mikoi

♫ my man’s in touch with his emotions ♫ 

♫ my man won’t touch me with a twenty-foot pole! ♫ 

♫ my man’s forgotten his devotion ♫  

♫ where he’s gone God only knows ♫ 

you listened to your music happily, singing along loud enough to be heard throughout your dorm to the bridge of my man on willpower by sabrina carpenter. the song was a banger, even if you couldn’t relate—even though you had a boyfriend now.

even though satoru prioritized his studies a lot, he always made time for you whenever. he did so when you didn’t ask, and even more so when, on the rare occasions, you did. satoru loved spending his time with you more than anything. 

you prioritized your studies as well, having been one of the top students alongside satoru since your freshman year of college and even before that—you both understood what you needed to do to make your relationship work despite academics and busy schedules that don’t always align. 

so imagine satoru’s horror when he heard you singing along to those specific lyrics to that specific song as he let himself into your dorm while you studied for an upcoming test. 

he knew he was busy—fuck, he was fully aware, but he didn’t know he got that busy. he thought you understood, that you were okay with it, that you were managing just fine, that you didn’t mind and that you probably were busy too- 

“satoru, what are you doing here?” you asked—snapping him out of his train of thought immediately as you walked over to his direction. you looked shocked, but happy. you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him.

“hi, sweetheart,” he said—melting into your touch instantly. you had always underestimated how heavy satoru could be, even after a couple of months together already.

“how long have you been standing there?” you asked, smiling as satoru pressed soft kisses all over your face. 

“I just got here,” satoru lied. “something came up with the guys and we had to end our session early.” 

you gave a soft smile. satoru had been working on a project for his quantum physics class with a few guys who also attended the same class for a while now, which made him even busier than he already was, but you never minded. 

“yeah? are you tired? hungry? we can order take-out if you want.” you said, voice sounding worried with a little frown on your face as satoru set his things down and sat next to you on the couch. 

“thank you, love, but I already ate some snacks on the way here.” satoru replied. he was way more exhausted than he showed he was, but he wasn’t going to give you more reasons to think he didn’t love you anymore.

“I see.” you replied, letting him lie his head down on your lap as your hand went to his hair immediately—completely unaware that your beloved’s brain was running three-hundred miles per hour even at his exhausted state just so he could try and remember every single thing you told him about your interests. 

“I just wanna be with you.” satoru said, and your heart melted as you pulled him up, eventually taking him to your bed so he could rest more comfortably. you held satoru to sleep, textbooks and notes and your iPad left displayed and uncharged on your desk. 

satoru went to sleep thinking of your interests and woke up in the middle of the night with a brilliant idea to make you feel loved the next morning. yeah, he was going to make sure you never even thought of singing that song again. well, he wasn’t a controlling boyfriend, he just didn’t want you to relate to that song and you could still sing it if you wanted, but it’d be better if you didn’t mean it- 

yeah. point taken. 

✶

and so, because satoru remembered that one time you mentioned wanting to experience having french toast and vanilla ice cream as your breakfast and having it served in bed, he woke up at six am, made a quick run to the grocery store nearby and bought all the necessary ingredients. fresh milk, cinnamon powder, maple syrup, soft milk bread, eggs—every. single. thing. 

satoru rushed back to your dorm like someone was gonna slap a hot frying pan on his ass if he didn’t get back soon. so, he quietly snuck into your dorm and got to work. 

by eight in the morning, you awoke with the delicious scent of french toast in your dorm. your stomach growled immediately, and just in time, satoru came in with your french toast—cooked and plated to perfection with two scoops of the best vanilla ice cream in the country on top because one was just too stingy. that and a full glass of hot chocolate with some marshmallows on top. 

you were flabbergasted, shocked, surprised. you even checked the calendar to make sure it wasn’t your anniversary, your birthday, his birthday, or christmas. 

no. it was a random friday at eight in the morning. 

your beautiful, delicious, scrumptious feminist of a boyfriend cooked up a michelin star meal for you and served it to the most airheaded version of yourself on your very own bed. at eight in the morning on a random friday of the month. 

“toru… what’s all this for?” you asked, confused, but happy and feeling appreciated. 

satoru froze up a little bit as he set the tray with the little stands in front of you, though he recovered quickly and gave a small chuckle.  

“just figured I should do this more often.” he said, hearing you groan as you tried the toast. “so I can expect more like this tomorrow morning?” you asked hopefully.

satoru gave a soft, warm smile at your question, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“of course, my love.” he said. you giggled, then patted the space beside you as you shared your breakfast with him. satoru sat next to you, trying the toast he made with his very own hands. 

“wow, I outdid myself.” satoru said—and you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “how’d you get the ingredients anyway? I haven’t grocery shopped yet.” you asked as you both continued eating your breakfast.

“I woke up at six and went to the supermarket nearby. the convenience store food was too unsafe.” that was code for ‘too cheap.’ 

your heart melted at satoru’s efforts, feeding him some toast, then put your fork down, grabbing your hot chocolate. 

“how much did you spend on the ingredients then?” 

“about… eight-thousand yen.” 

you almost choked on your hot chocolate—thankfully, none got any on your white sheets. 

“eight-thousand yen? satoru, that’s too expensive!” 

“baby, it’s perfectly fine, I promise.” satoru replied. you never let up. you didn’t like it when satoru spent more on you than he should. 

“satoru, it’s too expensive. you know I don’t like it when you spend more on me than you should.” you replied, frown on your face now. you were so cute, how could he not spoil you?

“I know, my love. I’m sorry. I won’t spend too much on ingredients next time.” you frowned even more. 

“satoru.” you said, voice stern. satoru put his hands up.

“alright, I promise. eat your breakfast, please?” he asked. you gave in after a few seconds, head on his shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head—then you both ate in comfortable silence. 

“the eight thousand yen was worth it though.” he said, and you laughed. “yeah, it was.” 

✶

after that, the gifts kept coming and satoru spent more time with you in between. like the next day on saturday, when he bought everything you wanted at the mall despite you saying you could pay for it yourself. 

“baby, I can pay for it myself-” you said, but your wallet couldn’t even see a glimpse of sunshine before satoru already gave his card to the cashier. 

“it’s okay, love. just let me do this, please?” he asked. you let him do so with a small frown, and when you sat in his car after, he noticed the frown on your face. 

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asked. 

“satoru, I’m grateful that you paid for my things, but I picked up a lot and the total was too pricey, and you didn’t have to do that and I could’ve paid for them myself-” you said, only to be cut off with a soft kiss to the lips. 

“I wanted to do that for you, my love. and don’t worry about your things being too pricey for me, okay? you’re worth every cent and much, much, much, much, much more.” satoru replied—and you still looked at him with a frown on your face before hugging him close. satoru laughed, then wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple. 

“I love you, my love.” he said, and you hugged him tighter.

“I love you too, satoru. not because you pay for my things for me, by the way, even though I’m grateful for that too.” you said, smiling as you pulled away, and satoru smiled brightly. 

“my sweet girl,” he said, peppering kisses all over your face. “come here.” he said, lifting you up effortlessly and putting you on his lap, and you giggled—settling comfortably against him despite getting a little bit cramped in the driver’s seat. 

“satoru!” you said, giggling as he kept kissing you all over. safe to say you felt extremely loved, and someone might’ve seen you make out in the driver’s seat.

then, on sunday, satoru bought you one of the dresses he made you pick a few days before and had it delivered to your door with a little note that said, 

to the one and only love and soulmate of my life, 

please wear this dress for our plans tonight. I’ve cleared out my calendar and made reservations, and I will be picking you up by seven in the evening tonight. 

PS: you can wear something formal if you don’t feel comfortable in the dress or bring casual clothes along, I love you so much, and I know you’ll look beautiful + I can’t wait to see you ♥

PS #2: I would’ve given you this directly but I would want to see you in the dress directly and it would ruin the surprise, so please forgive me, baby :( 

ALWAYS yours, toru 

you saw the little details satoru had drawn on the card aside from the already-there prints. he had drawn your favourite flower on the very edge, and of course satoru was good at drawing too.

you gave a soft smile at the note, then opened the box and saw a beautiful dress in your favourite color—the exact one you’ve been looking at for a while but never bought it. not because you didn’t have enough money, but because you simply didn’t need a dress. 

satoru paid a lot of attention to you without a doubt, and you were grateful to have someone like him. 

that evening, you got ready and wore the dress that satoru sent you—spraying some perfume and getting your hair ready and picking out the perfect set of shoes to go with it. you also packed some jeans and a shirt and some pajamas like satoru said, then he picked you up that evening in his mercedes, wearing some formal pants and a white dress shirt. you both looked like you were going to attend a wedding or a formal dinner. anything formal. 

you got in the passenger seat as satoru opened the door for you, then jogged over to his side and got into the driver’s seat.

“you look beautiful.” he said, smiling like an idiot as he leaned in for a kiss. you giggled, kissing him as well. “thank you, toru. you look very handsome yourself.” satoru turned beet red at your compliment, and you laughed as you kissed his cheek, then satoru drove off. he held your hand the entire ride to your destination. 

“by the way, you never told me where we were headed.” you said, looking over at him while you stopped at a red light. 

“just somewhere nice, we’re about… ten to fifteen minutes away.” he said. you gave a soft nod, then satoru pulled up outside a nice, sophisticated looking restaurant. the overpriced kind with small ass portions. 

“oh, satoru…” you breathed softly, taking his hand and getting out of the car. the restaurant was a little up on the mountain, so you could see the city glowing underneath. you felt nervous and happy at the same time. 

“this isn’t my scene-” you said, then satoru cut you off. “ah-ah. no. we’re going in there for our date tonight, and I’m going to make you get anything you want.” satoru said sternly. 

“satoru, this place looks really expensive. you didn’t have to take me here, we could’ve gone somewhere else.” you said. satoru cupped your face, looking into your eyes. 

“love, this place won’t do anything to my bank account. I can afford it, I thought of much more expensive places but you wouldn’t want to go because it’s too far from here, and I wanted to take you here.” he said. 

“besides, I remember you saying you wondered what it felt like to be taken somewhere fancy. well, you don’t need to wonder anymore.” he said. 

you were never after satoru’s money, so whenever you went for dates, you mostly just did movie nights at home or at an actual cinema, go to an amusement park, or anything that was cheap enough but fun for the two of you. you didn’t want to go to fancy restaurants too much because it was expensive and you were incredibly shy of the other people there, even though you’ve never seen any of them. satoru never argued, never flashed his wealth to you or other people, and respected your wishes because he was sweeter than every single type of sugar combined and he loved and respected you. 

it wasn’t your dream to be at a fancy restaurant, but you did wonder sometimes how it felt being there. 

satoru’s words made your heart melt, then you smiled, hugging him tightly, then both of you went to your reserved table.

you ordered your food, and when your face scrunched up because of the bitter taste of their chocolate ice cream—satoru just laughed. you personally don’t like chocolate as much as satoru did, but he made you try something chocolate today. the menu might as well said ‘dark chocolate ice cream’ instead of just ‘chocolate ice cream’ because the shit was bitter. 

“I don’t want to be disrespectful and say that’s fucking disgusting, so I’m just going to say it has a unique flavor.” you said, and satoru laughed even more—making some people glance your way. you were trying not to laugh yourself as you swatted satoru’s hand.

“satoru, people are staring!” you whisper-yelled. satoru’s laugh got noticeably quieter as his shoulders shook from laughing too much. 

“I’m sorry, you just look so cute and you’re hilarious,” he said—still laughing. his laugh made you laugh, so now both of you were trying not to laugh as a few people went back to minding their business. 

after some wine and reluctantly finishing your dark chocolate ice cream and making a face every single time you ate a bite, satoru hid the final total from you and paid without a problem. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t try to fight me to see the total, my love.” satoru said—greeting the receptionist with a soft bow as you both thanked and greeted the receptionist a good night with a soft, genuine, polite smile. you walked down the stairs, satoru’s hand in yours as you gave a soft sigh—the night air hitting both of you. 

“it’s okay. I figured you wouldn’t let me see the total anyway.” you said. satoru gave a small, teasing nudge.

“yeah? did you calculate it all in your mind or something?” he joked. 

“mhm.” you hummed, a proud smile on your face as you continued your decent down the stairs. 

“that so? how much do you think the total is, then?” satoru asked. 

“forty-one thousand one-hundred-eighty point nineteen japanese yen, two-hundred fifty-seven point forty-eight cents in US dollars.” you replied with ease. “more or less.”

satoru froze. you got that right on the dot, and he thinks he got hard immediately. 

“can you stay at my place tonight?” he asked, and you laughed, shrugged, then said yes. now satoru was hurrying to get home. 

well, the two of you had an amazing night is all you could say. and you think you got some cum on satoru’s digimon themed photo card book.

fast forward to the next week, satoru had been giving you multiple gifts left and right, and you were starting to get annoyed. 

again, you were grateful—but he was giving you too much gifts and you had no more space in your room, and he’s interrupted your solo study sessions for multiple times now—so much so that you got a score just a little bit lower than your average on not one, not two, not three, but five exams because of his shenanigans. 

so, as you studied your brain away in your dorm, reaching flow state—satoru barged into your room with yet another set of gifts. you whipped your head around immediately. 

“hi baby! I got you some lego sets today, and I have some of your favourite snacks as well, and I got you that plushie we looked at the other day-” 

yeah. as much as you loved your darling satoru, you were fed up. 

“satoru.” you said, voice tired yet irritated. 

“yes baby?” he asked, looking worried immediately. 

“what is up with you? you’ve been giving me so many things lately, and you keep disrupting my focus, and I got low scores on my exams cause I haven’t been able to study, and you need to stop with whatever this is!” you said—breaking down crying at this point because you had so much to catch up on, and you were terrified of not being able to understand your lectures, and you were so overwhelmed already- 

you saw the mortified look on satoru’s face. he looked so shocked when before he was so happy, and you felt so bad. 

“I’m sorry I yelled at you, I-I didn’t mean to do that-” you said, then satoru stepped closer, dropping the bags he was carrying as he wiped your tears and held you close. 

“hey, hey. don’t cry, please.” he said. you broke down in his arms—and he just held you. after your tears subsided, he pulled away—kneeling by your chair. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to overwhelm you like this.” satoru said gently, to which you sniffled and wiped your tears with your hands. satoru wiped your tears with his handkerchief. 

“I didn’t mean to cry either.” you said, sniffling as satoru took your hands in his. “why’d you start all this, anyway?” 

satoru smiled sheepishly, then looked away. 

“I caught you singing along to ‘my man on willpower’ by sabrina carpenter that one time I visited you after a session with the boys.” he said, and you just felt shocked, and so, so bad for not catching on and lashing out at him.

“I didn’t want you to feel like I didn’t want to touch you with a twenty-foot pole, and I didn’t want you to feel like I was neglecting you or not giving you attention anymore.” he said, looking a little sad now. you felt the tears come back. 

“satoru,” you said. “I sang along because I liked the song. I know you were busy with your projects and I respected that.” you said. satoru looked shocked. 

“but you sang it with so much passion I thought I really did neglect you.” satoru said, and you laughed despite the tears. hugging him close. 

“you should’ve just asked me before spending so much of your money on me.” you said, burying your face in his neck. satoru laughed sheepishly, hugging you back as he carried you to your bed, lying down beside you. 

“yeah, I should’ve. but I don’t have any regrets.” he said. “everything’s still yours. especially me.” satoru said, and you chuckled softly. 

“I’m aware now.” you said. after a few minutes of silence, you spoke up again. “does this mean I don’t get french toast and ice cream in bed anymore?” 

satoru laughed. “not at all, sweetheart. though I may not always be able to cook up some toast for you because of my schedules and all.” you giggled, nodding against his neck. 

“I love you. that’s perfectly fine. can we build the legos together some other time? can you study with me too?” you asked, voice uncharacteristically fragile. 

“anything for you, my love. absolutely anything your heart desires.” satoru said gently, hugging you close as you dozed off to sleep. 

gojo satoru was yours forever. and he wasn’t about to make you relate to that song ever.