View Of Paradise (Satoru Gojo X Reader) PART SIXTEEN
View of Paradise (Satoru Gojo x Reader) PART SIXTEEN
[𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝙊𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝘼𝙐]
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗼𝗸 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝟭) 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 [𝘆𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗵] 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘀 [𝘆𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀] 𝟮) 𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 [𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝘁𝘄 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲] 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘄-𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗲 𝟯) 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗵. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗺 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲!! 𝘆𝗮𝘆𝗮𝘆!!!!!
𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 || 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 || 𝘀𝗶𝘅 || 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 || 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 || 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝗲𝗻 || 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 || 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 || 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗳𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲…
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
As you walked through the factory’s entrance hall with the other winners, the children, and Mr. Gojo, you found the inside surprisingly toasty for such a dreary-looking factory.
The fact almost escaped you as you watched the two little girls struggle amongst themselves once more to get through the factory entrance doors first in a mad dash, once again displaying a highly competitive nature. And the tense, sharp words shared between the two men chaperoning them were also a bit distracting in their own right. But Mr. Gojo swiftly put an end to all of that as he ushered the entire group inside with an impatient tap, tap, tap of his cane against the ground and a reminder of just how “late” everyone was.
Now, everyone is following behind a silent Mr. Gojo as he walks through the halls- head held high and gaze forward. At the same time, you fell in line with your younger brother, who decided to take refuge towards the back with you as everyone else surged forward. While the factory entrance hall was grand in size, it was mostly bleak and empty. Tall, gray walls with small windows dotted randomly across the space and the single red carpet runner that stretched out very, very far. You’ve never been in a factory before, so it’s obvious you can’t say much about what is or isn’t supposed to be there. But as a guest, you can’t help but be surprised about just how…meager it looks. The outside wasn’t flattering at all for a candy factory, sure. And you didn’t think it fit the personality that you had picked up from Mr. Gojo in your short time together. But the inside was empty and lonely and cold. Well, it only seemed cold. Because in actuality the factory really was surprisingly toasty for such a bleak and unforgiving area.
And you weren’t the only one to notice that.
“Any chance you could cool things down in here, Gojo?” The pig-tailed girl’s father, Mr. Atsuya Kusakabe speaks up gruffly within the uneasy silence that surrounded the group. Beside him, his daughter Momo shakes her head in agreement, looking less than impressed. “Some of us are from areas where the weather is normal.”
Naturally, you’re inclined to agree with their words. You’re not one to complain too much, especially when you know something is objectively better than what you face at home, but it is getting to be a bit stuffy in here. So much so that everyone (except for Mr. Gojo, oddly enough) who had brought coats decided to shed them almost immediately after stepping inside. And you were starting to regret your choice of attire for this event. Your mother’s sweater dress was the nicest thing you could grab from her closet without going overboard and you had an easier time taking care of your tights compared to your pantyhose. But right now, those two things only served to get make you a bit hotter under the collar than you can handle.
And of course, the way Mr. Gojo would look at you whenever he glanced back in the direction of you and your brother didn’t exactly help, either.
“I would, but…” Mr. Gojo starts to respond, a smile teasing on his face. He stops momentarily, to look through the crowd. Though once again, you can’t help but notice how his gaze stops on you once more. His smile grows wider. You swallow nervously, trying to fight off the feeling of butterflies that stupidly started to invade your stomach. You can’t tell if he’s genuinely flirting with you or if you’ve just been out of the game for far too long at this point. Whatever it is, you just hope you’ll figure it out before the day is over. Because no way in hell can this end up good for you. But luckily, you didn’t have to dwell on that thought anymore as Mr. Gojo had just turned his gaze away and began to speak once more. “It’s good for the workers.”
His words didn’t leave a lot of room for explanation. Something that all the adults in the room found a bit more odd than the children did, considering all the rumors spread about this place.
“Workers?” Ms. Nagi Yoshino pipes up, a questioning lilt in her voice. She looks around the room, and the rest of the adults follow suit- noticing the very apparent lack of signs of life. “I didn’t know there were workers here.”
“There aren’t supposed to be.” Ms. Mei is next to cut in. Her voice is level, but there’s an accusing nature to her words as she stops moving with the group momentarily. Despite being a total stranger to you all, her commanding presence is enough to get the rest of the group to stop moving at the same time. That said, you did almost run into her back as she stopped moving so very suddenly. A sight Mr. Gojo unfortunately caught a quick glimpse of, judging by the amused upward quirk of his lips despite the pressure he was about to get. “No one has been seen coming in and out of this factory for years. Care to explain?”
Ms. Mei Mei crosses her arms over her chest, looking like the very image of calm and collected as she questions the man who just allowed her and a few others to take part in the chance of a lifetime. Her charge, Ui Ui, on the other hand, starts to get a little antsy now that things have stopped. He begins to tug on her arm, a whine in his voice as he pleads with his guardian to drop it because he could ‘smell the candy from here’. Although you didn’t have quite the nose that that little boy had on him, you were inclined to agree with his words.
At this point, you all haven’t made it very far into the factory. While you’ve made it far enough for the large factory doors you’ve all stepped through to close neatly behind you, the hallway you’re in only seems to lead to one door at the very, very, very end. This means that unless these walls suddenly start to open up into something quite literally made of all things sweet and magic, you have a feeling you may not be seeing anything interesting for a long time. Unfortunately for all of you, Mr. Gojo seemed to have taken the bait and had eaten it right from Ms. Mei Mei’s hands.
“Really now? You don’t say…” You could hear him hum lightly, meeting Ms. Mei Mei’s challenging gaze head-on. His usual smile was replaced by a pensive, thought look as he began to search his mind for an answer. However as seconds passed by, you found yourself growing more and more curious of the answer. Considering the fact that he still had the large pair of dark sunglasses covering his eyes from view, not much of his expression was readable- even with him facing towards the group. Though it struck you as odd as he had yet to take them off despite being indoors. But then again, almost everything about this man struck you as odd. “Perhaps you need better eyes. I see my workers all the time. Let’s go.”
With that, Mr. Gojo’s thoughtful expression turned into a smile once more. It was a somewhat unfriendly smile. Full of annoyance and his utter distaste for being questioned like that as he bore his teeth a bit in her direction- almost as if he was expecting to be challenged once more. When Ms. Mei Mei didn’t say anything more, the unfriendliness of his smile eased up a bit as he turned on his heel and walked forward, completely shutting down any future conversations about this with a simple move. Only this time, he has a noticeably faster stride. With his long legs and impressive height, it doesn’t seem to be much of an issue for him- even considering the limp he “had” just a few minutes earlier when he was first spotted coming out of the factory. But it did have you throwing up an unseen eyebrow at the sudden change, once again not sure about what to make of the situation.
But that had to be saved for later. You and all the other less tall people hadn’t realized just how fast he was moving until he was more than a couple of strides away with no desire to slow down in the slightest. So now, it was time for an awkward game of catch-up as everyone in the group rushed to follow close behind Mr. Gojo, in fear that they’d test his patience again and be left behind (although Ms. Mei Mei had no problem with taking her time following after the group).
But the sudden change had ignited a fervor among the children, who had fallen somewhat silent in the short stand-off that had just occurred. Far in front of you, the girls, Yuki and Momo rushed forward once more before they were just able to fall into step right behind Mr. Gojo. Though they were too far away for you to understand what they were saying, you spotted the two of them looking at each other and speaking momentarily, before nodding their heads in unison once and locking arms together. Perhaps a new friendship was formed. Though based on the wary reactions of both girls’ fathers as they went to catch up with them, perhaps it was more something akin to a pact.
Right behind them though was Ui Ui, determined to try to make it to the front. While he didn’t seem to possess the competitive nature you saw sparking up in both girls, it was obvious how eager the boy was about what he could possibly experience on this tour. It was a far contrast from the other young boy, Junpei, who had resigned to being dragged by his mother as she tried to convince him how fun this would be if he would just be willing to work with her for one day. It was at this point where your brother decided to leave your side, and started making his way up to where Junpei was- leaving just you and Ms. Mei Mei to bring up the rear.
Although Yuuta's words didn’t seem to have as much of an effect on Junpei as your brother tried to talk to the other boy in an attempt to make friends, the eye roll you could see Junpei give him as he began to walk alongside everyone normally was a bit less hostile than the looks he was giving his mother earlier. At least that was a start.
The group trudged on with low voices of light conversation mixing throughout the group. The only thing anyone could do at this point was follow a dead-silent Mr. Gojo, who walked forward as if he had not a single care in the world. Though it was really starting to hit you just how comically long this hallway was. Your eyes darted around the place over and over again, lips curling up in a grimace when you started to realize that the door on the opposite side of the room didn’t even seem to be getting closer. In fact, you couldn’t help but notice that it seemed to only get smaller.
How could that be? You wished you knew. But you knew better than to ask Mr. Gojo any questions at the moment, even if he did seem to show some favor towards you. The guy could be very intimidating when he wanted to be. So instead, you just rolled your eyes and took a quick glance at your watch while fighting the urge to throw up your hands and huff.
The watch face read only a little after a quarter past ten o’clock. Surprising, considering how these boring, bleak walls make you feel like you’ve been here forever. You don’t know what to make of things. What a weird couple of days.
As the lot of you continued down the hallway, it gave you some time to think and reflect on the other winners and their families. You recall seeing glimpses of everyone in the group on TV at least a few times before. And you recall not thinking much of any of them at first. You didn’t love how spoiled or apathetic some of the children seemed to be. But as part of you wanted to believe that those children were entitled to a bit of…well, entitlement. After all, they scored a Gojo ticket. They were able to do something only five other people were able to do. And that naturally, anybody would get a little too big for their birches and forget their manners sometimes right?
Well, as you watched the kids for longer than that, you realized that some may not have forgotten manners. Some may never have had any, to begin with. You felt as though you might have been too harsh in judging them at first. But since getting inside the building, Momo had already stamped her foot twice and demanded that her father make time faster and build her a factory as big as this one. To your utter surprise (and horror), her father placated her only with the reminder that they couldn’t give her a bigger factory because they had already picked up the biggest pieces of land in the area for their own estate.
Momo had only stamped her foot again, and her father responded by sighing and telling her that he’d see what he could do.
The other little girl, Yuki, was a bit more adjusted in your opinion. Though it had only occurred to you a few minutes ago that she had been chewing gum this entire time (just like she did in her TV interview that you remember catching a few days ago), she was still a bit more tolerable than Yuki. Though her matter-of-fact way of speaking was a little jarring to you, someone who has to earn their living by making sure everything said out of their mouth is extra sweet and with a smile on top. And the way she and her father whispered to each other about just how obvious it was that they were going to win this now that they’d checked out the competition was also a bit much. But you have had far worse kids come to your dinner.
The same could be said for the two boys beside your brother too. Ui Ui didn’t seem all too bad. While he appeared to be a bit bratty and impatient (and really liked candy), your opinion of him was more so that he lacked maturity- rather than housetraining, especially considering how the two girls act. As for Junpei, you couldn’t help but frown when you thought of him. That little boy had a pretty nasty attitude on him, even when he was interacting with his own mother. He looked like he had to be dragged here by his arm, despite this being such a great opportunity in your mind. And so, you couldn’t help but feel bad for his mother. She seemed to be trying her hardest to reel him in and get him to at least smile. But it seemed like all he wanted to do was sneer in her direction. That was until Yuuta came along and offered Junpei a temporary distraction from terrorizing his mother.
Speaking of mothers, you couldn’t help but think about the other adults in the room as well. Before stepping inside, all five of you introduced yourselves to each other and stated what kid you were coming with. And needless to say, you were intimidated. While Ms. Nagi (as she insisted on everyone calling her) seemed like any normal woman you would meet on the street, the intimidating, large physical stature of Mr. Kusakabe and Mr. Todo was nothing to sneeze at. Although Ms. Mei Mei was a bit closer to the average if you looked at her closely enough, it didn’t help that she carried herself extremely confidently and always seemed to look at everyone and everything in the room while she knew a secret that nobody else knew- and that she wasn’t going to share. Either way, it made you just more careful about showing respect to all the other adults in the room. While you may technically relate to all of them more than you do to the children, you did sort of feel out of place.
Especially when the others were stating that their jobs were bank teller, businessman, martial arts gym owner, and just contractor- whatever that meant. Either way, it made you, a girl who has been living at home and waitressing for many, many years made you feel very, very small for some reason. Perhaps it had something to do with the shiny, expensive cuff links that you spotted on Mr. Kusakabe’s suit jacket when you went to shake the man’s hand…
“Look! The door!”
All of a sudden, the voice of little Yuki breaks you out of your stupor. You had been walking mindlessly this entire time, lost in your own thoughts that you hadn’t even realized just how far you all made it down the hallway. But when you looked up and around for the door, you noticed two things:
One, it was still very, very small from where you were standing.
Two, it was somehow very, very close to where you were standing.
From the vantage point, you realized that you were finally close to the entrance of the hallway- with nothing more than a couple of feet and Mr. Gojo separating you and the group from the doorway. But the door was quite small. And the hallway’s ceiling had begun to slope downward at a nearly unnoticeable angle until you were able to get into the thick of it. For the moment, you didn’t have to bow your head and bend your knees to stay upright. But the same couldn’t be said about Ms. Kusabakabe, Mr. Todo, and Mr. Gojo.
Although you managed to stifle most of them you couldn’t help but release a small giggle as you watched the normally tall and proud-looking men have to bow down to avoid hitting the ceiling. And unsurprisingly at this point, it captures the attention of a certain someone.
“Ah, so you’ve noticed.” Mr. Gojo speaks up suddenly, an amused smile on his face as he peeks over his sunglasses at your spot towards the back of the crowd. Your face heats up in embarrassment, though you do fight the urge to turn away and give in to his stupid teasing. Seriously, what is with that guy? After a second, he’s slow to move his eyes away from you be that same amused smile is clear on his face as he addresses everyone. He looks proud of himself- proud of the size of the door for whatever reason. But then again, you probably would have been proud too if you owned such a big factory and managed to pull off a dumb optical illusion for this long. “Keeps all the goodness inside.”
At this, you hear the voice of one of the kids scoff. To no one’s surprise, it’s Junpei.
“Why can’t you just have a normal-sized-” He begins to snark at Mr. Gojo, voice flat and tone unimpressed, before being cut off by the man himself.
“Oh, would you look at that! I nearly forgot!” Mr. Gojo exclaims quite loudly as he raises one shaking finger in the air, almost as if he’s wagging it at himself. You’re starting to realize that this man really isn’t a fan of criticism or being challenged. That, or he doesn’t seem to like anyone here with your group. Though with the way things are going right now, you wouldn’t be too surprised to find out if the answers end up being both. “The waivers~!”
As the word rolls off of his tongue, you spot him unbuttoning the top few buttons of his overcoat with swift and ample fingers before reaching inside. A second later, a rolled-up piece of paper is produced from within his jacket. His smile seems to be alight with laughter as he reveals it to the group. It’s lightly tanned- almost like parchment- and rolled up tight. Just a thin scroll with a pretty little blue ribbon bow wrapped around its center to keep it round up tight.
You couldn’t imagine it being anything special, though you do suppose something like this would be necessary given the circumstances. You’ve heard of things like nondisclosure agreements from TV shows and once even had to bring home a permission slip from school for a trip to the city park. So naturally, anyone who decided to invite kids to the best candy factory in the world for a tour of the facilities and the products there would have to find some way to protect themselves from lawsuits, accidents, injuries, and even the potential selling of trade secrets.
At that thought, your mind wanders back to the face of Suguru Geto as you recall what your brother had told you about that man. As much as you want to be naive, recent events and the long walk through this hallway allowed you to clear your head enough to get a good idea of what that man might have been asking your brother to do. But the very reminder of your brother being put in that position again makes your stomach churn and frown tug at your lips. What an awful thing to do to a little boy. What an awful thing to do to Yuuta of all people.
Oh, well. You shouldn’t dwell on it now. You have a whole day ahead of you, so it’s better if you live in the moment now and deal with…that when it becomes a problem. If it even becomes a problem.
Though as you snap back into focus, it looks like your timing couldn’t have been more perfect as you let your gaze fall on Mr. Gojo once more. Because not a movement later, you find yourself watching as he finishes tugging the ribbon loose and free and letting the contract unravel.
And to say it was long was an understatement. You heard gasp all around you as the paper began to extend. A couple of feet away, you could hear Mr. Todo let out a low whistle as the parchment slowly unrolled itself all the way to the ground- its ends just barely brushed against the floors. To make matters worse, the print was small. Tiny, even. You felt that you even had to squint to read a few particular words here and there and practically everything towards the bottom. It was the same except deal as the ticket Yuuta. Only this was a bit more concerning considering this was supposed to be a legally binding document instead of your proof of allowed entry.
Unable to help yourself, you let your face fall flat as an unimpressed look crosses your features. Though when you met Mr. Gojo’s gaze for the umpteenth time today, he just barely spared you a shoulder shrug as his smile grew even wider. He then hooks his cane on his other arm holds out his hand and shows off a pair of pens that are wrapped within his grip. They’re the fancy kind. Ornate with metal finishing and have a sophisticated look about them. Just like the ones you’ve only seen in your boss’ office at work. The ones you know are a bit too expensive for just some commoner to use.
They’re presented to your group- a clear invitation of what must be done. However, as a few of the more impatient children and braver guardians step forward and reach for a pen, a voice cuts out through the silence, making everyone pause in their actions.
“Quite the contract, Gojo,” Mr. Kusakabe spoke up again, his regular seriousness lining his voice as he noticeably made no move to grab one of the pens. You could tell that it was an attempt at a joke. But at the same time, it wasn’t a very good one- both the attempt and the joke. But judging by the look on the man’s face, you had a feeling he didn’t really care for how it landed with the audience. “You know… I don’t really sign anything without a lawyer present.”
For a moment, Mr. Gojo looks almost taken aback. His lips twist up in a surprised sort of expression, almost as if he wasn’t expecting another person to challenge him so soon. In a way, you sort of understood both sides. On one hand, the rumors and the golden ticket promised a day beyond your wildest imagination- a day that any child and any adult willing to give into their inner child for a few hours would be excited to experience. On the other…nobody wants to be caught holding the bag once it's emptied. And it’s only natural that a businessman wealthy enough to own his own factory would be the one to challenge a blind signing of a contract- even if you were all promised the chance of a lifetime.
And it’s only natural that everyone would follow the actions of said businessman. Clearly, he would know a thing or two about what to do in these types of situations. At least, you’d hope.
“Ah, I see…” Mr. Gojo muses after a while with a small click of his tongue. “Yes, I suppose I should have expected that…”
He then settles into his own pensive silence as he seems lost in thought of how to proceed. In your mind, asking for a lawyer should be fair enough. You’ve seen it happen all the time on all those law shows the diner plays when nothing interesting is going on. Your eyes trail over to Ms. Nagi and Ms. Mei Mei, both of which are hesitating on signing the contract and are doing their best to read the ridiculous font. At the same time, you spot Mr. Todo with his arms crossed over his chest (and his daughter quite cutely mimicking his position). While you don’t think it’s necessarily his goal to intimidate Mr. Gojo with that position, you won’t lie that you’re a bit intimidated by the man’s stature and serious expression. And by the looks of it, both your brother and Junpei seemed to be do judging by the way the two of them subtly stepped closer to you at the back of the group- away from the big man who teaches people how to fight for a living.
But Mr. Gojo isn’t you or your brother or Junpei. Mr. Gojo isn’t like the three of you at all.
“No signature, no entry!” The man suddenly declares a bright cheesy grin back on his face. He jerks his hand forward, as to emphasize the pens still in his hand, and tilts his head towards the contract. He’s not intimidated by Mr. Todo and he doesn’t feel the need to accommodate Mr. Kusakabe either. You suppose the ability to not back down even in the face of power can be a rather admirable trait. But then again, Mr. Gojo’s character is shaping up to be weirder and more off-putting than you really feel comfortable with. Especially considering your baby brother is involved… “Try not to let the door hit you on the way out.”
But with Mr. Gojo’s final words on the topic, his cheesy grin looks a bit colder. Proof that he’s not backing down from this challenge. Proof that never appreciated it in the first place. And proof that he’s taking it seriously. Almost instantly, it seems like everyone gets the message because all around you- people are signing.
Naturally, Yuki and Momo are first- running up to grab a pen from Mr. Gojo and dropping to the ground to sign their names. When Yuki finishes, she goes and immediately hands the pen to her dad, while Momo stands up with an almost too-sweet grin to hand the pen to Ms. Nagi who is starting to step closer to the document. The fact that Ui Ui was trying to get the pen from her may have something to do with why her faux-polite smile got even bigger as she handed the pen off to someone else.
At the same time, a tense Mr. Kusakabe stares with his jaw clenched at Mr. Gojo, ready to exchange what seems to be a few not-so-nice words with the man. But his daughter is quick to notice how her father looks not eager enough to sign the document for her taste. With a stamp of her foot and haughty accusation of him not loving her, Momo makes a very…compelling case for why her father can only prove his worth to her at this moment if he signs too since she’s not allowed to be left unattended. It seems to be the push he needed because a second later, he’s reaching into his own jacket and producing a pen of his own instead of waiting for one of Mr. Gojo’s to suddenly become free again. A small, last act of defiance.
An act that Mr. Gojo doesn’t seem to care one bit about.
The man is looking more and more like the cat that caught the canary as he watches Mr. Kusakabe bend down slowly to sign his name on the large dotted line. His signature is pristine as he lines it up close to his daughter’s (which did look pretty remarkable for her age). Meanwhile, the pens had passed through the hands of Junpei, Ms. Mei Mei, Ui Ui, and now, your brother too. Although he seemed a little apprehensive about signing when he sensed the tension in the room, he seemed just as eager as the other kids while he was bent down to sign the waiver.
That's why, you couldn’t dare so say no when he turned around and looked at you while holding his pen out with a smile.
You took a deep breath and returned the smile to your brother before dropping to your knees and replacing him. The others had stepped back by now, starting to chatter away with the children they were accompanying. You heard Momo complain to her father about him taking too long to sign- saying something about him seeming like he wanted her to lose or something. Yuki on the other hand was high-fiving her dad while recalling how it was clear that she finished signing her name first, as winners normally do. Ui Ui and Mei Mei were stepping off to the side, and you could hear the woman start to give the boy a thinly laced warning about developing some self-control once they stepped inside the factory for real. And
Honestly, focusing on their conversation made things easier. It made you less tempted to try to read the fine print that was staring you right in the face. It made you less tempted to look up and try to meet Mr. Gojo’s eyes as he watched the last of his guests sign his waiver. The very same eyes you could feel burning holes into your figure as you try to hopefully not sign away your soul in peace.
But, your attempt to focus on the conversations happening behind you also made you less prepared for what you were about from said man as well.
“Such pretty handwriting…”
You look up at him, eyes wide in surprise but meeting his gaze only seems to fuel to smirk on his lips to grow just a tad bit wider. He doesn’t seem to be one bit ashamed of being caught complimenting you- a trend you’ve more than noticed by now. In fact, he only seems to grow prouder at the obvious fact that he had you very, very flustered at the moment with nowhere to run.
But there’s no time for you to address it. Because a second later, the paper the document is on rattles beneath you. You just have enough time to lean back and drop your pen before it starts to roll itself up at lightning-fast speed- the pen disappearing with it. It’s both comical and almost magical as Mr. Gojo is able to recall the document without so much of a twitch of a finger. And when it snaps shut- it does so loudly. A signal that the deed has been done and the contract has been signed by all parties who needed to.
For better or for worse.
“Thank you, thank you.” Mr. Gojo calls loudly, getting the attention of everyone in the room while tucking the contract away in his coat pocket. He brushed off the encounter between the two of you quite easily- something you don’t exactly have the luxury of doing. Still, you find yourself rising to your feet a bit unsteadily, but ready to listen in as Yuuta stands by your side and the others crowd in behind you. “It seems that now we’re all ready to head inside, wouldn’t you agree?”
He poses the question to the children more than anything, which rightfully earns him cheers from Yuuta, Ui Ui, Yuki, and Momo. Though you suppose the offer is so tempting that even Junpei couldn’t help but throw up an eyebrow in anticipation. Around you, you spot the other adults looking onward with their own personal mix of apprehension, curiosity, and excitement. You wonder if their stomachs are as twisted up as yours is. Well, you wonder if Ms. Nagi’s stomach is twisted up as much as yours is. Ms. Mei Mei, Mr. Todo, and Mr. Kusakabe all seem to be a bit intense themselves so you can’t imagine them being too phased by the anticipation. And Ms. Nagi. Well, she just seems normal. And right now, clinging to normal feels like the right thing to do.
Especially if Mr. Gojo keeps glancing at you over his glances with that heavy gaze of yours.
If you could still have your beating heart right now, you would. But for some reason, this very strange, very handsome, and very powerful man has seemed to enjoy doing nothing but tease you while your anxiety is already through the roof. But you’ll run yourself in circles thinking about boys- well, men- at a time like this. You’ll run yourself in circles thinking if he’s serious about all his compliments and his subtle flirts. And you’ll make it even worse if you start letting those thoughts of what all this will mean when it comes time to inevitably leave the factory.
And you don’t want that. You just want to enjoy this day- this chance of a lifetime- with your little brother. And you’re determined to do so. Properly.
So you tell yourself again that you’re getting far too distracted. And you tell yourself this just in the nick of time too. Because at that second, Mr. Gojo decides to take a few steps back- back towards the door that just keeps getting smaller and smaller with each step. He keeps his gaze on the group as he turns his fist back and knocks on the door- twice. Silence follows- both from the group and on the other side of the door. But Mr. Gojo tilts his head towards the door with a focused expression and listens in for a cue anyway.
And although it’s faint- you hear it come a few seconds later. The sound of someone knocking on the other side of the door. A sound that makes Mr. Gojo smile really big and wide again. A sound that lets you all know that the time is really now.
“Well then…” The man with brilliant blue eyes and striking white hair purrs to the group, taking in all the faces of the children and adults in front of him. The expression he has on his face is cat-like. It’s confident, it’s proud, and it’s all-knowing. It’s exactly the type of look you should expect from a man who has already proved himself to be rather odd, yet grand. But despite everything, the look on his face does manage to light something more inside you. A deeper sense of eagerness you didn’t expect to feel. A deeper sense of excitement you didn’t know you were capable of. A deeper sense of awe that you know will just be blown out of the water the second he opens the door. At least, that’s what the golden ticket promised you. That’s what the golden ticket promised all of you. Though, by now you’ve learned to trust the funny feeling you get when you look at Mr. Gojo. “It is with great pleasure that I invite you ten lucky little somebodies into the greatest place on earth.”
The funny feeling that tells you to expect the unexpected.
“Welcome to where the magic is made~”
The funny feeling that tells you that there will always- always- be more than what you thought in store.
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hi, may I request a Leon with fem reader where he’s spending his free time with her going on coffee dates and going on bookstores possibly with re4 Leon? 🤗 thank you.
꒰ 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘺𝘺!! 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢!🤍 ˑ༄ ꒱
❝𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦❞ 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴. ❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘳𝘦4 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. ❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯.
✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄
Leon Kennedy had always been a man of action, but today was different.
Today he was busy planning and surprises, he had been thinking about this day for weeks and it filled him with excitement that he couldn't hide.
You talked about a cozy little cafe down the street that you always wanted to visit, and about some books that you really wanted to buy, Leon remembered these conversations well, and today was the day when he would make your desires come true.
The day was gray and drizzly, raindrops running down the window panes in a rhythmic melody.
He never thought he would be so passionate about planning surprises for someone, but for you, his precious girl, he was more than willing to go the extra mile.
As you walked hand in hand through the wet, noisy streets of a quaint european city, the smell of rain soaked cobblestones filling the air, Leon felt his heart fill with love for you.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Leon turned sharply from the main street and led you to a cozy cafe that you had talked about once.
You blinked in surprise as he opened the door for you, letting you in, a soft chime announcing your arrival and you were enveloped in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries.
You turned to him, your eyes wide with curiosity — «Leon, on what occasion?» you asked.
He smiled warmly and gently kissed the tip of your nose — «No occasion» he answered softly — «Just wanted to make you happy»
Your heart swelled at his words as he led you to a table by the window, you settled into comfortable chairs and soon the kind waiter brought out a menu filled with delectable desserts and drinks.
As you both enjoyed the chocolate cakes and drinks, you couldn't resist trying to feed Leon a piece of your cake, but he playfully pulled away, making a grimace that made you giggle.
— «Come on, Leon, it's delicious» you teased, holding a spoon of cake in front of him.
He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously — «I don't know about that» he said, feigning doubt, like a child who has just tried something unfamiliar.
You rolled your eyes in mock irritation — «Fine, more for me then»
He chuckled and softened, sharing your indulgence, it was moments like this where you both could be yourself that made your relationship so special.
After you both had enjoyed every bite, Leon motioned for the receipt and paid for the meal.
Walking back out into the rain soaked streets, you couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in your heart, knowing how much effort he put into this surprise.
But the surprises are not over yet.
Leon led you to a charming bookstore nearby, your eyes lighting up as you saw the familiar shelves of books lining the walls.
You turned to him, your gratitude shining in your eyes — «Leon, how do you remember about this place? I mentioned it once in passing»
He smiled and kissed your cheek — «I remember the things that are important to you» he simply said.
You felt your heart fill with love for him as you began browsing the shelves.
Your fingers slid along the spines of the books that you really wanted to read, and suddenly you came across a children's book about the gray wolf and Little Red Riding Hood.
You couldn't help but laugh at the similarities between the characters and your own relationships — «Hey, look at this» you said, holding the book — «That wolf reminds me of you, and i think that makes me Little Red Riding Hood»
Leon laughed, his deep, rich laugh filling the air — «So, I'm a wolf, right? I don't know if i like this comparison»
You grinned slyly — «Well, you're a bit of a wolf when it comes to protecting me» you teased.
Leon laughed heartily, shaking his head — «Well, in that case, i'd better be careful not to devour you»
Your heart skipped a beat at his playful remark and you placed the book back on the shelf with a sly grin.
But as you continued to browse the shelves, you finally found the book you were looking for, a novel that had been on your wish list for a long time, you happily picked it up and hugged it to your chest.
Leon noticed your excitement and approached you, his eyes full of love — «Did you find what you were looking for?»
You nodded enthusiastically, your heart filled with gratitude — «Yes, Leon, thank you for remembering»
He carefully took the book from your hands and put it under his arm — «Now go and choose something else that interests you, i'll be at the checkout» he said, giving you a soft, reassuring smile.
As you walked through the bookstore, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude and love for Leon.
He was the perfect guy, always attentive to your needs and desires, always willing to do whatever it took to make you happy.
Finally, you picked out a few more books that caught your eye and with your arms full of literature, you headed to the checkout counter while Leon waited for you there, holding the book you wanted so badly.
When you approached him, he handed you the treasured novel, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly — «Leon, you're the best» you whispered in his ear.
He pulled you close, his arms wrapped securely around you — «Just because i have the best girlfriend» he replied, his voice full of warmth and affection.
You melted into his arms, feeling completely happy in his arms, there was no one in the world you would rather be with than Leon.
The moment the rain continued to pour outside, you knew that you both were exactly where you were meant to be — enveloped in each other's love, with hearts full of joy and a future filled with endless possibilities.
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Long Distance - Blurb
Gojo x Reader: Fluff
Little draft, might continue this another time.
You stared at the ended Discord call on your screen.
12 hrs and 8 min
You just spent over twelve hours talking to some random guy in Japan. Broken English. Broken Japanese.
Those two semesters of Japanese you took in college for your world language credit? Guess they were finally paying off—all because you decided to join a random Minecraft server at three in the morning. Of course, that meant it was daytime in Japan, a neat little twelve-hour time difference.
You tried not to dwell too much on the call: how he’d invited you to join his town on the server, how quick-witted and surprisingly charming he’d been.
No, no.
This was just a fleeting crush. A reaction to being showered with attention. A temporary burst of dopamine. You were not falling for someone halfway across the world. Absolutely not.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a Discord notification.
青眼の白龍:“Switch? Animal Crossing…?”
A second message followed right after: “Your voice…cute!”
Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you stared at the screen in disbelief.
What the hell.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, and then you typed a response:
“I have a Switch! :) Play tomorrow? It’s night here.”
The reply didn’t come immediately. You watched the typing bubbles appear and disappear a few times, as though he kept rephrasing whatever he wanted to say.
Finally, it came through.
“Yes. Call. Tomorrow! 💙”
You sighed, shutting down your PC before heading to bed. Your heart thumped a little too loudly in your chest. It’s just a simple little crush, right?
Sunday arrived—a bittersweet reminder that it was your last free day before the work week began. The timezone difference weighed on your mind; realistically, you wouldn’t have time to chat much with him during the weekdays.
As you booted up your Switch, the familiar Discord ringtone chimed, startling you. Crap, you didn’t have online membership to visit other islands! You scrambled to enter your credit card information, fingers fumbling slightly from your nerves.
Then, his voice came through.
“Moshi-moshi!”
Light, chipper, and laced with a soft giggle, his greeting made your heart flutter. “Hello, y/n!”
You froze for a second, gripping your Switch tighter as your chest went pitter-patter. You didn’t even know what he looked like. Most of your conversation last night was surface-level: basic introductions, Minecraft plans, and a few scattered questions about each other’s lives.
Yet, here you were, feeling your cheeks warm like you were talking to someone you’d known for years.
“Hello…Satoru,” you said, testing his name carefully. Then a moment of panic hit. “Wait—is that okay? Or do you prefer Gojo?”
His laughter came again, soft and easy.
“I like Satoru,” he said, a playful edge creeping into his tone. You could almost hear the smirk in his voice. “Let’s…play?”
There was a hint of hesitation in his words, the careful pauses betraying his uncertainty in English. It mirrored how awkward and foreign speaking Japanese felt for you. But his effort was impressive—he handled basic conversation with surprising ease.
You smiled to yourself, settling onto the couch with your Switch. “Yeah, let’s play.”
KID
Summary : You discover that you're pregnant while on a mission on a completely different planet in another galaxy, and the father is your captain, Han Yun Jae.
Pairing: Captain!Han Yun Jae x reader
Warnings : suggestive, age gap, pregnancy, enemies to lovers
You placed the blood sample into the self-analysis machine and pressed the button to start the process. Your eyes darted around the room as you anxiously checked for any signs of someone approaching while the machine worked.
It’s been about three months since you left Earth, bound for another planet to explore, test, and determine if it could sustain human life. Every two years, teams like yours are sent on eight-month missions to scout new worlds. The organization dispatches countless teams across the galaxy to increase humanity’s chances of finding a suitable home.
The machine beeped, signaling that the results were ready. It started printing, the faint sound of ink being laid on the paper filling the room. Nervously, you bit your thumbnail, your eyes flickering around as you waited. The moment it finished, you snatched the sheet, your hands trembling as you scanned the results frantically.
beta-hCG hormone: 11,233 mIU/mL.
Fuck.
You see, the beta-hCG hormone determines if a woman is pregnant. Levels below 5 mIU/mL indicate no pregnancy, but anything above that confirms it. Beta-hCG levels double every 48 to 72 hours, which also helps estimate how far along the pregnancy is.
You are roughly three months pregnant.
How had you missed the signs for three whole months? you kept blaming the vomiting, mood swings, headaches, missed periods, and cravings on the stress of being in space. It all seemed so obvious now.
You pulled out your vitals smartwatch to update your status, indicating your pregnancy so it wouldn’t send you period reminders. As you filled out the prompts, answering the usual medical questions, you froze at the final one.
What date do you think you became pregnant?
The words stared back at you, and you stopped breathing. Slowly, you navigated to the calendar and selected the date—the night you made a huge mistake. The night you slept with your captain, Han Yun Jae. The man you couldn’t stand. And who couldn’t stand you.
It happened the night before the mission began. The team had decided to drink together in his office as a farewell to Earth. you had a few drinks, and soon enough, you was blurting out stupid things.
Everyone else had already left. you was the only one still there, struggling to stay upright. you tried to push yourself to your feet but ended up leaning heavily against the wall for support as you made your way to the door. Yun Jae, meanwhile, was tidying up, collecting the empty bottles when he turned and noticed you crash to the floor.
He laughed.
Groaning against the cold, hard surface, you muttered, “Ajhussi, it’s not funny. Why are you laughing?” you tried to push yourself up but barely managed to lift your upper half.
“I give up,” you mumbled, flopping onto your back. “I’m sleeping here.” Covering your eyes with your arm to block the soft ceiling light, you got ready to pass out on the floor.
“No, you’re not,” Yun Jae said, clearly unimpressed as he continued cleaning his desk.
“Pretty sure I am,” you retorted, your words slurring. “Could you pass me a blanket? That would be so sweet of you—for once.”
You heard his footsteps approach and felt his shadow fall over you.
“Y/N, get up,” he ordered, his tone exasperated.
“You had a chance to be sweet, and you blew it,” you said, stubbornly refusing to move.
He crouched down beside you. “Y/N, get up,” he repeated, but you ignored him, lying there defiantly.
“Maybe that’s why you’re still single at fifty,” you muttered, shooting him a smug grin.
“I’m thirty-nine,” he snapped.
“Same thing. You’re old,” you teased, earning a heavy sigh of frustration from him.
“Y/N,” he said again, his voice taking on an edge of irritation.
You finally lifted your arm from your eyes and glanced at him with a smirk. “Ajhussi~,” you sang in a playful, whining tone.
“Last warning,” he growled.
“You sound like my dad,” you said with a laugh, enjoying his growing frustration.
“Maybe that’s because you’re acting like a child,” he shot back sharply.
The smile fell from your face, replaced by a frown. “Stop calling me a kid,” you said firmly, your brows furrowing. “I’m almost thirty. I’m not a kid anymore.”
“Then get up,” he challenged.
You stubbornly turned your head away from him. “I can’t,” you mumbled, your voice tinged with something almost pitiful.
For a moment, there was silence. Then, without warning, you felt his arm slide beneath your knees and another under your back.
“What are you doing?” you asked as he lifted you effortlessly off the floor.
“Taking you to your room,” he replied gruffly.
You didn’t argue. you let him carry you down the hallway, though he nearly dropped you a couple of times—he was drunk too. When you reached your room, he set you down so you could unlock the door. you fumbled for your keys, but your vision blurred. Bending down to meet the lock’s height, you tried again, only for the key to fall from your shaking hand.
“Fuck,” you muttered, straightening up too quickly. The dizziness hit you like a wave, and you swayed, trying to regain your balance.
Yun Jae sighed, picked up the keys, and opened the door himself. He tossed the keys onto the counter inside, then stood there, holding the door open with an irritated expression. He was clearly eager to get this over with and go to bed.
“Thank you very much, ajhussi,” you said sarcastically, bowing in mock gratitude.
As you bent forward, you nearly lost your balance again, pitching toward the floor. Yun Jae caught you at the last second, groaning in frustration.
“What a dumb woman,” he muttered, hauling you upright by my forearm and steadying you with a hand on you waist.
He guided you toward the bed, but just as he was about to set you down, you tripped over an empty sample container. Instinctively, you grabbed onto him for support—and dragged him down with you.
He falls on top of you.
He's heavy, but not unbearable. His face is only inches away from mine, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath. For a moment, neither of you moves. It’s like time itself has frozen, holding you in this strange, uncomfortable limbo.
“Y/N,” he mutters, his voice low and strained, though whether it’s from anger or something else, you can’t tell.
“What?” you whispered back, my voice barely audible.
His eyes lock onto mine, sharp and focused despite the haze of alcohol clouding both your senses. you can’t bring yourself to look away, even though your heart is racing, pounding so hard that you are sure he can hear it.
“You… are such a pain in the ass,” he says, his tone half-annoyed, half-something-else.
“And you’re—” My retort dies in my throat as his gaze drops to my lips.
The air between you shifts, suddenly thick with tension. My breathing quickens as you realize he hasn’t moved away yet. Instead, he’s still hovering over you, his weight pressing you slightly into the bed.
“You should get off you,” you manage to say, though my voice lacks conviction.
He doesn’t respond right away. Instead, his lips twitch, almost like he’s fighting some internal battle. “You’re right,” he finally says, but he doesn’t move. His voice is quieter now, almost a whisper. “I should.”
But he doesn’t.
Instead, his hand, still gripping your arm for balance, softens its hold. His thumb brushes against your skin, sending a jolt through your entire body. you hate the way your stomach flips at the contact, hate the way your heart seems to betray you by beating even faster.
“Yun Jae,” you say, but it comes out weaker than you intend.
And then, before you can say anything else, his lips crash into mine.
It’s not soft or tentative; it’s desperate, rough, and filled with the kind of frustration that’s been building between you for months. you freeze for a second, your brain scrambling to catch up with what’s happening. But then, without thinking, you kiss him back.
The alcohol has dulled your inhibitions, but it’s not just that. There’s something raw and undeniable about this moment, about him. All the bickering, all the glares and sharp words, it all feels like it’s been leading to this.
His hand moves to your waist, gripping tightly as if to ground himself. you find yourself pulling him closer, fingers tangling in his shirt as the kiss deepens. For once, we’re not fighting—at least, not with words.
The night blurs after that. The tension, the anger, the alcohol—it all swirls together, igniting something we’ve both been too stubborn to acknowledge.
You stare at the screen in front of you, your vitals smartwatch blinking its persistent question:
What date do you think you became pregnant?
Your fingers hover over the calendar, hesitating as the memories rush back. That night, so long ago but still so vivid. The way his lips pressed against mine, the heat of his hands against your skin, the way you gave in to something you both swore you hated.
You press the date, and the screen logs it with an impersonal beep. The action feels like a release, but it only brings more questions, more weight.
Do you wish to notify the captain?
You let out a hollow laugh, though there's nothing remotely funny about it. Notify the captain. As if that wouldn’t open a floodgate of complications. How could you possibly tell him that one moment of weakness has brought you to this point?
My hand hovers over the screen, your mind racing with indecision. But before you can decide, the sound of approaching footsteps pulls you from your thoughts. My heart lurches, and you quickly shove the device into your pocket, forcing a calm expression as the door slides open.
There he is—Han Yun Jae. Cold, unapproachable, and as sharp as ever. His eyes meet mine, and you wonder, just for a fleeting moment, if he can see it in your face, if he can tell what’s between us.
"Y/N," he says curtly. "We’re heading out for another exploration."
You nod, trying to suppress the flutter in your chest. "Of course."
He steps closer, his presence dominating the room. The tension from that night still hangs thick in the air, unspoken, unresolved. And though he doesn’t know it yet, you can’t shake the fear that everything is about to change.
“We need to leave soon,” he continues, his tone impassive, his eyes scanning the equipment scattered around the room. you envy his ability to keep his composure, his ability to seem unaffected. You feel like you are on the edge of breaking, but you can’t let him see it. Not now.
"Right," you say, trying to steady my voice. "I’ll be ready in a minute."
You grab your gear, moving quickly, gathering the essentials for today’s exploration. We’re on a breathable planet, so you don’t need much—just the basics: a scanner, sample containers, a few tools for analysis. It should be a straightforward mission. But everything feels off today.
As you adjust your pack, you feel the familiar nausea begin to churn in your stomach again. It’s not as intense as it could be, but it’s enough to make your head spin. A wave of dizziness threatens to knock you off balance, but you keep moving. you can’t afford to look weak.
We head out to begin the survey of the planet. The bright sun glints off the barren landscape, but you can barely focus on the view. Yun Jae leads the way, as always, with his confident stride and cold, calculating gaze.
You follow, but every step feels heavier today. My thoughts keep drifting back to the life growing inside you, the life that you still haven’t told him about. you won’t—not like this. Not when the tension between you is still so thick, so unresolved.
The exploration continues, though it’s more difficult than usual. You are exhausted—physically, mentally. My body feels like it’s betraying you. you keep trying to hide it, but the pallor of your skin, the way your movements seem slower, doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Y/N, you’re okay?” Ha-neul, one of the engineers, asks as she glances at you.
You offer another tight smile, masking the fatigue and nausea swirling inside you. “I’m fine.”
But Ha-neul doesn’t buy it. She knows you too well.
We continue, and as you near the edge of a cliff to take a sample from a distant ridge, Yun Jae pauses and turns to you, his eyes glinting with that familiar authoritative gleam.
“We need to get a sample from that ridge,” he says, pointing to the jagged rocky formation.
“Yeah, on it,” you reply, starting to walk toward it. But before you take more than a few steps, you catch him watching me—his gaze lingering on my face, his expression tight with what looks like worry.
He holds up a hand, stopping you in your tracks. “Wait. You stay here and keep an eye on the equipment.”
You clench your teeth, holding back the sharp retort that rises to your lips. “Why do you always assume you can’t handle it?”
He doesn’t look at you but responds in that cold, condescending tone that always sends a rush of heat to your face.
“Because you still act like a kid who doesn’t know how to do anything. You get distracted, and you can’t afford to babysit you.” that was just an excuse covering the fact that he was worry at you state just by one look at your face but you didn’t need to know that.
My heart lurches, and before you can stop myself, the words spill out.
“I’m not a kid!” you snapped, my voice sharper and louder than you intended. The words hung in the air, heavy with frustration and unspoken meaning. “I’m twenty-eight, for God’s sake! Stop treating me like some helpless child.”
You turned to face him fully, your glare unwavering as you continued. “you get that being ancient must make you think everyone younger than you need to be babysat, but guess what? you don’t. I’m capable, and I’ve been handling things on your own for a long time now.”
You noticed the silence that followed your outburst, the kind that was too heavy to ignore. Slowly, your eyes drifted past Han Yun Jae to the rest of the crew standing a few feet away. Their faces were pressed with a mix of concern and curiosity, clearly having heard every word.
Some of them exchanged awkward glances, unsure whether to intervene or pretend they hadn’t just witnessed you snap. Others avoided eye contact entirely, their focus suddenly absorbed by the dirt beneath their boots.
Heat rushed to your face as you realized the spectacle I’d just created. My hands clenched at your sides, embarrassment and anger bubbling together. you turned away from Yun Jae and the crew, your voice quieter but no less firm as you muttered, “This conversation is over.”
Without another word, you walked off, ignoring the weight of their stares as you walked to get the samples.
My footsteps crunch over the rocky terrain as you make your way toward the ridge, your breath shallow and uneven. you feel the weight of their eyes on your back—on both Yun Jae and you. But you don’t care. you can’t care anymore.
You are not a kid. You are not the same person you was when you first met him, when you used to argue over everything like it was your only language. He might still see you as that naive child, but you are not. you won’t let him define you anymore.
The harsh wind stings your skin as you reach the base of the ridge, your hands shaking as you adjust the sample container. you glance over your shoulder briefly, your mind still tangled with everything that’s happened. And, of course, Yun Jae is standing there, watching you with that cold, calculating gaze, his posture rigid as if waiting for you to make a mistake.
You can’t stand it.
You remember the first time you met him. you was just a kid—barely out of childhood, if I’m being honest—and he was always there. Always around because of your father. Han Yun Jae wasn’t just your father’s protégé; he was almost like a shadow. Quiet, intense, and seemingly perfect in everything he did.
My father had always insisted that Yun Jae was a brilliant mind, someone who could shape the future of your father’s work, someone who deserved the respect of everyone around him. But you never saw him that way.
To you, he was just your father’s trainee who treated you like you was beneath him. He never smiled, never showed anything that resembled warmth, and he always treated you like an inconvenience. A distraction.
You hated that. you hated the way he looked at you with cold indifference, as if you was just a little girl who didn’t understand the world around you. He’d always brush you off, belittle your attempts to prove myself. At first, it was almost funny—his condescension was so obvious—but as you got older, it started to gnaw at you. you wanted to prove him wrong. you wanted to show him that you was more than just a child, that you could handle things on your own.
But every time you tried, he pushed you further away. His icy demeanor only seemed to grow colder, and his words became sharper.
“Don’t be so naive, Y/N,” he’d say, his voice always so cold and clipped. “You’ll never be able to understand. Stay out of it.”
And you listened to him. you listened because he was older, because he had always been the smart one, the disciplined one. you was just the spoiled little girl of his mentor.
But something changed after you hit your late teens. The more you pushed back, the more things began to shift. What started as petty bickering turned into real animosity. The tension between you grew, and your arguments became sharper, more cutting. There was no longer any pretense of camaraderie between us. you hated him. And somewhere, buried deep within his cold, emotionless exterior, you began to feel like he hated you too.
It wasn’t just the typical friction of youth anymore. It became personal. It was as if he saw you as nothing more than an obstacle—a nuisance to be dealt with, nothing more.
And as you continue collecting the sample, you can feel the weight of his presence behind you, but it doesn’t feel quite as suffocating as before.
A few days later, after hours spent scanning and collecting samples, your head was spinning, and your body felt like it was on the verge of shutting down. Exhaustion and nausea clawed at you, and you wasn’t sure how much longer you could keep pretending you were fine. Because you weren't.
You silently prayed you could hold on until you reached the base. Pressing a hand to your stomach, you tried to steady the roiling turmoil inside you.
“You look like you’re about to collapse,” Ha-neul said, her voice cutting through the haze clouding my thoughts. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked as you finally stepped through the base doors.
You waved her off, forcing a smile. “I’m fine, just a little tired. I’ll rest soon.”
You made your way to your quarters, your stomach churning with every step. As soon as you were inside, you rushed to the small bathroom. The door clicked shut behind you, and you barely had time to close your eyes before the nausea hit full force.
You kneeled in front of the toilet, your body jerking with each wave of sickness. My stomach emptied itself, the bitter taste of bile rising in your throat. you couldn't stop it. It felt like it went on forever.
After what felt like an eternity, you finally pulled yourself together enough to sit back on your heels, your mouth dry and your face pale. you took a few shallow breaths, trying to steady myself. Your mind was spinning—sick, tired, and overwhelmed by the weight of everything that had happened, everything that was happening.
You stood, hands shaking, and rinsed your mouth with water, trying to rid yourself of the horrible taste. Reaching for your toothbrush and toothpaste, you began brushing your teeth automatically, trying to focus on something, anything, other than the racing thoughts in your head.
It was then that you saw him.
He was standing in the doorway behind you, his arms crossed, watching you through the mirror. you froze for a split second, your breath catching in your throat. you hadn’t heard him approach, hadn’t noticed him at all. He looked so out of place, his cold stare boring into you even as you tried to keep your composure.
But you couldn’t. Your heart was pounding. Still, you refused to look at him directly. you kept your eyes on the mirror, focusing on the task at hand—brushing your teeth, pretending he wasn’t there.
You felt the pressure of his gaze, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. you just… kept brushing, as if you could make everything go away.
Just as you was about to spit and rinse your mouth, his voice broke the silence.
“Are you pregnant?”
His words hit like a thunderclap, shocking you into stillness. you didn’t respond, not immediately. Your hand froze mid-rinse, and you had to fight to steady myself, your thoughts racing.
He was right. Something was off. But you couldn’t let him know that.
You finished rinsing, washing your mouth quickly as you replaced the toothpaste and toothbrush.
The silence between you thickened. He was still standing there, his posture unchanged, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze never wavered, and you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your neck.
You turned slowly to face him, forcing a neutral expression, but inside, you were panicking. He was so close now. Too close. Your chest tightened with the sudden proximity.
“What makes you think that?” you asked, trying to keep your tone casual, even though your heart was hammering in your chest.
His eyes flickered with a slight, cold amusement. “You’ve been acting strange lately. More tired, more nauseous. The way you keep your distance when food comes around… You’ve been avoiding things, avoiding people. And the way you pale when you're on your feet too long—it all points in one direction."
you laughed—too sharply, too quickly. “I’m just tired. You know, long missions and all that.”
He raised an eyebrow, his expression unwavering. “And the fact that your periods haven’t come for 3 months? That’s just… coincidence?”
You froze, your breath catching in your throat. you couldn’t hide the shock in your eyes fast enough. “How do you know that?” you said, your voice betraying you with a slight quiver.
Yun Jae’s gaze hardened, but he didn’t break eye contact. “I have your ways.”
You backed away slightly, your heart racing, your mouth suddenly dry. "That's creepy," you muttered, trying to brush past him. you just needed to get out of there, away from his scrutiny.
But before you could even turn the door handle, his voice stopped you in your tracks. “You didn’t respond.” you look at him but you turned back to the door, your hand on the handle, but before you could open it fully, he stepped forward, blocking your way. you didn’t look up at him, but his presence was suffocating.
He leaned in, his voice lower now, the sharp edge gone. “You didn’t answer me.” he repeated in an irritated tone.
You didn’t have the strength to fight him anymore. Your body was exhausted, your mind overwhelmed, and you just wanted to escape—escape this situation, escape him, escape the uncertainty swirling inside you.
You met his eyes, standing tall despite the shakiness you felt inside. “You already know the answer,”the words coming out colder than you intended.
Yun Jae’s gaze softened just a fraction, but the icy wall was still there, still firmly in place. He didn’t respond, but his silence spoke volumes.
And with that, you pushed past him, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway, the cool metal of the ship offering no comfort anymore. you couldn’t let him get to you. Not now. Not when everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.
But as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get a whole lot more complicated.
Days turned into weeks, and you avoided Yun Jae like the plague. you couldn’t face him—not after that conversation. Every meal became a calculated maneuver to dodge him. you either skipped eating entirely, braving the gnawing hunger, or grabbed your plate and retreated to your room or the lab. The smells of food only worsened the nausea, and you didn’t want him—or anyone else—noticing your discomfort.
But no matter how much you tried to act like nothing was wrong, you could feel the truth pressing against you, literally. Your body was changing. Your bump was small but undeniable now, a subtle curve that you could no longer ignore. you started wearing baggier clothes, anything to keep it hidden. Yet you knew this wasn’t a problem you could cover up forever.
Late at night, when you was alone in your quarters, the weight of it all would crush you. You would sit on the edge of your bed, your hands trembling as they rested on your growing belly. A part of you wanted to reject it, deny what was happening. But the fluttering beneath your fingers was impossible to ignore. A tiny life was growing inside you, and it terrified you.
You found yourself crying more often than you cared to admit. Silent, muffled sobs into your pillow as you thought about everything you would imagined for your first child. You'd always pictured being married, having a partner by your side, someone you could lean on when things got tough. you thought about warm nurseries, family gatherings, and laughter. Not this—being stranded on a distant planet, surrounded by cold metal walls, with the father of your child barely able to tolerate you.
The thought of Yun Jae made the tears come harder. you didn’t want to admit it, but a part of you had always cared about his opinion, even when you claimed to hate him. And now, the idea of raising this child alone, of carrying this weight by myself, was unbearable
The days blurred together, and you kept your distance from Yun Jae. you didn’t start conversations—not with him. When he spoke to you, it was only about the mission.
When it came to meals, you continued your routine of avoidance. The smells in the mess hall used to turn your stomach, but now that you was in your second trimester, your nausea had finally eased. you started enjoying food again—more than you ever had before. you were eating everything in sight. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to sit with the crew. You’d grab your plate and retreat to your room or the lab. It was better than facing Yun Jae’s gaze, which had changed in ways you couldn’t understand.
You’d catch him looking at you, his dark eyes fixed on you from across the room. It wasn’t the usual cold glare. There was something else there—concern, maybe. Worry? you wasn’t sure. All you knew was that it made your skin crawl. It made you feel exposed, like he could see everything you were trying so hard to hide.
The lab was eerily quiet after everyone left. you worked in silence, the hum of machinery and the occasional beep from the scanner your only companions. It was better this way—being alone. you could focus on your work without the weight of their stares or the hushed conversations that sometimes carried your name when they thought you weren't listening.
Before leaving, Ha-neul had paused by your workstation, her gaze lingering with concern.
“Y/N, do you want me to bring you a plate?” she asked, her voice gentle but persistent.
“I’m not hungry,” you replied curtly, not looking up from my work.
She hesitated but eventually nodded, joining the others as they filed out of the lab. The door hissed shut behind them, and you sighed, grateful for the solitude.
Minutes passed, maybe longer. you was deep in analysis, your hands deftly adjusting the settings on the equipment, when the door opened again. you ignored it, assuming someone had forgotten something.
It wasn’t until a plate slid onto the desk beside you that you stopped.
You blinked at it, the steam from the food curling up in delicate tendrils. Slowly, you lifted your head, your eyes meeting Yun Jae’s. He stood there, his expression unreadable, though there was a flicker of worry in his usually sharp features. In his other hand, he held a second plate—his own, you assumed.
“Eat,” he said simply, his tone firm but not unkind.
“I’m not hungry,” you shot back, your voice colder than you intended. You turned my attention back to my work, determined to ignore him.
But then, as if on cue, your stomach betrayed you with a loud, unmistakable growl.
You froze, heat creeping up your neck.
When you glanced back at him, he was smirking faintly, the corner of his mouth tugged up in amusement. Without a word, he sat down beside you, placing his own plate on the desk and beginning to eat, his movements unhurried.
“Eat,” he repeated, pushing your plate closer to you.
You scowled, reluctant but too hungry to argue with your body. Picking up a fork, you took a small bite, chewing slowly as you tried to focus back on your work.
“What are you doing here?” you asked after a moment, your tone flat as you glanced at him.
“I want to talk,” he replied, his focus seemingly on his food.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you said, taking another small bite, though your eyes never left the screen in front of you.
He didn’t respond immediately, and for a while, the only sound between you was the scrape of utensils against plates. But you could feel his gaze on you, studying you like he was trying to piece together a puzzle.
“Why are you avoiding me?” he said finally, his voice quieter but no less direct.
You didn’t answer, refusing to look at him.
“Why do you keep acting like this?” he pressed, his tone teetering between frustration and concern.
“I’m not acting like anything,” you snapped, dropping your fork onto the plate with a clatter. “I’m working, Yun Jae. If you’re done eating, you can leave.”
He exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. For a moment, you thought he might argue, but instead, he reached out and pushed his plate closer to mine, his movements slow and deliberate.
“Eat,” he said again, his voice quieter now, almost gentle, as if he knew how close you were to snapping but didn’t want to push you further.
Then, without another word, he stood and left the lab, the door hissing shut behind him. The sound lingered in the air, leaving an emptiness you couldn’t shake.
You stared at the two plates of food in front of you, your appetite wavering despite the persistent gnawing in your stomach. His plate sat there, untouched except for the few bites he’d taken, a silent gesture that felt heavier than it should have.
For a moment, you felt the weight of it all press down on me—the loneliness, the tension between you, the secret you were carrying that was slowly changing everything. My fingers tightened around the fork as you fought back the emotion rising in your chest.
The food blurred in front of you, and you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to breathe. you hated this—hated how he always seemed to know when to show up, hated the way he lingered in your thoughts even when you wanted to forget him. Most of all, you hated the way his quiet actions, like leaving his plate behind, managed to make you feel so unsteady.
Finally, you forced yourself to take another bite, chewing slowly as you tried to focus on the work in front of you. But no matter how much you tried to ignore it, the two plates beside each other felt like a conversation left unfinished, one that you wasn’t sure you was ready to have.
The kitchen was dimly lit, the soft hum of the ship's systems the only sound in the background. you shuffled quietly, rubbing your eyes and trying not to make too much noise. Hunger clawed at you, relentless and impossible to ignore. Sleep wasn’t going to come until you satisfied it.
After searching through the shelves, you finally found something that looked promising—a container of fruit, sealed tightly with a stubborn lid. you gripped it with both hands, bracing it against your body as you twisted, but it wouldn’t budge. Frustration built with each attempt, the hunger making your movements clumsier.
Unbeknownst to you, Yun Jae had been there the whole time, leaning casually against the counter with his hands in his pockets. He watched silently as you struggled, his cold, observant gaze fixed on you.
“Do you want some help?” his voice cut through the silence suddenly, calm and steady as always.
The sound startled you so badly that the container slipped from your hands, hitting the floor with a loud clatter. My heart jumped, and you spun around to glare at him.
“God, Yun Jae!” you hissed, clutching my chest as if that could steady my racing heart.
He didn’t flinch, didn’t apologize for startling you. He just stood there, his expression unreadable as his eyes shifted briefly to the container on the floor.
You stayed quiet, refusing to look at him directly. Instead, you bent down, picking up the container with shaky hands. Your face burned with embarrassment, but you ignored it, turning your back to him and trying once again to open the lid.
It was no use. No matter how hard you tried, the lid wouldn’t move. And then, without realizing it, you felt the tears start to fall.
At first, you didn’t notice them, too focused on your stubborn attempts to twist the lid. But soon, the drops blurred your vision, slipping down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. Your hands trembled as you tried to compose myself, but the harder you fought, the more the tears came.
It wasn’t the lid. It wasn’t even the hunger. It was everything. The pregnancy, the isolation, the weight of being stranded on this alien planet. The fact that you were carrying this alone, with no one to lean on.
Before you could spiral further, you felt strong arms wrap around you from behind, firm yet gentle.
You froze, your breath hitching as Yun Jae carefully took the container from your hands and placed it on the counter nearby. Then, without a word, he pulled you closer, his arms circling you in a quiet but steady embrace.
The warmth of his presence broke something in you. you let out a shuddering sob, your body trembling as the floodgates opened completely.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and calm as his hand came up to gently rub your arm. “Let it out.”
His tone wasn’t soft or warm—he wasn’t the type—but there was something in his voice, a quiet steadiness, that made you feel like you didn’t have to hold everything together for once.
He turned you around slowly, guiding you until your forehead was pressed against his chest. His hand slid to the small of your back, holding you close, while his other hand rested lightly on the back of your head, his fingers brushing through your hair.
“You don’t have to do this alone,” he said, his words deliberate, almost hesitant.
You didn’t respond, couldn’t. you just stayed there, your face buried in his chest as the tears came harder.
He held you through it all, his hand moving gently along your back in a soothing rhythm. “Calm down,” he said quietly. “You’re okay. It’s going to be okay.”
Minutes passed like this—his steady presence anchoring you as you slowly began to calm down. The tears slowed, your breathing evened out. you realized, almost absently, that your arms had wrapped around his torso, holding onto him without even thinking about it.
When you finally pulled away, he let you go, though his hands lingered for a moment as if making sure you was steady. His eyes met mine, and for the first time, you saw something different in them—something softer, more vulnerable.
“You’ve been holding this in for too long,” he said, his tone still calm but edged with something you couldn’t quite place.
You wiped at your face, refusing to meet his gaze. “I don’t need your pity,” you muttered under your breath.
“Gosh, Y/N, this isn’t pity,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “Why do you always have to be in denial?”
Silence stretched between you before he broke it.
“For twenty years, I’ve kept my distance,” he began, his voice quieter now. “Your father—he was the closest thing I had to a hero. He taught me everything, and when you joined the organization, I told myself I’d protect you. For him.”
You glanced up at him, startled by the admission. He looked away briefly, as if uncomfortable with saying it aloud.
“But I didn’t know how,” he continued, his voice steady again. “You were reckless, stubborn—always throwing yourself into danger without thinking.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off.
“And I—” He hesitated, his jaw tightening. “I didn’t know how to handle it. Or you. You weren’t just some kid anymore. Not to me.”
My breath caught, but you stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.
“You were twenty when I started noticing,” he said, his tone cool but deliberate. “But you were too young, and I couldn’t—” He shook his head. “I couldn’t let myself feel that way. So I kept my distance. I thought it was better that way.”
Confused by his words, you frowned. “Wait, you don’t understand. What are you trying to say?”
He hesitated for a moment, looking away as if gathering his courage. When his eyes finally met yours again, they were filled with an intensity that made your breath catch. “I have feelings for you, Y/N,” he said, his voice low but steady.
You froze, completely shocked by the confession. He continued, his words tumbling out as if they’d been bottled up for too long. “I started falling for you when you joined the organization. At first, it felt wrong—I thought I shouldn’t feel that way. So I tried to keep your distance, to be cold with you. You’re your mentor’s daughter, and you’re so much younger than me. I mean—I'm ancient, as you call me.” He chuckled softly, and despite myself, you found the corners of your mouth twitching upward.
“And it’s true,” he added, his tone gentler now. “At times, I thought of you like a kid. I felt like I owed your father everything, and protecting you was my way of honoring him.”
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before he continued. “But you’re not a kid anymore.” His gaze held mine, steady and unflinching. “You’re a woman. And now…” His eyes flickered briefly to your stomach, his expression softening. “Now, you’re carrying a life.”
Before you could respond, he turned, grabbed the container from the counter, and opened it effortlessly. He handed it back to you without a word, his expression unreadable.
You took it, your back turning to him as you started eating quietly, savoring the fruit. But then, you felt his arms wrap around you again, this time from behind.
His hand moved to rest gently on your belly, his fingers brushing against the curve. “It’s gotten big,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost contemplative. “How the hell have you been hiding this?”
You laughed softly despite myself, shaking your head. “Baggy clothes.”
His hand moved in slow, soothing circles, and for the first time, you let yourself relax into his touch. You stayed like that for a while, the silence between you comfortable and unspoken. Once you were done eating, and since neither of you could sleep, you wandered to the balcony.
We sat there until sunrise, talking about everything—the baby, potential names, your relationship.
For the first time, you didn’t feel like he was treating you like a kid.
“I love Mark Lee”
— Everyone at some point in their life
me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:
like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together
while i’m on the topic of study sessions, you have your own place, and satoru still stays in the dorms for some reason, but he’s always at your apartment.
your parents are kind enough to help you with the place, wanting you to be comfortable while focusing on your education.
it starts off small, a few of his things left behind. maybe a shirt or two, ones you can sleep in. they smell just like the cologne he uses—warm vanilla, a hint of sandalwood—and you routinely give them back to him so they don’t lose his scent.
then it moves further, you’ve got a whole drawer dedicated to his clothing in your dresser. some of his favorite hoodies and sweaters are in your closet, and he’s got his own toothbrush. he brought other toiletries but still uses your soap and shampoo cos he likes the smell of you.
then next thing you know, he’s staying multiple nights in a row, using the excuse of giving his roommate space. then he’s there every night, even on the days he’s got classes, because you live close to campus, so to him it’s not a long distance.
he’s basically ditched his dorm at this point, even your neighbors know him and are friendly. he’s got his own spot for his books and things. everything just comes together, like you’ve always lived together.
you guys talk about getting a bigger place but enjoy the small, cozy comfort your place brings. you’re in no rush, though, things are okay as long as you have each other.
Me and the jjk fans: GOJOU'S EYESSSSS
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