In Your Arms

Part 1

A/N: The premise for this story is that you ad Satoru are married after teaching at the same school together for years. You'd recently given birth and as such, placed on maternity leave. This however, meant that Satoru had to take on your missions as compensation for your absence in addition to teaching both the first and third years. This resulted in him being unable to spend much time with you and your daughter Yumiko. You are currently heading to the school for a meeting with principal Masamichi Yaga, hoping you wouldn't have to encounter your husband today of all days. Why? Well, you'd been feeling particularly needy as of late and it embarrassed you because if you were to see Satoru, you were certain he'd figure it out almost immediately. Any who, enough said. Proceed with your reading. ~ Cookie

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You entered the Jujutsu Tech school yard with Yumiko-who was surprisingly wide awake-strapped to your chest. As soon as you had passed through the barrier, it felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. As you walked, you admired the lush green wildlife that permeated the otherwise, immaculate compound. A slight smile crept onto your lips upon spotting the first and second years in the training yard. You waved as you passed by, noting that they were in the midst of what looked to be a sparring session. The students waved back, Nobara, in particular, seeming overly excited when she spotted the infant you were carrying. 

'Oh? She likes babies? I guess I'll have to swing by after my meeting with principal Yaga.'

You tapped a finger against your lips as your train of thought continued. 

'Speaking of him, I wonder what he wants...Maybe he's planning to ask me to come back to work?'

You shook your head to dispel those notions and entered the main building, sighing in relief as the buildings cool shade encompassed you, soothing your warm skin. You looked down at Yumiko, hearing her yawn softly before laying her head on your chest and closing her eyes. While she dosed, you headed into the corridor on the left and continued your hunt for the main office.

You halted, noticing a familiar figure standing further down the hallway. He was wearing his teaching uniform with the exception of the black jacket and his blindfold. In favour of them, he sported sunglasses and a fitted, plain black tee that accentuated the firm muscle adorning his lean frame. Doesn't he have a mission? Your brows furrowed in question as he began walking towards you, his relaxed gait giving nothing away. Stopping in front of you, he slipped his right hand out of his pocket and brought it up to caress your cheek and tilt your head up, allowing your eyes to meet his over the rim of his glasses. He smiled wordlessly as his eyes roved your face. You managed to hold eye contact for a few seconds, accidentally getting lost in his cerulean gaze. You were abruptly yanked out of your reverie when he began leaning in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as your mind began racing to come up with an aversion to his affections when suddenly you struck gold. You turned your head so the kiss landed on your cheek, and stepped away from him, ignoring his shocked and puzzled expression before continuing your trek down the hall to principal Yaga's office. 

Satoru could've easily caught up to you, both of you knew that. However, he could see that you weren't particularly happy with him and didn't want to further upset you. Deciding to leave the questions for later, he glanced at your retreating figure again before stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking away. Hopefully, he could also get a chance to spend some time with his daughter if you weren't still upset after your meeting. He sighed, the image of his little one's chubby face and bright eyes taking up residence in his mind as he made his way towards the training grounds. He figured he'd let the students out early since they probably wanted to go see you since you were, after all, their favourite teacher - second to him of course. Running a hand through his messy hair, he exited the main building and strolled onto the field, dropping his worries and putting on his usual carefree façade.