#baby daddy gojou au

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

the summer moon was born from the waves to be loved (gojo x reader) pt 2

or, you got pregnant and the ghost of university days past finds out five years later.

tags: 18+, afab!reader (she/her), baby daddy gojou au pt 2: electric boogaloo

AO3 || pt 1

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o. buoy

If Satoru was forced to use some sort of ocean-related terminology to describe you, he’d say you’re a buoy.

You were the marine biology major. (What was the difference between that and oceanography? Satoru had no idea. You explained it to him at least twice though). Because of that, Satoru heard his fair share of marine terminology from you.

Buoys were those floating things at sea, the ones from Finding Nemo that had all the seagulls on it. You said they were guiding posts, gave heads up for reefs or they could be warnings for hazardous zones.

To Satoru, you were like an anchorless buoy that ー no matter how far he sailed ー he could never reach.

i. halocline

You’ve never felt permanent; not to Satoru.

You sooner felt like one of those quickly formed friendships you thought would last forever only for it to dwindle out as fast as it started. Then that person was just a forgotten name in your contacts list until you’re scrolling down and going ‘Who the hell is this? Delete’ without a second thought.

It was strange.

An oxymoron of the highest degree.

How did someone who was such a constant in his life from the moment you set foot in it simultaneously feel as impermanent as foam on the waves? One minute you were there, the next you weren’t. Satoru wasn’t sure when the fear of you disappearing entirely crept in.

When those looks started appearing on your face.

All he knew was that it started long before he started sleeping with you and it started long before you left.

One moment you’re hanging out ー undoubtedly doing something stupid. Singing the wrong lyrics to a song on the radio, putting Suguru’s hair in pigtails, watching María la del Barrio with Utahime who took one Spanish class and made telenovelas her entire personality for a month ー then you’d grow quiet and this far away look would be in your eyes. Satoru never knew where you went in those moments, but it wasn’t there.

So he’d do something to anchor you back to land. It didn’t have to be much.

A poke to the cheek,

a tickle to your side, 

calling out to you,

sometimes he’d even play with your fingers.

It didn’t matter what he did as long as you’d blink and grin and go “what’s up?” and everything would feel right in the world.

It never would feel right long enough though; the look always came back and the feeling would persist.

When you sang songs in the car.

(“I can do it fast or slow, it really doesn't matter, though. 'Cause I'm a pro, what you say? You wanna take me toe to toe? Uh no, dude, I think so,” you’d rap Kel’s verse flawlessly like you’d rehearsed it for hours. “My style is phat and Immature’s got my back on this funky trackー” you pointed at Satoru enthusiastically.

“You want fries with that?” Satoru would point back with way too much passion for a line that went way too hard for what he was actually saying. “Coo coo ca-choo whatcha gonna do?”

Shoko would roll her eyes but she’d still be smiling when Suguru softly brought in the chorus with rhythmic bumps of his head, “watch me do my thing, I like to do my thing, watch me do my thing, everybody sayー”

Your head continued to bump along but you stopped singing along and looked out the window. Satoru remembered he threw his arm around your shoulders loudly belting the rest of the lyrics until you laughed and joined back in.)

When you indulged Utahime’s telenovela personality change.

(“[First], quit zoning out. I’m bored.”

“Hey, unlike you, I’m actually paying attention.”

“Oh yeah, then what’s been going on?”

“Soraya Montenegro is gasping in Spanish right now.”

“Can you both shut u- OH MY GODー”

“IS NO ONE GONNA STOP THIS BITCH?”)

And at parties.

(Satoru always knew you were about to leave when you made that face. Things could start perfectly at the beginning of the night. You’d finally skulk out of your cave like you were Gollum from Lord of the Rings and wave him over. The next moment? You were in deep thought while your friends made joke after joke, rip after rip.

“Sorry gang, but my lips don’t touch anything but Don Equis and Asahi,” you’d say with an air of regality not suited for a party of college students. “Maybe Corona if there’s nothing else. I’m not drinking... whatever this is. So I’m gonna head out, there’s a 24 hour liquor store around here somewhere.”

“You coming back?” Satoru didn’t know why he asked, he already knew what your answer would be.

“Nah, I think I’m done for the night. I’ll catch you guys later though.”

“I’ll walk you back to your place then.”)

He doesn’t know why he looked at your lips that night at the park. 

You were friends, he liked being your friend. That’s all there was to it. It had always annoyed him up until that point when Suguru and Shoko joked the two of you were more like a couple than anything else. That he chased after you like a lovesick puppy, the pathetic but funny kind. He wasn’t sure why it annoyed him so much.

Maybe it was because it felt like it reduced everything about his friendship with you into that shit take that the opposite sex couldn’t just be friends.

Maybe it was something else entirely. He doesn't know.

You weren’t permanent.

Not while you sat beside him in a park at who knows when in the morning and not even when you reassured him his life would work out the way he wanted and you touched him like he was something precious to you.

“Be careful I don’t disappear for months, spirited away by the sea folk on my Children of the Sea shit. I’ll come back to shore occasionally, mysterious as the sea itself.” You already were as mysterious as the sea itself.

“Even if you got spirited away, I’d just go and bring you right back.” Satoru meant it. Even if, more than anything, it felt more like he was making that promise to reassure himself. It didn’t matter how far off to the sea you went as long as Satoru could bring you back to the shore. “You’ve doomed yourself.” More specifically you said that to him. Maybe he should have taken it more of a warning than a light-hearted nudge.

“You said it first, remember?” You did. He remembered it as clear as day. He’d stumbled onto an unstable boat and you were a buoy far off in the distance.

“There’s no ditching me now, not even at sea.” So stay. That’s all Satoru needed you to do.

The sprinklers that decided to join in on the moment must have been a sign that he was in the middle of a prophecy that was going to be fulfilled whether he wanted it to or not. That’s why he kissed you first in the doorway of your bathroom when you just came to ask if he wanted tea.

Buoys are supposed to have anchors, right? 

Maybe he could be yours.

When Satoru woke up the day after the first time you slept together, he woke up alone.

It wasn't until he reached out an arm lazily to your side of the bed and he patted the mattress several times that he realized no one was there. The bed had long since gone cold so you had to have been gone for a while. Yes, you called five minutes later from McDonald’s cheerily going “Yooo, Satoru, I’m at Mickey D’s, what do you want?” Still it cemented your impermanence and that was only the first of many times he woke up by himself.

You could be out the house or in; Satoru preferred when you were in. Sometimes you’d be in the kitchen humming some unknown tune, other times you’d be watching TV on the couch. Either way, he could drape himself over you with a tired ‘morning’ and hold you close.

(“What are you wa- is that the new episode of Love is Blind?”

“Um… I only just started it two minutes ago?”

“[First], what the hell!? While I was asleep?!”)

From then on when Satoru saw those far away looks, he’d kiss you since it was on the table now. Satoru put everything into those kisses and you’d kiss him back just as hard.

Don’t go anywhere. He’d thread one hand into your hair and the other would pull your waist closer to his. Satoru didn’t want or need anything else. Stay.

You kissed him like you would.

It’s crazy how easily you could just slip away from everything like a ghost that hadn’t been there at all. It was shockingly apparent that impromptu trip you took to the beach in the middle of the semester.

Everyone had been together in awe of the bioluminescent dots in the sea and it donned on him you hadn’t said anything in a while. You were gone.

He’d painted his panic in his usual bravadoー nonchalant and grinning, claiming he was gonna go bother you for a bit.

It was a relief when he found you.

It was dreadful when he found you.

Satoru couldn’t see your face clearly but he could tell your look was intent on the sea and how it shined with the glow of a billion bright lights. If there was a ghost ship calling you out to the depths, Satoru knew you’d leave in a heartbeat.

You slowly became more noticeably distant from your group of mutual friends after that trip. It didn’t start immediately, you’d acted the same as usual at first. You still sang songs in the car, Utahime had grown out of her novela phase in favor of all of you losing your shit at the editing of Indian serial dramas and in between those moments Satoru found himself in your bed again.

It was around that time you started kissing his forehead; when the kisses started, that’s when you started drifting away from his orbit. You said it was homework, your profs telepathically communicating to increase your workload.

You alright?

What kind of sadists are your professors if you’re this busy?

Just let me know if you need me to come over some kind of distraction. Sorry for coming over earlier unannounced, I shouldn’t have assumed. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.

“Do you think she thinks I’m being clingy?” Satoru mumbled as he stared at your text that you were fine just dying from homework. You definitely thought he’s being clingy. He’d always been a bit clingy with his friends. He was probably more overbearing than usual though.

“Yes,” Kenjaku replied without missing a beat. “You’re gonna get dumped if you keep this up.”

God what does Suguru see in this guy? He’s like a fucking parasite. “I wasn’t asking you,” Satoru glared. “And she isn’t my girlfriend.”

Suguru snorted, running his hands through his boyfriend’s hair, “play nice both of you,” he said lightly and Satoru rolled his eyes. “But if [First] is saying she’s fine, then just trust that she’s fine. She’ll come back around when her workload decreases.”

Satoru glared with a pout, “you’re worried too, don’t act like it’s just me.”

“I never said it was, it’s just that between the two of us I’m handling it better. I sent her a surprise uber eats delivery yesterday.” Asshole, that was a brilliant idea. Satoru wished he thought of it first. Instead he asked Shoko to check on you; maybe you’d be more receptive if it wasn’t him bothering you for the tenth text in a row.

Shoko went to check on you. Apparently you were fine and Satoru was worrying for nothing. She even said that you would come and hang out with them soon. Some people might say it’s a bit petty to celebrate the failures of others. In another universe, Satoru might even agree with them. But in this universe, Satoru was a hater first and foremost. So if he and his friends wanted to go out to eat to celebrate the fact Zenin Naoya was bitching about a failing grade on an essay, he and his friends were going to go out and eat to celebrate Zenin Naoya failing his essay.

Apparently, you were all haters.

It was also just nice seeing you again. If Satoru was more poetic, he’d probably add a bunch of other things to that statement. It was just nice to have you back.

“Karma is probably gonna come back to clap us in the ass for celebrating someone getting a bad grade,” you snickered.

“Sounds like a problem for future us,” Suguru grinned with a twinkle in his eyes.

“We go to school with the Japanese version of Ben Shapiro,” Satoru choked on his strawberry smoothie when Shoko said that. “I think we’re covered on karma.”

“Y’all are terrible people,” Satoru clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disbelief and shame.

“Hey, good neighbor, this dinner was your idea,” you nudged him with a dry tone and a smile.

Satoru nudged back with a grin of his own.

Dinner was fun, lots of drinks and jokes. It was a non-alcoholic beverage sort of night. Shoko said it was because they’d clearly been drinking too much if Satoru of all people had gotten better with holding his liquor. Her point was fair but rude nonetheless yet when Satoru turned to whine for you to come to his defense, the distant glaze was over your eyes and your smile was smaller than it had been the last time he looked at it.

“[First],” your motion to close your apartment door stopped and you hummed with a raised eyebrow. Satoru felt more dread than usual that night. Something about the air had been different. The face you made felt different than it normally did. It was always distant, you were always far away, but tonight was the worst it had ever been. “We’re good, right?”

You look at him like he grew an extra four eyes. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

Satoru couldn’t meet your eyes as he shrugged wordlessly. You’d probably say he was being ridiculous and clingy if he mentioned anything but he couldn’t find anything else to say to make himself seem unbothered either.

You rolled your eyes with a grin before stretching your arms out wide. “You’re being overdramatic, you big baby. Come here, big guy,” Satoru pulled you in close, burying his nose in the corner of his neck. Despite welcoming your embrace, it did nothing to soothe Satoru’s anxieties.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Satoru asked without pulling away from you completely.

The way you smiled at him was warm but it still somehow felt unreadable. Satoru knew all of your smiles. Your happy ones,

the sad ones, 

the one you made when Sora finally got into Smash. 

The ones you made when you were mad that he was successfully charming his way out of you being mad at him. 

Satoru didn’t know this one.

Despite that fact, Satoru let you cup his face in your hands and he let you stand on the tip of your toes to place a kiss on his forehead. “See you, Satoru."

ii. undertow

Sleep didn’t come to Satoru after he laid in bed.

His head was too full as he kept running back through what you told him after he took you home.

You didn’t say you’d see him later.

You’re just being overdramatic, Satoru forced his eyes to close. You’re always overdramatic. It’s my best trait 30% of the time.

No one else said anything that night, it was just him who felt like this, right? It was always just him. If everyone else felt like something was off all night, someone would have mentioned it by now. With that, Satoru forced his eyes closed for all of five minutes before he decided to send, at the very least, a dumb meme. Something that’d make you laugh when you saw it and would make you reply “I’m wheezing” or “that’s so us!”

A quick stroll through his photos was all it took to find something suitable. He can’t remember exactly what it was, only that it was stupid.

It was stupid and didn’t go through to your phone.

A disconnect and reconnect dance to his wifi later and it still didn’t go through.

Satoru’s feet was on the pavement before not even a heartbeat after he calmly made sure his apartment was locked.

He just had to be sure you were okay. It was just him being an overdramatic, big baby. Your phone died or something and that’s why nothing was going through. Or maybe this was like the time you put your phone in airplane mode to narrowly avoid sending Shoko the wrong meme and then forgot to switch it back off.

You don’t answer the door when he knocks and he goes back and forth between knocking and trying to reach you on your other socials.

Twitter? Blocked.

He can’t find you anywhere else.

Instagram.

LINE.

Discord.

It’s like you were never there, gone from all the group chats and servers you once shared.

Satoru stayed outside of your apartment for the better part of an hour before one of your neighbors opened her door tired and annoyed.

“Dude, do you know what time it is?” Your neighbor asked groggily. She’s a nice girl, the reason rent was low enough in the area you could afford an apartment on your own. Apparently she wrecked shit in the neighborhood on the low to keep the rent down. Even better was the fact she was the landlord’s daughter. Not all heroes wore capes. 

“Sorry,” Satoru knew he must look like a maniac with his messy hair and wide eyes. “have you seen [First]? I’m having a hard time reaching her.”

The neighbor gave him a funny look, “she moved out tonight,” she told him like that was the fifth time she told him that her favorite color was orange. “I thought it was weird you didn’t help with moving her stuff out a few days ago. She gave me the key to give it to my dad tomorrow. Didn’t she tell you she was leaving?”

iii. la niña

Satoru didn’t know which was worse sometimesー the fact Shoko kept the fact he had a daughter a secret for five years or how he found out.

It wasn’t like Shoko approached him one gloomy night when memories of the most prominent ghost in his life began bubbling to the surface. She didn’t grimly say that she needed to tell him something and he should sit down for it. She didn’t start off with apologies, saying she felt she had no choice or that if things had gone different she would have told him.

None of that happened.

Satoru found out by accident.

Accident.

All because Shoko didn’t hear him approach her when she was on her phone scrolling through instagram. She was so focused on whatever she was looking at, she didn’t even notice how Satoru quietly snickered to himself and snuck behind her to give her spook. He was just about to say something, ready for swears and ‘you’re so annoying, what are you 12?!’s when he took an instinctual glance at her phone and he saw you.

Thoughts of scaring Shoko went out the window in a matter of milliseconds. He didn’t even feel his body move when he snatched her phone out of her hand.

“Heyー” Shoko started with an offended hiss but when she looked over her shoulder, she looked like she saw an impending storm and her jaw clamped shut.

Satoru took in the photo like it was the last thing he’d ever see. You were dressed in a blue t-shirt and cream colored shorts, some aquarium’s logo stitched into your clothes. You were holding a kid, hugging her tightly and kissing her cheek while the girl was caught mid-giggle. And when Satoru looked at the little girl in your arms, it was his eyes that looked back.

“I- she told me not to say anything,” Shoko murmured, brown eyes looking anywhere but at him. Then the secrets came rolling out one after the other.

“If I didn’t see this picture,” Satoru’s grip tightened on Shoko’s phone to ground himself to the present. “Were you still going to keep this a secret from me?”

Her answer was silence.

iv. el niño

“I have to be honest,” from the corner of your eye, you see Satoru chasing after Itsuki, Nanako and Mimiko. Suguru is watching next to you on the bench, your respective care bags for accidents and playground injuries at the ready between you. “I thought I’d be more surprised you’re a dad now. But it kinda just makes sense. You always had ‘single mom’ energy in school.”

Brown eyes flash with recognition, “you had a dream about me adopting kids once, right?”

“No, I had a dream where you were off a perk and calling people without powers ‘monkeys’,” you correct your old friend petulantly. As if he should have remembered after all these years without contact. “You just happened to adopt children in the process of all that.”

Suguru snorts, “my apologies for getting the details wrong. So you had a dream that I adopted kids once and that I was off a perk."

"Exactly, thank you."

A silence somewhere between comfortable and awkward settles over the two of you, save for the squeals of little girls and Satoru’s manic laughter as the evil sorcerer king.

Suguru looks nice. 

He’s still rocking the man bun but he’s opted to let some of his hair hang loose and he’s a couple hundred pounds down a shitty, parasitic boyfriend. Suguru and Kenjaku broke up halfway through the semester after you transferred. “Before you ask, yes, we had dinner to celebrate,” Suguru told you when you saw him for the first time in years a few days ago.

You’ve had your fair share of private updates on the lives of your old friends you didn’t keep in contact with. Shoko kept you up to date on everything. A surprising number of your old friends had gone into the field of educationー Utahime, Suguru and Satoru. You wonder how Satoru’s parents reacted to that information. You have yet to ask; it seemed like too much of a mood killer when Satoru happily recounted stories about his students a few weeks ago.

When Itsuki almost trips you make to stand but Satoru catches her before you can blink. 

“He’s pretty good with her,” Suguru says like he’s a mind reader. “There was this kid we used to babysit, Riko, when we were younger. He said he hated it but he’s always been pretty good with kids.”

You can believe it. There’s plenty of things you remember Satoru complaining about despite his inherent talents in them. It makes you want to cry sometimes seeing how good he is with Itsuki. Your daughter is smart enough to play neutral when he asks but you’re pretty sure your daughter has a favorite parent. Adorable little traitor, you laugh softly to yourself. You’d think five years would give someone an edge.

Five years.

“Are you… mad?” You look at your old friend from the corner of your eye.

Suguru takes his time answering, mulling over unknown thoughts in his head. Playful as you remember Suguru being, he’s always been introspective. He thinks before he acts, lets things slowly come to a boil before turning off the stovetop. “I was more worried than mad to start,” he finally speaks. “It’s not everyday an entire group of people gets ghosted. I’m a little mad you didn’t open up though.”

Your smile is small and your eyebrows knit apologetically. 

“But at the end of the day, this is nothing compared to what went down between Satoru and me in high school. So I guess I can forgive you.” You never did get the story about Satoru and Suguru’s mysterious high school turning point. The itch to know all the details is minor compared to the way your shoulders relax when Suguru shoots you a familiar smile. I missed you too. “Just don’t do anymore disappearing acts.” Smooth as they come, Suguru raises a closed fist just above your care bags. 

Smile a bit more grand, you bump the side of your fist to his. “I can happily vouch that it won’t be happening again.”

“Good. It’s nice to have you back.”

“It’s nice being back.”

v. sea state

“Did you get an undercut?”

“Yeah, a while ago,” Satoru grins. “I look nice, right?”

“Please accept the compliment normally so your arrogance doesn’t rub off on our daughter,” you shake your head but a good-natured grin is plastered on your face. “Itsuki, make sure Daddy behaves. You’re in charge as the honorary aquarist.”

Itsuki’s eyes fill with delight at the duty bestowed upon her. “I will,” she promises, chest puffed with as much pride as a five year old can produce. It’s a rare day off in the middle of the week for Satoru. Normally he’s confined to his school during these hours, but thanks to some school holiday you scheduled in advance for him to take Itsuki around your aquarium. It isn’t the first time Itsuki’s been, you’d taken her there before she could even walk. It might as well be her first visit though from how she’s beaming. “Daddy, you have to be good so Mommy doesn't get mad.”

“As you command, general,” Satoru salutes playfully, picking Itsuki up in his arms. “Now then, if you excuse us, this father-daughter duo is gonna enjoy the aquarium while you work.” 

“Bup bup bup,” you tut before the man can take off. “At least let me get my goodbye kiss before you run off to have fun without me,” you peck Itsuki’s cheek once, twice before blowing a raspberry and she squeals. “Alright,” you place your hands on your hips. “You two go have fun. Tell Daddy all the names you gave the whale sharks, okay?”

You think that’s that until Itsuki innocently asks, “where’s Daddy’s kiss, Mommy?” You blink once. Maybe you misheard- “You’re supposed to give both of us goodbye kisses, aren’t you?” Apparently you haven’t.

“I think Daddy’s too old for goodbye kisses, Itsuki.”

Itsuki squints, unsatisfied with your answer, “but Grandma always kisses Granny and they’re ancient.”

Why do your parents have to have a long lasting and fulfilling love life?

You and Satoru share an awkward smile as you both wonder what either of you can do to get out of this situation. Kissing Satoru used to be as easy as breathing. He’s always been the more affectionate of the two of you and it rubbed off on you some time during your university days. But you’re not in university anymore and your relationship has most definitely changed since then.

Still with bated breath, you gesture for Satoru to bring his head low enough for you to kiss his forehead, “there. Now both of you go have fun.”

If you think you see Satoru’s expression dim, he’s all smiles the moment you blink. “Try not to be jealous when you see us feeding the stingrays, [First].” He’s gone before you can tease you’re the one of the employees that help with that.

Once a maelstrom, always a maelstrom.

You love your place of work, it always has a familiar noisy sort of peaceful bathed in the light of blue decorated in corals, pinks and purples. Aquariums have a special magic to them. You fell in love with the sea when you were young and never fell out. The magic somehow is renewed every time you clock in, even on the most trying days.

How can you not when you see the dozens of people that stop by with the same love?

How can you not when you see dozens of people that stop by and fall in love with it for the first time?

“Hi, Mommy!” You hear Itsuki call from a distance. You wonder how she can even see you when you look up and see she’s on Satoru’s shoulders. It’s so natural, the two of them together. She’s wearing his sunglasses, if you can really say that. They keep sliding off her face but she holds onto them resolutely and Satoru is smiling widely in front of the tank full of black tip reef sharks, whale sharks and dozens of other fish in between.

You don’t know how your heart can fill with even more affection than you thought possible but it does. “Hi, baby,” you wave back. “I love you!”

“I love you too!” I have to enjoy that before she gets old enough to start thinking she’s too cool to tell her mom I love you. You know Satoru should too when you see her lean over to plant her father an awkward kiss on his head. You can’t hear what she tells him but you can guess she must be saying she loves him. Even from his profile, you can tell Satoru is saying he loves her back from how adoringly he looks up at her.

You see Itsuki giggling and saying something else you can’t hear, looking down at her father in earnest.

Whatever it is she says, Satoru looks over at you with eyes that are wide and somehow reflect all of the blue from tank lights. Despite how it makes your heart twist, you give him another small wave. When he doesn’t wave back, you wonder what it is your daughter could have said that had him in such a stupor.

Whatever he says to Itsuki, his eyes stay on you while he says it.

vi. nearshore

“Do you still like the same brand of honey or no?” You call over your shoulder from the kitchen.

It’s unusually quiet in your apartment since Itsuki is at your parents’ house for the weekend. You only realized you’d forgotten to tell your co-parent when he showed up at your house with sweets in hand. “What Itsuki doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” you told him with a snicker when you invited him inside to eat them. 

“Satoru?” You call out again.

No response.

You turn off the eye your kettle is on and look out into the living room. He’s right where you left him. “Hey,” you sit on the ottoman in front of him. He blinks in surprise when he sees your hand waving in front of face. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Satoru smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Let me rephrase that question,” you start anew. “What’s wrong? Come on now,” you grin crookedly. “You’ve always sucked at pretending to be okay in front of me.”

Satoru’s smile falters for a heartbeat, “yeah?”

“Yes, Mr. Bravado,” Satoru might have been an expert at fooling others, but you know him. He was the guy who never took notes but passed every test because he worked his ass off in the background. The type who’d act oblivious but you realize halfway through a meal that the reason he took you is because he noticed you’d been feeling down lately. It’s one of the things you love about him. “So come out with it, fess up.”

One, two, three seconds pass before Satoru finally cracks.

“I’m mad. More at myself than anything.” Before you can reply, Satoru opens his mouth again but it feels more like he's talking to himself. “I shouldn’t be upset anymore, right? We made up.” Satoru runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. “We made up,” he says again. “I shouldn’t still be mad about anything. Things have been going great.”

Satoru finally falls silent and he looks tired. You hate you’re the reason for it. “It’s okay to still be mad about Itsuki. I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I… I’d take it back if I could. I know that doesn’t mean anything after five years but I mean it. Even if I was scared I should have told you. I just- I don’t know, it had gotten into me. I was thinking how you couldn’t commitー”

“You thought I was non-committal?” Satoru raises an eyebrow and he looks hurt by your revelation.

“Satoru, you have never been in a relationship with anyone throughout the time I’ve known you,” you rub your finger and thumb together nervously. Five years later is as good as any time to have a conversation you should have had long ago. “You were scared when I asked what our relationship was, remember?”

“I didn’t know what the right answer was,” Satoru argues with his hands raised. “I thought you were tired of our friends always talking about us being a couple.”

“You were relieved when I said that-” you stammer over your words thoughts going much faster than your mouth could. You remember the tormented days of unrequited affection quite clearly. If there was someone who avoided romantic relationships like the plague, it was Satoru. He was a flirt, relished in the attention he received for his well-known good looks. Regardless, he’d never committed to anyone. “You said fucking someone else was a non-issue! For all I knew you were sleeping with someone else, it wasn’t like we were-”

“It was a non-issue if it meant you weren’t going to take off and start avoiding me!” Satoru snaps like you’ve grown a second head. Maybe you did judging by how he looks at you incredulously. Your mouth closes, unsure what to say next and Satoru looks away with a scoff. “It’s the other way around,” he mutters so soft you almost didn’t catch it. “you were the non-committal one.”

“Excuse me?” It’s your turn to look at Satoru like his body has magically sprung additional body parts. When he doesn’t immediately say anything, you double down. “Satoru, you don’t get to say that and then turn around and not elaborate on it.”

“You know, the first day we met, Suguru told me that I acted like the sun shined out of your ass,” Satoru says much to your confusion. But he went on, lost in his memories, “it might as well have, I thought you were so cool. I wanted you in my life so bad from pretty much the moment you said I doomed myself. I didn’t care what happened next in my life as long as you were there for it.

“But you left me,” Satoru croaks with a smile, crystal blue eyes dark and empty. “You left me.” The way he says it breaks your heart. “I’m so gone for you. I’ve always been gone for you. I just didn’t want to see it. Somehow I always knew you’d leave.” He laughs, cold and humorless and completely lost. “And you did.

“You could be right there with me and then suddenly be so far away. It always felt like you would just up and leave one day. You and Utahime always talked about intuition and trusting it. I guess mine was saying from early on ‘this girl is gonna break your heart one day, don’t fall in love with her.’”

“I knew it when you got those far away looks in your eyes. I knew it when I woke up that first morning alone. I knew it when you didn’t say you’d see me later. And just like that you were gone on that ghost ship. You left and didn’t even tell me you were going. Do you know how much that fucking hurt? I wait outside for hours and your neighbor’s the one who tells me you’re gone. I may have purposely lied to myself about how I felt but I never slept with anyone else. I didn’t want anyone else. I was the one who kept reaching out, you never reached back.

Itsuki’s the second tier on the cake and the rest of the frosting. You’ve been gone on that ghost ship for five years and when I finally catch up, I still feel like I’m drowning.”

“... I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I didn’t know.”

“I know. That’s almost the worst part. Guess I didn't wear my heart on my sleeve as much as you thought.”

.

.

.

“It was the week after our second year midterms,” you recall when you were six years younger and the biggest problem you had in life was a professor was out to get you. Midterms had finally passed and you were on a victorious emotional high after finishing your last exam. At least until some asshole who should have covered their mouth coughed and you were coughing by the end of the day. “I got a cold and just so I could breathe better when I slept, you let me lay on you on the couch the whole time even though you ended up getting sick afterwards.” 

You’d felt so bad, coughing all the while but Satoru hadn’t let you budge an inch, proudly claiming ‘I don’t get sick, I’m built different so cough away.’ When he got sick days later, he said over coughs, ‘This has nothing to do with when you were sick. This is from Suguru.’ “That was when I realized that I’d been stupidly in love with you ever since I met you.”

Gojou Satoru has been called many things throughout your years of knowing him. But for you, the fall child has always been easy to love. He was made for it. “You were a pain in the ass but you were my pain in the ass. I never wanted it any other way.”

“Stop being mean to me,” Satoru leans forward to rest his head on your shoulder just as you wrap your arms around his back. “Don’t you know who you’re being mean to when you’re being an ass?”

You laugh weakly, “the guy I’m still gone for?” When you hear a sniffle in the corner of your neck, you tighten your grip.

"Don't go away this time," Satoru hugs back.

vii. ocean deep, seafoam soft

Satoru finds himself in your bed again for the first time in years.

“I confess my love to you and you try to kill me, I'm hurt.”

“Oh don’t be such a baby, I didn’t even know it was there,” you chuckle fondly after the two of you stumble into your bed after nearly tripping on a stray toy on your floor. Satoru loves that laugh. He loves how you look up at him with all the adoration in the world. “Remember that time we forgot that textbook was on your bed?”

“Please don’t remind me, my back hurts just remembering it,” Satoru whines but laughter escapes him despite his apparent trauma. It wasn’t one of your best moments during your shared years of sexual escapades in college. You pull him down kiss his lips tenderly and he practically moans, relishing the feeling. No more forehead kisses, he wants to tell you. You did that a lot before you left. 

"I love you," Satoru whispers in awe at the words falling out of his own mouth. In awe at the fact you’re even there with him at that moment. “I love you.”

Your hands cup his face like he's something precious and you thumbs away the tears pooling in his eyes despite the ones in your own, "I love you too.”

Satoru’s had sex with you more times than he can count. 

He memorized everything, refused to forget a single detail. It feels like the first time all over again.

The way one set of your fingernails dig into his back while he envelopes your other hand with one of his own. How your fingers intertwined tightly. How amazing you feel squeezing around him tightly. The speed of your pulse as he peppers your throat with kisses and soft nips. The ache between his legs as he rolls his hips into you gently yet persistently, chasing his high but wanting it to last long beyond the confines of this singular moment. 

It’s not just this one moment anymore though. “[First],” Satoru squeezes your hand tighter. “[First].”

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Don’t leave me this time, Satoru gasps like a man starved for air before kissing you again desperately. Stay.

(When Satoru wakes up the next morning to you in his arms and playing with his hair at the base of his neck, he feels like could cry. He nestles into your chest with a tired grin, “morning.”)

viii. anchor

Gojou Itsuki, that’s the name staring back at him.

Satoru loves when it’s his birthday. Until Itsuki was born it was arguably the best day in the universe. The importance of birthdays tends to titter on the rope of priorities, but it’s the one day of the year when the people important to him would pop up to say ‘hi’. Even people from the past. An old teacher he used to drive crazy but always said he thought Satoru had a lot of potential.

His mom still sent him a birthday text even if most of their exchanges are dry the rest of the year.

Even his students will tip in to get him a card and some sort of celebratory gift on December 7th.

December 7th lost a bit of its shine when you exited from his life. With you and Itsuki both in it, it shines tenfold.

It’s just the light is too blinding when Satoru takes out his last present of a plain envelope and he sees Gojou Itsuki written in bold and clear text.

Gojou Itsuki

Father: Gojou Satoru

v. sea state private ver.

"Daddy, do you love Mommy too?"

"Yeah. Daddy loves Mommy."

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #baby daddy gojou au

[sweetchildcloud]

Ok let's see how it went

*drumrolls*🥁🥁🥁

It won...

!!GOJO!!🥳🤯 [i wonder why]

Nanami was so close! Wow you really dont like Geto being a dad uh?

Maybe I will do another pull of my Daddy! Aus 🤭.

Just wait I will do write Gojo one but it will take time,i have school and stuff to do so.

#jjk polls #tumblr polls #daddy’s babygirl #daddy!aus #gojou satoru x reader #nanami x reader #geto x reader #toji x reader #babies #heartwarming

[bbkissme99]

Gojo Dad Au fic recs part 2

Family Formation’s - Chronological Masterlist

Family Formation Masterlist

✎ LOVE ENTRIES — an anthology | gojo satoru

ᴜɴᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ - ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

a few times when Satoru was proud of his little son achieving his milestones

If there’s one thing that Gojo and Megumi have in common, it’s that they don’t know how to comfort girls.

husband gojo x wife!reader

POPSICLE  RELATIONSHIP: MEGUMI & GOJO AS FATHER AND SON

Megumi

Every time your daughter outgrows a onesie,Satoru sheds a tear

reader and gojo have a daughter

Kaleidoscope Series Masterlist

family rules-verse ⋆☆˖

some random dad!gojo headcanons

gojo satoru as a dad

in which you're worried about how he'd react to you carrying his baby

moments like this were few and far between.

what, am i not allowed to look at you

satoru spoils his daughter

the snow falls

right where you left me

recess

trouble comes twice

dad!gojo being away on a business trip

gojo with a baby

Gojo Satoru being a heartwarming dad.

Soft Spot

Satoru's wife and his daughter gossip about him.

Baby megumi with gojous s/o and gojou getting jealous of all the attention

how I met your mother

fushiguro... you never told me your mom was so hot!

invisible string (gojo x you)summary: the story of the first time megumi used ten shadows.

Gojo despises the titles put to his name

grip and giggle — gojo satoru x f!reader

Satoru’s newborn son felt like a feather in his arms.

little lunch mishap - s. gojo x reader

If there is one person he unquestionably respects, there's only one person in his mind.

First Words~ Gojo Satoru

smack, smack — gojo satoru x f!reader

slip up — gojo satoru x f!reader

butterfly — gojo satoru x f!reader

missing – gojo satoru x f!reader

team up — gojo satoru x f!reader

girl dad — gojo satoru x f!reader

to protect — gojo satoru x f!reader

Gojo seeing his newborn son or daughter for the very first time after his wife gets through delivery!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... never thought that in a million years he would be using his six eyes to play hide 'n seek with little kids.

𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑

Megumi being big brother figure to gojo and y/n’s kids

[8:31 AM] PAPA!GOJO

GOJO SATORU || FAMILY

GOJO SATORU || LIFE WITH A SON

GOJO SATORU || HIS S/O BEING PREGNANT

every rose and its 'twin prickles'

that funny little girl ෆ also known as, papa! gojo satoru who takes bath time so very seriously, he cries about it.

Summary: The kids get to play with their cousins, Nanako and Mimiko.

・✶ ｡ﾟ[7:13pm] — gojo satoru. dad!au, gojo satoru was a sap.

daycare/ girl dad! gojo hcs

MINI ME

Just Satoru being absolutely smitten with his little girl <3

papa's scary face

Gojo holds baby Hotaru and something unexcepted and wholesome happens.

your daughter's favorite routine in the morning is definitely waking her daddy with kisses all over his face.

SATORU GOJO IS A GIRL DAD.....

every rose and its 'twin prickles'

𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝

round one: babies vs dad

your friend's getting married and you were invited. the there of you, actually. you, satoru, and your daughter.

His little princess

Mini Gojo

[kisssatoru]

JUJUTSU KAISEN ╭──╯

╰──╮ MASTERLIST …ღ

— “THIS IS WHERE YOU’RE WEAK, RIGHT?” — GOJOU S.

— SERIES.

‘tomorrow’s promise’ [angst/baker!reader - series]

summary: [COMING SOON]

"so, we began our travels knowing nothing, least of all where we were going." ― keiichi sigsawa, kino no tabi: the beautiful world

— satoru has lost his purpose, but somehow finds it with you in the countryside of kyoto where there’s fresh bread and the sea as far as the eye can see.

‘baby daddy’ [pregnancy au/angst - series]

summary: [COMING SOON]

“love is the answer, but while you’re waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions.” – woody allen

you want a baby, satoru wants to fuck you. both of you come to a mutual agreement that there will be no strings attached, whatsoever. once the contract has been fulfilled and he signs custody of the child over to you, he’s supposed to disappear…except, he doesn’t. he stays, and creates nothing but problems for you.

it’s only when he breaks the number one rule and falls in love with you that you become entangled into a whirlwind of chaos, and forced into his world full of prejudiced clan elders and a jealous, ex-girlfriend.

— DRABBLES.

nothing yet…

— OTHER.

nothing yet…

#navi: syia’s jjk masterlist #🍰.syia

[saintobio]

sincerely yours. (6)

↳ gojou satoru/reader

when a twist of fate led their marriage to the path of a quintessential tragic romance, two past lovers go through another series of experiences on love, heartbreak, identity, illness, and trauma along the road to a happily ever after.

genre. heavy angst, amnesia, modern au, 18+

tags/warnings. profanity, depression, mentions of PTSD, mentions of abortion, mentions of suicide, mentions of self-harm

notes. 19.1k words. not proofread. fast pacing but there’ll be a flashback scene between the two scenes on the last part next chapter. enjoy!! i’ll try working on sy7 right away.

series masterlist -> episode seven

How did you go from launching your dream clothing brand to confronting a hysterical husband all in one night?

If anyone cared enough to know—yes, you were experiencing an overwhelming amount of anxiety. The kind where you could feel your fingers trembling and your skin shivering as if you were going through a bad case of the jitters. It wasn’t Gojou’s thundering screams that scared you, it was the way Sachiro shrilled at his father and tried to swing his little arms at him to protect you. Three years since you had given birth, one of the things that had always crossed your mind was how your son would react if you were caught in an argument with his father. You often wondered how you could avoid him from witnessing the inevitable confrontation between you and your ex-husband, because if there was anything that you were most frightened about, it was exposing Sachiro to the same toxic household that shaped his father into becoming the kind of man that he was during your marriage. It didn’t just take you by surprise that a three year-old’s instinct was to shield you from harm, it also brought you a drowning sense of guilt knowing that his mind registered Satoru as a man who could inflict brute violence towards the woman he claimed to have loved. You knew the history behind Gojou’s trauma and you knew very well that he would never forgive himself if his own son ended up loathing his existence the same way he did with his father. Had you been heartless, it would have been fairly easy to ruin his image in your son’s eyes as a revenge for his infidelity and lies and spitefulness. To be frank, you just had to manipulate Sachiro’s mind and paint his father as a sadistic man who would never care about his well being—those were all that it would take for your son to carry a deep-seated resentment against him for the next twenty years or possibly for the rest of his life. After all, they didn’t have a strong bond to start with. They didn’t spend the last three years having that father-and-son relationship that would make Sachiro choose his dad over his mom. You had all the right reasons to do that, right?

However, that was not who you were.

Just the thought of Sachiro pushing his father away was enough to shatter the expanse of your heart and you could never allow an innocent child to develop the same trauma from the same exact experience. So as much as you were struggling from the multitude of emotions that entered your mind, you had to be mentally and emotionally resilient. Not for yourself nor for Satoru, but for your son who was stuck in the middle of his parents’ broken marriage.

Ultimately, this wouldn’t have happened if your marital connection had always been intact.

“My baby, don’t cry now.” How many minutes had it been? Four? Five? Eight? You lost track of time, but Sachiro definitely hasn’t stopped crying ever since Satoru walked out of the penthouse. You had to do your part and soothe your child, embracing him in your arms and giving him words of reassurance just to eliminate any possible trauma that this could bring to his juvenile mind. “Sachi, look at me. Don’t hate daddy, okay? He didn’t hurt me.”

The little boy sniffed through his tears, wiping his misty eyes as he offered you an obedient nod. “Is Dada bad?”

Your heartbeat slowed down. “No, he’s not. He loves you very much and he will never hurt us.”

“‘kay, Mama,” he replied, seemingly feeling so much better after you did your best in assuaging his fear from all the screams and the things Satoru had wrecked around the house during his meltdown. As your ex-husband’s mental collapse boomeranged back to you, an ache in the bottom of your gut told you that another disaster could happen because of this encounter.

Maybe you were overthinking, but was it really crazy of you to be in distress from the scenarios that could happen at the long hours of this night? During your marriage, Satoru became reckless and spiteful whenever his pride was hurt or whenever things didn’t go his way. He would often resort to having a vitriolic outburst towards anyone that roused his anger, sparing no one, not even you, when he launched violent harangues about being forced into a marriage that he didn’t even want. He always had a reason to get angry at you. No matter what you did, no matter what you said, the old Satoru always had an adamantine opinion against his own wife. One could argue that a lot had happened since then, and he did show changes in his behavior far along in your marriage. But after your separation, it was only recently did you learn that he had undergone depression ever since you left. Along with the divorce, the downfall of the Gojou Group, and the supposed death of his unborn baby—all of these led him into having suicidal thoughts and reliance to self-harm as a way of punishing himself. No wonder his mother hated you with such a passion, because you were now in the position where you were overthinking the lengths that Satoru would take while he was in this explosive state of mind.

Would he drive off and get into yet another accident? Would he attempt to jump off a building? Would he stand in a busy highway to get hit by a bus?

Or perhaps, he might try to cut his forearm again. Or unsparingly bang his head against the wall. Or overdose on drugs.

Yet with all these influx of negative scenarios in your head, you were the one who was spiraling. You were the one who left your toddler at the care of his nanny so you could rush down to the lobby of the condominium building, clearly distraught as you asked the receptionist a fusillade of questions that circled around the possible whereabouts of your husband-not-husband. You went from “have you seen Satoru?” to “where did my husband go?” to “what car did he take?” yet none of the staff could provide you with the answer that you wanted.

“Ms. Y/N, I’m really sorry. We didn’t see Mr. Satoru,” claimed the lady, looking concerned with your paranoia. “But we checked the security camera and it looks like he took the bronze Bentley from the fourth floor parking lot.”

So he did drive. Fuck, you exhaled and put a hand on your forehead. If anything happened to him, the onus would be on you. You would be the perpetrator and consequently be despised by the public even more than they already did. Imagine all the tabloids that would pinpoint you as the reason for Satoru Gojou’s death. Would you even survive the pain from that? God, you were losing it. But to keep your mind sound, you shoved those thoughts away and focused on finding the missing man first. How? You had no idea, but upon checking your phone, it was already blowing up with texts from Toji, missed calls from Gen, and an incoming call from Akemi.

You quickly answered and put the phone on your ear, walking towards the ceiling-to-floor window as you watched the cars passing by. “Akemi, I-I’m freaking out.”

“Thank God you answered your phone. I just got off the afterparty to explain your absence and I was so worried about you the whole time,” she said on the other end of the line, “Are you alright?”

Closing your eyes, you held your breath. “No, I’m literally shaking. I had a huge fight with Gojou and he thinks that I’m cheating and lying to his face and… I don’t know what to do. He ran off and I’m just… I’m so scared. What if something happens to him? What if—”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Akemi tried to console, “Did you ask his driver or his bodyguards? Do you want me to drop by at your place and then we can go find him?”

Was it really a good decision to face Satoru again? He clearly ran away because he needed his space from you. Your presence was suffocating him, and so were your lies and your alleged infidelity. If you appeared before his eyes, he might truly go berserk. “I don’t know… I can’t think straight. I’m sure I’d make things worse by chasing after him, but he might harm himself or do something dangerous, you know?”

Your friend placed more comfort in her voice. “Yes, I know what you mean. It’s gonna be okay, Y/N. Do you want me to just find him myself?”

“Yes, please. Please. I’d appreciate it,” the urgency in your voice came out naturally before you even realized why you felt relieved by her offer. Of all people, it was Akemi who knew about your history with your ex-husband, so you had decided that she would be the best person that could reach out to him at this crucial time. She was on your side and she would be able to give Satoru unbiased advice about you, which would definitely not happen if he confided in his mother or Suguru. “Please don’t let him do anything bad to himself.”

“I got it. Don’t worry,” she reassured, “Go and get some rest.”

To rest your mind was a privilege, because you didn’t really get enough sleep as you waited all night for Satoru to come home, realizing that you were once again back to square one as the wife who sat lonely on the couch wondering if her husband was going to return at all. Wasn’t life ironic? Granted that your heart condition was no longer life threatening, you still ended up receiving more problems as a payback. It was an endless cycle of pain and suffering despite having cut your ties from your ex-husband. But how else could you escape this loop of constant misery? How else could you finally just live peacefully on your own?

As you were far lost in your trance, you found your breath growing thin and ragged as you saw the person who was calling your phone at two in the morning. You took no hesitation in answering, and yet you ended up regretting that you allowed her a chance to speak her mind at this current situation.

“Are you happy?” spoke Gojou’s mother, seemingly gritting her teeth, “If anything happens to my son, I swear on my life—”

“Auntie, I-I tried to explain it to him. I was gonna tell him the truth,” you pleaded with growing desperation, “Please understand the situation for once. He ran away because Sachiro saw him screaming.”

You could hear her scoffing through the phone. “And you liked that, didn’t you? Did you tell my grandson that his father’s gonna hurt you? You love gaining sympathy from people when you’re not the only victim here.”

“No, Auntie. I didn’t, I promise. I…”

“Save your explanations. I don’t wanna hear it!” Her dourness made your heart stop—your chest hurting straight through your back. “If your mother was alive, she’d be so disappointed in you.”

You tightened your grip on your phone and hid the weakness in your shaky voice. “D-Don’t speak about my mom.”

There was no response on the other end of the line, not because she was speechless, but because she decided to hang up before you could say another word. The mere mention of your mother was enough to put you in silent tears as you imagined what really would have been the case if she was still alive. Your gentle mother who always saw the good in people; would she still be on your side? While the rest of the world was constantly against you, would she still remain as the one person who would stick with you until the very end?

Before you knew it, you were already burying your face in your hands while submitting to your tears. It felt good to release all of the emotions that you had been wanting to let out, but what didn’t feel as great was the familiar ache on your chest that served as a reminder that an angioplasty didn’t completely reverse your angina. Hence, you had to be strong. You had to conceal your pain even if it was eating you inside.

“I miss you, mom,” you whispered through muffled cries, feeling a twist in your stomach when you thought of her soft smile and sympathetic eyes. “I’m sorry if I disappointed you.”

Who knew that Akemi would be walking inside a rich family’s mausoleum at midnight just to console her best friend’s ex-husband?

First and foremost, the journey on the way here wasn’t as easy; she had asked her Uber to drive her around the city, dialing Satoru’s phone, and leaving numerous voicemails until he finally answered on the 60th ring. With a listless voice and a seemingly defensive tone, he asked her what she needed, and the only reason he even told her about his current location was when she mentioned how worried sick you were that he ran away.

Thus, here she was, standing in front of Satoru Gojou who was hugging his knees on the floor as he stared at the tombstone of someone named Naomi Suzue-Gojou. He wasn’t really in tears when Akemi arrived, but it was easy to tell through the emotions on his face that he was battling an inner turmoil. Considering the situation with his previously acquired PTSD and psychogenic amnesia, she found herself wanting to try her best in giving him the comfort that he needed. Whether it was a hug or a simple word of advice, she was willing to be an aid to his peace of mind and her first step into achieving that was by sitting down next to him and rubbing his back. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

She was no psychologist and Satoru was no drug addict, but she had dealt with a family member’s intervention before, so it was enough for Akemi to acknowledge the signs that this white-haired man was hitting rock bottom. It was of similar gravity but of very different contexts, however, the common goal here was to ensure that the affected party would not resort to self-harm.

And as such, the first stage began: feelings of isolation. Because he escaped the earlier confrontation and fled to a place where he believed no one else would find him. His purpose for this was to be alone, away from the stifling pain of his limited memories thinking that the person he loved the most had just betrayed him. What happened within the past three years that made you have an affair with Toji like that? If it was an act of revenge, why didn’t you do it before instead of now? Why do you keep lying to his face? Those were clearly the questions that were running through his head while he was sitting alone in this somber mausoleum as if he was sealed inside a tiny box with nothing but eerie skeletons around him.

“You know what’s weird?” His first words were surprisingly a question. “I came in here to look for my dad’s tombstone because that asshole’s been messing with my head recently,” he continued his monologue while clenching his jaws, “But I don’t see his name anywhere and it occurred to me that maybe he never died. Maybe he was alive somewhere and my useless brain just made me think he no longer existed. Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

She didn’t know the answer either. She didn’t know the full history he had with his father aside from the details you mentioned to her once. However, had she known, she would have been able to ease his mind. “It’s for your sake. I’m pretty sure they didn’t say it because they just worry for you.”

“Well, it seems like he’s clearly alive and I don’t think I wanna know what happened to him. He’s haunting me every time I close my eyes.” The second stage: feelings of shame, as Satoru’s crestfallen eyes were gleaming with sadness under the ambient lights. It was clear that he was regretting something he shouldn’t have done. “Now my own son’s gonna hate me. I’m such a horrible father… I’m so fucking sick and horrible. I don’t wanna end up like my dad.”

“Don’t say that.” Akemi pulled him close and placed his head on her shoulders. Her voice and her stance were accommodating to his current emotional situation. “Y/N’s never gonna let Sachiro think badly of you. She’s actually concerned about you.”

“Concerned?” His tone was acidic, yet his face gave nothing away. This was the third stage: feelings of denial. “She keeps denying that she’s fucking cheating on me when I saw her. Does she think I’m stupid? She could’ve just told me that she wants nothing to do with me anymore. This is just… It’s cruel.”

Frankly, Akemi wasn’t sure how to proceed with this. She considered that maybe it was about time for Gojou to know the truth since he deserved it and it would be the only thing that would make this whole situation easier for him to understand. It was sadistic to let the man figure things out by himself when he was clearly emotionally distressed and no one else was willing to lay out the whole reality behind the divorce. But as much as she wanted to spill everything to help him out, she realized that she was not in the position to reveal it this way. “...It will make sense soon. You just don’t understand some things right now.”

Satoru released a disappointed sigh and buried his face in his palms. He was forming his hands into fists and hammering his head as a punishment for not having a sensible understanding of what she was talking about.  “Here you go again with this bullshit,” he muttered, sensing a growing incertitude about her honesty, “You wanna defend her, that’s fine with me. I get all that, but don’t make it seem like… I’m stupid when you’re all blatantly lying to me. I don’t understand you all.” As he pulled his hands out of his face, Akemi saw the visible pain and the redness in his eyes. Something about his forlorn gaze made her heart ache inside. “I wouldn’t have been so angry if she just… just admitted the truth, you know? I wouldn’t have reacted violently if she wasn’t lying to my face. It’s like she’s mocking me, and now my son saw what kind of monster I am and he’s gonna hate me like I hated my father—”

“It’s not like that,” she cut him off and held his cheeks with both hands, wiping the faint tears that left his eyes, “Look, I’m with you, okay? I’m really sorry. I know everything’s confusing for you, but you’ll understand it one day. And you’re not a monster. Sachiro loves you very much.”

The light blues around Gojou’s irises were full of despair as Akemi pressed her forehead against his, allowing for the momentary silence to be his comfort in this long night. She could feel her heart increasing the pace of rhythm, pounding inside her chest for an unknown reason. Was it their close proximity or was it her sympathy for him? All she knew was that her desire at this very moment was for him to see her as his trusted confidante. It made her happy that he was opening up to her as though his words held no protective barrier for someone who was supposedly on your side. “When I first woke up after the accident, I’ve always wondered how things would have been if I didn’t remember my wife,” he confessed—his voice was soft and mellow, “Maybe she wouldn’t care. Maybe she would’ve been happier that way. But I do remember her, and everyone around me makes me think that I’m at fault for still having my memories of her. It hurts me so bad. Why do people look at me like… like I shouldn’t call her my wife?”

“Satoru…” Akemi ignored the clench inside her chest. “It’s not your fault.”

He denied it, though. He was honest enough with himself to be accountable with his actions. “It is my fault to begin with. I hurt her and cheated on her first. Even if I don’t remember the full extent of it, it still happened.” Satoru pulled away and looked down, feeling Akemi’s thumb brushing on his cheek. “I shouldn’t have married her selfishly. She wouldn’t have suffered if I had another wife.”

She decided to change the topic after sensing that it was heading to the memory lane—a road that he shouldn’t cross while in his current emotional state. “Are you mad at her because of tonight?”

“I don’t know how I feel,” his response was immediate, yet the answer was uncertain, “I’m angry, but I’m also guilty. It’s like I wanna be mad at her, but I can’t because it makes me a fuckin’ hypocrite. It’s the worst feeling in the world.”

His answer silenced her because there was nothing else Akemi could add onto it except be more empathetic to the man in front of him. Agreeing to him would mean betrayal to you, but disagreeing with him would make her ironhearted. Neutrality was her only choice. “I’m sorry. I understand why you think you deserve it, but it still doesn’t mean you should invalidate your feelings.”

Gojou sighed and pulled her into his arms, embracing her smaller frame into his long limbs. He must have realized that he was unconsciously putting her in a tough spot. “Thank you for being here. I really appreciate it,” he said apologetically, “I’m sorry you had to bother finding me like this.”

How could she tell him that she did want to be here? How could she tell him that she did want to keep comforting him? Her thoughts, on the other hand, were limited to just a few words. “I’ll always be here if you need me. I care for you.”

One of the most important things that a person suffering from depression must hear was that they had people caring for their well-being. That the world wasn’t against them nor should they feel that they were alone in their battle. Gojou needed to hear those words of reassurance in order to release the weight he was carrying all by himself.

And he didn’t really have to thank her more with his words because he was already showing it with his actions. As Akemi eventually convinced Satoru to head back home, she was able to breathe in relief now that her efforts of finding him were not in vain. It was her who stopped him from the possibility of harming himself. It was her who called his mother telling her that everything was fine. It was her who didn’t let go of his hand when he squeezed hers, deciding to keep their hand-holding moment as he drove around the city and dropped her off at her apartment. By the time he had to release her hand, she tightened her hold around him. “Are you sure you’ll be okay, Satoru?” she asked out of genuine worry, “I don’t think you should be driving back to the penthouse alone. Your hand was shaking the whole time.”

He kept his other hand on the steering wheel as he looked at the empty street. The amber hues coming from the lightpost managed to show the glint of hesitation in his eyes. “I’m not going home,” he ended up saying after a few minutes of silence, “I can’t face her right now.”

Right. Akemi tugged at his index finger. “What’s your plan now?”

“I’ll stay at a hotel.”

“You can’t be alone. I’ll drive you there.”

“I’m gonna be fine.”

“But…” Considering that it was dangerous for him to be all by himself, her offer was uttered with good intentions. “Do you wanna stay at my apartment tonight?”

She saw it in his eyes that he considered it, especially with the way he stared at her face and glanced at her lips. Akemi certainly didn’t imply anything else from that, but Satoru was the one who voiced out how wrong it was. “I don’t think my wife would be happy to know that I spent a night at your place.”

Her cheeks were soon suffused with heat. “Oh, that’s not… I mean, if you put it that way—”

“It’s fine. You were kind enough to offer,” he immediately retracted his statement and gave her a small smile. “Good night, ‘Kemi.”

It was crazy. How could a mere nickname make her heart flutter so much? She couldn’t tell how long it had been since she felt this way, but she didn’t reject the butterflies in her stomach as she hopped off of his McLaren and crouched down to peek at him. “I’ll tell your mom where to find you just in case,” she informed, stepping backwards. “Good night, ‘Toru.”

Gojou didn’t come home last night.

Worst of all, you had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for news about him which only arrived at 7 in the morning. It was a text message from Akemi who apologized for not having told you sooner that Satoru insisted on staying at a hotel because he refused to see you. There was clearly no other way to put it despite your friend’s attempts at sugarcoating the truth when you knew that your ex-husband would rather sleep on the street than to be in bed with you. It wasn’t your first time receiving that form of rejection from him, but the pain it gave you still felt all brand new.

Why were you even hurt? Was your pride injured now that the man you refused to acknowledge as your husband was no longer treating you as his wife? This was the reality of a divorce, wasn’t it?

Goddamn. Even the maids could tell that you weren’t in the best mood whenever Sachiro wasn’t in the room. In truth, your mask of a happy-go-lucky mother was all a façade to make your son believe that last night wasn’t as serious as his toddler mind might have perceived it. You were thankful enough that your little boy never once mentioned last night’s events, but he did look for his ‘dada’ and asked his nanny where he could find him. The excuse you made was that his father had to leave early, making you realize that convincing a toddler should now be one of your expertise because of how easily Sachiro listened to you.

On the other hand, you still owe others an explanation since you had been far too focused on your son and your ex-husband that you nearly forgot about Hearte, your family, and Toji who were all clearly waiting to hear from you. You didn’t know how and where to begin, but a message from your father telling you to “come home and bring Sachiro” was enough for you to finally get your driver to take you to the mansion and have that much needed conversation with your family.

There was a huge difference between your father and your sister when it came to confrontations. To hash over their variance in handling family-related issues, looking at their individual approach was a better way to show it. For starters, your father preferred to speak calmly, preparing you from discussing a heavy topic by focusing on the ones with lesser gravity first. He would choose other topics within the same radar just to keep you engaged in the conversation. “Did you hear news about your launch last night, darling?”

Despite your dad’s neutral voice, you could feel his eyes studying your body language from across the living room. You didn’t let him read it differently, however. “I called my PR manager this morning and she told me that the positive reviews from the articles helped bury the online backlash I received,” you explained as composed as you could, “They paid some of the paparazzi who saw Satoru, that’s why there are no articles about him last night. Only speculations.”

“Doesn’t mean no one else saw him,” he countered, putting his teacup on the saucer. While the passionflower tea you drank along with him was meant to induce a calming effect, your anxiety didn’t really decrease. “Am I gonna have to read all the horrible things these strangers are saying about my daughter?”

You briefly turned to your side and checked if Sachiro was still playing with Nina before you looked back at your father. “Dad, you shouldn’t even be reading those. Designers get backlash from time to time. The fashion industry in itself is harsh.”

Your father sighed and once again chose to beat around the bush. “Darling, you and I both know this hate isn’t rooting just from your designs at all.”

As for Gen, she went straight to the point while she descended the staircase together with Ian. “It’s all because of that ex-husband she’s still seeing,” she boldly claimed, keeping her frown until she found her spot on the full grain leather sofa. “What the hell did Satoru do to you last night? He had some serious guts showing up like that.”

“Gen, he lost his memories,” you reasoned out, trying to keep your composure even though your sister’s candidness was making you upset. “Be a little more understanding. He thought I didn’t invite him because I was having an affair.”

Gen crossed her arms and scoffed. “Isn’t it ironic? Let him get a taste of his own medicine. He’s so hurt that he even attacked you—”

“He didn’t attack me last night,” you defended, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. “I know you called my maid this morning and I don’t know what she said to you, but Satoru would never hit me.”

“That’s not my point,” she retorted with more dominance in her tone. “My point is, you decided to cohabit with your ex-husband on your own terms without consulting Dad and I first. I don’t even understand why you’re doing all this. It doesn’t matter if he has amnesia. Why are you trying to relive the same life you escaped three years ago?”

You avoided her eyes, and for the first time, remained stubborn with your decision. “It’s none of your business. I’m doing this for my son.”

You already foresaw that your sister would react strongly about your word of choice and Ian tried his best to hold his wife back from criticizing you. Still, you knew it wouldn’t work because nothing could stop an offended Gen who took umbrage from your words. “None of my business?” She let out a mirthless laugh. “My sister got treated like a doormat and it’s still none of my business? This is exactly why you can’t live with Satoru! You’re so fucking spineless. You have no backbone when it comes to him!”

Tears blurred your vision after hearing her words and you didn’t have enough time to process your emotions before you realized that you were balling your fists. “Do I really have to sit here and have my sister tell me what to do with my life?”

She stayed unfazed and unapologetic. That was simply how Gen was. “You’re hurt because you know it’s true.”

“Gen,” Ian mumbled, shaking his head as a warning.

“It’s not,” you still fought back insistently, voice trembling as you swallowed your weakness back in. “I literally told you before—I just want him to form a relationship with Sachi because I was so wrong for hiding our baby from him! My guilt is eating me the hell away every time I have to lie to him and pretend that he’s always been there for our son. Do you think that’s easy for me?!”

Instead of acknowledging the reason behind your decision, she was more interested in continuing the discourse. This was one of the reasons why you never told your family about the initial treatment you received from Satoru because an opinionated person like Gen would never willingly see things in another perspective but her own. For Gen, only her views and opinions mattered. For Gen, only her arguments were right, and she proved that again by forming a conclusion based on her personal assumptions. “So, what, you wanna continue playing house with him? What happens when Satoru gets you pregnant? You’re gonna stay with him again and expose yourself to his toxicity? And when you realize you can’t deal with it, do you think Toji will still accept you in his life? Use your head and not your heart for once. God.”

Her barrage of claims had you tearing up because it was hurtful in every sense. Not because it was true, but because it absolutely crushed you that even your sister chose to shame and antagonize you. “N-No matter what I do, you’re all blaming me!” There, your words were pouring out like waterfall just as tears continued to fill your eyes. “If I don’t stay with him, I'll be heartless and inconsiderate! If I stay with him, I-I’m stupid and spineless! Why can’t anyone just… just be on my side for once? Why doesn't anyone understand why I’m doing this? You all love to judge me… and say m-mean words to me… and make me look like a bad person. I’m not a bad person. I made wrong choices, but I’m owning up to it. I just want the best for my son and I-I want him to reconnect with his dad.”

Your sobbing had silenced Gen, possibly now filled with regret for being callous and insensitive towards you. The truth was, she would never really understand your point without experiencing it herself. How could she even understand it? After all, she had a perfect marriage and a husband who didn’t carry his baggage of personal traumas with him. Gen was out-of-touch from reality when it came to marriage and she knew so little about what it was like to be with someone who was full of flaws and imperfections. Although you could still try to talk her through it, you just no longer had enough energy to deal with all this hostility from strangers, from your ex-husband, from his mother, and most definitely from your sister. Perhaps she realized it, perhaps she felt bad for it, but never would she apologize for saying those things. “There’s no way else you’d understand it if I said it nicely.” As expected, she would still have the last word. “I tell you the harsh truth because I need you to wake up, Y/N.”

“Gen, that’s enough.” It was your father who decided to step in because you were already losing your mind from crying, thus, he took this chance to act as a mediator between his daughters. It was for the first time in fifteen years where you and your sister were fighting again, and the last time wasn’t exactly about a certain white-haired man. “Your sister needs to feel that we’re on her side, not make her feel that we’re her enemies. I don’t want to see you two fighting.”

Gen may have calmed down, yet nothing changed from her rigidity. “Stop babying her, Dad. She needs to stand up for herself instead of letting Gojou have this much influence on her life.”

“But he doesn’t!” you snapped, shooting a glare her way. “I said I’m doing this for Sachiro. You don’t even listen to a word I say! Stop being so controlling with my life and acting like you're mom! You’ll never fill in for her!”

When you’re angry, it’s true that sometimes we tend to say things that we didn’t mean. It happened at Bora Bora when you brought up Satoru’s abandonment issues, and now it happened again with your sister who was clearly shocked from the words that unhesitantly escaped your mouth. Even Ian was telling her to calm down and your dad was shaking his head, realizing that nothing good would come out of this argument. What did you expect? For Gen, who did everything to be a good sister to you, even if she did go overboard sometimes, this really hit a nerve. And you could tell how much it affected her when she backed away and walked out. “Fine. If you wanna ruin your life over that man, go fucking ruin it. I don’t care anymore. Don’t ever ask me for help.”

As even more tears streamed down your face, Ian was caught in the middle trying to chase his wife while apologizing to you. “Gen, come on,” he called before turning to you, “I’m really sorry about her, Y/N. I’ll try to talk to her.”

Being left alone with your dad was so much worse because you could see the disappointment in his eyes, but he would never voice it out knowing full well that it would hurt you. He always cared about your emotional well-being and tried to understand the reason behind your decisions even if he disagreed with it. What he offered you, on the other hand, was not advice but an order. A really strict one. “You’re staying back here in the mansion. I’ll get some people to take your things from the penthouse.”

“But Dad,” you cried, feeling a painful clench in your heart, “You don’t get it. Satoru needs me.”

“He needs you, or is it you that needs him?” Unfortunately for you, your father was already resolute with his decision. “A divorce is a divorce, Y/N. Just listen to Dad, okay?”

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After staying for two days at the hotel, Satoru thought that he was ready to face you and Sachiro again. While he couldn’t deny that thinking of you made him hurt and upset, he was missing his child and he decided that he would swallow his pride just so he could see his little boy again.

But when he returned to the penthouse, he didn’t know what to feel when he was greeted by the familiar faces of servants who were all taking your things out of the room. Internally, he was confused and he wanted to stop them from packing your bags and leaving not a trace of you behind. Externally, however, he was calm and he didn’t move an inch as he stood at the corner of the bedroom watching how every piece of you was disappearing from his sight. He did take his antidepressants this morning, so maybe that had some effect on his placid reaction now. It left him numb and emotionless to the point where it almost felt like he had lost a part of himself that would have reacted differently in this situation.

The only time he could feel a stronger emotion returning to him was when your father showed up inside the room, walking towards Satoru with a detached expression on his face. Out of respect, he gave his father-in-law a courteous bow and received a gentle pat on the back in return. “Dad, how are you?”

Your father looked surprised that his son-in-law wasn’t questioning your whereabouts at all. “I’m fine. Listen, Satoru…” he trailed off, gauging the extent of Gojou’s controlled emotions. “Y/N’s going to stay at my house. It’s not good for you and her to live under the same roof. If you wanna set an arrangement on when you could meet with Sachiro, you can contact me. But I suggest it’s better that you and my daughter keep your distance now.”

The old man might be expecting a violent reaction from him. He might be anticipating the Satoru who would throw a tantrum because his adulterous wife chose to move out instead of communicating with him first. On the flip side, Satoru showed none of that and only gave a quick “Okay.”

“Are you sure?” Your father felt like he was dreaming. “Y/N’s not gonna return here anymore. You understand that, right?”

Satoru could write a whole novel to describe the heartache that he was experiencing inside right now, but there was no point anymore. It wouldn’t change your failing marriage nor would it erase the things you both did to each other. And so, he agreed and faced your dad with no objections. “I don’t need to see Y/N, but I wanna see Sachi from time to time.”

‘What’s going through your head, Satoru?’ That message was visible in your father’s eyes who appeared to be extremely befuddled. “Of course, we can arrange that,” he said, sighing deeply. “I’m glad you’re not being difficult about this, son.”

Why? Well, Satoru had to admit that maybe this was for the best. He saw it coming, frankly. After your falling out and Sachiro’s possible trauma from it, he realized that he truly wasn’t ready to be in the same room with his wife and son again. Aside from the cheating and lies and the arguments, he just thought that it would be healthier for the child if his parents stayed away from each other for now. He could have left you traumatized because of his nearly violent outburst that night, so it was understandable why you had decided to leave.

Three years ago, when he knew it was him who did you wrong, he was the one who knelt on his knees and begged for you not to leave. This time around, he wouldn’t do all that. The situation was different and he was the one who got betrayed.

“She forgave me when I hurt her before,” he recalled a distant memory, “I have to do the same forgive her too, but I need some time away from her.”

At the mention of his previous situation and its parallel to this current one, his father-in-law looked like he wanted to clarify something. “Look, I know you don’t remember many things, but…” But what? Satoru couldn’t understand why the old man stopped in the middle of his sentence after glancing at Satoru’s many bottles of sertraline on the nightstand. After debating an internal thought, your father reconsidered his next few words. “Never mind. Get better, alright?”

How many times would people hold back from telling him about his past when they were all retracting the moment they learned about his mental fragility? He didn’t need pity and he definitely didn’t need more people lying to him. Why should a mere sight of antidepressant pills be more important than a man who was suffering from the missing details in his life? He was already tortured by the very little fragment of memories stored in his mind and it was getting exhausting trying to put the puzzle pieces together when none of them were being connected inside the frame.

Perhaps Satoru truly needed a break. He was lost and he distracted his mind by surrounding himself with those that did care about his well-being. His mother spent nearly every day coming to the penthouse together with her husband so they could look after him, Suguru and Shoko also did their part in visiting him to accompany his lonely nights, and he also had Akemi who took the time to call him every night just to check on him.

Yet there was not one text or call that came from you.

Did you hate him so much that you wouldn’t even address your extramarital relationship with Toji?

On the eight night ‘without you’, Satoru did some quick Google search on 7 Healthy Ways to Release Rage and the suggestions were these:

1. Throw or break something

He could easily do that, but he had already wrecked so much stuff just on the night of your confrontation alone; the marble console table, some Hermes china set, the Paradise vase sculpture that he had purchased at an auction, and a glass dining chair. Those alone costs roughly ¥3.5 million. Maybe he should think twice before going on a rampage again.

2. Scream

He considered that, but screaming at the top most part of the penthouse wouldn’t really do him any good. Straining his throat would only make him lose his voice, so he thought of  just saving this option for later.

3. Do a tough workout

Well, unlike the previous two, this one was more sensible. Gojou did pour more time in the gym recently, mostly running on the treadmill while his thoughts were also on a 100-meter sprint. He wanted to do boxing or mixed martial arts since combat fighting was a good way to handle anger management, but considering his recent car accident, the doctor did not allow him.

4. Journal

Between the both of you, Satoru wasn’t a journal type of guy. He was a businessman who preferred to be a speaker at his own meetings rather than be on the side taking down notes. If he wanted to release his emotions, he wanted to do it vocally and not through writing. He just couldn’t see writing as an avenue for him to release his negative emotions.

5. Change your surroundings

It had already changed. The moment you moved out, it hasn’t been the same since. He was living in a spacious penthouse all by himself and it was getting more and more lonely each day. Sometimes, he would wake up checking your side of the bed and completely forgetting that it was now unoccupied. Sometimes, he would eat dinner alone imagining how Sachiro would burst out of his room asking for fried chicken. Now there was just him and that alone was a big change in his daily routine that certainly shredded his heart into bits.

6. Destroy a physical representation of your anger

Physical representation like what? A photostrip of you? Your marriage certificate? He just couldn’t see himself ripping them out.

7. Verbalize your anger

Now that was a dangerous option because Gojou had always been contumelious towards you at the beginning of your marriage and he was disgusted at the reminder of it. He didn’t know what changed within him, and he knew that he was still the same man physically speaking, but something deep inside him just didn’t feel the same anymore. Was it truly all because of his love for you or did something else change from the past three years?

Satoru gave up in the end and concluded that there was only one way to distract himself from the unhealthy rage that was building inside of him: to focus his energy back on his multinational conglomerate, the Gojou Group. He was a Chairman and CEO—both head of the board of directors and head of the executive team. His role was crucial to the company and his long-term absence might affect his performance as the face and the leader of his business empire. Besides, poor Nanami had been an interim CEO for too long and it was about time that Satoru himself would resume to work.

Only Miwa knew about it initially because he had informed his secretary that he didn't want the employees to make a fuss about his return. However, even the blue-haired girl was so unprepared for his arrival that she nearly passed out rushing from the C-suite floor down to the lobby just to welcome him. There she was, panting out of breath and trying her best to look presentable in front of her boss. “Good morning, Chairman. Welcome back.”

As he stepped out of the sedan, Satoru fixed his cufflinks and had his bodyguards make way for him while he exchanged a few words with his favorite person in the office. “Your shirt is creased.”

Miwa, who obviously looked embarrassed, knew that her boss was just trying to make her feel more comfortable around him again. “We really missed you, Chairman.”

“I missed me, too.” That wasn’t a playful statement, rather, he was simply referring to the old him who was very passionate about business and its ever growing market. That Satoru cared about nothing else but to be named as the businessman of the decade, surpassing his father who held an impressive reputation among the pool of top entrepreneurs. It was a nice, nostalgic feeling to inhale the expensive leathery smell of the office again while being greeted by his employees who all scrambled just to get a glimpse of him. He could even hear murmurs along the lines of ‘Is that really Mr. Satoru?’ and ‘Is he really back?’ and the best one yet, ‘Isn’t he suffering from amnesia?’. In a snap, the environment changed. The administrative staff, the receptionists, and even the cleaning personnels all dropped what they were doing to give him a 90-degree bow as he walked past them towards the glass elevator. Satoru simply waved them off and told them not to pay him much attention, but he did appreciate the welcome he received from his employees.

Now, what would the C-suite floor look like?

It was different. Very, very different from the last time he remembered it. There were many new faces, especially those in the executive positions, and they looked particularly stunned that the owner of this company was walking down the hall on the way to his office. But before he could ask Nanami about the unrecognizable faces that now made up his executive team, the blond’s first reaction amid talking to his secretary was to drop the documents that he was holding.

“Good. I love your reaction the most,” Gojou joked, patting the man’s back and nodding at his male secretary who picked up the documents on the floor, “Do you have a meeting?”

Nanami glanced back and forth between Miwa and Satoru as if trying to ask the girl why she never mentioned anything about her boss’ unexpected arrival. It was almost as if he would be scratching his head if the chairman wasn’t looking at him. “I do, in a while,” he still answered, massaging the build up of stress on his temples, “Gojou-san, are you permitted to work again?”

In truth, the doctor recommended that he rest more. On the other hand, Satoru insisted that he was ready to come back and that his absence was long overdue. He would never admit to Nanami that the reason he was forcing himself to manage the business again was because he had nothing else to pay attention to in his lonely life. His wife already abandoned him and he was still hesitant about meeting with his son, afraid that the little boy might push him away, so what else could he do? Nothing was left at his penthouse but an empty home and an incompetent white-haired man who couldn’t retrieve his complete memories. The world must be laughing at him.

“I’m fine,” he said while putting on his charade of a composed businessman. Satoru soon turned to Miwa to give his orders, “I wanna see all the backlogs, especially operations, marketing, and financial reports. I need to know all the industry developments that have been implemented and businesses that have been acquired for the past year. I also want all the names of the executive team, including their staff.” Then he looked back at his interim CEO whose dark circles were getting more and more prominent. “Nanami, if you have time, come to my office.”

The power of being a chairman was similar to that of an emperor—just one word and all of his subordinates would be on their knees obeying his commands. Unfortunately for Miwa, her days would become hectic again since Satoru would need to catch up on everything he missed during his absence. A perfectionist and a meticulous businessman like him would not settle for just a general overview, but a fully detailed report on every change that happened within the Gojou Group while he was on medical leave. For now, however, it was too early to overwhelm his executive staff. What he had to focus on was to speak with the most sensible man in his life so far.

“You look like you need a vacation.” Satoru’s statement was indeed an offer as he sat on his office table and looked at Nanami from the sofa. The blond’s cheeks were sunken as if the company was sucking the life out of him. Meanwhile, the one who should have shouldered all of his stress was now feeling immensely guilty. “If there are no upcoming projects, I can take over.”

Nanami loosened his tie and leaned on the backrest. “No, this month’s crucial. I’m gonna meet with potential investors at the convention center.”

“Right, the business expo on Friday?” Gojou hummed, grabbing his coffee mug to take a sip. “I’ll come with you.”

“Didn’t you say you wanna focus on Y/N and your son last time we saw each other?” Even though the blond asked him that question, his countenance suggested that he knew more about what had truly unfolded behind closed doors. “Something must’ve happened for you to show up today.”

Wasn’t it pointless to hide anything from this man? Nanami had that certain gaze—one where it seemed like he could see straight to his soul, so Satoru had no choice but to end up disclosing the truth. “I know my mom told you. Y/N moved out and she took my son with her.”

There was not even a scintilla of surprise in Nanami’s eyes, basically confirming that he truly had heard about it beforehand. “What’s your plan? Start working so you can pretend it didn’t happen? Drown yourself with workload to fill the void of her absence?”

“Looks like it.”

“Satoru, what you need is therapy—”

“Well, she fuckin’ cheated on me and now she’s hiding behind the shadows pretending that I don’t exist anymore. I don’t know if I should be offended that she made her father talk to me instead of dealing with me herself.” He didn’t expect that his pique had already accumulated and that Nanami had to hear him go on a rant. But at least, it was helping Gojou release the bottle of what had been burdening his mind for the past days. “I would’ve forgiven her easily, you know? I love her so much that I’d forgive her and listen to her and be stupidly in love with her. All I really needed right now is space, not a total separation, because I know for a damn fact that I deserved a taste of my own medicine, too. But for her, it’s like she gave up on our marriage because she wants to be with Toji so bad.”

Nanami tilted his head, analyzing the situation from his own perspective. “Did you try to stop her when she moved out?”

The line on Satoru’s mouth tightened a fraction more. “What’s the point? Her father was looking at me like he was gonna sue me for harassment if I ever said no,” he said before adding, “But then again… I also thought it’s best that we stay away from each other and cool our heads off for Sachiro’s sake. I wanted to kill myself after I scared my son. I couldn’t think straight since that night, and it just pains me that she doesn’t seem to care about what I’m going through at all.”

If he was in a TV series, Satoru genuinely believed that the viewers might be wondering why he was showing such a temperamental mood. His emotions were volatile like a graph on economic fluctuations going up and down, up and down, and never steady. Look, the viewers should also take into consideration that Gojou’s mental health wasn’t the most stable ever since the car accident. That wasn’t an excuse for his disorderly thoughts, that was a plain fact.

“Just because she’s not communicating with you, doesn’t mean she’s acting like nothing happened. There could be a million reasons why she’s keeping her distance,” Nanami proposed the idea to help his colleague understand the bigger picture, “She knows you’re emotionally fragile, so she might be avoiding you for your sake.”

A soft sigh managed to escape from Satoru’s pink lips. “That’s wishful thinking.”

The blond shrugged. “Leaves me baffled that you didn’t try to confront Toji Zen’in about this. I’d have to deal with the media again had you gone on a rampage on him.”

Christ. Even the utterance of the guy’s full name was enough to ruin Satoru’s day. That pretentious, wife-stealing douche. He simply didn’t want to talk about his rival, so instead, he asked his interim CEO a bunch of questions about some certain gaps in his memories. One of which was him wondering why Mei Mei was no longer the Finance Director, and he was told that she was sued by the Gojou Group because of an embezzlement case. Shocking news to say the least. Satoru was appalled that the person he used to trust the most ended up betraying him. How could Mei Mei do that? He couldn’t even believe she would do such a thing. But moving on to the second question, he also inquired about what Nanami knew regarding the status of his father. All this time, Satoru thought that his father was dead because no one else was kind enough to tell him the truth, but unlike the others, Nanami actually gave him some useful information and confirmed to him that his father had become bedridden after falling from the grand staircase—which then led them to the third question; the absence of Eula. Gojo knew that he should have asked Yuuta instead of Nanami, but it didn’t scandalize him as much when the latter revealed that the evil stepmother was spending her years in jail. Good for her. He couldn’t remember how that happened and he had a million things to ask about the process of her imprisonment, but that was where Nanami drew the line.

Fine, then. So that long conversation ended with Satoru telling him that he didn’t really recall why he appointed the blond as an interim CEO, but fragments of memories involving Nanami were stored in his brain nonetheless. He could remember the meeting with the board of directors where he was thanking Nanami for restoring the Gojou Group. He could remember the talk they had in his office where he joked about giving the man a year-long vacation leave. He could remember knocking at his apartment at midnight begging him to help save his company. What Gojou couldn’t remember was why exactly did he need Nanami’s urgent support to rebuild his company? Why did he sound so desperate as if he couldn’t do it all on his own? Why was there very little to no articles written about the decline of the Gojou Group back in 2021?

Fuck. It was too overwhelming. Too confusing. Too frustrating. The information was barely making any sense to him and he inevitably suffered a headache that night while laying in his king-sized bed alone in his abysmal thoughts. Trying to connect the dots was an extreme mental exercise and he had to take a breather so he could slowly process all of the new information that was willingly given to him.

Maybe it was the serenity of the night. Maybe his mind was just too exhausted to function. Maybe it was your absence that made him feel hollow inside. But when Satoru tried to close his eyes to submit himself in a long sleep, he didn’t expect that he would feel a sudden shooting ache on the left side of his head.

“Gen…” Satoru didn’t know what to say.

But to assist him in speaking up, Gen was the one who delivered a hard, crisp slap on his cheek that deservingly left a bright red mark on his flesh. “You don’t know how long I’ve been holding back on you.”

He recognized her unsteady voice—a tone that was a combination of hurt, anger, and spite. It gave him a sense of fright when he looked down and swallowed hard. “I-I’m sorry. I know it’s hard to believe, but I really genuinely love Y/N. I just…”

“You have the audacity to face my family after shamelessly cheating on her!” She pushed his chest, but he was willing to have more. “You treated her like a doormat and took her kindness for granted! You disgust me.”

Warm droplets escaped Satoru’s sunken eyes. “I’m sorry.”

That was all he could do. Apologize. He couldn’t say he didn’t do it because that was a lie. He also couldn’t say that he changed because that would be an insult to Gen who, from the start, made Satoru promise to never hurt her sister.

“Satoru, all we ever asked was for you to take care of her.” Pain laced her voice as she uttered each word. “You could have easily said that you didn’t want to marry her instead of putting her through so much fucking misery. How could you treat her like a game? How could you use her like a toy? You only married her because you wanted to acquire our company? Because you wanted to be CEO? You’re a fucking asshole! I can’t believe I even let Ian help prosecute that goddamn criminal for you. But you know what? You and your family are all the same.”

Due to that extremely vivid flashback, Satoru was forced to sit up in bed to try and breathe enough air that he appeared to have lost. This was the second instance where he had a flash of images and echo of voices appearing on his mind like a clip from a movie scene, but this time around, he could finally differentiate what was a phantasm and what was a real memory. His nightmares—no matter how fucked up—were all in his head, but his flashbacks gave him a much deeper sensation of being ‘in that moment’. Like deja vu. And now he was chasing his breath and racking his brain because of how much it affected him. His eyes were stretching in fear, his face was stricken, his breathing was caught in his throat—all but a normal response of a person who was just finding out that his sister-in-law had been made aware of the graveness of his infidelity and selfishness. It was his anxiety that made him reach for his phone to dial your number the first thing, because with anything that brought him triggering memories, his subconscious reaction was to fall back on his safety net—you.

“H-Hey, Satoru.”

Not even two rings and you already answered the phone before he could drop it. Worst of all, Gojou didn’t notice that he had you on FaceTime and you could see how ashen his face had become. In that millisecond where he debated whether or not to hang up, he suddenly heard Sachiro’s voice. His son, his only child whom he hadn’t seen for days because of his cowardice. Since the opportunity presented itself, Satoru realized that he had a good reason for calling you at all.

But you were still speaking while he was just cutting out of trance. “Are you okay? I-I didn’t think you’d still talk to me—”

“I didn’t call to talk to you,” he replied rather curtly, “I wanna see how my son’s doing.”

Despite only being visible on the phone’s screen, he could still see the hurt in your face when he said that. “Of course… He’s, uh,” you moved the phone towards the bathtub, showing his little boy covered in bubbles, “he’s taking a bath. Sachi, say hi to daddy.”

“Dada!” Sachiro rushed to look at his father from behind the screen and it was the only time when Gojou finally calmed down after going through a whirlwind of emotions. “Sachi miss Dada!”

Satoru’s eyes stung. “I miss my little boy, too. I’m sorry for how Dada acted last time. Are you… are you still mad at me?”

As innocent as he was, the toddler shook his head and played with his rubber duck on the water’s surface. “No, Mama said Dada isn’t bad.”

He couldn’t really speak because he was so affected by his son’s words that he froze like a solid block of ice. It wasn’t like he should do a 180 turn and suddenly be all grateful and sprightly around you for not painting him as a villain in your son’s eyes. It also wasn’t like he should confront you about Toji and ruin this moment, too. But aside from those two, how could he address his flashback while keeping a safe boundary in between?

“I gotta go.” He chose to flee, blinking twice in the same second as he slightly moved the phone out of his face. “I’ll come see you soon Sachi, okay? Good night. I love you.”

“‘Kay. Night night, Dada. ‘Wuv you.”

You appeared on the screen before he could actually press the red button. “Wait, Gojou. I… just, I just wanna tell you that you’re free to see him anytime. Please don’t think that I’m keeping him away from you. Just tell me when and I’ll bring him to you if I’m not busy or—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he muttered, holding his breath as he stared at his estranged wife. “I think I’m starting to understand why Gen is so angry with me.”

“Wh-What do you mean?”

“I don’t know…” he didn’t give the full details of his flashback.

“Please. Can we talk a little more?”

The answer was, “No.” and “I gotta go.”

Satoru couldn’t exactly imagine how you would have felt after that phone call conversion, but he assumed that the way it ended probably had you overthinking. Truthfully, he didn’t want to act cold around you, but your marital tension just reached a point where he wasn’t sure of how he should control his emotions whenever he was speaking to you. With so many unexplained questions, so many untackled issues, and so many repressed feelings, this miscommunication could officially set the stone for your legal separation.

And just how unapologetic could the world be? Because when he thought he could just go back to his normal routine of reviewing backlogs in the office the next day, he didn’t expect to receive a visitor who was clearly hot under the collar as Miwa nervously peeked in to inform Satoru about the fast approaching man from a rival company in 4th Street. “Chairman, someone wants to speak to you.”

“Let them in,” he ordered, not once looking up while typing on his computer.

Toji Zen’in didn’t waste another second before he stormed in. “Satoru, we need to talk about Y/N.”

Under the table, Gojou was clenching his hand into a fist. “It’s business hours. If you’re not gonna talk about business, you can find the door to your left,” he muttered under his breath, eyes glued on the monitor screen. “Because of you, my employees are distracted. Are you gonna hold yourself accountable for the hours they’d spend gossiping on the floor instead of being productive?”

“Don’t avoid the conversation. You know we need to talk about her,” the raven-haired man impatiently insisted. “I have a lot of patience with people, but don’t go around treating Y/N like dirt again. I’d never let it slide.”

For the first time in a long while, Satoru felt the same rage he had for his father again. But the recipient was no longer a kin of his, and instead, an audacious lover of yours. “Is this how you fooled my wife?” he challenged, getting up from his seat to meet with Toji face-to-face. “You manipulated her into having an affair with you, is that it? Depending on your answer, I can either slam my fist on your face or I can ask my bodyguards to drag you away. Both will be humiliating, but you’re in my territory, so.”

Toji didn’t budge. In fact, he stood his ground and succumbed to a staring contest with Satoru. “I never did such a thing. She’s not a cheater like you.”

That statement made Gojou grab the man by the collar. “My wife is having an affair. Is that not cheating to you?”

The man drew in a deep breath as though he was left with no choice, as though he was cornered on a dead end, and that was because he was about to utter one of the most ridiculous claims about your and Satoru’s marriage. “She’s not your wife. She hasn’t been for the past three years.”

At first, Gojou let out a scornful laugh. Next, he tightened his grip on Toji’s coat while feeling an inexplicable pain in his chest. “Don’t fuck with me. I already warned you.”

“I’m not fucking with you,” stated his rival, rigidly firm. His unflinching mien was beginning to mess with Satoru’s head. He couldn't understand why there was no trace of hesitation on his face. “You’re divorced. Everybody’s been hiding it from you because you don’t remember it and she’s just obligated to act like your wife again—”

“Just fuck off!” Satoru’s voice ascended into a murderous falsetto and the veins on his neck were standing out in livid ridges. “You’re being absurd. Those claims don’t make any fucking sense!”

Toji shoved Gojou’s hands away. “Yes, they do. Ask yourself and think it through. Why else would everyone be tight-lipped about your past?”

“I don’t believe you,” he denied, laughing at how ridiculous this whole conversation was. “We’d never divorce. You can keep dreaming. I don’t know what bullshit agenda this is.”

“You gave her all the right reasons to file one.” Your lover took this as a sign to retreat as if his job for the day was done. “If you don’t believe it, go to the Tokyo District Court and ask for a copy of your divorce papers. And if you’re mad at Y/N for hiding it, why don’t you direct your anger back to your mother who pressured her into living with you again?”

Before Satoru could gather his thoughts together, Toji was already walking away. He was already stomping past Nanami who came in all too late to stop the heated argument. Even from the door, he could see the staff trailing their eyes on the Zen’in Group’s CEO while Satoru was left deeply upset, befuddled, and devastated. He was at sixes and sevens trying to solve the puzzle in his head, but his rage was suppressing him from thinking rationally. He wasn’t angry because he thought Toji was lying, he was angry because he knew deep inside that the possibility of it being true was very likely.

In spite of his grudge towards that man, he was right. The divorce was the only fitting answer to most of the questions that he kept throwing on people. Whenever they said, ‘You don’t remember things’ or ‘Things will make sense soon’ or ‘It’s not what you think it is’—this was the answer behind those statements. This was the reason why you had been adamant on denying that you were cheating. This was the reason why you often declined Gojou’s affections. This was the reason why your eyes didn’t hold the same love as they had before.

“Gojou-san, are you okay?”

“Chairman, do you need anything?”

Not noticing that Nanami and Miwa were both staring at him in concern, Satoru closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the window wall. “Nanami,” he spoke cautiously, “What’s the whole story behind the divorce?”

There was a gasp that came from his blue-haired secretary, but the blond man was calm and straightforward in handling the situation. “I don’t think you’re ready to hear it.”

Satoru had to restrain his frustrated screams from coming out because there was nothing more painful than knowing that the woman he loved was no longer his wife. Nanami was right. He truly wasn’t ready and he wasn’t sure if he ever would be.

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“Toji, why did you do that?!”

You worked your anxiety by pacing the room, but nothing was preventing your urge to just cry it all out. It had been a year since you started seeing Toji and yet this was the very first time where you two were engaged in an argument. You didn’t think that you would have a reason to get mad at him and you never expected that he would ever go out of his way to intervene on your issue with Satoru. Because for God knows how long, wasn’t Toji a patient man? Wasn’t Toji the one who chose to stay in his lane? Wasn’t Toji the kind of person who understood things in all perspectives the same way you did? That was what drew you to him in the first place. That was how he peeled off the bandages on your bruised heart on the very night you met at the auction.

So, then why, just why did he confront your ex-husband and tell him about the divorce like it was his business?

“You know he’s going through a tough time!” you spoke in a suffocating whisper, voice trembling. Whether you were snarling or just generally biting back your cries, it was hard to know the difference. “You have no right to reveal that information to him! I was supposed to… I…” you tried to catch air in the middle of your sentence like a fish panting for breath, “I’m the one who should have said it. He’s very fragile right now. You have no consideration!”

Toji tightened his grip on the banister as he stared blankly at the cityscape. The guttural breath that he had pushed out of his larynx was loaded with disbelief. “And you have consideration? Did you consider that I’m going through a tough time, too?” he questioned, turning back to you. “He deserves to know it. I did it for his and your sake.”

“You did it for your sake!” you clapped back without thinking much because you were in a state of deep apprehension now that your little secret had been wrapped open, “I have a son with Satoru and I’m struggling enough on how to lessen the blow of our divorce and you just—I can’t believe you did this. You don’t get to meddle with my previous marriage.”

“Are you actually yourself right now?” This back-and-forth, especially the ones coming out from your mouth, was putting your fiancé at a loss of words. “Is this your way of telling me to fuck off and mind my own business?”

The look on his face. You knew it was coming; the hurt in his eyes, the frown on his lips, the soundless scoff he had released. Two people on the balcony. Two meters apart. Yet the sudden disconnect between his feelings and yours felt like you were thrown into two billion light years of solitude. Only now did you wake up from your senses and realized that you were the selfish and insensitive one for having uttered such pachydermatous statements. “Toji, I’m—”

“You’re my fiancé, Y/N,” his voice overpowered yours, “At his current state of mind, he could easily lay a finger on you and you’re mad because I protected you? I’m the groom who got walked out on, yet I’m the bad guy for telling your ex-husband that you’re divorced? You imply that I’m selfish, but am I not the one who allowed you to cohabit with him? Fuck knows what you two are doing sharing a damn fuckin’ bed! Did I ever question you about it? Did I ever suspect you? No, I didn’t because I trusted you when you said you’re doing it for Sachiro. I put my trust in you when you said you’re only doing this to help Gojou remember. If you really wanna help him remember, why’s it taking you so long to just tell him the truth?”

Placing a hand on your forehead, you paced around the balcony while wishing that you could just disappear from this world and plummet into an empty void where no other sensation could ever reach you. “It’s not that easy, Toji. I’m in a really conflicting situation and I just don’t want him to hurt himself because of me. I wanna lessen the damage,” you reasoned, tearfully. “I did him wrong, too. We both know I did.”

Toji spent a minute or two staring at the night sky, drawing in long deep breaths before he decided on a response. The colors of his eyes were dull as if they had given up trying to find the tiniest speck of love in yours. “I don’t think this is still about your guilt or his amnesia anymore,” he claimed, soon looking at your eyes and searching for the truth behind your lenses. “Just admit it. You enjoyed this whole domestic family charade that you have going on and you’re upset with me because you wanted it to last longer. You wanna live in that lie forever if you could.”

“That’s not true!” you adamantly denied and let your hand clasp his forearm.

But he, too, was just as resolute. “It is true,” was his earnest claim, “I’ve thought about this a lot and if we’re just going down this path, maybe we should just call off the wedding—”

“No. Please, Toji… It’s nothing like that.” You never understood how far your desperation could get until you’ve heard those words flying out of Toji’s mouth. “I love you. I do. You’ve been there for me when I was at my lowest.”

He displayed a mirthless smile, laughing inwardly because your words were sounding more and more shallow to him. “Yeah, ‘cause you never would’ve looked my way if he was nice to you from the start, right?”

“Don’t say that, please.” Your grip around his arm tightened. “I genuinely am in love with you.”

“I told you not to say words you don’t mean.”

“But I mean it…”

“You’re saying that you could love me more than you’ve ever loved Gojou?”

You should have had an answer, right? You should have responded straight away, right? You should have opened your mouth and gave him the affirmation that he needed. But you didn’t. And the worst part about that was the fact that he knew it himself that you couldn’t say yes.

The thing was, your life had become a movie and Toji was merely in the audience. You were an actress following a script every time you woke up next to Satoru, portraying the old version of you—his beloved wife—as you lived in this motion picture about a happily married couple living in a penthouse with their adorable son, trying to rebuild their relationship as if the only problem the husband has ever had was losing insignificant memories that had no effect on his current marriage.

In that cinematic screen, you couldn’t fit Toji in it. He had no place in it. He had no role to take to even be a part of it.

So, if he was walking away now before the credits could even roll, it shouldn’t affect you because he was just part of the audience. You shouldn’t break the fourth wall and go out of character. No. So, why were you hugging him from the back and refusing to let him go? Why were you allowing yourself to be engulfed by the shallowness of your fear in losing the only person who had always been on your side?

“I’m sorry I exposed your divorce to him and ruined what you two have right now.” It was him who spoke first and obliterated you with guilt by the immense power of his words alone. “Take that as an ultimatum to leave me if you like. I won’t hold a grudge. You already ran away from me once.”

You held onto his shirt and nearly ripped it off, devastated by the thought of having the whole world against you. All eyes, killing you with their gazes and judging your every move. Desperation then escaped from your mouth. Desperation, desolation, dejection. “Please don’t turn your back on me, too. Please,” you whispered, leaning your head against the broadness of Toji’s back, “Y-You’re the only person in this world who understands me.”

To think of the times you ran to him while you were suffering as a neglected wife, who were you going to run to now if he left you?

“You’re staying for all the wrong reasons, Y/N.” Despite saying that, he still turned around and touched your delicate cheek with his right hand. His thumb ran over your cheekbones to wipe the faint tears from them. “You’re making the same mistake you did.”

You couldn’t identify the allusions behind his phrases. What you did know was that you couldn’t let Toji Zen’in walk out of your life. “I can’t lose you.”

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In this business convention, there were three different lenses to view it from.

The first was from the eyes of the Zen’in Group’s heir, Megumi, who stood side-by-side next to his flaxen-haired uncle as they walked along the event hall, passing a throng of men and women in corporate attire. Because his father had to have that emotional exchange with you the other day, the CEO insisted that he had to rest his mind and that his presence wasn’t really crucial in this annual business convention. The proxy he sent was none other than Naoya Zen’in, and Megumi only had to accompany him to ‘take some notes from the best businessman in the family’ or so the blond said. Honestly, Megumi knew that Naoya simply wanted him around because the man didn’t have the level of persuasion that his father possessed when dealing with foreign investors. With Megumi around, Naoya could easily redirect the attention to ‘Toji’s son’ and use the said son as a shield if none of the deals were successful.

What a scoundrel.

“You’ve been faking your confidence there for the past few minutes,” mumbled Naoya in a teasing manner, “Is it nerve racking to be in a room full of professional people?”

“And you’ve been faking your blond hair for the past decade,” Megumi bit back, rolling his eyes and searching through the crowd. “Worry about yourself first.”

He didn’t have to look to know that his uncle was offended. “Hah? What’s my hair got to do with this? I’ll tell Toji-kun you’re being a bully!”

You see, Megumi couldn’t understand how such a childish man became the Zen’in Group’s Chief Marketing Officer at one point. But to spare himself of this ridiculousness, he decided to change the direction of their conversation to something worth talking about. “What do you think is gonna happen to Y/N-san and the whole revelation of the divorce?”

“Who cares? Didn’t she blatantly tell Toji-kun to fuck off? I heard it.” A shrug was barely even given by Naoya. “I really liked her. She’s a dream to have in our family, but if she’s gonna be rude to Toji-kun, then I’d rather that we just cut our ties with her.”

The younger man took a deep breath and exhaled it into a sigh. “I don’t know. I just feel like Y/N-san is deeply scarred. She’s trying to do her best for Sachi, trying to fit into everyone’s demands, trying to overcompensate for her mistakes, yet she still ends up being seen as an enemy.”

“Well, she’s a flawed person, nonetheless. You can’t deny that.” Naoya seemed to have found his nephew’s argument entertaining. With a smirk playing on his lips, he tilted his head and looked at him. “Hold on, are you taking her side right now? Over your own father?”

He shook his head and denied it. “I don’t have to take sides. I know my dad. And besides, I’m just saying what Maki-san told me when we had this conversation.”

Unfortunately, he could never expect his uncle to agree with women even if his life was on the line. “Of course, she’d find an excuse for Y/N. She’s a woman. Women stick together like bacterias.”

“That’s misogynistic—”

“Fushiguro!”

Goddamn. Just from the voice alone, Megumi could tell that it was a certain pink-haired, goggle-eyed boy from his school who was running up to him in this business expo of all places. They just graduated high school over a few weeks ago, yet the boy was already acting like he hadn’t seen Megumi in years.

“What’re you doing here?” he immediately asked Itadori whose beam was so bright it nearly blinded him. Megumi just couldn’t fathom the logic behind the sudden rapid beating of his heart or the heat that was lingering on his cheeks now that his ‘friend’ showed up. How did Yuuji even manage to pull such emotions out of him?

Unlike him, however, the boy was oblivious as he straightened the collar of his business suit. “Onii-chan wanted me to come.”

That answer sparked Naoya’s interest. “Sukuna’s here?” And as much as he tried to act indifferent about it, Megumi could read through his body language that the man was dying to speak to ‘Sera’s boyfriend’ after their last encounter. In fact, she might even be here tonight, too. Naoya was being too obvious with his curiosity. “Where’s he?”

Itadori nodded and pointed towards his left to where Sukuna was. “He’s talking to an investor.”

The blond secured his gaze on the tech mogul, grabbing a glass of champagne from the waiter before patting Yuuji’s back. “You think there’s a good chance your brother will pursue that contract with us for the project?”

“I think so,” answered Itadori, “He said he’s gonna do it so I could be around Fushiguro more.”

Megumi wished that he could hide the redness of his cheeks. “No way he said that.”

Naoya sneered at his nephew, on the other hand. “Fushiguro, huh? Isn’t that your mother’s last name? Why does Yuuji-kun call you that?”

“He said he doesn’t wanna be recognized as a Zen’in,” the pink-haired boy answered for him, moving a few steps forward so he could be next to his friend. “He’s a very lowkey guy.”

“Only around you,” was the blond’s assumption, smirking at Megumi before gesturing towards Sukuna’s direction. “I’m gonna go and talk to him.”

And just like that, Megumi was alone with the boy he had been thinking of every day. When did he start feeling this type of way, you may ask? Well, he couldn’t fucking tell to be honest. He was just as confused and just as in denial when he tried to clear his throat and let that awkward silence swallow them among the general clatter in the World Trade Center.

As for Yuuji, his solution to avoid all the bustling in this business convention was to grab Megumi by the shoulder and drag the boy along with him. “Come on.”

“Wait, where are we going?” He was already being hauled like rag doll before he even got to ask and judging by the floor Yuuji pressed when they stepped inside the elevator, it looked like the salmon-haired boy was heading for the observation deck. “Itadori, I don’t think we should—”

“Would you rather stay there and talk about money and politics with old businessmen?” He made a playful point and nudged Megumi’s rib, “Or would you rather be up there with me staring at the cityscape and talking about how our college life is gonna be?”

Perhaps Naoya could learn a thing or two from Itadori’s persuasion skills.

From the second lens in that business convention, Yuuta found it comical when he crossed paths with his girlfriend’s cousin and saw him getting dragged by a new friend of his. He hasn’t met the other boy before, but they must be close enough that the Zen’in heir (otherwise known for his seemingly aloof personality) was hanging out with him.

On a similar note, Yuuta was in the business convention because Nanami invited him and he did take the chance to attend since this was a good experience that he could bring with him back to his prestigious university in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Just the overall ambiance of being around entrepreneurs, investors, stockholders, and the geniuses behind these companies was a very intimidating experience to say the least. Just another year more in Harvard and he would be back here in Tokyo representing the Gojou Group alongside his brother. Could anything be more perfectly planned out than this? The thought of it alone was enough to inspire him.

Speaking of, the chairman and his ICEO was still not in attendance by the time Yuuta arrived, only having spot Secretary Miwa in the event halls sans her bosses who were obviously running late. He took that opportunity to approach the blue-haired girl, poking her cheek from behind and earning her flushed face as she turned around to meet his eyes. “Hey, Miwa-chan.”

“Yuuta-kun?” It was followed by her nervous laughter. “Chairman didn’t say you were going to come.”

He chuckled and placed his hands inside his pockets. “I don’t think he knows, actually. I wanted to tell him that I’m about to head back to the US in two days, but he’s been unreachable recently. I also tried to visit him at the penthouse and he's never there.”

“Oh, he… uh,” Miwa hesitated, looking a bit downcast from his stepbrother's poignant situation, “he comes and goes. He’s having a really difficult time right now with Ms. Y/N and Sachiro.”

How could Yuuta overlook that? He had been too occupied by his weekly visits to his mother in jail, his steady love life with Maki, and just generally enjoying the nostalgia of Tokyo that he forgot how Satoru wasn’t exactly living a very stable life like he was. “Are they okay? Still living together?”

Miwa shook his head while they made their way to the nearest lounge area. “It’s complicated,” she began, “Chairman’s been told they’re divorced, but he doesn’t understand why. He doesn’t seem ready to accept it, either. All he’s been doing for the past days is to shut himself off from the world, even from Ms. Y/N, because he’s scared of hearing the confirmation of the divorce from her.”

Was Yuuta shocked? He was more sympathetic, if anything. Remembering how his stepbrother flew to the US just to search every corner of New York and have that proper closure with you, Yuuta was a witness to the depression that consumed the man back then after the divorce. He traversed the event horizon and ended up getting sucked into a blackhole with a gravitational force so strong that nothing could ever escape it. He was so broken, so shattered, so devastated that he couldn’t accept the plain reality that you and him were no longer bound by marriage. If Satoru himself had a hard time swallowing the thought of the divorce, it was no longer surprising to know that even the amnesiac version of himself was doing twice as much.

Maybe one day, when his body exhausted all of its fuels trying to live a life without having you as his wife, maybe that would force all of his pain out of his core until he would detonate as a red giant in a spiraling galaxy. Like a supernova. And later on, a complete collapse of massive clouds of gas. He would become his own blackhole. An abyss of nothingness and he would be deep in the center as his own singularity.

Before that could happen, Yuuta suggested an idea. “I think you should really convince nii-san to undergo therapy again. It could help him, you know? He’d be guided on how to handle his emotions in a healthy way.”

Miwa agreed, but also stayed true to herself. “Only Ms. Y/N can convince him.”

Yuuta ended up sighing, massaging his temples and realizing that none of them truly had as much influence on Satoru Gojou’s life as you did. “Maki and I see each other everyday, but we never talked about our families because we didn’t want our relationship to be subjected to external influence,” he told the blue-haired girl, “Is that selfish of us?”

Despite agreeing, Miwa still had a sad smile on her face. He didn’t understand the reason behind the loneliness in her eyes when she answered, “No, you wanna protect your relationship because you cherish her. It’s not selfish.” Her smile then faltered as she avoided his eyes. “I just think that, with everything that you went through, it’s completely understandable that you don’t want to give her the same toxic environment that your family had.”

“Well, Maki’s levelheaded,” Yuuta paused only to laugh softly, “she’s resilient, rational, and straightforward. Dad’s practically gone and Mom’s in jail, so we wouldn’t have the same suffocating presence around us like nii-san and nee-chan did. The only problem we have is the long distance thing. In two days, I have to say goodbye to her again.”

Miwa looked up at his eyes. A sincere, gentle look. “You’ll be fine. You’re committed and loyal. You just have to wait for a year and be with her again.”

“You think?” He offered her a grin. “Hey, do you wanna see me off before I fly back to America? I’d really love it if Miwa-chan could keep me company before I depart.”

She hesitated. “Um, won’t Maki-san…?”

The shake of his head was already an answer in itself. “No, she has to attend an important family matter that day.”

“Okay, then,” she agreed straight away, “I’ll be there with you at the airport.”

About ten meters away from Yuuta and Miwa, the third lens came from the infamous secretary at the Gojou Group who once caught herself entangled in the Chairman’s infidelity scandal, which also ultimately led to the downfall of his company and the beginning of his divorce.

But if there was anything Sera wished to forget the most from that miserable phase in her life, it was how she got involved with Naoya Zen’in. Falling in love with a manipulative bastard like him was the biggest mistake of her life because he was the fuel who ignited the ruthless flames that incinerated Sera’s dignity as a woman and as a human being. She could never forget how the man used her to his satisfaction and controlled the string around her arms and legs back when she was his little puppet, serving him entertainment with her naivety and greed. Not even her anger at Satoru himself exceeded the rage she had for Naoya, because between the two of them, the former still treated her like a person while the latter only considered her as a toy.

Considering the grudge she was holding towards the Zen’in family’s only blond member, it shouldn’t be stupefying for him to be the recipient of her hostility. If he knew that, why the fuck was he lingering around Sera like a pitiful leech just to get her attention?

He was even using Sukuna as an excuse, therefore, she made the bold move of looping an arm around her boyfriend’s, basically shoving into Naoya’s face that she had the upper hand now. Just one word from her and Sukuna would be on his knees following her orders. She had to make sure that the blond knew where to draw the line. “You’re proving to be quite persistent, Mr. Zen’in. You’re really out here trying to woo my boyfriend to be on that project.”

Naoya’s lopsided smile was a mockery in itself. “What can I say? Cleave Tech is the best web development company out there and the Zen’in Group will never settle for less. You know that, right, Ms. Sera?”

Fuck you, Sera wanted to say, trying her hardest not to roll her eyes. What she did instead was to get back at him with her words. “Of course. Well, my boyfriend is a hard working, self-made millionaire who doesn’t need nepotism to prove his worth. I understand why he’s sought after by all these big companies,” she said, noticing the subtle smile on the corner of Sukuna’s lips as he sipped from his champagne glass. It was as if he was amused by this exchange between his girlfriend and her ex-fling.

Meanwhile, the subject of her scrutiny was acting unfazed. “Right, that’s very admirable of Sukuna. That’s why we want such brilliant person on our side.”

Sukuna tried to play it down a little. “It’s an honor,” he claimed, “The Zen’in Group is the biggest conglomerate in the country right now.”

If only Sera could humiliate Naoya in front of all these people. Seeing his face was enough to aggravate her, so instead of listening to his multiple attempts of winning Sukuna over, she decided to excuse herself and say that she needed to take a bathroom break just so she could walk away from that gaslighting playboy.

Now, the irony of all this was how she recognized a man with towering height, arctic white hair, and icy blue eyes entering the event hall and captivating all her attention because of the strong gravitational pull of his presence. Three years since she last saw him. Three years since she last spoke to him. Three years since she last declared her love for him. Three years. Three fucking years, even though they lived in the same country, they never ended up crossing each other’s paths until tonight.

Before she knew it, her feet were already inching closer and closer to him. The movements of her heels were on autopilot as her unresolved feelings for the man were raining down on her like a torrential storm. They were hitting her face in turbulent flowing streams that she could feel her eyes glistening with tears when she finally reached him. “Satoru.”

Satoru. Satoru. That name. The man she once loved. The man she once dreamt to be with for the rest of her life. As he turned around, there was an earth-shattering difference between the familiarity in their gazes.

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Not too long until Gojou entered the event hall, he received a text message on his phone thinking that it was from you when it was actually from your friend who was trying to arrange a time and place on where to see him, possibly at the influence of his mother.

Akemi: Are you free after the convention? :)

Satoru: Yeah. See you later.

Akemi: OK. I’ll wait for you and we can talk about your dilemma.

And as he walked further into that building, it seemed that he had already managed to capture the curious stares of the people around him as though he had earned the status of an A-list celebrity in the business world. Either that, or they were simply surprised that the Satoru Gojou was back in his usual custom Zegna suit, holding his chin high as a chairman of one of the biggest multinational conglomerates in the country.

He wasn’t supposed to be self-conscious, but how could he not be? He could barely remember the last time he had been in front of everyone as Chairman Satoru and not as normal, househusband Satoru whose recent accident wiped out a chunk of memories that were constantly sending him in an orbit of confusion and desperation. He had to feign his nonchalance while standing next to his interim CEO who didn’t even take a second to highlight the fact that he shouldn’t be here. “Why not?” he asked, both of them being offered a glass of champagne by the waiter. “I told you I’d accompany you.”

“I’m just saying,” Nanami defended, “You have more important things to deal with right now. Your mother told me you’re refusing to talk to her.”

Little did everyone know, Satoru was gritting his teeth while sipping from the stem glass. “Why the fuck would I talk to the woman who forced my wife to lie about the divorce?” Right, the funny thing was, Gojou still kept referring to you as his wife instinctively. “Did you know how many sleeping pills I took for the past two days just so I can escape this damned world, even for a moment?”

Nanami placed a hand inside his pocket. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to say, Gojou-san. Don’t use the company as a way to distract yourself. You need to come into terms about the divorce and you have to talk it out with Y/N, but you never once returned all of her forty-seven missed calls—”

“I can’t, I…” He exhaled his frustrations into a sigh. “I’m going insane just thinking about her saying it straight to my face that we’re divorced. I’m scared to know what happened after that and why I can’t remember them.”

His ICEO opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Nothing but a soft sigh before he reconstructed his thoughts. “You can’t hide from her forever,” he advised, “You need to settle some things with her for Sachiro’s sake.”

Sachiro. Even the thought of his son was ripping his heart to shreds. His purpose in life was you and your son, but if he had to take you out of the picture because you were no longer his wife, how could he even function as a normal father? How could he face his only child while in such a self-destructive state?

“Satoru!” At the sudden high-pitched sound of a woman’s voice, he turned around to see a stranger with long brown hair looking up at him with a familiar gleam in her eyes. He couldn’t tell what deep thoughts were going through her mind, but it seemed that the lady was feeling pensive sadness at the sight of him. “H-Hey… You never changed. When did you get discharged from the hospital?”

His eyes briefly scanned her face and then roamed across the event facility, wondering whether this woman was of great importance to talk to him so casually. “Who are you?” he asked, watching how her eyes widened in confusion, “I’m sorry, it’s just… I can’t remember some things. Are you a friend of mine?”

She stood unblinking as if trying to process what she had just been asked. But just when she was about to open her mouth to speak up, she was cut off by a man with pinkish brown hair who placed a protective arm around her waist. “Hey,” he said to her before turning to Gojou, “Everything alright here?”

“Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to…” She glanced back and forth between the man and Satoru before finally setting her gaze on the latter. “Satoru, do you hate me so much that you’re pretending not to know who I am, too?”

Satoru turned to Nanami for help, but the blond was signaling for him to end the conversation right then and there. Why? What was the significance of this woman that made Nanami uneasy? If no one was going to confirm, then he had to ask it himself. “You’re getting the wrong idea,” he stated, facing the woman and her lover. “I really don’t remember you.”

Nanami took the chance to pull Gojou away from the couple. “Look, he had an accident and he’s suffering from the aftereffects of his head injuries, so it’s best that he—”

“I’m Sera!” the woman blurted out, forcing her tears back in, “I’m your ex-girlfriend. How could you… how could you forget me of all people?”

Sera. Sera? Sera… Four letters, two syllables, but a fuck ton of memories that were triggered by a simple name that became a switch for Satoru to stagger on his feet. Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe. Suddenly, he couldn’t think. Suddenly, Gojou was trapped in a metaphysical space, receiving a downpour of information and memories, restraining his thought process and actions as he stared at the woman and finally recognized every dip and curve of her face. Flashes of memories entered his mind like a cinematic frame rate running at twenty-four frames per second.

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“But then I look at Y/N and I’d feel so insecure. She has everything and she doesn’t need anyone to give those things to her. It’s admirable, really. But it all makes me feel so… low. She’s everyone’s ideal woman for you and I’m not. She can have everything that she wants in this world.”

Satoru held his breath and clasped Sera’s hand tighter against his own. The way she explained your differences only made him sympathetic towards his girlfriend because you were making the girl feel self-conscious of her own skin.

“She doesn’t have me.”

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“You’re so fucking desperate, are you?” His voice was rough and hostile, glaring at you as if he wanted to destroy you then and there. Before you could ask what he meant, he showed your birth control pills that he had already crumpled in his hand, rendering you speechless and static from where you stood. No, this can’t be… “What, you’re still gonna deny it?”

Guilt and tremor swallowed you. “I-I just couldn’t tell you at the right time.”

He was laughing, and it was a feral laugh that scared you even more. Minus the hands that were shaking in vexation, he was clearly seething inside. “You’re so fucking pathetic,” he spat out words laced with venom, “Did you plan to keep fooling me just so I’d have sex with you, huh? ‘Cause no one else would do it with you so you have to ruin me and Sera? You’re just so delusional, are you?”

Your hand flew to his face before you even realized what you did. The amalgam of pain, anger, and resentment was now being released from your bottle of emotions as you burst out crying after slapping his cheek. “H-How dare you! How fucking dare you say that to me!” You punched his chest with your fist as tears kept flooding your eyes, cascading down to your cheeks like waterfall. You could barely breathe from the tightness in your chest, you could barely see from the tears that blurred your vision. “Y-You don’t know what I have to endure just by staying with an asshole like you!”

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“I don’t wanna lose you.” While his breakdown was already surprising, his desperation was what led him to further take your hand, placing it next to his face as if he was ready for any damages that you could inflict. “Please hit me. Hit me however many times you want. Slap me until you’re satisfied. Curse at me, scream at me, pour your anger out on me. I’ll take all of it. Just…” he squeezed your hand, chest heaving as he gasped for air, “just don’t leave m-me.”

—

“A-Angina?” Satoru’s eyes went wide.

His whole world stopped before him.

“Yes. She was diagnosed with stable angina,” Dr. Mori confirmed, much to his horror. “But there is another factor that requires her to have more rest. You need to take good care of your wife, Mr. Gojou. Her body needs a lot of nutrients so she can carry safely.”

He could barely process this whole thing in his head because the news kept coming one after another, leaving him in a befuddled state with a flood of unanswered questions running through his mind. “What do you mean…?”

“Your wife is seven weeks pregnant.”

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Nothing could stop Eula from crying who also became unhinged with each second that passed. She was laughing to herself like a madwoman, it was the laughter of a killer who didn’t repent for her sins. The reason for her miserable joy was because she didn’t let Satoru have the upperhand by telling him exactly what was happening beyond the high walls of the courtroom. “While you’re sitting here right now to see my downfall, proof of your shameless infidelity has been released for the whole world to feast on!” She let out a chuckle despite her deranged tears. “Go on, everyone. Check your phones and see how despicable this man is! He cheated on his pregnant wife, used her to acquire their company, and even took his mistress with him on their honeymoon trip! Stop acting like an angel, Satoru. We’re both demons here. Didn’t you say that you’re gonna leave Y/N as soon as you secure the merger?”

Filled by towering rage and shock and a paroxysm of negative emotions, Satoru saw red and charged at Eula from his seat. He wanted to throw a punch on her face, strangle her, and end her life but he was stopped by the policemen who prevented him from going any closer from the defendant.

Even in a sacred room where suspects were sentenced for their crimes, Satoru wanted to break the law just to inflict pain on the woman who destroyed his life.

—

“Y/N… Wh-Why…” If anyone could see Satoru weeping, they would probably rejoice and applaud you for giving him what he deserved. That wasn’t what hurt him, what killed him twice in a slow painful death was the thought of a 5-month old fetus being taken out of you. “Ieiri, why did she—”

“It’s gonna be okay.” Shoko held him in her arms and rubbed his back in an attempt to calm him down. For a gynecologist, hundreds of women visit her clinic every year due to unwanted pregnancy. This case was no different to the ones she had dealt with before, but the fact that even Ieiri herself refused to do the job, Satoru hit the peak of his misery.

He questioned the legality of this procedure all while he wailed in her arms. His bloodshot eyes, all red and moist, were searching hers for some comfort. “I-Isn’t it too late for her to do this? I don’t get this—I don’t. She loves our child, how could she just…? Why did they allow it? Ieiri… Please. It hurts so much… My baby, our baby.”

—

He clutched her arm with his bloody hands and burst into a sob. Much to the violent tremble of his hands, his voice also quivered uncontrollably. “I wanna… kill myself, mom.”

Outside the large windows of his apartment, the moon stared at this doleful scene between a mother and her son. Both grief-stricken, both in a fit of winter doldrums.

“Satoru, killing yourself will not stop the pain,” she spoke through ragged breaths as tears welled up her eyes, “it’ll only bring more pain to others left behind.”

His heart lurched. “No ones left behind.”

“You have me,” she reassured, “you have your stepbrother, you have your best friends.”

Despite being a mere speck of dust in a supercluster of galaxies, no one would understand that Satoru Gojou’s universe was a woman that had the other half of his soul.

“I don’t have her.”

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It took one forcible breath for Satoru to escape the flood of gut-wrenching memories that flashed before his eyes, standing in catatonic stupor, uncertain whether to breathe or scream, whether to rip his skull or slam his head against the wall, whether to drive on the freeway at 200 mph speed or to jump off at the top of the building—he didn’t know which suitable option to choose as he lost grip of the stem glass, shattering it on the floor while taking a step back. “She… she lied about my son.” To the people around him, he sounded like he was uttering incoherent words, but for Nanami who knew his history, this was an alarming statement.

“Gojou-san, are you okay?” He shook him with urgency and signaled the bodyguards to assist him. “Hey, hey… Can you hear me?”

Satoru’s eyes then found the scar on his forearm. “She made me think… that my son was… dead.”

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Your anxiety was on the roof and even though Gen actively ignored your presence around the mansion, there were moments where she was obviously concerned at your freneticism. Because what kind of normal person would keep rubbing a clean plate while lost in her thoughts? What kind of normal person would disorganize her whole room for no damn reason and then rearrange everything back on the same spot?

Was it because Satoru hasn’t returned your calls? Was it because you were afraid of why he was so silent about Toji’s revelation of the divorce?

“Hey, Y/N. You okay?” Ian was the one cut out of trance this morning while you nearly spilled water from the glass after mindlessly pouring so much into it. “I can drop Sachi off at daycare.”

You offered him a small smile of gratitude. “Thank you. I-I have to visit Hearte today so I’m gonna be busy.”

Ian grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into it as he leaned against the kitchen island. “Well, you do need something to keep you busy. Still haven’t heard from Satoru?”

You drank from the glass and swallowed hard. “No. What if he tried to harm himself and—”

“He won’t do that,” he immediately reassured, knowing that the thought of Satoru’s past suicide attempts would make you shake in trepidation. It wasn’t just because you were scared of being the reason for it. It was because you were once his wife and you couldn’t bear the thought of seeing someone you loved so much—dying. “Don’t worry about it. He’ll come around and talk to you.”

Would he? Satoru was complex enough to deal with because there had been many restrictions on what things you could disclose and what things could trigger his PTSD. How, when the time comes, would you be able to handle him?

For a moment, Akemi’s phone call distracted you from the thoughts that filled your brain. Thinking that she was just calling about work, you answered straight away without preparation for the next words she was about to say.

“Akemi?” you answered. “Why are you calling?”

“Y/N, listen to me carefully. Gojou recovered most of his memories the other night.”

Your heart stopped.

“Wh-What do you mean he… How did he…?”

“He remembers that you hid Sachi from him and he’s been going ballistic and delirious about it for the past few days. We just did our best to stop him from confronting you because he—”

“Ms. Y/N?” A maid interrupted your phone call conversation to hand you a document. “It’s for you.”

You shakily snatched the document from her grasp and opened the file, knocking off the glass on the floor as you read through every word stated on the paper.

#gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo angst #gojou angst #jjk x reader #jjk angst

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pairing - nanami kento x fem!gojou!reader x fushiguro toji

genre - parent!au, 6.8k

warnings - mature content mdni!! 18+ unprotected s3x daddy kink mention of plan b bullying!!! people just being really rude!

a/n - finally finished in time! i’m going to be really busy this week so the new chapter might be really delayed because of it

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Never in your life did you expect to get a call from Megumi’s primary school teacher, asking you to come to the office to deal with an unexpected ‘issue’ involving your blue-eyed baby, two pink haired twins, and some child in a different class. You figured the world would have to end before a teacher would call you to talk to you about your precious son’s behaviour, even then it would never be about anything bad, just showers of compliments over how amazingly well he is performing at school.

Oh how you were wrong.

You rushed to the primary school as quickly as you could, today is a busy day. You have to go pick up your nieces, Maki and Mai, from their secondary school, collect your dress from the designer boutique in the centre of the city which is owned by a friend, and have to find time to make Megumi dinner! It was all too much for just one person to deal with. At times like this you secretly wished for a nanny or personal assistant to help deal with the workload. The call from the school created a massive disruption in your tight schedule, Megumi and the girls would just have to order themselves food as a last resort. It definitely saves you from having to spend hours on deciding a dish all three of them would like and eat, being picky eaters seems to run in the Zen’in family.

“Sorry I’m late,” you apologised as soon as you entered the classroom after being guided by the receptionist in the office, hoping the teacher would hear the tone of sincerity in your voice. The classroom was filled with eight other mothers, probably parents of children in the same class or year group as your son, you weren’t too sure since you never got the time to get to know any of the other ladies. That being said, you did know of them. Although what you did know was that none of them liked you and harbour some negative feelings towards you for whatever petty reason. You gave them a shy smile as you neared the primary school teacher standing at his desk who held a worried look. Instantly, you thought something bad had happened to Megumi or the twins. “Did something happen?”

The brown haired man tried to give you an explanation, parting his mouth in a genuine attempt to voice the situation, only to end up closing it. He was simply too afraid. He didn’t want to lose the job he loved so much, it was rare nowadays to find teachers who actually cared for their students. All the women in the room wouldn’t listen to his explanation of how the situation occurred, they all just took his words and twisted them like they were trying to juice oranges. The explanation was a simple one too. It didn’t need to be taken this far, and it wouldn’t have been if the other class teacher didn’t accept the bribe from one of the complaining mothers.

“Your son is going to be suspended,” a high-pitched voice from behind you screeches loud and clear, making you cringe on the inside, thank goodness the woman couldn’t see you visibly wincing at her shrill. “He pushed my sweet Daichi over and now he’s traumatised!” She continues with the melodramatic theatrics.

When you turn around to face who spoke in such an annoying voice, your sight lands on the only woman standing up amongst the seated group of mothers. No matter how hard you try to run from them, there will always be one woman in the room who tries her absolute best to rip you to pieces. In this room of women who blindly follow a bitch, it’s Shin Junko, a loud mouthed has-been who was a child actress.

“All the mother’s here agree that your son and his gang of friends are having a negative effect on our children,” Junko crosses her arms over her chest as she explains her exaggerated point whilst scrutinising you with her dark eyes, completely failing to realise that she was villainizing four year olds who don’t completely understand the world yet. “Course, we can only blame the parents.” If she hadn’t pissed you off before, she has now by attacking your parenting skills, not just yours but Nanami’s too. You’re 70% sure that Nanami spent more time and care with his twins than the husbands of the women in the room, especially more than Junko’s husband.

Junko takes a step closer to you so she is towering over you in her unnecessarily high 10-inch heels. You weren’t one to judge especially when it comes to the height of a heel but this is a primary school not a red carpet, there’s a time and place for everything. It’s tacky. “There must have been a reason your husband left you.” Junko smirks as she thinks she’s won the snarky battle, which was only occurring in her mind because she wouldn’t let you get a single word in, as you simply stand in your spot with no reaction to her words. Truthfully, you wanted to punch her and hope for a tooth or two to be knocked out.

Take the high road, you remind yourself, and you’re sure if Yuuji was here he’d pester you about never following your own advice. So you decided to not give Junko anymore of your attention, who easily became agitated from the lack of reaction. You were here for your boys, not some lonely housewife who wanted to be a bully.

“Mr Kwon, are my kids really going to be suspended?” You ask the teacher in a short whisper. There was no way a primary school would suspend their students, you wouldn’t allow it to happen, especially to your children who you knew did nothing to instigate the whole ordeal. You had to hand it to Junko, she was an amazing actress, your favourite role of hers is this one: a bitter and insecure woman who picks on children.

The teacher let out a defeated sigh, he wasn’t too sure himself about what would happen, especially since no one was willing to listen to the other side of the story. “I don’t know, they created a petition and all of them have signed it.”

“Can I go talk to them myself?” Mr Kwon nods his head in reply and leads you to the hallway where only one of the three accused boys sits by himself with a dark expression casting his soft features, giving off a sense of anger.

“Kuna,” you call out to the hurt boy in a soft tone before crouching down in front of him as he sat on the bench with his honey eyes trained to the floor. He didn’t bother to look up at you as you held his hands to inspect the redness of his small palms, the pale skin was grazed from where he had been pushed to the ground forcefully. “Bubs, what happened?” You could see how reluctant Sukuna was to reply to you, it was fairly obvious he didn’t want to talk to anyone. You couldn’t blame him, if no one was going to listen to how someone else hurt you, there would be no point in talking at all.

So you continue to stay in the crouched position, softly thumbing over the rough skin, just as a means of letting Sukuna know that you were there for him.

“He called me names,” the young boy explained in a lone tone with a scowl on his face, the anger from the situation earlier came back as he thought about it again. “Said I had no mummy to love me.” The small gasp you let out from horror is quiet, nearly almost inaudible if it wasn’t for how silent the corridor is.

Sukuna meets your eyes finally. Easily, you could see how shaken up he was after dealing with such terrible treatments from boys who were supposed to be his peers. “Megs pushed him.”

“They always say it,” Sukuna tried his hardest to not cry, strong boys don’t cry, he reminds himself but having your presence set off the waterworks he desperately tried so hard to keep in. Sukuna was more than fed up of coming to school only to have the same boy tell him a fact he already knows - he doesn’t have a mum. At times, Sukuna feels a tightness in his chest when he watches you kiss Megumi’s two cheeks and forehead. Why didn’t he have a mum to do that? Why couldn’t you do that to him too? “Said Megs has no daddy too,” the pink haired boy adds, knowing that Megumi would never have the guts to tell you the truth about what actually happened.

The three boys would only play with each other because it seemed everyone else thought they were troublemakers. They even thought Yuuji was a bad kid, which couldn’t be humanly possible because the eccentric boy’s body didn’t hold a single bad bone. It wasn’t fair, Sukuna thought, why did no one want to play with them? They were fun and cool like everyone else. But when Shin Daichi announces that his mummy doesn’t want him hanging around a ‘whore’s son,’ no one wanted to be friends with them.

Sukuna hates school but he hates Shin Daichi more.

Slowly, the tears were coming to a stop and Sukuna would hiccup every few seconds as he tried to catch his breath. Digging through your purse, you pull out the small packet of tissues to wipe at the snot running from Sukuna’s nose. You sat next to him on the wooden bench, one arm wrapped around his smaller frame to keep him in your hold and protection. You didn’t miss the way Sukuna nuzzled up into your side.

“Thank you for telling me the truth bubs,” Sukuna liked it when you called him that, it was the allocated affectionate term you reserved for only him, not for Yuuji or even Megumi. Only for him. “I’m really proud of you.” Your hands were warm around his cheeks, soft thumbs brushing the tears away as gently as possible.

When you walk back into the children’s classroom, you can’t stop the anger running through your veins making you want to commit acts of violence for multiple different reasons.

1. It was your kids who were hurt, they shouldn’t be considered for suspension for something they didn’t do.

2. Shin Junko called you a ‘whore.’ To her son! And even taught it to him! Did the woman hate you so much that she decided to interfere with her only son’s school life?

3. Did no one realise who truly deserved the special treatment?

Normally, you would never agree to using your familial backing to intimidate others and more importantly to get what you want. However in this case, you were more than willing to make an exception for your morals. You despised bully’s more than anything, especially when they were going to get away with their actions.

“Mrs Shin,” you approach the sitting woman, “I want to remind you of who helped your husband’s family stay employed, without the Gojou’s you wouldn’t be wearing all those clothes on your back,” referring to the ill-fitting branded outfit she donned, “just because you choose to stay in a loveless marriage with an adulterous husband, doesn’t make you better than me.” A row of loud gasps sounded from each of the women like they had never heard of such an accusation only they all knew it to be true, none of them had the courage or power to challenge Shin Junko.

You don’t stop there. Seeing the blood run cold in Shin Junko’s face was priceless, she looked like she had seen a ghost.

“I wonder how the head governors of the school board will react when they find out how upset the Gojou matriarch is about his only grandson being bullied, especially after the hefty donation which, if I remember correctly, was used to build the new music building, right?” Your grandfather would never care that you used his name in order to get what you desired, if anything he encourages you to, so for today, you’ll play the role of an heiress that can have anything she desires.

“So unless you want all of your husband’s businesses to fail, I’d redact that signature.”

All the women look at each other, trying to make sense of the situation. They all came into the classroom thinking they would leave victorious yet you had stunned them all to silence. Anything they do, you would use against them. Your family didn’t need others' help, they all needed yours. “This is abuse of power!” One woman stands up for herself, pointing a shaky finger in your direction.

Your gaze shifts onto her as you take a few steps forward to stand in front of the accusing woman. There was a sweet but cynical smile on your face, it was frightening. “I have power to abuse,” with a gentle touch, you push her hand down, “this is my final and only warning, don’t fuck with my kids.”

After the incident that had occurred earlier at the school, you felt a sharp consistent pain stabbing at a corner in your brain, no medicine you took would ease the pressure at all so you were stuck at your parents anniversary party with a piercing headache. It didn’t get better when you were stood with your older brother, who was apologising profusely about his idiotic friend for not turning up to the date last night. Apparently, according to Satoru, his friend never spotted you and decided to leave by himself. What an utter asshole! You thought to yourself, you should have known better than to trust your brother to play matchmaker. But it doesn’t end there, Satoru was sure about the two of you meeting for some bizarre reason, he made sure his friend was also going to attend the party. You gave Satoru a hard glare. It only eased when the white haired idiot gifts you a silver chain adorning a beautiful sparkly diamond. Normally, you would never accept bribery but nowadays you are getting a lot of gifts from Saturo. Little did you know that the precious red stone sitting comfortably around your neck matched a certain individual’s cuff links.

“Oh there they are!” Saturo’s eyes light up in excitement as he recognises the two tall figures walking through the large decorated hall your parents have rented out for their large party. Out of curiosity for wanting to see who dared stand you up, your eyes follow the direction your brother is looking in.

The crowd of influential people part to make way for the two figures walking over to your brother, being able to make him out from his unique platinum hair colour. Your heart stops and your stomach falls to the ground as a certain blond man comes into your view.

In a harsh tone, you drag your brother by his tie down to your height to whisper, “is that the guy you tried setting me up with?”

Before you could Satoru with all your strength for being the biggest idiot in the world, his best and oldest friend, Getou Suguru pulls you into his own arms for a bone crushing hug. “I missed you, Y/n!” Suguru is a familiar male figure in your life, something short of a brother to you. The raven haired lawyer pulls his face back just enough to place a soft kiss against your cheek, not caring for his pristine public image or any lingering eyes judging the action. “You’re still single, right?” Suguru jokes with you before kissing the skin of the other cheek, “don’t want to miss my chance.”

“She has a man.”

Everyone’s heads snap towards the man who uttered those words with such confidence, you swore you almost passed out from simply the words alone. You weren’t too sure if you were overjoyed or just purely shocked into stillness. Suguru’s arms fall from your body to make way for Kento to replace them with his familiar touch, Kento peers down at you with a cheeky smile spreading across his lips from amusement as mischief glistens in his beautiful eyes. The look of disbelief on your face morphs into one full of glee at the realisation.

“I’m sorry I stood you up last night,” Kento apologises, being short of a breath away from you, cool breath falling against your skin. “Another woman had bewitched me.”

The beaming smile on your face wouldn’t leave your face no matter how hard you tried to contain yourself from the happiness and joy bubbling in your stomach. Kento was wearing a blue suit, you remember correctly, the realisation made you want to kick yourself from how oblivious you had been. The noise of a loud awkward cough breaks you out of your blissful moment. Satoru giggles at the display of limited affection from you, his uptight and controlling little sister, and his stone-cold, rigid Nanami. It was so ridiculous to him.

“Gojou Satoru,” the tone of your voice was enough to make the man freeze and send a chill running up along his spine, “I’m going to kill you.”

“No, spare me! You wouldn’t have met without me!”

Suguru couldn’t contain his laughter as you lunge to grasp onto your brother, who yelps when you tug at the white strands on his head harshly. No one dared to comment on the childish behaviour the Gojou children display but chose to ignore it completely, apart from Nanami and Getou. Only a small handful of people were blessed with the knowledge of understanding the dynamics between the members of the Gojou family. Even though you and Satoru were childish and bratty at times, even in your mid thirties, no one could say anything to challenge the two of you because they still fear what you could do to them.

For the whole night, you meet with people you knew of or decided to introduce yourself out of politeness, exchanging kind words to one another or discussing your brother’s future plans for the company. Most of the conversations were boring, your replies were literally scripted. This is why you hated parties. At least you look stunning. Not once does Kento leave your side as if the pair of you were joined at the hip, especially when he could see men you converse with ogle at the display of your breast, bursting from the design of the dress. Did these men have no shame? He was standing right next to you! How much more of a hint did some of them need? One of his large hands rested along the curve of your waist out of possession, you could feel the blazing heat through the smooth material of your dress.

There were many eyes lingering on you, their stares itching your skin. You had a strong suspicion that you knew who a few of them were but you wouldn’t let the fact your parents invited your ex-husband sour your mood. Luckily the food would be coming out soon and then you’d finally be able to calm your rumbling stomach.

“I heard about what you did at school,” Kento says when the couple you were talking to dismiss themselves because they’ve spotted your brother. You almost forgot about the whole ordeal until Kento mentioned it again. The skin of your cheeks darken in embarrassment under your makeup.

“Don’t talk to me about that, I still need to get a teacher fired,” your words come out close to a small roar, if it weren’t for Kento’s hands running up and down your arms you’re sure you would’ve screamed at someone.

Kento chuckles at the cute scowl forming on your pouty lips, making them so inviting to kiss but he knew better than to act on his impulses, especially when he didn’t want you to get caught up in some sort of ‘scandal.’ It was far too obvious that your parents love and favour Toji. Hell he was invited to the anniversary party when he technically isn’t a family member anymore. To make it worse, Toji was hanging around your parents the whole night with the same receptionist. Your parents knew about Toji’s adultery; it just seems like they don’t care.

It was the time of the night where someone gave a speech. Normally it would be your grandfather but due to his age, he rarely attends crass events that people simply put on for a show. It was his own son’s wedding anniversary party and he still couldn’t be bothered to show up. Your dad stood front and centre under a shining light, giving a thanks to everyone who attended, then he began to speak some bullshit about how your mother is the love of his life. If only that were true. Still, people clap in between pauses of accomplishments that Satoru has acquired. Nothing about you though, you just got an invite out of a formality. Your parents only cared about you when you were married to Toji.

You knew they never cared about you when they decided to pester you into taking him back, forgiving his mistakes, saying that ‘it happens to every couple.’ God your parents made you hate the idea of marriage, there was no meaning to it unless it was a business deal.

The biggest shock of the night wouldn’t be your father hugging Toji when he walks out of the spotlight but when the dark haired man takes your dad’s spot. Everyone in the room knew who Toji was, the disgraced Zen’in who lost it all because he slept with the maid. That was the story everyone was familiar with but they’d never know the real truth like you did, only after secretly meeting with Toji’s mum for months on end in the hospital to make sure she wasn’t lonely during her treatment.

The marriage announcement catches you completely off guard, it feels like someone has thrown you into the deep end of a pool and you didn't know how to swim, drowning slowly in the snarky whispers from the attendants of the party that reach your ear - wasn't he married to Y/n? Poor girl, I wouldn't be able to show my face if I was her. Many eyes around the room turned towards you in anticipation, waiting for some display of anger or a rage-induced outburst. Much to their disappointment, you stand strong in your ground. You wouldn’t let the perfectly crafted mask made for times like this to fall from your face, especially not now, you couldn’t let the woman, who held a leash over your ex, know she caused an effect on you. What you would give to wipe the smirk off her face.

From a distance over, Satoru watches you closely through the peripheral of his sharp vision, you lean further into the dark long haired man standing beside you to whisper something into his ear. Suguru hands you a small rectangular box discreetly. He was equally as shocked as you. Satoru expected Toji to pull a stunt like this, maybe another pregnancy announcement or a business merger. He never expected it to be announced publicly, in a Gojou family setting. Whilst claps of congratulations sounded around the hall, Gojou's cold gaze threw daggers towards your ex-husband, standing beside your parents with a hand on the waist of his fiancée. The sight of gleaming smiles across your parent’s faces makes Satoru feel sick to his stomach. The white haired man also took a mental note of the people who seemed genuinely happy for the wretched couple. Those people didn't realise that they had gotten onto Gojou Satoru's bad side and ruined any promising positive relationship with the businessman.

There was a chill in the evening air as you stood on the balcony, you were grateful no one else was outside to witness the devastation on your face, only the night sky being witness to the single teardrop that fell along the expanse of your cheek. The cold air nipped at the bare skin of your arms and neck, raising the fine hairs running all along your skin. As a thought of regret for not bringing a jacket along with you popped into your mind, you opened the cigarette packet that Suguru handed to you, bringing one up to your lips to rest as you fish for a lighter in your purse, praying that you had one despite having quit the disgusting habit years ago.

The temperature of the chilling air around you rises as a warming presence presses against your back, you only relax when the familiar scent of rich cologne mixed with cinnamon infiltrates your senses, allowing yourself to melt into the heated hands that run along your naked arms.

"Do you even have a lighter?" Kento questions as you continue to search through your bag, which was so small, the blond was sceptical about it being big enough to fit any necessities.

Peering up through your lashes, your azure eyes narrowed at him as your lips formed into a deep scowl. Kento was right, you didn’t have a lighter, specifically for scenarios like this, where your fingers are itching to grab at the first intoxicant to cloud your mind. Smoking would help calm the stress that scratches the walls of your brain as the tobacco fills your bloodstream.

“Suguru probably has one-“ you mutter under your breath, speaking with the white stick sitting comfortably between your lips before a hand quickly reaches for it and throws the small object off the balcony, out of sight and out of reach. “What the hell-“ there was little time to process the sudden action as your words are cut short with Kento’s palms encasing your face to tilt your head slightly and allow him to lower his lips onto yours in a short kiss. The anger rushing through your veins quickly dissolves and melts away into nothing but a buzz, leaving as fast as it was produced.

A small smile creeps along your lips when Kento’s lips are no longer on yours, “maybe I should take up smoking again.”

Kento couldn’t help the chuckle that let up his throat, his eyes crinkling in the same way that the twin’s did. His hands dropped from your face to hold your hips over the silk material, pulling you closer towards him, your breasts pressing against his chest.

“Let's get out of here.”

Earlier, before he followed your footsteps to check on you, Kento felt a strong grip latch on his arm to prevent him from moving further. The culprit was your brother. Satoru held an intimidating aura, his sapphire eyes bearing a look cold enough to pierce skin. The older man whispered short words to Nanami, advising him to take you away from the party, in order to protect you.

As Kento was texting the babysitter he had hired for the night, making sure his kids were safely sleeping in their beds, you were checking in with the two Zen’in girls that were looking after Megumi for the night. Maki and Mai loved spending time with you, when you announced the divorce with their cousin, they were undeniably upset, not because Toji’s heart was broken but it meant they wouldn’t be able to see you as often.

It wasn't as difficult as you thought it might be to locate the hotel room. Thankfully, both of you were in a conscious state of mind, avoiding the sparkling alcoholic beverages being served in crystal glass flutes. The hand on the curve of your waist held you close to Kento’s embrace. Just from a short glance, any onlooker would be able to know you were his, there was a loving atmosphere surrounding you two which was hard to miss, from the pearly smile painting along your glossy lips to the radiant sparkling of gold among the hues of brown in Kento’s eyes. The booked room was found quickly. Anticipation began to bubble in your stomach, you felt excited to spend the night with such a handsome man, again.

All of your hair was pushed to one side on your shoulder when you came to a stop at the end of the hallway, exposing the tender flesh of your neck. A beautiful and plain canvas just waiting to be painted with deep and dark shades of pinks and purples. The plain sight caused a stir in Kento’s mind, he desired to mark you, in a way he knew no one ever would. Acting on impulse, the father of two kissed a spot where your neck met your shoulder so lightly it felt like petals brushing against your skin. A smirk found its home along Kento’s lips when you craned your head to the side, offering more of yourself to him. The innocent kisses progressed into deep bites, a sudden sharp nip against your pulse point causing a gasp to slip into the air. You couldn’t care less if a horrible bruise formed from Kento's lustful ministrations, his scent clouded your mind like a drug, your thoughts swirling into nothing. Your attention was fixated on the hands wandering from their place on your hips to groping your breasts through the silken material of your dress, sending arsoul to pool in your panties.

A deep timbre tone filled your ears, you turned to face the man speaking. “Would you like to know my new favourite colour?” Kento doesn’t wait for your answer, his hands squeeze at your chest again with more pressure, sadly eliciting another gasp from your lips. The corners of Kento's lips turn downwards ever so slightly, he had hoped that his ears would have been graced with a moan. “Sage green.”

The blond guides you to the queen-sized bed by the hand, lined with the finest material he had ever seen, Kento didn’t expect anything less from your brother, who handed him the key card. The hotel room was grand, almost as big as his own apartment, which was quite large.

Kento sits himself against the headboard with his suit jacket and tie discarded somewhere on the floor, falling victim to your travelling hands, eager to undress him. The clothing was no longer his concern as you situated yourself in his lap, thick thighs straddling his waist the best you could in the confinement of your dress. “Tonight,” Kento's eyes move from the swells of your breasts, your cleavage in his direct eye line, to meet your gleaming eyes. He was surprised to find his own reflection in them. “I'm yours.” The words felt heavy on his tongue and heart, it felt like he was confessing to you again, proving to himself that it was you that his heart yearns for.

Slowly, you clamber off of the blond man’s lap without voicing your intentions, not missing how his hands reach out to hold onto you for a moment longer, you giggle lightly at the display of clinginess, never expecting such a stoic man to behave like that. It was refreshing. It reassured the persistent whispers in the back of your mind that Kento desired you with the same intensity you felt. As you stood at the foot of the bed, you kicked off your nude heels, dropping your height by a few inches. A laugh fell upon your ears, Kento was amused, his smile hidden from your eyes behind his palm. However, the light atmosphere shifted when the sound of a zipper filled the room. Swiftly, the dress dropped to the floor from the pull of gravity, leaving you exposed except for the black lace thong, which barely hid anything from his eyes. Kento wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

Finally, it was your turn to smirk when your sharp eyes caught the growing tent of Kento's trousers.

Slowly, you crawled along the bedsheets at an agonising pace, it felt like hours before you finally reached your destination. Within an instant, you felt two large palms squeeze at the pudgy skin of your hips. You couldn’t help but press your hands against Kento's chest, fingers running aimlessly as you met his lips, kissing him with such desire, as if you had planned to devour him.

“Do you know what good boys get, Mr Nanami?” you say in a sultry tone, the touches of the small pads of your fingertips tracing unrecognisable shapes along his chest becoming distractive.

The words registered into the blond’s mind, you had previously asked the same question to the three toddlers, in hopes of containing their erratic behaviour in the kitchen. This should have been degrading, yet, despite using the childish question, a rational voice in Kento’s mind screamed at him to just give in for once. “Rewards,” it was the same answer Sukuna gave you, it was the correct answer. However, Kento's voice only managed to speak just above a breath, finding himself unable to trust his own voice.

“Well done daddy,” you praised him with a sweet kiss, a shiver running up his neck, before making an effort to unbutton the shirt, “treat me nicely and I’ll reward you.”

All the remaining pieces of clothing were thrown off hurriedly, desperate to feel the pure heat of Kento's unbelievably hot body. It stunned you how he was constantly warm, maybe you could make him your personal heater.

Kento couldn’t help but groan loudly as your hips grinded against his dick, coating him with your wetness, he felt himself throbbing against your folds, ever so desperate to fill you to the brim. As if reading his mind, the teasing touches paused as you lined your entrance up with his cock, only after giving the hard member a few pumps with your hand. The broad shoulders of the businessman were used as an anchor, you cling onto him desperately as you sink onto his dick. In the span of a few hours, you had completely forgotten the thickness of Kento’s sex, surprising yourself as you struggle to relax yourself to take him in. Wanton moans fell from both parties as you stayed still for a few seconds to get used to the burn from his fat cock stretching you. The hands on your waist squeeze tightly to help Kento ground himself from rutting up into you. Being enveloped with your warm cunt felt too good, especially when the gummy walls clamped around him, you were all he could think about.

Just from the position alone, the soft tissue of nerves which caused you to see stars were grazed upon, you couldn’t stop the moan escaping from your lips. “I could cum like this,” you relish in the feeling of the palms coaxing the movement of your hips and the mouth that latches onto your mound. A sharp nip against your peak leads to you arching into Kento's mouth, desperate for more of his touches. Despite spending the night before together, the pair of you couldn’t get enough of each other. Not when your tits would bounce as you raised your hips and begin a steady rhythm of grinding against Kento’s lap, each slam against his hips hitting a spot that causes your head to spin. The vision of you on top of him, riding his cock like your life depended on it, spurred the coil tightening in the pit of his stomach. The wetness that pooled between your thighs now began to drip down onto the pelvis of the man below you. A mixture of juices squelching and low moans sounded throughout the room. You had no time to feel embarrassed by the pornographic noises as you desperately chased your high.

“You’re making me feel so good angel,” a sense of pride blooms in Kento's chest as he feels you clenching around him from his praise. His hands stretched lower to graze his fingers over your ass, they latched onto you, his nails creating deep crevices in the area that would still be there in the morning.

You could no longer think straight, completely drunk off of Kento's cock, filling you up so well you wished he’d never leave. A numbness started to form in your thighs, creating a painful burn as you continued to move up and down, pushing through the pain and reaching for your high. From the hand gripping his hair and the way your walls were spasming, Kento knew you were so close to cumming, you just needed a little push. The brush of his thumb circling your clit leans you over the edge and causes your orgasm to hit you like a wave. Kento groaned loudly as you creamed his cock and gripped onto him like a vice. The man felt kind enough to let you catch your breath, he was still painfully hard and so close to his own high.

“As much as I’d like to be rewarded,” a cheeky smile spread through Kento’s lips, chocolate eyes sparkling at you with excitement. His playful and cheery expression leaves as quick as it comes, you almost whine in protest as he uses his strength to pull you off of his lap, and gently lays you down against the bed. The giddy look in Kento's eyes darkens to a lustful stare as your blown out eyes meet his. “Daddy wants to cum, so be a good girl and help me out.”

It hadn’t been longer than a few moments since your climax, you had barely calmed down. Without a second thought, Kento thrusts into your sopping entrance, your cum still coating his dick which makes it easier for him to slide back into your cavernous walls. A cry emmits from you due to the overstimulation. The feeling of being filled up again overtook the discomfort you experienced, it felt so good that you could cry from it, it was as if kento was made to fit inside your cunt so deliciously. The hands on your hips migrate to your thighs, pushing them up so that your knees are almost next to your head. Somehow, the angle of the position allows Kento to hit deeper into you.

“Fu- fuck,” your mind is lost for words as it completely blanks, no longer have the ability to form a coherent sentence.

A layer of sweat covers the blond’s body. The slapping sound returns as Kento's heavy balls hit against you with every rut. It was astonishing that the bed frame didn’t move with his frantic movements. Each thrust of his hips were more calculated than the next, earning a cry from you each time as his cockhead continuously came into contact with your g-spot. Kento knew he’d only be able to last through a few more thrusts. From the way your thighs quivered, your second orgasm was closer than he thought.

“Cum with me angel,” Kento's lips found yours in a haste of teeth clashing against each other, desperate to feel closer to you. As soon as the coaxing words fall on your ear, your walls clench around him as another climax ripples through you, this one hitting you much harder. The tension finally snapped, a growl ripped through his throat, no longer being able to hold back, as ropes of his cum shot inside your pussy, hips faltering slightly.

Your eyes flutter shut from exhaustion, trying your best to catch your breath and calm your erratic heart. Gentle hands help drop your legs so they could wrap around Kento’s waist instead of being folded in the air. Kento noticed the drowsy haze you were in. He took it upon himself to find a towel in the bathroom to clean up the mess between your thighs and himself quickly. Exerting his strength, the stoic man helps you to move into the soft sheets, the cold air no longer able to nip at your naked body anymore when you were safely tucked in.

Shifting around, you move yourself closer to Kento in hopes of stealing the warmth radiating his body. You were still in a deep blissful haze as you lifted your finger to trace along the horizontal wrinkles across Kento’s forehead. Working for your brother and raising two kids simultaneously must have put him in so much stress, your heart ached for him for having to carry all that baggage on his shoulders alone.

“We need to buy plan b in the morning,” you whisper quietly as if the walls of the hotel room were thin enough for the person next door to hear your breathing.

Kento raises his head upwards tiredly, to press a kiss against your finger before caging you into your arms. You shriek at the sudden pull, changing your positions so that you were led on top of him.

“Don’t you want my babies, angel?” Kento hums with mischief, now you know where his twins got their playfulness from, “I think we’d have cute kids.”

You roll your eyes as you roll your body over onto the bed so you can rest against the plush pillow. “Take me out on a date first.”

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[inkykeiji]

you’re like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold

character: gojou satoru

genre: smut with a sprinkle of fluff at the end

notes: aaaaah first jjk fic ever!!!! uhhh this is honestly just pure smut and punishment, satoru is a Bad Daddy, and it’s set in a curseless AU | title cred: handclap by fitz and the tantrums

warnings: 18+ minors dni, dubcon/noncon, slight size difference/size kink, belly bulge, spanking with a belt, rough sex, minimal prep, minimal aftercare (at first), toxic and unhealthy relationship (satoru is mean n a bad daddy!), daddy kink/slightly implied ddlg dynamics, praise kink, dacryphilia

words: 3.1k

synopsis:

And although you can—and do—get away with a lot, you can’t get away with everything. A little brattiness he can handle, a little brattiness he thinks is cute. But on the days when you’re really misbehaving, purposefully (or not) breaking every rule, acting out and refusing to listen, rejecting any bargain or compromise with him at all—well, he’s only human.

And he snaps.

Gojou Satoru is a bad Daddy.

He’s a sweet Daddy, a silly Daddy, a Daddy who’s almost incapable of saying no. He’s a Daddy with a massive sweet tooth, a Daddy who frequently allows both of you to have dessert before dinner—sometimes dessert for dinner—and a Daddy who gives his princess nearly everything she desires, weak to your pretty pout and puppy-dog eyes and please, Daddy?’s. He hates to deny you, aches at the thought of you being even just a teensy bit displeased, because he wants his baby happy, always.

It’s his fault, really, you’re saying, insisting, when he calls you a spoiled brat. Because, honestly, it is; Satoru is entitled—he always has been, born with a not silver, not gold, but platinum spoon in his mouth—and his little princess is entitled, too.

Because he gives you anything and everything you ask for the moment the demand leaves your mouth, dotes on you hand and foot, absolutely adores you, lavishing you in the finest silks and prettiest lace, always indulging you just as much as he indulges himself—as much as he has always been indulged, growing up filthy rich.

Because you weren’t always like this; or, at least, you weren’t always this brash about it.

But years of getting exactly what you want, exactly when you want it, has forced your attitude to change, to shift.

You haven’t changed, Satoru tells you one day, a tub full of melty ice cream in his lap as he shovels another spoonful into your mouth, waning sun bathing the penthouse terrace in translucent gold and coral, brilliant colours reflected in his crystal eyes. “I didn’t do anything—I simply revealed your true nature,” A devious little smirk spreads across his lips, eyes glinting in an almost ominous nature, and you shiver. “You’ve always been a selfish materialistic brat, haven’t you?”

Well, you guess he has a point.

And although you can—and do—get away with a lot, you can’t get away with everything. A little brattiness he can handle, a little brattiness he thinks is cute. But on the days when you’re really misbehaving, purposefully (or not) breaking every rule, acting out and refusing to listen, rejecting any bargain or compromise with him at all—well, he’s only human.

And he snaps.

It’s always something little, after a day full of disobedience, that does it, that finally lights the fuse and forces an explosion. Something that would normally be inconsequential, something he’d usually laugh off with a coo and a loving pat to your head.

Because you fought him on bedtime last night, then fought him on going to university this morning. You demanded pancakes for breakfast and when he denied them to you, because he’s got an important meeting in the afternoon and thus hasn’t the time to make them, you refused to eat anything at all—only to whine and bitch and complain about how starved you were for the entire duration of his conference. And yet, throughout it all, he was the perfect picture of patience, endlessly cool and nonchalant in his responses to your multiple tantrums.

Until you rushed into the kitchen in a famished frenzy, diving straight for the cookie jar and shoving three in your mouth.

“Sweets are not an appropriate dinner, baby,”

The words are sighed out in pure exasperation, his thumb and his forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, lids shut tightly.

Eyebrows furrowing, you tilt your head in confusion, speaking around your mouthful. “Since when?”

His eyes snap open, blazing azure glaring at you with such an intensity it makes you flinch, cookie crumbs turning to ash in your mouth.

“Since forever,” he seethes, mask of impassivity finally beginning to break.

“What?” you laugh around the word, but it trembles. “What are you talking about? You rarely enforce that rule—especially since you don’t even follow it yourself!”

“It doesn’t matter,” he snaps, nostrils flaring with a particularly harsh exhale. “I am the boss, and what I say goes,”

“Daddy!” A sock-clad foot stomps against the marble floor as you whine out the word, arms crossing tightly over your chest. “That isn’t fair! You can’t just—”

“Enough with this attitude!” he snarls, moving like a crack of lighting as he lunges at you, lithe arms embracing you in an iron grip. “I can, and I will,”

And then he’s hauling you over his shoulder, one strong arm wrapped around you and pinning you draped over his body, delivering swift, harsh slaps to your ass every time you kick your feet or beat your fists against his back, while every whine and complaint earns you another spank in his mind, mentally tallying them up and vocalizing the thought a moment later.

“You’re being a meanie,”

“That’s twelve,” he growls.

“I don’t care!”

“Thirteen.”

“So what?”

“Fourteen.”

“That’s nothing,”

“Twenty-five.”

And that—that gets you to pause, but not to halt, not to stop, potent brattiness mixing with fury as it boils in your chest, the need to defy, to disobey, burning through your veins.

“I-I can handle that,”

“Thirty,” his voice is calm—serene, almost—and ice cold. There’s an underlying challenge sown into it, daring you to try him again, to utter another word. He’ll go higher, you can almost hear his apathetic voice floating through your mind; he’ll go as high as he needs to in order to teach such an ungrateful little brat a lesson.

Thirty it is.

The buckle of his favourite belt jingles as he undoes it, that dainty clink! forcing shivers to pebble across your naked skin, pressing your chest further into the foot of his bed, fingers curling in cashmere.

You’ve developed a love-hate relationship with that belt; it’s so fun when you get to undo it yourself, gentle fingers tugging and toying as you squirm eagerly in his lap, yet the clank and clattering of that heavy buckle as nimble fingers skillfully unfasten it and pull it from the loops of expensive trousers is almost menacing, carrying with it portentous threats it fully intends to see through.

He never warns you when the first strike is coming, reveling in the way your muscles are coiled in tension, in foreboding anticipation; basking in the surprised yelp that bubbles up in your throat.

“Relax,” he tells you with a callous chuckle, leather squealing between large, smooth hands as he folds it. “And count,”

It’s his usual response, predictable and scripted by this point, but he never seems to tire of it, notes of delight lacing his voice.

And that first blow never counts.

Gojou Satoru may be a bad Daddy by most standards, but his punishments are harsh, brutal, and cruel, and they happen to be one of the only things he takes seriously in life.

There’s rules to each of his punishments—so many rules he’s made you write them out multiple times, until your hand ached and fingers cramped and the heel of your palm was swollen, so they’d stick in that pretty empty little head of yours, so you never forget—and his spankings are no different.

You are not to move until he tells you to. You are not to speak unless spoken to. You are to count each lash, loud and clear before the next strike lands. Each mistake, each misstep and slip-up and refusal to comply, will earn you one extra slap. The tool is to be decided based on the severity of the offence.  

The belt, all rigid rawhide and sharp edges, cuts into the supple flesh of your ass with each easy, nonchalant flick of his wrist, abrasively snapping against you.

Each collision of leather against flesh sears a tingly sting into your skin, biting rapidly rising welts into your ass and sending spiky jolts of agonizing pain bolting up your spine, the pain fading to a dull throb for just a moment before another blow is delivered.

“Gorgeous,” Satoru murmurs to himself halfway through your punishment, the word nothing more than a little huff of breath. You don’t dare respond, simply crying out the next number as he lands another harsh blow to your abused skin. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more beautiful sound, he continues, voice appearing faint and far away, mingling with the combined symphony of the crack of leather and pathetic whimpers muffled by sheets.

“It’s incredible,” he says, louder this time, voice dripping with wonderment, as if he can’t believe he’s created such a magnificent piece—the streaks of blood staining once perfect, unblemished skin; the high-pitched whines and sharp cries of each subsequent number; the resounding slap of the belt against your bare ass that evokes it all.

The whole thing sends a surge of intense power rushing through his veins, the tingling buzz it leaves behind enthralling and invigorating. You don’t need to look at him to know this, don’t need to see the way his eyes shine with it, the way his chest heaves with it, the way his entire body trembles with it—you can feel it in the atmosphere surrounding you, can feel the shift as his ego saturates the air, as his pure superiority bleeds into it, dense and suffocating, stimulating and revitalizing.

It infects your body, seeping in through your skin and flooding your veins, re-instills the need to be submissive, the ache to be good, providing you with the strength to endure.

The punishment lasts for forty-five excruciating minutes, accumulating a total of thirty three spanks—the extra three tacked onto your original punishment of thirty, one for each time you broke a rule. He’s on you in less than a second the moment it’s over, belt dropping to the rug-covered floor with a distinct thump as soft, eager palms roam your sweaty body, lips crushed against yours, still trembling as they spill pitiful whimpers into his mouth.

The luxurious bedroom—all cream and gold and drenched in sunlight—is blanketed by backhanded praises, warning you not to be a brat and just take what he gives. He’s sadistic when he gets in moods such as these, a feral glint in crystal eyes as large hands hastily flip you over—so fast it knocks a gasp of his name from your chest—seemingly unconcerned about the fresh blood oozing from the thin swollen welts that embellish your ass staining his thousand dollar sheets.

“Daddy needs you now,” he growls when you try to protest, breathing erratic as fingers flex on your hips, squeezing and kneading before pressing down hard, a silent order to stay fucking put. “And you’re going to be a good little girl for your Daddy now, aren’t you?”

Of course. Of course, because you are a good little girl, his good little girl.

But he’s a bad Daddy.

And, like a bad Daddy, he defers aftercare—it can wait, he practically snarls as he drags you to the edge of the bed, folding your legs up on either side of your body, knees nearly nudging your jaw; and foregoes prep almost entirely—two slender fingers slipping between your slick folds, prodding your hole and deeming you wet enough to take him.

And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it when he gets like this, when that façade of indifference finally shatters to pieces, replaced with desperation, with urgency, with neediness.

Your head lifts from the plush mattress, neck straining a little as you watch him push his trousers down his thighs through bleary eyes, residual dewdrops of tears clinging to spidery lashes. His cock bobs a little as he kicks the pants off, and it’s just as pretty as he is, smooth and symmetrical and perfect in every way.

“This would be part of your punishment,” he pants out, speaking over your cry of discomfort as he begins to shove his cock into you, little cunt aching as it attempts to accommodate the sudden intrusion. “If you didn’t love it so much, fucking slut,”

“Daddy!” The pet name claws its way up your throat in a yelp, hands scrabbling against his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh through his Armani button-up in an effort to steady yourself, eyes squeezing shut against the severe burn that accompanies the stretch. “Gonna—Gonna tear me in half,”

“You’d think you’d be used to this by now,” Satoru muses, voice already returning to its apathetic playful lilt now that he’s half buried in your cunt, breathing already calmed. A malicious little smirk decorates his lips and he observes you as if awestruck, one of his hands moving to trace the curve of your cheek, cold fingertips soft against your scalding skin.

“So beautiful like this,” he whispers as he finally bottoms out, hips pressed flush against the back of your thighs.

And you are, fresh tears that glitter the way his eyes do in the waning sun streaming down your cheeks, leaving the prettiest streaks of salt staining your flesh; lips swollen from merciless teeth sinking into them, an attempt to silence yourself, to keep those whines and complaints of Stop, Daddy! and Hurts, Daddy! safely stored in your throat.

Your little hole flutters around him, still struggling to adjust to his girth, and his head droops forward, long tongue unfurling from his mouth to lap at the bitter water adorning your face, slow languid strokes from your jaw to your bottom lashes, replacing shimmering tears with viscous saliva.

Saccharine sugar stings your nose, sticky toffee bathed in decadent chocolate and garnished with a touch of vanilla enveloping you in a sickly sweet embrace.

Such a scent—his scent—starkly opposes the vicious snapping of his hips, setting a merciless pace from the very start, blunt nails biting deep half-crescents into your flesh as they hold you in place.

But the pain only heightens the pleasure, contradicting sensations clashing together with every one of his brutal thrusts, cashmere feeling as rough as sandpaper against your raw, wounded ass. Thorns of pain pierce through your abdomen and shoot up your spine, back arching off the bed, and the muscles in your thighs flex and clench with every slam of his cockhead against your cervix.

It’s potent and intoxicating, a heady exhilaration clouding your brain and flooding your veins, and soon there are tears leaking from your eyes again, dribbling into your mouth and mixing with strings of drool that coat the words you’re babbling out.

Blood rushes in your ears, procuring a deafening ring, and you’re not even sure what you’re saying anymore, voice vibrating indistinctly in your chest as saliva soaked mewls ooze from your mouth. Your Daddy’s staring down at you, condescension etched into his pretty features, eyes morphing from dainty crystal to the navy of a tumultuous sea, framed by strands of cream and ivory dripping with sweat.

And he’s so big, too big, stuffing you full to the hilt with each ruthless piston of his hips, mattress trembling beneath you from the sheer strength; and it’s so much, too much, you swear you can feel him in your tummy, can see the way your lower abdomen cutely bulges in synchronization with every pounding thrust.

You must say it in some way, in some shape or some form, because the patronization varnishing his features melts away, sharp smirk dissolving into a genuine grin, blue eyes lightening with pure adoration.

“Such a good girl,” you think he’s saying, through it’s hard to tell when your eyelids keep drooping, hard to hear when a symphony of broken moans and hitched whimpers and the sharp slapping of skin against skin blanket the room, reverberating off the walls of your skull. “You’re such a good, good girl for me,”

Yes, Daddy, you want to say, such a good girl for you, only for you.

“Y-Yours,” you manage instead, locking your arms around his neck and clinging to him.

“Mine,” he growls, possessiveness lacquering his eyes, brilliant and bright and shining with devotion. “That’s right, mine,”

It only takes another three thrusts before you’re gushing all over his cock, the intense spasming of your cute little cunt drawing the prettiest whines from the back of his throat as he rams into you.

“Beg for it,” he demands, and although it’s an order, it comes out more like a plead, desperation sown into his voice. “Beg for Daddy’s cum,”

You obey immediately, words spilling from your lips without a second thought, automatic and instinctual. Please, Daddy, gimme your cum? Please, please, pretty please, want your cum, Daddy, fill my belly with it, Daddy, I need it, need it so bad, please?

He gives you what you want only a moment later, cock throbbing almost violently as he fills you with thick, scalding cream—so much that you’re sure it’s dribbling out of you, trickling down your ass and onto his pristine sheets—and you roll your hips up, attempting to milk him for more.

“G-Greedy,” he pants out, but there’s a dazzling smile slapped across his face, and so much love in his eyes it’s nearly overwhelming, a fresh wave of tears casting a gleaming shield across your own.

He notices immediately, both of you wincing a little as he pulls out, a wrecked little whine escaping your mouth.

“My poor little princess,” he’s saying as he untangles his briefs—Balenciaga, this time—from his trousers, abandoned in a heap on the hardwood.

“Daddy,” you rasp, a frown marring his face, fingers encircling your ankles as he helps you unfold your stiff legs.

“I know, I know,” he’s murmuring as gentle hands pull the soft clothing up your silky thighs. “It hurts, I know baby, Daddy’s gonna make it feel better now,”

A shiver courses through your body, and he tuts, nimble fingers making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, shrugging it off before he hoists you up and drapes it over your shoulders, tenderly threading your arms through the sleeves.

It’s cozy, and warm, infused with his scent—melted sugar and expensive cologne—and you snuggle into it, weak arms pulling the material tighter around your body, swathing it in comfort. Tears prick your eyes again, blearily blinking them clear as you glance up to find him backing away. A noise of indignance sounds in the back of your throat, eyebrows knitting together as you make grabby hands for him.

“I’ll be right back, princess,” he reassures you as he laces your fingers together and allows you to pull him back towards you, voice soothing like a lullaby. Fingers trail along the curve of your cheek then trace the line of your jaw, palms smoothing hair back from your face. “Daddy’s just going to go get the first aid kit so he can clean you up, okay?”

“‘N then food?”

He coos with a little chuckle, cupping your head as he tilts it up towards him, eyes overflowing with fondness.

“Yeah, baby, and then food. Whatever you want, it’s yours,”

Gojou Satoru may be a bad Daddy, but he is also your Daddy, and that makes him the best Daddy.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #OKAY I'M GOING TO BEEEED NOW #IT'S LIKE FOUR THIRTY IN THE MORNING #tw daddy kink #tw noncon

[aruuq]

Baby Daddy Headcanons – Gojou Satoru

characters: gojou x afab!reader. they are called “mom” but besides that i tried to make it as gender neutral as i could

genre & style: fluff, crack; bulleted headcanons + writing; non-curse AU

notes: annoying husband, embarrasing dad, fucking idiot satoru. that’s all i have to say. i hate this man so much i can’t stop myself from writing stuff with him. it’s awful. after a whole bunch of headcanons, there’s a lil fanfic.

warnings: pregnancy, labor, mention of food, forgetting about the kid in a public place, very sassy child

word count: 1.6k

Let’s face the truth – this man is a child on his own

He is irresponsible, unpredictable and incredibly stupid, so leaving him with a child without checking in on them every few hours if everything’s alright might not be the wisest decision to make

But let’s start at the beginning

Gojou doesn’t seem to be the type to want a child at first

So your pregnancy in 90% is an accident

Eventually, at some point in his life maybe he will think that he would want to see the little version of himself, but I highly doubt it

I think that, regardless of his shitty personality, he considers that this world is an awful place and just doesn’t want to doom another existence to live in it

Or he just wants to always stay young and not have the problems connected with raising a new human being

Too bad for you, Gojou Satoru, because your pretty s/o is pregnant. Whatcha gonna do now, huh?

When he first heard about your pregnancy, he thought it was some sort of a lame joke

After all, you were using protection every time you were having sex

That’s why, when you told Gojou about it while eating breakfast, he just chuckled, said it’s not April Fool’s Day and took a sip of his morning coffee with milk and a lot of sugar, completely ignoring you

He only believed you when you were on the verge of tears 

“Wait. So you were serious all this time?”

Satoru was thrilled, but he didn’t want to show it. Pulling you closer into his arms, he ruffled your hair and said that everything was going to be alright, after all, he was the Gojou Satoru. Yet, you were perfectly aware that there was a possibility of him being more scared than you

We can all agree that he's an asshole, but the decision about keeping the baby was in 100% up to you 

Gojou was surprisingly helpful throughout the whole process of your pregnancy

Of course, the little bitch he is, Satoru was teasing you about you eating a lot of weird things, having constant mood swings and not being able to paint your toenails

But he was always ready to go to a shop for you and help you with everything at every freaking hour

The longer you were pregnant, the more he was sure that he wanted to be a father

He loved to talk to your belly. To gently caress it, draw on it and feel how the baby is kicking. He was really cute with this stuff

Picking the name for your baby boy was a massacre tho

Yes. He thought that naming him Satoru Junior is the best (if not the bestest) possible option

Gojou kept you company for the whole labor. He was holding your hand, wiping the sweat off your forehead, kissing the crown of your head. I feel like he was really close to crying when he saw your son for the first time, but he never admitted to it.

Sleep? What’s that? You are not the best person to answer this question since you were the one waking up to calm down the baby in the middle of the night. Satoru was hardly ever helping you, staying in bed and immediately going back to sleep as soon as the baby stopped crying

You couldn’t really blame him, after he came back home from work, he was spending all of his free time on taking care of your son

Gojou Satoru is a man that really likes to spoil his beloved ones

When your kid was old enough to talk, every trip to the store ended with Gojou buying at least one new plushie, three toys and a whole handbag of sweets

Sometimes it looked like he was convincing your son to buy him another toy, because he wanted to play with it

As I said – he is a child on his own

When your son began attending elementary school, Satoru was mostly in charge of dropping him off in the mornings on his way to work

Which your kid hated, because this little asshole was the embarrassing kind of father, I can assure you of that.

“Son, dontcha worry, when you’re back home, your sheets will be changed already from you wetting the bed at night”

Of course he said that while smiling like an idiot, patting this poor kid’s head.

But the real troubles began the day Gojou was in charge of taking your son back to the house

After he turned down propositions of going to get coffee from two single mothers, he took the child to run some errands in town. The truth was that he mostly just wanted to show his own son that he is the cool dad

Everything was fine, a little shopping was made, kiddo even had fun. Perfect time to go to the centre for the last thing you wanted him to buy and then the grand finale of this fantastic father-son trip in form of eating hot-dogs at a gas station

“Go pee and I’ll buy the hot-dogs. Cheese sauce, right?”

Aaaaand, challenge failed

Satoru truly is a dumb dumb idiot 

Driving a car, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding two hot-dogs tight, radio blasting, thinking if there is any possibility he has forgotten about something

Yes. Your son, you dumbass.

“Waaaaait… Why did I buy the two… Oh shit, Junior!” 

Steering wheel to the side, foot heavily on the gas pedal. Worry not Junior, we’re coming to get you

“Hi mom. Dad left me at the gas station,” your son called you, his voice calm and stoic. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. Everything’s alright.” He answered right before your immediate wave of questions. 

“Nothing happened to you sweetheart? Are you safe?” Your voice was shaky as the fingers tightened on the cell phone.

“I’m fine,” the kid repeated. “He only left a couple of minutes ago so he should be here in a few. If not, I’m calling you again to pick me up, okay?” He was playing with his shoelaces, sitting on the concrete, his back comfortable leaning upwards on the wall.

“Are you sure you don't want me to come to get you?” Biting the lower lip under stress, you murmured. You were so worried, but at the same time furious. How could this idiot forget about his own child. Satoru was unbearable. Self-proclaimed adult.

“Yep. Don’t worry, mom. I got this.” The obvious smirk on his face let you calm down a little.

“I’m gonna kill him, when he gets you home” you snapped.

“I think I have a better idea…” he said, the light-blue iris following a very well-known car. “Dad just parked. When we come back, pretend you don't know anything. At least at the beginning.”

“W-wait, honey, what?” You stuttered out, having no idea what's going on and what your son has in mind.

“He left the car. I needa go. Bye.” He replied quickly, hung up and stuffed the phone deep into his pocket. 

Gojou almost came running, not bothering to lock the door of the automobile. His expression looked really bothered, almost thrilled. The boy almost felt guilty with the plan he thought of. Almost. The words that left Satoru’s mouth reassured him that it was a great idea.

“There you are kiddo!” He sighed, crouching in front of his son. “You didn’t call your mother, did you?” He lowered his sunglasses to meet the boy’s eyes.

“Not yet,” the kid snorted. He didn’t look away, taking up the challenge. 

Man clicked his tongue, squinting at the child. He couldn’t believe his son was only seven, yet so savage. The true Gojou genes were making their presence known from the beginning, huh?

“How much?” Satoru asked slowly, not wanting to spoil the situation even more.

“We’ll see.” The boy shrugged, getting himself up. “First of all, you buy me the new Lego set-”

“Easy.” He laughed at the ease of the task.

“Lemme finish.” The devil’s smile appeared on the young face. “You buy me the new Lego set and you cannot play with all of my Legos when I’m not at home.”

“Wha-”

“And you need to buy mom this necklace she wanted. Then I will decide whether to tell her about it or not,” he adjusted the hood of his sweatshirt, looking down at his still-crouching father. “What’s your answer?”

“Not the Legos…” Gojou muttered in a crushed voice.

“Okay, Imma call mom,” the kid put his hand into his pocket, grabbing the phone.

“No.” He stopped him, holding the purple sleeve. “I’m gonna do it.” He swallowed loudly.

“Promise?” The boy crossed his arms on the chest, his voice confident, as the urge to laugh at how pathetic his dad was was hard to overcome.

“Yea, yea, I promise” Satoru spurted it out, grinding his teeth.

“Awesome! Let’s go home then. I bet you ate my hot-dog. I’m starving.”

“Yea, let’s go home…” Gojou murmured, feeling unimaginable pain in the heart. The Legos.

Little did he know that you already were informed about his mistake and you won't let him go that easily.

#gojo #gojou #gojo satoru #gojou satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo satoru fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fluff #fluff #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #anime fanfic #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou fluff #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojou satoru fluff #!aruu writes

[sukirichi]

sukirichi’s 2.4k milestone event

weee another milestone and nooo i couldn’t wait for 2.5k because i’m so excited and happy, thank you so much! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ including HAIKYUU this time around yeeeee! also i don’t have a restaurant aesthetic anymore, just kind of goofing around now! REQUESTS ARE OPEN. 

before you request...

please read about my writings first! it will include the stuff i write and don’t write about. i’m more flexible in nsfw works, so if you really want to try for a kink, just send me in and if the idea is up to my liking, we’ll see how it goes! 

please be patient and nice! if i don’t like the tone of your request or if you’re ‘demanding’ me, aka, “hey, write this for me, this concept...” your ask will immediately be deleted!

no requesting of the same idea to other writers please!

please keep in mind i don’t do too much canon-heavy plots, aka really specific canon events and how they lead up to one another. i don’t read the manga for both jjk and haikyuu ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ

I do not do headcanons anymore. I’m not good at them LMAO.

i feel a lot more laid back in my writings now, so i’ll only be taking requests that i want to write for! the accepted requests will be listed down below as i organize them

you may refer to my first milestone event if you want more ideas for AU requests! you no longer need to include the numbers/spices/ingredients format used in that. just send whatever idea you want ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU. whichever idea i love the MOST will be turned into a series just because I want to try new things hehe!

— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)

: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, miya twins, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, tetsuro kuroo

— characters i can only write sfw for

: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

: kenma kozume

— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for

: fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin, ryoumen sukuna, gojo satoru

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

accepted requests: (only accepting the ones that interest me for now!)

favorites marked as ⭐

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: hello love!! i know it LITERALLY just came out but would you consider a pt 2 or a drabble for sweet lies? where megumi either catches her and sukuna or she genuinely starts moving on uasdfghj i'm convinced that megumi heard her fucking sukuna in the bathroom <3 anyways pls feel free to ignore me too

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ma’am , i beg of u ,,, spare husband! sukuna x wife! reader drabble. I just read your arranged marriage AU and lordddd i’m obsessed. How long did it take for him to take her virginity 😳? i’m so curious as to how that went down read here: black magic [02]

⭐⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA:  Yooooo how about Rockstar Sukuna seducing his manager ehehehehe~ 

⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ok but... pirate captain Sukuna 👀👀👀 I’m havin some Thots ngl 🥵🤤 I can’t decide whether reader should be the first mate and they’re a kickass Power Couple 💪😎or if she should be a stowaway who gets found out and has to pay for her passage with her body 😩😉

OKKOTSU YUTA: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi saw that your request are open and congrats for the 2.4k !! 🎊 if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that's his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it's y/n and she doesn't die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3 | kiss me more

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: Toge's S/O being so sad that even when he says "smile" it doesn't work( also saw that in TikTok)

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta's sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please🥺Maybe they meet one day when she went to visit the school? Or she's a new sorcerer. Aahhhh I can't think of anything so I'll leave it up to your wonderful mind😌 Thank you! And again congrats! | crush

INUMAKI TOGE: SUKI OMG SIREN AU WITH TOGE AND DEAF READERHis voice hypnotizes all who hear it but she’s unaffected and he’s shook lmao 😂 She teaches him human sign language so they can communicate 🥺 maybe when he realizes he likes her he brings her seashells and other shiny things from the sea floor and it’s so cute 🥰 just 🥺🥺 siren Toge 🥺🥺🥺 (DEBATING)

GOJO SATORU: Hello dear Suki! 🤗 congrats on your more than deserved milestone 👏🏼🥳 I know it’s not the restaurant aesthetic anymore but still, thank you for being a Michelin-star chef spoiling the fandom with your food 🤤👀 I’d love to request the following: ingredient 66 with sugar 8 & 9 and Gojou as cherry on top 🥰 some heavy angst with a happy / smutty ending. additional 🍪 for inspiration - „Best friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her. You never know what will happen, tomorrow might be too late“. Have a lovely day dear 💕

GOJO SATORU: Congrats on 2.4K!!!! May I please request a fic where the reader has like. Zero reaction to Gojo? And he’s kinda shook bc people either adore him or hate him, but here’s reader acting like he’s just a normal dude. And he starts falling for her bc he’s never experienced that before

⭐ GOJO SATORU: a reader that likes Gojo but immediately says N O P E bc they clock that he’s at risk of breaking their heart so they just try to avoid getting close to him despite being a teacher stuck with him a lot of the time. And Gojo is just like ??? But I like you??? Why are you always avoiding me? “I’m tired of you acting like I can’t commit to something. Committing to you is easy.”

⭐ GOJO SATORU: ♡Soft nsfw scenario with s/o and gojo while outside is snowing read here: cold

⭐ GOJO SATORU: Ohoho~ another milestone! Congrats~Can I get Vampire!Satoru x Monster Hunter!Reader where he “proves” to her that all of his victims came willingly(I think from the AU choice you’ll know exactly who I am lol 😉)

⭐ GOJO SATORU: hello! first and foremost, congratulations on reaching 2.4k! i love your writing and its just oh my goodness <3 your stories made my heart squeezed! second of all, i'd like to propose a request for a story. fluff/angst (up to you! your way of writing is just superb) mixed with nsfw gojo satoru. a modern business tycoon au where he just lost his wife and is overprotective of his 1 year old toddler. you're his new staff in the office and is treated badly bcs you know, new staff. one day, you stumbled upon your boss and his baby in a shop, who wont stop crying and he took an interest in you when you managed to calm his kid down. he hired you as his babysitter + made you move into his estate. from there, your life changed! also, thank you for accompanying my days with your stories, it's marvelous! 💕

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: okay i thought you might like this idea for the event (or maybe not lol) - naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man's gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ | good girl

NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Stage magician Naoya and his cute little assistant, where every other trick works to undress or strategically rip her outfit so he can show off his little bunny to the crowd before fucking her brainless backstage

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE:  listen ,,,,, ur naoya hate fic goes crazy stupid may i add something. naoya being overprotective like reader is so pretty and many of the clan men look at them a lottttt and naoya out of nowhere will kiss you in front of them or will grab them in front the maids and workers. then reader becomes mad and they get into an argument and then hate fuck :D lmaoo  (THIS REQUEST PLEASEEEE SEND ME TO HEAVEN) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Omg Suki! Congrats on the 2.4k! So uhmm I decided to take a break from the Kita/Naoya twin au angst 👉👈 idk if you are still accepting requests but HAS ANYONE EVER MENTIONED OR HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED SUGAR DADDY NAOYA????? 🥺 -🌸

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: Megumi being insecure about his eyes because they are a very light green colour( like in manga) so he wears blue contacts( I saw that on TikTok and... big brain energy)

⭐ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: SUKI, HI! First of all, congrats on 2.4K you absolutely deserve every single milestone coming your way 💞💞If it’s not too much to ask may I request a one-shot with megumi where he’s jealous that his fem!crush is spending more time with Itadori and sees how she enjoys his company a lot but it’s purely platonic? Reader likes megumi too and they both need that push in the right direction?Thanks so much if you decide to write this 🥺💖 I seriously love your writing and your big brain sm

CHOSO: Could you write something with Choso and the reader that has a toxic mother (if that actually exists.  She controls everything the reader does, and plays with her mind/ feelings making her feel like she's the bad one)?But after a fight with the mom, the reader has enough and just leaves deciding they will finally do what they want, ending up at a tattoo shop, where Choso is the tattoo artist.Ngl, i'd like this to be nsfw because i am thirsting for this man ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Don't really have kink preferences but if you could include size and breeding kink then i'd be hella thankful ☺

GETOU SUGURU: Yo how about a Victorian AU with Gentleman Thief!Getou and Debutante!Reader nsfw 👀👀 maybe she hears something in the dark and goes to investigate and gets pressed to the wall with a knife at her throat 👀🥵

FUSHIGURO TOJI: can we get a part two of the "lessons learned" toji fic 👉🏽👈🏽 maybe him fucking and overstimulating her so hard she cries and begs for mercy but no mercy will be given. maybe he uses the same handcuffs she used for him on her 🥰 maybe some manhandling cause im a hoe for letting a man throw me around

⭐ KAGEYAMA TOBIO (fckin finally): kageyama tobio x reader fic for mutual virginity loss? maybe they just haven’t had time with him being a fancy schmancy volleyball player, maybe there’s just nerves, i don’t know! i’ll leave it up to u babe <3

⭐ SUNA RINTARO: hi!! congrats on the 2.4k HEHE just wanted to request a suna and tattoo/flower shop au? idk just the thought of tattooed suna is like. mm yes

⭐ SUNA RINTARO/AKAASHI KEIJI: hi suki!! i’m so excited for your event! so i rarely ever see someone else who loves both akaashi and suna so i was wondering if you could write something for them! maybe apocalypse au?? or roommate au?? i was thinking y/n could have a relationship/be fuck buddies with one of them and some smutty exhibitionism happens with the other watching, and then some pining that ends in a threesome if you write those! if not, then just a smutty n filthy little love triangle that you can choose an ending for lol (a happy one would be nice bc my heart can only handle so much angst, but really it’s up to you and what inspires you!!) tysm for doing this event and always working so hard <3

⭐ OIKAWA TOORU: hi i love your writing!! can i please request work au (boss oikawa x secretary fem reader?) with degradation and him fucking your in the window 😭💗💗

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #ryoumen sukuna #uhh im lazy #to tag #THANK YOU FOR THE MILESTONE <3 #sukirichi #suki: 2.4k milestone event

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

the summer moon was born from the waves to be loved (gojo x reader)

or, you got pregnant and the ghost of university days past finds out five years later.

tags: afab!reader (she/her), mentions of pregnancy, sometimes self-care is writing a fic with a messy premise, unbeta’d i’ll go back and fix things i just want this out of my drafts

AO3 || pt 2

o. ghost

This felt like something out of a bad movie.

One of those “yeah, that’s me. The one looking like she just shit herself because the ghost of Christmas past just showed up” kinds of movies. The ghost of Christmas past whom you haven’t seen in the last five years.

The ghost of Christmas past that your daughter looks at curiously, wondering who put you in such a stupor as she asks sweetly, “who’s he, Mommy?”

The ghost of Christmas past whose face is unreadable as he looks at Itsuki before he settles his gaze on you. “Yeah, [First],” the ghost asks. “Who am I?”

Where did I go wrong?

A rhetorical question. 

A lot in life has to go wrong for a man you thought you left in your memories to show up at your doorstep but you can pinpoint the exact moment in time in which you screwed up. It’s all because you sat next to Ieiri Shoko in your mandatory calculus class. If it weren’t for that, none of this would be happening.

No, that isn’t it. Your gaze turns to Itsuki, who looks back at you with familiar light blue eyes and white hair. She may have gotten the Gojou Satoru eye and hair colors, but her hair texture and skin tone both pointed to you. If I sat anywhere else she wouldn’t be here. And even if you knew that sitting next to Shoko meant meeting the world’s most aggravating man you could have fallen for, you feel like you would have taken that path once again.

No, sitting next to Shoko wasn’t where you messed up all those years agoー it was telling her you were pregnant in the first place.

i. spring tide

When you met Gojou Satoru, you considered it a godsend.

Not because his eyes were a rare shade of blue that most would kill to have. Not because he was drop dead gorgeous and the last person you were expecting to see when your classmate Shoko invited you to eat lunch with her and a couple friends.

The reason was a lot more simple thatー he was the first person you’d met in years that had watched and liked Digimon more than Pokemon. I am so glad I sat next to that Shoko girl, you thought in gleeful disbelief as he told you his personal favorites before flipping the question onto you. “I’m basic,” you told him with a laugh. “I’ve been riding the wave of Gatomon love since I was 7.”

Getou Suguru, Satoru’s childhood best friend from what you’d gathered, groaned, “please don’t make him continue with your excitement.”

“Ignore him,” Satoru pushed Suguru’s face away with all the nonchalance in the world. “He thinks Digimon is stupid.”

“It’s a Pokemon bootleg!” Suguru shot back with a sly smile.

In unison, you and Satoru gasped in disbelief and offense. “Boy bye! You can talk all the shit you want about Digimon, I can rest every night at ease knowing if my house were on fire Agumon would be able to say ‘[First], your house is on fire’,” you sneered in jest at the man, Satoru clapping in agreement all the while at your defense. “You don’t get that kind of insurance with Pikachu! ‘Pika pika’ could mean so many things!”

“Where have you been all my life?” Satoru snickered, holding his hand out for a high five you reciprocated with complete enthusiasm.

“Watching Digimon by myself,” you laughed, whipping out your phone. You needed this man’s number stat. “The next time I have a Digimon rewatch, I’m inviting you over. Like, you don’t have the option to refuse, you’ve doomed yourself.”

Satoru’s eyes were gleaming from his lowered shades, “funny, I was about to say the exact same thing to you,” he glanced over at Suguru with a teasing look. “Friendship ended with Suguru, [First] is my new best friend,” the white-haired student declared as he typed his number into your phone.

He labeled himself Digidestined Satoru, sending a text to himself: This is coming from the phone of Digidestined [First]. Your cheeks hurt from how widely you were grinning as you looked at the message. “That better be what you put me in your phone.”

“Definitely, new best friend,” Satoru promised, whipping his own phone around to show your new contact in it. Digidestined [First] it was.

Despite the apparent disownership, Suguru looked amused and unbothered, “okay but see if your ex-best friend takes notes for you if you ever take off from class.” Suddenly your new brother-in-Digimon was singing a different tune, waxing poetic about how Digimon and Pokemon were brothers from different mothers. You rolled your eyes but you’re unmistakably giddy as you watched him talk with his hands.

“There doesn’t need to bad blood between the two,” Satoru ended with a grand bow. “As such, I declare that I can have more than one best friend.”

“How did we even get on the topic of Digimon,” Shoko asked with an amused look on her face, cracking open another beer. “That was so random.”

You grabbed your own beer with a light giggle, you felt rather light compared to how you started this day. “His sunglasses had a Metal Greymon-like pattern and I had to say something about it,” you say after a few sips. “Glad I did because now I have a new brother-in-Digimon.”

Blue eyes held your gaze for a moment and you clacked your cans together in celebration.

That was how your friendship started. Clothed in beer and Digimon. It took about a week before he swept over to your place, seeking out the promise to watch Digimon together. If you can really call what you did watching, you spent more than half of the time talking over the episodes about miscellaneous topics than actually watching Tai and the gang try to get back to the physical world.

He’d known Suguru since he was 5.

(“We got into a fight on the playground. I wanted the swing and he wouldn’t get off. So I kicked him and he threw sand at my face, we’ve been buddies ever since.”

“I have a lot of questions about how y’all went from trying to kill each other to being best friends.”

“Look, don’t question our methods.”)

He was a December Sagittarius, born December 7th.

(”Yeah, I can tell!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”)

He apparently started eating sweets to stimulate his brain but ended up with a sweet tooth.

(“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, did you get that shit from Death Note?!”

“.... no.”

“Oh my god, you did!”

“You literally got a tattoo of a butterfly because of a crush you had on Jolyne from Part 6, shut up!”

“Satoru, don’t play these games with me.”)

He sounded eerily similar to Bruno Bucciarati from part 5 of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.

(”Arrivederci!”

“Oh my god that’s insane! You do! Say something else!”

“STICKY FINGERS!!!”

“PFFT-”

“See? I could totally get away with saying I voiced him and no one would bat an eyelash.”

“Who else do you sound like?”

“I’ve been told I make a great impression of Kuroo from Haikyuu!!”

He did, by the way.)

And he was currently enrolled as a business major. 

(“My old man wouldn’t get off my back about it. You?”

“Marine biology.”

“We have that program here?”)

He had a natural charisma that just drew people in, yourself included. That’s why you think it was so easy being with him, he made it feel like you’d been friends all your life even if reality said otherwise. He made everyone feel like that, that’s why he’d always be surrounded by people.

Still, he’d find a way to make you feel special when his eyes would light up in recognition when he saw you wave across the room at parties.

How he’d jig across the room with those lanky limbs of his to grab you in a hug. “[First], you finally made it! Thanks for coming out of the bat cave you call a room to grace us with your presence!”

It made you feel special that you were friends with the person adored by everyone else. That’s why you could playfully push him off of you and say, “you mean the bat cave you crawl to when you lock yourself out of your room and Suguru isn’t in either?”

“I’m hurt, why are you being mean to me?” Satoru pouted batting his white eyelashes like a distressed damsel. “Don’t you know who you’re being mean to when you’re being an ass? This, this is who you’re being mean to,” he gestured to himself.

"Last week you ate my fries after I specifically said not to touch them because I counted how many I had left, I know exactly who I’m being mean to.”

“How was I supposed to know you’d count them again whenever you decided to eat them?” Your irritation from last week had long since passed though, that was why you could laugh it off with a shake of your head. Satoru was Satoru, it was what you liked most about him even if he could be a pain in the ass.

Suguru’s brown eyes twinkled as you joined the small fray of him, Shoko and Utahime in a corner of the room, “I’m just glad I’m not the only one dealing with him anymore.” Satoru suck his tongue out with a ‘rude’.

“Someone has to do the dirty work,” Shoko replied as she raised a cigarette to her lips. “it might as well be us.”

Utahime smacked the tobacco stick out of her girlfriend’s hands as she said, “I’d rather not be included in the list of people of doing the dirty work.”

“Et tu, [First], et tu?” Satoru asked when you made no effort to come to his defense.

You raised your hands in mock defense, “I have to be a little mean to you sometimes, Satoru,” you told him with a snicker. “It keeps you from getting too big an ego.”

Whether or not that was working was debatable.

The night went on smoothly until your favorite brand of beer had been noticeably picked off from the coolers.

That’s my cue to leave.

“Sorry gang, but my lips don’t touch anything but Don Equis and Asahi,” you said with an air of regality not suited for a party of college students. “Maybe Corona if there’s nothing else. I’m not drinking... whatever this is. So I’m gonna head out, there’s a 24 hour liquor store around here somewhere.”

A chorus of farewells came from your friends minus one. “You coming back?” Satoru looked over at you in earnest.

But you shook your head, “nah, I think I’m done for the night,” you told him truthfully. Your social battery was gone for the rest of the evening and home was the only place you wanted to be. “I’ll catch you guys later though,” you stood up with a stretch.

Satoru stood up with you, “I’ll walk you back to your place then.”

Which was how you ended up sipping beers at the park, laying on soft grass. It wasn’t truly quiet, not with the passing of cars and the occasional passersby but it was quiet enough compared to the welcomed ruckus of the party. “Satoru,” Satoru hummed wordlessly in acknowledgement. “Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”

“Dunno,” Satoru shrugged back pressed against the earth snuggly. “I never really got to think about it.”

He was an only child and as such the only one his parents’ turned their gaze to with pressure of taking over the family business. He confided in you ages ago how he hated it when you started seeing more sides of Satoru than the mischief-loving comedian he presented himself as.

You scooted closer to him to lean over his head, “well I think whatever you end up doing, even if it ends up really pissing off your dad, you’ll be great at it. You’re Satoru, that’s how I know you’ll be fine,” your voice held the tone of a promise. I promise you’ll be fine and you’ll be happy.

Thanks, [First]. You liked to think that was what that look on Satoru’s face meant. “I think you’ll make a great part-time aquarist, full-time whale researcher,” Satoru replied instead.

“You’re damn right I will,” you smiled warmly at him, moving a stray strand of his hair off his forehead. “Be careful I don’t disappear for months, spirited away by the sea folk on my Children of the Sea shit.” You took his sunglasses off, you had no clue how he was able to wear them 24/7. Even stranger was how he was still able to walk so easily at night despite having them on. Apparently the Gojou eye genes were built different; the colors of his eyes certainly were. “I’ll come back to shore occasionally, mysterious as the sea itself.” The sea you got to see every time you looked at his eyes, even if now they were barely visible even with the street lights.

Satoru looked back at you with a small smirk, “even if you got spirited away, I’d just go and bring you right back. Suguru’ll kill me if I try and make him watch Digimon Tamers with me again. You said it first, remember?” His voice was low as he recalled your exact words from your first meeting. “You’ve doomed yourself. There’s no ditching me now, not even at sea.”

“I did say something like that, didn’t I,” you smiled wryly. 

He didn’t say anything back, but you could guess that he was likely thinking something along the lines ‘yep, that you did. No take backsies.’ A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, his eyes staring up at yours. It’s then you swore you saw him glance at your lips from where he laid and just when you considered the idea of kissing himー the sprinklers turned on.

Even worse, in your surprise his head clashed into yours as he tried getting up with a start.

Then there was a dash of bullshit on the side when your beers spilled over into the grass.

Great, you thought as Satoru tossed your emptied cans into a nearby trash can after you got out of the line of fire. You shook your arms, droplets of water flying off your soaked sleeves.

You should have taken that as a major sign from the universe that you would be making a mistake of gargantuan proportions if you kissed that man.

Instead, the two of you looked at each other and laughed. “God I hate this park, why do we even come here? Nothing good ever happens when we do,” Satoru said with a shake of his damp hair.

“This is the first time we’ve ever even come here,” you snickered.

“And see what a great start we’re already having with it?”

“Come on,” you tugged him by the wrist. “Let’s just change at my place, you have some clothes somewhere over there.”

A smarter person would have left it at that once you got home and showered, placing your clothes in the wash. It could have been a pleasant end to the evening, the two of you crashing on the couch while watching some dumb movie you never heard of on Netflix.

But the same atmosphere from the park came back with you when he came out of the bathroom at the same time you planned to knock on it to ask if he wanted something warm to drink. “Oh, sorry-” you say when your fist lightly landed on his chest instead of the door. “I was just gonna ask if you wanted tea or something. I bought your favorite brand of honey.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” he answered but you made no move to go to the kitchen and he made no move to ask when you would.

Who kissed who first, you weren’t sure. It didn’t really hit you that you were kissing until Satoru tore his lips from yours with a pant, “hey how drunk are you because I really just wanna make sure-”

“I’m not,” you pulled his lips back onto yours and Satoru hadn’t wasted time in hoisting you up by the legs.

ii. neap tide

When does one stop sleeping with their friend? You suppose it is probably when you realize you have feelings for them.

You didn’t do that.

If it had been anyone else doing this to themselves, you would have told them to cut the cord while the feelings were still manageable.

Or maybe you at least tell the other party how they felt.

You didn’t do that either.

Maybe that was why it was all catching up to you one day when you woke up feeling like crap. The physical manifestation of your stress coming back to bite you in the ass. Right before the trip you were planning on taking with your friends, you started feeling like crap only exacerbated when Satoru was in your presence.

But you still went despite your physically manifested stress because you’re a pushover. Or more specifically, if it involved Satoru, you folded faster than Sunday morning laundry. You had to when he looked at you in concerned disbelief you were trying to drop out of your plans last minute.

“Satoru, it isn’t the end of the world if I stay home. It’s just a week long break.”

“A week long break from your friends? From me? Your best friend?”

You struggled not to laugh, “last week you said I was kicked from that position because I watched one episode of Love is Blind without you.”

Satoru scowled at the memory, “because that’s our show, we started that together, there’s no watching ahead,” he reprimanded you. “And clearly I’ve forgiven you since you’re back in that position because I can’t believe you’re trying to leave me to survive with a couple and Suguru for a week!”

You puckered your lips and shrugged, “if it’s any consolation, Suguru is your boyfriend like 95% of the time.”

“Well right now Suguru is that asshole Kenjaku’s boyfriend and Kenjaku is supposed to be coming and I do not want to fourth wheel that by myself.”

You flicked his nose softly, “so you want me to third party fourth wheel with you so you don’t have to be alone with two couples?”

Satoru grinned and you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes. “Third party fourth wheel with benefits, yes.”

You stared at him for one, two, three seconds before you relented. “Look, I’m only going because I want the sex, not because I’m happily agreeing to fourth wheel with you.”

Satoru whooped regardless in his victory, “works for me!” He chortled as he went back to scrolling on his phone.

Silence fell over you as fiddled with your pointer finger and thumb.

“Hey,” Satoru spared a glance from whatever he was staring at on twitter. “What are we supposed to be?” Blue eyes grew to the size of saucers and you continued, “Classic no strings attached? Or is this supposed to be going somewhere?”

That made him set down his phone, “why,” he licked his lips before grinning, but it looked forced even to your eyes. “Why are you asking me that so randomly?”

You deserved an Oscar for how smoothly you delivered what came from your mouth. “Well what if the receptionist there is hot? I don’t need to make things between us awkward because it turned out we aren’t on the same page,” you thumbed behind you in the direction of the hotel. “‘What the hell, [First]’,” you deepened your voice, puckering your bottom lip as you whined. “‘I thought we had something special and you fucked the receptionist? What if they end up fucking with our reservation now?!’”

“First of all, that is not what I sound like,” Satoru stuck his tongue out at you but his shoulders were relaxed and subtle he tried to be, you could feel the relief rolling off of him in waves. “Second, fucking the receptionist does sound like a terrible idea because what if they do fuck our reservation because things go south? Just find someone at a club like the rest of us. But fucking someone else is a non-issue, get all the ass you want.”

“Well glad to know I have the Gojou Satoru thumb of approval,” you smiled and Satoru grinned in return, giving you a nudge with his elbow and you nudged him back. Underneath the calm, you were a storm of turbulent emotions. You weren’t surprised, your feelings had been confirmed. This wasn’t a Disney movie. You weren’t Tiana and he wasn’t Naveenー you weren’t going to turn this commitment-phobe into something he wasn’t. Yet the pain of the confirmation echoed in your chest. “Well, not when it comes to the receptionist.”

“Because no one fucks someone with the power of their reservation at their fingertips, that’s like,” Satoru searched his mind for the perfect example. “Handing over the poison to a chef and that chef was the person you were planning on poisoning.” So is continuing to sleep with someone who didn’t want the same things as you.

You couldn’t help laughing at your idiocy, relieved that Satoru took it as a humorous dig at his less than perfect metaphor. “I’m still fucking the receptionist if they’re hot.”

“I hope they’re married and old, how about that?”

“I’ve always liked them with a little salt and pepper. I fucked your prematurely whitening headass, didn’t I?”

“First of all, this is all natural-”

You’ve doomed yourself.

iii. red tide

Denial.

Anger.

Bargaining.

Depression.

Acceptance.

Those are the five stages of grief. It was certainly the steps that you experienced when the fact your period was late hit you while you were floating when Utahime gasped about the sea turning red.

Red tide, it was the first you’d ever seen it. But that excitement or concern about the possibility of what that meant completely subsided as you stared at the reddening shoreline when you realized a noticeable absence of red that week.

There was no way you were late for any particular reason. This was one of those flukes, your period always had a tendency to be finicky. It would be early or late at its convenience, never mind you being the one suffering. That’s why it was absolutely ludicrous that you left the beach to buy a pregnancy test.

And if you were the word you refused to think, it was your own damn fault for playing with karma the one time you decide to trust Satoru’s pullout game. Both of you were stupid, very very turned on and stupid and you should have just waited to get a condom.

But in the chance you weren’t pregnant, you swore you were going to remain celibate the rest of your university experience. You’d focus on other things, like journaling consistently like you said you would when you were writing your New Year’s revolutions.

Bargaining means nothing to biology, however, that was what you took as the universe’s answers when you were forced to look at the positive result staring back at you.

A lot of thoughts would run through a person’s head at an unplanned pregnancy resulting from a very ill-advised friends with benefits relationship.

Were you still in depression? Or had you reached acceptance yet? You weren’t entirely sure as you stared out the sparkling sea. Your sight blurring the stars above and the stars below did little reassure you as the possibilities ran through your mind.

What would you tell Satoru?

How would he react?

Would he think this was why you asked him about where your relationship was supposed to be heading?

Would assume the worst of you and accuse you of trying to trap him into a relationship when it was clearly supposed to be no strings attached from the beginning?

You didn’t know which unknown would hurt you more.

I should really decide on whether or not I’ll keep it to begin with before I start with all the scenarios, you inhaled deeply with shudder but you didn’t bother to wipe your tears. The blurriness was your own punishment. If I don’t, I never have to tell him anything. We can just cut this off and he’ll be none the wiser.

It was the most optimal scenario when you were still in college. You were barely handling the fees you currently had to pay for school, a child definitely wouldn’t help with that.

Was it too late to find something unhealthy to use as a coping mechanism?

“Yo,” you could have laughed bitterly. Of course, this is when Satoru shows up now. Right after you’ve isolated yourself away from everyone else on the more populated part of the beach. He was grinning, you could hear it in his voice. “[Fir]- hey are you alright?”

Great.

“Yeah, it’s just, you ever see something so beautiful you want to cry? It’s one of those things,” when he looked unsure, you grinned widely and wiped your tears. You didn’t need him to suspect a damn thing. “Seriously, dude, this was the reason I wanted to go into marine biology as a kid. I saw a picture of it once and decided, I wanna see that too. It’s just a surreal moment for me.”

At your reassurance, Satoru sighed, “geez, don’t freak me out like that.” You snorted as he settled next to you and you couldn’t think of anything humorous to say.

“Pretty cool, right?” The blue of the bioluminescence was reminiscent of his eyes, the thought crossed your mind now that he was in front of you.

Satoru whistled, impressed, “yeah but what is it?” He slapped a foot down on the ground, whistling again at the additional sparkling at the stimulus. “You’re the marine biologist, explain the science to me.”

“Sea sparkle,” you told him with a snort, heart drumming all the while. “I never thought I’d see something like this in my life. Red tides are signs of algal blooms are going to happen. They can be harmful but sometimes, completely harmless. This is the completely harmless kind,” a sparkling wave rolled across your feet as if to prove your point. “Well, technically harmless, there’s some conflicting evidence on whether or not it’s okay to swim in. We shouldn’t touch or swim in it to be safe. It’s just been a childhood dream of mine to do this, so don’t tell my friends in the not-dumb-scientist community. And wash your skin really really well tonight before going to bed.”

A grin blossomed on his face in his usual expression of mischief, “I ain’t no snitch.”

“Good because if you do I’m telling Shoko it was you that ate her leftovers,” you stuck your tongue out petulantly and Satoru kicked a splash at your thigh.

“Anyways,” Satoru drawled, observing the glow of his footsteps in the sand. “How long will it last?”

“It depends, sometimes a week. Sometimes a month,” definitely longer than the two of you and the situationship you’ve maintained thus far. “Once the food source runs out, they’re out. But hopefully they’ll be here the rest of our vacation, it’s pretty cool, right?”

“Yep, pretty damn cool,” he repeated like you hadn’t already asked that question earlier.

Satoru wasn’t yours, nothing was going to change that.

iv. ebb

If I’m not going to tell him, I need to leave.

That was the conclusion you came to after ultimately deciding to keep your child. Gojou Satoru wasn’t yours to keep, that was more than apparent. You wouldn’t force him to stay by means of a pregnancy.

You weren’t the first single mother in existence, you doubted you’d be the last. You’d do everything, without his help. Everything would be figured out in due time, it didn’t matter the run around you would have to take.

It took a week after the trip for you to come to that conclusion, packing your bags so you could head home. You’d transfer to a different school, there was no way you’d be able to keep a pregnancy underwraps on campus. Especially not from your friends.

You tried to distance yourself from your friends slowly, but even an inch was noticeable.

You alright?

What kind of sadists are your professors if you’re this busy?

Just let me know if you need me to come over some kind of distraction. Sorry for coming over earlier unannounced, I shouldn’t have assumed. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Those were the texts Satoru sent you the most. If any your friends doubted you, it seemed Satoru doubted you the most despite your reassurance that once you got your workload more manageable you’d be more available. You told him things were fine, maybe he just doubted you because you never told him he couldn’t come over whenever he felt like it. That was how things had been since you became friends.

Your place was his place, his place was yours.

That’s why Shoko had to be at your apartment, arms crossed and looking thoroughly tired.

“What’s been up with you anyway?” Shoko barged into your apartment before you could stop her. “Satoru’s been driving me insane asking me to check on you.” So she said, but you saw the worry on her face even if she tried to hide it. “So what’s going on? He says he’s pretty sure something is going on and you don’t want to tell him. Are you failing a class or something?”

“Nothing,” you told her a little too quickly and the brunette gave you a look that said ‘girl, please’. If your attempt to look as composed as possible wasn’t doing you favors, neither was how messy your room was. “Seriously, Shoko, I’m fine. Satoru’s just being overdramatic. It’s Satoru, you should know this. He went to your clinic once for almost breaking a nail.”

Shoko rolled her eyes at the memory, “yeah but now he’s pestering me to see if you’re actually fine or if you’re just trying to shut him out,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before the concern peeps out of her face. “He said once in high school Suguru pushed him away and stuff went bad between them for a while. He felt like it was his fault for not trying hard enough to see what was bothering him. The rest of us are being chill about everything but we are worried too, you know. Just considerably less dramatically than others.”

That made your heart twist in both in the best and worst ways.

“It’s...” you took a step back and held yourself. “It’s fine. Tell Satoru he’s just being dramatic.”

“Then why is your suitcase out?” [Color] stared into brown as Shoko’s look told you that she wouldn’t drop it until you came clean to her. “Is it that serious? I won’t force you to talk about it, but I at least want to know how okay you are and it’s something you can manage on your own. That’s all, I promise I won’t say anything to Satoru if you really don’t want him knowing,” she’s the most gentle you’ve ever seen her. Only Utahime is privy to the softest of Shoko’s expressions but you can’t help but appreciate the look of worry she has. But I don’t want you to just up and disappear on us either.”

You opened your mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “I,” you licked your lips and sat down on your couch. “I’m thinking of transferring to another school.”

Shoko peers into your face, “and you’re worried about how we’ll take it?”

You shook your head. “I am worried about that but, I’m more worried about the why I need to leave. My parents will probably freak out too, but I’m going to promise them this isn’t going to stop me from pursuing my education.” Wide as her eyes already were, Shoko’s eyes were practically the size of dinner plates. You cut her off before she could say anything else. “I’m pregnant. I found out on the trip we took.”

...

“It’s Satoru’s,” it wasn’t a question.

Your silence was enough of an answer.

“You’re plan was to transfer schools because you don’t want to tell him you’re pregnant?” Shoko’s eyes were wide and you looked away from her. “[First], you can’t expect me to not tell him about-”

Your eyes snapped back to look at her, “you can’t tell him about this.”

Shoko shook her head, “this isn’t just your kid-”

“I’m the one who’s pregnant, I’m the one who decides what to do with it! It’s none of his business!”

Shoko probably would have slapped you if you weren’t expecting, “it’s his kid too, of course it’s his business!”

“Fine,” you muttered coldly, fixing your friend with a cold stare. “I’ll tell him if you can tell me you genuinely think it’s going to go well. That you can really Gojou Satoru dropping everything to become a father for a kid he never planned on having with someone he never planned on being with. Satoru who can’t commit to a relationship at best or won’t commit at worst,” you remember his genuine fear and subsequent genuine relief. “Hell, that he won’t think I tried babytrapping him because I asked him recently if he saw what we had going anywhere and he clearly didn’t want that.”

Shoko couldn’t say anything.

You shook your head with a humorless huff, “yeah, that’s what I thought too.” You paused to close your eyes and inhale deeply before looking at your friend once more. “I’m not telling him anything. I don’t need his help to raise this baby, I can do this myself.”

Shoko eyes are dark and you knew she was second guessing everything. “[First]-”

“You can’t tell him anything. Not even Suguru, especially not Suguru. He’d tell him right away.” Suguru was your friend, he was a great friend even. But you knew where his loyalties lied. He’d tell Satoru in a heartbeat. “Please,” you pleaded. “I’m asking you as your friend.”

Shoko reached for the pack of cigarettes sticking out of her pocket before dropping her hand to the side. Right, your pregnancy. 

You looked at her in desperation, biting your lip. “Please, I’d never ask you this if it wasn’t important. Satoru doesn’t want me,” your eyes stung at the admission even if you accepted that truth ages ago. “Not the way I want him.”

“I,” Shoko released a shaky breath. “I won’t say anything. I promise.”

You dropped out of school without a word to your friends before the month ended.

v. moon

五条・五月。

Gojou Itsuki; you considered writing that on her birth certificate when she was born. Instead, it was your last name Itsuki received.

五, that was the only part of Satoru you would give her, the ‘five’ in Gojou. You promised that little girl you would love her five times as much for his absence.

vi. flow

That all brought you back to now in the present, Gojou Satoru sitting beside you on a park bench while you daughter looked nervously between you both. “Go on then,” you sweep your hand in the direction of the swings. “I’ll be sitting right here, okay? Have some fun with the other kids.”

Yet like moth to a flame, the man with snowy white hair is all your daughter can focus on. “But who is he?”

Satoru opens parts his lips and you beat him to the introductions, “he’s just an old friend of Mama’s, that’s all. Like Aunt Shoko. We haven’t seen each other in a while and we just want to catch up, that’s all. Right?” You shoot Satoru a pleading look.

“That’s right,” Satoru beams. “Maybe I can push you on the swings later.” That makes Itsuki grin back widely. She looks so much like him that there is no denying who she is to him. You know it and so does he.

The smile drops the moment Itsuki is out of an earshot. “You really never planned to tell me about her,” his eyes that normally remind you of crystal clear seas look more akin to frigid chips of ice as he looks at you. “You stop talking to me, you block me on everything out of nowhere and when you dropped out of school, I had no idea where you were-”

“Satoru, you have to understand,” you start, it sounds weak even to you.

Satoru looks at you with a look of pure offense. You can read his mind clearly, “What is there to understand?”

“This was the best outcome for everyone involved. You, me and Itsuki.”

“That isn’t the kind of thing you decide on your own, it takes two to make a child, [First]!”

“We’re not arguing in front of my daughter, Gojou Satoru.”

“No,” the smile that spreads across Satoru’s face is feral. You’ve seen that smile before, one he had whenever he was on the brink of swinging and starting a fight. Never before had that smile been directed at you. “She’s our daughter. My daughter. And I had to find out from Shoko five years after she’s been born that she ever existed in the first place!”

“Like you wanted to be a father anyway,” you hiss, glancing at the growing concern on Itsuki’s face.

“You didn’t even bother asking me what I wanted,” Satoru snaps back. “I would have helped. I want to help.”

“I didn’t want or need your help then and I sure as hell don’t need it now,” you stand up, swinging your wrist away from the large hand that tries to stop you. “You aren’t even her birth certificate,” Satoru flinches like you shot him. “Not your name, not your birthday, not anything. Itsuki’s never even asked about her father,” a lie. It isn’t nearly so frequent as to be considered a problem, but Itsuki did ask about the whereabouts of her father every so often. “It’s just us, Itsuki, I keep telling you that.”

“Do I have another mommy then?”

“No, it’s just us.”

Still, she asks. But Gojou Satoru didn’t need to know about that. “Just go the hell away and leave us alone. I’m not asking for your help, I’ve been doing this alone so far and I plan to keep it that way.”

You take Itsuki home, telling her not to mind the sad-looking man you left on the bench.

“Before you say anything," Shoko starts when she answers the phone. “I know you’re pissed off.”

“No shit,” you all but seethe at your closest friend. Itsuki is asleep and it takes all of your willpower to not turn a firm but loud whisper into shrieks of hysteria. “Shoko, what the-”

“[First], I had to tell him,” Shoko sighs and you can practically smell the nicotine through. “I get it, you were scared back then but Satoru deserved to know he is a father. Itsuki deserves a chance to get to know her father!”

“You don’t get to decide what my kid needs,” you retort immediately. “We have been doing just fine without him in our lives and that’s how I wanted to keep it. Now she keeps asking about the man with the white hair and why he looked so sad and-”

“This isn’t one of those situations where you had a surrogate and did this all on your own, [First]. And he isn’t some random stranger you met some campus party years ago, this is a friend! Why on earth would you tell him that you never put him on the birth certificate.”

“Was. He was a friend,” you correct her. You push back the memories of late night study sessions gone awry by Satoru shoving his phone in your face to show you some video in his recommended list. You ignore the creeping reminders of sharing shit-eating grins, waiting for the moment Suguru learned that you changed his autocorrect for chocolate into something stupid. “We haven’t been friends in years, we’re just old school acquaintances at this point. You know why I never told him about her. And I said it so he would have an out; he doesn’t need to stick around to be her father.”

“And what if she gets tired of you skirting around her questions about him?” Shoko shoots back without giving you a moment to reply that you would handle it if it ever got to the point that it became a problem. “You might be able to skirt around it now but when she gets older she is going to ask and ask and askー and she is going to keep on asking before she does research of her own! There was no way you’d be able to keep this a secret for the rest of her life, what were you planning to do then?!”

“... I was going to figure that out by then.”

“Right and that was going to go by so smoothly and Itsuki wouldn’t feel hurt or betrayed you took away the choice for her to get to know her dad. That could ruin your entire relationship with her.”

“You couldn’t have at least asked?!”

“You never let me! I’m sorry, I’m sorry I betrayed your trust and said things behind your back. I told him to at least let me call and tell you that he knew, but he wanted to meet Itsuki.”

“I just...” your back hit the wall and you slid to the floor, resting your head on your knees. “I don’t know what to do. I didn’t think I would ever see him again.”

There’s silence when Shoko hesitates to reply to your tired voice, “look, I get it. As much as I can try to get it, anyway.” There is only so much that your child-free doctor of a friend can relate to when it comes to your situation. Things worked out perfectly for her when she fucked a friend, Utahime and Shoko’s names were written in the stars. You only admit your envy on lonely nights when thoughts of university days past make a reappearance.

“Satoru is a lot of things. He’s a clown, he’s insufferable and he’s Gojou Satoru that’s enough trouble as it is,” much to your chagrin, you can’t help snorting at her comment. “But he should have a chance to get to know his daughter. You’re a great mom, you’ve been doing great without him. I’ve seen you handle everything, you even went back to school to get your degree. You’ve got the job, everything. I’m not trying to say you need his help, I just want you to be open to the idea of letting him get to know her.”

You think of Itsuki and her questions and the look of hurt that graced Satoru’s face earlier that afternoon. “I don’t want Itsuki to get attached to him only for him to take off,” but a bitter taste fills your mouth at your words. I’m only using Itsuki as an excuse, you can only admit to yourself. The one who doesn’t want to see her father is me.

Fearful you may have been, it was no excuse to keep her away from her father.

“If he does that, I’ll kill him myself. But he wants to be there,” Shoko promises, her voice the softest its been the entire conversation. “He wants to get to know her. She looks just like him.”

She does.

You grab a baby wipe, rolling your eyes in amusement, “Itsuki, you’re getting syrup all over your face, hold still,” gently, you wipe away the sugary mess on her face before it dries and becomes even stickier. Itsuki always leaves the table looking like she’s been off to war. “You definitely don’t get your messy eating habits from me. Let me clean your hands and the fork too.”

Itsuki’s eyes sparkle curiously, “is Daddy a messy eater?”

You look at your daughter, her white hair pulled into pigtails by pastel knockerballs and her blue eyes that sparkle with hope that you’ll have some sort of answer as to the mystery of her secret parent she doesn’t realize she’s already met. “Yeah,” you whisper softly, the ghost of smile on your lips. “He got pretty messy whenever we ate.”

“Really?”

“Yep, and he would always steal the chips out of my bag whenever he thought I wasn’t looking,” you smile knowingly. He isn’t the only one guilty of such a crime. “Kinda like how someone always takes extra bites out of my pudding cups when she thinks I’m not looking.” Itsuki erupts into giggles as you pinch her cheeks now free of syrup. “You really want to meet your papa, don’t you,” you ask almost weakly, resting your hand on the table.

With a nod of excitement, Itsuki answers your question with an unmistakable yes.

“What if Mommy brings Daddy to pick you up from daycare soon? Would you like that?”

Itsuki gasps in disbelief, “Really?!”

Your nerves don’t show as you grin in return, “really.”

The first few rings you wait for Satoru to pick up the phone later in the day are painful.

I should have just asked Shoko to do this, you pace anxiously in the employee parking lot of your job. A childish part of you wishes you had asked your friend seeing as she had already spilled the beans to you. But you remember the more than subtle tone in her voice when she mentioned the other day that Satoru’s number hadn’t changed in all the years you spent out of his life. He’s the father of your child, [First], you scold yourself. Get a grip.

A second later when he picks up the line, you almost hang up in a panic.

“... Hey, [First],” he sounds like he’s grinning but it lacks his usual bravado. “You didn’t change your number.”

“Neither did you,” you reply nervously, fiddling with the fabric of your uniform as the expected awkward silence filled the air. Five years ago, Satoru was one of the easiest people in the world to talk to. Annoying and arrogant at times, most of the times even, but still easy. He spoke his mind clearly; it’s hard reconciling that person with the silence on the other side of the phone. “I shouldn’t have kept Itsuki from you,” you finally begin. “And I shouldn’t have said what I did yesterday, you have a right to be mad at what I did. I’m sorry.”

Satoru’s sigh is slow, “why didn’t you tell me in all these years? If Shoko never said anything, were you really not going to tell me about her at all?”

“Can we not-”

“No, I get to know why you didn’t want to let me know I had a daughter,” Satoru’s voice hardens and you know that running away isn’t an option. Old habits seem to die hard. “You didn’t even tell me you were pregnant.”

“I was scared, okay?” Scared and pathetically in love with someone who didn’t want you back. “I didn’t know how you were going to react... and I didn’t know if you would want to be part of the baby’s life if I decided to keep it. We weren’t even a couple. I freaked out and thought this was best course of action.”

“I would have helped, I would have been there. We were friends, [First],” you can’t tell if he sounds more angry or sad with your younger self’s line of reasoning. “You really thought I would have let you done everything on your own? I would have had your back from day one.”

“.... I’m sorry, I can’t take it back but I’m sorry,” you rest your back against the side of your car. The breeze on your skin doesn’t calm you as much as you’d like.

Satoru sighs again and he’s quiet, contemplative and your heart races wondering what is going through his mind. Would he curse you? Maybe he would take you to court for his parental rights. Instead, Satoru peacefully asks, “what’s she like?”

“Adorable,” your lips quirk slightly at the thought of your child. “I’m pretty sure Shoko’s probably shown you some pictures, so you probably know that already.” Painfully adorable and the entire world knew it, it’s a blessing she isn’t nearly as much of a troublemaker as her father. If she were, you don’t doubt Itsuki would get away with most of her ‘crimes’. “She’s a sweet girl, if she sees a caterpillar on the neighbor’s strawberries, she’ll pick it up and ask if we can take it to the park so it can eat there instead.”

You both share a laugh at that. “She’s smart too, she just sucks things up like a sponge. And she’s popular at daycare, you know,” she gets it from her father, that is easy to admit. Satoru definitely surpasses everyone you know, yourself included, when it comes to attracting people to him. Even when he’s annoying you can’t help but be drawn in. “She’s good at making friends, always looks out for the ones there who have a harder time connecting with people.”

“It’s nice to know she got all her charm and good looks from me,” Satoru chuckles smugly. “It’s a no-brainer the people love her, I expect nothing less from my kid.”

“Oh shut up,” yet you can’t deny his claim. She is Gojou Satoru’s daughter through and through. “She’s a lovable kid; Itsuki was born for it.”

“Was Itsuki the only name in the running?”

“It’s a pretty name, isn’t it? There were others in the running though,” you count down on your fingers the various options you ultimately decided against. “Itsuki stuck out the best.”

“What characters did you use to write her name?”

“The characters for ‘Five’ and ‘Moon’,” you answer softly, remembering the various combinations you could have gone with. Ultimately, there was only one that you could have gone with. “I got the idea from your last name, I... I wanted her to have a part of you with her even if she didn’t know you.”

There’s a pause then a shaky breath. “Gojou Itsuki,” Satoru says finally, sounding a million miles away despite being just on the other line.

“She has my name,” you tell him gently.

“I know,” Satoru replies softly yet there’s a tinge of emotion you can’t quite place. Melancholy? Acceptance? Perhaps a little bit of both. “I just wanted to try it out.”

Silence falls over you both again and you hug yourself despite the sweltering heat of the afternoon. Shoko is right, your secret wasn’t one that was sustainable. “Do you,” your lips suddenly feel too dry and you lick your lips. “Do you want to pick her up from daycare with me today? She wants to meet you, she always has. She even asked about you this morning.”

He does. It shouldn’t surprise you that he does and it doesn’t. Still, your heart pounds when you see him show up at the daycare your daughter spends a large portion of her time at. “Hi,” you greet him nervously.

“Hey,” even though he’s grinning, his smile is a bit off kilter. A sugary pink bag hangs from one his arms. “I uh, didn’t know exactly what sort of things she like but I got her a present. You said she’s really into whale sharks, right? So I got her a plush.”

You don’t have the heart to tell him Itsuki already has five. She’d love his gift anyway. Maybe the one he got her would become her favorite.

“She might adore that more than you,” you joke but you give him a nod a beat later. “But don’t worry about what happened last time. She’ll be happy to see you in a better mood, she was worried about you when we left the park.” Maybe that was the father-daughter bond at work, or maybe it was your child’s empathetic nature.

Maybe both.

You already discussed things with him after he agreed to come meet her properly. He could get to know Itsuki, could even meet the daycare attendants. It would just be a while before you’d be able to trust him with being an emergency contact.

“Hey, Choso,” you wave at the man with pigtails. Intimidating as he looks, his daycare is surprisingly popular due to the low rates. He wanted a place where his youngest brother could grow up happily with his friends. “This,” you start before Choso can question you, gesturing to Satoru. “... This is Itsuki’s father. You’ll uh, probably see him coming around a lot more when I pick her up from now.”

There’s a lengthy pause.

“Nice to meet you,” Choso’s tone says otherwise. If it were possible, Choso’s face would be place right under the definition of judgement. He is definitely deeming Satoru a deadbeat that was finally crawling out from the woodworks.

Satoru ignores it with the air of confidence he didn’t have a few minutes ago outside, “thanks for looking after my kid while [First] was busy. I haven’t been around but I’m hoping to make up for all the lost time.”

You doubt that was meant to be a dig, you still take it as one. “Itsuki’s playing with Yuuji and the rest of their friends right now. You’ll see her at the playground,” he gestures at the infant in his hands. “I have a diaper to change.”

“Don’t worry, I got it,” you wave. “And tell Kechizu that he needs to stop cooking better than me. The other day Itsuki said she liked his lunches more than mine.” That manages to get a snicker out of the man. 

“Itsuki!” You call out once you’re on the playground and you see her eyes light up with recognition and a ‘Mommy!’ Even funnier is her little excited jig before she runs over to hug you although she stops as she recognizes the man beside you.

She glances between the two of you and you smile reassuringly. “Why are you getting so shy? Don’t you remember what I promised at breakfast?”

Itsuki’s eyes widen and her jaw drops wordlessly. You suppose she might not have truly been expecting you’d make good on your promise. At least, definitely not so soon.

“Itsuki, this is Satoru, your father,” you tell her gently, smile small. “Although I suppose, you already met him yesterday. It just didn’t go at all the way it was supposed to.” But what was done was done; Itsuki deserved to know her father. You wouldn’t take away that choice because of your own fears anymore.

“Daddy?” Itsuki asks Satoru, voice just above a whisper.

Satoru nods, settling down on one knee to look her in those familiar blue eyes. “That’s right, kiddo,”

“Daddy?!” Itsuki hops in disbelief, looking between the two of you before her eyes settle on yours again. “It’s really Daddy?!” You aren’t sure if Itsuki knows whether she wants to cry or run away in disbelief that this moment is finally happening.

You knelt beside your old friend, “say hi to your father, Itsuki.”

The tears suddenly well in her eyes but despite Satoru’s panicked voice, you can tell they aren’t sad ones as Itsuki throws her arms over Satoru’s shoulders. And if your eyes are warmer than they were a few moments ago, you don’t mind it as you watch you’re daughter hug her father for the first time.

Itsuki adores Satoru, that’s what you learn in the span of a single afternoon. And yes, she does love the whale shark plush he got her more than the other five you already purchased. She cried even harder when he hugged her back, softly promising he wasn’t going anywhere. That he’d always be there and he would come see her as much as she wanted.

She adores how he took her out for ice cream before dinner and how even after dinner, he purchased even more dessert. 

He was weak to her with no immunity built up over the past five years.

This was why he couldn’t say no when she pleaded he stayed over to at least watch a movie with her before bedtime. Not that you had any room to talk considering how easily you agreed.

“So she had to get Merlin’d?” Satoru asks incredulously as the credits roll across the screen.

“That is not what was supposed to happen, the beautiful girl is subjective to the one who got cursed!” You tell him, flabbergasted that that was the conclusion he came to. Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarves is far more than a comedy. It’s social commentary! “Not to mention the body positive message it sends with the fact that shoes represent societal standards of beauty along with the objectification and idolization Snow experiences while wearing them which further supported the fact that had she had gone to the F7 as herself they wouldn’t have he-”

“Nope, too late. I like my idea better,” you could strangle this man.

“You’re going to ruin Itsuki’s perception of love,” you shoot Satoru a look of amusement and annoyance. At the very least, you know he enjoyed it.

“Good, I don’t need some snot-nosed brat trying to win over my kid that’s obviously aroace,” Satoru says firmly as he picks up your very much fell-asleep-before-the-movie-ended daughter. It’s almost uncanny how natural it looks to you, like he had been around from the start. He probably should have been. You were the one who took that choice from him and made him an unintentional deadbeat.

“Satoru, she’s five and doesn’t even know what that means yet,” you say instead, Satoru oblivious to the thoughts running around your head. One day you’d tell Itsuki the truth, once she was a little older.

“What? She told me she was aroace when I asked earlier today,” Satoru tells you petulantly, moving away when you try to hold her. 

“Only because you told her you’d give her ice cream if she agreed to be,” ice cream she wasn’t even supposed to eat because it would spoil her appetite for dinner in a moment you weren’t supposed to see. “It means you’ll love Daddy forever and think everyone else is gross,” Satoru happily exclaimed, holding a cup of Itsuki’s favorite salted cookie dough ice cream. The five year old happily obliged to his whims.

Maybe Satoru will be right in his hopeful predictions that romance will be the last thing on your daughter’s mind in the future thought. On the other hand, maybe he’d be dead wrong and forced to tolerate whoever she brings home in the future.

“They’re just like you, Dad, but they’re brilliant!” She’ll say, hearts in her eyes.

You almost wanted to manifest the opposite of his wishes, only to see the face Satoru would make. It is far too early to be thinking about such things however.

“I don’t want my kid to date anyone, sue me. So I’m manifesting early,” Satoru pouts as he starts takes her to her room to lay her across her bed.

“You’re so stupid,” you roll your eyes and shake your head in exasperation, but a look of fondness is apparent in your expression.

Maybe you were born to see this moment, the moment you could see that Gojou Satoru is absolutely smitten with his daughter. You can see it in how he presses a kiss to the temple of her forehead as he takes her to his room.

Itsuki was born to be loved, she makes it too easy just by being herself. Suddenly your fears from before felt unfounded. You knew underneath the rejection of Satoru in your life that he would have been there and he would have been more than happy to shoulder the burdens of parenthood even in a platonic way. You stop yourself from wondering what that path might have looked like. You made your choice and this is path you’re on now, there is no other way but forward.

“I’ll have you know,” Satoru points a finger gun at you smugly when he returns, child-free, “my kid thinks I’m the smartest man in the world. So one of you is lying and I know it’s not her.”

“Your kid is biased and spoiled from snacks and gifts,” you retort softly with a grin.

“I don’t hear the voices of the naysayers praying for my downfall, sorry,” you both release a chuckle at your exchange and a comfortable silence falls between you both. “I should probably get going I guess.”

You smile at him politely, “we should do this again sometime, I wanna see what else in our movie collection Itsuki will have you watch next.”

Satoru grins, “it better be the Digimon reboot DVD set I saw in the corner,” he pauses before asking you seriously, “our kid does like Digimon, right?”

“You’ll be happy to know that her favorites are Palmon, Kokomon and Wormmon in that order,” you tell him smugly. How could he think otherwise? Did he forget who you were? “The plushies are just in the toy chest she has at the foot of her bed.”

Your child had to be a fan of Digimon, she had no other choice.

Pt 2 Here

translation:

五月 five moons

五 five (same character in Gojou 五条)

月 moon

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojou x reader #satoru gojo x reader #baby daddy gojou au #this came to me in a discord conversation and it wouldn't leave my mind so i had to write it because it is messy #this was getting so long it has to be split

[seoafin]

oo yeah, the stark differences in eng fics on ao3 and those that i’ve read in websites like pixiv/ weibo/ lofter/ typesetters is a high-context asian subtle/implicit intimacy vs low-context western loud/explicit intimacy (1)

tho ,, i think the setting (character + environment + time) and the prompt (au? canon? romance? slice of life? epic?) play into it. i think the differences that exist between portrayals of intimacy by east asian authors and by western authors largely stem from cultural philosophy, which could make some things jarring to those unfamiliar with either

tbh i'm the type of person who, when reading lit abt supposedly asian characters, would appreciate the story more if it was also true to the characters' culture, and so i'd also like to see them experience and understand love the same way asians experience and understand love. but that's just me (i know there are diaspora who like to see other things), and that's also for a concept that's more for peaceful romance/character-centric settings. it’d be a different case if the story is plot-driven, or historical, or apocalyptic

i personally prefer the nuance of intimacy in pieces by east asians bc that's what i like to see and what i'm familiar with. but either way, i don't mind the differences exist. it just means that there's a variety to all of our experiences. as long as it's written into the narrative in an organic manner, it will still feel like a love i can appreciate, whether romantic or platonic or anything in between.

the whiplash was intense when i opened a fic bc i was curious or bored (or both rly) and then boom, untagged daddy kink. SHSHS it makes me giggle sumtimes, since he’s a jpnese character, when it comes to gojou, bc personally i just can't imagine him calling anyone any kind of petname unless it means to fuck with them,,, like, for eg, in stsg fic i just can't vibe with gojou calling suguru anything but his name, but that's just me and largely the way i interpret their characters, and it's just nice to know that all the authors of jp/cn/kr fic i've read before feel the same way more or less ,, but that's it HSJJSJS if someone else decides they want gojou calling suguru this or that, then that's like, alright. that's what they want to write and see, yk, and there's nothing wrong with that, i'll just swerve respectfully lmao

also for pdas,, i think it definitely depends on the age of the couple and the setting

like, if they're a campus couple, pda is pretty common. handholding, picking each other up from class, study dates in the library/courtyard/cafe, going to drinking parties together, that sort of thing.

the most common petname i've heard cn campus couples use is "baobao/baobei" (寶寶/寶貝), which means precious/baby/darling. for jp couples, tbrh i've never heard anything ,, my friends and cousins don't use petnames either

honestly,,, if u're cn/jp and u're dating someone ur age or younger, u'd probs call them by their given name or a nickname with an affectionate prefix/suffix (小，阿，兒 etc or the norm ちゃん, くん, さん, 先輩/ 輩先 suffix) and ig u could call that a petname. if u're dating someone older than u, then u'd call them (insert name)-san or senpai/jie/ge if u and they want, and that would show how close u are. some ppl date and call each other by their full names, too, and even with honourifics. and some ppl use just their partner's given names.

for kr,, idk much but i think it’s usually 이,야,아 etc and noona/oppa/unni/hyung ????

for older couples, like married couples or people who are working, pda tends to lean towards petnames. "sweetheart", "honey", "wife/husband", that sort of thing. if they're parents, they'd probably call each other "dad", "mum" (I NEVER HEARD MY OWN PARENTS NAME LEAVING THEIR LIPS WHEN THEY ADDRESS THE OTHER)

but if its pda like,, making out in public, i don't think it's very common. i've never seen it shhsjsjs (arm holding can be rewarded with a stink eye from the conservatives elderly (mostly), from where i came from)

in fic, it's abt the same, which means it would depend on the age/setting/couple's preference with the addition of the author's preference which just,,, uh shows , ig

but then again,, pls cmiiw if anyone else knows more

altho i’m a “respect is earned” type of person ,, when it comes to (conservative) elders, it will just fly out of the window,,, the repercussions....just no 🥰 some of them are so fucking petty and are hellbent to teach u a lesson, its actually embarassing

back when the yo mama jokes were still popular and 24/7 circulating in the internet,, me and some friends were 😃😃 like yall can say this and get away with it? when daylight arrive after i crack this kind of joke in front of my relatives, my mom is done scheduling for my cremation date

even if i dont intend it to mean disrespect in some convos,, the damage is done and my parents would straight up be like : “wtf did u just say? try repeating it once more and lets see if u can still sleep under a roof today.” either that or they’ll smack me before saying it ,, whichever could come first depending on their mood 🥴

my relatives wont ever missed if i ever forgot to address them when we meet or during a phonecall by a simple “uncle/ aunt/ grandfather/ grandmother” (usually my grandfather is the one so uptight abt it 💀) and it will end up into a short lecture abt “young kids these days..../ u havent forgot to eat yet u forgot what respect is?/ ur parents are fine ppl but what happen to u”

cue my mother glaring at me or giving the stink eye like @/&/&2@22 most of the times i’m distracted by sth and just spaced out while organising it in my head b4 it could get out of hand ,,, that and the titles i’ve used for each relative is different and i’m afraid to mixed it up bc again...stink eye ,,, like my father’s younger/ older brother and younger/ older sister and cousins + its another different handful of titles when it comes to my mother’s family 😔 - 🐱 (2)

yes!!!! there’s a lot of reasons why i enjoy stsg fics and it’s because gojo and geto are always treated like people in stsg fics.....i’ve found that in a lot of reader insert fics you could replace gojo and geto with the male lead of those mafia boss stories on wattpad and it wouldn’t make a difference LMAO gojo and geto are often caricatures of themselves and it’s just something i’m personally not interested in.

also....i feel like there’s so much intimacy in how someone calls/says your name that just using pet names 24/7 gives it this superficial sense that i’m not really a fan of but then again, in fwb stories i totally understand.

another thing, I really feel like culture DOES play into it. obviously as asian people ourselves who come from a collectivist culture, our idea of love is different from the western concept of love. i feel like this especially comes into play when we see reader insert stories where the MC is super op and strong just so they can “match” gojo and gojo doesn’t need to worry about them even though it’s not even needed!! in asian cultures it’s not a burden to take care of people. it’s love. and i feel like western people don’t quite grasp that bc it’s such an individualist culture (this is a not nuanced at all / a generalization but u get the point)

yeah full on pda in fics always gets me because in japan???? lmao no honey!!! although gojo would definitely do it, not every character would LOL

gojo would pet names as a joke aka ironically, but i just don’t see him doing it seriously unless it's dear or smt

my mom is so big on respect. she always gets into fights abt with my brother and it’s a generational difference tbh but i digress, it’s not like it’s bad to be polite to your elders, but I do think koreans can take it too far to the point where it’s detrimental!!

#once again just my opinion and preference!!! #🐱 anon

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

working on pt 2 of the baby daddy gojou fic and it should hopefully be done by the end of the month, but if not it will be up in early december. and for those who are specifically waiting for the final half of that story to drop, you can either reply to this post OR hit me up in the ask box so i can make a taglist for it

that way when the second half drops, y'all can be immediately notified about it

#look she's not writing #baby daddy gojou au #gojou x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

so in pt 2 we're keeping on brand with the oceangraphy terminology. and we're going back to uni day's past with gojou's perspective on things, i wonder how things will go...

#look she's sharing a wip #gojou x reader #baby daddy gojou au #i usually NEVER share WIPs but i've just been really excited about pt 2 and wanna share a piece of it since it's been a month since i poste #pt 1 in october #sooooo i will share a wip #maybe i'll share again in the future

[saintobio]

sincerely not. (16)

↳ gojou satoru/reader

with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.

genre. heavy angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+

tags/warnings. explicit smut (includes; pregnant sex, daddy n mommy kink, marking, voyeurism, slight humiliation), mentions of miscarriage, manipulation, mentions of sexual harassment, violence

notes. 14.1k wc. this was supposed to be longer but i had to cut the scene and just write it onto the next chapter. thanks sm for the beta @exorphic n @kazbrkker <33

series masterlist -> episode seventeen

Sera didn’t expect that she would dig herself a deep hole that went farther than the Earth’s layers just because of an error of judgement—a miscalculation. Now the consequences of her actions were met with scorching fury that exceeded the core’s hot surface. The ironic part of all this was the fact that what awoke her into reality was a nightmare in the name of Satoru Gojou. Ten months ago, the man showered her with saccharine promises of a blissful, comfortable life and a marriage of genuine love. Life was easier back then; she owned every inch of his heart and they were real lovers despite the stark difference in their social status. It was them against the world, them against the universe and all its vastness.

So, why has he changed his mind now? How come the woman he hated being married to was now taking Sera’s place as the rightful recipient of his heart? Surely, her fault in this situation was her failure to accept his words when he first decided to let go of her. Or when he admitted that it had always been you all this time. Sera’s pride was her hamartia and it made her an antagonist in a story where she was meant to be the protagonist.

This wasn’t her justifying the actual horrors of her actions, but the Sera that willingly put a pregnant woman in danger was a person driven by anger, jealousy, and spite. Her bitterness permeated her veins, flowed through her blood, and blazed her vexed mind. She wanted to inflict pain towards the people that betrayed her heart, but in return, she ended up having the repercussions bite her back.

If she had chosen not to give you that damned tea, stayed in her lane, and became the better person, maybe she wouldn’t have had a taste of karma splashing on her face like ice, cold water. Maybe she would have kept her decent-paying job and lived a quiet life, except she would have to suck it in and be tortured by the joyful face of her ex-lover who unabashedly anticipated his first child with his wife (not to mention he previously expressed disgust at the thought of having Sera’s). They said that the tables would turn, but how come she was always on the unfortunate side of it?

Being escorted out of the company she has worked for two years was not the humiliating part, it was the realization that there was no longer any ounce of affection left from Satoru that she hoped he still had.

But see it this way: Eula was the gas that fueled Sera's fire. Yes, that’s right. On the night when the revelation about your pregnancy infested the media, Sera was back in her room wrecking her things and screaming her deafening frustrations into the world. That same night, she had no choice but to call the woman she looked up to and ask her for advice.

“That woman… She has his child,” Sera sobbed through the phone at the time. “I-I thought she’s infertile. Why did—she can’t have a family with Satoru! Miss Eula, what do I do? I don’t want her to have him forever!”

She received an audible sigh of exasperation from the other line. “Goodness! Isn’t that frustrating? That wretched baby’s causing me stress! My husband’s even happy about it, too.”

“What do we do?” Desperate and hopeless was how Sera saw herself to be. “I want Satoru back… I want him… I c-can’t lose him like this, Miss Eula!”

“Get a hold of yourself!” the woman hissed at her. “Jesus Christ. Do something about it if you're that upset. I have no doubt he’s gonna parade her in his office soon.”

Sera sniffed and wiped her tear-stained cheek. “Do I confront her?”

Eula exhaled, clearly upset at the younger woman’s cluelessness. “Use your head! You can’t confront the legal wife in her husband’s office. Play the game and be smart. Act civil around her, give her your best wishes, and do your usual job in the office. Better yet, offer her snacks and some tea. Fool her with your kindness and silently stab her in the back.”

By this time, Sera already knew where this was going and she wasn’t sure if she could proceed. “I’ll p-poison the tea?” she clarified because that bit wasn’t clear. “I can’t… I hate her, but not that way.”

“She’s not gonna die because of a stupid tea. Just give her chamomile!” Eula’s irritation was rising from her throat. “You want revenge? Then just do what I say. He’s only in it because she has his heir, so don’t give him the privilege to have that abominable child with her. Learn from me!”

Clearly, that should have been the last thing that Sera did even in her most vulnerable state. Despite researching about the effects that the said tea could have on a pregnant woman, she trusted Miss Eula’s plans because she was a good example of a woman who had started from the bottom and earned her way to the top. Sera wanted to be just like her and so all morality was lost when she temporarily allowed her greed to course through her.

She shouldn’t have.

Yet, she was a grown woman who could make her own choices in life and the unfortunate (and clearly motivated) path that she took was to claim revenge on a pregnant woman and her husband. The difference between Sera and Eula was how the latter could have executed her plan a heck ton better than the former had and there would be no trace of guilt that could haunt the older woman. That was how she should play the game. Be cruel, be cunning, be unapologetic.

Sera, although hard to believe, was burdened by her guilt and devastation leaving her with no choice but to run back home in a tearful state. The void she created in her chest was growing larger with each step she took upon entering her home. It was hard to believe how a simple action that she did for a few seconds had resulted into a lifetime punishment of losing a job, a lover, and her dignity. This was the comeuppance that she should have seen like an asteroid coming down to destroy her whole life.

In the end, the love that she had for Satoru had dissipated into anger. And that anger had evolved into spite.

“Nee-chan, what’s wrong?” She heard her brother ask in worry as soon as she stepped inside the house with pale lips and obvious puffy eyes behind her smudged mascara. Her gait was also too languid not to notice.

“Sera, are you okay?” The follow up question was from her mom.

“Don’t cry, nee-chan!” As she fell on her knees and succumbed to her lassitude, it was her younger sister who embraced her in her arms and shared her woes.

Family. All she had left was her family.

She didn’t expect that Nari’s frail arms would give her the most comfort at a time like this. “It’s over,” Sera ended up blurting out loud as she wiped her eyes. “I lost my job and the boss that I was dating is a married man! I was his mistress.”

There was no violent reaction to her revelation. Her family only looked at her with sympathy before scooping her in their arms to provide her cold heart with warmth. Why are they not disgusted with me? Sera didn’t really want to label herself as a mistress since she was the first girlfriend before Satoru was arranged to you, but then she remembered the words you said back in Bora Bora.

“In everyone’s eyes, no one cares about who’s the first love. People care about who’s the one that they married.”

She had lost this game. She was the villain and she couldn’t accept it. She was supposed to be the main character in her fairytale, not you. Your marriage was supposed to be hollow and temporary. Satoru was supposed to end up with her.

“Sera, there are better men out there who can love you wholeheartedly,” her mother offered advice, one that Sera took with bitterness.

She was already scoffing at her mom when she pulled away from all three of them. “You’re one to talk, mom. The man you married can’t even provide for his family.”

Jiro took this chance to answer on behalf of his regretful mother. “Nee-chan, dad’s been sober for a month. He’s been looking for jobs just to repay you for—”

“A-About that…” Their mother’s shaky hands alarmed them. She was tearful and nervous, but Sera wondered why exactly she was acting that way. “The money we had left… Your dad used it to gamble. I-I had no idea he took the card and withdrew the money while I was asleep.”

Sera realized that it was better to get hit by a truck than to hear those sickening words from her mother’s mouth. That her revolting father had spent the last bit of money that they had to sustain their lifestyle all for a fucking game of poker. How about their rent? Their bills? Their everyday needs? She released her stress in the form of screams—so loud that it broke her vocal chords as she sobbed and threw the flower vase across the wall. She was thrashing like an unhinged person, destroying everything around her while she continuously wailed. Everything Sera had worked hard for was taken from her in a single day.

She didn’t deserve this. She deserved better than this.

“Sera—!”

“Onee-chan, wait—!”

No one should ever get in the way of an extremely angry woman because Sera was on the verge of self-destruction and her wrath led her to barge inside of her father’s bedroom, snatching his clothes off the closet, and throwing them straight out of the window. It didn’t stop there. She also started hurling his shoes and everything that he owned out of their house without much regret in doing so. In fact, it was cathartic for her because the last thing she wanted to see in her house was that curse of a father. His existence was an anathema to her.

“If any of you…” she warned, looking at her siblings and her mother with deathly fire burning in her brown eyes, “if any of you ever let that man inside this house again, don’t consider me family anymore.”

They didn’t chase after Sera when she walked out of the house and ran off without a specific direction. She just desperately wanted to leave because even the supposed comfort of her home was a heavy weight on her shoulders. There was no peace even around her own family and she was a minute close into falling apart. Where should she run off to now? Who would comfort a woman like her who just lost everything?

In truth, she had no one. She only had herself and the only person she could think of who had always been there to understand her sentiments was Naoya. A man not from the same status, but nonetheless cared for her well-being. He understood her better than anyone else and Sera was at a point where she could only run to him for comfort.

She didn’t even think twice about showing up at the Zen’in estate just to see him nor did she hesitate at enveloping the guy for an embrace the minute he met with her at the foyer because she needed him to soothe her aching heart. Initially, he had become frozen from her advances, but quickly softened up to stroke her hair.

“I-I did something terrible,” her voice was muffled as she buried her face in his chest.

But Naoya didn’t mind. “Wanna talk about it in my room?”

It had been a long, painful day. A day full of misery and retribution. Of tears and screams. She could tell that the universe had been waiting all along to let her pay for her sins and yet, it seemed like it was asking for more than what she deserved.

“Satoru kicked me out of the company,” she spoke again as soon as Naoya closed the door. His eyes assessed her body language while he leaned his back against the wall, arms crossed when he offered his two ears to listen to her. “I gave Y/N chamomile tea and I knew it was bad for her, but I saw red! I was… I was angry!”

Naoya put his arms down and became rigid. “Woah, you tried to harm her baby?”

Sera thought he understood her so well, so why was he acting as if he was looking at the most abhorrent creature he has ever seen? What happened to their connection where he always saw things in her perspective without prior judgment? Before she knew it, she was already approaching him closer in a manner to clear her name. “Wait, Naoya. Listen, I just followed Miss Eula’s advice. Sh-She told me to give Y/N—”

The blond man closed his eyes and sighed. “I’ll tell you something.”

And just like that, the mood has completely shifted. The disgust in Naoya’s eyes was no longer for Sera, but for the older woman whose name had just left her mouth.

“Eula,” Naoya began, taking slow yet measured footsteps as he circled Sera. “You know I treat her like a mom, right? I respect her. She wasn’t born with inherited wealth, but she worked her way to the top.”

Sera was nodding her head as she listened to every word that left his mouth. Her heart rate was slow and calm because there was nothing more relaxing than hearing Naoya’s voice.

And so he continued, “At first, I followed her around for advice because she’s smart and her mindset can help me strategize in business. But then… she was becoming obsessive towards me. Don’t you think that’s weird? I’m way younger than her! She took advantage of my kindness and tried to force herself on me. It’s really disgusting.”

Wow. Sera was speechless. She never thought that Miss Eula would go as far as preying on a man who was so much younger than her. How could she do such a thing? “I-I had no idea she was doing that to you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have listened to her.”

“She’s crazy,” Naoya stated, closing the distance between them by cupping her damp cheek. “You know what’s crazier?”

Sera kept her eyes on his.

“She’s jealous of you.” As the truth left Naoya’s mouth, something just clicked in Sera’s mind but the man took it by himself to voice out her thoughts. “She clearly wanted to ruin you when she told you to do those things. She knew you’d lose her job. She knew Satoru would hate you more. She knew you would be humiliated in front of his wife. She manipulated you because you were vulnerable.”

This… All of this! How could Sera not have seen it? Horror painted her face in realization because everything was now making sense except for one thing. “B-But why is she jealous of me?”

The corner of Naoya’s lips upturned. Along his smirk, he was brushing Sera’s lower lip with his thumb and gazing at her face with a gleam of adoration. “Why not? You’re young, you’re gorgeous, and you’re one of the kindest girls I’ve met. You’re also hard-working and genuine. You’d be so much more capable and powerful than she is now. Do you really think she’ll allow you to become a Gojou when you’d be a threat to her in the future?”

At that point, the tip of Naoya’s nose was pressed against hers. His minty breath brought heat to her cheek, intoxicating her with the affection that she has long yearned for.

“You’re the only one who truly understands me,” her voice broke when she said those words, and she was shamelessly gripping the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer. “You’re the only one who cares about me.”

Naoya raked his finger through her long brown tresses. “World’s cruel, isn’t it?”

It was such a shame how Sera had spent the past few months being hellbent on keeping Satoru by her side and convincing herself that he was the only man she could ever end up with. Why did she even believe such a thing? Naoya was here and he was a far better partner than Satoru could ever be. He listened to her, he appreciated her, he adored her… Sera should have just fallen in love with him instead of wasting all of her time on a man who was so easy to disregard her.

With all that in mind, her emotions drove her to press her lips on top of Naoya’s soft ones. She was kissing him without shame, kissing him with ardor, with gratitude. They were exploring each other’s mouths, engulfing the sweet taste of their tongue rolling against one another. She was unbuttoning his shirt, undoing his pants, pleasing him with all that she can because the feeling of being intimate with this man gave her the distraction that she needed. Naoya had become the antidote from the poison that nearly killed her heart and she was submitting herself to him with the belief that she should have been doing all this with him long before she allowed her life to be ruined by an ex-boyfriend who betrayed her love. Perhaps Naoya was her salvation. But with the way he pinned her against the wall and roughly sucked on the soft spot on her neck, his actions made her realize that he could be another form of damnation, too. He was heaven and hell. A sinner and a saint.

“N-Naoya.” First, his name escaped her lips with a soft, wanton moan.

The next, she was on her knees being pounded on by the man who glorified her body with praises she had never heard from her ex-boyfriend before. He fucked her like there was no tomorrow and paid no mercy at destroying her with the fast movements of his hips. While his nails left crescent marks on her flesh, it was added by the burning stretch on her scalp when he pulled her hair and met her buttocks with hard thrusts.

It was only then until Sera realized that the only way to be free from Satoru was to show him that someone of the same status could accept her for who she was.

About twenty-three miles away from the Zen’in estate, Satoru Gojou was in his penthouse delighting on the rollercoaster ride of having a pregnant wife and he would start it off by saying that he doesn’t ever want to get off this ride.

But before he would go to the good parts, there was something that had temporarily halted your domestic romance. The topic about Sera was still fresh and rumors in the office were varying for the most part because not everyone had directly heard his encounter with the ex-lover who tried to harm his child except for the security guards and the other two receptionists. Satoru was a volcano that exploded in front of Sera and he was spouting words like basaltic magma without paying attention to his surroundings because he was far too driven by the magnitude of his emotions. To think of it, how else would anyone expect a father and husband to react when someone tried to deliberately cause his wife’s miscarriage? He wasn’t overreacting. Protective maybe, but also reasonable without a doubt. A cup of chamomile tea would not instantly kill his child—it was the intention behind harming an innocent baby that made Satoru seethe in anger the most. Because if he had been lenient to Sera, what more unforgivable things could she have done in the future?

He gave Sera the benefit of the doubt for so long because he was the reason she was becoming a monster in the first place. He let her hit him, curse at him, and be all kinds of nasty to him in exchange for keeping his wife away from her rage. But that vile act she committed in the office? It was the last fucking straw.

Though, now that his volcano had exploded, he was back to his quiescence.

“I can’t believe she did that,” he voiced out his thoughts. In a bathtub at nine in the evening was where he lay still with a wife whose back was pressed against his toned chest. He had his arms around you, lips on your temple while his fingers were tracing your curve underwater. The fluff of white bubbles hugged your figure as you leaned back on his bare front and snuggled on his neck. “I was so angry. I felt like I was gonna be violent for once.”

The water reached up to his wife’s breasts, covering the slope of your flesh with suds. Even though the thought of Sera was still clouding his mind like an oncoming thunderstorm, your presence was what kept his mind calm.

“Don’t do that,” you reminded. “No matter how angry you are, violence isn’t the way to go.” You then pulled both of his hands and placed his palms directly on your tummy so he could feel your growing bump. The aroma of vanilla that came from the scented candles seemed to have made you drowsy and the cozy position you were in made things even more intimate.

Satoru wouldn’t even deny it. He loved bathing with you. He loved hot showers in the morning just as he loved your lazy bathtub sessions at night because it was considered quality time between a husband and wife. His heart had never felt this much bliss until he began sharing this domestic set-up with you and there was nothing in this world that could make him exchange all these little moments for anything else.

So instead of paying attention to the ex-girlfriend who nearly put his wife in danger, he decided that it was best to pamper you with love and affection. Sera had no place in his heart and mind now. Surely, you two still had plenty of time to talk about her uncalled for actions some other day when you weren’t prone to angina attacks because of extreme stress.

“Let’s not talk about her.” For your sake and his.

You looked up and offered a smile. “Okay. Why don’t we just talk about you, Mr. Gojou?” You pulled yourself up and had your husband holding your hand for support until you were able to straddle his lap. He must admit that it was a little stimulating how your knees brushed on his member as you moved. Or how big your breasts had gotten now that he had a full frontal view of them. “—up? Are you listening?”

Fuck. No, he absolutely wasn’t. In fact, he was only pretending when he cleared his throat and let his calloused fingers find your waist. “What were you saying?”

You may have rolled your eyes, but you still let your palms roam around his shoulders and in return made him chuckle. “I said, how do you think we should celebrate your birthday since it’s coming up?”

Satoru wouldn’t even have remembered his own birthday until you reminded him about it. All his mind could focus on was one question: who is this goddess of a wife? You must have come from another planet because there was no way a person could look as beautiful as you. Just everything—your eyes, your lips, your neck, your collarbones, your round tits, your delicious curves, your growing bump, your plump folds that were grinding against his thigh… Hold on, grinding?

He took a deep breath to keep himself together and held your hips as he forced his mind to think straight. Yes, your underwater mischief was certainly not an imagination. It seemed that you were indeed discreetly grinding your sweet pussy against his left thigh while placing a hand on his chest with doe eyes that feigned innocence.

“It’s just that…” Your chest rose up and down as you continued to undulate your hips by using his thigh to pleasure you. “You know, Ieiri called me this morning asking about my health and all, then she asked me if we had plans for your birthday since she didn’t want me to exhaust myself.”

Fine, Satoru would have to say that he was a loser at playing the no-touch game. He just couldn’t help his hands from traveling up to your chest, squeezing your breasts together before latching his mouth onto one nipple. He could hear your soft breathing when his tongue played with your bud—nipping, suckling, kissing. “Whatever you want, baby,” his voice was an octave deeper when he spoke before moving his mouth to your other bosom to give it the same attention as he did with your left one. “As long as I get to spend it with you. I don’t want you to tire yourself out just to celebrate it.”

You arched your back and gripped a fistful of white hair from the back of his head, clearly pleased by the skillful tongue that made your nipples a lot more perkier than before. “Mm.. Okay. How about a y-yacht cruise? With your best friends.”

By the time his mouth wandered off to your collarbones to leave hickeys everywhere, he could feel your hand reaching for the head of his now-throbbing cock that had become rock hard underwater. “Good idea,” he answered, marking your body while you began stroking his length. You tightened your hand around his thick girth, sliding your fist with ease because the water provided the lubrication that you needed. Satoru was already satisfied to fuck your pretty hand because he couldn’t risk rutting into you until you were out of breath. “Fuck, baby. Do you think we should—?”

“I can take it.” Dammit. The determination in your voice aroused him more than he already was. Along with the desperation in your eyes and the moans that left your parted mouth, your handjob skills seemed to have improved even underwater. He recognized that haze in your eyes, one that reflected the image of an animal in heat. It was taking over you. “Satoru, I want you. I’m going crazy here.”

Best part of pregnancy hormones? A very horny mommy.

It even looked like you would cry if he didn’t give it to you tonight. Satoru felt like he hit the jackpot with this and the way you were blatantly expressing your sexual needs was turning him on tenfold. “You’re so hot.” So hot and all his. So pregnant with his baby, too. “You want me to do what? Give me the specifics, honey.”

“I want your cock.” Goddamn were you straight to the point! Your enclosed hand tightened around his shaft, pumping him in the same pace and rhythm to how you rubbed your needy pussy on his thigh. “I want it in my mouth. Please… daddy? Can I please suck you?”

That kink of yours. Or was it his? Technically, he was a DILF-in-training so calling him ‘daddy’ did make sense. Still, how you desperately begged to have him just sent his ego up the ceiling.

And now that he mentioned it, his cute, sexy wife was a MILF, too.

“Why are you laughing?” Your eyebrows knitted in annoyance, and the hand that was pumping his cock was now hitting his chest. “What’s so funny?”

Satoru grinned and shook his head, grabbing your nape and smashing his peachy lips onto yours. There was a vibration from the hum that you released before you enveloped your lips around his, opening up to let his tongue invade every corner of your mouth. While both of your hands found their way to do the job on his cock again, his own hand cupped your pussy to rub your folds and separate the labia using his two fingers. Your cunt was plump and wet—regardless of the fact that your body was half-submerged on the tub—and Satoru was going feral at the thought of how good it must feel to fuck a pregnant pussy. He tested your tightness by inserting one finger through your hole and your walls were already clenching at a single slender finger. How much more if his cock was seven inch deep inside of you?

“Shit, baby. I might destroy you,” he breathed through your mouth, gasping before you tilted your head to shove your own tongue as deep as you possibly could. It was clear that you didn’t care because you were humping on his palm when he resumed orchestrating circular motions on your clit. You bit his lower lip as you twitched from the sensory overload and was left with no choice but to press your palms against his toned pecs. “Like that?”

“Fuck. Fuck. Yes,” you were moaning without a pause, closing your eyes to shut down all other senses except for the one down there. Since when did you even cuss this much? It was sexy. So fucking sexy. Your breasts were glistening under the ambient light as you threw your head back to savor the feeling of your husband’s fingers on your slick entrance. Satoru was at a loss of words upon seeing the sex goddess that he had unknowingly summoned and he was even more excited at pleasing his better half until you were whimpering and pushing his hand away. “Satoru, w-wait.”

“Hm?” He kissed your lips and pulled away with a smooching sound. By then, the wife was gesticulating her pointer finger upwards and commanding him to get up. Oh. It was daddy’s time. “Wait, babe. I got suds on my dick.”

You were both chuckling while he stood up and reached for the shower head, turning it on and allowing the water pressure to remove all of the suds on his pelvis and his cock. He used the showerhead to clean your now soap-free hands before he returned it back to its place, repositioning himself in front of a kneeling wife who looked up at him with docility and had him releasing traces of precum on his swollen pink tip. Imagine the view: he was towering over you, a seven-inch cock right above your face until you wrapped your hand near the base and laid your tongue flat on the skin under his length. You licked him from one corner to another as if you were an amateur pornstar who had done it countless times before. “This,” you referred to his dick, “is mine.”

“All yours, baby.” And with a mischievous smile at that.

No, actually, he was losing his mind. His frenzy was knocking at his door, ready to come out and fuck his wife all throughout the night. But the thing was, he couldn’t. You weren’t physically capable to handle marathon sex anymore. Gone were the days where he would spend his weekends trying out all these different sex positions with you. How has the time flown so fast?

“You’re so big,” you spoke breathlessly, swirling your tongue around his head before you proceeded to suck the precum off the slit. Good girl. He guided your face by touching your cheek, watching how you sucked him like a lollipop until you buried his cock into your mouth inch by inch. Slowly, slowly… holy shit!

“B-Babe,” he held his breath, eyes finding the ceiling to release his guttural moans. “Fuck, yeah.”

You were gagging on his shaft as you tried to fit all of his length down your throat, drool escaping the corners of your mouth while your uvula was being penetrated by his hardened member. The walls of your mouth were warm and tight—sending him into an orbit of immense pleasure as you began sucking your husband’s cock with your seemingly improved blowjob skills. He didn’t realize that he was roughly pulling your hair until he looked down and saw you teasingly batting your eyelashes up at him with hollow cheeks that acted as a suction to his twitching cock.

Well, you didn’t stop there. While Satoru was busy running his fingers through his white hair and throwing his head back with each salacious suck you did, you were on your knees bringing your lips on the tip of his cock before opening your mouth wide enough to suck him all the way to the base. Damn, you were deepthroating. At this point, your eyes were tearing up, your chin was against his bollocks, your nose was pressed on pelvis—did you hate it? No. Your face showed just how much you absolutely loved every second of it.

“Baby... That’s deep.” He couldn’t restrain the moans that flew out of his mouth left and right.

But when you released his cock with a pop, you continued pumping him with your hand and gave him the sexiest order he had ever heard from you. “Fuck my mouth and shoot your cum down my throat. I want every drop of it.”

Wide, sapphire eyes stared at you in surprise. Was he really talking to Mrs. Y/N Gojou right now? Was this woman really his wife? Before he could answer his own questions, you were already gripping his wrist and encouraging him hold your head in preparation for the face-fucking that you eagerly requested. “Shit. Are you sure?”

He got his confirmation when you licked the outline of his veins with a subtle grin. So that settled it then—mommy wants daddy’s cock, and who was he to deprive you of it? Just as you wished, he let his member enter your mouth while he gripped your head and angled it in a position where he could see his bulge on your cheek appearing and disappearing. He couldn’t help but display a playful grin at how he penetrated your inner cheek before he finally adjusted his cock down your throat. You already had a head start so there was no point at stalling things further when he slammed himself inside of your mouth in between rough thrusts. Each jostle was a gag from you and a low grunt from him, allowing a series of cuss words to ricochet off the tiled walls of your bathroom.

“Mm—!”

Just look at his wife. You didn’t even close your eyes when he fucked your mouth the way he would to your cunt, and despite the intrusion in your uvula, you were learning how to stretch your mouth around his cock in order to allow his penetration to go deep. Both of your hands were latching onto his knees to keep your balance and he could see the shape of your beautiful tits from the view he had up above.

His birthday was still in two days, but this already felt like an early gift.

“Fuck. Baby, fuck. That’s it.”

“Mm—mm!”

As soon as there was a coil of pleasure building up in his lower abdomen, he instantly knew that the next few seconds would end up with him shooting his load down to your throat. There was a wave of pleasure that washed his entire body and it wasn’t because of the water that surrounded you two, but because of the amount of semen he had ejaculated into your mouth.

“You’re so good, mommy.” He showered you with praises before he pulled out and saw you swallowing his warm seed like an obedient girl.

But to think that he had successfully done his job, he was wrong. You got up and crashed your lips onto his, wrapping your arms around your husband’s neck and pressing your chest on his toned ones while you two tasted each other’s mouth. Upon pulling away to catch your breath, that babyish pout and those pleading eyes of yours were back. “My turn, please?”

Satoru tucked a few strands of wet hair behind your ear concurrent to how he kneaded your bum with his other free hand. “You want me to eat you out, hm?”

“No,” you tugged his wrists. “I want you to fuck me. Hard and fast like usual.”

He was going to faint here. What and how the hell could he ever satiate such a needy wife? He had just released a huge amount of cum, and now another round was requested of him—not that he minded, but… was it safe?

“Can’t do hard and fast, mommy. Not safe for little munchkin,” he said, earning his wife’s displeasure. “And what if you run out of breath? You might get an angina attack.”

“But I can take it!” you whined, stepping out of the tub to leave your husband like a kid who was denied of her favorite candy.

Gojou chased you out of the tub and followed your footsteps when you headed towards the bathroom’s vanity and dried yourself up with a towel. “Okay, how about this,” he bargained, looking at your reflection on the mirror as he stood behind you, “we’ll have sex, but I’ll do it nice and slow. You have to tell me the minute your chest feels tight so I know when to stop.”

“Okay.” You faced him again, brushing your thumb on his lower lip before you gave him a soft, open-mouthed kiss. “Let’s do it.”

The question was: should he take you from the back or on the front? Satoru would consider the pros and cons here because he didn’t want to risk your health just for the sake of having sex with you.

If he took you from the back…

Pros:

You get to look at the mirror and watch him rawdog you from behind

He gets to see your ass

Cons:

He can’t hit it deep

He can’t kiss you

He can’t stare at your breasts

He can’t go nice and slow in this position

Your legs might give up if you stand for too long

If you did missionary above the vanity…

Pros:

He can be gentler with his pace

He can kiss you

He can watch all of you

You can lay your back against the mirror and let him do all of the job

He can see his cock going deep in and out of your cunt (What a dirty mind, Satoru!)

Cons:

You can’t see your goddess self in the mirror

No, there weren’t many cons here

The winner was obvious and he decided by himself without asking you of what you wanted because he could already tell that you would choose being fucked like a slut with how horny you were. But nope, not a chance, baby. He had to be gentle with his fragile wife.

So without a word, he hooked his forearms under your legs and hoisted you up above the vanity. “Satoru?” you asked, allowing him to spread your legs apart and give him a better view of your dripping pussy. He craved you just like how you craved him. The only difference was how he could still control himself while you were getting needier by the second.

“Is your back comfortable? Want me to put a towel behind you?” As soon as you nodded, he snatched the thickest rolled towel that he could find from the cupboard and placed it behind your back to offer as a cushion. Soon after, he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the lips before he started trailing kisses on your neck, collarbone, and breasts—oh, this beautiful, tender pair. He suckled on one nipple and onto the other, flicking his tongue on the nub before he pulled away and began fondling the rounded mass and jiggling them playfully. “You’re the sexiest.”

You giggled, hands pressed atop the cold marble surface of the vanity. “Even when my tummy’s getting round?”

“Even if you get thrice as big,” he agreed, glancing at your belly and noticing how firm and round it had become. My baby’s in there. What if the next Einstein was from his own sperm? He was chuckling to himself at the thought before he planted kisses all over your small bump, speaking to his kid as though it could hear him. “Mommy and I will make love, so just sleep in there, okay? It’s rated X over here.”

Now it was time to start working. After attaching his lips onto your stomach, he moved away only to let two fingers rub your slick pussy. He stretched your labia and ejected his spit to use it as an added lubricant for your soaking entrance. “S-Satoru.” That’s it, baby. Moan for daddy. He was smirking before he dived in and encased his mouth on your pussy lips, French kissing the most sensitive part of your body by lapping it up with the use of his tongue. Your taste was his rhapsody and your mewls were just as dulcet. If your voice had a flavor, it would be sweet. Mellifluous. And your pussy? Heaven. Better than any other man could have in their lifetime. “A-Aah, m-more!”

His tongue was rolling inside of your core, lavishing the taste of your slick-coated cunt before he moved his wet muscle to your outer labia. Because your hole was free again, he inserted two fingers deep into your entrance all while his tongue played with your clitoris and its hood. Satoru was pretty good at multitasking, wasn’t he? Your legs were already shaking and he hasn’t even used his cock yet. Speaking of which, that cock of his had grown back to its glory and was pulsating because of how eager he was to be inside of you.

But back to his wife. Yes, his gorgeous, angelic wife who had her back against the mirror and her legs spread apart for the father of her child. You took the chance to grab a handful of your husband’s white hair when he simultaneously spoiled you with oral sex with two fingers deep inside of you. “Satoru, I-I c-can’t hold it in,” you begged, voice as shaky as your legs. “P-Please, fuck me.”

“Patience, honey,” he playfully reprimanded, but still doing as told by detaching his mouth from ravaging your cunt and withdrawing his fingers that were now sticky with your juices. He showed you how he sucked your slick from his digits before he positioned himself with your legs wrapped around his waist. However, maybe it would be fun to see how even more vocal you would become if he stalled things a little. “On second thought, daddy wants to hear more.”

You looked at him, confused. “What are you—baby, please. Don’t make me wait.” Your eyes gleamed in arousal. “Please, all of your cock inside me. Now.”

“How’s your breathing?”

“Fine!”

“Your heart?”

“I’m okay. Don’t worry about it, just…”

“How about your belly? Tight?”

“I said I’m okay!”

“You look like you’re about to cry. Can’t wait to have daddy’s cock?”

He knew what he was doing and he was a menace for it. You were already falling desperate to have him fill you up, but because he decided to have this little game, you went ahead and touched yourself as revenge. “Fuck you.”

The pearly whites of his teeth were visible as he grinned. “Oh, wife’s got a voyeurism kink, huh?” he teased, watching how you used your own fingers to make circular movements on your clit. He was getting hard just by seeing you touching yourself and he wanted to give you the same pleasurable view of your own. “In that case, I’ll join you.”

You were biting on your lip to prevent louder moans from coming out as you continued to play with yourself. He, on the other hand, was pumping his length because jerking off to a wife who was now fingering herself seemed like the naughtiest type of foreplay you two had ever done. “Satoru, please.”

“Yes, baby. Give me a minute.” He fucked his fist to the thought of you, grabbing your boob and squeezing it before he finally allowed his fat cock to meet your aching pussy. At first, he lubricated his shaft by grinding it between your folds, and with the assurance of being wet enough to enter your core, he sunk his swollen head in your moistened entrance and released a groan that came straight from his gut. “Ah—shit! You feel so tight.”

“Nngh!” You held onto the vanity and watched how your husband began moving inside of you. In ten seconds, half of his cock was in. In twenty, he was nearing the base. In a minute, his pelvis was finally pressed against your pubic region. “Satoru!”

“Does it hurt?” he asked because it was fucking good, but it might not be for you. “Tell me and I’ll adjust.”

You quickly shook your head. “No, no. It’s good. Please move.”

He was a simple man. He listened to his wife and obeyed her words if he saw no harm. The funny thing was, this situation made it look like it was the first time that you two were being intimate when you have already done it more than the days a calendar could offer. How else would a cute munchkin get inside mommy’s womb if not for the amount of lovemaking that you did before?

As much as he missed rutting into you at an animalistic pace, he could only do slow but rhythmic thrusts. Nonetheless, every slam made your breasts bounce and your velvet walls were clenching around his girth as though you were milking him of his cum.

“Y-Yeah, j-just like that!” Your dulcet moans were orgasmic to his ears and he spoiled you with a kiss on the lips before he increased his speed. “A-Aah—!”

Your hands held onto the surface for support, eyes on the ceiling as you allowed your husband to fuck your body with continuous slams. He could see the marks he had left on your chest turning purple and anyone would see those marks if you ever decided to wear an outfit with a plunging neckline. You were the canvas to his art of love and your body was the painting that reflected his passion.

Even more, Satoru was blessed with the sight of his wife’s swollen cunt that was adjusting to every ridge of his cock as your body naturally reacted to your husband with familiarity. Blotches of white liquid were staining his length and more of it had come out when you creamed all over his cock without preparation.

“Fuck!”

“Satoru, I-I’m cumming.”

“Me, too.”

And neither of you two saw it coming. Your back was arching, toes curling, knees shaking as he continued to ram himself into you through your overstimulation. There was no sign of a racing heart nor an oxygen deprived lungs so he enjoyed the exploding feeling of his own orgasm that made him release thick ropes of cum straight to your cervix. The steady rhythm had fallen sloppy and your face had morphed into both pleasure and relief. Along with the convulsive sensation that filled you to the brim, you were finally sated and pleased with the exchange of sensual gratification that your ever-so-generous husband had just given you.

“I love you,” he didn’t forget to say, kissing your lips before he pulled out.

If anyone was wondering, his wife was here. Beautifully naked. Radiant from the post-sex glow. Limp and reasonably exhausted. And most of all, pregnant from the husband that loved her with every fiber of his being.

You could no longer enjoy your wifely duties ever since Satoru hired an army of maids into your penthouse. Although they gave you privacy when needed, the simple household chores such as cleaning the house, folding laundry, and even cooking could no longer be done by you. You were handled with utmost care and were not allowed to do strenuous activities that could lead your body to fatigue. Frankly, all of this made you miss being your husband’s actual housewife instead of the queen bee he had turned you into your 72nd-floor beehive.

The only time you were only able to do more effort than intended was when you were possessed by a sex goddess last night (to which you were so embarrassed for the next morning, to which your husband also teased you for until afternoon). Satoru only decided that it was better to shut his mouth when you started glaring at him, deeming it safer not to mess with a pregnant wife.

But overall, he couldn’t exactly decline you when you asked if he could join you in grocery shopping that day.

“We have chefs,” he reasoned at first, “and we have maids who can go through the grocery list.”

Your response to his argument was to say that it would make you happy if he could just let you do it. You wanted to do it. He, as a husband, should let you do it.

“You get so overprotective sometimes,” you said, clinging to his arm as he pushed the shopping cart into the fresh produce section. Ah, more fruits and vegetables. You should have expected that.

“You can’t blame me. I just want you and baby safe,” was his reply, stopping when you reached the section of apples ranging from granny smith’s to fuji’s. He checked each apple with careful eyes as though he was thinking of which between the two similar fruits was better for you. Did he study a list of food that was good for pregnant women? His mom must have provided him with all the information he needed.

Satoru deserved a kiss on the cheek and so you gave him exactly that while he was busy choosing from the apples among the many selections they offered in this store—all of which made you realize, as cheesy as it might be, that the apple of his eye was you. “Fine, I like it when you’re protective.”

He brought his lips to your temple and rubbed your baby bump with his hand. “I’d be an angry tiger if anyone tries to harm mama cat.”

“Silly.” Rolling your eyes with a smile, you then moved to the next section.

Something that you had noticed whenever you were out with your husband was how people would always send you looks of interest. It was either they recognized Satoru ‘the famous handsome heir’ or they simply loved how you two exuded a lovey-dovey couple’s image. He had gotten used to the attention he was receiving because he was a magnet that attracted it way before you were his betrothed, but because you were now his wife, everyone had also started to pay close attention to you. You could never forget how one person from Twitter just said, ‘They’re such an attractive couple. Their baby would look like an angel,” and the sweet message made you all the more excited to meet your little munchkin.

“Oh, can I get this roasted sesame dressing for my salad?” you inquired your husband who looked attractive with his grey pants and half-unbuttoned white shirt from work.

He assessed the Kewpie bottle before giving a go signal. Or no signal in this case. “Contains mayonnaise. You can’t.”

“Hey!” you complained. “Only homemade mayonnaise is bad for me. This is commercial made. It’s completely safe.”

His sigh sounded like he didn’t want to give in. “Fine. We can deal with that.”

This man… You shook your head in disapproval. You swore to God, you would make him run to a convenience store at two in the morning to get the most random food and play it off as a craving if he decided to be strict with what you ate. He even lessened the junk food in your walk-in pantry because excessive sodium was bad for your health, especially for your heart. But who said anything about ‘excessive’? You were fine to eat a pack of Cheetos or two.

You two continued walking along the aisle while you had your hand on your stomach—something that you were instinctively doing to make sure that your baby could feel your presence. And all was fine and dandy until your husband entered a specific aisle.

Teas and coffees.

Something just snapped inside of him. The gentle, playful face that he was plastering earlier was now replaced by anger and frustration. The memory of Sera’s spiteful actions brought a sense of unfulfilled revenge from Satoru and you were about to tell him to let it go until he pulled his phone out and dialed a specific number.

“Miwa,” he greeted in a low voice, turning around and pretending to look at the row of coffees in front of him. “Do you have access to the company’s scholarship grants?”

You stood there behind the cart in silence. Scholarship?

Satoru spoke to his secretary again. “Yeah, I need you to terminate the one under Jiro Iwasaki. He doesn’t need it anymore.”

Iwasaki. That was Sera’s last name. Was that person related to her? He must be, because there was no doubt that Satoru was doing that as a payback to his ex-girlfriend who tried to deliberately harm his unborn child.

You didn’t speak up until he ended the call and looked at you as if nothing happened.

“Babe, let’s go—”

“Who’s Jiro to Sera?” you questioned, carefully watching the mask of austerity that casted his face.

He avoided your eyes and kept a stolid mien. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Satoru,” you adjusted the tone of your voice as a warning, “you know what’ll happen if you don’t answer me straight.”

You two would argue here in a very public place if need be. He seemed to understand that there was no way out of this except to be honest. “He’s Sera’s brother. I haven’t met him, but my dad offered him a scholarship so Sera would stay away from me.”

“Why are you punishing the poor boy?” You crossed your arms and earned his sigh. “Sera hasn’t been the nicest, but who knows how much that scholarship means to her brother? He has nothing to do with this. Don’t ruin a harmless person’s life.”

“She tried to ruin yours,” he countered despite your resolute voice. “And my child’s harmless too, isn’t he? But what did she do? She’s probably planning to put your life in danger. She should take this as a lesson.”

You chose not to argue with him further for your peace of mind because Satoru could never be convinced to take it easy on Sera. In the end, you couldn’t really blame him. He felt betrayed and he was scared for the safety of his baby, especially at the rate of her anger. It was understandable how he hired more bodyguards to keep an eye on you because sometimes people could do crazy things when they’re overtaken by rage, but wasn’t he the best example of that? Had he forgotten Bora Bora?

Little did he know, you called Miwa later that night to ask for more information about Sera’s brother. Your husband’s secretary promised not to tell him that you asked about it because she understood what you were trying to do. After all, she was in a situation where she had siblings to care about, too.

With a plan set in mind, you dialed your own trusted assistant to silently lay out your instructions while your husband was busy talking to the chefs. “Hi, Akari. Can you maybe award Jiro Iwasaki with a scholarship grant under my name? He studies at the University of Tokyo.”

Toji normally followed a consistent daily schedule that was already packed throughout the week. Everyone in the building knew that if they wanted to speak to the CEO, the appointment must be booked and the earliest he would be available would be the following week. His job was hectic and time was gold. God, how original was that motto? But it was true. Every second mattered and he wasn’t the type of man who would waste his time lingering around on a weekday and not dealing with important business matters.

Yet here he was, making an exception for his good friend.

Gen was in dire straits. He knew the moment she asked to meet up for a ‘quick chat’ at the café near their office that she was going to talk about anything else but business. This woman could handle a financial conglomerate all on her own so why would she need Toji’s help? The obvious answer: it was about you.

He had been colleagues with Gen since college and he was familiar with how protective of a sister she could be. Only her family could put stress on her face, that crease on her forehead, that inverted slope on her lips—yup, she wasn’t the least bit happy.

“Everything alright?” he asked over a cup of hot brewed coffee and freshly baked croissants. They had specifically chosen a spot saved for the VIPs, one that was usually reserved for private meetings since this café was in the heart of the central business district.

Gen stared at the table with an empty gaze. She seemed to be thinking deeply before she looked up and met his eyes. “Toji, can I trust you with information that you can never, ever share with anyone?”

Here we go. He could already tell what it was about without Gen specifically disclosing it to him. In fact, her question was just for formality. She had already put enough trust to even meet with him here. “Go ahead. You have my word.”

“About my sister,” she didn’t hesitate to cut to the chase, drawing a deep breath and releasing it into a weary exhale, “I know you and her have this connection that I wasn’t expecting you guys to have. You know, she doesn’t have that many guy friends so I take it she trusts you completely for her to stick around.”

He gave a nod as a response. “Why? Something going on with her?”

Gen opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Only empty sighs and eyes that glanced over the window as though the answer to her dilemma was to stare at the men and women in business attires who were walking on the street. After a minute of contemplation, she finally returned her gaze back to him and spilled her mind, “I got someone to investigate on Satoru and there’s just… I learned so much about him.”

“Good or bad?” he asked, pretending not to know.

“Mostly bad.” Gen was obviously feeling tense. “He has a mistress.”

Toji’s breathing was static for a good minute. “Had,” he clarified, much to her surprise. “Not anymore.”

“So y-you knew?” Her eyes had become round. “Y/N told you, huh? Oh my, God. I feel so stupid. I knew it, I knew she was going to confide in you because she was scared that I’d be lashing out at Satoru if she told me. I can’t believe I treated that bastard like my own brother!”

As a man himself, he couldn’t really speak ill about another woman’s husband because this wasn’t his marriage. “Gen, I’m not really in the position to be your sister’s spokesperson.”

Although your sister was smiling, the tension on her face was still there. It was the most vivid expression that could be read on her face. “I know, and I’m sorry for wasting your time on this. I’m just on a deadend right now. I can’t speak to my dad about this yet. I can’t confront Satoru directly because heaven knows what I would do. Then there’s my sister, she’s in her first trimester. It’s gonna stress her out and I promised myself that whatever I find out about her husband’s affair, I’ll keep it to myself until the time’s ready. I already suspected that he was cheating on her, but confirming it really disgusted me.”

“You’ve only heard one side of the story,” he considered, keeping a neutral voice as he spoke. Toji guessed that Gen’s knowledge did not exactly reach the part where her sister was suffering a heart condition because otherwise she would have mentioned it by now.

“I honestly don’t need to hear Satoru’s side of the story,” she spat while gripping the coffee mug tighter. “He hated the marriage, cheated on my sister out of spite, probably treated her like shit the whole time. You know how I found out? Someone tipped me to speak to Mei Mei, their finance director. I run the finance industry in this country so imagine how easy it was for me to get her to spill all the things she knows. How he was dating his father’s previous secretary, how he brought her to Bora Bora along with my sister, how he apparently took her to a hospital thinking she was pregnant. He deserves none of my sympathy!”

Any normal person would think that Gen was being petty for revealing Satoru’s scandals to his biggest company rival. Why? Because Toji could easily use this information and ruin Gojou’s image to the public. Just one anonymous word to the media and the Gojou Group would foresee a massive drop on the stock market. While that may be true, Gen was actually being smart. She knew that Toji's loyalty was where common sense lies. She was aware that if he wanted to ruin Satoru, he would have done it long ago because you’ve basically revealed the downsides of your marriage to him since your first encounter at the auction. But see, even if he had been aware of your husband’s shortcomings—his neglect, his infidelity, his greed—Toji stayed in his lane and never let himself get caught in the middle. That was why Gen found the assurance to tell him everything that she was able to gather from her little research.

“So what do you plan to do?” he inquired because he couldn’t exactly comment about your marriage. “Y/N’s health is top priority. She has a baby. You don’t wanna risk her.”

Not just because she’s pregnant, but also because she has a fragile heart, he silently thought while hoping that Gen would do the right thing.

Thankfully, she seemed to understand her boundaries. “No, I’ll deal with it behind the scenes. First, I wanna know who the mistress is. Then I’ll consult my husband about the legal consequences that Satoru could face on the grounds of a divorce if my sister ever ends up deciding on it. She told me she’s not thinking about a divorce anymore, but I’ll have everything prepared in case she changes her mind. I’ll eventually pull out our investments from the Gojou Group, too.”

Toji surely loved the sight of this businesswoman getting her work done impeccably. Maki and Mai should learn from her. Of course, Gen of all people would make sure that her family’s assets would not be affected by being one step ahead, but a small part of him also wondered about this, “What if Y/N never pursues a divorce?”

“That’s exactly my problem,” she admitted, slumping. “Look, our families will never be the same. I can’t look at him the same anymore. I can solve math easily, but what I can’t understand is why my sister would stay with someone who treats her like that.”

He smiled. “There’s no equation to her reasoning,” he told her straight to the point. “It’s love. Regardless if they have a baby, regardless if he used to neglect her as a wife, we don’t know what else they shared within their marriage. We know the ugly parts of it, but do we know the good parts? Do we know what kind of connection they must have shared for him to suddenly have a change of heart? It’s not a one way street. If you count the number of terrible things he might’ve done, you should also think of the positive efforts he willingly showed her. Your sister thinks that way—she’s handing out hope and sympathy like they’re flyers.”

The only reaction Gen could express was to massage her temple and think it through. “I understand she has an altruistic nature, but I can’t help but be worried. I want her to realize that it’s okay to take a step back if she’s being wronged. She just needs to escape that strong connection she has with him.”

“That’s gonna be difficult,” his honesty was better said than not. “I always see them like this. She’s the star and he’s the black hole. Gravity attracts her to him and once she’s sucked into that void, it makes him inescapable.”

Was that a good analogy? Toji felt like he had been way too poetic with that one.

“You’re right. That’s basically how they are ever since they were kids,” she claimed, nodding to herself while possibly recalling her childhood memories. “It’s sad because Satoru loved her so much back then so I don’t know why he would do these things to her now.”

He offered a shrug. “Experiences can change a person.”

Toji didn’t think that Gen would suddenly widen her eyes as though she just remembered something from his words. And as soon as she recollected her thoughts, she was quick to speak up. “There’s actually something else I found out about Satoru,” she revealed in intrigue, “his stepmother was sabotaging him all this time. She was paying Mei Mei to do all the dirty work and oust him from becoming the CEO. Remember that project he had planned for the Art Museum? Construction almost started, but he couldn’t finalize it because the allotted budget was miscalculated so his father got furious.”

He, too, was a businessman. He could understand how tough and pressuring it was to run a conglomerate especially if you were the sole heir, so for Satoru to have all these nasty people sabotaging his business plans, it was beyond unbelievable. But then again, it must be the taste of his own karma. Satoru was still young and could learn from his mistakes, but what he should also watch out for was the people he was closely dealing with. A suffering husband would bring a suffering wife down with him. Toji couldn’t let you go through that much stress.

“I think you should deal with this the right way, Gen,” he advised, once and for all. “You discovered so many things about him. If you wanna confront Satoru, it might be best to keep your sister out of it.”

How ironic was it that while he was talking to your sister, he suddenly received a text message with your name on the notification?

You: Hey, Toji! :) I’m here on 4th Street. Can I meet up with you quickly?

You: I just have to drop off my very overdue gifts for Maki, Mai, and Megumi

Right. It had been awhile since he last saw you, hasn’t he? Toji looked up at Gen and told her the sudden situation. “Gen, I think Y/N’s coming here right now to see me.”

“What—” The woman panicked and scrambled to reach for her bag. “No, I can’t be seen here with you. I told her I’m gonna be too busy all day. I just can’t face her right now or else I’ll—”

“Run your mouth?” chuckled Toji, nodding understandingly. “It’s okay. You definitely shouldn’t talk to her while you’re still overwhelmed.”

Gen nodded in agreement, getting up from her seat and gesturing her leave. “Okay, well I’m gonna go back to my office now. I trust you, Toji.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he promised, watching as the CEO of Creston left in haste with the click and clack of her heels echoing through the distance.

Toji had to wait until Gen had completely left before he deemed that the coast was clear. And it didn’t really take long for you to arrive after he texted you his exact location, except he wasn’t expecting another man’s presence along with yours.

That said man was none other than the white-haired, blue-eyed husband that was the main topic between his and Gen’s conversation not more than a few minutes ago. There were two things he found strange here: firstly, since when did Gojou accompany you while meeting up with him? Second, why wasn’t he showing any signs of animosity? Toji could still remember how the man threw a tantrum when he picked you up at the Zen’in estate last time, and although many things had happened since then, he didn’t think that Satoru would look like a tamed animal next to his wife.

“Toji, hey!” As for you, his heart softened when he saw that bright smile on your face. That smile where your cheekbones were prominent and your eyes were shining. Your bump wasn’t visible underneath your coat dress, but it was definitely there. He concluded that you must be having a happy pregnancy because your radiance was blinding. “Oh, were you with someone?”

He cleared his throat, noticing how your eyes scanned the seat, and realizing that Gen’s coffee mug was still there. “Ah, that… I had a meeting with an investor,” he played it off before acknowledging your husband who pulled a seat for you. “Hey, how are things?”

Satoru took his seat next to you with an arm secured behind your backrest. “Been better. My wife wanted to see you and I had to keep an eye on her.”

“For what?” Toji quipped. “She’s not gonna cheat on you.”

With a deep breath, the white-haired man restrained the visible jealousy building inside of him. Why did Satoru not get angry? Was it because of the hand you placed on his lap? Or perhaps the way you might have squeezed his hand under the table? “It’s not that. She’s pregnant and fragile. I have to make sure she won’t be collapsing out of nowhere.”

Oh. For a moment, Toji traded looks with you as if you two could understand each other’s thoughts telepathically. The nod you sent him gave him the idea that Satoru was already aware of your heart condition. No wonder he was protective, but how exactly did that conversation go? He suspected that it was a heartfelt moment for the man to realize how much his wife was suffering because of him. Toji had been there. Toji could understand the fear of losing a wife.

“Well, it’s good that you’re keeping an eye on her,” he told your husband before he turned his head towards you. How was it that he couldn’t resist having a soft heart with just one look at your face? “Congratulations on the baby.”

He couldn’t even keep his eyes off you when your glowing face lit up from those simple words. “Thank you, Toji.” As you smiled, you were also caressing your belly under the table as if your baby was listening to the conversation. He wouldn’t really doubt how much motherhood would suit you since you were kind and nurturing—some of the main traits that any man would dream to have from their wife. He was about to ask how you were going to handle your pregnancy now that you couldn’t take nitrates, but he was cut off when you suddenly reached under the table to hand him a paper bag. “My gift for the kids. It took me a while, huh?”

“I’m sure they’ll be excited to fit them.” Toji accepted your gift with a smile that he rarely gave anyone. If any employee from the Zen’in Group was here, they would definitely be intrigued to see how their strict boss was smiling on a hectic weekday. Why not? Your happiness was contagious. “Mai already convinced Maki and Megumi to have their little photoshoot while wearing the clothes so their followers can see your designs.”

Your features softened exactly like he did. “I miss them so much.”

“They miss you, too.” He watched the small pout on your lips, then placed his focus back to your eyes. “Did you really sew these?”

Even with your makeup, you were a natural. “Yeah, just Maki’s actually. It was the least complicated to sew, but I’m learning. My seamstress and I work at the studio every day.”

Before his presence would be forgotten, Satoru finally decided to chime in and remind the two of them that he was still there. “She’s so passionate about it. Wouldn’t even let me disturb her while she’s designing and cutting patterns.”

At least, Toji was glad that your husband was supportive of your dreams. You never would have been confident to pursue the industry if you weren’t given a boost of motivation. “I’m really glad you’re doing something you love, Y/N.”

“Yeah, well…” You grinned. “I still have a long way to go. You may need to chase Moncler and give them that leasing space.”

A low chuckle left his scarred lips. He was about to make another ‘Mrs. Zen’in’ joke until he saw the look on Satoru’s face. The man didn’t seem aggressively jealous, however. He appeared more like a puppy who wasn’t getting enough attention from his owner. How funny was that sight?

“I’ll support whatever you want,” was what Toji ended up saying to you, “I always will.”

While Satoru found his silence, you reached for Toji’s hand atop the table and squeezed it in gratitude. “I’m so grateful for you, Toji.”

“—I think you’re mistaken here. My brother isn’t supposed to pay for fees. Why is he being disenrolled for his classes?” Sera questioned the woman behind the registrar. “He has a scholarship grant.”

Considering the stress she had gone through for the past week—the rumors, the lack of job, the tight budget—Sera could barely get any sleep and it was driving her insane. They couldn’t even pay the house rent for the next three months and now her brother was apparently being asked to pay for tuition fees when he wasn’t supposed to. She wasn’t really planning to go to his university, but after finding out that Jiro was working two jobs a day just to earn enough and pay the fees, Sera knew she had to do something.

Strangely enough, the woman at the cashier denied her claim. “I’m sorry, Miss Iwasaki. We’ve already confirmed with the Office of Financial Aid and Scholarships. Your brother’s scholarship has been terminated.”

What?! Sera shook her head frantically. “No, no. Wait, that can’t be…” This should be Satoru’s decision. This was his revenge!

“I’m sorry,” the woman continued behind the glass wall, “The fees would have to be settled before he can take his classes.”

No… Sera felt like the ground she was standing on was splitting into two. She wasn’t really expecting that the outcome of her actions would lead to this, and she was even more devastated that the man she loved would go as far as ruining her family’s life. Did Satoru even love her at all? How could someone who once made an oath to love her unconditionally do something like this? Her chest felt tight. Constricted. Her heart was bleeding from the pain and heartbreak that she was feeling.

How else could she save her brother now? Her guilt was chastising her soul knowing that this was all her fault. This was her comeuppance and whether she liked it or not, her family would suffer on behalf of her.

Her lips were quivering when she decided to walk out of the university registrar, but upon exiting the place, she was stopped by the same woman who incessantly denied her claims not long ago. “Hang on, Miss Iwasaki.”

Turning around, she was met by the apologetic eyes of the woman and a student assistant who was carrying a file in her hand. “Please accept my apologies for the confusion. It seems that the files were not updated,” said the lady. “A full scholarship was recently granted to your brother under Mrs. Y/N Gojou.”

“C-Come again?” Sera looked at her in surprise.

“It was filed the same day the previous one was terminated,” she confirmed, stapling the papers and placing them back on her desk. “Looks like your brother has nothing to worry about.”

She couldn’t believe this. She couldn’t absolutely wrap her mind around this. A scholarship grant by you? After she literally tried to harm your child because of her jealousy? Sera was in complete disbelief and felt like she was going to faint from the sudden news. This might be staged, too. Maybe you got Satoru to cancel the scholarship and placed it under your name so you could antagonize her even more? That must be the reason because there was no way in hell that you would help her.

No, you couldn’t be too kind like that. Or were you?

Sera couldn’t answer all the questions in her head and the only time she got distracted was when her phone started buzzing nonstop. She withdrew the gadget from her bag and saw the caller ID of the very woman she wanted to avoid. Miss Eula.

Still, she couldn’t really just ignore her after everything. Perhaps this was also the best opportunity to tell her that she no longer wanted to associate herself with her. “Hey, Miss Eula?”

“Sera, we need to talk. Be quick and come meet me at this place. I’ll send you the address,” the lackadaisical tone of hers suggested that she wasn’t one to care about the things that had happened to Sera because of her wrongful advice.

And although the older woman made her seethe inside, she had to give in. “I’ll be there.”

The address wasn’t a sketchy place that could have led to her being kidnapped like they did in the movies. It was actually a private balcony of a 5-star restaurant that overlooked the Tokyo bay. It didn’t really surprise Sera to see Miss Eula with her fur coat, huge sunglasses, and ostentatious jewelry when she met with her at a reserved table that had the best view of the city.

“Sit down,” she ordered, taking her sunglasses off and scrutinizing Sera’s face. “I heard about the stunt that you pulled in the office.”

Sera held her breath. “Stunt? You’re the one who encouraged me to do it, Miss Eula. My life’s ruined.”

“Oh, please. You’re a big girl. You act like I held you at gunpoint so you could do it,” she released a scoff, totally unbothered as she sipped on her red wine. “Besides, your relationship with Satoru can’t be saved. He’s in love with his wife.”

Balling her hands into fists, she couldn’t control the way she spoke with gritted teeth, “Then, why did you want to see me?”

She didn’t even want to get started on the rumors that had spread like wildfire in the office. Sera was labeled as a homewrecker and a child killer—both of which varied depending on the story. One rumor suggested that she tried to poison you because of her jealousy which was why Satoru furiously stormed off to see her. Another rumor suggested that she harassed you because she was angry that she couldn’t legally bear Satoru’s child since she was an alleged mistress. The weirdest rumor of all was how Sera was accused of blackmailing you for money because she apparently knew some things that the public were not aware of.

Like what? That Satoru was only meant to use you in the beginning?

Either way, those rumors eventually stopped because Satoru’s father handled everything to protect his son’s image now that he was expecting a grandchild from his precious daughter-in-law. All employees would be immediately terminated, even sued for defamation, once caught spreading rumors about his son’s infidelity. So what had happened to the man who unapologetically abused his son? Was he just protecting him to lessen the damage of a foreseeable conflict with investors?

Surprisingly, that was not the topic Eula wanted to talk about when she spoke again, “I don’t give a damn about Satoru and his wife. I already realized that a baby can’t get in my way,” she claimed, setting her wine glass back on the table. “I wanna talk about Naoya. Did you think I wasn’t aware that you’ve been seeing him a lot these days?”

Naoya. Sera remembered his warning about this woman when they last saw each other and the memory started flooding her head like a waterfall.

‘She’s obsessive’, he said. ‘She’s jealous of you’, he said. The obvious fury in Miss Eula’s eyes was a clear indication of how true Naoya’s words were and Sera was revolted by it.

“What about it?” She crossed her arms and held her chin up high remembering how this was the exact gesture you did when you confronted Sera before. “Naoya and I like each other. He’s respectful of me, he understands me, and he doesn’t take me for granted. Please leave him alone, Miss Eula. He told me he feels disgusted with you.”

Miss Eula clenched her jaw. “What did you say?” In a span of three seconds, the older woman lost it. “How dare you say that!”

“Aah—!” Sera yelped when the crazy woman splashed wine all over her face, staining her favorite white dress that she wore on her first date with her ex-boyfriend. “Miss Eula!”

“What, you’re seducing Naoya and now you think you’re better? You leech!” she brutally spat while Sera hastily grabbed a napkin to wipe her face. “Listen here, Sera. You wanna know why you can never win Satoru’s heart and live a lavish life just like mine? Because you’re too ambitious. You’re trying so hard to belong to a place where you don’t fit in. And no, don’t tell me to look in the mirror. At least I managed to marry a wealthy man and I admit that I’m a gold digger. Meanwhile, you’re out here trying to convince everyone that you’re not after Satoru’s money. Isn’t that why you’re leeching off of Naoya, too? You want his money and status because you can’t have it from Satoru anymore.”

She hoped that the woman could feel the fire burning through her glare. If only looks could kill. “That’s not true, I really am not after the money—”

“Don’t feed me with your bullshit.” Eula spitefully laughed. “I’ve been there, darling. I know how women like us become desperate when we no longer have other resources. But let me tell you this, stay away from Naoya if you don’t want trouble coming your way.”

Obsessive. Again, Naoya was right. Instead of succumbing to her threat, Sera chose to stand on her ground. “Why would I stay away from him? What are you to him? Because as far as I know, he wants to throw up whenever he sees you.” She then unbuttoned her blouse and showed the marks on her collarbone, marks that made Eula’s nose flare in absolute rage. “I slept with him and we both liked it, so why would I stay away from him when he clearly wants me?”

“You—!” The older woman lunged at Sera, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling it as she screamed in anger. Eula was acting like an animal that had gone wild and it was so unexpected that she would ever let her emotions go out of control just because of a younger man who wanted nothing to do with her.

“You’re crazy! Let me go!” Sera desperately tried to break free even though her scalp was burning from the stretch. “I’m gonna tell your husband that you’re sexually harassing a younger man! You’re a freak!”

Eula let go of her, only to slap her cheek in return. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare! I’ll kill you!” her warnings were added with another slap. “And how dare you say Naoya hates me when we have a mutual relationship! Stop creating your own narrative just because you’re unhappy with your pathetic life. He’s mine!”

Sera held her swollen cheek and let out a disgusted scoff. “You’re delusional, Miss Eula. Go visit a therapist. Satoru was right about you all along. You’re sick in the head.”

“And you’re a wannabe slut who tried to kill someone else’s unborn child!” Eula returned a nasty remark after she took umbrage from Sera’s words. “You can’t ruin my life. You’re just a poor, irrelevant girl trying to make a desperate entrance to high society. Leave him alone or you’ll regret it. Stop trying to be me so badly.”

There was no need to fall into Eula’s trap. Sera learned that the best way to deflect her manipulation was to go against her.

“I’d rather die than to end up like you.”

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felines.

↳ gojou satoru/fem!reader

when your version of a happy ever after consists of being an empress to a powerful nation, having beautiful newborn twins and… a cat as a husband?

genre. domestic fluff, fantasy, royal au

tags. empress!reader, emperor!gojo, slice of life, parenting, gojo cat, kitten!babies, human to cat transformation, mommy and daddy petnames, mentions of childbirth, satoru makes one dirty joke lol

notes. 2k wc. based on this ask, inspired by the remarried empress! bc i can’t stop thinking abt [spoilers] navier n heinrey’s little baby birds pls they’re so adorable

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“Wife…”

You squinted for a few seconds, lazy eyes adjusting to the ray of sunlight that passed through the window before you closed them again.

“Wife… I miss you. Wake up.”

Were you dreaming? As much as you tried to ignore your husband’s whiny voice, his warm breath tickled your ear and had you squirming as he began to plant soft kisses on your cheek. His lips came in contact with your skin in light, fluttering movements that placed your stomach in somersaults. Right. Your sweet husband needed attention. Suppressing a smile, you kept your eyes closed to purposely tease Satoru who was spooning you in your king-sized bed.

He clicked his tongue and nipped at your jaw while his large calloused hand caressed your arm. “You’ve been with the twins all day,” you heard him whine. “Spend more time with me.”

The twins! Instinctively, your eyes shot wide open to look at the space in front of you, remembering that you had taken your siesta together with your twin daughter and son who were both supposedly swaddled in their fluffy white blankets. Being a mother was tough, but highly fulfilling. The pain of childbirth, especially to two beautiful babies, was rewarded with the maternal bliss of having the privilege to cradle your little angels in your arms. It hasn’t been long since you’ve given birth and your motherly instinct was stronger than anyone else in this palace even with your ladies-in-waiting ready to provide all sorts of assistance. Although you did need some help more often than not, your twins inherited their father’s secret ability to transform into felines and this was the very reason why you could not allow others to babysit your gifted kids longer than intended.

Your role as a mother required you to give more supervision towards the byproducts of you and your husband’s love. Their transformation ability was still unpredictable as infants and you were no longer surprised when you saw how—by the time you woke up—your sleeping babies had already turned into... kittens. “Satoru, look,” you whispered in awe, shifting to sit upright so you could scoot closer to your little bundles of joy. You stretched a hand forward to gently touch one of the two arctic white kittens who were snuggled up to each other in their deep slumber. “Why do cats sleep like this?”

Just like you, your husband moved to prop an elbow against the bed and grinned at the sight of his adorable kittens. “We like cuddling, especially in the early days of kittenhood.” He gave you a sheepish smile, leaning in to peck your lips before laying his head in front of his kitties. “You can hear them purr. Listen closely.”

You ran your index finger over your son’s head, tracing his button nose until his ears folded in his sleep. “Ah, my cute fur baby.” The male kitten stretched its tiny arms and yawned before snuggling back to his sister whose limbs were entangled across him. You couldn’t help but play with their tiny paws as they slept. “You turned into kitties while mommy’s asleep, huh?”

Satoru himself was gently pressing his lips on top of the kittens’ head. “Did they? I thought they slept in their kitten form.”

“No, they were normal babies before I dozed off. I even breastfed your princess.”

Since you spent most of your time with your newborns, you’ve grown accustomed to the pattern of when they usually transform into their kitten form. It started as random, suddenly popping out of their swaddle blankets only to come out as kittens purring and looking at you with their bright blue eyes. You often petted both of them on your lap until they would fall asleep and they would shift back into their human form after an hour. It seemed that they only transformed during siesta hours and sometimes at midnight.

“Mommy must be pretty tired looking after you guys all day, hm?” your husband cooed as he talked like a baby to the kittens who continued to sleep peacefully. “Should daddy keep you two warm?”

You let out a soundless chuckle, leaning down to press your lips on your husband’s forehead. Concurrent to that, you were wrapping yourself with a shawl before you got up from bed and wore your slippers. “I actually have a lot of paperwork to get to.” The reminder was more so for yourself instead of your emperor of a husband who had already spent all morning discussing the fund management for his sponsorships. This time around, it was you who ought to catch up to your duties as an empress. “I need to go. Do you think you can check on the kids for a while?”

“You’re leaving me?” A pout settled on his lips as he got up and pulled you by your waist. “I wanted to spend more time with you.”

You allowed him one quick kiss on the lips before you moved out of his hold. “You have the rest of our lives to spend with me,” you said, though he still stayed sulking at that. Is he a kid? It was hard to believe that your husband was an emperor of a powerful empire with the way he acted childishly at times. “I’ll be back. Stay with our babies until they transform, please?”

He sighed. “Because I’m a great husband and father,” he stated, embracing you for one last time before he finally released you. “I’ll be Catoru while you’re gone.”

Cute. You nodded and remained still, eyeing Satoru who was standing tall in his trousers and gold embellished tunic until he suddenly disappeared from your sight like a puff of smoke. His clothes fell on the floor, leaving nothing but a fluffy white cat moving under the garments. His tail moved in excitement as you picked up his clothes with a giggle, folding them neatly while he rubbed his soft fur around your leg. “Come here, you…”

“Meow.” God was Catoru heavy. You lifted the white male cat and looked at its cerulean eyes that reminded you of the clear blue skies. He purred as you carried him, whiskers moving as he meowed excitedly.

“Okay, okay. I’ll put you down now.” You gave him a peck on the head before placing him near the sleeping kittens where he circled a couple times before curling next to them. It was adorable how he licked each kitten’s face, keeping them warm and clean like any other cat’s instinct. “I’ll be leaving now.”

“Meow~!”

“Your Majesty, Empress Y/N. What is His Majesty Satoru’s chosen theme?”

You placed the teacup back on its porcelain saucer before you resumed browsing through the invitation samples that were laid in front of you. Lady Celestine had just placed a tray full of chocolate bourbons atop the oak table as she asked her question.

“His Majesty wants a simple masquerade ball,” you answered, picking up one of the invitation cards that had embossed gold letterings. “Do you think the nobles would expect anything more for the Emperor’s thirtieth birthday? After all, everyone in high society is anticipating this celebration to be as grandiose as possible.”

Your lady-in-waiting found her seat on the chair across from you. “Did His Majesty the Emperor propose any reason as to why he wants a simple celebration?”

While placing the card back down, a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Ah, that… Well, he wants all of the attention towards the Prince and the Princess.”

Satoru always took pride in his son and daughter and their status as the incumbent rulers to his throne. He would often parade the kids around the palace, earning the praises and compliments of the royal staff as well as his great number of knights who were all supposedly trained to keep a straight face around their emperor. When it came to the Prince and the Princess who shared the same signature white hair and blue eyes as their father, no one in the palace could escape the charm that your kids exuded even as newborns. They were loved by their parents, but also the citizens of your homeland.

“He is a great father,” said Lady Celestine, offering you a warm smile that turned her eyes into crescent moons, “and you are a great mother, Your Majesty. Your relationship as a wedded couple is very inspiring.”

Perhaps you’ve been a great person in your previous life to be extremely blessed in this lifetime. With a husband like Satoru and two beautiful babies to raise together, anyone could say that you were living a fairytale and this was your happy ever after. Your life was the picture perfect image in every girl’s dream and you were never going to take it for granted.

Thinking about your husband and your twins alone was already making you miss them and it had only been an hour since you left them cozying on each other in their feline form in your bedroom. Is he holding up well? What if one of the kittens fell from the bed while he was in his ‘catnap’?

Your question was answered when your husband entered your office carrying the baby in his arms with Lady Cathe following him behind. “Empress.”

Oh… It appeared that he had already switched back to his human form now that the babies have also transformed. “Your Majesty,” you got up from your seat and paid your husband a courteous greeting before Lady Cathe carefully placed your other baby into your arms. It was your son. “How long have they been awake?”

“Just now. It looks like they miss you, wife,” answered your husband while you stared at your son’s seraphic features, kissing his round cheek as the little boy beamed.

Your heart was exploding at the mere sight of your little ones, flapping their small limbs while they were secured in yours and your husband’s arms respectively. Isn’t that cute? If they were in their kitten form, they would be stretching their paws at this instance. “Did you miss me, hm?” you hummed, attacking your son with kisses again. On the other hand, Satoru was swaying the little girl in his arms and encouraging the beautiful baby to say ‘dada’. You nearly chuckled at the view if only it wasn’t royal etiquette to not laugh out loud. “The Princess spends most of her time with me. I think she’s gonna say Mama as her first word, don’t you think?”

Satoru displayed a defensive pout. “One of them has to say ‘dada’ in that case.” He then approached you closer and leaned in to rub the tip of his nose into yours for an Eskimo kiss. “But nothing beats my wife calling me daddy.”

Oh, Jesus. Your eyes widened in surprise and you caught the suppressed smiles on your ladies-in-waiting’s faces as they stood at the corner, waiting for any orders from you. It was embarrassing enough to have them hear your husband’s naughty remarks, but Satoru always found it amusing how you would stiffen up each time he placed you on the spot.

However, instead of giving in, you ignored his last comment and gave your son another kiss. “Your dad’s trying to be funny.”

“I am funny,” he insisted, cradling the little girl closer. “Right, my Princess?”

“She says no.”

“She says yes, wife. Look at her smiling. That’s a yes to me.”

A contented sigh flew off your lips nonetheless. Just the domestic felicity of spending your days like this with your twins and your husband was already making your heart full. And wasn’t it quite adorable how they were fluffy felines just an hour ago? Your husband was a cat and a mischievous one at that. You wondered if either of the twins would take after him.

“Your Majesty Y/N.” Lady Celestine gave you an apologetic smile for cutting off the domestic moment. “Parenthood looks very endearing with you and His Majesty. Would you ever plan to have more children in the future?”

Before you could open your mouth to give an answer, your husband took the chance to respond with a sly grin on his face. Of course. You could almost imagine his shaggy tail swinging back and forth like an excited cat.

“We’ll keep making babies until we have one that looks like the Empress. Get ready to have your hands full, Lady Celestine.”

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sincerely yours | side story

episode. 02

cast. reader x gojou satoru x gojou sachiro

notes. this is a christmas AU of what their christmas mornings “could’ve been”. it’s a special episode that doesn’t really exist within the canon sn/sy-verse, so let’s just sob together :’(

“Mama!” You were just fixing the décor to your family’s Christmas tree when a little boy with arctic hair descended the stairs in his red pajamas, running off to you with a boyish grin on his delicate face. “Merry Christmas! Can Sachi open presents now?”

You crouched down to meet the toddler’s height and enveloped his small frame into the warmth of your arms. “Merry Christmas, baby. Can you give mommy a kiss first?”

It felt as though your heart would burst at the sight of your little boy’s excitement, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on your cheek with stars in his eyes that equally met yours in delight. “There, mama. More kissies?”

“Aww,” you cooed, “How can I say no to more kisses from my baby? C’mere.” Again and again did you attack him with kisses—whether it be on his nose, on his cheek, on his forehead, and on his chin. His giggles could melt your heart like hot chocolate on this cold morning, keeping you warm and cozy as you embraced your one and only child. “Okay, Sachi can open presents with mommy now.”

But before the both of you could ever reach for the gifts under the snow white Christmas tree, a six-foot tall man with a Santa hat and a fake white beard appeared from the bottom of the staircase. “Without daddy? Ho, ho, ho!”

“Dada!” Sachiro jumped as soon as his father walked closer while you were left chuckling behind, watching how comical Satoru looked in his Santa Claus disguise. “Dada, can I have my gift, please?”

Satoru stroked his artificial beard and held the Christmas sock in front of the toddler. “Have you been a good boy this year?”

Wide, crystal blue eyes stared up at his bearded father earnestly. “Yes. Sachiro’s a good boy, daddy.”

“I know you are, my munchkin.” It was impossible not to smile at how the father-and-son bonded in front of you—with Satoru lifting Sachiro in his arms, and the little boy swaying his feet midair. Such eagerness rose even more by the time your husband put him down and handed the big, red sock that carried the very toys that your son had been wanting to have.

As for you, there was only one thing you had on your wishlist and it was to spend this special day with the people you loved the most.

“I thought you’d sleep a little longer after last night,” you said, getting up to peck Satoru’s lips. “Merry Christmas, my love.”

“I love you.” Along with his response, he nuzzled his nose against yours and made your heart flutter with his affectionate gesture. “Merry Christmas, babe. And also,” as he moved his lips to your ear, his warm breath sent shivers to your spine,

“You’re on my naughty list.”

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