Satoru Gojo

"I love you so much."

He whispered in a loving tone as his fingertips grazed your cheek, careful not to disturb your beauty sleep. The soft glow of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm light upon the room and illuminating every feature of your delicate features. In that moment, everything about you seemed perfect—a flawless masterpiece that an artist took his time on, carefully creating every detail with care and devotion.

While he gazed at your features, his mind wandered through a labyrinth of thoughts and emotions. How could anyone hold a single taste of distaste for someone this beautiful? To him, you were the light in his life, the lifeline he held onto desperately. To him, you were pure, a beacon of kindness and love that hid all the darkness in the whole world.

He found himself lost by your beauty, enveloped in the serene melody of the wind whispering through the trees outside and the graceful songs of the birds outside, a symphony that seemed to captivate all who listened.

As he traced delicate shapes on your soft cheek, his gaze lingered, lost in the depths of his affection and love for you. How could he ever express the love and admiration for you that swelled in his rather big heart? How could words do justice to the depth of his devotion and loyalty?

He could wait for years, eons, even just for you to wake up with no complaints. As long as he could see you and know that you were with him, he was fine. But when you finally did open your eyes, he watched your eyes flutter open with a wide smile. When you groggily said good morning, he chuckled and started to smother your sweet face in his loving yet obnoxious kisses.

As you slowly stirred from your peaceful slumber, he couldn't help but marvel at the adorable way you rubbed your eyes and stretched, like a cat basking in the morning sun. However, getting you out of bed was a different story altogether. He'd playfully nudge you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and even resort to tickling you gently, all in a bid to lure you into the waking world. Sometimes, it felt like a comedic routine as you groaned and protested, clinging to the warmth of the covers. Yet, each morning, his determination to start the day together mirrored his unwavering love for you.

When he finally got you up and out of bed, you two started your daily ritual of showering and dressing together. He found solace in the simple act of preparing for the day alongside you. Whether it was sharing the mirror as you both brushed your teeth or stealing playful and teasing glances as you picked your outfit for the day, these mundane moments held profound significance.

Breakfast became a sacred time, a chance to refresh not only your bodies but also your connection. With each bite shared across the table, conversations flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and loving glances. He savored the way your eyes sparkled with every word you shared, your laughter filling the room like a graceful melody written by a world-famous star. In those stolen moments, amidst the clatter of cutlery and the smell of freshly brewed coffee, he found himself falling in love with you all over again.

He hated the fact you had a mission today since he had none today. Despite the bittersweet pang of separation, he admired your dedication to your job and your unwavering resolve to make a difference in the world. As you gathered your belongings and prepared to embark on yet another mission, he enveloped you in a tight embrace, silently promising to be your steadfast support from afar. Though the distance may test the strength of your bond, he knew that your love was resilient, capable of withstanding any challenge thrown your way.

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He was sitting on the couch in your guys cozy living room, snacking on some of your homemade cookies, but his eyes went to his phone as it started to ring loudly, and he let out a loud groan before reaching over and picking up the phone as he looked over to the picture of you sitting on the small table that sat beside the table and smiled before his attention went back to the phone. He put the phone near his ear as he answered the phone, and the first thing he heard was a woman's voice asking if he was Satoru Gojo. He confirmed with a raised eyebrow and as soon as her heard the woman saying his wife, {{User}} Gojo, was in the hospital, he quickly got up and got ready as fast as he could

He waited outside as his leg bounced up and down anxiously and rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at the door. That was the one thing that was holding him back from seeing you and making sure you were okay. He felt so guilty; if he had just tried to keep you home and maybe taken the mission himself, you wouldn't be in this hospital. He could barely hold in his anxiety as he couldn't take his eyes off the door.

Once the doctors finally let him in, he rushed to your side, as you had bandages on your arms, legs, and more that he couldn't see. He gently interwines your fingers with his as if you were a porcelain doll. His other hand cupped the back of your hand, and he placed kisses on your fingers as he trembled, glad that you were at least not dead. You were asleep, and he knew he shouldn't make you up; you deserved lots of rest.

"Everything's gonna be okay, sweets.."

He brought his phone out as he kept your fingers intertwined with his, not wanting to let go of your delicate hand. He went to his photos and scrolled through the album that he made with the photos and videos that you or he took with his phone. He found a video of him and you gigging as you held his face, which was covered in kiss stains as your red lipstick was slightly smudged. In the video, the two of you stared at each other with such devotion that it could beat anyone else's relationship. He watched the video over and over again, listening to your soft giggles with a smitten expression. He squeezed your hand gently as his heart swelled with a soft smile on his face.