Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
“based on me and my husband”
it’s possible guys, it really is—they exist 🤧🤧🤧 love this a lot 🥹🌟
cw: pure fluff. based on me and my husband 🙂↕️
“You always do this…” Satoru grumbles, pouting as he watches your fork hover over his plate.
“...do what?” You blink at him, feigning innocence, eyes flicking from his cake to the irritated gleam in his impossibly blue eyes.
He exhales dramatically, stabbing his fork into his dessert. “I offer to get you your own. You say you’re not that hungry. And yet—” he gestures dramatically at your thieving fork, “the second my food arrives, suddenly you want some.”
You spear a bite of cake and pop it into your mouth, humming as the sweet vanilla melts on your tongue. “I wasn’t hungry… but then I saw yours, and, well…” You shrug, licking a stray bit of frosting from your lip.
Satoru narrows his eyes. “…you’re lucky you’re cute."
It’s the same game every time. You insist you don’t want anything, he orders enough food for an entire table, and then he acts personally victimized when you steal a bite. But the thing is—he secretly loves it.
Because when you reach for another piece, he doesn’t push the plate away. He just watches, twirling his fork between long fingers, head tilting slightly, strands of white hair falling into his eyes as if he cannot believe this is happening to him.
“Unbelievable...” he mutters.
And then—there’s one bite left.
You expect him to shovel it into his mouth, just to be a menace. He’s Gojo Satoru, after all. He loves his sweets almost as much as he loves annoying the hell out of you—it’s one of his favorite pastimes.
But instead, he sighs, scooping the last bite of cake onto his fork. He doesn’t say anything. Just holds it up to your lips, the blue of his eyes shimmering like liquid crystal as he waits, watching you expectantly.
You hesitate, blinking at him. “I… thought you didn’t like sharing?”
“I don’t,” he murmurs, voice lower, softer—nudging the fork closer. “But… I do like you.”
Gojo Satoru may complain, may huff and sigh like it’s the greatest inconvenience in the world, but at the end of the day… he’ll always give you the last bite.