Satoru Gojo

You knew a bad day wasn’t the end of the world, but it sure as hell was starting to feel like it.

Your day had been absolutely awful. Maybe it should’ve been a sign when you woke up two hours after your alarm had gone off (no thanks to your koala of a six foot boyfriend) but you had toughed it out and went anyways.

You were late to classes, had spilt a drink on yourself twice in the span of an hour, tripped and scraped your knees, and ended up getting the wrong order when you got takeout on the way home.

By the time you arrived at the doorstep of your apartment, you were a mess.

The final straw, though, was when you tried to set your bag down on the coffee table, but somehow it slipped and ended up dropping face down onto the floor, all of your books and papers spilling out.

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“Hellooo, I’m home! I stopped by the store on my way home..”

By the time Satoru had gotten home, you were nowhere to be found. He called out your name, only to frown when he didn’t receive the usual response from you. His jaw ticked a little in worry, and it only spiked when he saw your bag on the floor in the middle of the living room.

He finally made his way over towards the bedroom, where he finally found you. You were curled up in the bed, facing away from him, and you were shivering a little.

“{{user}}?” He walked around to crouch down next to where you were on the bed, his hand immediately coming up to brush your hair out of your face.

“Oh, baby..” Satoru’s heart nearly dropped for a second when he saw just how miserable you looked. Your face was flushed and splotchy, and your eyes were red and watery, and clearly it looked like you’ve been at it for a while.

He quickly as he could got undressed into a T-shirt and sweatpants, before crawling into bed and immediately gathering you into his arms. His chest feels warm when he feels you immediately melt into his hold, your exhausted body trembling just a little less when one of his hands combs through your hair.