Meeva☾

Needy boyfriend Choso with his busy girlfriend

You had been coding on your laptop for hours, glasses slid down your nose, completely focused on the python script written on the screen. Papers that had started the afternoon blank were now covered in your handwriting. 

Choso sat on the couch, distracting himself. But you could feel his gaze lingering on you. It was always accompanied by soft offers:  “Do you need water?” “Maybe walk a little bit” “Should i cut fruit for you?”

Most of the time, you either don’t reply or just give away a short “hm”. When you were in that mood, determined to finish what your clients asked of you, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist. Choso is used to this now, though the very first time it happened, he cried a little. He doesn't like going unnoticed by the people he loves dearly. But if it’s for the sake of your career he’d hold himself back until you were done.

Finally, after an hour of nothing but the sound of clicking keys, pen scribbling on paper,  and some mumbling. You let out a long sigh of relief and stretched your arms overhead. You had managed to finish your algorithm without errors.

Hearing the shift, Choso instantly stood up. You were already smiling as you took your glasses off.

 “Baby,” he whined as he walked towards you, you pouted playfully at the sight of him. He looked half sad, half incredibly happy that you were finally free. You got up and opened your arms as he held you.

 “Done?” he mumbled into your shoulder before pulling back slightly. 

 “I still need to debug the whole thing tomorrow and go over it with my boss. But other than that, i think i’m done for today” you said as a small smile broke across his face.  He squeezed your waist slightly “Good job” 

You sounded utterly exhausted,which didn’t escape his notice. He immediately made you sit on the couch. “Should I order something? I can fix you something but I'd rather get you something really delicious.” 

You chuckled, leaning against him. “Your food is delicious too, cho” 

How could you say that while looking at him that way with those pretty tired eyes? He’ll melt on the spot. Trying to compose himself, he sat down next to you “I know you’re tired, so please don’t say things like that or look at me that way. Otherwise I don’t think i’ll be able to hold back.” 

The sheer seriousness of his face made you burst out laughing. “Oh i’m sorry Choso” you giggled, wrapping your arms around him to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Hmmm…well, can you order some Indian food?” he instantly pulled out his phone ready to get whatever you wanted.

Later, after finishing a delicious plate of biryani,you went to wash up. Choso, unwilling to lose any more time with you, followed you into the bathroom and sat on the closed lid of the toilet, absentmindedly playing with the belt of your bathrobe. Not looking your way because he knows you’re kind of shy about it.

“But that code you were working on,” he started “what is it for?”

 “It’s a game for kids with colorblindness” You continued to explain your task in that project. He listened intently, nodding and asking questions about how it all worked. 

Soon enough, you were finally both in bed. You had been on the phone with your mom for about fifteen minutes before you felt a tiny hesitant tug on your shirt.

 You looked down to see Choso  looking up at you with a sad puppy expression, his cheeks flushed slightly pink. 

“Mom, I think I'll go to sleep now. Mhm….i’ll call you tomorrow” you said quickly hanging up and put your phone on the nightstand.

 “Yeah?” you whispered, turning your full attention to him.

 He sat up a bit, looking down at his hands. “Well you’ve been busy all day…” he started softly. “Mhm, I'm all yours, what is it ?” you caressed his hair back, before stroking his cheek. He leaned into your palm. You smelled so good and felt so warm. He closed his eyes for a second, “We…” he said before hiding his face in your chest “We barely kissed today ” he whispered, his voice muffled by your shirt. 

“Aww, Choso, come here” you smiled, your heart completely melting. He peeked up at you “Are you shy?” he gave a tiny embarrassed nod.

“I’ll give you all the kisses you want, come here” you said softly, cupping his face with both hands pulling him close.

It turned out "all the kisses he wanted" was a promise that took a very long time to fulfill, as he couldn’t help but keep asking for more. But with the way he melted into every single one, you didn't mind the overtime at all.

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Dad!Gojo and Wedding tapes

“Do we seriously need to clean the basement too ?”

The complaint was accompanied with a heavy sigh.Your son was leaning against the wall, a faint sweaty look on his face. It was what you’d usually do when the kids didn’t have school, the inevitable day you decide to systematically dismantle and deep clean the entire house. “Well we are not cleaning it entirely, but if you could rearrange the boxes, i’d be really happy sweetheart” you didn’t look up from the vase you were meticulously polishing.

He sighed, a sound of pure teenage agony, and went into the kitchen to get his sister, because there’s no way he’d do that alone. They complained but did the job anyway, eventually the annoyed mumbles turned into quiet laughter and bickering and they would never admit it was pretty fun.

Tucked away in the corner of the basement behind a stack of your paperwork they found a beautiful crafted box. The top of the box was a custom print, the box was sturdy, heavy and hidden away like it was some kind of treasure.

Your daughter lifted the lid and a quiet “oh my god” escaped her lips and saw digital cameras, an album photo with a picture of you and Satoru as students on the cover.A bunch of letters, your old smartphones and braided bracelets. “Oh my god they kept their whole love life in here” said your daughter excitedly going through the box.

Her brother leaned over her shoulder, “We’re bringing it upstairs don’t say a word okay?” she nodded and closed the box.

Your daughter asked Satoru if tonight could be movie night, of course he’d never say no to his youngest child. After dinner, you were in the living room sipping on herbal tea, Satoru sank into the cushions beside you already starting to poke your cheek. “So cute, is the tea bitter?” he asked playfully.

Your daughter was messing with the tv settings, but when the screen flickered to life, a familiar melody started playing on the tv, you put your tea down. “Is this..”

A younger version of you appeared smiling all embarrassed at the lens directed towards you.

We could hear your friend’s voice bragging at how pretty you were. A friend your kids know well she’s one of their favorite aunty. Then the camera violently turned to Utahime crying, “awww our dear Utahime is crying” Shoko’s playful tone could be heard in the background.

You softly smiled, setting your tea down and leaned back against the couch. Letting nostalgia wash over you.

The tape cut to the chaotic energy of the pre-wedding dinner of Satoru and his friends, all at dinner laughing and teasing Satoru. All faces were recognized by your kids, and they realized how amazing it would be to keep their own friends that long.

Then another cut, the wedding day.

You were getting ready in your gown. Your mom in the background who was talking and rubbing your shoulder to soothe your nerves, the love in her expression was undescribable.

On Satoru's side Suguru was straightening the collar of Satoru’s suit. On his collar a discreet dentelle detail of you and Satoru’s initials are tailored carefully.

“I feel like crying already” he mumbled to Suguru mostly, Suguru smiled “It’s normal”. Well nobody was surprised anymore because Satoru probably cried the most at the traditional ceremonies.

The sequence felt so intimate. Whoever was recording did a great job. The camera turned to Nanami, who had a soft discreet smile on his face.

Your daughter chuckled softly, “such a cry baby” she mumbled to herself more than to anyone in the room

On screen, Shoko called out, “Picture time!!”, joyful moments that you knew were carefully preserved in the album.

“You’re so pretty mom” said your son, his usual grumpiness dropping completely, you smiled and mumbled a small thank you.

The tape finally reached the moment Satoru saw you in your dress, he was smiling but his nose was red from holding back the tears. When you officially became a married couple, he kissed your nose instead of your lips because he remembers how shy you had been about public displays of affection in front of the crowd.

Beside you on the couch, a soft sniffle broke the silence.

You turned your head and Satoru was quietly shedding tears. He quickly reached for the tissue box on the side table to wipe them away before his kids would tease to death.

“You guys are so sneaky, where did you dig this up?” you said “In the basement” your daughter beamed. “And thank god we did”

Satoru didn’t speak and just gave a gentle squeeze to your ankle where your leg rested against his lap.

The next clip was you at the night party you had changed into a beautiful dress. Satoru was in a crisp navy blue suit. The two of you looked so good, your daughter couldn’t believe her parents looked this good.

When the screen finally faded to black, the kids didn’t want to end the night here, your daughter immediately turned around “WHY did you never show us this?” you chuckled “I almost forgot we had this”

“Well now you got to explain the pictures” said your son before settling next to you and Satoru opening the album.

He flipped the book open on a random page.The photo showed you lying in bed at home, looking quite exhausted but so happy to be carrying your first baby. Satoru was the one who took the picture. It was a few days after you had given birth.

“I’m definitely the cutest baby,” your son bragged proudly.

“Oh please!”

Your daughter immediately flipped the pages to see herself with you, she pointed to a photo taken 2 years later where you were home on the couch holding her while her older brother did a silly pose next to you two. “I’m wayyy cuter” she said not feeling challenged at all.

Satoru just laughed, these two are definitely his.

“Oh my god our first day of school, dad cried so much” your daughter beamed pointing to a photo of the two of them posing in front of the black car. Satoru leaned over to press a soft kiss against your shoulder as the kids continued to reminisce through the album. He loved these nights. The night where you weren’t busy with work, when the outside world stopped demanding his attention and when his children weren’t buried under homework. As long as the living room was crowded, he was the happiest man alive.

An hour later the kids went to bed, and so did you and Satoru. He was already on his side of the bed watching you braid your hair in front of the mirror.

“I’m really happy you know”

“Oh, here we go. My absolute favorite moments are when you get all cheesy like this” you playfully said “Go on tell me why you’re happy my dear husband”

He laughed and bit his lip before looking at you again, “I’m really happy…because I get to love you, and cherish you, and you give me so much. And on top of that we also raised very funny kids” he said sitting up extending an arm towards you to pull you in bed. “I’m happy too Satoru” you came to him and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips.

“Our wedding was pretty nice, yeah?’ he said as you got into bed. “Extremely nice,” you agreed, closing your eyes and letting yourself sink into his warmth.

“I forgot how good it was.”

First crushes (dad!gojo) 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

Friday afternoon was always absolute bliss. Satoru had picked up the kids from school. You had the whole house to yourself to finish work before the weekend so you could fully enjoy it. The sun beaming through the living room windows felt incredibly nice, promising a relaxing weekend ahead.

But today when your daughter got home she looked a bit down, at least that’s what Satoru whispered to you before disappearing upstairs. Concerned you went to check on her.

After a soft knock on her door, you heard a muffled “yes!”. Once you opened the door she was on the floor, her  back pressed against the bed, holding her phone. 

“You alright sweety ? You didn’t even come to say hi  when you got home” you said softly,  and settled on the carpet next to her. 

“I’m alright, it’s just…i’ve been thinking a lot lately” you tilted your head “What’s bothering my baby” 

Suddenly her gaze softened and she looked away, you smiled. Is my daughter experiencing her very first crush ?! you thought to yourself.

“Mom…how did you know you liked dad ?” she asked, her voice barely audible. Embarassed at the mere thought of talking about romance. 

She is experiencing a crush.

“Hmm well,” you began. “I only met you dad when I was fifteen and at the time I didn't really talk to him. He had his group of friends and I had mine. So we barely saw each other" she hummed and nodded. “But through your aunt Utahime we eventually hanged out from time to time. And after a year of friendship and his version of ‘courting’, I saw him do something that cleared all of my doubts.” 

She looked up “What was it?” 

“You know how young Megumi and Tsumiki were when your dad took them in, even though he was practically a kid himself? One Christmas, I visited them, and he was so gentle, patient and good with them... I thought ‘Wow I really really like this guy’ he is incredibly generous and selfless when he’s not being silly.” 

Your daughter chuckled, “That’s why he always brags Tsumiki is his first daughter and Megumi his first son” you nodded. 

“But liking someone can stem from the most random things. Your dad has experience on that. Maybe you should ask him the same question.” you suggested as you pushed yourself up from the floor. “No way dad is going to question me and tease me to death…” she pouted and crossed her arms.

You smiled, patting your head “Your dad is way more sensitive than you think. So give it a try, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled if you come to him for advice.” You paused at the door "He's a real gossip” you added before leaving.

And so she did.

You were all done with dinner, your son had already retreated  to his bedroom. While you were in the study finishing replying to mails for work. Satoru was humming a familiar rhythm from a commercial he liked as he did the dishes. Your daughter stood nearby, slowly helping clear the table. She hesitated for a few minutes before finally gathering the courage to speak up,

 “Dad?”

“Hm?”

“How did you..know you liked mom?”

Satoru paused and looked at his daughter, before putting on the most dramatic emotional face “I thought you and your brother would never ask! I’ve been dying to tell you how she made me fall for her” he quickly dried his hands and eagerly pulled two chairs to sit. He brought snacks out of the pantry, quietly because you didn’t like for them to snack after dinner. He sighed dramatically "Where do I even start, what do you want to know?”

“Um…how did you know it was love…?”

“Well, I think the moment i realized i wanted nobody but her was on her birthday actually”

Your daughter was munched on chips, leaning in “On her birthday?”

“Yes it was actually her 17th birthday, and auntie Utahime told Shoko and Shoko told us. We planned this big surprise party in the classroom.” he started, a soft genuine smile appeared by reminiscing their highschool days “We made sure everything was perfect. When she walked through the door,  we all jumped and shouted ‘happy birthday (name)!’. She was so startled at first, but then she started dying of laughter. A laughter full of love and gratitude. But  when it was time to blow out the candles she got overwhelmed and she cried.”

He chuckled softly, his eyes looking incredibly warm, “I guess she got too emotional to face everyone because she immediately hid her face into my shoulder. I don’t know if it’s just because I was the closest person to her, or because she genuinely felt safe with me. But she was so warm and my heart was beating so fast. Unconsciously, I rubbed her back and right at that moment  I thought, Whenever she cries i hope she comes to me in the future, whenever she feels pain i want to be the first person she comes to and vice versa”

Your daughter listened silently, completely captivated. She smiled a little. She always  knew her dad could be cringe and silly, but this romantic? That’s something new, and she was absolutely telling her brother about it later.

“So,” Satoru started, popping a piece of mochi into his mouth, breaking the emotional atmosphere “You got your answer?” 

She nodded  “Yeah, thank you dad”

“So who’s the lucky person you got a crush on?”

The question caught her completely off guard, “Huh?! Who said anything about a crush?”

 “As if. It was just for my essay. I have to write something about feelings and romance that’s all” she lied quickly.

Satoru chuckled leaning back in his chair, “Oh i’m sure it is” 

“Satoru,what did I say about midnight snacks? The kids are still growing they need healthy meals”

You walked in. Satoru’s eyes lit up. Seeing you be the strict loving mother never, ever got old. 

“I’m so sorry honey” he said smoothly, immediately getting up and hugging you from behind as you got yourself a glass of water. His arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.  “Don’t be mad at me, it’s friday night” he kissed cheek. You two continued your playful banter, as your daughter quietly slipped out of the kitchen and headed to her room. A small smile tugged at her lips, incredibly grateful to have such a perfect definition of what love can look like when you both actively choose each other every single day.

And as for you and Satoru ? It wouldn’t be long before the two of you figured out who that crush was!

Surprise Birthday for Suguru ₍^. .^₎⟆

You were starting to get tired of tying the balloons. The repetitive snap of latex against your fingertips was getting quite annoying. But everything had to be perfect for your sweet boyfriend Suguru. When he told you he never really thought much about his birthday, he’d celebrate of course with Shoko, Nanami, Gojo and Haibara yes, but a surprise party? He never really got that.  Because he was pretty modest about his birthday, having lunch with his friends and spending the day with them was enough for him.

So today you were at his place after asking Satoru and the others to celebrate together as usual on his birthday, but this evening when he’d get home from a long day of taking pictures and wearing the ‘birthday boy’ hat Satoru forces him to wear every year. Hoping to make your surprise intimate birthday evening come true.

You were done with almost everything, you just needed to finish decorating the wall with polaroids you have always hidden from him. Pictures you took when he was hanging out with his little circle of friends,  a blurry one of him on your first ski trip, the last date you did before he asked to be your boyfriend. But then you also asked all of his loved ones to write something about him for his birthday, so you had a total of about fifteen letters with only kind words for Suguru, carefully stored in a high quality gift box.

A buzz in your pocket broke your focus, you got a notification from Shoko saying he was on his way home. He'd be here in 10. Suddenly a rush of excitement surged through you. You brought the cake out of the fridge, and looked in the drawers for the candles. 

When the muffled sound of familiar footsteps echoed in the hallway, you quickly struck a match for the candles of the cake. 

The lock turned and the door opened, Suguru froze, and when he saw the decorations, the warm amber  light of the candles making you glow in the most beautiful way. You smiled and held the cake out, 

“Happy Birthday Suguru!” you beamed.

A  low breathy chuckle escaped his lips and immediately slumped against the doorframe “Baby really?” his face showcasing a mix of disbelief and adoration.

“Blow out the candles” you said, your voice thick with excitement.

 He straightened up and walked closer, he closed his eyes for a movement and blew the candles out. “Yayyy” you cheered softly before he leaned down to give you a peck on the lips. 

“Baby this is incredible” you smiled proudly and set the cake on the counter, reaching out to hold his hand and guide him to the polaroid wall. “Look.” 

He melted instantly. His fingers hovering over the polaroids “Babe” 

“You haven’t even  seen your gifts and you’re already speechless?” you teased before making him sit down. You rushed to the room, returning  with  an armful of bags. Once everything was settled on the coffee table, you turned on your digital camera “Open them" you said sweetly.

Suguru laughed and looked directly into the lens, he was used to it now, you loved recording and always starting with the same line “hey kids this is your mom and dad”. He was really into it now, because after your first date he went home and prayed that life would keep you together forever. 

“Hey kids, this is your dad” he began softly,  "and your mom went all out for my birthday. I’m about to see what she got me" you smiled behind the camera and crouched down. 

And gift by gift laughter filled the room and his amazement grew with every layer of wrapping paper. When he reached the bracelet, the one he’d mentioned months ago that had been sold out for some time now. He looked up instantly  “(name) actually when did you buy all of this ?” 

“It’s a secret. Now the last gift, I think it might be your favorite” you hinted and started filming the box where the letters were in. 

“How can it possibly top the rest?” he questioned as he reached out for the box. As he lifted the lid and saw the stack of letters with each labeled with a familiar name, his expression softened. “Don’t read them yet” you said softly “Save those for when you’re alone.”

This was so much, he was overwhelmed with emotions. “I think we need to get married. Like yesterday (name)” you let out a laugh. “No i’m serious baby” he sighed so dramatically  and collapsed back against the couch closing his eyes. 

“Babe drop the camera and come here”  he commended softly. You ended the recording and went to him. He immediately grabbed your hand to bring you to his lap. Once seated he immediately buried his face in your neck breathing in deeply. “I’m so lucky” he whispered against your skin  "I had a wonderful time with my friends and I came home to you and this beautiful surprise. I must have saved civilizations in a  past life to have someone like you in this one.” 

“I’m glad you like it”

He gave you a peck on the lips and then another, continuously, while whispering  thank yous between each one.

“I also cooked…” you added quietly, Suguru groaned playfully “Baby stop!” making you laugh. 

“And i’ll massage your back-” 

“Stop!” he shouted jokingly, pulling you down until you were both laying on the couch. Once your laughter died down he looked you in the eyes. Gazing with so much intensity. 

“How do I outdo you for your own birthday?” he whispered before kissing your nose. You just smiled and didn't answer. You didn’t have to. The look in his eyes told you he was already planning all of your next birthdays.

Choso and quiet intimacy ₍^. .^₎⟆

Choso was hanging out at one of his friends' apartment. After hanging out the whole day it was finally time for a conversation men will unfortunately or fortunately in some cases have. Girls and their intimate lives. Choso never really minded these conversations though he made sure to be careful on how to talk about you. You’re the best girlfriend he could ever ask for, so respect is one thing he owes you.

“She scratched my back so hard, it genuinely started to burn in the morning”. One of his buddies laughed, “Mine’s so vocal it’s like a melody to my ears, last time she screamed so loud my landlords genuinely got complaints man” and so on. About how their girlfriends are so vocal, so passionate about their intimate times…genuinely sounding like their intimate times were popular prn videos. 

Choso would never compare you to other people, but during intimate times. You were always quiet; the only sounds you’d let out were breathy noises, and occasional rare whimpers. It’s not that you weren’t passionate, but you were mostly quiet with your eyes shut. If he'd ask questions you’d nod and kiss him gently. Overall very gentle and soft moments he’d cherish.

“Cho?” He felt a tap on his back from one of his friends. “Huh?” He looked at him “We asked how it was going with your girl ? You haven’t said a thing, bet she’s wild.” They all chuckled. 

“Hm not really, she’s pretty quiet actually” he said not putting too much thought to it. Everybody is different; he'd hope his friends would understand. But instead they exchanged looks with each other. “Man you got to step up” one said and they all nodded. 

“Why that’s just how she is” he shrugged his shoulders “No man she’s supposed to scream in pleasure you must be really bad” his friend joked. But they all brushed it off, boy humor, I guess? 

And even though Choso wasn’t easily shaken this did instill doubt in him. Because it’s a matter that concerns you. But at the same time how could they say that? They knew nothing about your body or habits so why in the world would they say that. It’s okay he thought to himself he’ll talk to you when he gets to your place since you planned a sleepover.

When he got in your apartment you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, a routine now. But he was quiet and looked thoughtful. “Long day? Did they suck out all of your energy?” You questioned playfully as you continued cooking dinner in the kitchen. “Babe, I have a question” “Ask away” 

“Am I bad in bed?” 

You paused and looked at him, hurriedly dried your hands and made your way to him. “What’s making you ask this ?” you sit down next to him. “Please tell me first,” he mumbled. “No you’re not bad in bed, I always enjoy our time together Cho” you rubbed his back gently.

“I’ll be honest with you baby because you know I hate being secretive about stuff that concerns us” he says steadily. “You’re scaring me” he quickly held your hand to reassure you “It’s nothing to worry about I’m just curious” you nodded.

He explained what his friends told him and how it made him question his skills. “Oh Cho…” 

“Before you say anything, I'm not stupid. I don’t have a biased view on how sex should go because of porn or anything. And i know everybody’s different…but you’re so quiet baby” he pouted a bit rubbing your hand soothly. “And I'm definitely not asking you to change, but i’d like you to reassure me it’s not because of my skills.” you smiled and nodded.

Being non-vocal during sex never made you feel self conscious. It’s just how you are. Talking or making noises during that moment made you feel a bit uneasy. And you enjoy it way better when he’s the one talking you through it because he’s so gentle and makes your heart flutter in the craziest way. And you explained it to him, you could feel his shoulders relax. “But I feel so good with you and I think we’re really, like really compatible” you finished softly, and smiling. He bit his lip, suppressing a chuckle and leaned back on the sofa.

You laughed a bit, “Why, why are you laughing ?” he shook his head and sat back up to rest his head on your lap nuzzling his face in your stomach “I just love you so much”. You stroked his hair “Don’t change a thing okay? I just wanted to understand you better” you could feel his hot breath on your stomach through your shirt.

“Okay Cho”

He stayed there for a moment and let out a sigh of relief. And inside you felt so happy that you had a boyfriend comfortable enough in his masculinity to talk about this without being defensive. You leaned down to kiss his cheek, “i love you Cho” he smiled and kissed your tummy through your shirt. “Hmmm i love you (name)” you could feel him drift off on your lap.

Thinking about dad!gojo and his two kids fighting to sit next to you at the restaurant.

Your 14 y/old daughter has a tight bond with you, she can’t hide anything from you, obviously she wants to sit next to you, her dear mommy who is quite strict at times but hey that’s her best friend. What’s better than gossiping about the annoying boys in her class while eating next to her mom?

Your 16 year old son has his reasons too, you always push him to try new things and whenever he has a school event you’re always there even though you’re busy with work. He loves to make jokes you don’t understand because the confused face you make is priceless. And he loves having you close.

And Gojo, well he married you, he loves you, he cherishes every single moment with you. Shouldn’t that be enough?

So here we are at the Brazilian restaurant your daughter has been dying to try.

“Dad you’re always with mom anywayy” your daughter whined, trying to shoulder your husband aside. “Exactly so I should be with her now too” the blue eyed man replied.

“Personally I'm not moving” said your son already seated on the other spot next to you. “Can you guys stop they’ll kick us out” you pleaded, “Satoru let her sit next to me, you’re a grown man”

“Honey are you serious ?” he said trying to sound pitiful.

You sighed, you had a long day at work today and everytime you think things couldn’t get more exhausting. These three manage to prove you wrong.

“See she sighed which means she wants her beautiful daughter next to her” you daughter said proudly. You glanced at your son who was on his phone. He secured his seat so he didn’t care.

“Satoru when it’s time for dessert you’ll sit next to me okay?” You offered a compromise.

“Honey dessert lasts like ten minutes”

That was it. You started getting up.

“I’ll eat alone then-“

“NO”

The three of them shouted in unison, loud enough for the neighboring tables to turn. “Mom stay here we’ll stop” said the sixteen year old “yeah sorry” your daughter added. Satoru had stepped back and sat across you instead.

“You guys are impossible” you muttered, sitting back down and opening the menu. Your daughter nuzzled into your shoulder “It’s because we love you” she pouted a bit trying to mark points with her cute face. “Yeah you’re like the best seatmate mom” your son replied as he put his phone down to look at the menu.

But when you looked up from the menu choices, across you was a Satoru who looked like a sad puppy. “Satoru” you said softly, your daughter immediately laughed in his face

“So down bad for what?? you already married her”

“Plus you always sleep next to her at night, while I have to share a room with this monster right there” the young man muttered, hopeful his sister didn’t hear.

Too bad she did and they started bickering.

The dinner then went smoothly after that, though they continued to bicker and you were on your phone reading an article for work. Satoru started smiling and laughing alone. You and your kids looked at him confused.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“These two can steal my seat and cling to you all they want” he said confidently “but you’re my wife and I just remembered there’s no other (name) in the world” he bursted out laughing. The three of you looked at each other, maybe Satoru had finally lost it. “You need to visit Shoko’s office, I keep telling you” mumbled your daughter. You just smiled and shook your head as Satoru looked at you, appearing completely smitten.

Plates were cleared and the bill was paid, the kids were already outside bickering on the way to the parking lot. “They’re right you know, you’re the best seatmate” you looked at him and he held your hand. “You’re just too adorable” he added.

You raised an eyebrow, but honestly? You were used to being babied by both your husband and your kids who wanted nothing more than to protect the most important woman their lives.