gojo was talking about his day while you chopped stuff for dinner and smacking his hand whenever he tried to taste something, he said he would help you cook but as a good gold retriever he just stand on the kitchen walking around, trying to eat and demanding attention.
megumi entered the kitchen, right after he left the shower, hair wet and sticking to his forehead.
you looked over your shoulder and the sight made your heart give one strong beat and stop.
just behind you was the man that almost took your life and satoruâs all those years ago. the man who shot a little girl. the man who made your best friend abandon question everything and eventually defect.
one heartbeatâŚ
two heartbeatsâŚ
âgrossâ megumi murmured then left the kitchen.
you didnât realize what happened until he spoke. satoru was behind you, arms strongly tightened around your figure.
from megumiâs point of view it mustâve seemed he was hugging you.
what he couldnât see was satoruâs tight grip on your hand that held the knife you were using for food with a new, darker, intention.
âeasyâ he whispered, helping you put the weapon down. when you came back to your senses you gasped and dropped the knife that fell loudly on the sink.
âfuckâoh my god satoru, i donât know what came over meâ you hugged yourself, feeling the scar on your chest throb.
your husband softened his grip, now properly hugging you, âdo you think he noticed?â you could feel satoru slightly shaking.
âno, i covered youâ you turned to hug him back, kissing the small scar on his forehead, âsomeday weâre gonna have toââ
âi knowâ you cut before he could say the inevitable, the scene that haunts you in your dreams, âjust not now. we are happy nowâ his eyes were dark, unlike the crystal blue you always saw.
you kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly. you knew the truth weighted on satoruâs shoulder even more than on yours.
âweâre happy⌠nowâ he mumbled on your neck, repeating what you said like a mantra.
















