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The music from the party blared throughout the frat house, bodies danced together, and empty liquor bottles littered every table.
You should be out enjoying yourself on the dance floor, instead, you’re in the kitchen trying to avoid a certain white haired frat boy.
“Hey, sweets, long time no see.”
His voice made you jump, nearly spilling the drink that you were nursing. “Jeez, Satoru, don’t sneak up on me like that,” you turned to face him, in all his backwards baseball cap and white vest glory.
The man shrugged, “Can’t help it, missed my favourite girl.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Satoru, we aren’t even dating.”
Yawning dramatically, he slung an arm over your shoulder, “Blah blah! You know you want all this.” As if to prove a point, he began to wiggle his hips in what can only be described as a feeble attempt to ‘woo’ you.
A soft chuckle escaped you at his movements, “What the hell are you doing?” Satoru stopped in his tracks, deadpanning, “Showing you what you’re missing out on, babe.”
You laughed harder at his serious expression, going as far as doubling over. Satoru huffed in mock offence, “Alright, it’s not that funny.”
The music rung through the kitchen as he began to pour himself something that was probably mostly sugar.
“Y’know…” he drawled, “There’s a courthouse about ten minutes away.”
You cocked a brow, “And..?”
“And…” he mimicked, “Don’t you think we should like, get married or something?”
You nearly choked on your own spit, “Satoru — ?” He interjected, “Come on, we’ve been practically seeing each other for months now, and you kissed me that one time!”
“That was because you’re unfairly pretty,” you muttered — mostly to yourself.
He moved closer, intertwining his hand with yours, “I’d be a good husband, I promise.” You shook your head, trying to pry your hand away from his, “Satoru, you’re insane. You can’t even blame this on being drunk, you don’t even drink!”
In one swift motion he fell to his knees, “Please?” He whined, clasping both hands together. Groaning, you tried to hoist him up, “Don’t do this here, idiot.”
But he just doubled down, bowing his head and pleading.
“Please! Just one chance? Marry me?”
“Satoru, you don’t even have a ring!”
The white haired man smirked at this, “That wasn’t a no?” You smacked him upside the head, “Of course it was a no!”
The two of you went back and forth for what felt like hours when you finally snapped. “Okay! I’ll make you a deal. Take me on at least three dates then we can talk about dating — happy?”
Satoru pouted, reluctantly getting up from his place on the floor, “I guess it’s something. Three dates and then marriage?”
“No!”
He put his fingers to his chin, stroking an invisible beard before snapping his fingers, “Oh! I got it, the third date is the marriage.”
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Keep this up and you won’t even get a first date.”
You turned to leave but he quickly spoke, “Fiancé says what?”
Your fingers dance over the large, pale ‘X’ that stretches across Suguru’s chest. He glances at you, watching the way you carefully trace your fingers over the surface of the scar, worried you may hurt him.
“I’m not made of glass, you know,” he chuckles, large hand coming to rest on the back of your head as if to cradle it as you stare at his scar in what he hopes to be awe. You roll your eyes, moving to press your lips against his scar.
Suguru’s breath hitches; his eyes stay focused on your lips as they slowly pull away from his chest. Your thumb moves to caress the healed tissue while you tilt your head to look up at him, “You’re so brave, y’know that?”
Your words ring in his ears. Brave.
“You’re delusional.” He quips back, a smirk creeping onto his face to hide the subtle shame bubbling beneath his skin.
“I’m serious,” you continue, “You’ve been through so much, Sugu, you’re the bravest person I know.” Suguru rolls his eyes, ignoring the way his lip trembles as he replies, “Yeah, yeah, just go to sleep.”
You nuzzle closer into his side, “You were a child up against a grown man, Sugu. No one blames you.” You said it so casually, as if it were a known fact, but to Suguru? It was as if he were hearing those words for the first time.
“I know that.”
“Do you?” You lifted your head, raising a brow at him. He pushed your face away with a sigh, “Just go back to what you were doing. It felt nice.”
You hummed, thumb soothing over his scar once more. “It kind of makes you look hot — hotter, I mean, like a warrior or something.” You mumbled, eyes already fluttering shut.
Suguru hummed, “Yeah?” hand moving to soothe over your back as he lulled you to sleep.
You replied sleepily, “Yeah. It reminds me to be thankful for you — I mean, I always am — but thankful that you survived the that day and all the days after.”
The room eventually fell silent, aside from your rhythmic breathing as sleep claimed you. His hand stilled on your back as stared at the top of your head, feeling your chest rise and fall with every breath.
Thankful.
You were thankful for him.
For years, Suguru had seen that scar as a tarnish, it had been an ugly reminder of how weak he had been — how he had failed her.
But you looked at it from a different perspective.
You saw it as him overcoming everything that had been thrown at him. You didn't see that weak version of himself he sees, no, you saw someone who was brave enough to continue on even after what he went through.
His hand brushed absentmindedly over the scar. He pressed his lips to your hairline and muttered, “You’re unbelievable,” and a smile etched it's way onto his face.
You were still curled up next to him, shifting in your sleep. Suguru pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
And for the first time in what felt like years, Suguru felt the weight of his grief lessen.
every inch of skin, every muscle, every crevice — all of them, littered with scars. some are smaller than others, while others stretch along the expansive of his body. he's not the same pretty man you fell in love with, far from it.
...so why?
you're tracing a finger on the ones along his stomach, eyes half lidded and almost in... is that awe? your lips are slanted upwards, tilted up in that soft lazy smile you get when the two of you lay under the covers, tucked away in the privacy of his room. only this time, you're even more affectionate, nuzzling into him.
"crazy girl," satoru mumbles softly, peeking at you through snowy bottom lashes. you rest the tip of your chin on his chest, nuzzling into his warm skin. "you really like 'em that much?" and for the first time, there's a hint of self deprecation that follows gojo satoru's words, accompanied with a throaty chuckle.
"how could i not?" your eyes shine. you rest your lips on his chin, trailing up the scars with your lips, smiling as you meet his glassy gaze with your own, "y'came back to me, toru." your voice breaks, but nonetheless, you keep on smiling. "they show me just how strong you are."
"the strongest?"
your nose brushes his as your lips brush one another. "the strongest."
every inch of skin, every muscle, every crevice — all of them, littered with scars. some are smaller than others, while others stretch along the expansive of his body. he's not the same pretty man you fell in love with, far from it.
...so why?
you're tracing a finger on the ones along his stomach, eyes half lidded and almost in... is that awe? your lips are slanted upwards, tilted up in that soft lazy smile you get when the two of you lay under the covers, tucked away in the privacy of his room. only this time, you're even more affectionate, nuzzling into him.
"crazy girl," satoru mumbles softly, peeking at you through snowy bottom lashes. you rest the tip of your chin on his chest, nuzzling into his warm skin. "you really like 'em that much?" and for the first time, there's a hint of self deprecation that follows gojo satoru's words, accompanied with a throaty chuckle.
"how could i not?" your eyes shine. you rest your lips on his chin, trailing up the scars with your lips, smiling as you meet his glassy gaze with your own, "y'came back to me, toru." your voice breaks, but nonetheless, you keep on smiling. "they show me just how strong you are."
"the strongest?"
your nose brushes his as your lips brush one another. "the strongest."
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"ken!" you chew on your bottom lip, eyeing him through your lashes, giggles slipping past as the blonde crushes you to his chest. "y'won't hurt me!"
"honey, you don't know that."
"i do," you huff. sitting up on his lap, a lock of hair falling in your face as you both laugh, though his is much lower, deeper. his large fingers brush away the strand, and it's wonderful how they are capable of such gentleness, and incapable of otherwise.
the look in his eyes is impossibly soft, sweet as he sits up to meet your lips halfway, skin smushed together in the morning light, bathing the two of you in such an intimate atmosphere.
"i could never think of doing that to you," he begins, forehead pressed to yours as his brown ones gaze into yours — you feel so seen with nanami, you don't even have to ask. "sweetheart, i would rip myself apart before ever thinking of doing that to you, die before marring your pretty skin. you're my person, my everything."
his eyes crinkle, as he breathes, "you deserve to be cherished." an when you bring his hand up to your neck, he holds it so lovingly, grip never tightening. "adored." kisses to both your cheeks. "loved beyond measure."
a last one on your lips.
"i want to give all of it to you myself, so selfishly." he breathes, hands gripping your cheeks. "would you let me?"
you helplessly smile, crumble under his heart that's offered to you and you only. "how could i not? 'm the luckiest in the world to have you."
he only smiles at that, brings your joined hands to your lips. suddenly, you feel just like the person he sees you are, floating on top of the world.
the first sight that greets you when you wake isn't bad. not at all.
hiromi stands in just his slacks, his upper body and corded muscles entirely on display for your eyes to feast on. you can tell from his shuffles that he tries and fails to make the movements of his large body as quiet as possible.
you can't surpress the quiet giggle that you let loose.
he turns around, then sighs, his tired eyes softening as they land on your own as he rounds the bed to your side, "darling, i'm sorry, did i wake you up?"
you smile fondly. "not at all, 'romi." leaning into the forehead kiss he plants, those hands you adore cupping the back of your head in contrast to the sterness he exudes in courtrooms.
his eyes search your face, sucking in a breath in astonishment.
"you know," you start, hands raking through his black locks to mess up his hair. "i kinda like this look on you, less professional," you kiss his jaw, "more like my husband." it's true; you could die to experience these moments.
hiromi blinks. "more than my suit and tie?"
you hum, buttoning up the white shirt he shrugged on in his haste. "even more than your suit n' tie." you smile, and it happens so suddenly, when he grabs your jaw so firmly yet tenderly to bring you into the softest of kisses.
it turns heated, molding your bodies together as you both drink each other, so utterly starved like the two of you haven't done this a million of times before.
you finally pull apart, breathing heavily as you stare into those dark eyes with that glimmer that resembles a constellation of stars you could stare into for days.
breathing, you lean in, a hand splayed on his chest. "so, should i make us breakfast?"
silence. you don't need to stare to know, your husband has a sheepish expression on his face.
"hiromi!" you swat at his arm, whining against his chest.
this time, the man could only beam, edges of his sharp face gentled by the love for you that consumes his being.
"ken!" you chew on your bottom lip, eyeing him through your lashes, giggles slipping past as the blonde crushes you to his chest. "y'won't hurt me!"
"honey, you don't know that."
"i do," you huff. sitting up on his lap, a lock of hair falling in your face as you both laugh, though his is much lower, deeper. his large fingers brush away the strand, and it's wonderful how they are capable of such gentleness, and incapable of otherwise.
the look in his eyes is impossibly soft, sweet as he sits up to meet your lips halfway, skin smushed together in the morning light, bathing the two of you in such an intimate atmosphere.
"i could never think of doing that to you," he begins, forehead pressed to yours as his brown ones gaze into yours — you feel so seen with nanami, you don't even have to ask. "sweetheart, i would rip myself apart before ever thinking of doing that to you, die before marring your pretty skin. you're my person, my everything."
his eyes crinkle, as he breathes, "you deserve to be cherished." an when you bring his hand up to your neck, he holds it so lovingly, grip never tightening. "adored." kisses to both your cheeks. "loved beyond measure."
a last one on your lips.
"i want to give all of it to you myself, so selfishly." he breathes, hands gripping your cheeks. "would you let me?"
you helplessly smile, crumble under his heart that's offered to you and you only. "how could i not? 'm the luckiest in the world to have you."
he only smiles at that, brings your joined hands to your lips. suddenly, you feel just like the person he sees you are, floating on top of the world.
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