❝𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮?❞
A jujutsu kaisen fan-fiction of our beloved Fushiguro Toji.
As a college student in your senior year, you decided to take a part-time job as a math tutor to pay off...
The room was dark and quiet. You continued to lay on pins and needles. The unrelenting nagging in your stomach continued to torment you; you ride the wave of nausea. Sleep now out of reach because your mind, currently a slave to your thoughts. You continued to brood over your incredulous words that came out of that treacherous mouth of yours.
"OH MY GOD, TOJI!"
"Toji? Is that one of those characters that you simp over?" Satoru's movements slow down a bit, "You need to stop watching so much anime with Utahime. But if you wanna role-play, I guess I'm not against it.~"
Satoru lays on top of you now, his head just underneath your sternum and his arm pressed against the side of your body. You run a hand through his white hair as you watched him in his peaceful slumber.
You close your eyes again, hoping to doze off but sleep doesn't come. So you open your eyes to find that this nightmare was reality. The outlandish thoughts continue to play in your head: Does he know? How could he not know? Didn't you just give yourself away? Will he wake up to confront you? Or maybe he's waiting till tomorrow. Maybe he doesn't know. Maybe he wasn't kidding about what he said. Maybe he really thinks Toji is just an anime character.
You sigh inwardly. The guilt-ridden feeling clawing at your chest. Satoru, so trusting that even after you say someone else's name in bed, doing one of the most intimate activities a couple can do, and the guy seems to find an excuse for you. And what's worse is that you corroborate it.
Your gaze flows down to your boyfriend again and he begins to stir a bit. Your heart-rate now accelerating as the unwanted thoughts fester in your mind for the umpteenth time. Satoru lifts his head up and your eyes want to gape with dread.
"Why are you still up?" The male yawns, his eyes heavy.
"I can't sleep..."
He then sits up and scoots his shirtless self next to you, his back pressing against the headboard. He pats his clothed thigh, gesturing for you to lay on him and you do as he says. You plant your head gently on his lap, facing him. Satoru brings a hand to the nape of your hair, he drags his nails softly against your skin. Running his fingers up towards your scalp and back down; he repeats this motion. You sigh with satisfaction and your lids begin to droop. Sleep now knocking at your door. You bring a finger to play along the crevices of his abdominal muscles and he lets you, even if it tickles him. It was way past the wee hours of the morning and he wanted to help you sleep.
You feel a sense of relief and nestle closer against him. Soon enough your eyes close and your breathing deepens.
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A couple days have past since Satoru came back. The sun was out and a myriad of white cotton drifted slowly across the azure sky; the perfect weather for a picnic. You had your legs spread across the soft gingham blanket that laid atop the sod of a nearby park. The male currently laying in between your legs as you continued to play with his hair.
