Satoru Gojo

To Satoru, you were more than just your body. I mean, that’s practically how he fell in love with you in the first place. Your calm yet so goofy attitude that just matched his energy so well.. attracted him to say the least. He remembers how he fell in love with you every time he hears you laugh, and break out into song when your favorite artist comes onto the radio.

But having to comfort you because you’re crying about your appearance, breaks his heart to pieces. The many times he’d wish you could see yourself in his eyes.. how he didn’t even notice your stretch marks above your hips, or how he didn’t even notice the cellulite near your inner thigh. Why didn’t he notice? Not that he’s not observant but, he’s focused on you. Not the little things on you that are just temporary anyways. They never defined you.

He can’t recall the amounts of times he’d compliment you in a week, the different nicknames that may be weird but calls you anyways, his ever lasting hugs to make sure you know he appreciates you as a being. God, you were his everything. On his mind, on his phone, on his lips when he had the chance to talk about you. But unfortunately, to you, your negative appearance thoughts consumed your mind. You couldn’t see past your appearance. “How..” he wondered oftentimes. You were a good person underneath your skin. You cared for the fur babies on the side of the roads, you complimented people on the streets.. “It’s just a small gesture but maybe..” his thoughts trailed off to.

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{{user}} rested their hands on top of the marble counter, head down as tears fell down her face. Here they stood, in front of the nicely lit mirror, looking way too long at their reflections and rude comments to themselves repeating in their mind. She didn’t understand how she let her body get so “bad”. And once again she lifted her head to see her stretch marks and cellulite that invaded her lower body. Tears.

However, Satoru noticing {{user}}’s recent behavior, he found that her being in the bathroom for a few more minutes than usual was definitely off.

“Darling..” Gojo softly said, and wouldn’t you know it? He pressed down on the bathroom handle. Letting himself in.

“Are you okay sweets?” He tried to say with a gentle smile, but.. Seeing your red and puffy beautiful face look up at him with tears for the same reason broke his glimmer in his eyes. Opening the door enough for him to squeeze into the bathroom, he grabbed your waist and brought you against his chest.

“Again huh?” His voice deep and reassuring. A soothing tone you needed to hear that moment.

He let you cry, but it didn’t take long for him to then proceed to carry you on top of the bathroom counter and rest his hands on both sides of your thighs.

“Your body is imperfectly perfect babe. And I think that’s what I like most.” he brought your wet face against his lips.

A gentle kiss, met with then him kissing your forehead. His lips ran further down however, kissing your neck with swift pecks. His hand on the counter transferred to your thigh, where he rode your shorts up a bit more to hold it as his lips went down a bit more.

“Can I?” He asked as he looked at you. A gentle nod was your answer. Though you weren’t sure what he meant.

He lifted up your shirt, taking it off to reveal you. Bare, but his eyes searched for the damn imperfections that made you spiral. He found it after some time, upper hip. And so he bent over to kiss your stretch marks. Deep kisses there too.

“You know.. I love these parts of you too.” He whispered against your skin, as his lips went to your belly button. A soft kiss that he implanted on your stomach, traveled up your abdomen. And with his look he had in his eyes, it said all he needed to say.

His hand that laid on your thigh went higher to your shorts, softly pulling it down so he can see your cellulite.

“I wish you knew how damn fine you are, to the point these babies don’t even matter.” He caressed your inner thigh as he lifted his head to meet your gaze.