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₊˚⊹｡ 11:49 pm | gojo satoru
wc: 421 summary: gojo is larger than life, but you make him feel small. warnings: none really, can be read as gn! a/n: he’s a big baby :’(
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There’s something in the way you hold Gojo that makes him feel so incredibly small.
He stays tucked under your chin, like a child, your palm lying flat on the top of his head. White wisps of hair poke at the corners of your nose, but all you feel is the soft puffs of air tickling your neck.
Gojo has always been affectionate—clingy even; he’s loud and obnoxious, always the first to touch but never the one to feel. He takes up space, the very thing he holds power over, and squeezes it to fit in this small bed, right by you.
Nights this quiet rarely come by anymore. If you aren’t sweeping the streets for curses, he is; if neither of you are, then curses come to find you—in your dreams, in the slight twitching of Gojo’s fingertips resting on your hip.
On nights like this, you cradle him to you, leg slung over the expanse of his body, tugging him closer. He’s a lot bigger than you are, stronger too—long limbs and lean muscle. But you hold him like he is someone to protect, gentle and fragile—as if his single touch hasn’t killed, as if his eyes haven’t seen destruction caused by his very hands.
When you hold Gojo in this rare, quiet night, he feels so incredibly small. And for someone so big, someone who is larger than life—all 6 feet over, all seeing, bearing all the burdens of the world, he thinks: feeling small isn’t so bad. Feeling small is okay. It’s quiet. Peaceful. Only because it’s you.
He wraps an arm around your waist, squeezing, the other finding purchase on your thigh slung over his hip. His face nuzzles deeper into your neck, lips brushing against your skin in a blur of kisses. Your legs soon become a tangled mess when he adds his to the mix.
The grandeur attached to Gojo’s name is a birthright he can’t escape from. It’s the responsibility of being the strongest. But in moments like this, he doesn’t feel like Gojo at all. He feels like Satoru, only wanting the simple things, like still nights tangled up in your bed, close enough to disintegrate the space he’s so proudly surrounded himself with his entire life.
Now, he feels like Satoru, made small by your hands, but so content with the simple things—like your tiny bed and the moonlight peeking through your curtains, like the thrum of your heartbeat and the fact that he can exist in this space, with you.
[3:18AM] — foggy
bang chan. genre: angst & fluff + warning: none
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"are you sure?" chan asked.
the way his voice broke as he uttered the three words felt as if the world had smashed your heart on the ground, shattering it in millions of pieces. you knew he did not mean to be like this, yet, there you were again.
no matter how many times you told him about how perfect he was, chan never seemed to listen; too caught up in his own head, your reassuring voice drowned out by his thoughts. he could not help it. despite how hard he tried, chan could not bring himself to be fully confident; not yet. he was not ready.
sat right by chan's side at the edge of his bed, you cupped his face; trying to make him look at you.
"of course i am," you said "you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and everyone else around you actually."
at that, he could not help but laugh dryly, rolling his teary eyes in an attempt to not look into yours directly. if he did, chan knew he would cry and he could not let himself do that. but this time, you were not having it; which is why you slightly tightened the grip you had on his cheeks. that way, he had to look at you and would actually listen.
"you might not realize it but you turn others into better people. you're an amazing influence, chan. you're so full of love we cannot help but strive to become at least a little more like you," you explained. "chan, you're just right the way you are. you're so loved. i love you. i always have and i always will. you're not the terrible guy you've persuaded yourself you are, i swear."
half convinced, chan nodded as stray tears rolled down his cheeks. with the pads of your fingers, you wiped them away before softly kissing his lips. he barely reciprocated, too busy trying to stop himself from crying any more than he already had and, once you inched away, he hid his face in the crook of your neck.
you let him rest, giving him the time he needed to cool down from those big feelings he was having. it took a little while but you did not mind. in fact, you cherished all moments you could spend by chan's side, no matter what they were like.
"thank you," he murmured against your skin as you threaded your fingers through his hair "i really needed that."
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