish0 on twitter

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satoru gojo was in awe, eyes wide, mouth agape. it was, for once, not moving.

when shoko first introduced you to her two best friends, she had previously heeded them of your shy, nerdy personality, threatening them to be normal to you.

she was mostly worried about the white-haired boy.

gojo was a known flirt, womanizer, manwhore. he'd had his fair share of encounters with only the most gorgeous girls on campus. mostly sorority ones or mutual friends of shoko's.

geto was the same way, but did it quietly, pursuing girls much more mindfully.

she made it clear that you were different, though. you were off limits, that you were someone very special to her.

childhood friends, you and her. she kept in close contact with you since you moved away back in high school, and considered you a true friend.

ecstatic to hear you were transferring to her university, shoko didn't need geto and gojo, despite being her best friends, instinctual hoe-like tendencies scaring you off.

but gojo was speechless after seeing your beautiful face when you walked through the door of his dorm room.

it was different than anything he'd felt before. sure, he had small crushes in high school and in college he ran wild.

every weekend he'd flash his signature smirk, whisper a few slutty things in a girl's ear, and get his dick wet.

it was easy like that.

but he never felt like this before, completely captivated.

it wasn't just your physical beauty that struck him. it was the shy smile you wore on your face, the quiet greeting and head nod you offered him.

"hi," was all he could manage to get out.

from then on, you were all gojo could think about. whether it was in class, at practice, hanging with geto, at his damn frat parties.

his mind kept wandering to your pretty face, how much he wanted to talk to you. to tell you how he felt.

he found himself slowing down on the girls on the weekends. at parties, he felt distracted, often wishing you were there.

he would ask shoko if you'd ever come to a frat party of theirs with hopeful, pleading eyes. she would always dismiss it, reminding them that parties "weren't your speed".

it only made him want you more, imagining you in your cute pajamas doing something nerdy in bed on a friday night. reading, maybe.

it got to the point where he completely stopped hooking up with anyone, merely showing up to the parties to show support for his fraternity, or some bullshit.

the times he really got to see you were slim to none. you liked gojo and geto. when you first met them, you found them quite cute.

the guys at your old university were lousy compared to them, and it excited you.

at meals, sometimes gojo and geto would join you and shoko in the dining hall, taking a break from the food at their frat.

gojo practically jumped at any opportunity to eat with you, begging geto to ask shoko any time your schedules all aligned.

he would change around you, often letting his cocky, fuckboy attitude rest. he'd ask you about how you were adjusting, if you liked it so far.

you would nod your head with a soft smile, and his heart felt like it was bursting at the seams.

things changed, though, when he stumbled upon you at the college library. so typical of you, he thought.

your textbooks were sprawled on the rectangular desk, glasses on and hair tied up with a giant claw clip. your nose buried in your notebook, writing notes with your earphones in.

so cute.

he strode up to you, tapping your shoulder lightly. this was his opportunity, a chance to talk to you one on one without shoko staring daggers into him.

"hey, there," he would say, smiling.

you took out your earbud, eyebrows raised, lips parting delicately.

he took your warm greeting as an invitation to sit down at your table, asking you how your studying was going.

he was thanking his stupid literature professor for making him borrow the physical copy of the book for annotations, otherwise he wouldn't be caught dead there.

you shared what you were up to, how interesting your current unit in philosophy was and how hard you were studying for the next doozy of a calc test you had coming up.

it was the most you'd talked to him up till then, and to say he was happy was an understatement.

he figured that these academic interests of yours were what made you passionate, invigorated you to speak without hesitation.

loving your newfound openness, he continued asking you questions about what you'd been learning, how it compared to the way your professors taught at your old university, if you preferred this subject over that one.

any possible question that popped into his mind, he asked. just so he could continue to hear you talk.

your voice was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard before, and he wanted it to last forever.

it was what he, shamefully, palmed himself to the thought of every night. a hand would snake under his grey sweats, imagining your sweet voice whispering pleas from underneath him.

finally, realizing how long you'd been talking, you shyly tucked a hair behind your eye and adjusted your glasses, apologizing for rambling on and on.

he shook his head vigorously, insisting he was interested.

this routine continued.

he'd come to the library everyday around that time to come and see you, ask about your studies and day, even bringing cute drinks and snacks he saw you post on your instagram stories.

you found it all really nice. he was a great listener, just coming each day, pulling up a chair, and asking you really quality questions about your work.

movies, tv shows, animes, comic books he saw you repost about on your tiktok account he'd non-chalantly drop into conversation, and you'd light up immediately.

your eyes widened, and you launched into talking about your favorite characters, plot lines you hated, and cool things the directors or authors did intentionally he might have missed.

mentally, he'd fist bump himself for doing his research on you, along with all your favorite things.

he'd cut in at times, adding his two sense into a particular opinion you held on a character or story-line, and you'd smile brightly, surprised he was into the same media as you were.

it got to the point where his frat brothers were worried about him, wondering why on earth he had stopped his generational run he had with the sorority girls.

gojo seemed distracted, not really seeming fulfilled by all the partying and drinking.

even geto, his best friend, was confused as to why he had been acting this way.

he'd simply shrug, saying he didn't feel like it, jokingly saying that maybe he just grew up.

but it wasn't far off.

each visit he made to the library made your heart grow fonder of satoru gojo. you expected him, at a certain point, and without fail, he'd be there.

but you reminded yourself of the type of guy he was.

when weekend plans would get brought up, on the rare occasion you two talked about something like that, he'd mention a party of some sort.

you knew those parties happened each weekend, shoko practically came back drunk out of her mind from them, time and time again.

it just wasn't your scene. not that you thought that made you better than anyone, but it just wasn't.

even in high school, you were never very popular, keeping to yourself. shoko was one of your only friends in middle school, and it didn't get easier when you moved.

big events, like prom and formals, you often skipped out on because of the pressure you felt of having no date. it felt embarrassing to go without one, so you just didn't.

guys were another foreign area in your life.

you didn't have any guy friends, up until that point. in high school, you had your fair share of crushes.

none of which you talked to or had even the semblance of a chance with. it made you feel weird, never having even gotten to first base with anyone in your sophomore year of college.

gojo wasn't like you. he was a shining star, everyone loved him.

you weren't stupid. shoko told you, jokingly of course, that her two best friends were whores, popular amongst the female population.

you saw it in the way they got approached by beautiful girl "friends" in the dining halls or when they'd occasionally walk from class to class all together.

shoko would roll her eyes to the very back of her head.

the point was, you knew there wasn't a chance with him, no matter how friendly he came off to you each day. it was useless having a crush on him.

but you were stupid like that, biting off more than you could chew. that's how you got your feelings hurt, most times.

you were still smart enough to agree to go on a date with a guy you thought fit you will.

he was in your computer science class. he wasn't as handsome as gojo, nor did you have even half as good conversation with him, you thought.

but he was kind, quieter, did well in class.

he wasn't the type to party, and you overheard he'd never had a girlfriend before. it was a perfect match.

shoko urged you to say yes, happy that you'd finally get some.

she was so excited she decided to spill the beans to her two best friends at their pre-game before the friday night frat party.

when gojo heard you were going on a date with a guy seemingly perfect for you, his heart started racing, seething with jealousy.

shoko, of course, exaggerated him. that he was handsome, just your type, nerdy, incredibly intelligent, quiet, shy, low-key. all the things he wasn't.

that you were finally going to get your freak on, or however she described it, and that you and him probably were at that very moment.

he thickly swallowed, suddenly feeling incredibly nauseous.

quickly making up some bullshit lie that he ate some expired yogurt that morning and he was feeling sick, he ushered them out of the room.

as soon as he saw them leave, he raced out the door, not able to think straight.

there was no way in hell he'd let some random let all his efforts go to waste. i mean, it'd been months of intense and miserable yearning for you, as much as he hated that word and found it corny.

it was truly how he was moving.

his legs carried him fast, sprinting to the girl's dormitory. he knew it well, not just from shoko, shamefully.

almost falling on his face from running so fast, he stopped at your door.

he was scared, for once in his life, about a girl. this should be easy, but his mind was racing.

finally mustering up the courage to knock, you opened the door with a very confused expression.

"gojo?", you asked, staring up at him with those adorable eyes.

"don't date him," he was out of breath, chest heaving dramatically. he felt like he had just run a marathon, the adrenaline of seeing you shooting him to a runner's high.

"please. i-", his voice cracked, almost whimpering, "i like you. no- i'm obsessed with you. and i can't stand the thought of you dating someone that's not me. so please-",

you cut him off with an abrupt kiss, lips awkwardly clashing against his, teeth colliding and mouths not quite as fluid as in the movies.

but he didn't care. his brain was short circuiting from the fact that you had just kissed him.

smiling like an idiot, he shut the door behind him, exhaling and crashing his mouth onto yours again.

this time, he was in complete control, starting off fast, then slowing down against your lips, gently kissing you while holding the side of your face tenderly.

he couldn't believe this was happening. he was kissing you, and you were kissing him back.

breathless, you pulled away from him, eyes slightly glassy and face extremely warm and red. you looked away, exhaling loudly like you'd just did some intense exercise.

gojo was looking at you with a soft expression, the side of his mouth turned up.

"i- uh," you'd start, fumbling with a piece of your hair. the two of you were sitting on the edge of your bed.

"that was my first time," you smiled softly.

it was your first kiss.

his eyes felt like they were going to pop out of the sockets, his heartbeat increasing by two times.

he had just taken your first kiss. it was his forever, he was your first.

that made him so happy he could kiss you. again.

wearing a stupidly large grin on his face, he replied, "it won't be the last," pulling you in for another quick kiss.

you smiled into it, not sure of where to put your hands and settling them on his shoulders awkwardly.

"gojo!", you laughed softly.

“satoru,” he whispered near your ear.

you shuddered at the sensation, correcting yourself "satoru. i... didn't know you felt that way. about me,"

"I came to the library. a place i'd never be caught dead in. every day. to see you," he paused between each sentence, "how?",

he sounded genuinely confused, "i don't know. i think i just thought we were too different. that... i guess you were out of my league,"

gojo let out a genuine laugh, shaking his head, "there's no way you actually believe that. you're miles out of my league,"

you let out a breathy laugh, "no, i'm serious. i quit all of it. i haven't... been with a girl since i first saw your face. all i wanted to do was to talk to you,"

your heart could probably burst at that moment, your face growing warm, "that's-",

he cut you off, taking your hand in his, "you're way too good for me. trust me. that's why i didn't- i couldn't tell you how i felt," he started, "but i want you to be mine. for real,"

you smiled that soft, gentle smile, the one he loves, "i want that too,"

"yeah?", he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles delicately, looking down at your hand, "i'll be good for you, i promise. i don't care about any of that other bullshit, i just wanna make you happy,"

"then let's be together then," you said, feeling shy at the confidence of your statement.

"that's all i've ever wanted, baby," he breathed out, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.

it’s one of those summer afternoons where the air feels thick enough to swim in. tsumiki’s somehow managed to drag a very reluctant megumi to the community pool, leaving you and satoru to melt into the worn leather of your couch together. your head’s resting on his lap, the thin fabric of his shorts doing little to mask the heat radiating off him. a well-loved paperback of pride and prejudice with a creased spine is lying open on your stomach, but the words have started to blur into meaningless black squiggles. you let out a sigh. lifting the book and letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

“oh?” satoru murmurs. “finally done reading about ‘your darling fitzwilliam’ ?” his hair is slightly damp, a few snowy strands clinging to his forehead. his blindfold’s pushed up and he’s looking down at you with an amused smile playing on his lips.

“don’t call him that,” you mumble, swatting at his knee. “you have to call him mr. darcy. calling him fitzwilliam just ruins his sex appeal.”

“tell me, does fitzwilliam make your heart flutter the way i do ?”

“i don’t have the energy for your nonsense today, satoru” you groan, draping an arm over your eyes to block out the harsh light filtering through the curtains “it’s too hot”

“c’mon, sweets, humor me,” he murmurs, leaning down until his face is merely inches from yours. “i want to play a game with you.”

“what kind of game ?” you ask, your voice muffled by your arm “if it involves getting up from this couch, i’m not interested.”

“no moving required,” he promises, “it’s a naming game. we’ll take turns, ‘kay ?” you raise a brow but you’re too lethargic to question him

“name all the things you like about satoru gojo. see who can name the most. my turn.” he claps his hands together, “everything.” he claps again, looking down at you with an expectant grin.

you can’t help but roll your eyes, “you can’t just say everything” you scoff, “that’s cheating, now i’m obviously not gonna play”

it’s almost comical how quickly his smug grin melts away, replaced by a persistent pout. his lower lip juts out, his eyes widen, and he slumps back against the couch cushions with a wounded sigh. “sometimes it feels like no one appreciates me.” he mumbles

“oh, you’re such a baby,” you sigh. satoru’s genuinely sulking. the strongest sorcerer of the modern age, pouting because you won’t stroke his ego. it’s ridiculous, but it’ll be great practice for your vows

with another sigh, this one more resigned, you prop yourself up on your elbows, facing him. his pout is still in full effect, but his bright blue eyes are watching you, a flicker of hope in their depths. “fine, i’ll humor you” you concede, rolling your eyes. satoru immediately perks up, pout vanishing as if it never existed.

‿‿‿‿ . ‘ .

the first time you had ever invited your boyfriend satoru gojo over for a sleepover, he felt like that was the best moment of his life. spending quality time with you and he doesn't have to leave you for the night right after?? hell yeah, that was a win for the giddy and clingy, fluffy white-haired man. once he received the "come spend the night with me 'toru, i can't sleep without you." text, he started squealing and bouncing on his toes like a teenage girl in love, throwing all the clothes and necessities he had into a bag and immediately racing over. since then, the sleepovers had turned into a every weekend thing for the both of you, never having one boring sleepover with your loving boy.

he never fails to show up at your door with your favorite snacks and junk food to munch on while the two of you watch trashy reality shows or emotional, cheesy, sappy movies. and in return, you always buy silly face masks (sometimes matching hello kitty or animal print) for the two of you to have on while watching.

of course, with ‘toru having a sweet tooth and you always needing a sweet little treat, you two always decide to bake something delicious around 12am. whether that be cookies, cinnamon rolls, kikufuku, cakes, etc with some jams playing in the background to listen to together (and satoru definitely getting distracted by the music that he starts dancing & ends up getting frosting or sugar or something all over himself with you having to clean him up.)

when you and your lover finally get into bed and settle down after stuffing your faces with sweets to cuddle with the lights off, he always has some random late night thought he always likes to converse about to keep you awake just a little longer.

"sweets, do you think aliens are real and will take over the world someday? or or or maybe, what if they think we're the aliens?" he ponders. " 'toru baby.. what the heck?? are you talking about???" you murmured sleepily but trying to hide your grin.

and when the night’s festivities end, when you fall asleep laying on satoru’s chest as he combs through your hair and admires all the features of your face as you sleep soundly with quiet snores coming from you, he lets out a soft giggle as he thinks about how he'd spend everyday and night for the rest of his life with you like this pulling you in closer and falling into a slumber as well.