| Pinky Promise | S. Gojo x Reader

220: Anyone.

'Wake up, baby.'

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, looking above you to see Satoru smiling at you. His blue eyes look back at you with love as he lightly brushes your cheek with his thumb.

"Morning, sleepy."

You chuckled, groaning as you turned away from him, and he immediately took the opportunity to spoon you from behind. 

"What, you don't want to wake up?"

He gave your shoulder a light squeeze, peppering kisses down your cheek and to your shoulder, where his lips lingered before he eventually pulled back.

"No." You replied, mumbling before a yawn escaped you.

"Too bad, Mrs. Gojo. You need to get to teaching." He lightly nibbled on your ear, which earned a flinch from you. A flinch he was very proud of.

"Oh, all this time we've been together, and you're still so sensitive. You're such a baby." He teased, and you gasped, turning your head to look back at him. "I am not!"

"Really? You're not? Didn't you flinch when I only nibbled on your ear...?" He grinned. "Well, that was because I didn't expect it."

"Let me do it again to prove you're sensitive." He lightly grabbed your jaw with his hand, turning your face so his teeth could reach your ear. 

He did so, again. Lightly nibbling on the sensitive skin of your ear... but you held out. You were stubborn and not willing to admit defeat. Holding back the instinctive flinch you always had when he nibbled on your ear, to which you could feel his lips smile against your ear.

"Oh, you're so stubborn." He whispered, now licking the shell of your ear.

And of course, he could see the reaction. The tensed shoulders, the look on your face. Oh, you loved this treatment. And he knew it. He knew you were too stubborn to admit it.

And that's okay. It's fine. It's a part of the game you two play. And he loves this game.

And you did too.

Did. That is the keyword.

Not because you fell out of love with the game, but because you couldn't play it with him anymore.

Snowflakes gently landed on Satoru's head...

Flurries. They suddenly began.

And those flurries, soft and delicate, reminded him of you. He sighed, walking on top of a building, preparing to send out a Hollow Purple in the direction of Sukuna. His students were watching from afar through Mei Mei's technique.

He knew what he was fighting for... To protect his students, to protect the world, to carry out the duty bestowed upon him since birth.

But who was he fighting for? 

For himself? For others? For... you?

───※ ·❆· ※───

Yuji watched alongside the others. A pit formed in his stomach as he watched his teacher head off into battle, alone.

It was colder, and it got colder a few minutes ago. Probably the winds... it was winter anyway, right? So it made sense.

He sighed, watching... unaware of the brutal force pumelling towards Shinjuku.

That brutal force was you.