REMEMBER ME ᝰ s. gojo ✓

in my eyes

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CHAPTER 7 - IN MY EYES
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HE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. Even saying that in my head feels unreal. The one and only Gojo Satoru has stolen my heart, and I have no intention of asking for it back.

I love everything about him. How he teases me. How he looks at me. How he says my name, and how enticing it sounds as it rolls easily off his tongue as if he owns it.

I love the way his hair hangs over me when he leans down to kiss me. The way his tall, broad build holds me close, his thin arms encasing me tightly. I love how safe I feel in his grasp.

I adore the way he smiles. He starts with a slanted smirk, the right side of his mouth lifting higher than the other. Then the left side mirrors the right, and his grin spreads into a full-fledge beam. Unveiling like a sealed envelope.

I love his laugh. I love it so much. He tends to make himself laugh more than anyone, which ironically makes his laugh sound more genuine.

I love the way Gojo cares for me. Despite what others may think, he's a soft-hearted boy. He does little things for me that mean a lot.

I love everything he does. Everything he says. I love him.

I love him.

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"Oh man, y/n." Gojo peeked into her room, holding a tray of warm soup and a glass of water. "You look like you're fighting curses!"

The sickly girl glared at him as she sat up straight in her bed, legs criss-crossed. With a cold patch attached to her forehead and her body swallowed by blankets, y/n sniffed and sneezed into her mask while her boyfriend placed the tray beside her bed.

"Just looking at you drowning in those fuzzy blankets in the summertime is making ME hot...Hotter than I already am, of course." He sparkled, dramatically running his slender fingers through his white hair to push it out of his face.

Y/n managed a small giggle, but a throaty cough followed shortly after.

Gojo let out a pitying coo. "Awww baby." He sat on her bed beside her. He removed the patch from above her brows and opened a new one. "I'll take care of you." He whispered, patting a new blue patch onto her head.

Y/n's eye looked distant and sad. It was obvious she hated being sick. Her limbs felt weak, her body was freezing, and her mind was exhausted.

Gojo moved y/n's hair so that it was behind her shoulders. "...This sucks...

I can't kiss you."

Y/n's heart jumped. "...That's...your concern?" She chuckled hoarsely.

The boy kicked his legs up onto the bed, laying on his back and placing his head in his girlfriends lap. He grabbed her right hand and placed it over his chest, fiddling with her fingers. "Well I wanna kiss you even if you are sick, but I know you'd be too worried about my health to do so!" He pouted like a child.

She let out a playful sigh. "We can't both...get sick."
Y/n whispered.

Gojo stayed silent, sinking into her. "...Yeah..."

Letting silence swallow the room, y/n couldn't take her eyes away from him. It looked like Gojo started to fall asleep, his lids fluttering closed and his head slowly turning into her right thigh.

Suddenly, Gojo was awakened as y/n put a mask over his mouth. She slipped the strings behind his ears, adjusted the covering over his nose and chin, then...

leaned down and pressed her mask-covered lips over his.

His eyes shot open wide and his ears couldn't resist turning a bright red.

She pulled away, sitting up straight. From her lap, Gojo could see her eyes start to smile. "...Not as good...but it'll do...for now...Till I get...better." She muttered.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Sato—"

Gojo quickly sat up, turned around to face her, cupped her head and smashed his mouth into hers. Nothing but fabric could be felt on their lips, yet somehow, it still made their cheeks burst into flames and their stomachs erupt with butterflies.

He pulled away and gave her multiple small kisses—on her forehead, neck, collarbone. Giggling, y/n tried pushing him away. "Satoru!" She laughed.

He laughed too, eventually realizing how silly the situation was and letting his head fall into the left crook of her neck

Gojo never failed to make me feel loved. I always felt accepted by him. Admired. Cherished. Valued...

In my eyes,
he is perfect.

In my eyes,
no one can compare.

In my eyes,
he deserves the world and all
the happiness that comes
with it.

In my eyes,

he is my home.

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