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herofics · 3 months

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A day worth waiting for

A/N: I really felt like writing some angst with Gojo. Also, I’m feeling kinda shitty, so I needed something to cope with it. I’m not suicidal specifically, but it keeps kinda flashing in my mind as a “you could do that though” if that makes sense. I started writing this like 3 months ago, but I didn’t finish it then, so I’m writing it now

Warnings: Self-harm, blood and suicide attempt-ish

You were just laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. You had no clue how long you’d been laying there. It might have been minutes, or it might have been hours, you had no idea.

You didn’t feel anything, you were just numb, maybe not even numb, every emotion just felt the same. It was like all the colors were gone.

You stretched your hand towards the ceiling. You were wearing a t-shirt, so you could clearly see the scars that covered your wrist. There were no fresh ones, hadn’t been in a while, but the urge was still there, the urge to rip your skin open and let your life bleed out of you.

And why wouldn’t you? There wasn’t anything here for you. Gojo would be fine without you, he was the strongest, after all. He would probably even be better off.

“It’s decided then” you muttered while getting up from the floor.

You tried writing a note, and even though the idea of ending your life made so much sense in your head, you couldn’t figure out a way to explain it on paper. The only words you managed to put down were “Forgive me, Satoru. I hope you don’t curse me too much”. A few tears fell on the paper, smudging the ink.

You went to draw yourself a warm bath, before rummaging through the drawers under the sink to find a razor blade. You threw off your sweatpants and climbed into the tub in your underwear and a big t-shirt.

You exhaled deeply, before looking up at the ceiling. Were you really going to do this? Were you ready to leave yet?

That’s when you heard the bathroom door open. You quickly submerged the razor blade and hid it under your thigh before Gojo saw it. You managed to cut yourself in the process. How did you not hear him come into the apartment?

“Whatcha doing in the tub with your clothes on?” he smirked from the doorway, not yet putting the situation together.

He was just standing there, looking like his normal dashing self. He took off his blindfold, like he always did when he came home to you.

“I fell in” you lied.

Gojo took a step closer, chuckling, about to say something, when he noticed the blood in the water. The smile died on his lips as he realized what was going on. He knelt down next to the tub and grabbed both your hands, checking your wrists.

He sighed in relief as he realized you hadn’t done anything yet. Then where was the blood coming from?

You saw the panicked look in his eyes as he still held your hands in his while looking for the source of the blood.

“I nicked myself-myself when trying to hide the razor blade” you hiccuped, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Oh doll” Gojo said softly, before pulling you up with him as he stood up.

He took your shirt off you and grabbed a big, fluffy towel, wrapping it around you.

“I need you to talk to me, and I think you need that too” Gojo said as he stood in front of you.

There was something different about the way he looked at you. Anger you would have recognized, but this wasn’t it. Fear? Was it really fear you saw in his eyes?

“Satoru?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You look kind of scared” you noted.

“First of all, I think I should be asking you that. Secondly, I think my fear is pretty justified when I find the person I love sitting in a bathtub filled with water, ready to open their wrists”

“Well that sounds a bit gruesome” you muttered.

“Am I wrong?” Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side.

There was a moment of silence between you, before you spoke a simple, quiet: “No”

You couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. Once you said it out loud, admitted what you were going to do, it was like a dam broke. You just started sobbing uncontrollably.

“It’s okay doll, it’s okay” Gojo assured as he picked you up and carried you out of the bathroom.

You were still wrapped in the towel and holding onto Gojo’s jacket for dear life. You didn’t even remember what had originally gotten you so upset that you would resort to what you had attempted to do.

Gojo had been through this with you before. The last time this happened, it was with you trying to overdose on your medication. It was one of the few times in his life he had been absolutely terrified. Seeing you laying there unconscious, with an empty pill bottle next to you, had been one of the most horrific moments of his entire life.

Now it was happening all over again, but this time he had been on time. This time he had gotten to you before you’d done anything stupid, this time he’d managed it. After Suguru left, Gojo had sworn he wouldn’t lose anyone else like that. He wouldn’t let anyone else disappear into the shadows again.

Gojo sat down on the bed, still holding you in his arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-so sorry” you kept blubbering while burying your face to his chest.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay” Gojo said, grabbing your hand and attempting to ground you through his touch. “Just breathe”

After your breathing and crying calmed down, you looked up at him with tearful eyes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened” you muttered, trying to get up from his lap.

“Nu-uh, you’re not going anywhere till we talk” he pulled you back.

“What am I even supposed to say?”

“Just something, I don’t want you to be alone with this. You know I won’t leave you alone before I get a satisfactory explanation” he half joked.

Gojo just wanted to hear you say that you’d be okay. He just wanted to hear you say this was just a fluke, and it wouldn’t happen again. At the same time, he knew you couldn’t promise that. That you wouldn’t just magically start getting better, because you or he wanted you to.

“I don’t know what happened. It just seemed like the right choice, but the second I saw you, I was like “What the fuck am I doing?” and it didn’t feel like it made any sense anymore”

You kept staring at your hands while leaning the side of your head against his chest. What you said was true. Seeing him had made you change your mind in the end. You could have tried to reach for the razor again, even though it would have been futile with him in the same room. He would have stopped you, no doubt about that, and besides you didn’t want him to see you do that to yourself. The act itself was way different from just seeing the aftermath.

“Well I’m glad I have that effect on you, but that doesn’t really give me much insight to your mental state right now”

“I guess it doesn’t, but I don’t really know what else to tell you” you sighed.

You just sat there in silence, Gojo embracing you and you leaning against his chest. You didn’t know what to tell him. Even if you managed to formulate something that would make sense to you, it would probably just sound crazy to him. It was so hard to put any of it into words, let alone in a way someone else would understand.

“I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, but I just want you to know that no matter what you think, I’m not better off without you, and neither is anyone else you know” Gojo said suddenly.

“Thank you” you said after a while more of silence, looking up at him.

“What for?” he asked as he met your gaze.

“I guess I just appreciate the reminder at times like these”

“I’ll remind you for the rest of our lives, if you’ll let me” he smiled softly.

You placed a hand on the side of Gojo’s face and caressed his cheek with your thumb.

“I’d like that”

Maybe one day you’d love life as much as you loved him, maybe that day was worth waiting for.

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01alxg · 3 months

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henry letham and his cigs . . . 🚬

#my art #art #fanart #stay 2005 #ryan gosling #henry letham #selfharm tw

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mentalhealth-selfshipping · 1 year

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Your f/o isn't disgusted by your self-harm scars. Sure, they wish you never felt the need to do these things to yourself, but they're not going to resent that part of you. If you think they'd be revolted to touch or even look at you, you're sorely mistaken.

They also support you through whatever you may wish to do with your scarring, whether it be cover-up tattoos, scar removal treatment, or nothing at all. They want you to do whatever makes you feel the best.

#type: positivity #about: self harm #about: self image #imagine your f/o #f/o imagines #f/o imagine #self harm tw #tw self harm #tw selfharm #selfharm tw #tw self-harm #self-harm tw

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autisticayin · 6 months

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savior's fleece

#art floor rejects #self harm tw #selfharm tw #not tagging anything else i think to limit reach

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dark-side-blog3 · 2 months

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Tw $h plz ignore if not comfortable

How would yanderes react to there littles $elfh@rming? Say it’s an old coping mechanism that followed into there new life and it’s one of the only ways they relive the stress from the situation. Sorry just love this idea and sorry for the bad english!!:p

Your English is great, anon! Do not worry! And don't worry about censoring the phrase self-harm; you don't have to do that here :)

The answer is below the cut

It would depend on the yandere! And on how the darling was self-harming.

Cutting yourself with a knife may make your captor tut at you for "playing doctor"-- It's normal for kids to be curious about bodies and how they work. However, it's also important to remember that some things aren't toys. Your blood isn't for playing with, and it's supposed to stay in your body. You should play with your actual toys! And if you get caught playing doctor like this again, you'll be punished!

Some caretakers would be more concerned about your behaviour. It's self-harm now, but what if later it escalates? And you try to kill yourself, or try to hurt them? As fruitless an effort it would be, they don't want you to try anything stupid. So you're just strapped down at all times. Strapped into your bed at night, arms crossed and holding yourself in a straightjacket during "play" time, hands tied to the legs of the highchair so you don't get any ideas while they feed you. You're given lots of gummy vitamins to keep you sleepy and clumsy, unable to chew your cheeks or tongue properly, and removing that option for self-harm.

#selfharm tw #yandere agere #forced agere #forced age regression #infantalizing #forced infantilism #infantilism

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aliennopossumm · 4 months

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sometimes u gotta draw the silly trolls to cope

#selfharm tw #sh tw #heavily implied. at least #blood tw #alienn.png #trolls #poppy trolls #branch trolls #broppy #me when hurt comfort

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kaeyapilled · 2 months

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do you have any kaveh sh fics you like i havent found any as good as the one you've written

anon you have no idea how much this means to me😭im always so blown away when people enjoy my writing, especially a work as personal and dear to me as this.. sadly im afraid i dont have any recs for you</3 i went through my bookmarks to see if i had anything saved and i only have this, which is an alhaitham sh fic (and a REALLY good one, i dont have this hc for haitham like i do for kaveh but this is one of the best sh fics ive ever read in general and i def recommend it!) so.. sorry<///3 ive read so many because i reload that self-harm + kaveh genshin impact combo on ao3 very often but i.. seldom find anything i like.. its dire out there. part of why i wrote and posted my kaveh fic was because of the lack of fics about this topic that were well written and/or talked about the subject in a way that resonated w me lol thank you again for reading my work and sending an ask! i hope youre well :)

#maybe .. if i finish my current kaveh sh fic.. and post it.. i probably will some time #if there was demand for it id even post snippets but. i feel like a freak for wanting to talk about this headcanon all the time #it just means so much to me. and has kinda started shaping my view of kavehs character lol #sorry for the lack of recs the market for good kaveh sh content is so niche and so empty of good stuff #selfharm tw #tw selfharm #tw sh #sh tw

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themculibrary · 1 month

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There's another one where Foggy's family adapts Matt or another super sad and emotional one from Matt pls

is it this fic?

He Has a Few Complexes (ao3) - telm_393 T, 23k

Summary: In which Matt Murdock does not need nice things or non-essential feelings such as happiness, and Foggy Nelson is an unexpected (and vaguely bemused, though mostly skeptical) addition to the ongoing saga of 'Matthew Murdock Walks Alone'.

- Tori

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bool-prop · 1 month

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#ts3 #sims 3 #story: hexner bp #oc: salem hexner #oc: the doppelganger #selfharm tw

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divinctions · 6 months

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✿ ━━━━ SARIYAH CARTER

Is that Brittany O'Grady ? oh, no, that's Sariyah Carter ! A twenty-six year old Art Curator at Casaplan who uses she/her pronouns. They currently live in Valparaíso, and the character they identify with most is Grace Violet from Skins. Hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

your resident softie just trying to enjoy the little things / more below

━━━━━━━━━ B A S I C S :

full name: sariyah joy carter

nickname(s): yah-yah, joy, sj

age: twenty - six .

race: african american / caucasian .

gender: cis woman .

pronouns: she / her .

orientation: biromantic / bisexual .

occupation: art curator for Santa Moneda’s Exhibition Gallery .

language(s) spoken: english, french, italian, learning spanish .

━━━━━━━━━ P E R S O N A I L I T Y :

sariyah is the type to put others before herself no matter what; all it takes is one phone call for her to drop whatever she’s doing and run to them. Family, friends, strangers; no ask is too big and no thank you too small. there is no great compliment than being someone people knew they could depend on, but she struggles asking for help when she needs it. she tells herself she can handle everything on her own because she was raised to believe the worst thing a person can be is a burden. she’s not a prideful person and can openly admit to her faults. she’ll apologize even when she wasn’t the perpetrator of conflict because keeping the peace means more to her than petty discourse, even if it was her feelings hurt at the end of the day. she finds it impossible to stand up for herself. It’s easy for others to use her as a doormat and she lets them do it. she’s much too frightened of disappointing people who have come to trust her so she’s mastered the inability to say no. she’s a dreamer. when she’s not trying to solve other people’s problems, or scouring the valparaíso streets for new artists, she’s doodling in the margins of her textbook or looking out the window envisioning a world where the opinions of others didn’t matter to her anymore. she tries to find joy in the little things and doesn’t let the small missteps consume her. she’s quick on her feet and can find solutions to her problems with ease. she works well under pressure as it was the only state she worked in growing up, and she does her best not to let those around see her sweat. again, the worst thing a lady could be was a burden. she romanticizes every aspect of her life for her own sake, every action holds weight, every place is more than just a building, and every word spoken has meaning. her existence becomes important because she makes it so. she offers the benefit of the doubt to everyone she meets; she doesnt have time for rumors or whispered disapprovals from people who just haven’t given someone a chance. she takes it upon herself to be the person to see the good in all. she holds her hands over the fire even after it gets warm; only pulling away once she’s burned but even then she’s sure she’ll heal and try again.

━━━━━━━━━ B A C K G R O U N D : tw self harm

as a child, everything was funny to sariyah. a rambunctious child skipping up and down with a song on her lips and flowers in her hair. But it was never her parents following after her up the spiral staircase in the main room of the carter estate. nannies tagged team on how to cut her off from getting away again as her parents busied themself with her older brother. whenever she’d stand in the door breathless and urging them to come play with her they’d close the parlor doors, blocking her view of them but more importantly their view of her. but there was freedom in feeling bare feet on cool granite, of staying in her nightgown on a saturday morning, she never understood why they wouldn’t join her. The more playful she became, the harder it seemed her parents, specifically her mother, tried to mold her into something more refined. she couldn’t play with the other kids with grass stains on their clothes and dirt beneath their nails. Instead, she sat in etiquette classes learning the differences in dinner utensils left to daydream of the kind of fun she didn’t have to sneak away for.

sariyah found a safe haven in school. the expensive private academies her parents sent her to were strict, tradition devoted, and soul sucking. she never made friends, she tried too hard and was much too awkward. the other kids didn’t like how she knew the answer to every question posed in class, or that her mom still dropped her off and picked her up at the same time promptly every morning. they considered her a prude, a snitch, someone uncool without ever getting to know her. even the clubs her mother forced her to join were ostracizing. it made her skin itchy with the knowledge that the kids would only speak to her out of obligation and not because they wanted to. but the school had an art studio.

it was the only place she ever saw such vibrant colors, the only place she could take the worlds and feelings envisioned inside her head and personify them on canvas. it was her best kept secret. she penned her art under the name ‘ dove blossom ’ and left it in the supply closet, never taking ownership, no matter how many times the teacher had asked or compliments her work got. she was just happy that she got to keep creating without the worry of ridicule from her mother, or scrutiny from peers once they figured out it was her. but all good things eventually come to an end, and her identity was discovered. a teacher, who she thought had been long gone, had stayed later to catch the mysterious dove shim in the act and told her parents everything. there was a parent-teacher conference held, and at first you thought you were in trouble, but once your mother had heard the glowing review of your work from your teacher and students she didn’t see an imaginative flame she needed to snuff out; she saw an opportunity.

over the years, sariyah thought she was supposed to be happy. With her mother’s approval she could do all the painting she wanted, try any medium, buy all the latest tools and expensive paint; they turned her old piano room into an art studio, hired tutors, enrolled her in additional art classes, and lined up all the art schools she’d be applying to. She got into the royal college of art, had her own exhibit before she graduated, and was named the best new artist but multiple art journals before her senior year. Yet, she was so unhappy. This wasn’t how it was suppose to be. Her mother had taken her artistry and turned it into a machine. Her work wasn’t her own anymore. The vibrancy drained from each cavanas, the work became darker but no one thought she needed help. Her mother had everyone believe she was challenging herself. Trying new artforms. No matter how much she tried to speak up for herself, her mother would run her down.

TW; SELFHARM: feeling trapped and seeing no other way out, sariyah grew desperate; taking a mallet in the empty studio she worked in and slamming it on her right hand with all the adrenaline spiked strength she could. the pain was unimaginable, but so was the life for herself if she didn’t do this she thought, and managed to get two more hits in before the pain became too much TW; SELFHARM DONE. sariyah wasn’t thinking about the damage she’d done to her hand as whole, she’d only been concerned about ensuring that she couldn’t paint ever again. news that both crushed her and brought sweet relief when she heard it from the doctor himself. she’d still have use of her right hand, still be able to eat and drink and grab things, but the muscles were forever altered. there was no way she could withstand using her right hand to draw or write for long periods of time. she could no longer lift objects more then ten pounds with her right hand and it was better not to hold it in positions that were nearly closed ( like holding a paint brush ) or it cramp to the point of being rendered useless. sariyah was free. her mom was devastated. all of her hard work had just gone down the drain, but she wasn’t ready to give up yet.

several rehab centers, and soothsayers later sariyah no longer wanted to play into her mother’s fantasy. she’d given her mother too much of her life already. maybe it was because she knew her mother would be unmoving, or maybe sariyah just didn’t have it in her yet to defend herself, but she quietly booked a one way ticket to valparaíso and never looked back. she’s gone no contact with her parents. and it didn’t take them long to cut her off after that ( which she figured they’d do so she drained as much as she could out of her trust fund before her flight to hold her over until her new job started ). now sariyah is focused on the little things again, trying to find the vibrant colors in her day to day that she once loved so much and hoping she can mentor young artist in a way that doesn’t kill their creative spirit the way her mother killed hers.

━━━━━━━━━ H E A D C A N O N S :

sariyah comes from old money. the carter family owned the same car manufacturing business since the 1930s. their company distributes luxury vehicles all across milan, italy and the united kingdom. thanks to her brother they are in talks to begin importing to the united states.

grew up HELLA sheltered. her mom controlled her every day to day, from what time she woke up to what she wore to what she ate. She never had to do a chore or feed herself or shop for herself until she arrived in valparaiso so everything has been a really big learning experience so she has a notebook that’s her just jotting down helpful hints for her day to day like what a delicate wash on the washer means or how to use the chip on her debit card.

her first purchases when she got here was a mint lusso cruise bike and she loves that thing like its her first child. it’s her preferred mode of transportation even with all the hills in valparaíso and good exercise for her hands.

has a very weak right hand and often needs help carrying things, but will she ask? no. so instead, she takes longer to do things bc she has to keep taking breaks, but she does some aids like wagons or wheeled crates, and her basket on her bike. She has to wear a compression glove on her right hand most days to help with the pain an she has a wide assortment of color so she can match with her outfit as often as possible.

will stop a conversation right in the middle of it so she can voice record or jot down and that just came to her so she doesn’t forget, but can usually slip right back into conversation with ease.

she’s the type to buy/send herself flowers, but is a little embarrassed about admitting it so she’d rather just let people believe she has a secret admirer.

she does still draw, she has a notebook of half finished drawings because the aches in her hands never permit her to finish a drawing to completion and she’s found that she likes them more as unfinished works anyway.

Has to practice in the mirror before talking to potential artists for the exhibition gallery, or making a call to an industry worker, or ( god forbid ) having to talk to one. like has a prewritten script for any interaction that she has to bug a service worker.

buys and leave cat food out around the apartment complex for the stray kitties that are lurking, and usually always has treats in her bag.

Spends a lot of her time in the resident garden because she likes being around the pretty flowers and learning to pick herself bouquets and has been taking floral arranging classes.

is a gamer girly ! specifically on switch but she does of a pc she can play on. definitely prefers cozy games because they're low effort. her favorites are disney dreamlight valley, genshin impact, and cozy grove currently. she can't play for long periods of time because her hand will start to cramp but she finds watching streams just as fun. would watch any friends play for hours too.

━━━━━━━━━ W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S :

Can’t Go Back: Theres a lyric in this song thats like “And it breaks my heart to say i can’t wait to live without you” and i think that vibe fits perfectly for sariyah. I’m thinking this might have been a relationship she had before she lost her ailment got the best of her, and it was the kind of relationship that everyone thought was going to be forever, they were going to walk down the aisle together, but after losing her dream of being a painter a lot in sariyah changed. She wasn’t the same person, and holding on to the person she was in love with before that change happened felt like she’d be stuck somewhere she wasnt meant to be anymore so breaking up with them was the best decision for her, and now they’re both in valparaiso !!! ooooohhhhhh and we can discuss timing and where they stand together but thats the vibes!!

Lacy: I would love a kind of best friendship based on lacy by olivia rodrigo. Very complicated and nuanced. Probably grew up together, maybe in the same art circle so their work was always compared to one another or maybe this muse is a lot more popular and finds it a lot easier than sariyah does and because of the ailment ( that she suffered in silence with ) sariyah sometimes perceived that everything just came so easy to your muse no matter how hard sariyah tried which makes her resent this muse from time to time but at the end of the day thats her best friend so she’s constantly feeling so conflicted on how to move forward when she cant go anywhere without the person she feels is holding her back.

Jeanine and Barbara type friendship: basically Sariyah vying for their approval and acceptance she thinks theyre super cool ideally someone older than her 30+ bc mommy issues on full display but yknow let her be insufferable with friendship.

Helpless crush: these two hint it off the moment they met. growing closer with every day, and spending almost every minute with each other. but somewhere down the line this muse began developing feelings that went beyond friendly liking. but every mention of a relationship was laughed off by sariyah because her naive mind believing their conversations on a life spent together were just pretend. a way they would joke to make her feel better when it becomes too much again. But this could also go the other way as well, they can also be pathetic!!!

#smhqintro #⸻ ✿ SARIYAH CARTER ❮ intro ❯#tw selfharm #selfharm tw #I THINN THIS IS THE LONGEST ONE YET YALL IM SO SORRY FUDIJSOKOFUDSIHFJAFDUSGHIJFK #BUT WE DONEEEE #AHHHH

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herofics · 6 months

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Old habits die hard

I actually have another Gojo WIP I need to finish, but I’ve written myself into a corner with that one if that makes sense, so I just sort of decided to abandon that for now. This is basically me rambling about my current issues with selfharm urges, so if that triggers you, don’t read

The urge was pretty much always there, every day. Even though you had been clean for a long time now, the urge was still there. Every time something went wrong, the first solution your brain offered you was: “Hurt yourself”. Every fucking time.

You hadn’t done it, you didn’t want to, but the urge never seemed to really go away. It wasn’t like it was an active thing, but every time you encountered disappointment or hardships, which seemed to be all the time nowadays, there was a momentary thought of how harming yourself would resolve all your problems. You knew it wouldn’t but your brain kept falling into old patterns.

Fighting the constant urge was exhausting, it took so much energy everyday and you were getting tired of resisting. Sometimes you started to wonder if it was even worth it, but then, everytime he came home safe, every time you saw him light up when he saw you, it felt a bit easier to keep going. Your Satoru, your light in the darkness.

You were having a particularly bad evening, waiting for Gojo to get home while making dinner. The knife you were cutting vegetables with flashed in the light of the evening sun, and you had to stop to stare at it. It wasn’t particularly sharp, you hadn’t sharpened it in some time for exactly this reason. You didn’t want to make it easier for yourself to give in.

You weren’t sure how long you had stood by the counter when you heard the front door open. You were lucky you hadn’t put anything on the stove yet, since it would have surely burned while you stood there in a daze.

“I’m home!” Gojo greeted you excitedly as he closed the front door.

“Hey” you greeted as you heard his footsteps coming closer behind you.

Gojo placed his hands on your waist and leaned down to whisper in your ear: “And how is my beautiful partner doing today?”

“Honestly?” you sighed, turning to face him.

“Yeah of course” you could hear the worry in his voice already.

You looked up at him, noticing he was basically scanning you with his eyes. Looking for signs of what could be weighing on your mind. Gojo lifted you up so you were sitting on the counter with him in front of you.

Gojo had had a feeling something was going on for a while now, but he hadn’t been able to put it together.

You didn’t blame him for not knowing what was going on with you. He was a busy man, constantly going on missions and having to be away from you and your home, and being a teacher too. You knew he cared, but how could he know what was wrong with you when you were hiding it from him?

“What’s wrong doll?” Gojo asked, looking at you intently.

“I’m not having a good day to be honest. It’s just… I really want to hurt myself again, and I’m having a hard time resisting that urge” you sighed, not being able to look him in the eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay” Gojo said gently, lifting your chin so you would look at him. “Talk to me about it, please?”

“Every time something goes wrong or I feel upset, my first thought is to hurt myself. I don’t know how to get rid of that thought pattern and it fucking sucks. The only thing that helps even a little bit is distracting myself by doing something else” you chuckled wryly.

“How can I help?”

“Just… I wish you were here more, so I could talk to you. I get that you’re busy, and I don’t mean that you should neglect your other duties because of me, or that this is in any way your fault, but I do miss you… a lot” you explained.

“Oh doll, I wish you’d told me sooner” Gojo shook his head with a sad smile, before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “But I’m glad you told me now”

“Yeah, me too”

“I can’t really promise I’m gonna be able to be around more, but I’ll try to make more time for us. I miss you too. I’m also gonna start calling you like five times a day to make sure you’re doing okay” Gojo smirked.

“And I’m gonna start to not pick up half your calls” you stuck your tongue out at him jokingly.

“Hey, that’s mean” Gojo frowned.

“Aaaw, I’m just teasing you, you big baby” you giggled and booped his nose with your finger. “But seriously, I appreciate it. Just promise me you won’t freak out if I don’t answer the first time. I might be at the school or on a mission, and I’m not able to answer my phone in the middle of a fight unlike you”

“Good point, good point. I’m gonna keep calling you until you pick up though, but not like spam calling. I wouldn’t do that…”

“Oh yeah, of course you wouldn’t” you rolled your eyes and draped your arms over his shoulders, looking into his crystal blue eyes.

Gojo moved as close to you as he possibly could while you sat on the counter. He leaned his forehead against yours and both of you closed your eyes, your arms still draped over his shoulders. You were just relaxing against one another finding comfort in each other’s arms.

“Hey Satoru?” you asked.

“Hhhmm?” he mumbled.

“Thank you for loving me, even when I’m a pain in the ass” you opened your eyes and leaned back a little.

“Of course, but could you promise me not to hide yourself when you're in pain? It's unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone. We’re supposed to share our hardships, remember?” he answered, placing his hand on your cheek.

You leaned your head against his hand and looked at him adoringly, making Gojo’s heart flutter. He worried for you every day, he couldn’t help it, he loved you after all.

You placed your hand over his and kissed his palm before nodding in agreement. He always took such good care of you.

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