#getouh

sun shining on your face

you're encouraging, brave in your kindness, and intentional about bringing healing to all those you love. your warmth is obvious, but commonly misunderstood. at first glance, people may take your positivity as naivety; it is the opposite. you have seen the cruelty of this world, and that's why you choose to be recklessly warm. you find comfort in nature and love random acts of kindness. you probably remember one specific stranger really well, even though you never saw them again. but they gave you a bit of warmth that you carry with you everywhere you go. i hope you know you are that stranger for others. the kindness you give out is helping others be kind in ways you may never see. i see you, and i'm proud of you. i hope you're proud of yourself too.

♡ munday meme ♡

10. Would you be friends with your muse if they were real?

oh hell yeah, i would be. or at least i would try to be. i honestly think he would find me annoying af but if i'm gonna be honest here, i wouldn't care. he would be my friend and we'd get ice cream!

12. Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back?

matt murdock. writing daredevil was a whole ass new level for me. to describe things without sight? it was a helluva challenge but i loved it. matt's character alone was just interesting to write. aside from the heightened senses which was like i said, fun to describe, there were traumas that i had to try and understand in order for me to really feel like i understood matt murdock. but yeah, i would love to write him again one day.

13. What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know?

so a personal headcanon of mine for nanami is that he can speak danish fluently. he learned to speak it because of his maternal grandfather. it was just something cute for him to do with his grandpa. that and he is really good a making traditional danish dishes as well, but he hardly ever makes them.

24. What about your muse are you most proud of?

memories of their teenage years where he could sense the stress off suguru's face & his own calm demeanor with a group of girls fawning over them. love letters & chocolates were in abundance as they were both popular for their looks even if suguru would politely play it off. they were no longer in bodies that hadn't grown into their own, wiser by the years, & bathed in the stresses of their own work; they had seen it all. ❛should i confess to you again? wouldn't that be romantic?❜ he's teasing as he leans his head against the other on their train ride . today suguru had been insistent on paying for him, so he doesn't argue & let him.

this time he leans in closer blocking him from the view of the passing landscape as he kisses his cheek. he was never one for the conservative nature of their society. he would lay his love out there like seashells washing up ashore for someone special to pick up. there was one, he had picked him up, a wonder to be cherished. satoru keep a tight grip on his present since he wanted suguru to wait to open it. he breaks away, eager in the way that kids get excited for their christmas presents. ❛how many more stops ? ❜

satoru takes the moment to grab his phone take a snap at his picture before posting it. public figure or not, he supposes he's been trying to blend more into society. ❛i'm not worried, just so you know. today is meant to be with you.❜

DISTRACTIONS were always a welcome tactic in battle & birthday celebrations. he had given suguru his undivided attention in the morning deciding to wake him up with the surprise of birthday kiss that turned into tangled limbs & breathy moans. there were a slew of i love yous before satoru decided to let shoko take him off his hands for lunch. it was a diversion as he finished the final touches at the restaurant he had reserved, satoru was able to convince the owner to section off a part of the rooftop for just the two of them.

a text is swiftly sent with ease about the location of their private dinner: rooftop bar at andaz tokyo. in his hand were three bags: his birthday present ( containing a new bottle of his favorite hair oil, a dior card holder since suguru's wallet was giving him anxiety, & a dior black zip hoodie ), the black sesame chiffon cake from their bakery, & his own bag. he watches as someone presses the button for him & he enters.

there's moments when his nerves get him, his heart is racing since there's anticipation for how suguru would react. satoru would have opted for a night in, but he's fond of grander gestures, & he wants to show off suguru on his instagram page without a second thought. the elevator ride dings as he reaches his floor & he makes his way to the hostess. he gives his name curtly before following through the reserved section for them. there is a skyline & a view of tokyo bay at the distant. as tempting as having tokyo tower was satoru opted to be different.

he sits down, his own outfit a montone black with a turtleneck, trenchcoat, & a pair of black pants. satoru loved being dressed to impress along with his pair of prada loafers that pop up with the triangle insignia. he preferred subtleties & he was sure suguru would approve of a private night out. satoru hums in anticipation, a cheery timbre to his voice as he waits.

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gojo: suuuuuuuguruuuuuuuu ♥ gojo: i'm waiting for you. gojo: hope being with shoko was okay. gojo: now it's just you and me. gojo: don't keep me waiting too long. gojo: 🥺🥺🥺

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