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︵ ೀ mdni. yuji dreaming of megumi and you together and now he gets all flustered when the two of you are around ( part one / part two )
it happened again a few days later.
the three of you were in the dorm kitchen after training, exhausted and sweaty. you were reaching up to grab glasses from the top shelf when megumi stepped behind you without thinking. his chest brushed lightly against your back as he easily plucked three glasses from the shelf and handed them to you.
“thanks, megumi,” you said with a bright smile, turning to face him.
his hand lingered for a second on your waist to steady you, a casual, instinctive touch. nothing inappropriate. just megumi being megumi—helpful and a little protective. but yuji, leaning against the counter, had this feeling in his stomach again.
that simple touch sent his mind spiraling right back to the dream. he couldn’t stop picturing megumi’s hands sliding lower, slipping under your shirt, those long fingers disappearing between your thighs while you moaned into his mouth. yuji’s face burned. he gripped the edge of the counter a little too tightly.
you noticed almost immediately. “babe?” you set the glasses down and stepped closer to him, tilting your head. “you’ve been quiet since we got back. what’s wrong?”
yuji froze. his heart hammered against his ribs. “n-nothing! i’m good.”
megumi glanced over, one eyebrow slightly raised, but said nothing.
you didn’t look convinced. you reached up and gently brushed yuji’s bangs out of his eyes, your touch so soft it made his chest ache. “you sure? you can tell me anything, you know that.”
yuji swallowed hard. he opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. his cheeks were burning crimson. for a long moment he just stared at you, then his eyes flicked nervously toward megumi, who was pretending to be very focused on pouring water. finally, the words burst out of him before he could stop them.
“i… i want to see you and megumi kiss.”
the kitchen went completely silent.
you blinked. megumi froze mid-pour, water spilling slightly over the rim of the glass.
yuji wanted to die. he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i mean— you don’t have to! it’s just… i keep thinking about it. the two of you together. it makes me feel… really warm. and kind of crazy. in a good way.”
he looked between you and megumi, eyes wide and cheeks flushed all the way to his ears. “i know it’s weird,” he added quickly, voice getting smaller. “but i can’t stop thinking about it. you both mean so much to me… and the idea of you two kissing… it doesn’t feel wrong to me. it feels… right.”
he stared at the floor, heart pounding, terrified he’d just ruined everything. you and megumi exchanged a long look. yuji swallowed.
“…sorry,” he mumbled. “i shouldn’t have said anything.”
the silence that followed was deafening. yuji wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. his face was burning, ears bright red as he stared intensely at the kitchen floor. you and megumi were both staring at him.
megumi’s expression was unreadable at first but then his eyes widened just slightly, a faint flush creeping up his neck.
you were the first to speak. “…you want us to kiss?” you asked softly.
yuji nodded quickly, too embarrassed to look at either of you. “i know it sounds crazy. but i keep thinking about it. the two of you… together. it doesn’t make me jealous. it makes me feel… warm. really warm. like my chest is going to explode in a good way.”
he finally dared to glance up. megumi was looking at him now, dark eyes steady but clearly processing. you stepped closer and gently took yuji’s hand.
“babe,” you said carefully, “are you sure that’s what you want? you’re not just saying it because you think it’ll make us happy?”
yuji shook his head. “no. i mean— yes, I want you both to be happy. but… i really do want to see it. i’ve been dreaming about it. not just innocent stuff either.”
the last part came out as a mumble. megumi’s eyebrows shot up.
you bit your lip, clearly thinking. then you looked over at megumi, a small, curious smile forming on your face. “what do you think, megumi?”
megumi stayed quiet for a long moment. finally, he set the glass down and exhaled through his nose. “…i wouldn’t mind,” he said quietly, almost too casually. but the faint pink on his cheeks betrayed him.
yuji’s heart skipped several beats.
you turned back to yuji, still holding his hand. “if we do this… you’re okay with it? no weird feelings afterwards?”
yuji nodded so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. “i promise. i just… i want to watch. at least once.”
the air in the kitchen felt heavier now, warmer. you glanced at megumi again, then back at your boyfriend. slowly, you stepped toward megumi, who straightened up, looking slightly tense but not unwilling.
you placed a hand on megumi’s chest and leaned in. megumi hesitated for half a second before tilting his head down. then your lips met softly.
it was gentle at first—careful, almost testing. but then megumi’s hand came up to rest lightly on your waist, and the kiss deepened just a little. you made a quiet sound against his mouth that sent electricity shooting down yuji’s spine.
yuji couldn’t look away. his breath caught in his throat, heart hammering wildly as he watched his girlfriend kiss his best friend right in front of him.
when you finally pulled back, both you and Megumi were slightly flushed. you turned to look at yuji, his eyes sparkling. “…how was that?” you asked softly.
yuji stared at the two of you, lips parted, face burning crimson. he could only manage one breathless word: “…again.”
the kitchen fell quiet for a moment once more. you and megumi both froze, eyes meeting each other in a brief pause. a silent question passed between you. megumi’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, but he didn’t move, waiting. your heart hammered in your chest as you searched his face.
then, slowly, megumi leaned in again.
you met him halfway.
this time the kiss was deeper, with more hunger, like he had been holding back for too long. his fingers pressed into your waist as he tilted his head, sliding his tongue against yours with surprising boldness. a soft, surprised sound left your throat, which only seemed to encourage him.
he kissed you like he was starving.
his other hand came up to cup the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw as he pulled you closer. the kiss grew hotter, wetter. megumi made a quiet noise against your mouth, almost a groan, as he sucked gently on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue back in.
yuji’s breath hitched loudly. he couldn’t look away. his face was burning as he watched his best friend kiss you like he wanted to devour you—slow, deep, and getting greedier with every second.
megumi pressed you back against the counter, his body flush against yours. one of his hands slid down to grip your hip, pulling you tighter as the kiss turned messy, completely lost in it now while yuji was breathing hard, eyes wide.
his cock strained painfully against his sweatpants, throbbing with every wet sound of your lips moving together. he couldn’t stop the flood of thoughts crashing through his mind.
he wished megumi would push you harder against the counter. he wished he’d slide his hand under your shirt and grope your tits the way yuji had imagined so many times. he wanted to see megumi bite your neck, suck marks into your skin, shove his thigh between your legs and grind against you until you were whimpering and soaked.
the thought made yuji’s mouth go dry. he imagined megumi dropping to his knees right there in the kitchen, pulling your shorts down and burying his face between your thighs while you moaned into yuji’s mouth. he wanted to watch his best friend make you cum, fingers deep inside you, tongue licking greedily at your clit.
“fuck…” yuji whispered under his breath, barely audible. his hand unconsciously pressed against his aching cock, trying to ease some of the pressure as he watched megumi kiss you deeper, hungrier.
he loved this. loved seeing you like this—flushed, wanted, desired. especially by megumi. his two favorite people.
when megumi finally pulled back for air, his lips were red and swollen and his breathing uneven. he stared at your mouth like he wanted to kiss you again immediately.
“megumi…” you whispered, dazed.
he didn’t answer with words. instead he leaned in and kissed you once more, slower this time but no less intense, like he was savoring the taste of you. his hand stayed possessively on your hip while the other gently held your face.
when megumi pulled away again, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment, eyes closed, breathing shakily. “…that was—” he began but couldn’t finish. you let out a soft, breathless laugh.
yuji could barely speak. all he managed was a weak, awed whisper: “holy shit…” his heart was pounding so hard he felt dizzy and his cock was aching, pressing painfully against his sweatpants.
“megumi…” yuji’s voice came out rough. “don’t stop.” both you and megumi turned to look at him. “touch her more. please. i want to see you touch her. like… between her legs. i keep thinking about it. i want to see you make her cum.”
both you and megumi froze for a second. but megumi hesitated only for a moment before his gaze darkened. without a word, he looked back at you, silently asking for permission. when you gave a small, breathless nod, he didn’t waste time.
he brought two fingers to his mouth, licking them slowly, coating them with saliva while keeping his eyes on you. then his hand slid down your stomach and pushed boldly into your shorts and panties. his long, slick fingers found your soaked folds and rubbed over your clit before pressing two fingers inside you.
you gasped, immediately clinging to his shoulders. megumi leaned in and kissed you again, swallowing every sound as his fingers began moving—slow at first, then deeper, curling just right inside your tight heat.
“mmh—!” you moaned into his mouth, panting against his lips as he fingered you right there in the kitchen. the wet sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy filled the small space.
yuji let out a needy groan at the sight. his hand shoved into his sweatpants, wrapping around his aching cock as he started stroking himself. his eyes were glued between your legs, watching the silhouette of megumi’s fingers disappear inside you again and again.
“fuck… that’s so hot,” yuji whispered. he pumped his cock faster, breathing heavily as he watched you whimper and squirm against megumi. “megumi… curl your fingers more. she likes it when you hit that spot.”
megumi obeyed without question, curling his fingers deeper, rubbing that sensitive spot inside you like he’d already done it a million times. you cried out into his mouth, thighs trembling as you clenched hard around his fingers.
yuji’s hand moved quicker on his own cock, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss as he watched his best friend finger his girlfriend right in front of him.
“good girl…” yuji murmured breathlessly, completely lost in the scene. “let him make you cum, baby. i want to see it so bad.”
you cried out into megumi’s mouth, thighs shaking violently as his fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you. the pressure built fast and overwhelming until you finally snapped.
“megumi—!” you moaned loudly, clenching hard around his fingers as your orgasm crashed through you. your hips jerked against his hand, pussy pulsing and gushing around his long digits while he kept stroking you through it, drawing out every last wave.
the moment your orgasm started to fade, megumi pulled his fingers out with a wet sound. before you could even catch your breath, he dropped to his knees right in front of you.
he yanked your shorts and panties down to your ankles. you barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on you, hot and eager. his tongue dragged slowly up your soaked folds before latching onto your sensitive clit.
“ah—! megumi— too much!” you whimpered, legs trembling as you gripped the counter for support.
but he didn’t stop. he sucked gently on your clit, then flicked his tongue rapidly over it, groaning against your pussy like he was addicted to your taste. the overstimulation hit you like electricity, making your hips twitch and jerk against his face. every stroke of his tongue sent sharp, overwhelming sparks through your body.
yuji was completely dizzy.
his hand was still wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking himself in shaky movements as he stared with wide, glassy eyes. the sight of his best friend on his knees, face buried between your thighs, licking and sucking on your oversensitive clit while you moaned and shook was almost too much for him to handle.
“fuck… megumi…” yuji breathed, voice hoarse and awed. his head felt light, cheeks burning crimson as he watched megumi devour you. “she’s so sensitive right now… look at her…”
megumi hummed against your clit in response, the vibration making you sob. he pressed his tongue flat against you, licking broad strokes before sucking on your clit again, completely lost in making you feel good.
yuji’s hand moved faster on his cock, breathing ragged as he watched your thighs tremble around megumi’s head. he looked completely drunk on the sight.
“you’re both so hot…” yuji whispered. “don’t stop, megumi… please don’t stop.”
then megumi pulled his mouth away from your dripping pussy. he rose to his feet, breathing heavily. without a word, he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. it slapped against his stomach, flushed and leaking. you barely had time to catch your breath before he stepped close again, lifting one of your legs around his waist.
“shh,” he whispered against your ear as he lined himself up.
then he pushed in.
a loud moan started to leave your lips as he stretched you open in one smooth thrust, but megumi quickly covered your mouth with his hand, muffling the sound. his palm pressed firmly against your lips while he sank deeper, burying himself to the hilt.
your eyes rolled back at the sudden fullness.
at the exact same moment, yuji let out a choked groan. the sight of megumi’s cock disappearing inside you was too much for him. his hand stuttered on his cock as his orgasm hit him like a freight train.
“f-fuck—!” yuji whimpered, thighs shaking as thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist and onto his stomach. he kept stroking himself through it, eyes glued to where megumi was buried deep inside you.
his vision started to blur. the edges of the kitchen grew hazy, like he was looking through fogged glass, but he could still see megumi’s hips snapping forward, burying his cock deep inside you with every thrust. he could see the way your body jolted, your tits bouncing, your mouth open against megumi’s palm as you moaned helplessly.
more and more cum leaked out around megumi’s cock with every deep stroke, dripping down your thighs in shiny streaks. the sound of it echoed in yuji’s ears—the obscene squelch of megumi’s cock sliding through your soaked, cum-filled pussy.
yuji was barely able to focus anymore. everything felt like a fever dream. the only thing he could see clearly was megumi’s thick cock plunging in and out of you, pushing his own cum deeper inside your body with every thrust. more white leaked out, sliding down your skin, dripping onto the kitchen floor.
his hand kept moving on his cock, slow and sloppy now, milking every last drop as he watched the scene in front of him like it was the only thing real anymore.
yuji was panting hard, chest heaving, completely lost in the sight of his best friend fucking his girlfriend while his own cum continued to spill uselessly over his fingers. he never wanted it to end.
but then everything shattered.
yuji’s eyes snapped open.
he was in his own bed, chest heaving, body covered in a thin layer of sweat. his heart was pounding violently as reality slowly sank in.
it had been another dream.
just a dream.
his cock was still twitching weakly, completely spent. he could feel the warm, sticky mess inside his boxers and sweatpants. he had cum hard in his sleep again. the front of his pants was soaked through.
yuji groaned softly, throwing one arm over his face. his cheeks burned as the images from the dream flashed through his mind: megumi’s hand over your mouth, the way you moaned against his palm, the wet sound of megumi thrusting into you…
“fuck…” he whispered to himself.
he lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling. the ache in his chest was back. his two favorite people. the thought of you two together made him feel so full and so filthy at the same time.
he slowly sat up, wincing at the cold, wet feeling in his pants. another ruined pair. this was becoming a problem.
he wondered if he would ever have the courage to tell you and megumi the truth. if he would ever stop just dreaming about it… and actually ask.
for now, he just sighed, peeling off his ruined sweatpants with a tired, embarrassed little smile. “this is getting ridiculous…” he muttered. but deep down, he already knew he’d probably dream about it again tomorrow.
ex! suguru geto x reader x ??! satoru gojo (partial choso kamo)
Feeling light and dizzy is all you felt after all the shots you took despite hating the taste and burn that comes with it. But you didn’t stop, not after stumbling over to a guy who looked like him. He was sitting in a wicker chair, leaning back with a glass in his hand.
“Hey, mind if I join?,” you say, leaning on the chair next to him.
“Sure pretty, come ‘ere,” he says, gesturing for you. You let out a small giggle and walk towards him. You sit in his lap and his arm wraps around you. “I'm Choso, what's your name?”
You tell him your name and he hums, “Very cute name,” he smiles and leans towards you.
Whispering things you can’t recall anymore. He kisses your neck as you lean outward for him to get more access. At some point he must’ve placed his glass down because his other hand comes to grab the other side of your face and slowly moves it as he starts kissing up towards your lips.
You let him kiss you and you enjoy it. He’s wearing the same cologne as him and his lip ring is in the same spot. While kissing you, he holds you closer, The kiss is long lasting and that night you ended up in his bed.
You politely asked him, that night “Can I call you his name?”
A couple days later you were back out in bars, drinking too much to handle. You found no look-a-likes so far so you headed for the next place.
Stumbling past people and finding the next place. When you walked in, you took a seat and ordered another drink. Sipping as you looked around, watching people come and go until you went too. Ordering a ride home as you leaned against the bar wall. Eyes closing as you picture him.
Once your ride arrived, the seatbelt smelled like him. So you watched the gps show the longer route home and let it be. Screw the cost, if you got to just imagine he was sitting here with you for a while, it was worth the money.
You walked into the library to look for a look-a-like there, stupid place to look, you know. But you also needed a scantron for an exam. You walked over to the service desk and the guy working had long hair and a similar style. He had a broken arm wrapped in a purple cast.
“Hey, can I get a scantron?,” you asked him as he glanced up. He stared for a moment as you looked at him over. He grabbed the scantrons from behind him and wrote something on one and handed you the other.
You went to walk away but stopped, turning back towards him. Before you can fully open your mouth to ask, he pushes a scantron towards you.
“No you can’t call me by his name”, was written out.
That day, you drank more than ever.
Night time walks were a habit now since you couldn’t become any bar regulars or it’d actually show you’re unwell. You head towards back alleys of businesses until you turn towards a main street. Walking with your head down, music lightly playing in your headphones. While thinking, the only thought is him. You glance up and see someone on the phone in the front of a store at the corner. The closer you get, the more you realize who it is.
He’s nothing like him, but exactly what you needed, right?
He stands tall and proud of himself as always. He glances in your direction as he hears you approach. He smiles towards you as he says bye to whoever he was talking to.
“Hey! It’s been a while hasn't it?” Gojo says as you smile back. You approach as he reaches out to hug you. “I miss having you around,” he says sincerely.
“I miss being around,” you say quietly, hugging him back. You pull away and glance up at him. He sighs deeply and throws his head back.
“You know there's rumors going around that you ask people if you can call them “him”, he smiles to himself and looks back down.
“Oh..” You falter, pulling away lightly but he grabs your arm before you can be free from his grasp.
“You know, I admired you from afar while you were with him, hell, even before him. But..if you allow me to kiss you - fuck, I'm really not supposed to but I’ll let you call me by his name,” Satoru pleads for you. “I know I'm nothing like him, nothing like what you look for when you go out and drink until you almost pass out. But please-”.
You kiss him hard before you can finish. His lips are soft and taste like strawberry candy. His arms wrap around you as the kiss deepens. Pulling you close, his lips part as you roam. Feeling a piercing on his tongue.
He pulls away and breathes, “Go ahead”. He leans back still holding you.
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You are just an author wanting to put your writing out there and carry on with your life, but when two people end up murdered, things you write about seem to be more real than just pure fiction.
Suguru Geto x Fem!reader / Detective!Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader (Kinda)
Cast - Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Ino Takuma, Ieiri Shoko, Nanami Kento, Higuruma Hiromi, Fushiguro Toji, Tsukumo Yuki, Kong Shiu, Ijichi Kiyotaka, Nitta Akari, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Minor side characters
Tags - Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Yandere Getou Suguru, Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Established Relationship, Pleasure Dom, Codependency, Murder, Torture, Cunnilingus, Orgasm Control, Multiple Orgasms, Minor Original Character(s), psychiatry, Medication, Power Imbalance, Vaginal Fingering, Disembowelment, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Rimming, Praise Kink, Grinding, Dry Humping, thigh riding, Aftercare, Hunting, Guns, Perceived infidelity, Body Horror, Smoking, Vaginal Sex, Misogyny, Public Stimulation, one sided sexual tension, Invasion of Privacy, Strangulation, Reader-Insert, Serious Satoru Gojo, Edging, Obsession, Accidental Voyeurism, Angst, Questions masculinity, Knives, Solo male masturbation, Is it one sided sexual tension now?, Thoughts of death, thoughts of dying, Thoughts of Suicide, Mild BDSM, Therapy.
Credit to - @404UND_ Twitter ☆ (Geto - if anyone knows the acc please let me know, this is all I could find to give credit to the artist) - @maronjapan9a (Satoru)
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DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).
The oc side characters and advanced plot is my own work. A gift for @vampir-queen and original idea for this fic is their's. Cross posted from my AO3
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your baby’s first word came as a complete, delightful surprise for both satoru and you. what happened was...
your cat, lady purrshia’s pregnancy was going smoothly, but satoru was anything but calm. he treated her like a delicate porcelain queen, guiding her carefully around the house, adjusting pillows for her naps, even whispering when he thought she was sleeping. and every night, once the house had quieted down, he’d crawl into bed, rant in a hushed voice about the “betrayal” of his daughter getting knocked up by some faceless cat, before finally collapsing against your chest, face buried in your bosom like a sulky child. it was ridiculous…and very, very cute.
but the most confused one in the household wasn’t satoru, it was your baby.
your little boy couldn’t understand why his hyperactive best friend suddenly had no energy for him. lady purrsia, once his partner in chaos, now slept most of the day. she didn’t react when he tugged at her tail, and when he tried to climb onto her back to show off his new toy, satoru swooped in with a panicked yelp, pulling him away as if disaster was imminent. the poor thing couldn’t make sense of it.
and so your cheerful, giggly baby turned cranky and emotional. instead of laughing, he whined. instead of playing, he clung. your once sunshine boy had become a bundle of frustration.
“is he asleep?” you whispered at two in the morning, watching the rise and fall of your son’s chest. his cheeks were still blotchy from crying.
“yeah,” satoru sighed, running a tired hand through his hair. “i don’t get it. he’s always laughing, always so joyful, and now-” he gestured helplessly. “this.”
you gave him a small smile. “maybe it’s not so complicated, satoru. think about it. he’s your child, your baby, and right now he’s not getting the attention of the one person he loves most.”
satoru frowned, blinking. “…me?”
you chuckled softly. “no, dummy. purrshie.”
the realization dawned on his face, and he groaned dramatically, flopping onto the bed beside you. together, you lay in the quiet, both silently wondering how in the world you were supposed to explain pregnancy to an eleven month old.
you and satoru had been whispering about it for days. maybe you should try gently explaining, maybe wait until the kittens arrived, maybe google it or something. nothing seemed like the right answer. but before either of you could settle on a plan, your baby made one of his own.
he woke up early that morning, earlier than his usual time, standing in his crib with tiny fists gripping the railing, pout already set on his face. his eyes were bright with determination, as if he had a mission. satoru scooped him up, changed his diaper, and you fed him breakfast, both of you thinking maybe he had finally moved on from purrshie’s cold shoulder. maybe the storm was passing.
but oh, how wrong you were.
the moment his little tummy was full, he hurried, wobbling on unsteady legs as fast as they would take him straight to purrshie. he plopped down in front of her, eyes wide, smile hopeful. first, he reached out and tapped her tail. no response. then he clapped his hands the way he always did when he wanted her to chase him. still nothing. he even offered her one of his blocks, holding it up with both hands as if it were a precious gift. purrshie simply blinked, rolled onto her side, and went back to her nap.
your baby’s face crumpled.
with a tiny huff, he toddled back toward satoru and climbed onto his lap, sulking. satoru kissed the top of his head, murmuring, “i know, buddy… it hurts, huh?” his voice cracked just a little, and you swore you saw his eyes shine.
then, just when you thought your son had given up, he spotted it-the little toy mouse he and purrshie used to chase around the living room together. his whole expression lit up. with renewed determination, he scrambled off satoru’s lap and wobbled toward it, tiny arms outstretched, legs unsteady but brave.
“wait, baby! slow down-” you called, but it was too late.
he tripped.
your heart jumped into your throat, and satoru shot up in panic. but before either of you could reach him, your baby pushed himself back onto his feet, wobbling, tears brimming, clutching the toy mouse in his little fist.
then came the sound that froze you both in place.
“puh…sha.”
his first word. not mama. not papa. his very first proper word.
you gasped, hands flying to your mouth. satoru looked like the world had collapsed and restarted in the same second, wide eyes, open mouth, completely undone.
and as if she understood, purrshie finally moved. she padded over with slow, deliberate steps, brushing her soft head against your son’s tiny shoulder. he squealed through his tears, dropping the mouse so he could throw both arms around her neck. she curled into him, purring deep and steady, as if forgiving him for not understanding sooner.
the sight broke something in you. tears welled up, spilling hot down your cheeks. “oh, baby…” you whispered, voice trembling.
satoru crouched beside them, pressing a shaking hand over his mouth. “he… he said her name. he really said her name…” his voice cracked, and when you touched his arm, you realized he was actually crying.
you knelt down too, wrapping both your boys and your stubborn cat into your arms. satoru’s hand found yours, squeezing tight as his forehead pressed against your temple
“we don’t have to rush it,” you whispered softly. “he’ll understand in time. and until then…”
satoru let out a shaky laugh, his lips brushing your hair. “until then, we just let him believe the world is simple. that his best friend is always here for him.”
you smiled through your tears. “because she is.”
he turned to look at you then, eyes soft in a way that made your chest ache. “you know something?” he murmured, voice low, meant only for you. “you’re still my first word. my only word.”
your breath caught, warmth rushing to your cheeks. “satoru…”
and then, of course, he ruined it with a grin. “which is why it’s kind of offensive that my own kid’s first word is the cat. like, hello? what about saying father?”
you laughed through your tears, swatting at his chest. “oh, tragic.”
“yeah, tragic,” he huffed dramatically, pulling you closer anyway. “but if you keep saying my name first, i guess i’ll survive.”
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