Your daughter finds her father's journal after you both pass away.
Synopsis: You and Satoru's daughter finds her late father's journal after he passes away, just one year after you did.
(as a thank you to all 500 of u for supporting my silly works!! Love u all. )
Tags: Fluff, cute, kinda bittersweet so like angst with comfort. I'm sobbing, lovey dovey husband!satoru x wife!reader, established relationship (married), growing old and reminiscing, nostalgia is a bitch. Kind of canon au but he survives so canon divergence. Middle pic is someones oc but imagine its ur daughter
Spring is in full swing.
Beautiful vast yards of grass are covered in colorful flowers like a Claude Monet painting. Yuuka unlocks the front door to her childhood home nestled deep in the Tokyo mountains where the sun reaches first and the night greets last with quietness and star-covered skies.
The door swings open and dust welcomes her with a sorrowful package. Nostalgia and grief hitting her in that silent but heavy way. It's been one year since her father died and she hasn't had the courage to come back here.
Well, she hasn't really dared to visit as much either since her mother died too, two years ago.
But now, with a will that favor her and her children too much—Satoru having left her, his only daughter, his entire fortune including the house and all of his cherished antique cars—Yuuka can't hide from the place she grew up in anymore.
Her chest fills with old memories and a pressure that reminds her just how lonely it is without her parents. Yet, an undescribable warmth lingers on the surface of the abandoned house—inviting her in as if her mother was still there, waiting with arm's open at the end of the hall and her father trailing behind with his bright smile and light eyes, the same ones she has.
It's exactly how the remembers it. Wooden floorboards that started creaking somewhere along the years, a small foyer with a hanger, a dark oak console table that holds a colorful plate with keys that no longer have owners—and right next to it, frames.
Frames and frames of life.
Of her life.
And her parents' life.
She sees the first frame that she recognizes too well. Where she's on her father's shoulders at 4 years old and smiling as widely as her then-35-year-old father was.
White hair on white hair. Big toothy smiles (she was missing quite a few teeth, but that's not the point) and matching cerulean eyes. Nobody would dare to say she's not her father's twin.
Yuuka remembers you recounting the story anytime she'd ask about how you took the picture on the day of her father's birthday when you both surprised him at work with a birthday party.
The honeyed sound of her mother’s voice rings in her head and her throat starts to burn. She said she wouldn't cry as she can basically feel her dad saying from up there that his princess shouldn't cry, but she can't push back the first streak from falling down her face.
Another frame shows you and Satoru on a sunflower field. His large hands that can could cause irreversible damage to the world softly curved and gently holding his world as he cups your then 6 month bump from behind.
Then holding his world. Head dipped and snuggled into your shoulder where he was pressing fragile kisses to, Satoru made you giggle at the exact moment the picture snapped and your smiling and glowing figure was recorded forever.
His daughter remembers him boast about the picture and how much he loved it. She can see why. You look radiant in it.
The next frame is the largest one. It's importance needing to be pronounced because it's the grounds for this house and her own existence.
Your wedding portrait.
This year, Yuuka knows you would've celebrated your 60th anniversary with Satoru. But in the picture, back then, you were just 26. Young and still as beautiful as you were in your last moments.
All kind eyes and soft smiles wearing a white dress that looked made for you. A lively bouquet of flowers in your hands, with the same kind of delicate petals she'd grown to favor through the years.
Satoru was on your right.
Supposed to be looking at the camera.
But he wasn't.
He was looking at you. Unable to rip his eyes from his then-bride as you looked straight ahead onto the lens. Lips slightly parted and head lowered to you, Satoru looked like he was starstruck.
And Yuuka could see how much he loved you then.
And she saw how much he loved you till his last breath.
Even when you were no longer with him.
Her father's spirit is recorded in every corner of the house.
Past the entrance hall there is an open old-fashioned kitchen to the left that is a sore sight for her knowing that three years ago she would've walked in to see you—with your weak bones and wrinkled skin—cooking and jumping at the sight of her visiting.
On the right there is a vast living room with an outdated TV you both sentimentally refused to allow your daughter to change, and a couch that has lived longer than her.
Where she spent a lot of time on. Play fighting with her dad, watching movies with friends as a teenager, screaming when she got into her dream college, crying when she announced her pregnancy to her parents.
Her life is in this house.
And far back is the master bedroom where you slept with your husband.
Yuuka's steps are hesitant as she draws near the entrace. The door creaks open with an ear-splitting screech.
She's met with the sight it always had. A comically large bed as her father was 6 feet 3 and never slept a day without her mother. Two nightstands filled with more pictures to the brim, some of her but most of them.
Polaroids glued to the wall from more than 60 years ago—from back when her parents were still dating—a walk-in closet her father hand built and designed for his wife as he knew they would have no place to keep the gifts he spoiled her with.
And a small entrance in the roof that leads up to the attic where Yuuka has rarely ever been in.
That catches her attention like a moth to a flame. She's tall enough now—being 180 and allowing her to catch some modeling gigs as a teenager—she easily pulls down the trap door and attached stairs come down as well.
Almost 60, with her kids well into adulthood, her knees hurt just a bit as she climbs the stairs. And up in the attic she's met with so much dust it's hard to breathe.
Her lungs beg for release so she cracks a window open in the roof which illuminates the space for her to finally see and not be engulfed in darkness.
Boxes stacked on top of boxes is pretty much all there is save for a few pieces of old furniture you've both replaced sometime.
There are labels named with your handwriting on every piece of cardboard.
"Wedding pictures, 2019."
"Honeymoon pictures, 2019."
"Yuuka, 2020~2040."
"Y/N L/N, 2014-2018." Of when you were dating her father, not yet married.
"Y/N Gojo, 2019-2076." In Satoru's messy handwriting. He must have made your box once you passed away.
A small smile places itself on Yuuka's lips as she eyes how much bigger the box of your belongings as Y/N Gojo is. Knowing how much Satoru loved to spoil you.
She's about to open the box from your youth when a small, new-looking box catches her eyes.
It's yellow, sealed around the edges, with a different label on the front. And as she pulls the strangely light, seemingly empty box closer to her, she notices the different handwriting.
Oh.
It's her father's box.
"Satoru Gojo, 2014-2077."
Her heart aches at the slightly faded ink.
Satoru died in 2078.
But he stopped living when you did.
So in 2077 his life ended.
He must have stayed only for her and his nephews.
Now, as she stares at the box, the memories of her father's tense smile—not at all how it used to be—in his last year cloud her mind and a sob rips free from her chest.
Hooking her shaky fingers around the sides, she tugs the tape off and opens the the box to find it almost empty—only a worn out journal in the middle.
"My angel." Is written in the middle in cleaner but still recognisable as her late-fathers handwriting.
Her mouth falls open at the sight. The spine threatens to split as she picks up the overstuffed, yellow paged pages.
For a second, she hesitates.
It's a diary after all.
She's not supposed to see this.
But she can't help it.
Gently, she peels open the wrinkled book to see the first page.
She imagines her father's voice booming through the attic as he reads.
January 14th, 2018.
Hello future me! My beautiful beautiful beautiful amazing wife (we aren't married yet but we will be) (i already bought the ring, she doesn't know yet hihi <(￣︶￣)>) said that I should not post so much about my life on facebook because it's dangerous and something about digital footprint as if i know what that's about.
Anyway, I did kind of listen to her and stopped for a while.
But then my lovely wife saw how sad I got and she bought me this journal! She even engraved out initials in the back!
Yuuka flips the diary to indeed find your initials pressed into the leather on the back.
She continues reading.
So I'm going to start writing even though it is probably not going to be as satisfying as Megumi, Yuji and Nobara (Nanami sometimes) commenting on my amazing facebook posts.
Anyway, Y/N is making cake and I can't let her whisk anything as the great husband I am so bye!
February 1st, 2018.
Guess who is engaged? Guess who said "I do!"? My wife!!!!!!! My fiancee. I am getting married. I feel like a little kid who got his favorite candy. I was so nervous like it took me back to when Yaga would catch me Shoko and Suguru doing something wrong.
Y/N is really happy with her ring and I gotta admit, I nailed it.
Can't wait to see her in a white dress and then make a family. Love my wife so much.
June 26th, 2018.
When did my little kids become so big ಥ_ಥ? We won against the Kyoto sister school today since well, long story short we got attacked a few days ago blah bla blah so we decided on a match of baseball! And I knew I trained the kids well because we absolutely destroyed Kyoto! Am I not just great?
Still at work right now, have my diary locked in my secret drawer with candies. Miss my wife so much (´;︵;`). I wonder if she'll let me sleep on her in the bathtub again today. She said she couldn’t breathe because I'm too heavy. I am not heavy! I work hard for these muscles, I'm jacked and she knows it. (个_个) Can't wait to go home.
July 4th, 2018.
Nobara is at it again with her shopping shenanigans, Yuji just called me saying he physically can't handle carrying her bags anymore. I told him to man up and carry them. My sweet Y/N has never carried a single bag, paid for anything or opened a single door in my presence. Maybe I should just make a robot that opens and does things for her when I'm not around.
Or I should just quit my job and be with her 24/7!
She's been so stressed lately with so many wedding preparations. I mean I help, and I try to relieve her stress with my amazing methods but it doesn't seem to be working. She's been forgetting to eat her meals and I'm worried. I think she's putting too much pressure on herself. I don't want her to change anything about herself for the wedding. I'd marry her tomorrow if it meant i could have her now.
But she wants a ceremony, says it's every little girl's dream. So i comply. I'll try making her something tonight. Or just pick up the macarons she likes. Yeah.
July 21st, 2018.
My wife has just brushed me off because she says she has to go try on wedding dresses! Am I the asshole if I don't want a ceremony anymore? Just give me my wifeeeeee! This is crucifying. Painful. My heart hurts.
Also, she banned me from coming with her. I want to see the dresses too... Why does Utahime get to go but I don't? I'm tired of this. I'm bored. Maybe I should ask Nanami for help. I do need to get my suit... and my shoes... and get a haircut—it's kind of early for that... Y/N gets a little feral when I cut my hair and I don't think she wants a baby at our wedding.
Oh i could start thinking of baby names!
Yuuka's face scrunches up at her father's words.
August 17th, 2018.
I am actually not as committed to this, but at the same time I am yk? Anyway, today we got a wedding cake sample taster thingy! We got it from Nanami's girlfriend, she has a bakery. It was a huge cake with each slice a different flavor, it was amazing. Me and Y/N saw the gates of heaven. I'm glad we agreed that Chocolate and cookies and cream mouse is going to be our cake, its our wedding and we eat what we want to! It's amazing getting married to your soulmate like Y/N is so amazing we had the same opinions on every single slice. Like the lemon tart was awful, well, not literally. But for a wedding cake? I felt a shiver go down my wife's spine.
Anyway, I do want the ceremony again. For now, as my precious angel gets ready for the big day, I'm planning the honeymoon. It's going to be epic. Thinking of Italy, greece, or maybe a retreat in the moutains. She likes quiet places. Said we should have a house up high.
Maybe I should make her a house as a wedding gift! Ooh~ Can i get that done in 4 months..?
October 7th, 2018.
Told the wifey I was out for a business trip—and I am! Sorta. Me and Nanami are looking for land (i am paying for his "overtime" →_→ but he's been really helpful so...). Feeling a bit bad for lying to Y/N... Will prob tell her the truth after the house is built. I've found out it will be done earliest (unfurnished, but I'll leave her to decorate it) by March.
And feeling really bad because I'm away from her! Just one more day and I'll be home! Wedding soon!
November 19th, 2018.
T minus 5 days till our wedding!!!! I'm getting married! Wonder what Suguru is thinking of it. Wish he were here. As my best man.
November 23rd, 2018.
It's tomorrow.
Tomorrow I marry the love of my life. The woman that has held me through the good and bad without needing vows. Speaking of vows, I'm nervous to say them. Needed a lot of help from Shoko to put my love for Y/N into words. I wonder how she feels because she's Y/N's maid of honor as her bsf passed away not long ago. I guess me and my wifey have lost a lot together. We are still together tho. Perfect for each other.
I can't wait to see her tomorrow. I am going to cry I'm saying it now. Recording it for wifey to see it someday. I know myself. She also said she knows I'll cry. I will. Can't wait. I probably won't be able to sleep tonight. I hope Y/N doesn't feel my heartbeat going insane.
I'm getting married!!
February 1st, 2019.
Help, I forgot to update for a while. Today is our one year engagement anniversary. Was on my honeymoon... if you need a reminder, Satoru, check your camera hihi. Anyway, my lovely baby is having a baby! We're pregnant! Well, she is. I don't get why people say that. I'm rethinking that idea of making her a robot that helps around since I'm still working. Either way, Y/N is so so so pretty with her two month bump, we'll know the gender next week. I am soooooo excited. But i know we are having a girl so i guess it's no fun.
I'm not going to tell her i saw it with my six eyes... but i knew way before too! I knew it was a girl since day one!
Can't wait till she finds out. My wife. Yep im a husband, almost father. She looked mesmerizing, like nothing i could have ever imagined on our wedding btw. Yes, i cried. And im still the manliest man and strongest man she knows. I love you so much, Y/N.
February 30th, 2019.
Hi Satoru's diary, it's your wife. You ran out after i muttered the words "I lowkey would go insane for some doritos and vanilla ice cream right now." And left this for me to find on your desk while i napped. I'm sure you didn't want me to find out about this, i haven't read anything i promise. Maybe the first line on page one before starting to sob. Your daughter is making me really moody. I hope you're already thinking of baby names.
I love you so much, Satoru. You have no no no idea at all. You're the light in my day, the reason behind my smiles, the motive behind the stars in my eyes. You're my everything and I'm so glad I married someone so perfect as you. We have had our arguments and downs, but look at us! 6 months away from being parents! Who would've thought? 2012 me would've been screaming crying and throwing up over the fact that I'm having a baby with my senior crush!! Okay cutie I think I hear ur footsteps, love you so much bye bye. Kisses, love.
-your wife.
August 8th, 2019.
Baby Yuuka is here! Welcome to the world my little princess, you are already so loved. Uncle Nanami is currently holding you with the softest look on his face, it's actually scary. His wife wants a go at holding you too but I'm pretty sure I can see the cogs in his head turning and I'm pretty sure he wants one now too. Slow down, Nanamin, you've been married for three months (we made Yuuka on our honeymoon).
Your mother looks gorgeous. Tired? Yes. But so bright. I'm giving your aunt five minutes until I kick everyone out so your mom can sleep and I can take care of you.
You are a NICU baby in case you didn't know, Stressed the living life out of me and your mom when you came out half-dead. The world went quiet when you were in intensive care. We weren't well. It was the scariest thing in the world.
I almost lost my wife. We have agreed to not have any more children. But I'm certain that you will be more than enough for us. Why am I already starting to cry at the thought of you leaving for college and getting married?! You're barely a day old!
Anyway, thank you to my wife for giving me the best gift in the world. I love you, Y/N.
December 7th, 2019.
Yuuka's little babbles are the cutest thing ever help my heart is melting. It's my birthday! I'm 30... thirty and flirty! (Only with my wife.). Y/N got me a vintage record player! And all of my favorite songs! Mornings have just updated, will blast Mine by Bazzi and sing my soul out to my dearest tomorrow!!!
Sweetheart is tired, her milk ducts keep getting clogged, Yuuka is a pretty fussy baby. I try to stay up and massage her tense shoulders, she passes out in the tub while I wash her hair. It's so cute. I remember when I used to be the one falling asleep on her. Well, now the perks of being the strongest come in handy!
January 3rd, 2020.
First Christmas with a baby and first New Year done! Apparently...Nanami is having a baby too... what a Christmas present... I got a Christmas present like that too... Is he copying me..? Me and Y/N are dropping off the little princess at her grandparents to go and visit our friends. Been a while, need to update Suguru about how my daughter is crawling.
January 14th, 2020.
Was looking at the calendar today and I was like"I feel like today is something important." And it is! Been journaling for two years now! ( ◜‿◝ ) Re-read my entries and found out my darling wrote one! She's so adorable l love her so much I'm going to explode.
Yuuka is a clingy adorable baby, her mom calls her a velcro baby. I secretly hope her first words are dada and i sometimes teach her how to say it, hopefully Y/N doesn't see this oups. Anyway, speaking of my wife. She looks so good I just want to—
Modern-day Yuuka slams the book closed before her eyes catch the next words. With tears running down her cheeks, she decides she's invaded her father's privacy enough.
There's a whole thousand of pages to read, history of more than 60 years in them.
But what lies inside are secrets between you and Satoru.
Moment's she's not supposed to remember and that's fine.
Her chest is still tight with longing and ache.
She's never missed her parents so much.
The clean smell of fresh linen and softener her mother always eluded.
The feeling of her feet dangling in the air when her father would pick her up in a hug.
Or the comforting taste of mom's kikufiku she'd mastered because her husband adored it.
It's all so beautiful.
The love you both shared.
A love so deep it birthed her.
A love so deep it raised a child.
A child who years to go back to simpler times.
She understands now when you both acted like cringy teenagers even in your forties.
And she used to be embarrassed about it.
About her parents being so in love.
But now, a mother herself.
She understands it so much.
And she's so happy you are together now.
As much as she misses you both.
Yuuka is happy you're both reunited.
Watching over her.
Back to my roots (fluff). Hi <3
This was in my drafts alr written but im waiting on the poll results for my next clear out. Looks like suguru and scarjo(mylove) are coming back!!
