Oh This Hurts

oh this hurts

day 9283 of waiting for a drabble of reader dying and satoru is trying to bake treats that they used to make and breaking down when he just can't get it right i've been craving satoru angst sm

— angst (no comfort <3 ), character death (reader), satoru x reader (established rs), kinda proofread

satoru’s bottom lip trembles as he stares at the half-eaten cookie in his hand. too fucking salty, he thinks. first it was too much baking powder, then too much flour. somehow he burned the bottoms but not the top. now they’re too bitter. he has to spit it out in the trash and satoru glances at the salt and sugar right next to each other amongst the mess he’s made on the counter.

he slams the cookie down, spraying out crumbs to scatter onto the floor, and satoru heaves a large sigh as he leans against the wall. baking is hard, he’s never been a good cook. that was your expertise. he loved to come home to new pastries and desserts you were excited to show him, shoving brownies and cookies and tarts between his lips as soon as he was settled after work.

to say he misses you is the understatement of the century. satoru damns the tragedy that took you away, because now he’s pathetic. he’s stuck sitting alone on the floor, chest stuttering and teeth sunk into his lip, holding back tears because it’s so fucking hard to just make a cookie how you used to make it.

the frustration finally boils over. satoru buries his face in his palms, leaned forward against his knees. the tears are endless, streaming down his cheeks. he feels inadequate and defeated. it’s been three months since he started trying to bake, and a year after your death. satoru regrets not doing a number of things before you passed, but one of them is not learning to bake with you. maybe if he spent less time sneaking chocolate chips from the bag and focusing on your measurements, how much of this or that that you used to sprinkle in, it wouldn’t be taking him god damn forever to learn how to bake chocolate chip cookies. not just from scratch, but exactly how you used to do it.

it’s all bullshit. it’s unfair. you didn’t deserve to be ripped away so soon. satoru didn’t deserve to have you taken from him so soon, in the blink of an eye. you were supposed to still be here, squeezed between his arms and helping him laugh away his mistakes. if you were here, it wouldn’t hurt so much that he couldn’t get these cookies perfect. in fact, it wouldn’t hurt at all, because you’d be thumping him on the head before he poured too much salt. you’d be here to wrestle the chocolate chips from him because ‘he’s using them all’. you’d be here to guide his hand and show him how to do things.

but you’re not here. the knowledge of your recipes has died with you. he sniffs and he whimpers and he cries, but you won’t be coming to tell him it’s alright. satoru can only sit and stare at the complete disarray of the kitchen. all with nothing to show for it.

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cutest funniest drabble i love it my heart is warming

Imagine being mad at Satoru, and you both are sitting in the back of the car as Ichiji drives. The atmosphere was tense, and Satoru kept trying to hold your hand the whole time.

"Stop it, Satoru."

He had your hand in his by this point. Your fingers getting intertwined in the process after he wrestles with your fist for a moment to get your fingers to open. It was obvious he wasn't letting you go with the amount of grip he had the moment he got your hand where he wanted, so you did the next best thing. You jutted your fingers out.

He glared at you then before grabbing your fingers with his free hand and pushing them back down so your fingers were interlocking with his own again. Then, in the side of the door, he pulled out some tape.

"Satoru-"

He ignored you as he placed the end of the tape on the back of his hand that was still holding onto yours, and before you could jerk away he started to rapidly cover your intertwined hands in tape.

"There," he said, "we may be fighting, but you're not letting go of my hand."

"You're so infuriating sometimes! What if I have to pee?!"

"We're peeing together then."

heavy on this

Gojo isnt actually dead he's just retiring early somewhere in this green earth

Help me until we get out of Gaza. The situation has become unbearable. Help me before it is too late

please help in any way you can

yikes…but also i love angst this is amazing ily

SOMETHING STUPID. gojo satoru

“i love you.”

he really needed you to understand what that meant but somehow the beam he got in result told him you were simply unaware of the true meaning of his words.

“awww i love you too goj—”

“no…” his voice turned deeper, the stern tone causing your brows to crease. “i fucking love you.”

all gojo got in response from you were multiple blinks while he felt the air between your bodies thicken. he tried to edge closer, a heavy ball dropping in his core as you stepped back.

“w-what are you talking about ?”

he despised the dumbness in your tone.

“what else do you think ?”

there was no way, but the mere glint in his eyes told you everything and it hit you like a brick; hands starting to shake as you dug your fingers in your side.

“you don’t mean it.”

how dare you ? gojo could only frown before clenching his jaw, lids screwing shut while he swallowed the big lump in his throat.

“o-of course i do.” his voice turning weak. “i just can’t let you go ahe—’’

“why the fuck are you doing this now ?” you shouted louder than expected; voice breaking as the image of the small flinch from gojo stayed imprinted on your mind — an image you were certain would stick in your brain and haunt you.

“y-you can’t… be serious.” you had to turn yourself away from him, eyes beginning to sting as your lips quivered. “i-it’s…” gulping down hard, “it’s my fucking wedding day !”

what was supposed to be a meaningful, memorable moment between you and your best friend before you walked down the aisle had turned into a devastating scene that you had never once contemplated.

“i…i know, but—’’ he sounded incredibly desperate; his hand reaching out to lightly touch you but the weight of his fingers on your shoulder suddenly seemed distasteful as you shrugged him off.

why were you treating him like this ?

“no gojo !”

it was frustratingly painful to face the sorrowful expression he had but deep down you both knew everything was ruined.

“you- you’ve- s-poiled it all…” your shaky words stung gojo as the realisation of everything began to sink in — tears becoming unstoppable and dripping down your face.

he hesitated but he couldn’t stand and watch, moving closer as you gave up from trying to stop him laying a hand on you and mind turning fuzzy as he embraced you.

the words that left that your mouth next were barely plausible but it seemed you were adamant on trying to make yourself believe it.

“i hate you.” it could hardly be heard but thinking about the situation more and more suddenly had you feeling a new rush of passion as you began to repeat it and get louder each time; shaping your hands into fists and thumping them against his chest.

gojo could only hold you tighter, letting his tears fall as he took all your hits.

“i’m sorry...” the small whisper forced your hands to slowly come to a halt, looking up at him with blurry vision and wincing as he carried on. “i-i’m sorry for loving you.”

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a love unrequited

tw: angst

summary: you’re desperately in love with gojou satoru, but you’ll never let him know, because you’ll always be his best friend.

a/n: smthn quick idk i’m sorry for my inactivity

a disease that ate away at you slowly, your remnants crumbling into what could only be deciphered as a smile

“this is keiko.” his bare face exposed to the unfamiliar girl before you, blindfold nowhere to be found. a state of himself he only let those dear to his heart see. a state of himself that he let her see.

you watch as your best friend gently grasps the woman before him as if she were the sun — his eyes admiring her every movement.

oh, how you wish it was you with gojo satoru wrapped around your finger.

how you prayed to the deities above that some day, maybe, possibly, you had a chance to show satoru what true, real, burning love from you was like.

but alas, you couldn’t dare to step out of the boundary he so clearly marked for you: the best friend. you couldn’t destroy his happiness, his wishes, his dreams.

you could only fantasise a future of being mrs. gojo. nothing more.

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