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the doctor chuckled, amusement resting on his features, seeing you shake your head and rant about how embarrassing it was, he found everything you did adorable. maybe one day, he'll get you alone in a lab room and experiment on this thing called love.

'if anything happens, i love you, satoru.' you were at your wit's end. you were tired, you didn't even know if you'll last any longer against the sudden special grade that had popped in front of you. the last thing you could think of was letting gojo know you loved him, even if he didn't reciprocate, at least you could die letting him know that fact. pulling out your phone as you tried to run away, you typed your last message and sent it. he stared down at the words that were displayed on his phone, he raised his eyebrow before chuckling, just another one of their pranks, he thought before returning to the home screen of the device. gojo thought nothing of it until he was called by the higherups : "first grade sorcerer [name] is in need of back up." at those words something in him sank as he got there as soon as he could. when he did get there though, you were already passed out and on the verge of death, body and uniform all blood, cuts and bruises all over, before he tended to you, he took care of the special grade curse (brutally exorcised it but it was easy). once he was done, he made sure there was nothing else before picking you up and bringing you to shoko. he was angry, he was scared, he was feeling so many things as your breathing got shallow. he didn't know how long it's been since you rested on your dorm bed, he didn't know how long it's been he's last seen your eyes open, all he knew was that it felt like eternity. gojo couldn't stop thinking about the message you sent him, he couldn't stop thinking about the meaning behind it. he wondered in what way did you love him? he wondered if you feel the same pang in your chest when you see him, if your stomach was jumping when you saw him laugh. he sighed before looking at your sleeping face, thoughts of that message put aside as he caressed your cheek. worry, love and caution laced in the touch. for now, he'll focus on helping you get back on your feet before asking you about that message.

you've always wondered if he really loved you. you've always wondered if it was okay like this, if it was okay to believe he was yours. you were afraid anyone can take him away from you at any time. though you thought of these things, you never dared to tell him. you knew he would just say [name], you're being overdramatic or geez, [name], that's stupid : so you just kept it to yourself, the lack of reassurance was poking away at you. one night, your thoughts got especially bad. you laid in the bed you shared with your boyrfriend, hugging the pillow as tight as you can, burying your face in it. you were crying, you didn't even know how you got to this point. you clinged onto the pillow, refusing to let go of it anytime soon whispering please don't leave , i'll be less clingy , i'll be a better girlfriend , don't leave. don't leave. as you do so. gojo, who just came back from strolling through the streets of japan, looking for some mochi to bring to you was rather shocked when you didn't greet him once he opened the door and took off his shoes. his eyes looked at the clock, wondering just what time it is. it read : 8:26 pm. strange, he thought, usually she'd still be awake. did she fall asleep? setting the bag of goods onto one of the tables in the living room, he started to make his way up to the bedroom. as he got closer, he heard your sniffles and whispers. his heart broke at the sound, he started to worry and move faster to the door. once he got there, he opened the door swiftly and there he saw, his precious princess crying into one of his pillows not even noticing he came in. you looked so small, so painfully small. "princess? you alright?" he calls, closing the door behind him and walking up to your form. "s...satoru?" you whisper, opening your eyes and looking at him. "hey, angel. what are you crying about?" he sits next to you, opening his arms, trying his luck to see if you were okay with his touch. he's never seen you move so fast to be in his touch. he rubs your back as you hide your face in his neck. "don't want you to leave my side, ever." you whisper and though he didn't quite understand, he decided he won't push you about it until you're ready to go into further detail but there was one thing gojo did understand and that was the fact he won't be leaving anytime soon, that it was only ever going to be you he holds and loves like this. "mhm, 'm not goin' anywhere, princess," he starts, "always gonna be here... well, unless i'm workin'" he pokes fun and you chuckle a little, "that's not what i mean you idiot." you snuggle further into his neck. he chuckles, "you know i love you, right? only you, just you." he feels your eyes widen against his skin before you nod, "mhm, i know." whatever you were thinking about, he could push you about it in the morning or some other day : right now, he just wanted you to know he's there for you. he wanted you to know he loves you, more than anything else.

you stare at the ceiling, deep in thought, wondering. bringing up a bunch of 'what if' questions and a bunch of 'if i had' statements. the man that was holding you in his arms was studying your expressions, even with only just the moonlight seeping in through the blinds, you looked as stunning to him as ever. but, he got curious. just what was his little angel thinking about with such intensity laced on your face. "[name]? my darling?" he calls out to you softly. his voice instantly pulls you out of your own little world in your mind. "yeah?" you whisper, moving a little closer to him... if that was even possible. "penny for your thoughts?" he asked, you raised your head and looked at him before sighing softly. "it's nothing, really. just thinking about the future, the past. what i could have done, what i could do, what i could change. you know, that kinda stuff." you say, nanami nods with understanding. it makes sense, he too, has those kinds of thoughts sometimes especially so late into the night. "yeah, i know." he states, his hand moving to run through your hair, "but, we're in the present. we can leave worrying and regrets for later." "that's true, but i can't help it." you sigh, enjoying his touch. "the past is what happened, there's no changing that." he explains, "if there was anything you can change, you remorse and the likes of it, there's no point in dwelling back to it, there's nothing you can do about what has been done." you nod, allowing him to continue his little ramble, "but the present, you can make up for those mistakes now, learn from them. and well, grow. worry about the future later, let's go think about it when we reach that bridge." he chuckles, placing a kiss on the top of your head, you giggle at the gesture, agreeing with everything he said. "now, my angel, we have a busy day tomorrow. let's go sleep."

your mind was a mess, your heart was a mess, your feelings were a mess. you were afraid, so damn afraid. this feeling, this flutter in your chest, this warmth you feel it only happens when you're near him. you didn't want to admit it, you refuse to even acknowledge it. the person who made you feel such emotions was your bestfriend, gojo satoru. you decided it's best to just avoid him for now until the feeling settles down so you did just that, you didn't invite him for meals anymore, you didn't run to him to rant about your favorite games : at first, the platinum haired man just thought you were busy and didn't have time to hangout with him as much but there was a feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach, telling him that wasn't the case but even so, he let you be for a bit. though, after a week gojo started getting impatient. got tired of waiting and mentally declared that he'd go pester you. after a few minutes of searching around campus, his eyes land on your form. seeing that there was no one around, he ran jumped on you and hugged you from behind. "gah-" you let out a noise of surprise, gojo only chuckled before lifting a hand and ruffling up your hair. you felt your cheeks get warmer at the touch, "satoru, what are you doing?" you asked before turning your head to look at him, "hm? nothing. just missed my best friend." suddenly, you felt a pang to the chest. right, you thought, he only sees me as his bestfriend. "i have to go" you say as you remove his hand from your head, already walking away from him the moment you do, "hey! [name]!" he calls out to you but to no avail, you didn't stop or look back. that bubbling feeling in the pit of his stomach was starting to stir again, telling him to run after you and question if you were okay but he decided against it and thought to just text you later. you sat at your desk, staring down at the laptop and sighed. why cant these stupid feelings just go away already? you hear a notification sound ding next to you, your eyes trailed from your laptop keyboard to your phone and saw it was a text message, [menace to society : sent , 2:01 pm] : oi, do you wanna get ramen? you hesitate but decide to give in, maybe it'll go away if you just tell him and get rejected. [grumpy : sent , 2:03 pm] : sure, why not. you're paying though. [menace to society : sent , 2:03 pm] : deal, pick you up at 4? [grumpy : sent , 2:04 pm] : it's a date then. you didn't even realize the words you sent until you re-read them, before you could say anything another message from him appeared. [menace to society : sent , 2:04 pm] a date? omg, [name] are you in love with me? [grumpy : sent, 2:04 pm] shut up, satoru. [menace to society : sent, 2:05 pm] kidding, kidding. see you later. you sink back into your chair, feeling so many emotions at once. you sigh, turning back to your laptop and begin working—mentally preparing yourself for the confession later. the hours roll by fast and before you know it, gojo's right beside you poking at your face, "hurry and pack up, [name]! im hungry" he whines. you couldn’t help but chuckle as you gently pack up your belongings. once you were finished, gojo grabbed you and dragged you to your shared favorite ramen place. how cliche , you thought. confessing in a place you both mutually love so much, a place where a lot of memories are held for the both of you. as you sat down and ordered, you couldn't help but fidget a little. gojo looked at you as you did, "everything alright?" he leaned down and whispered in your ear. heat comes rushing to your face before you nod a bit, "just... thinking." you say. "hm? of what?" he questions, you just stare at your hands before moving them to hold his. he was surprised but didn't ask why you did it, "i've been having something on my mind. something i've been wanted to tell you." the hold you had on his hand got a little tighter, "i just don't know how you'd react." you whisper out before looking for way to word your feelings and thoughts. without making this as awkward as possible. "you can tell me anything, [name]." he says, and you nod. taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for the worst outcome. "satoru, i like you." you say softly, keeping your head down, afraid to look at him. afraid of what expression he's making. he let's out a low chuckle before placing a kiss on the shell if your ear. "silly," he starts. "look at me." the hand you weren't holding made it's way to your chin, his finger under it as he tilts your face to the side and look at him. "i like you." he smiles before pressing his forehead onto yours, watching your eyes widen, tears slowly start to form in your eyes and fall down your cheeks, "[name], don't cry. it's alright." he wipes them away. "i just... never believed, just never thought. i just." you try to explain but he knows, he knows what you're trying to say. he knows, slowly wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back. (you were very thankful you guys sat in a very secluded area that day) "i've always been looking at you, [name]"

[1:57 AM] you read the clock with a sigh, it was already quite late into the night yet you can't seem to sleep. today was a tiring and draining day so you wanted nothing more but to drift off and rest but every time you try to get that well deserved nap of yours you just cant seem to. you start tossing and turning in frustration, hoping maybe that would bring you to sleep but alas, all it did was wake the infamous winged hero beside you, "darling? what's wrong?" his voice was soft but deep, your eyes widened and instantly felt guilty. "it's nothing, go back to sleep keigo." you breathe out before turning one last time. after a few moments, rustling was heard beside you - before you can turn around to see what was going on with your lover arms wrapped around your torso, lifting you up just a bit to let his wing slide through. "can't sleep?" he asks, you only nod snuggling your back against his chest. "it's okay, get comfortable." he chuckles, watching your body relax into his. "do you wanna talk 'bout anythin'?" you shake your head, knowing if you would talk about anything, the conversation would last until later and none of you would get any sleep. keigo understood and just held you closer, wings wrapping infront of your body in a protective manner. it was silent but comfortable all that could be heard was breathing and sheets rustling. your hand made it's way to hold the his, intertwining your fingers before closing your eyes and drifting off. in times like this where you're restless and unable to sleep; keigo's warmth is all you need and your touch is his.

for as long as you remember, you never found happiness, love and trust all in the same person until he came into your life. you gaze over his figure, a warm feeling flowed through you. maybe now was the perfect time to attempt to let him know how you feel once again, "kyojuro-san!" you whined, trying to get the flame hashira's attention who was currently trying to glue an ornament that sanemi broke, he let out a hum to let you know he was listening but he still didnt face you. you pouted, deciding to settle with that and continue with what you were going to say; "i like you, kyojuro-san" he stops moving his hands, turning to look at you with a smile. "i like you too, [name]-chan." your eyes widened but mind was clouded with confusion. rengoku only chuckled before going back to the ornament in his hands. you stand and leave the room, a sudden amount of questions can be heard through your mind. what way did he mean it? did he mean it in a friendly way and get you wrong once more? you sigh as you open the door to the kitchen of the demon slayer corps only to find mitsuri. she excitedly gets up and makes her way to you giving you a hug. you smile at her, confusion still tainted on your face from the situation with kyojuro. "[name]-san, you look rather bewildered? is everything alright?" the love hashira asks you. you shake your head with a sigh before you both walk down to sit on the chairs by the table. "i'm all ears." she smiles and you just nod before telling her about the events that had just happened barely ten minutes ago. mitsuri only chuckles before patting your head. "it's alright [name]-san! let's try a different method!" she suggests. your lips form a slight smile, nodding. maybe this way, you'll finally get a clear answer. maybe this way, your feelings will finally get across. over the next few weeks, you hadn't seen kyojuro much; honestly, you purposely avoided him most of the time, afraid you'd accidentally let words spill. in this time though, you had decided to ask senjuro for help with the food you wanted so give kyojuro as a little appreciation gift too. you sent letters; which consists of panicking, advice asking and senjuro ready to slap you with chopsticks back and forth between each other. with time though- you were able to perfect dish. during this time as well, mitsuri has been training you [not really.] to write love letters; uzui popped in every now and then to give out some flamboyant word he made up on the spot to convey your feelings, you didn't use them though. now, you stand before the flame hashira, bowing and offering the food and letter in your hands to him. 'please, let him see me. let him see how i feel.' kyojuro only smiles, taking the food you made and the letter, not saying a word. in truth, kyojuro doesn't like you that way. he sees you as a little sister; he only acts dense just so he wont hurt you, just so he wont see you cry, just so this comfortable friendship you shared and built together wont disappear. | a/n ; bye this is so shitty im so sorry.