Our Blue Spring- Satoru Gojo x Reader

Late Nights

After a couple minutes, you walk out of the shower with a towel around your body and clothes in hand. Satoru is sitting at the kitchen counter, mindlessly drumming his fingers against the old marble that's lost its previous shine.

"Where can I put these?" You ask, referring to the clothes in your hands.

He perks his head up at the sound of your voice. He was afraid you'd never come out of the bathroom, "I'll put them in the laundry and get you some of my clothes."

He tries to keep his thoughts to himself, but the way you look standing there with your wet hair, nothing except a towel on and water dripping down your shoulders, he's doesn't know how much longer he can hold out before saying something he shouldn't.

"I can put them in the laundry. I remember where it is."

"Oh, okay, sure. I'll just go get you some clothes then."

The air is awkward and tense. There's so much to talk about and you both know it. Despite the intimate moments shared earlier in the night, it's like the weight of the situation has really kicked in now. You can't simply avoid the conversations you're bound to have forever. There's still so much that was left unsaid.

He comes back not long after with a long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of boxers, "Here you go. It was the best I could find."

"You still have this shirt?" You stare down at the item of clothing in your hands, amused by his choice. It was a shirt you gifted him in high school. It definitely doesn't fit anymore with the way his biceps are 3x bigger than they used to be.

He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, watching you intently, picking up on every slight movement. The small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, the glint in your eyes and your lip that's about to bleed from how much you must've picked it in the shower, a nervous habit you used to have and clearly still do.

"Duh, I wasn't just going to toss it out like a candy wrapper," He jokes and laughs lightly, trying to diffuse the tension, "That used to be my favorite shirt."

"Yeah, I remember, but I doubt it fits you now," You shamelessly rove your eyes over his body, not bothering to hide how much you adore his new physique.

He smirks and pushes himself off the wall, walking closer to you. A small part of him expects you to back away and tell him you shouldn't take this any further, but you don't, "Oh? And what are you trying to imply with that?"

"I mean you've been taking care of yourself physically."

A short silence hangs in the air and Satorus smirk doesn't falter, "I guess I have."

You stand there just staring at each other for a couple seconds. You're sure he would've lean down to kiss you if you hadn't spoken up.

"I'm going to go change."

He lets out a disappointed sigh but nods in understanding, "Right."

He watches as you walk to your once shared bedroom before going to sit back down at the kitchen counter. He closes his eyes and leans his forehead on the cold surface beneath him, quietly groaning in frustration. His thoughts wander to what you look like without the towel on, naked in all your glory. The last time he's seen you like that was 7 years ago and he'd be lying if he said there weren't nights where he would fuck his fist to the thought of you. Unfortunately, there's more important things that he needs to focus on. For starters, you're engaged and there's a lot he needs to figure out about you. You're not exactly the same person you were in the past. He can tell some of you has changed amidst the qualities that have remained the same since your parting. He only has 10 days to sort this out and hopefully prevent you from going back home, no matter how selfish it sounds.