Okay...can I Js Crash Out

★ Where's my "I love you"?

Synopsis : Satoru is out of sorts for the rest of the day when you don't return his morning I love you.

Satoru crosses his arms, slumps his shoulders and curls his lips into a childish pout.

You have no idea why he's stalking you so closely today. When you peck him, he pouts his lips out to encourage you to kiss him again — but you scurry away on your teacherly duties.

He's been acting strange since this morning. And by "strange" I mean like a sassy drama queen.

When you and him had woken up this morning, he had rasped a half-asleep I love you into your pillow — which he always hogged. Sleeping with Satoru is awful in the summer but good in the winter — he glues himself to your body and clings to you, no matter if he's overheating or feeling your cold toes poke between his legs. He needs that closeness from you, and only you. Funny, considering that to everyone else, Gojo Satoru is untouchable.

Not only does he need your touch, but he needs to hear you say I love you in the mornings every day. If he doesn't hear his morning I love you, then he's all out of sorts for the rest of the day.

Satoru doesn't usually play games like this, but when it comes to reciprocating an I love you, he can't bring himself to verbalize his need. No, he can't just pull the "Say it back" on you. He has to linger in your footsteps like a ghost, trot after you from class to class like a puppy until even his students think he's acting funny.

When you kiss him again at the end of the day, he acts like a diva and gives you a sassy look.

"What is it?" you ask.

He sticks his nose up into the air and faces away from you.

This act continues, and it confuses you. He's not being serious, but you can't understand the joke until the next day, when you roll onto your side and wake up.

The usual wakeful exchange happens.

Good morning. How'd you sleep? You kicked me in my sleep. I had a dream about saving the world.

And then a few minutes are spent murmuring reminders of chores that the two of you have to complete today.

He flirts like he's a teenager. He aggressively tickles you. He rolls around in bed with you. Hearing your laugh makes something in his mind click. He looks down at you with eyes full of love.

Then comes the I love you. It rolls off his tongue.

You hum happily in response.

"Hey, where's my I love you too?" he frowns.

You chuckle at him, apologizing.

"... I love you too."

He hums happily and gives you a long, deep kiss, pulling back slowly and blinking open his puffy eyes.

"... good." he sasses, feeling giddy and ready to start the day.

© arminsumi

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⏳ ,, Fluff & angst , one-shot , chatfic

. 🕰 ; Two people, one love, and everything in between.

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. [📜] this is a chatfic posted on my tiktok and consider this as an apology since I have been procrastinating and busy with my school life... I promise to finish the requests given to me! i've been focused lately on our upcoming grand ball and it's definitely exhausting hence why I cant finish the requests. Huhuhu, anyway, have fun reading it.

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise.

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