Carrying The Weight Of The World On His Shoulders On Just 3 Hrs Of Sleep . Also Love How Slacking Off

carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders on just 3 hrs of sleep …. also love how slacking off is part of his schedule lmfao

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader, fluff, no curse AU, drabble. Divider credits - @saradika-graphics

Satoru is clingy.

It's almost impossible for you to go anywhere without your arctic haired, sky blue eyed boyfriend following you around like a lost puppy. You need to go to the salon? Satoru is more than eager to accompany you (even when you didn't ask him for it). A trip to the convenience store? Satoru is already draping his jacket, another in hand as he waits for you at the doorway.

Nothing changes when you're home either. He will be by your side doing the dishes while you arrange the kitchen cabinets upto your standard. And when you just happen to be a night owl — staying up late to binge your favourite web series, you'll find him by your side on the couch. Arms looped around your waist, his cheek pressed on your chest as he tried and fails hard to keep his eyes open and focus on the series as you. (He has dozed off on you and you find it when his soft snores reverberate over the character dialogues).

While awake Satoru is clingy, half asleep Satoru is clingy on another level.

Your phone vibrates, indicating it's time to wake up and get ready for work. You extend your hand, twisting your body to reach the device and instinctively, Satoru tightens his hold on your waist.

"Dmon't gwo," His rasped morning voice reaches your ears, he nuzzles his nose on the crook of your neck – breathing in your scent.

A breathy sigh escapes your lips before you crane your neck towards him, "Baby..." You call. "I have work."

One of his eyelids flutters open, a corner of his lip curls down into a frown- which seems rather... cute?

"Five more minutes," He murmurs against your skin, no will to let go of you anytime soon.

It incites an amused chuckle from you—it's the same routine always.

"I'll be late," You remark softly, trailing your fingertips over his skin which evokes a relived sigh from him. "...again. They will fire me."

Satoru hums probably to give you the impression that he understands; He doesn't. "Then?"

"I'll end up homeless."

A smile curves into his mouth and he is pulling you closer to him (if that's even possible). He kisses the skin of your cheek, "Let's be homeless together, baby."

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whenever you had a nightmare, gojo would always be there to comfort you.

you hated them with a fiery passion, how you’d abruptly wake up from sleep with pure confusion and fear. violently shaking, on the brink of tears with feeling your heart steadily beating out of your chest. it hurt, it always hurt. but no one knew how to deal with them except for gojo.

“heyy, hey. relax, angel,” a soft voice would bring you back to reality, instantly calming you down. his words were always so soothing to hear. “it’s just another dream. you’re okay, we’re okay,” and two strong arms pull you close. his balmy warmth was always your favorite to feel against your skin. gojo still hears the shakiness of your shallow breath as you tremble within his tight secure grasp. your head buries into the center of his chest before he gradually starts to rock you back and forth. “just breathe.”

you were still quite tired, your eyes were struggling a bit to keep themselves open, growing hooded and drooping low. as you start to relax from his pacifying rocking, you let off a elongated sigh that’s been waiting to release from your lungs. “i- it was just a dream?” you murmur, a cracking tremor underneath your sweet tone, a brow quirking into a furrow.

“yes. but you’re okay. i’m here. ‘toru’s here,” he kisses the top of your forehead with that same cheeky smile you’ve grown to fall in love with. you look up with glossy eyes as you’re trapped in his embrace, crystalline cerulean irises shining so bright in the dark that they could be mistaken as green. gojo cups your cheek for a moment, a rotund thumb tenderly stroking against your warm temple. “it’s always just a dream, baby.”

until it wasn’t.

you could stay like this forever.

just happily being entrapped in your lover’s arms. gojo always knew the right things to say to calm you down, to ease you. you were his person and he was yours. all it really took was a few silent minutes of him rocking you back and forth and your eyes would soon gradually close. he’d watch you go back to sleep, brushing a few tresses of hair away from your eyes. as he’d watch you succumb back into your long awaited slumber, gojo would shower a few chaste kisses near your forehead, letting the final words you’d hear was how much he loves you.

but your nightmares progressed as the nights went by.

and this time—your nightmare felt a bit too real.

like usual, whenever you woke up your body would feel between a mixture of cold and hot. a frigid sweat runs down the nape of your neck as you jump up, hearing your frantic heart beats pump straight through your ears. it’s loud, a blaring loud sound that you couldn’t seem to stop. your room was dark, pitch black from your lamp being turned off. as you’re panting, heaving for your breaths to slow down, you’re waiting for those words to come.

“it’s okay, it’s just another nightmare.”

“just breathe, you’re okay. we’re okay.”

you’re waiting for those same words from gojo, you’re waiting for his arms to wrap around you, his soft plump lips kissing against your forehead.

but those minuscule details never came.

you sit up, feeling around your bed with a clammy palm — reaching around near his side of the bed.

to your shock, it’s surprisingly cold. almost as if no one was even sleeping there. within an instant, confusion shoots through your brain.

he was always here,

he promised he’d always be here.

but now he’s not.

“s- satoru?” your voice calls out, though it’s practically already broken. the surreal nightmare you just endured still had you quite shake up. perhaps you were in a dream within a dream. yeah, that had to be it. perhaps.

alas though—that wasn’t the case at all.

you take a long pause once your call of his name was met with gut-wrenching silence. it’s a hurtful pause that makes you bite the inside of your cheek in dread.

you didn’t want to come to reality, you didn’t wanna realize that perhaps just maybe this wasn’t even dream at all.

the harsh reality that you were so scared of facing was real, and the real nightmare was that gojo satoru, your lover, was long gone.

he said he’d win his last battle but he didn’t.

the real nightmare was that gojo satoru — the strongest, was gone and you were all alone. .

Already saw a couple people on Twitter freaking out over the sugar baby allegations, and what it means for Stsg and I just...

1- It's not even canon, it's just a what-if.

2- What would it mean for Stsg? lol People act like Satoru has no life or personality or any characteristics aside from Stsg. I don't get it.

what it means for stsg????? 💀 how does this have anything to do with ANY ship at all ???? ppl never cease to amaze me lmfaooo once again, i think this is just an unserious answer bc even gege can’t picture gojo as something else other than what he is, a sorcerer. and once again, i firmly believe and i can bet my life on it that if asked gojo himself would give the same answer 1) to troll everyone and 2) bc he just doesn’t know, has never thought about a different path for himself, that’s his calling and etc etc and he doesn’t regret it at all

good morning gojo nation, we have so much tea about our beloved blue eyed princess