epilogue ; okinawa

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(im sorry but i love okinawa 😋😋 W place u should all visit / also ty for 35k !!! mwah mwah luv u all)

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(3 months later)

the water around me shimmered and the coldness of it was one of the few things that kept me awake, though it wasn't hard to relax.

i floated in the ocean on my back, staring at the sun through my sunglasses. i remembered a dream that i had had about this place not long ago, where suguru, shoko, and i had all been on vacation together. no sorcery, no missions. it was just us. i met y/n here as well. she was as beautiful as the first time that we met, and i remembered how easily i fell in love with her.

thinking about the dream again, i pulled my sunglasses off of my face and turned my head to find her. she was right where she was when i left, wearing the same swimsuit from my dream, sitting in her chair with a book in her hand, relaxed under an umbrella. and though she looked to have her attention on the text, i saw her eyes that darted up to me once in a while, paired with her trapping her bottom lip in between her teeth.

i smiled to myself, seeing that she seemed to be enjoying the honeymoon just as much as i had been. i turned back to find my foot on the ocean floor. the water barely reached my waist, but it soon diseappeared to just under my feet as i walked back to shore and trekked back through the sand to where y/n sat.

i stood at the end of her chair, staring at her over the brim of my sunglasses with a smirk.

"i caught you staring at me from all the way over here," i said knowingly.

"you're saying that like it's a bad thing?" y/n replied, sliding a bookmark into place and setting her book down beside her.

"normally, it wouldn't be. but you should know that i'm on my honeymoon right now."

"oh?"

i hummed with a grin and moved to settle on the chair with her, with one of my knees in between her legs and my hands pressed into the chair on either side of her.

"well, your wife is a very lucky woman." she trailed her hands up my arms and settled them on either side of my face, pulling me down closer.

"so am i," i replied, leaning into her touch and closing the distance.

the silver band on her finger shined brightly and reflected back onto my skin, leaving a warm print behind.

even though it was our thousandth time kissing like we had, i was obsessed with it, and swore that every time felt like our first. she always fit so perfectly with me and i could never get enough of her eyelashes fluttering against my face or her fingers running through the short hairs at the back of my neck.

she held onto me like i was the last beat of her heart, or it was as if she moved her hands too quickly i'd vanish.

which was amazingly the same reason that i had begun to open my eyes and see her easily falling into me. i wanted to know that she was still in front of me.

i couldn't say it out loud, but part of me enjoyed the fact that she was human now. i liked knowing that people could see her as i did, which meant i could be as possessive as i wanted. it was stupid and pointless, but i always imagined being together on the beach like that, or going on a shopping trip. i wanted people to see my arms around her. i wanted them to see her hand in mine. i wanted to them to see my lips with hers and know that they would never have what we had. nobody would.

"what are you thinking about?" she whispered to me, resting her forehead against mine and pulling my sunglasses off.

"just some stuff," i shrugged.

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