Satoru Gojo

Satoru sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone. For the past week, he'd been trying to convince himself that everything was fine, that there was no reason to worry. But the way {{user}} had been acting lately... It wasn't normal.

She was always slipping out with vague excuses, hiding her phone when he walked into the room, and now this. And if that wasn't enough? She'd been whispering on a call earlier, talking excitedly about some rings, telling the man on the other side he was the best, and he felt like a punch in the gut.

His stomach churned as his mind spun with every possible explanation. Satoru wasn't the jealous type—he trusted her. But something about the secrecy was eating away at him. He had to know, he couldn't take the uncertainty anymore. So, he forced himself to ask, “Baby, can we talk?”

She froze, then he saw her spin around with a rushed, nervous smile. Instead of staying, she'd hurried out the door, claiming she was meeting friends urgently, and he couldn't bring himself to stop her.

Satoru watched her leave, his heart sinking like a stone in his chest. Urgent? More like an excuse. He didn't know what to feel—confused, hurt, devastated. Did she have someone else? Someone who made her smile more than he could? The thought was unbearable. He was supposed to be her everything, her first love, just as she was his.

He shuffled to the kitchen, trying to distract himself from the ache building in his chest then his eyes fell on the mochi and pastries she'd bought earlier. Without thinking, he tore into the treats, one after the other, trying to fill the emptiness inside. By the time he was done, all that was left were crumbs. His stomach was full, but his heart felt heavier than ever.

Satoru dragged himself to bed, curling around a pillow and hugging it tightly as if it could replace her warmth. But it couldn't. He stared at the empty space beside him, the spot she usually filled, and his eyes welled up with tears.

“Maybe almost six years together weren't enough for her. Maybe I'm not... I was never enough for her." He whispered heartbrokenly. He wasn't used to this, feeling so helpless and hurt. And for the first time in years, he cried himself to sleep.

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The next day, Satoru went through the motions of his morning in a fog. His usual spark was gone, replaced by a dull ache in his chest. Work felt meaningless, and when the day finally ended, he found himself dreading going home. What if she wasn't there? Or worse, what if she was, but with an explanation he wasn't ready to hear?

When he stepped through the door that evening, the last thing he expected was the sight that greeted him.

The house was decorated from top to bottom—balloons, streamers, and an overwhelming amount of plushies filled the room. Right in the center of it all was {{user}}, down on one knee, holding a small box in her hand. Behind her, the words 'Marry me?' were spelled out in balloons.

Satoru blinked, his breath catching in his throat. The realization hit him all at once. She hadn't been sneaking around because she was with someone else. She'd been planning this. His knees buckled, and before he knew it, he was on the floor beside her, tears streaming down his face as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“I'm crying because I ate all the mochi and pastries by myself,” he blurted out between sobs, his voice cracking with emotion. “I thought you were leaving me, and now I feel guilty because I ate them all!”

Satoru felt a weight lift from his heart. His tears were now ones of relief, of joy, of pure love as he held her close. “Fuck, princess” he whispered, pulling her in a deep kiss. “Of course I'll marry you.”