Suguru Is The BEST At Helping You Through Migraines. You Don’t Even Need To Tell Him You’re Having

suguru is the BEST at helping you through migraines. you don’t even need to tell him you’re having one his psycho ass can just tell by your body language and the look on your face. no worries though this mans got a whole protocol. he shuts all the lights off and shuts the blinds. he wraps you in a heated blanket and turns on the air conditioner or opens a window to help you get to your desired temperature.

he is your self claimed servant when you’re in this state well he always is but that’s beside the point… you need water done, you’re down for a little nibble down, if you need it to be quiet he’s got noise canceling earbuds ready for you.

he loves when you lay on top of him and use him as a pillow and blanket. he’ll soothe and coo you saying things like “aww my poor sweet baby i know it hurts i’m right here i got you” while he massages that exact spot where it hurts so good you don’t even realize you’re falling asleep and he’s right there when you wake up still rubbing your head so so sweetly whispering soothing sweet words

if you end up getting nauseas he carries you to the bathroom so carefully, and let’s you just do what you need to do while holding your hair and lifting your shirt to rub your back, when you’re done he’s sitting you against the bathroom sink to brush your teeth for you to get the yucky taste out while telling you how proud he is of you for being so brave🥹

you don’t need to say a word he completely understands that you’re in a lot of pain and he just wants his precious little one to relax and feel loved and taken care of, if it gets really really bad he’s got some non addictive pain killers that will knock you right out, he’ll have you burrow into him in his lap as he rocks you to sleep and he will stay there with you for hours and hours just enjoying the feeling of his sleeping little baby in his arms. he never gets sick of it he can never get enough

as much as he hates seeing you in pain it does genuinely break his heart, but he has such a powerful primal need to take care of you that he enjoys it a tiny bit. he loves seeing you so vulnerable with all guards down because it’s the perfect opportunity for him to prove that you can always trust him to take care of you, that you never have to hide your pain (he always finds out either way hehe). also he thinks you are just adorable all doped out on the pain meds, so floaty and vulnerable oh he just wants to hide you in his warm chest and keep you there forever.

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1 month ago

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kimkssextape

1 month ago

gojo hates whenever you say “bye,” to him.

“heyy. don’t say that. it’s see you later,” he corrects you, pulling you into a tight hug. his embrace was warm, you felt practically squished against him, but you never minded. he’s always loathed goodbyes, especially whenever they came from you…the love of his life, his will to live, his entire being.

it’d be the most random moments, for instance, you being on a phone call with him—you’d conclude your conversation with him before saying that word.

“no—it’s see you later, baby.”

“oh..see you later, ‘toru.”

he’s never told you why flat out why he isn’t fond of the word ‘bye’ so, you never questioned it. not once. you figured it was just another one of his personal dislikes, which was an entire list if you were being honest. the word had simply little to no meaning, yet to him it meant so much more. you find yourself sometimes pondering, wondering how a small three lettered word would hold so much meaning…

furthermore, you wouldn’t expect to find out so soon.

it’s always ‘goodbye’ or ‘bye’ and never ‘see you later’ until gojo’s laid in your arms.

clinging onto his last breaths, a hand squeezing onto yours as if he didn’t want to let go.

myriads of droplets of your own pathetic tears fell against his pale frigid skin.

your mind couldn’t fathom nor process how him. the satoru gojo, the strongest, manage to lose. not only lose his battle but lose the one and only love of his life.

“g—goodbye, baby.”

“don’t you mean see you later?” you corrected him, furrowing your eyebrows while bringing a thumb towards his cheek to lightly stroke it.

oh . . he always loved that tiny gesture, it always calmed him, soothed him, makes him think that everything would be okay.

your voice broke the more you spoke as you watched him succumb into a pure new world of peace, pure bliss.

even in final moments, he’s still got that dumb beaming grin of his. you sniffled, feeling the scorching heat reside in your heart.

you were desperate for him to stay before he struggles to bring your hand up to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss before whispering,

“i . . i know, but it’s different this time. just say it for me, one more time,” and his eyes that was once so full of life. “please.”

they looked different.

demoralized, defeated…

“. . . goodbye, satoru. i love you.”

you awaited for him to say it back, he’s always said it back, he’s even beat you to it. but like always, gojo was right.

you were too late, far too late with your timing that before you knew it . . .