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nhoirr · 3 months

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It was the year of spring when you got the most lamest confession you've ever heard.

all from a man you'd never expect—nobody ever did expect that GOJO SATORU had the time and capacity to fall in love.

what a surprise, because he was too.

"go out with me," he states more than questioning.

like a giddy normal teenager that was not the most handsome man in the world—the, gojo satoru asked you out.

infront of everyone; without shame, oh but full of smugness that makes you want to reject him just to see his pride fall.

but perhaps the from shocking event did the thought not come to you that day, not when the pressure was all time high.

"This.." you start and the crowd quivers in their boots, boys and girls alike already demanding their victory from the bet, "this is what you greet me with after ignoring me for weeks, satoru?" the said man stiffens with his posture, and as if the bouquet of flowers he held felt the shift of the atmosphere—it dramatically wilted.

"oh, c'mon that was just—" he knew reasoning was futile when he gulps the words down his throat again, catching the way you glare.

and you spin your heel around. guessing with how he hangs his head low, you think he's discouraged enough to let it go and take the rejection.

but the man you knew was always so annoying, so stubborn.

you hear a call of your name but you don't snap your head like your-all-time-secret-is-out kind of surprise, but it's because the dumbest man spoke the dumbest words you've ever heard.

"I, the heir of the gojo clan, am insanely inlove with you!"

the crowd goes eerily silent, like time was frozen but not in a romantic way. It was embarrassingly awkward that you could hear the sound of a pin drop.

"what?" you spat out in disbelief, not comprehending his words and he takes it as another sign to repeat himself to you.

"I lik—" you stop him from talking by slapping a hand to his mouth, glowing eyes shimmering with the brightest smile known to man, "yes yes, don't repeat yourself!" you exclaim almost immediately.

your breath hitches in your throat the moment you feel his hand grasp your wrist, the one that covered his mouth and he points a finger to speak, muffled by your hand, "dso yu asekpt?" you could faintly make out the words he said—do you accept?

it syncs with the voice echoing at the back of your head ever since he confessed.

and yet, the answer always remained the same.

so you drop your hand from his mouth, catching the way his eyes follow your every move—perhaps enough to notice the hesitation, and he worries for the words you'll speak with such an expression.

quickly he starts before you speak, "Its fi—"

"I like you," he gets cut off, jaw slacked and unmoving in shock.

he blinks once or twice, but the crowd reacts before he can, waking him enough to respond back.

with a lopsided grin and dusted cheeks, he speaks again too—he thinks could be lost to the noise of the crowd, but with how close you were, he thinks you'll be able to hear even a whisper.

"I like you too."

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nhoirr · 2 months

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𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖑

— 𝔖𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰

drabbles. “GOJO HOURS."

“LOVESICK LOVER — !” : When he's away from you.

GOJO SATORU is not a patient man, especially when he's kept long time away from you.

'I miss you,' 13:42

your phone dings with a message you've been anticipating all this while, all this afternoon you spent fidgeting in place; waiting for something, or well—someone.

'i'll come home soon.' 13:43

the message rings out from a sender that was no other than your lover—GOJO SATORU, who seems to have been impatient at work; he's been gone for less than an hour, though you couldn't blame him when you felt the same.

'I want to be with you." 13:43 — not even two seconds later, your phone gets bombarded with messages.

Often it would be like this when he's gone, busy with exorcising curses.. hours to days of no contact, to sudden barrages of messages come in endless downpour; you couldn't even begin to count how many times he'd say — 'I want to come home.' every time, and every moment he has.

its silly, how he makes the butterflies burst in your stomach. You wonder how he feels so near when he's so far—perhaps distance really does make the heart grow fonder.

'Hey, don't leave me on read!' 13:45

At his reminder, you can't help but imagine him saying this. Bickering about your imprudence to dare leave him on read, you quickly tap away at your phone.

—'take care of yourself,' wouldn't be much too cliche to say right..? should you be adding anything more? it felt like your message was too short, maybe you should throw in a—'ill wait for you.' too, in there.

.. okay maybe too much—you internally cringe at your own words, attempting to delete the message.

Though unfortunately, your finger slips to press send a bit too hastily, not even given a chance to delete the message when he's seen it in a heartbeat; you could only close your eyes and pray he wouldn't tease it out of you all day, he wouldn't let you live this down.

at long last—your phone dings and you couldn't help the curiosity, peeking reluctantly at what he had to say.

'I don't think I can wait.' 13:50

but you could guess he probably won't be able to come home tonight; he probably has a lot to finish, he wont be home anytime soon..

so.. that makes you wonder, during this time of night—just when you were about to close your eyes..

"who.." Theres sudden motion, noise of shuffling before the sheets slowly dip and you sink into the softness of the bed. Although your eye lips felt heavy, you peel open your eyes—the blurred figure of a man answers with his voice, "Are you asleep yet?" he—the familiar voice of a man you've been waiting for all day, whispers in your ear.

He hovers above you, leaning over so much that the bed creaks, "Don't sleep on me, sweetheart." he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, another one to your neck—till he littered your body, every inch of your skin his lips could find; his lips latches on to you, as if a leech.

and one last time, he presses a long kiss to the side of your lips—as if asking for you to wake up through your groggy state of mind.

"keep your pretty eyes open for me, will ya?"

through your hazy vision, you could make out that charming smile of his that you've engraved into your mind—the image of a man you love so dearly, your heart treasures so.

and you know he loves you too—just as much.

your phone dings with his last text you never got to read before he came home—

'I love you.' 24:59

your impatient lover probably couldn't wait another day to come home, not when you were waiting for him—not when he'd miss your welcome greeting, not when he still hadn't kissed you goodnight.

and god, that was all he could always think of when you're not in his moment of sight.

'I'm coming home.' 00:09

how unfortunate, that the moment you wake in the morning after, you would never get the chance to read this message.

©NHOIRR — DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE NOR PLAGIARIZE ANY OF MY WORKS!

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nhoirr · 3 months

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SPRING CAME. | ALBUM BY g. satoru

[ GOJO SATORU X READER ]

LYRICS ✰ — Cherry blossoms in spring, the momentary beauty to behold. But black and blue paint your skin, and next spring comes in an endless rue, you wanted to ask — why were the most beautiful flowers, always the ones plucked from its roots? If spring was as blue as the reflection in his eyes, as tides turn like the changes of time; and flowers would wilt in time, like how you were what was left of his last year's spring. This time, came in blue hues, when you flowed like petals off cherry blossom blooms — and just like every other time, you were the last of his spring. and there were no next blooms.

#.angst #.death #.spoilers!ahead.jjkS2 #.ooc? #.smitten!gojo

.. 💿 ALBUM PLAYLIST

{SERIES CHAPTERS}

TRACK 01. — KEEP A PLACE FOR ME

“Summer, was a time of our lives.” childhood lovers. When the ocean meets with the shoreline.

TRACK 02. — NO PLACE OTHER THAN HOME

through the seasons of autumn. The next time the ocean waves met to ebb away at the sea shores, yet there was no longer any shoreline to meet.

For the ocean that seeked refuge in the place it abandoned long ago, longing for the times it wishes to relive once again.

TRACK 03. — TOO SOON, TOO LATE

For when winter had ended, spring came too soon, and summer came too late.

the love that bloomed too soon and realized only when the storm cleared, did the ocean finally see that the once tall mountain filled with bountiful life — was engulfed by the waves, buried in the eternal tides of the deep ocean.

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nhoirr · 3 months

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KEEP A PLACE FOR ME. | Album by gojo satoru

#.GOJO SATORU X READER

1/3 ★ : TRACK O1, = chapter one. — “SPRING CAME TO KEEP A PLACE FOR ME.”

PREFACE : A love that sprouted way back during early days, young eyes too naive to see the truth — what would unfold in later events are the weight of the lies spoken that very faithful night.

PROMP & THEMES : Childhood sweethearts, foolish teens inlove, fem-reader, some-implied-misunderstandings.

#.smitten!gojo, #.ooc?, #.fluff, #.angst, #.cliché-scenes, #.bittersweet.

❒ .BACK TO TRACKLIST / TAGS ?

#.ALBUM? — 💽 : SPRING CAME - g. satoru.

❒ .TRACK-LIST • O1. keep a place for me • O2. [no place other than home] • O3. [too soon, too late] – RECORD SLEEVE.

you first met GOJO SATORU when you were young, a formal meeting of the clans to discuss their collaboration — a momentary meeting, a fleeting bow and starlike eyes meets at a place where time seems to stop.

innocent eyes staring at the abyssal ocean depths that never seemed to have its end, threatening to swallow you whole.

never did you think such pretty eyes could be so terrifying.

".. do you want a tart?" you nervously push your plate to the glaring boy, his eyes following your fingers like guarded cat.

but infront of the sweet treat does the ocean waves calm, glancing at you once or twice before finally accepting the offer.

It was not at all a pleasing meet, but it was then did your friendship start.

from polite knitted poise of greeting, to whispers under the table with interlocked pinkies, stifled laughs during late night escapees through his bedroom windows — you were a menace, and your influence seemed to rub off on him.

the once less than a glance now turned to longing stares speaking a million words, from the many times it's happened, you could read each other's intentions through it — like a special messenger where only the two of you could read what the letters contained.

one time, across the meeting table where the two clans flock together, prideful geeks speaking like birds of a feather. always so passionate when it comes to matters about their clans, status and what not — like peacocks flexing their plumes.

with eyes glazed with tiredness and boredom, a burning gaze had you seeking where it came. your tense shoulders immediately slacken when you meet a familiar pair of eyes, glaring at you with the words you've been waiting to hear since this god forsaken meeting had started — let's run away.

and you take your chance, watching the way the younger boy disappears down beneath the tables — panic quickly quelled when you realize no one noticed, nor seemed to really care to at the moment. so you follow suit, ducking down to crawl within the small but long meeting table. almost immediately meeting eyes cheekily with the boy, but he moves a finger to his mouth, stopping you from speaking.

Just then, clan leaders immediately shout in panic — scuffling to their feet, breaking their neck by looking all around for the two heirs that have gone missing.

you nod along, trying to bite down the laugh bubbling up inside of you, while your eyes following keenly when he points at the door. the exit.

he glances at you — extending a hand for you to take as he counts to three with his fingers.

and once he counts to three, you both ran like there was no tomorrow.

little you held his hand and hid behind bushes, leaves dusting both your forms and you've never seen such a lively expression on the boy's face, laughing for once like a child of your age.

"its clear, I think." he murmurs beneath what was left of his breath, heaving a sigh of relief with his hand to his beating chest, heart still drumming in his ears with adrenaline from the run.

you give a stuttered laugh, chasing your breath to say, "that was so awesome."

there was a moment where you both meet eyes, cheeky expression and a victorious grin — one stifles a laugh, causing the other to laugh in sync. melodic fits of giggles you both sounded in harmony underneath the starry night.

"you almost got us caught," he reminds you without any bite, almost teasing if you really read between the tones. "and we didnt," you bark back smugly puffing out your chest, which he laughs to.

time seems to subside and laughs begin to fade into the night, you find yourself watching the stars. even when you've finally caught your breath, your heart still thumps with adrenaline at the sight.

"hey," he starts, breaking the silence yet peace still seems to fall. "can you still run?" you perk up at his request, seeing there was no jest, you smile as an answer.

standing up first, you repeat your answer; vocally, "you think?"

and.. never in your life did you think you could run. you knew you ran fast, but for that long?

you were starting to regret your past words of confidence, internally screaming at your past self for your own foolishness.

should you even mention the boy who was the same age as you, having the stamina of a lion?

"w-wait!" you shout, feeling your knees buckle and your hands fly to your knees - catching your breath. "where.." you breathe, "where are we going anyways?"

you could faintly hear the sounds of the grass moving halt.

"somewhere," you feel a vein pop - immediately taking back the words of thanks you were going to say for waiting. "cant we rest?" you reason, raising your head to see he was looking else where. as if pondering your words.

there was a secondary pause, hesitating before he tilts his head to the said to say, ".. come with me."

you feel the energy lost come back at his words, enough to ignore the aching of your legs as you follow him with a skip to your steps.

.. whatever hope you had disperses in matters of minutes when your form slouches from tiredness, and now returned to a groaning, noisy complaining fit.

"you said we'll rest!" you complain.

he shrugs his shoulders, not batting an eye when you seem to fall behind, "I never said that," he answers - annoyance building up inside of you so much that you remember this was how much you hated him before, as much as you feared him atleast.

merely you let out a bummed sigh, and you wonder if you would ever get the time to rest your poor tired feet. "were almost there," he answers your thoughts and you raise your head to speak with a scoff, "really? where-"

the words on your tongue seems to drift to be forgotten with your latter annoyance, your eyes now enchanted by the view of the falling stars and lush garden.

there was such a place? you dont think you would ever find out if it weren't for him, you give him credit for that.

too dazzled by the sight, you don't notice the way he looks your way. "its beautiful," feeling his gaze, you look his way with a smile, catching the way he tenses like deers in the headlights - swiftly turning his head to look at the night sky, "yeah," he coughs out, but you catch the pink tint coloring his ears, uncovered by his white locks.

"it is."

"were you looking at me?" you call him out and he almost jumps, looking at you with annoyance that has you fulfilled - a bit petty of you, but you wanted revenge for his annoying behavior earlier. "you could've sai-"

"I wasn't!" he shouts causing you to blink, mesmerized he was showing more emotion to this than any of your findings - apart from sweet treats. "so defensive," you puff out a breath, thinking if you should rile him up more.

.. ofcourse, would that even be a question? "then why are you red?" — you'd take all the reactions you can with this rare opportunity.

he 'calmly' sighs, "its simply.. hot today."

almost perfectly on cue, the wind blows with the coldness of the night, as if to betray him for his lies.

"right.." you don't press on further, saving him the embarrassment.. not like he'd ever live this down.

he opens his mouth to save whatever was left of his dignity, but you beat him to it. "do you think this will happen again?" you slowly walk your way over to the fountain laying at the center of the garden, sitting by the stones beside it - careful not to fall.

curiously, he follows you with cat-like eyes, "what will?"

you pat the space beside you, beckoning him to sit with you, "come look at the view."

carefully he sits, keeping a distance away but not enough where your hand seem to hover on his own for a fleeting moment.

from embarrassment or disgust, you both recoil away as if the touch burnt you.

realization dawning with a synchronized 'oh' - your eyes meet once again, a pause for a moment or two before you both laugh at each other.

"this is what I mean," you suddenly say, and he stops. "this?" - he repeats your words as if to test if the meaning would change if he says it, but it seems to inquire more of an answer.

an answer you couldn't give, not into words atleast.

you could describe it as a feeling.

"this moment," the answer flies over his head when he stares blankly, but doesn't push forward. if he did, perhaps you could've explained that day what you meant.

"i.. also get lost in the moment here, whenever I look at the skies." he seems to create a meaning of his own to your words, and you don't correct him either, "you come here often?" he pauses, looking down to the flowers blooming at his feet, "when I want to escape.. from everything."

there seemed to be more weight to his words, was it a sensitive topic?

"no one knows about this," you freeze at his words, giving a lopsided smile when he turns his head to look at you, halting again to return your smile - awfully menacing considering you felt guilty and threatened, if this was his secret hide-out, why did he tell you?

as if to answer the thought - "thats why I showed you," you don't know if this was a threat or a comfort..

"am I your accomplice now?"

he gives you a smile that makes you shiver for the first time this cold night.

he presses a finger to his lips, whispering not any louder than a voice pretending someone could hear, "keep it a secret between us."

that night he whispers a secret, and the stars became the witness to the birth of a newfound secret sealed by a promise.

you faux to think it over, entertaining his shenanigans when you too, whisper back, "okay, its a secret."

his eyes sparkle with your answer, for once, the ocean waves were calm. you've seen it before, but never at you - so gently smiling with warm that made you feel giddy.

you've exchanged so many laughs with one another, you could almost think you were friends..

but alas, for children your age, naivety was futile to the innocent eyes beheld the world. not enough to be understood, not enough to understand. maybe and perhaps, may the regrets lie in the future, you knew you would always turn back time to relive this moment where you both felt more alive than alive.

only if..

thump..

the tranquility of the moment was broken by the sound of shouts, hurried footsteps and faintly, you could hear the call of your name.

you stand before you realize, already starting to walk away if not for the hand grasping at your wrist - telling you not to go.

"wait," he spoke but you knew a second was a luxury, a minute longer would be when you get caught.

thump...

he feels the panic flicker through your features, making him spit out the words before his brain could comprehend, "will I see you again?" desperation clings to his tone, as if there was something more he wanted to say.

you pause to think but knew you had no such time, glancing at the light of torch fire growing closer - so were the sounds of rustling leaves and hurried footsteps.

thump...

so you gave him a promise you never knew if you could live through, "next spring," you spoke without thinking, heart beating out of your ribcage to the point that it was all you could hear through your panic state of mind.

"when?" he tightens his grip on your wrist as if afraid to let go, more than getting caught.

you glance back at the light somehow disappeared in the night, darkness once again envelopes your form where only the moonlight helped you to see; although not enough to read his expression, once again staring at nothing but those glowing blue eyes - you swear you'll dream about it.

"next month? after this winter, or next year?" this time, he was the one panicking, not noticing the way he was continuously tugging for your hand.

so you give him the bitter truth, coating with the sweetness of lies to give flavor to the indigestible truth.

"I don't know," a lie but not - you really didn't know, but you were sure your father would never let you leave again once he hears about the elder's mishaps of keeping an eye on you.

you bit the insides of your cheek, staring endlessly at his eyes to the point that you're drowning before you know it - drowning at the raging waves flickering with unbridled emotions threatening to consume.

within the depths of the sea, you are pulled out of the abyss by your reflection in his eyes - pleading.

"Keep a place for me here," you turn to look at him softly, almost enough to comfort him - but he remains stubborn, motioning to stand up but you sit him down with both hands to his shoulders.

'here' - he doesn't know if you meant a place by the way you were looking, enough to say you were looking through his soul, like you knew who he was when he never found it himself.

silently he stares back at you, knowing he never found the answer to your words either.

"when we meet again.. promise me-" he answers before you finish, "I promise," his hand finds its way back to your wrist, and when you don't recoil away, he moves to stand.

with the unsaid words remaining forever unsaid, he swears an oath - kissing the back of your hand, lashes fluttering gently with the caress of the wind - for the first time, he used proper etiquette with you.

when you try to speak again, he steals the words you wished to say and somehow — a part of you was also whisked away, and you wouldn't know what for a long time.

"ill keep a place for you when spring comes."

.. two people, two hearts and promises for the future - where only the stars would bear witness the past to be remembered.

in spite of all that, fate will always be relentless to those who never knew the unknown — where the doe-like eyes would one day remember, how cruel the world could be.

that night, you were yanked away from his hold.

watching the way you way forcefully taken from him - ripped away from his hold where he watches you smiling at him despite getting dragged away.

you were so unbearably cruel, telling him to stay. to not fight back when that was all he wanted to do at that moment; because he feels like he'll regret if he doesn't, that this will be the last he'll see of you if he doesnt.

but dear, oh dear..

your words always go before his, and he doesn't recall to when he developed such a mindset.

so he stays - still, so eerily still until his figure fades in the night, covered by the bushes and leaves as you get dragged further and further away.

the image still remains - where he was standing there ever since that day, at that garden during the same eternal night, he'll stay still - and ever waiting for the promise of the past, acting as his chain.

maybe the momentary emptiness that follows the bittersweet farewell he has to swallow will one day catch up to him in the future, forever haunting him. like the abyss reaching the depths of his soul, to one day tug him down when the burden weighs heavy on his tainted heart; now had its first scar.

gojo satoru will now carry the same weight as your promise - he, the guilt if he ever tried harder; while you, the burden of a promise you cannot keep.

that night, two hearts met, and only one left with a heavy heart carrying the weight of a future filled with endless rue.

may the world take pity.

somewhere, you could hear the first chirps of spring birds awoken from hibernation, singing for the day of a new beginning - the month of spring came. marking the start after the end, the aftermath of that night. a start of a path beckoning you to stray from the path, to the path of lies and regret — first spring after winter, a spring without the other.

.. thud.

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