Challenge | Gojo Satoru

5

Paperwork was the worst, Satoru decided. It was so dull and pointless. At least on missions he could improve the world, but sitting at his desk and filing paperwork had no use.

He sighed as he signed at the bottom of yet another form before setting the pen down. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out.

Shoko had messaged, saying she had just given you treatment. You had been in critical condition when you were delivered to her. 

Satoru immediately teleported to your room, where Shoko had left you. You were asleep in your bed, sheets pulled up to your chin. Your hair was splayed across your pillow and your hand was hanging off the bed.

"The fuck happened to you?" Satoru asked, sitting on the ground next to your bed. "You look terrible."

You couldn't hear him, so he was pretty much just talking to himself. Nonetheless, Satoru continued speaking.

"Was the curse bad? It must've been if you're this beaten up. I know you're strong," Satoru babbled on. "There's no way you'd let some weak curse get the drop on you. On our first day of school you proved you were strong."

He gazed at you, noticing how your lips twitched in your sleep. Maybe it was a nightmare. Maybe you were a sleep talker.

"I always admired you, y'know?" Satoru rambled on, pushing some of his hair out of his face. "I still do. You're a great sorcerer. You're... great in general."

You shifted in your sleep, and your hand grazed his shoulder. He flinched away before propping himself up against the wall.

"Shit, I dunno." Satoru frowned to himself, looking down at his hand. When had he fallen in love with you? He had always liked you, but lately you were all that was on his mind. You were all he thought about, all the time. "Ah, fuck."

This was bad. He could handle just liking you. That was fine. He would just tease you a little. But being in love with you? Satoru had no idea how to go forwards with this.

Maybe if he asked really nicely, you'd marry him.

"Well, honey?" Satoru flicked his eyes to you. Over your face. To your lips. "I still need a nickname for you."

He'd tried doll, darling, honey, and none of them fit. He'd even tried bitch, but that just ended with him spitting blood into a sink.

He should really stop letting you through Infinity.

But fuck, if he didn't crave your touch. He spent a good twenty minutes every morning staring into a mirror, telling himself to get a grip.

Then you cuddled him in your sleep, and when he woke up he thought his heart was about to explode. Then fucking Megumi and Yuji disturbed the two of you.

"You're gonna be the one that kills me. I'd do anything to see you smile, and I'd let you kill me," he muttered. "And you want to, too. You really want to kill me."

Your hand moved slightly, fingers flexing. Your head lifted off the pillow before you groaned and let it fall back.

"You're awake!" Satoru grinned, masking his panic behind a facade of giddiness. Had you heard any of it? Any of his ranting? "How're ya feeling?"

"Like shit," you muttered, blinking say the residues of sleep. Your eyes were glazed over as you stared at him, lips twisted into a frown. "What... What happened?"

"Broke your leg." Satoru tapped your left leg. "Got covered in burns too. Most of your skin had peeled off."

Your lip curled at that and you glanced down at your arms. Satoru wondered briefly what was going through your head before you spoke, relieving him of the stress of needing to know.