Our Blue Spring- Satoru Gojo x Reader

Reconnecting

It was still pouring rain as you continued kissing underneath the moonlight before reluctantly pulling away for air.

Nothing was said, nobody spoke. The sounds of the party going on are muffled as you two stood in your own bubble. It's like the rest of the universe doesn't exist. Satoru could die a happy man right now, keeping you close to his chest, silently worshiping your delicate and angelic features.

You feel shy under his gaze, your cheeks flushing the more he looks at you. There wasn't a single ounce of hatred in his eyes. He didn't curse you or belittle you for leaving. He thanked you for coming back. You didn't expect it. He waited for you for 7 years. He was completely devoted. Even if you never came back, you're sure he would die before giving his heart to another. In his mind, nobody was qualified enough to have his heart besides you. His heart only wanted you.

It was so overwhelming, you began to cry, but he didn't yell. He didn't tell you to stop crying. He didn't tell you that you had no reason to be crying, you shouldn't be upset because you were the one who left. No, he didn't do any of that.

"I'm so sorry. I don't even know what to say. I'm so humiliated. I'm so sorry for leaving. I shouldn't have done that. I was stupid." You spoke between gasps and choked sobs which only made his chest hurt. No matter what, he'd always care for you. No matter how many times you leave, tell him it won't work out or distance yourself, he'd welcome you right back home with open arms because his embrace is your home.

"Shh, it's okay, don't cry." He gently pulls you closer towards him, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears with the pads of his thumb, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Aren't you mad? How do you not hate me?" You looked up at him with a look he knew all too well. Glassy eyed, cheeks stained with tear streaks, and swollen lips as you let out small huffs, trying to control your emotions and steady your breathing.

"I'm not mad. I could never hate you. You could tell me 100 times over that you want nothing to do with me and I wouldn't stop loving you."

"But I left you."

"And you came back. That's all that matters."

Hearing him say that made guilt wash over your body, hitting you like a truck. There are still many unresolved problems in your life. You can't promise to stay by his side, but you'll try.

"Where are you staying tonight?" He asks, playing with the ends of your now wet hair, a habit he never let go of.

"Shoko's."

"Tell her you're coming with me. We have a lot to talk about."

You nod as he takes your hand, leading you away from the party to the train station.

His fingers lace with yours so perfectly, almost engulfing your hand entirely. You missed the feeling of being with him, next to him.

"So tell me.." He began.

"Hm?"

"Why'd you leave?" The question came out calmly, but in reality, his heart is racing, dying to know.

"I had some personal issues that I needed to resolve."

He looks down at you and cracks a small smile.

"Cmon, don't you think I deserve an explanation? I wanna know everything that happened while you were gone."
You furrow your brows, unsure of how to put it in words without making yourself out to be an idiot.

"I felt stuck."

"In our relationship?"

"No, not at all. That was what delayed my move in the first place."

He nods at your words, putting a hand on the small of your back as he leads you into the train. You both sit down and he drapes an arm around you, leaning your head on his chest.

"Go on."

"Being a jujutsu sorcerer wasn't for me. It wasn't the kind of life I wanted. I felt that by staying in Japan, working in that field I would regret not pursuing what I wanted in the first place."

"And what was that?" He made sure to be attentive while you spoke, wanting to really grasp what motivated you to pack up and disappear for all this time.

"Fashion. I had dreamed of becoming a fashion designer for years. Originally, I only planned to stay in Japan for 1-2 years to practice sorcery upon my parents request, but then I met you and it prompted me to stay longer. I watched too many things happen, lost people right before my eyes. And each time it did, I started to wonder if that was really what I wanted to continue doing for a lifetime before making the decision to move and pursue my dreams. I applied for a job in America, they accepted, offered to fly me out, so I took the deal. It was an opportunity I felt I couldn't pass up."

"Couldn't you have talked it out with me? We could've figured something out. I wouldn't have a problem moving to be with you."

While he understands where you're coming from and doesn't blame you one bit because if you're happy, then he's happy, it just hurt him a little to hear that you couldn't go to him about it.

"That's the problem. I knew you would drop everything to be with me, but it wouldn't be the right thing for you to do. You're needed here. You're the strongest. Who knows what could've possibly happened if you decided to come with me? We had two different things going for us in life. It just wouldn't work out."

He doesn't know how to respond. You're right and he can't deny that.

"I get it. So, what do you do for work?"

"I have my own clothing line."

"Really? And how's that going?"

"Amazing. It's gotten pretty big. I'm surprised you haven't heard about it. It's why I flew back in the first place. My manager thought it'd be a good idea to expand the company worldwide."

"Huh? Good for you. I'm proud of you. I couldn't possibly blame you for leaving if it were to follow your passion and make a good living out of it."

"So you're saying you would be mad at me if I had any other reason?" You say, sarcastically, knowing he would still love you no matter the reason.

"Yup. I would fall in love with another and forget about you." He laughs, darting his tongue out and poking at your side, making you jolt.

"Stop tickling me!" You laugh in between breaths and attempt to claw at his wrist.

The sounds of both your laughter fill the quiet train. Some people turn to look at you, but neither of you care. You've missed being able to laugh and smile with each other after so long.

"Okay, okay, try to sleep for a little while. You're probably tired since you flew in early in the morning and the train won't get to Tokyo for another hour and a half." He says, releasing the hold he had on your sides to tuck you comfortably into him like he used to.

You happily curl into him, attempting to make yourself as warm as possible with his body heat. You're completely worn out and he realizes that.

Immediately, you're fast asleep. Your breathing is heavy as your chest heaves up and down, enjoying the familiarity and comfort of his hold.

He strokes strands of hair away to get a better look at your face. He traces his thumb along your cheek, over your plump lips down to your jawline before pulling out his phone and taking a picture. He wants to remember this.