When the first meeting satoru Gojo has with a woman known for her strength and calmness even in the most stressful situations. Who's known to be professional with her duties as a jujutsu sorcerer and always has a stoic face..
"Why are you crying?"
"...
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You slowly opened your eyes and a flash of a very bright light formed, making you close your eyes shut again and cover them with your forearm "Back again?" Someone asked, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, you moved your hand from your eyes to that persons hand, you trace every single curve and dip of the hand
And that person let you do so without any problem it seemed, because the person changed their hands position to put their hand horizontally and pressed the side of their pointer finger under the middle of your fingers, they gently pressed their thumb on one of your upper finger joints and lifted your hand.
It seemed they were holding your hand like a prince would a princess, you felt something soft get pressed against your knuckles and a low 'Mwa' sound. The person had kissed your knuckles
You slowly opened your eyes, letting the, adjust to the light this time and you turned your head to the side to see gojo who was kissing your hand with his eyes closed
"How long has it been since I went unconscious?" You asked, you laying in a hospital bed with Gojo by your side being the new norm for you "not long, maybe thirty minutes after I got there." You nodded, it was still the same day "where's aiko?" You asked more concerned for the child's health than your own as you asked about her before you asked what was the state of your body
He started kissing each of your knuckles, taking his time to smother his lips against your hand "She's back with my sister, she didn't have any injuries— not even a scratch, so don't worry" he reassured, as if he already knew what you were worried about
"And what's my condition?" You asked "stable, I healed your ribs. You just needed to wake up and we would be good. So now you can leave" he hummed, not noticing until a few moments earlier that tears were pouring from your eyes
Your tears glistened under the light that reflected off of your face, the light was unusual especially since the night was dark and the curtains were closed.
"Why are you crying?" He asked, a faint sound of worry laced in his voice
His question reminded you of when the two of you first met, when he found you in that empty classroom. All curled up in a ball and crying your eyes out, wearing an outfit that no one could even imagine you wearing
"Why are you crying?" His voice made you jump out of your skin and you looked up from your arms to glance at him; standing at the doorframe with his hands in his pockets
Why was here? Why gojo satoru out of all people? The person with the biggest mouth ever- you wouldn't be able to live with yourself knowing that the people who knew you to be strong and admired you would back away once they knew you were crying all by yourself in the corner of an empty classroom
You choked out a sob "I'm so... weak" you looked at him with watery eyes as your tears dripped from your eyes, across the under of your eye and build up on the lift of your nose bridge "Why am I so weak? Satoru? I'm so weak... so weak..." you repeated the same word over and over again
Gojo only listened to you cry over your lack of strength as he pressed his lips into a fine line, "Aren't you tired of watching after me? Of always having to go pick me up after a mission because I can never keep myself unharmed?" You asked as you sobbed, your throat just puking out more soft hiccups
"Aren't you tired of taking care of the weak? Of taking caring of me?" You closed your eyes and you felt the blanket being slipped off of you as you got lifted from your bed and onto Gojo's lap. Your side leaned against his body, your legs going over the armrest of the chair and your cheek was planted against the crook of his neck
He had an arm wrapped around the curve in your waist and another that was pushing away your tears with his thumb "yeah, maybe I am tired of taking care of the weak— but i'll never get tired of taking care of you, you're not even weak as you call yourself to be. It's not your fault that these markings on your back holds back the power you had made of yourself"
His hand was on your waist went under your shirt and onto your bare back, tracing the skin that was inked of your seal. He had traced his fingertips over it so often that the every curve, line and writing was buried deep into his mind that he didn't even have to look to know where it was located on your back
"You are a genius, but you're a little dumb when it comes to things about yourself" he chuckled and a dry laugh leaves your lips as well "I don't think I'll ever get tired of you really, you are my person, my lady— my woman. You're just for me— and I practically throw myself to you every chance I get, every chance I get.. I want to touch you, even just a little brush against your cheek like this" the tip of his thumb feathered against your cheekbone
"I call everyone weak, I say all those things based off of power but it's different with the people I care about, it's different for you. To me, you are more than what you can or cannot do, you are as much as a mother you are a sorcerer, you are as much of a future wife as you are a sorcerer."
"You're the smartest but you're also the most beautiful in both my own eyes and the six eyes" your cheeks went warm and your ears went red. He grabbed one of your hands and intertwined your fingers
"Maybe to you, you are everything you hate but to me— you are everything I want" "and I can only love you more than yesterday but less than tomorrow"
A low whine leaves his lips "and I'm sorry to ruin this cute moment but your ass is against my dick and it's making me hard" he groans and you laughed when you felt something get hard from beneath your butt
You shook your head as you stood up "do you have any extra clothing?" You asked and he reached into a bag, tossing you one of his sweatpants and shirts
You crossed your arms over one and the other and pinched the rim of your shirt, lifting it— revealing your chest to him
He whistled "they bounced" he noticed and you sent him a glare ____ Author secrets
Y/n does end up changing in front of Gojo, but does she care? No
