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“i hate bad people. they act so damn superior…”
(writing since late 2022 - posting since early 2023)
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༉‧₊˚. frat!geto and his girlfriend who's a shark nerd. [headcanons]
When frat!geto asks you out, he's flabbergasted when you ask him, "Do you like sharks?"
He blinks at you, eyebrows raised. He knows you're a nerd, but he didn't take you as a shark nerd. "Uh.. sure? why?" he says, trying to sound casual, but the confusion in his face is obvious.
You grin, leaning in slightly. "Because," you say. "You're going to learn a lot about sharks when you date me."
and you're not lying.
Frat!geto pretends he doesn't care about the shark facts you tell him daily, but he secretly keeps a mental list of facts you mentioned, just to bring them up on future dates.
Frat!geto never thought he'd find himself sitting on the frat house couch instead of partying, watching a shark documentary with you on his lap.
You're so focused on the tv, rambling excitedly about sharks. He just watches you with a soft smile, until his frat bros, frat!gojo and frat!sukuna walk in and loudly clear their throats.
He rolls his eyes hard, mouthing 'shut up' then glare at them.
Frat!geto teases you whenever you correct him about a species, calling you a 'walking shark encyclopedia', but he tries to remember the sharks species to impress you someday.
At a loud frat party, frat!geto casually mentions that sharks don't have bones, leaving everyone staring at him in confusion while he takes a sip of his drink.
"And they're also older than dinosaurs, cool, right?"
"Where did you even learn this?" Frat!choso asks.
Frat!sukuna scoffs, "Dude, his girl's a damn shark nerd. What'd you expect?"
Frat!geto brings you to the aquarium and ends up spending most of the time listening to you ramble. He's content with just being there with you.
Frat!geto gets cuteness aggression whenever you geek out over a new species, fighting the urge to kiss you mid-ramble.
Sometimes, you'd challenge frat!geto about shark species. Holding out a few pictures for him to identify, only for him to answers them all correctly.
"Wait, you're good at this!" you say excitedly.
"My girl talks about sharks every day, of course i remember it all," he replies smugly, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and urging you to continue.
Frat!geto buys you so many shark plushies to the point that you end up telling him to slow down. He just shrugs and says that they remind him of you.
Frat!geto decides any interest of yours is worth learning if it keeps that bright smile on your face.
boyfriend!Sukuna figures it out fast because he’s good at spotting patterns, and this one repeats so often that it can't be anything else.
You can go an entire day without eating and not realise it.
It's not that you don’t want to eat, try to punish yourself, or forget intentionally. The issue is that when your mind concentrates on a task, a project, a book, or a problem that needs solving, the rest of the world completely fades away, including things like hunger, time, and the passing day.
He notices it first on weekends. You mention one small task, and hours vanish. He comes back from the gym to find you still in the exact same place, surrounded by scattered notes or open tabs, driven by pure momentum. When he asks if you’ve eaten, you wave him off, promising to eat once you’re done, like “done” is a fixed point instead of something that keeps moving further away.
While preparing his work lunches, he starts making an extra portion, packs it, and leaves it in the fridge, mentioning it in that blunt tone he uses when he doesn’t want credit for anything. You genuinely plan to eat it, so you agree easily. Sometimes you do, but more often than not, he comes home to find the container untouched, just as he left it. He doesn’t say a word, even though it irritates him every time.
So, he changes tactics. One day, you get a text from him saying he’s about to eat, asking what you’re up to, and suggesting you could eat together if you want. It seems like nothing more than a spontaneous idea, like sharing the moment just makes sense, when in reality, it’s actually carefully thought out.
And that’s what makes it work.
Sometimes you text while eating; other times, you have a quick facetime with him sitting at work with his food while you finally step away from your desk. Sometimes, you simply eat quietly at the same time in different locations. To you, it’s a simple, sweet gesture, like he’s missing you and just wants to share his lunch break.
Every time, once you’re finished, you message him that the food was really good and you’re glad you ate together. He downplays it with a casual “yeah, obviously,” telling you not to make a big deal out of it. Yet, the next day, there’s food in the fridge, and another text from him.
He never presents it as a concern, knowing you don't forget out of carelessness but because your mind fully commits to whatever it’s doing, and this is simply his way of distracting you long enough to make space for something else.
You don’t talk about it directly, but you begin to expect his lunch break texts and start planning around them subconsciously, because eating together, even like this, makes it easier to take a break from your work.
And Sukuna never admits that the whole thing was a calculated plan. Not that you ever catch on.
nerdjo’s a fool for his pretty, high maintenance girlfriend.
I. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #107 : “BUT TORU, I DON’T GET IT..”
11:57 am location: SC/MATH 3020 (Vari Hall, Room B)
you’re supposed to be solving laplace equations. instead, you’re sending satoru doodles of you pregnant with his child.
satoru gojo is jacques marie mage glasses & messy blanche hair & forearms thicker than his head. he should be studying—god, he should be, but his pretty girl is texting him mid-lecture & satoru’s something of a fool for you so he foolishly decides, who is he not to reply ?
and his replies are earnest. always earnest. too punctuated, too grammatically correct.
toruu : You’re the cutest girl in the world.
toruu : Pay attention, okay?
his first message makes your heart swelter & bloom. the second makes it drop to your ass.
but satoru gojo is honey mouthed & heart-achingly sweet. and when your boyfriend asks you to focus so sweetly, how could you not obey?
so you open your notebook & close it right back.
you : toru i tried :( i don’t get ittttrt
toruu : Send me the question.
and you do. along with a selfie of your cute pout, of course. satoru’s reply comes in in an instant:
toruu : Gorgeous girl.
toruu : Okay, try isolating the variable first.
you do as he says. satoru’s instructions always come easy-sweet. sugar coated & simplified like he’s talking to the softest girl in the world. & perhaps he is.
toruu : Good. Now distribute.
toruu : Yes. That’s it. Keep going.
toruu : That’s perfect, baby. My smart girl.
your cheeks grow mushy & sticky & heart-wrenchingly soft.
satoru gojo is going to be the death of you.
II. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #126 : LOVER BOYS DON’T IGNORE THEIR GIRLFRIENDS !
time : 1:48 pm. location: york lanes ( indoor mall )
“satoru hasn’t texted me in fifteen minutes.”
“they faces killing me why nobody give a fuck.”
you ignore shoko & her bitter response. you’d rather die than argue with a bitch & her bad bob. you lean to rest your head on suguru’s shoulder, who’s much more empathetic & strokes your hair lovingly.
“isn’t he tutoring right now?”
and he is. somewhere across campus, in a cramped corner of the scott library, gojo satoru is bleary-eyed & suffering.
he’s supposed to be explaining calculus to confused first year yuuji itadori. but his phone, face-up & gleam-screened on the mahogany table, hums and vibrates with desperation.
1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗 1 new message: princess 🧸💗
satoru’s jaw is tight. there’s crescent shaped crevices in his palms & his knuckles rouse rash red. his focus flickers. he catches a glimpse of your latest message: the preview of a selfie, that low adorable angle where you’re peering at your phone from under your lashes & your lips jut out in a ‘where are youuu’ pout.
fuck.
“uhh, gojo?” yuuji’s biting his pencil again before he points it at the vibrating device. “aren’t you gonna answer that..? i dunno, it looks important.”
it is important. it’s you. but if satoru answers now, poor yuuji’s paid tutoring session would immediately be over.
“it’s fine, yuuji. let’s focus on finding the derivative.”
and it is fine. because gojo satoru is a man of logic. a man of discipline. a man of pa—
princess 🧸💗: i always knew you’d get tired of me one day
princess 🧸💗: it’s okay. thank you for everything toru 👍
gojo satoru grabs the phone faster than you can say go pandas! his thumbs fly over the screen, ever precise, ever trembling.
toruu: Baby, please don’t say that.
toruu: I’m almost done. I’ll be with you in ten minutes. I’ll buy you that Drake meal you wanted.
toruu: I love you. Please wait for me?
back at the mall you’re reading his text. and god, your heart bubbles up like soda pop. “he’s coming,” you murmur into suguru’s shoulder, scrolling past his text without a reply.
“great!” shoko cheers with fake enthusiasm, taking a puff of her vape (suguru’s complaining that the pineapple & kiwi she blows make his poutine taste sour-ish, & she shouldn’t be vaping anyway, but guess what? shoko doesn’t care!)
“now can we stop acting like it’s the summer hikaru died?”
“no.”
instagram’s algorithm is always on your side. you’ve opened the reels tab to find a video of a rainy window, a quote captioned over it: ‘if he wanted to, he would. silence is a choice.’ simple. short. effective.
you add it to your story. suguru catches a glimpse of your screen & chuckles.
“y/n,” he sings your name, tutting. “you’re gonna give the boy a heart attack before he even hits the common area.”
“he deserves it.”
satoru gojo has already viewed your story. he shows up within the next five minutes.
III. PRINCESS MELTDOWN #167: BABY, I’M BORED.
time : 3:58 pm. location: science & engineering building
there’s solution bubbling pink in a flask. in lab four, the air’s sticky with the sweat of too many boys with glasses & a half-drunk energy drink rotting in the corner.
gojo satoru is huddled over a circuit board with two other boys who look like they haven’t seen sunlight in days.
nerd #1 points at the monitor : “if we adjust the frequency here,” he’s muttering, “the entire wave function collapses. it’s an impossible solve, gojo.”
“it’s not impossible. you’re just missing the constant.”
gojo satoru is the god of lab four; formulas on his fingers & equations on his tongue. he’s leaning over now, fingers on the screen when the heavy steel door swings open,
“hi, toru!”
you’re all soft perfume & clicky heels & smile as sweet as sugar. satoru’s head snaps up instantly—his glasses slip down his nose, & he flicks them back upward, eyes glimmering in the fluorescent light.
“hi sweetheart,” he breathes, “you’re here early.”
the other nerds are staring now, and for good reason. how did gojo satoru—who’s paperbacks & friday nights spent bent over research papers—pull a pretty thing like you ?
“are you doing science ?” you’re already across the room, arms around his neck as his palms press you flush against him from the side. your perfume’s sticky in his lungs. “why’s that line so squiggly? you guys should make it straight. it’d be much prettier.”
nerd #4 winces. “actually, that’s a representation of—“
“you’re right, baby. it would look prettier. have a seat, okay?”
you hum an okay! & plop yourself down on his lap. nerd number 3 & 2 exchange glances. nerd #1 asks, god, me when ?
the group discussion starts up again. satoru is half-science half-yours—his thumb traces circles on your thigh as your feet kick in his lap, & you’re asking one too many questions while satoru tries—tries to pay attention.
“toru, what does this button do?”
“that’s the power supply, baby. please don’t touch it.”
“but it’s glowing. can you make it glow pink ? i think it should glow pink.”
“noted. you’re squirming, princess.”
and you are. nerd #4 wonders how you’re still balanced. the discussion continues but you’re a constant background noise of ‘toru, look at this tiktok’, and ‘baby, i think the lighting’s washing me out.’ you try to touch a wire. gojo catches your hand mid-air & cups it with a kiss.
you flop against his chest. “satoru, i’m bored.”
& satoru is tired. exhausted, really. he’s fighting the rash creeping up his neck as nerds one to four watch you pout in his lap like a spoiled child. “i want matcha. can we go get some?”
you can’t. because this is a project due in twelve hours. because satoru has only so much time to lock in—
“alright, let’s go.”
nerd #3 is distraught: “huh—?! gojo, you can’t leave now, we’re in the middle of a breakthrough!”
satoru doesn’t even look around. he’s smoothing your skirt after you hop off his lap, your bag already slung over his shoulder. he’s leading you out by the hand; “sorry guys. i’ll send my solution to the group chat. brief me on the updates later?”
the door swings shut. nerds one to four are in awe.
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contains: x pregnant wife!reader, rage baiter gojo, rage baited toji, pet names (baby, doll, ma), domestic toji, r is babygumi’s mom, barely proofread!!
note: ive had this in my drafts since january ✌️
"toji?" you call, knocking your knuckles against the already cracked door before opening it wider.
toji's voice is loud as he screams at his stream. "YOU GUYS FUCKING WITH ME? MODS- BAN HIM." his fingers moving fast on his keyboard, hand frantically moving his mouse.
thestrongest06: WHO DAT IN THE BAAAACKK WHO DAT IN THE BAAAAVKCKCKCKCSJS
"gojo, there's no one- HOly shit, ma- jesus fuck-" toji shouts, body jerking as he turns and see your standing frame, a hand flying to his beating heart.
"i made dinner." you speak, voice soft as you come a little closer.
toji looks you up down as you stand in front of him. god you looked heavenly. you had his shirt on with those loose pajama pants, stupid hello kitty slippers on your feet.
"are you the meal?" toji smirks, taking the plate from your hands and setting it on his desk. "fushiguro!" you scold, face warming at his words.
"what? 'm being honest." toji takes his headphones off and sets them on his stand, swiveling his chair to fully face you. "c'mere." he says, and you're already walking the short distance towards him, his screen lighting up your face.
toji reaches for your hands at the side of your body, holding them as his lips kiss your bump. "you're glowing, baby." he whispers as his lips are pressed against your soft stretched skin.
"me or megumi?" you grin and toji grumbles, leaning back in his chair, hand still holding yours. "don't mention that brat around me."
you giggle, "brat? he hasn't even fully developed yet." toji shakes his head, "nahh. he's a brat. kicking his own mother and shit, he has you peeing every second." toji's thumb rubs against your skin as he speaks, eyes trained on you.
"well, i don't mind it. it's normal during pregnancy." you shrug, bottom lip slightly jutting out. "you're too nice." toji mumbles, bringing your hand close to press to chaste kiss to your knuckes.
fushigurosleftpec: PH YM GODDNSKSSNSIE
ihearttojistoes: SHES SO LUCKY
thestrongest06: MOVE TOJI ITS MY TURN
you take notice of the chat, a small laugh leaving your mouth. "i think they like me more than they like you…" you quietly snicker, hand moving to cup toji's warm cheek.
"reasonable." he mutters, head slightly leaning into your touch.
you let out a quiet chuckle, thumb running over the man's stubble "i gotta go back down, 'ji." toji grumbles at your words, lip ever so slightly frowning.
"alright.. i'll let you go." he sighs, low green eyes looking up at you.
you swore toji's eyes lit up when you smiled, hand that was once rested on your bump coming up to cup the other side of his cheek.
"i love you." you sing, hands lowering to his shoulders. "kiss me?"
toji chuckles lowly, knees slightly cracking as he stands, large hands immediately finding your waist to increase the distance between you so he wouldn't be too close.
"i love you too, doll." he whispers, calloused fingers taking a soft hold on your chin as he brings your lips to his.
the kiss is slow; the stream can only see a toji's large hand resting on your hip, broad back and shoulder blocking majority of the view.
tojimarryme123: IM ABIYT TO LOSE MY SHITTTJGBRGGU
"i'll be right behind you." chat hears toji speak, and sees your frame walk away, your house slippers making a soft shuffling noise against the floor.
toji sits back down in his chair with a huff, low green eyes looking into his camera with a subtle smirk tugged at the ends of his lips.
tojispinkytoe6769: THIS COCKY MOTHERFUCKER
thestrongest06: whos this ugly motherfucker on my screen whered the hot babe go
toji scoffs with a shake of his head, "fuck off, gojo."
contains: loser nerdjo x fem!reader, sloppy makeout, suggestive, pet names (baby), gojo has glasses & braces, i think that’s it
note: how the fuck do u write laughter 😭
note 2: sorry i haven’t been posting, i’ve been busy with catching up on missing school work and finals r literally next week yall im not passing SHIT!!!
loser nerdjo who's very ticklish…
your lips smack against each other. one of satoru's hand slowly kneading the muscle in your breast while the other grips your hip, often dipping lower to caress the curve of your ass.
then your tongue slides past his lips, and just ever so slightly grazes the roof of his mouth, which makes the ends of satoru's lips subtle curl and his fingers dig into your skin.
you retract your tongue just as quick as you slipped it in, lips back to slopping against his in a rather loud manner, fingers gripping his shoulder as you lean in closer, practically on top of him.
you do it again and his shoulder bounce, fingers digging into your fat as tries to lean away only for you to chase after.
okay, now you're doing it on purpose. a smile tugging at your swollen lips as you run the tip of your tongue over the ridges in his mouth, earning a weird mix of a squeal and a laughter from satoru.
"ha! haa- i can't- ticklish!"
you laugh as you finally lean away, hand trailing down to his heaving chest.
"how're you ticklish in your mouth, toru?"
satoru shrugs with a smile, bracketed teeth showing as he runs his own tongue over the roof of his mouth, an attempt to get rid of the tingly feeling you left.
he feels your hands lowly trail lower, dipping his head back as it slides underneath his shirt… only to raise it and yelp once he feels your fingers dance along his waist.
"no! haha- oh my god- baby!" satoru screams, body squirming as you tickle him with the meanest grin on your face.
satoru hips buck as you continue to tickle him, his face flushed red as he shrieks and yelps.
"HAHA! you're so ticklish!" you laugh, fingers resting as you lean your head against his chest and laugh.
satoru's head shakes, chest still bouncing as he catches his breath. "that's not- ha- that's not funny" you couldn't help but laugh once more, head raising to look at your 4 eyed boyfriend. "it's a little funny.."
contains: loser nerdjo x fem!reader, sloppy makeout, suggestive, pet names (baby), gojo has glasses & braces, i think that’s it
note: how the fuck do u write laughter 😭
note 2: sorry i haven’t been posting, i’ve been busy with catching up on missing school work and finals r literally next week yall im not passing SHIT!!!
loser nerdjo who's very ticklish…
your lips smack against each other. one of satoru's hand slowly kneading the muscle in your breast while the other grips your hip, often dipping lower to caress the curve of your ass.
then your tongue slides past his lips, and just ever so slightly grazes the roof of his mouth, which makes the ends of satoru's lips subtle curl and his fingers dig into your skin.
you retract your tongue just as quick as you slipped it in, lips back to slopping against his in a rather loud manner, fingers gripping his shoulder as you lean in closer, practically on top of him.
you do it again and his shoulder bounce, fingers digging into your fat as tries to lean away only for you to chase after.
okay, now you're doing it on purpose. a smile tugging at your swollen lips as you run the tip of your tongue over the ridges in his mouth, earning a weird mix of a squeal and a laughter from satoru.
"ha! haa- i can't- ticklish!"
you laugh as you finally lean away, hand trailing down to his heaving chest.
"how're you ticklish in your mouth, toru?"
satoru shrugs with a smile, bracketed teeth showing as he runs his own tongue over the roof of his mouth, an attempt to get rid of the tingly feeling you left.
he feels your hands lowly trail lower, dipping his head back as it slides underneath his shirt… only to raise it and yelp once he feels your fingers dance along his waist.
"no! haha- oh my god- baby!" satoru screams, body squirming as you tickle him with the meanest grin on your face.
satoru hips buck as you continue to tickle him, his face flushed red as he shrieks and yelps.
"HAHA! you're so ticklish!" you laugh, fingers resting as you lean your head against his chest and laugh.
satoru's head shakes, chest still bouncing as he catches his breath. "that's not- ha- that's not funny" you couldn't help but laugh once more, head raising to look at your 4 eyed boyfriend. "it's a little funny.."
ᦸ fluffy little girlfriend!kirara hcs ⸝⸝ art : @cogumelodejeans
girlfriend!kirara practices makeup on your face all the time, using your face as a canvas whenever trying something new—star freckles, fun eyeliner, new lip combos—she thinks everything looks stunning on your face.
girlfriend!kirara tries to share clothes with you when she can, but she'll typically end up buying matching clothes whenever something doesn't fit just right.
girlfriend!kirara keeps a lot of photos of you together around her room. Polaroids, standard, framed, and taped above her bed—a few quick sketches of your face—she keeps you plastered around her room.
girlfriend!kirara dyes her hair to match yours every few months, having fun with cute designs in both your hair whenever she busts out the mixing bowl & brush—proudly showing off her stained hands to hakari whenever she reveals the finished product
girlfriend!kirara likes to curl up in your bed & let you braid her hair while you ramble on—scrolling on her phone, reading a book, or whatever she can do as long as she feels your fingers through her hair & your voice in her ear.
girlfriend!kirara is a sucker for kisses; it doesn't matter where. She loves leaving them on your shoulder, neck, hand, lips, forehead, arms, legs, back, stomach, or anywhere she can get to—she's leaving a kiss.
girlfriend!kirara makes DIY gifts for you, spending her spare time making & collecting things for crafts so you can decorate your room & think of her—including a picture frame she etched a love letter into the backing of.
girlfriend!kirara dances with you in her room at two am, putting something random on & just dancing her heart out at the feel of your body against hers.
girlfriend!kirara got you matching lockets that you keep photos of each other in—which she'll privately gush about whenever she misses you cradling the locket in her palm.
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contains: boxerjo x black!fem!reader, mentions of sex, pet names (baby), i think that’s it
note: happy valentines day, no one asked me to be their baby boo so im just here
no one, and i truly mean no one, suspects that thee star boxer, satoru gojo, loves to be pampered by his wife.
“you did so good f’me, baby.” you coo, palms cupping the mans bruised cheeks, thumbs grazing his flushed skin. his hands are curled around your wrist, low blue eyes looking up at your face.
he sat with his back just ever so slightly hunched on one of those nursing beds with you slotted between his legs, whispering sweet nothings only he could hear.
it was an unspoken tradition after every match, especially if he lost.
at first, you thought maybe he’d want sex— something rough and quick, something to get his mind off of things— but he didn’t. he muttered something about wanting you to be close to him, a bruised hand of his resting on your hip as pulls you so close that your chest is flushed against his.
and you nodded, pressing your lips softly against his, hand of yours coming up to run through his sweaty white strands of hair.
“yeah? i did good?” satoru asks, splitted bottom lip jutting out as he pouts. you softly nod your head, leaning close to press a kiss onto his bruised lips.
“so good.” you agree, nails running against his scalp, the soothing sensation making his shoulder relax.
satoru mumbles something you don’t pick up. his hand raise to reach under your pretty top, slender fingers making their way to feel your smooth brown skin.
you loved it when he got like this— obsessed and in love, trying to drown in your scent and touch in hopes of washing away the feeling of a loss.
"it's okay, baby. 'm not going anywhere." you mutter, leaning back to hang your hands off his shoulders as his arms engulf your frame and pull you close.
satoru huffs, bruised cheek pressed against your chest.
"am i your winner?"
your laughter is soft as you press as kiss to the top of satoru's hair before responding. "yes, baby. the only winner ever, actually."
you feel satoru smile against your skin. "i love you so much." his arms wrap around you tighter, legs making their way to wrap around your calves.
you press another kiss to the top of his head and he sinks himself deeper into your warmth.
"i love you too, toru." you mutter, hand traveling lower, feeling as his back rises and falls with each deep breath.
you could stay like this forever; basking and drinking in each other's warmth. it was almost addicting— satoru almost wanted to start losing on purpose.
(he loved being your winner way too much for that)
contains: boxerjo x black!fem!reader, mentions of sex, pet names (baby), i think that’s it
note: happy valentines day, no one asked me to be their baby boo so im just here
no one, and i truly mean no one, suspects that thee star boxer, satoru gojo, loves to be pampered by his wife.
“you did so good f’me, baby.” you coo, palms cupping the mans bruised cheeks, thumbs grazing his flushed skin. his hands are curled around your wrist, low blue eyes looking up at your face.
he sat with his back just ever so slightly hunched on one of those nursing beds with you slotted between his legs, whispering sweet nothings only he could hear.
it was an unspoken tradition after every match, especially if he lost.
at first, you thought maybe he’d want sex— something rough and quick, something to get his mind off of things— but he didn’t. he muttered something about wanting you to be close to him, a bruised hand of his resting on your hip as pulls you so close that your chest is flushed against his.
and you nodded, pressing your lips softly against his, hand of yours coming up to run through his sweaty white strands of hair.
“yeah? i did good?” satoru asks, splitted bottom lip jutting out as he pouts. you softly nod your head, leaning close to press a kiss onto his bruised lips.
“so good.” you agree, nails running against his scalp, the soothing sensation making his shoulder relax.
satoru mumbles something you don’t pick up. his hand raise to reach under your pretty top, slender fingers making their way to feel your smooth brown skin.
you loved it when he got like this— obsessed and in love, trying to drown in your scent and touch in hopes of washing away the feeling of a loss.
"it's okay, baby. 'm not going anywhere." you mutter, leaning back to hang your hands off his shoulders as his arms engulf your frame and pull you close.
satoru huffs, bruised cheek pressed against your chest.
"am i your winner?"
your laughter is soft as you press as kiss to the top of satoru's hair before responding. "yes, baby. the only winner ever, actually."
you feel satoru smile against your skin. "i love you so much." his arms wrap around you tighter, legs making their way to wrap around your calves.
you press another kiss to the top of his head and he sinks himself deeper into your warmth.
"i love you too, toru." you mutter, hand traveling lower, feeling as his back rises and falls with each deep breath.
you could stay like this forever; basking and drinking in each other's warmth. it was almost addicting— satoru almost wanted to start losing on purpose.
(he loved being your winner way too much for that)
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