MY HUSBANDS: megumi x y/n x satoru.

.GOJO.

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GOJO

I couldn't feel anything. My senses were losing. I didn't know how to feel, or what to feel. A single beep ringing in my ears, as if my joys were forced to disappear, one by one...

 I'd punished geto to his place of heaven or hell, either of which was not in my hand to keep him safe. Her caresses bought me to still world. What was over was over, I wanted to feel, only her caresses. Her little fingers running through my hair.  wanting them to stay there forever.

"how long have I stayed here y/n?" I shuffle from her. Realizing I dozed off on her lap.  In her room,  on her bed, she was asleep. I didn't know if I could laugh after what I did, but I am now. smiling at her silly self. sleeping so unaware of who's staring at her, looking so beautifully adorable. No wonder why megumi would-

 my head ached with a pang of disappointment rushing my heart into despair. it was probably alcohol but still... She'd just agreed to be with me. I've seen them both, the way they look at each other. Both of them never wanting to tell each other, but why..?

She shuffled, her little gasp, " gojo...!" her cheeks tinting red, but her fingers immediately move to caress my hair.  

I hum closing my eyes, "did I disturb your sleep?" her scent as addictive as her caresses. It was morning, but the sun wasn't out yet.

 I was too engaged to find out what time it was. all I wanted was to sit with her, babying me. while I watch her tiny form.

"no,... not at all. Did you sleep well?" her hand slid down resting on my shoulder to open my eyes. I don't remember last time, when I had been treated this well. The feeling of someone caring for me perhaps is foreign ...far unimaginable.   

I tend to be gentle to her, cuz she deserves it. Her life, surely fucked up as mine. And so is still the same. ... From the moment she came to jujutsu high, till the moment I'm here with her, I have only thought of her as a fragile doll. But with explicit powers.

 Her innocence, her sweet -naughty words could send anyone's brain into  possessive drive. She had cried countless times on my shoulder while training for her powers. She had shared her memories, that tend to shake her to cores. I remember  the times when I tucked her to bed after she cried till mess. she was beautiful back then and is continues to stay beautiful yet. her playfulness, an armor over all the pain she suffered. i liked her back then...and I love her now..

 I had seen her how she built them into powers and stood equally as strong as me. 

But I bet I could win anyway~,  but she had never seen my vulnerable side. I was never vulnerable, until today. It must be so new for her to see me like this. And yet she is returning my favor very well...this vulnerability was new for me too..

I nod at her question, lost in thoughts of her. I've always thought people are scared of me, either of how strong I am or because of my odd looks, or sometimes both. Not that I hate it. I love~being strong, and to be intimidating. BUT I wanted to know how she thought of me...

" am I scary y/n..?" I blurt,

"huh?" 

I chuckle, it took her off guard. 

"You heard me" I sit up. Digging my hand under her legs, pulling her up on my lap, setting her both legs on one side. Her pleasant weight dragged, settling on me, charging me with heat.  I couldn't stop thinking of how good she felt. I cornered it. She is my sweet little kitten. And I will have my time with her, later or now. I had enough time, but I wanted to know if she was ready to accept me.