Scarlet Eyes (Gojo Satoru x OC)

❦ XLIII. domestic life

I'm continually updating Kumori's profile. I just added a piece of artwork if you want to check it out. I also realized I didn't explain her domain expansion and it's very confusing actually.

It was rare that Kumori and Gojo could feel the bliss of domestic life in their shaman days. It was rare enough to go to bed with the other alongside them, waking up together wasn't a common occurrence either. Whether it be because the latter couldn't sleep, but most of the time it was work keeping them away from each other, the couple had learn to cherish the small 'normal' moments they are allowed.

Surprisingly, it was Gojo who disappeared from the bed more often than her even though he enjoyed to stay in bed more. If he deemed the day unimportant he'd try to stay in longer, but she never joined him. Those days she had to drag him out of bed. But Gojo couldn't get out of missions.

So when Kumori rolled over in bed hoping if today was one of those days he didn't have those missions, her stomach sunk just a bit to find that it wasn't. Her hand was the first to move, grabbing a handful of his side of the bed. Her body was tired from the missions and teaching she was given the day before, going to bed in the wee hours of the night. She crept in slowly, her feet balancing on shadows as she made her way to the bed. Gojo was surprisingly asleep for once, a arm over his face, his wrist positioned over his eyes.

Kumori was happy he was getting sleep. It was a luxury he wasn't accustomed to, and he made up for it by taking in unhealthy amounts of sweets. She couldn't really judge him though since she did the same thing with coffee. She watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, and went to sleep that way.

Kumori blinked a sixteenth of her sleep away. Her scarlet eyes allowed her to detect that the sun hadn't yet raised itself meaning that she had at least another two hours of sleep to recuperate from the day before. She was a bit disappointed that she wouldn't be able to languish it with her partner. And today was her break day as well.

She pawed his side of his bed for a bit, realizing that it was still warm. Kumori shuffled her body to take in the remnants of his warmth, snuggling her face in between their two pillows. She knew she was the cold one in this relationship and didn't nearly express her love for him as much as he did. Kumori could only hope that he knew how much she loved him as she breathed in his scent that stuck to his side.

The haze of sleep was strong enough for her to not notice the shadow in the doorway, a shoulder leaning on the frame as he stared at her snuggling form, her eyes blissfully shut as she tried to weasel her way into his side to make up for their lost time.

It was moments like this where Gojo thanked his family for giving his six eyes gift, and her as his bride. His eyes had trouble going to sleep since it took in so much information daily but it also allowed him to take in every piece of her. He was glad he wouldn't miss a single turn.

His heart warmed as he watched his kuudere for a lover snuggle into his side. In truth he didn't mind the arrangement they had for themselves. He enjoyed showing his love so affectionately even if it wasn't her love language. But seeing a sight like this was just another reminder that she feels the same for him even if she doesn't express it openly.

"Kumori," he whispered quietly, lightly cupping her cheek with his left hand. He rarely ever said her real name opting for more playful nicknames. But when he did there was a sense of intimacy out of something so simple.

She opened her eyes a bit, a mere streak of glowing red underneath dark lashes. It was like a part of her didn't believe that he was truly there, choosing to not herself to fully wake her up.

"Satoru?" She blinked twice like it would make a difference. Sure her eyes weren't as powerful as his but they couldn't mislead her.

"Hey, I just got up for a second to make coffee. It's–"