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I'LL MAKE IT UP ･ﾟ: ⭐️

synopsis: in which, teen! satoru is always getting you kicked out of places and tries to make it up to you, which ends in you two getting kicked out again.

warnings: none

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satoru was annoying, way too annoying

you’re at the cinema right now with suguru and satoru, you didn’t plan on bringing them with you, but when you held up three tickets to utahime and shoko to go to the movies with you, the next thing you knew, there was a long arm around your shoulder dragging you away from the two girls before they could even answer.

here you were now, in the middle of the hallway of the cinema glaring at satoru with your arms crossed who could not keep his mouth shut during the movie which resulted in you three being kicked out. oh but did he care? no! he had the attention of 5 different girls asking for his number and fawning over him so why would he?

suguru chuckles dragging satoru away from the girls as you follow behind

“you got us kicked out!” you say trying to sound annoyed. “that was such a waste of my money— you’re paying me back satoru”

“what!” he raises his hands in defence, his shades sliding down his nose slightly “it was not my fault the heroine was going to—”

“shut up” you say which causes satoru to pout

“i mean, at least we watched the first 15 minutes, it wasn’t that bad” suguru says trying to lighten the mood but instead laughs at your stern face and satoru’s stupidity

you simply roll your eyes at the two and walk away to the cashier to buy snacks for yourself, and yourself only. because somehow everytime you go out with these two, satoru forgets his wallet, and suguru’s wallet just happened to be at satoru’s dorm, and the moment satoru’s eyes lay on the packet of cookie dough candy in your hands, he’s dashing up to you

“pretty please buy me one? i’ll pay you back” he says pouting and sliding his shades down his nose to show you his “puppy” eyes which causes you to scoff, and in the end you did end up buying him a packet.

you three head back to suguru’s car, you rush to the passenger seat before satoru could, sticking your tongue out at him as he gets in the back “tiz’ what you get looser”

as suguru starts to drive, you fumble with the buttons on his dashboard trying to put on some music which causes suguru to side eye you

“it’s the button on the top right corner” he says trying to hide his smile and keeping his eyes on the road

once you turn the music on, you try to shut it off straight away, ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You' by Mariah Carey was blasting in full volume

satoru snickered at the irony of the song playing with the month being September at the moment.

few minutes pass by in silent, until satoru peaks his head through the space between your and suguru’s seats

“you still mad-”

“yes.”

“c’mon i’m sorry i’ll pay you back” he says pouting

you turn your head away from him looking out the window “that will be 70$ plus the candy so 75$ because i’m adding interest

suguru tries to stifle a laugh which has you saying “you too, you owe me as well” and he purses his mouth shut straight away

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satoru tries to make it up to you, by bringing you to the amusement park

you two were playing an arcade game, shooting the plastic animals with waterguns till one falls over and you win a prize

sounds easy right? not if satoru is around

he looses several times, and in the end he ends up throwing his water gun at the stack causing the shelves to fall along with everything on it

and there you two were once again, standing outside the gates of the amusement park

“you have to hear me out-”

“don’t even think about it satoru” you say turning away from him, hair a little damp from the waterguns

“okay i’m sorry i’ll make it up to you-”

“no! you do this every time”

“what if-”

“no”

satoru frowns knowing this was probably your last straw, so he walks up to you standing infront of you and looking down at your sulking face

“i’ll kiss you if you don’t let me make it up to you”

your face scrunched up into disgust as you snap your head at him and take a step back “no- dont even think about it ew”

“then let me bring you to that favourite place you like to eat at”

“you got me kicked out last time because you-”

“i wont! i promise!”

and yet, you two were standing on the street covered in tomato sauce and noodles dripping down from your hair.

he’ll make it up to you properly, someday

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Currently thinking about how much Yuuji would hate surprise parties.

Well, okay, he doesn’t actually hate them. He’s just a little salty, for lack of a better term, that he’s never been afforded the luxury of having one. Because throughout his twenty-some-odd years of life on this Earth, he’d never really had anyone in his life long enough to have one.

Not his parents, not his grandfather, and he'd never really had any friends. No close ones at least. None that would try to comb through his Instagram account to gather up all the people from his other friend groups just so no one would be missed. None that would take the time to trick him into telling them his favorite cake flavor, or lie to make him think they couldn't make it only to be there front and center on the day of.

No, Yuuji Itadori had never known love or friendship like that, and maybe it was just because he'd never known anything different, but he'd come to accept that over the years.

Well, until Megumi. Which of course led him to Satoru, which lead him to Jujutsu Tech which led him to Nobara, and Nanami, and his upperclassmen, and his sister school peers. And then one day, he met you.

So when you finally got the memo that a surprise party was something he did want, he just never thought he'd have, you put one together with the help of his friends.

And when the night comes, all of your scheming and secret planning are worth it. It's worth it when you cuddle him as he begins to cry tears of happiness when he sees all of his favorite people in one room, all there to celebrate him. It's worth it when you all get drunk enough to make even Nanami and Mai join in on the dancing. It's worth it when you drag yourselves to bed after (mostly) everyone leaves for the night, kissing under your covers as you struggle to keep your eyes open. Muttering "I love you," over and over against each other's lips.

It's worth it when you order lunch (because fuck waking up in time for breakfast) the next day for you both, and the stragglers that drank too much the night before to go home. You don't bitch about it when Nobara throws up in your favorite plant because she's hungover, or when Satoru passes out in the little house meant for your dog, again.

You just take it all in and assist Yuuji in filming and taking photos of the whole thing.

The memories built with him would last you both a lifetime, and you wanted to give him experiences worth remembering.

so yeah... my surprise party brainrot is still going lmao i originally started writing this as a gojo drabble, then made it nanami, and now... yuuji! woohoo || tags: @crystal-lilac @anime-central @cursedarchiveblog

firefighter!yuuji shows up late to nobara’s Halloween party. but since he just got off work, he doesn’t have time to change into a costume and just comes in his uniform. but not his full-on “runs into burning buildings carrying his weight in equipment” uniform. he comes in his daily uniform — a bright blue button-down tucked into unflattering, matching blue pants. the outfit looks more like a jumpsuit than anything else and it’s topped off with his baseball hat that proudly reads, “TOKYO FIRE DEPARTMENT.”

it’s your first time meeting him and you make a joke about whether the equipment was too expensive to rent out and he laughs and tells you he never could have gotten away with sneaking it out of the station undetected. he gives you his name with the widest smile and you give him yours.

you share drinks. you share laughs. and by the end of the night, you’ve also shared numbers. he unfortunately has to leave early, telling you that he’s covering a shift the next day, which makes you giggle because he’s still keeping the joke going.

the butterflies in your stomach are still fluttering throughout the next day. at least until you’re cooking dinner and the pan gets too hot and starts to smoke. you quickly take it off the fire and then off the stove but despite the situation being taken care of before an actual fire could start, it still sets off the smoke detector in your kitchen.

you panic and try to fan the smoke out of the kitchen as best you can. but when that doesn’t work, you open the door to your apartment hoping that will help the smoke disperse. what you haven’t accounted for is the smoke setting off the alarm in the hallway, which then sets them off throughout the rest of the building.

you can only bow repeatedly and apologetically to your landlady as she scolds you, surrounded by your neighbors who are forced to wait in the cold outside after having to evacuate. thankfully the screech of the fire truck’s siren drown her out as it appears along with Tokyo’s finest.

your landlady immediately begins to wave at them, grabbing their attention only so that she can point at you furiously. you feel like you might die of embarrassment on the spot and bury your head in your hands. the truck’s sirens cut out and your landlady starts to shout about the problem starting in your unit.

“I’m so sorry…” you mumble into your hands as you give another deep bow when you hear one of the firefighters approach and come to a stop. “I accidentally set off the alarm while cooking…”

“So, I should be the one to cook for you on our date.”

your head shoots up and your jaw drops when you see yuuji standing in front of you in his “runs into burning buildings carrying his weight in equipment” uniform, a good natured smile on his handsome face.

“I thought it was a costume!” you blurt out before quickly slapping your hands over your mouth as if that will shove the words back in.

yuuji throws his head back and laughs, the sound making you feel warm with something other than embarrassment. his eyes sparkle with mischief as he takes his helmet off, only to surprise you by placing it right on top of your head.

your hand unconsciously comes up to steady it, trying to keep its massive weight and size from sliding forward so that you can continue to look up at him with wide eyes.

“it’s a much cuter costume on you than on me,” he grins, and you’re overcome with the sudden urge to bury your face in your hands once again, if only so he doesn’t see how flustered he’s made you.

“pleeeease, shoko? as my best friend–”

“hold on,” shoko sputters, choking on her drink. “who said i was your best friend?”

“do you think i’d pay for lunch if you weren’t?”

the woman sets down her chopsticks, sending him an unimpressed look. “that’s what this is for? to bribe me into being your best friend so i can tell my actual best friend to go out with you?”

satoru leans forward in his seat, grinning from ear to ear. “i’m not asking you to tell anyone anything. i’m just saying, plant a few seeds here and there. maybe mention how devastated i was to get friend-zoned and that i’m way too hot to be strictly friendship material.”

“that’s way too unbelievable, coming from me. maybe you should ask nanami…”

“no, it has to be you. you think anyone would believe nanamin if he said i was a total smokeshow?” he asks, shaking his head.

“well, no one would believe him because it’s not true.”

“you’re being mean,” satoru pouts. “you’re supposed to be my best friend–”

“friendship isn’t how you’ll get me to do your bidding,” shoko interrupts. “i like whiskey.”

_____

“this is really good,” you hum in approval as you take another sip. it’s smooth, sweet, and strong. much better than any whiskey you and shoko have shared before. “how on earth did you afford this?”

“a friend bought a few bottles for me,” she waves off, settling herself into the opposite end of her couch. “so…how was your date on saturday? with that guy from the kyoto school?”

“it was okay. but i don’t think i’ll see him again,” you tell her honestly. “he just wasn’t…” 

“wasn’t gojo?” 

“what?” you ask. the idea that you didn’t enjoy your last date because he wasn’t gojo was downright ridiculous, but the quickened beat of your heart is trying to tell you otherwise. “why would you– you think i like gojo?” 

satoru gojo, whose second job seemed to be roping you into his nonsense back in your school days (and taking the fall when yaga eventually caught you). who showed off during missions and always yelled for you to watch (he has a small scar on his cheek from a failed infinity barrier projection). who now routinely showed up to your apartment uninvited to watch a film with you (and always left with a few rolls of your toilet paper).

“you don’t have to like him,” your best friend says, pulling you out of your thoughts. “you just have to sit on him.”

“ieiri!” you shout, horrified. “we’re friends. friends don’t sleep with friends.”

“what? i slept with him once - in a moment of complete weakness - and we’re still friends.”

“but now you no longer sleep with men,” you point out. 

she seems taken aback by that for a moment, but eventually shrugs it off. “true, but it’s different for you guys.”

“how?”

shoko fills the bottom of her glass with a heavy pour. “because he’s actually in love with you. he may be stupid and annoying, but maybe he does the things he does around you because he likes making you laugh, even if it’s at him.”

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satoru stumbles backwards into the wall, using his grip on your waist to pull you flush against him. you’d barged into his apartment, ignoring his questions and immediately pulling him in for a kiss.

“i thought–” he tries to get out between kisses. “–you didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

you draw back to look at him, smiling. “i have other friends.”

Yoyo! Any chance I can order some jjk boys getting baby fever? And the way they’d bring up the topic of having children with their s/o? Do they drop not so subtle hints or just outright say it? Thx bb ∩^ω^∩

𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

♡ pairing: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento x fem!reader (seperate) ♡ content: fluff ♡ warnings: suggestive implications ♡ authors note: here u are ! i probably wont make a version with the jjk boys simply because the content is a bit suggestive than id like >< i hope u enjoy this (ृ ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ृ )ु💌 thanks for stopping by ! these are a little longer than usual , hope that's ok !

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... thinks kids are little brats and ankle biters that spend the majority of their time purposefully trying to get on his last nerve with those cheeky smiles and grabby hands. that being said, gojo naturally loves kids. will he ever admit it? probably not. so when the two of you spend the day babysitting your baby nephew who's only recently beginning to walk, he admires the way you look with a chunky baby attached to your hip as you prepare lunch for the three of you in the kitchen. gojo has been a major help the entire afternoon with changing diapers and being at your every need, hint hint, he wants you to see how good of a father he would be. gojo stands at the kitchen counter with you, giving the baby a soft little poke in the cheek. your nephew is chubby, cheeks full of soft baby fat and eyes filled with wonder at the sight of gojo's brilliant, diamond eyes.

"i think he likes you," you hum, bouncing your nephew a few times as a chunky baby claw comes up and tugs at your hair without a care in the world. gojo chuckles, poking the baby's cheek again in response.

after the day ends with a successful babysitting job, the two of you collapse onto the sofa together as your nephew is finally taken off of your hands and gone home with his parents. gojo seems rather exhausted, laying his head on your chest with an exasperated sigh. despite a baby being exceptionally hard work, he can't help but find himself enjoying the little moments the three of you had together... in the back of his mind, he wonders what it would be like if you had your own child.

"babe, i want one." 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔... has told you all about his former job volunteering at a kindergarten during the summer a few years back (elaborated here), and you're more than aware your boyfriend loves being around children and is incredibly good with them. at first, he's definitely a bit scary, but the scary man has a heart of gold and soul of light itself. the two of you are in a grocery store when he feels a light tub on his oversized pants, looking down to see a little boy with teary eyes looking back up at both of you.

"hey, little guy," geto says, tone softening immediately as he assesses the situation and crouches down to the little boy's eye level, "where are your parents?"

the little boy mumbles, sniffling into his sleeves as geto smiles fondly at him. you're more than surprised when you see your boyfriend gently take the little boy's hand in his, eyes ever so soft.

"it's okay, you can stick with us for now, okay? we'll find your parents," geto smiles, and after wandering the store for a bit and asking a staff member for help, the boy is reunited with his mother at the cash register. the little boy giggles, waving goodbye to you and geto as he grabs his mom's hand and walks out of the store. he can't help but imagine what you would look like, holding the hand of his own child as the you go grocery shopping. could you imagine it? he definitely can.

"he was cute, wasn't he?" geto smiles, taking the basket from you as the both of you continue your shopping. 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎... waits in line with you at his favorite ice cream stand. the weather was particularly warm today and he decided to take you out for a little treat considering the heat. he was more surprised when you came down the stairs in that pretty sundress he likes, nanami is more than sure he's in heaven right now as the two of you order ice cream cones. beside you, there's a little girl not more than four years old who's grubby hands hold a leaky ice cream cone and chomp away at the sweet dessert with bright eyes. the little girl's dad smiles at you and nanami fondly after noticing his daughter glance up at you curiously. nanami can't help but feel the blood rush to his face at the sight of you so chipper around the child; you were always great with kids.

"say hi, lele," the dad says, and the lele waves at you and nanami with sticky little ice cream hands. a soft laugh escapes you as you wave back. the little girl's hair was done up in pigtails that bounced with every move. when they leave, you turn back to nanami with lovesick eyes.

he can't deny it's still on his mind even a few minutes later as the two of you enjoy your ice cream cones together on a park bench.

he suddenly asks, "how do you feel about children?"

"oh, kids? i love kids," you smile, taking another lick at your ice cream. nanami tilts his head. that wasn't the answer he expected.

"no, i meant having kids."

© YUNYMPHS 2023 do not repost/edit/copy my works.

birthmark 

satoru gojo x f!reader 

satoru’s suddenly more appreciative of scars 

content warning: MANGA SPOILERS, canon divergence bc im not gege and they all deserve to be happy, reader described as pregnant, giving birth/c-section, hospitals, pain (kinda), big brother megumi + tsumiki, lil corny family, 

an: happy fathers day to our fav dad :DDD reader is described as having dark hair in comparison to satoru but tbh every hair color is dark compared to white unless you have white hair them im sorry

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“Hi baby.” 

“What do you want, Satoru?” 

“I wasn’t talking to you.” 

You take your eyes off from the screen to find Satoru lying across the couch, his head very close to your stomach. His blindfold is hanging around his neck, his shiny, blue eyes staring right at the bump. 

“He doesn’t have ears yet.” 

“You don’t know that. We have father-daughter telepathy. She can hear me.” 

“If anyone was going to have telepathy with him, because he is most definitely a boy, it’s going to be me.” 

He rolls his eyes, lying his head against your stomach as he continues staring down - his eyes focused. You reach down, pressing your hand in his hair as you start carding through his white locks. 

“What were you like as a baby, Toru?” 

“Horrible. Came out super late, cried all the time, total sweet tooth.” 

“I asked about you as a baby. Not now.” 

He rolls his eyes, sitting up to ruffle your hair. You shrug him off before leaning your head against his shoulder, his hand placed directly on your stomach, which he does almost every time he’s near you. You can hear his stupid voice in your head. She has to know I’m here too, not just you mama. 

“Shut up. Stop bad mouthing me in front of our child. That’s not a healthy parenting model.” 

“You screamed my head off for throwing out your precious kikufuku in front of Megumi last week. Healthy parenting model, my ass.” 

“Well some things are just unforgivable, sweetheart. And he’s a big boy now.” 

He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head, before pressing his cheek against your hair. “What was my baby like as a baby?” 

“I came out super early. I think they had to stay in the hospital for a few days because I was too weak. But after that, I think it was okay.” 

He leans over, pressing himself harder into your frame as he squeezes. You place your hands in his hair again, running through as you wait for him to talk. He’s thinking - too hard. 

You understood that a baby, a real one - not grown up and super self sufficient like Tsumiki and Megumi were - was anxiety inducing. But ever since you had told him, Satoru was stressed out, more than usual. Shoulders always tensed up, freaking out over painting the room or assembling a crib, or picking a godfather. 

“Love?” 

“Yes, Satoru?” 

“Do you think…the baby will be scared of me?” 

“Because you’re the strongest? Of course, not. Megumi and Tsumiki always thought it was so cool when they were little, smacking their tiny little hands against it while laughing.” 

“No, no. Not because of that.” 

You push your palms against his cheeks, pulling his face out of the crook of your neck. He looks into your eyes, the look shy. His eyes waver down to his arms, littered in scars, before looking back up. And now you get it. He’s talking about his scars. 

They’ve faded over the years, from back when Megumi was still possessed by Sukuna. You remember when they were angry, red and fresh, when he came home, and nearly made your heart drop out of your chest. 

And when it was well and over, you had kissed them hundreds and hundreds of times over until Satoru knew, with full confidence, that you love him. And Megumi had apologized, millions of times before he understood that none of it was his fault. You love Satoru. Scars and all. And you love Megumi. Possession and all. 

“Satoru. You know that we all-” 

He shrugs you off, the look exasperated. 

“I know you guys love me. But I’m talking about the baby. There’s just so many of them and they’ve faded a good amount but-” 

You lean over and press your lips to his, kissing him softly before you let go. You can feel him deflate at the sensation, giving you the smallest of smiles when you pull apart. 

“You guys have father-daughter telepathy. She could never be scared of you.” 

You see the smile spread across his face as he rolls his eyes at you, shaking you at the shoulders. 

“So you agree? She’s a girl.” 

“No. He is most definitely a boy. But I’ll let you have it for tonight.” 

“You’re so generous.” 

“I know Satoru, it’s one of the best things about me.” 

You feel him cup his hands around your face as he presses a light kiss to your nose. 

“Yes. It is.” 

“I was being sarcastic.” 

“I know that, love. But I wasn’t.” 

- 

Unlike Satoru and much more like you, your baby is born early. What you thought was a routine ultrasound turned into an emergency c-section and your little baby coming a little earlier than you had planned. 

That was hours ago. Satoru has been watching you, your chest heaving up and down as you sleep, since they moved to this room. Your daughter, because Satoru was right, was down the hall in the NICU, in a tiny little plastic incubator. With Megumi and Tsumiki. 

This day had already been too hard for Satoru. And it wasn’t even over yet. Watching you get pushed onto a table, your baby coming out and not crying, finding out it was a girl but you weren’t even conscious enough for him to stick it to you, having to pick who to spend his time with. 

He picked you. Because Megumi promised that he’d watch her there, make sure she wasn’t alone. He knows how much it meant to the two of you to get to meet her together so he’ll wait. I mean, that is his little sister and all, he doesn’t mind watching her. After Satoru agreed, he couldn’t help but smile at Megumi, literally sprinting down the hall to meet her where Tsumiki was waiting. 

He watches you shuffle in your sleep, your eyes fluttering open. He nearly knocks the table as he stands up, placing his hands on your arms as you wake up. 

“Satoru.”

“Love, oh my god, I was waiting for you. To wake up, I mean. Are-are you okay? Does anything hurt? Do you want me to get anything?” 

He watches your eyes pinch shut as you raise your hand, clamping it right across his mouth. Your little raspy voice breaks out and he can feel the tears streaming down his eyes at the sound of it. 

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” 

He can’t help but laugh, the tears still streaming down. God, he loves you. Bedridden and still giving him fucking attitude. You’re okay and sassing him around and he loves you. 

He watches the smile spread across your face as you keep your hand there, now wiping his tears off. You look around the room, the crib still neatly made. 

“Wait, where’s-” 

“Down the hall. Megumi’s there with her.” 

“Her? It’s a girl?” 

You can feel the pride bustling in your chest, the tears now filling in your eyes. She’s a girl. Your tiny little baby that you were carrying for the past months was a girl. You can buy her little dresses and teach Satoru how to braid her hair and-

“Told you so.” 

“Shut the fuck up. I know you’re not sticking it to me while I’m literally in a hospital bed. Need I remind you, that you did this to me.” 

“How did I do this to you?” 

“You knocked me up!” 

You both laugh as Satoru helps you up into the wheelchair, pushing you both down the hallway to where she was. 

“You see her yet? Is she cute?”

“No, it’s only been a few hours. I wanted to see her together.” 

He swings the door open, pushing you to the front into the room. You can see Megumi seated right next to the little box, his hand inside with Tsumiki watching from the other side, her eyes focused on the crib. 

But you don’t take notice of your baby first. What you notice first is the shirts Megumi and Tsumiki are wearing, matching pink that say “big brother” and “big sister.” 

“Satoru. Don’t tell me you guilt tripped them into wearing the shirts.” 

They both run over at the sound of your voice, pressing you into a hug. You reach forward, resting both of your hands in their hair as they help you up, holding you steady in the air and running their eyes over you to make sure you’re okay. 

Satoru had bought the five of you matching shirts to wear when the baby was going to be discharged. And they were corny as fuck. With dad, mom, big sister, big brother, and baby written on them. Megumi said he was going to burn his in a fire. You and Tsumiki hid yours somewhere in the basement, pretending you lost them. Satoru found them in five minutes. But here they are, wearing them. 

“You don’t have to wear those. I’m sure he pulled the whole, my wife is dying, my baby is sick but-” 

“I didn’t ask them to wear those. At least not today.” 

You look over to find Satoru smirking, worst than he ever as before, at Megumi especially, as he starts ruffling his hair, cooing over how cute he was. 

“Just, shut up about it. I thought it would make your depressed ass laugh.” 

“Toru, quit bugging him.” 

You press a kiss to Megumi’s cheek before Satoru crushes him in a hug. He’s always been your sweet boy. 

You and Satoru slowly shuffle over to the little box, sticking your hands in to hold hers. Her eyes are pinched shut, a tuft of dark hair at the top of her head. You can feel the tears rising in your eyes, quickly glancing over to see Satoru crying too. Megumi and Tsumiki are on the other side, directly across, sweet smiles pressed on their faces.   

“Dark hair, Toru.” 

“Just like her mom.” 

You both can’t help but stare at her, rustling around in the little crib. But what catches your eye is the dark patch of red on her left eye, instinctively reaching over to touch it. 

“Megumi. What happened?” 

“We think it might be a scar or something. The doctors said she’s okay though, it doesn’t hurt her or anything.” 

You immediately crane her head over to Satoru, whose switched spots with you and is now softly pressing his fingers over the skin. You lean over, whispering in his ear as you both watch her. 

“Think she looks scary with her scar, Satoru?” 

“What the hell are you talking about? She’s perfect.” 

“You guys match. A scar for her and a scar for you.” 

He looks over and you watch the realization spread across his face as he understands what you’re getting at. He gives you a sweet look before pressing one the softest kisses to the top of your hair. He’s crying even harder now, his entire frame shaking. Fucking sap. 

She curls her hands into Satoru’s, squeezing his pinkie finger. 

“What the hell, Toru? She didn’t do that for me.” 

“It’s father-daughter telepathy, love. You wouldn’t get it.”