WAVE2SATORU

the door to your dorm swings open like it always does. there’s no knock or no warning—just him.

“hey!!” he yells dramatically.

you’re curled up in your bed, a blanket wrapped tight around you. your eyes are open, but there’s nothing behind them—just that blank, distant look you get when you’ve been sitting in your head for too long.

usually satoru bursting in meant you’d start groaning and complaining—telling him to get out, calling him annoying, shoving him off before he even got the chance to touch you.

he’s your friend.

your really annoying friend.

there’s never been a time where he wasn’t too loud or too close. he’s always pushing and trying to get a reaction out of you because you always give him one.

but this time you don’t give him anything. you just look at him with a dull expression.

that makes him pause.

“hmph. all comfy without me?” he says anyway, trying to lighten the atmosphere to get you to say something.

instead, you blink at him slowly. “mhm.”

that’s not true. you’re not really comfy.

and he can tell. of course he can.

his expression shifts—just a little—before he pushes the door shut behind him and walks over like he always does, as if nothing’s different and you’re not looking at him like that.

the bed dips as he climbs on without asking.

“move,” you mumble, because that’s what you’re supposed to say.

“no,” he replies, just as automatic. though maybe softer if you squint.

The Strongest is desperate to feel all of you.

You both started dating just recently. Within that relationship, you knew very well that you wouldn't be spending much time with him because of his busy schedule and with his sleep coming at 3 hours per day. Though, you and Satoru had made sure to somehow sneak yourselves in either of your missions with every single opportunity you both had despite being a grade lower than him.

Even with trying to slither in more time to hang-out together, which - according to Satoru - was still barely, the level of neediness sky-rocketed for the both of you, especially for him.

So, throughout the day, with every chance the Six Eyes got, he'd pull you to a secluded area, pin you against the wall - his hands wrapping around each inch of your body - practically merging you with his, and hungrily smashing his lips with yours, desperate and messy.

But to add a cherry on top, whenever his lips was on yours, he'd pull his blindfold down - overstimulation be damned - with those piercing bright blue eyes burning through yours (which were obviously closed,) like he was trying to pry them open with his irises. He loved the feeling of you everywhere, reaching every nook n' cranny inside his brain.

You felt the intense gaze of the Six eyes, of course you did. You never once opened your eyes every time you both made out - because, theoretically looking at those eyes with that proximity is like looking purposely at a flashlight, and you'd feel the even greater weight of his gaze like six Satorus' were looking at you all at the same time with barely any space between you seven.

Until now.

"Need you." he murmurs in your ear, quickly pulling you inside his office, locking it swiftly behind him. He pushes you against the bookshelf, a few books falling in suit from the force. You swear you heard him let out a low whine as he pulls your face towards his, both of your lips connecting like magnets as he forces his tongue inside your mouth.

Like its almost routine, he pulls his blindfold down, white hair flowing down as his eyes lock towards your eyelids - he lets out a desperate whine, overloading his senses with you.

But to his surprise, you break routine.

Opening your eyes out of curiosity, testing out your theory if whether or not you'd be blinded. Turns out, your theory was wrong, for now.. your eyes are stuck in a daze at his - his eyes widen, groaning at the sensation of your eyes as he presses his body against yours with more force, (?) sort of humping you.

Your lips can't keep up with his as he absolutely devours your mouth, his lips moving desperately more than ever. His hand slides down to hold yours, keeping your eyes locked on him.

He steals the air in your lungs - and with that - you tap on his shoulder to tell him you can no longer hold your breath. He sadly pulls apart, both of you heaving as you catch your breaths, forehead resting on yours.

After a minute, he lifts your held hands towards his face, changing the position of your fingers so your palm would be open, he makes you hold his cheek - his blue, doe eyes gazing up at you, white brows furrowed with his cheeks turning a harsher shade of pink, eyes pleading with you ; 'could we go again?'

guess making-out with your eyes open isn't that bad, at least, with him.

audio inspo from toru's official VA (yes, I know this is from 2021.)

maybe sinister isn’t the right word, because it’s not unwelcome. it’s not malicious either, just unfamiliar. subtle yet so forward, and so unlike the carefree version of him that you’d come to know.

he stopped looking at you through a barrier last week. started pulling his blindfold down to peer at you through his icy lashes, blue irises on full display.

he pushes through the discomfort just to look at you without anything in the way. ignores the sudden onslaught of light piercing through his sclera because you are much more important. you can see it in the way his pupils retract, then expand again. rejecting the sight in front of them then swallowing as much of it as they can because his brain finally registers that it’s you.

you could almost never tell where his eyes were focused before this all started, but something about the way his head would shift when you’d enter the room usually told you that his sights weren’t set too far from you.

it was always a slight change. a shift of the chin. only a centimeter difference, if even that. a subtle glance over whenever you’d laugh, maybe a more obvious one if the cause of that laugh was another man. either way, the weight of the 6 eyes on you was unmistakable.

you’re in the conference room alone together the first time he pulls his blindfold down fully. babbling on about the instructor presentation schedule this week, maybe something more. you can’t recall much besides the sight five deft fingers wrapped around dark silk, pulling until you’re face to face with a shade of blue so enamoring you’re not even sure it has a name.

gojo smiles when your tangent rattles to a stop, punctuating the silence with the softest laugh.

“did you sleep good last night?” he asks, eyes searching your face like they’ll somehow pull the answer out themselves.

“yeah, why?” he softens at that, like the knowledge of whether or not you did had been weighing on his mind.

“good. you look nice today.” is all he offers you before he pulls the blindfold back up, slipping out of the conference room, leaving you to grapple with the knowledge that you’re on his mind a lot more than you’d think.