#somalinimo

0.4k words, purely fluff

you’ve been dating gojo for over a year now and a lot has changed. some changes are subtle like the extra toothbrush in your bathroom, and some are obvious as waking up to the weight of a 6 foot 3 man holding you tight.

but one thing never changed. your love for his eyes.

the pools of cerulean blue that made your heart warm no matter if they were lit up in excitement or dull from the aftermath of his grueling missions.

his eyes being so beautiful is what made you so shocked finding out he is partially colorblind.

“doo-ter-uh-noh-pee-uh?” you tested the word out on your lips

“yes, i’m surprised you don’t know about this, could’ve sworn i told you” he says with genuine confusion from your startled reaction

“you say that about a lot of things,” rolling your eyes half-jokingly “but what does that even mean? like what colors can you not see?”

“well, i have trouble seeing shades of red/pink and also-

“YOU CAN’T SEE PINK?” your voice coming off a lot louder than what you both expected. “there’s no way. everything i own is pink. my toothbrush, my pillowcases, hell even that dress that you like is pink. you’re telling me none of it registers to you as pink?”

“no, as much as i want to and trust me i really want to, i can’t get myself to see it.” his eyebrows furrowed not in irritation, but genuine frustration. it bothered him that the color that meant the second most to you (after the color of his eyes) was one he would never get to perceive the way you do.

“hey..” his tone reluctant and his hands fiddling with each other “i know this is kind of ridiculous to ask, but can you try to make me understand what pink is? or on second thought maybe-“

you cut him off by bringing your legs around his lap, straddling him while diminishing all space between you two.

he immediately blushes. his mouth slightly agape and his eyes widened. he is about to ask what you’re doing when you grab his hand and press it on his cheek.

“you feel this? the warmth? this is what pink is like. it’s like the blush on your cheeks, the tingling you feel when you’re excited” you continue as you place your lips on his “or the softness of your kisses”

“pink is the color that paints my love for you satoru. your deep blue eyes, snowy hair, and pale skin will forever be engrained into my heart, but it’s the hues of fuchsia and rose that remind me of what it’s like to start my days next you and end them in your embrace.”

satoru looks at you with nothing but admiration. he pulls you even closer, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other strokes your hair gently.

“then even if i cant see it, i will make sure that you do. always.”

a/n: it’s been 2-3 months since i’ve wrote anything and i’m still very much a beginner so if this sucks idek 💔💔

“have a wonderful night!”

as you and geto left the restaurant you were both immediately hit with the freezing winds of a late night in january. you immediately tense up from the shock, only to soon feel the warmth of geto’s leather jacket being placed on you, practically swallowing you whole from how big it was on you.

“fuck, the weather app said it wouldn’t even go below 10 degrees tonight.” he let out an annoyed tch

you can’t help but laugh seeing his irritated expression. as his girlfriend geto was always determined to go all out for you. he considers it a miracle that he even has such a beautiful woman like you who looks at him so lovingly, treating you like a princess is what he sees as the bare minimum.

“its okay baby, let’s just hurry up and get home” you tugged on his elbow as you both started speedwalking through the parking lot. when you finally get to the car, geto immediately starts searching his pockets to find where he put the key. as he’s doing so, you were rubbing your hands back and forth, trying to get any feeling of warmth.

then you felt it.

a little snowflake had landed on your nose. you look to geto to see some had fallen on the top of his silky hair, clearly going unnoticed by him.

the first snow of the year.

“suguru, look”

he immediately lifts up his head to follow your gaze up at the sky, you hear a slight gasp come out of his mouth.

you turn to face him and lift your arm to lightly stroke his hair, “you didn’t even feel the snowflakes at all” you nearly whispered the words, followed by a soft giggle.

geto leaned into your embrace with ease. “yeah,” he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “i guess i didn’t.”

while looking back up to the sky you began to think out loud. “you know, and maybe this makes me sound like a little kid, but i’ve always wanted to experience the first snow with my lover. something about it is just…romantic.”

geto made an understanding hmmmm.

“i guess i never thought of the first snow that way. all of the previous ones i can only faintly remember because i was on trips.” he turns to look at you and interlocks his hands with yours.

“but if part of loving you means doing this together, then i’ll look forward to it every year. until my hair becomes as light as the snow.”

the only noise coming from you and sugurus apartment was the pattering of the shower. scaldingly hot water that fogged up every surface ran down your whole body and reddening your skin. but the only water you could feel was the drip of your tears on your cheeks.

you have no idea what has come over you but these past few weeks all you have felt is pure disgust. you feel it in the twist of your stomach as you look in the mirror, in the lifelessness of your body when being intimate with geto, who you even asked to start having the lights turned off during sex. he was thrown off by the request but just assumed you were tired from your grueling work schedule.

and it’s true. you were tired. tired of no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself things were getting better, it somehow all came crashing down again. you’ve forced yourself to get up so many times but your soul ached. ached for you to give up, to lie down and put your suffering to rest. you sat down on the shower floor, bringing your knees to your chest and putting your head down as you continued to sob.

as you were lost in thought, you didn’t even notice the sound of suguru fumbling with his keys before entering the apartment.

“honey i’m hoooome” he let out in a sing-songy tone, but to no response. as he began to walk over to your shared bedroom he heard the shower and something else that was faint. he pressed an ear to the door and finally distinguished that it was the sound of you crying. immediately panic entered his bloodstream as he nearly pushed the door off of its hinges. he turned to the shower and saw what he could only describe as a shadow of you. because he saw the basic features—your frame, your soaked hair plastered on your back, your hands that were gripping on to your knees.

but he couldn’t see you. your bright smile that always put one of his own on his lips. your eyes that shined brighter than the night sky whenever you saw him. where did it all go?

he gently slid open the shower door, turned off the water and carefully sat next to you. “baby,” he couldn’t even let out one word without his voice cracking “baby, what’s wrong? please look at me, tell me what’s wrong i swear ill fix it”

“you cant geto.” the words chipped at his heart. when was the last time she called me geto?

“what do you mean i can’t? of course i-“

“because the problem is me geto. and no matter how much you can fix it, you can’t. because i’ve tried to fix myself over and over with no success. so i don’t see how you possibly could. what can you possibly do that will stop the nausea that i feel just looking at myself. how sorry i feel for every person around me who has to see the absolute mess i-“

“i don’t need you to be sorry [your name]. i never fucking did.” the rise in his voice finally got you to pick up your head and look at him, meeting his eyes and seeing anger and..betrayal?

“why should you be sorry for me? i’m the one who chose to love you. i’m the one who wants to wake up every morning next to you. the one who wants to give you everything you could ever ask for because you yourself are more than what i could ever ask for.”

his tone softens as he pulls you in for a hug. “if being with you, loving you, is an offense, then i will choose to be the victim every time.”

your heart was overflowing with warmth. suguru saw the ugliest parts of you, the ones you couldn’t even bare. and yet here he is, staying with you through it all. you couldn’t help but accept his embrace and pull him even closer.

“then i guess i will always make myself the perpetrator for having you love me.”