💕

"can i try it?" he asked, perched right on the edge of the bed.

"try what?"

his eyes trailed down to your chest, lingering on the heavy shape of them under your shirt, then flicked back to your face. "sucking your tits."

"baby, i'm not sure. i'm still leaking and they're crazy sensitive."

"i'll be careful, i promise... just wanna taste it."

before you could even get a word out, he was already moving in, settling right between your legs. his head was level with your chest, tucked between your thighs, taking up all the space. "come on, babe, show me my pretty girls."

you rolled your eyes but pulled up your white top anyway, making him let out a low, gravelly groan. there they were — heavy and swollen, way bigger since the pregnancy, with hard, dark nipples and a little wet spot where the milk was already soaking through.

"damn, baby..." he rasped. "wanted this for so long."

at first, he just swiped his tongue over the wet patch, licking up the drops with slow, teasing circles around the nipple. then his lips suddenly clamped down. he took the whole thing into his mouth, sucking you in almost to the areola.

"tooru!" you yelped, arching your back. "easy!"

but he didn't hear you. he was sucking so hard, pulling the milk out like he'd freaking die if he didn't get every last drop right that second. you felt the rhythmic, heavy tugging and heard him gulping it down, totally obsessed.

he groaned right against your skin, his whole body shaking, and then popped his lips off your nipple with a loud, wet smack.

"so fucking sweet," he breathed out. his lips were all shiny, and his breath scorched your nipple, making it pop even harder. he kept switching between quick licks and sharp, tight tugs, creating this crazy, pulling pressure deep inside.

right then, he noticed milk starting to drip from your other breast, messing up your skin.

"it's goin' to waste," he groaned and moved to the second one even hungrier. he was acting like a total addict — his tongue was darting all over the areola, catching every single drop, and then he clamped down on the nipple, sucking so hard the room filled with wet, messy sounds. he literally buried his face in you, getting white streaks all over his cheeks.

he squeezed both your breasts with his hands, jamming them together so the nipples were side by side. he covered both at once with his mouth, biting and sucking them at the same time.

"mmm-gh!" he felt his mouth fill up instantly with warm milk. he swallowed greedily, almost choking on the taste, and sometimes he'd pull back on purpose, tugging your nipples with his teeth, stretching them out before sucking back in.

you clawed at his white hair, gasping for air. "too... nngh... it's too much! ah-mmm! tooru!"

he pulled away for a sec, and in the dim light, you saw a thin, sticky string of spit and milk stretching between his lips and your bright red nipple.

"shhh, baby." he nipped the hard tip with his teeth right away, making you yelp.

his hips moved on their own. sitting between your legs, he started rubbing his hard cock against the mattress, back and forth, groaning low. he went back to your chest, tossing his head side to side without letting go of the nipple. "mmm-ffh... want more milk... give me more baby," he mumbled. his chin was literally soaked, drops dripping down his neck and ruining his clothes. then he looked up at you with those huge, clouded-over doe eyes.

"wanna use some for my coffee."

The first time Satoru Gojo realizes he made a mistake is when he can’t find you on campus.

At first he thinks it’s funny.

You’ve always been easy to find. The west library corner seat by the window. The campus café at 10:30 with a vanilla latte and that same notebook you pretend isn’t a diary.

But after the breakup?

You vanish.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

Your Instagram, phone number, Snapchat — blocked.

He stares at his phone in the Alpha Tau living room while music blasts around him and someone hands him another drink.

Blocked.

“Damn,” one of the guys laughs. “She actually did it.”

Gojo scoffs like it doesn’t matter. “I’ll get her back,” he says cockily.

Like he’s not the one who said it. I need to focus on football.

The lie sounded convincing at the time. The scouts were watching. His coach kept yelling about discipline. Everyone said relationships were a distraction.

So he broke up with you.

Clean and quick.

Two weeks later, he’s drunk at three different frat parties, shamefully sneaking out of sorority house hookups before the sun even rises.

And somehow that’s when he realizes something feels wrong.

———-

The First Attempt

He tries texting.

It doesn’t go through. Still blocked.

He laughs to himself. “Dramatic much.”

But that night he still walks across campus toward the all-girl dorms.

Except the front desk girl just shrugs. “She’s not here.”

Gojo frowns, “What do you mean she’s not here?”

“Means she’s not here.”

He stands outside the dorm building for ten minutes before leaving.

The next day he tries again. Still no sight of you.

Flowers

A week later a bouquet arrives at your dorm. White lilies and baby’s breath.

Attached card: —SG <3

He doesn’t even know if you like lilies. You used to talk about flowers sometimes, but he never listened carefully enough to remember, and now he regrets it.

The desk girl tells him later you picked them up without saying a word.

Still no message back.

The Letters

Then the letters start. The handwritten notes made him feel romantic, he was sure this would get a response out of you.

The first one is simple.

I know you blocked me. I deserve it.

Let me know if you wanna talk

-Satoru <3

No response.

The second one is longer.

I didn’t break up with you because I stopped loving you. I thought I was doing the responsible thing.

Please unblock me xoxo

The third one is messy.

He writes it at 2 AM after a party he left early because some girl laughed too loud in a way that sounded a little too much like you.

I keep looking for you around campus.

You used to sit by the west library window. I checked yesterday. You weren’t there. Are you avoiding me?

- Toru

Your Favorite Snacks

The dorm desk starts receiving packages. Your favorite chocolate. Spicy chips.

Strawberry gummies you always bought from the vending machine during late-night study sessions.

Deliveries of your favourite bubble tea.

The desk girl starts recognizing his name. “Another one from the football guy. I told him you weren’t here again like you asked.”

Meanwhile

Gojo’s reputation doesn’t change. He’s still the star player. Still the loud one at parties. Still the guy everyone thinks has everything.

But lately he keeps checking doorways. Scanning crowds at football games. Looking for someone who isn’t there.

The First Time He Sees You Again

It’s raining. He’s leaving practice when he spots you across the quad under a blue umbrella.

For a second he thinks he imagined it.

But then you look up. And your eyes meet his.

The look on your face isn’t anger. It’s worse.

It’s indifference.

You turn and keep walking. Gojo’s heart drops straight into his stomach. He can’t let you escape after all this time of chasing you.

“Hey—!”

You stop slowly. You look over your shoulder. “…What?” Your voice is calm.

Gojo suddenly forgets every speech he rehearsed. “I—did you get the letters?”

“Yes.”

“…And?…will you please talk to me?”

You stare at him for a long moment “Goodnight, Gojo.”

Then you turn and walk away, leaving him standing alone in the rain, watching you disappear.

Green-veined satin geometer moth, Doratoptera nicevillei, Geometridae

Found sporadically throughout mainland Asia

Fandom: Oh, he's gay.

Female character: I'm not attracted to men.

Fandom: Oh, she's a lesbian.

Any character: I'm not attracted to anybody.

Fandom: Well, we don't know that they're ace/aro/aroace. It's open for interpretation. They're not canonically ace/aro/aroace unless they specifically say they are.