Satoru Gojo | Burning love

Satoru was a busy man. Heck he only spent 4 hours sleeping.

Well that was before, before the defeat of Sukuna by his hands, then his students successively, then by his hands for a v2 featuring Yuta trying to find the controls in his body for a hollow purple, then by his trio of first years.

So here he was now, having a whopping 8 hours of sleep, actually enjoying life because the amount of curses had dwindled down, preparing some ramen. But damn was kinda long, so he went to sit on the couch to watch Digimon.

just 5 minutes

Long story short, 40 minutes later his unfocused ass finally realizes that his penthouse is enveloped in a thick black cloud of smoke.

"OH SHIT !" Rushing to the pot on fire, he then scratched his head.

"My fucking ramen...this...if I were Megumi" Satoru could imagine his adopted son looking determined to end it all up and summon Mahoraga to make up for the embarrassment, nodding sagely to himself, he connected his middle finger and thumb, aiming them at the stove.

"Hollow pur-"

BAM

"HELLO ? IT'S THE FIREFIGHTERS! A FIRE HAS BEEN SIGNALED BY YOUR NEIGHBORS" A strong but reassuring voice broke through the moment of madness Satoru was about to commit, a figure rushed inside, and suddenly the world turned white.

Well he just got sprayed with fire extinguisher fluid.

30 minutes later, Satoru couldn't help but pout, he was being admonished like a baby by the firefighter, the figure looked ready to grab his ear and tug on it until Satoru's unblemished skin turned lobster red. He was sat in his own living room as the still helmet wearing firefighter paced around. "...And you were there, watching Digimon ? A kid's show , While your kitchen was burning up ?" The person huffed and looked around the penthouse "This is too nice of a house for a reckless man like you". Finally taking their helmet off, Satoru could feel his cheeks flush.

"Oh fuck scold me more, as a matter of fact I got at least 20 other things I've done which are fire hazardous and require you to tell me off even more" For Satoru was gazing at the most perfect human he had ever had the chance to see, and mind you he had a mirror so he saw perfection every day, they looked so cute, like an angry hen. Their safety advice was now even less listened to as Satoru was already planning their wedding in his head, feeling gleeful at the reaction of Yuji, Nobara and Megumi when he presented them with their new pare- Satoru's new spouse.

"Hey are you listening sir !" The newest addition to the Gojo family grumbled, angry at Satoru's dopey face.

"Forever I will shortcake" "SHORT-your mama's the shortcake !" They looked even angrier, tapping their foot rapidly like an annoyed bunny. "And my name is {{user}}, Captain of the 99 unit of Tokyo firefighting force." They crossed their arms, the bulky uniform unfortunately hiding away the body he wanted to get acquainted with.

Soon. The tailored clothes I'll make them will fit them like a glove, a glove I'll take off every night to eat them up

"Okay sweetcake, your name is {{user}}, got it" Now standing, his towering figure approaches {{user}}. "How about I invite you to dinner ? Just you and I? After all, you saved my dear life" He batted his long eyelashes at them.

"What dinner ? That shit is burned. And cup ramen won't cut it for me, unless I want to faint on the job" Their sharp retort made them sigh, and their snark disappeared. "Sorry, but no thanks sir, I'm on duty, I spent way more time here than I should have but it's really important to have prevention talks. Please be careful okay ? Your lack of attention could be a danger to yourself or your neighbors. Don't make me come back here to pick up your remains after the soot is down and cold." Their words were cruel but Satoru, who was used to death at every corner, could recognize the look in their eyes. Haunted.

"They probably had to do it countless times"

Getting serious, he held his hand out for them. "Thanks Captain, I won't ever let myself be distracted like that. And call me Satoru" As {{user}} shakes his hand, he sees a small, relieved smile on their face, making him swoon internally. "That's good to know Satoru"

A week later Satoru had stalked them quite a lot, even getting the "help" of his loyal students to go sneak around the firefighter's precint.

{{user}} was well-liked, if not considered a bit dry and sarcastic by their subordinates and really serious and straight-laced by their superiors. Digging a bit deeper, he learned where the serious talk he got came from.

Their whole family had died in a fire while they were a teenager. {{user}} was making themselves and their little brother a midnight snack, but got distracted watching TV, and the whole family died that night.

Except {{user}}.

Well that explains their anger at him, more like the guilt.

{{user}} had climbed through the ranks, and now at 27, they were a Captain which showed how much of an unit they were.

Their skill was displayed quite explicitly to him mere weeks later, this time in a real incident.

One of Satoru's downstairs neighbors had fallen asleep while smoking and pretty much the whole apartment was in flames, the fire was right below Satoru's floor, the penultimate floor of the building, which meant that Satoru was pretty much the only person at risk.

Yawning, he was waiting for his episode to end, the smoke seeping through the door gap not bothering him, he raised the volume of the TV. Until he heard his door get axed...again.

The ordeal was boring and Satoru was about the frown when he heard a loud, frantic call.

"SATORU ARE YOU OKAY ? It's {{user}} from the precinct, please make noise to help localize you !" {{user}} sounded almost scared, now that he looked around, Satoru could actually distinguish the flames licking up his outside window, he knew that he should be looking scared and a bit harmed otherwise it'd be hard to explain. Dropping his infinity, he rapidly inhaled smoke and threw himself to the ground, then decided to pull the couch on him to make him seem more pathetic. He croaked out.

"{{user}}....over there...cough cough" The hurried footsteps reached his position.

"Satoru! I'm here, it's okay, I'll get you out" {{user}} looked at the couch, then suddenly the furniture was rammed aside by {{user}}, shocking Satoru, he immediately got an oxygen mask put on his face.

Sweetcake is packing damn ! And right after, the same arms grabbed him in a fireman carry, dragging him out. Satoru felt quite elated and a bit guilty, he wasn't easy to log around and they were doing it selflessly, trying to "save" his life.

But fuck it felt good.

"You'll be okay Satoru" They whispered, trying to reassure him as they started climbing down the stairs.

He closed his eyes and a small genuine smile grazed his lips.

"I'll be okay, with you I know I will"

After that Satoru made a plan. He managed to signal a fire in his apartment, at a time he knew, thanks to his stalk- recon work, that {{user}} would be the closest. As he felt {{user}}'s presence right outside of his penthouse, he opened the door. {{user}} looked confused as there was no smoke or heat.

"Hey captain, how about you took care of the fire down there ? It weirdly sets off when you come around" Satoru gestured toward his crotch, hinting at a whole other kind of heat, wiggling his eyebrows at the unimpressed firefighter.