Satoru Fluff - Blog Posts
husband! satoru who helps you get ready for date night instead of just waiting around or rushing you.
husband! satoru who learnt how to do your hair exactly how you liked, taking care not to pull on it too hard and delicately running his sleek fingers through each strand to place them perfectly.
husband! satoru who couldn't help but admire the way you put on the little lines and colours on your face that you insist makes you more prettier. he thinks you look mesmerising with or without.
husband! satoru who pulls you onto his lap to help you with the remaining touches while telling you how perfect you are over and over and over, until you believe it and then once more.
husband! satoru who has no problem with whichever dress you choose, no matter how revealing because he can fight and will win.
husband! satoru who helps zip up your attire but not without running his hands sensually on your back while whispering sweet nothings and 'i love you's into your ear.
husband! satoru who takes you to see the wonders of the world while he stares in awe at the wonder in his world — you.
god I was thinking of what a baby gojo will look like....before I remembered toru isn't real
The sound of small footsteps running across the wooden floor stop you from your speech and you turn your head towards where your daughter's snow-white head would be pierced.
Blue eyes meet yours and a smile forms on the child's chubby face as she joins you on the sofa where you are sitting.
You take her in your arms and smile, giving her a kiss on her red cheeks and move a few unruly locks from in front of her eyes.
“ Did she wake up?” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂's voice can be heard from your phone and your daughter's attention switches to the screen. Seeing her father's face the two-year-old brings her small hands towards the phone and you let her take it as you sit her on your lap.
“ Papa?” her still sleepy little voice makes both of you giggle and 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 answers her in his corny tone, calling her by the thousand nicknames he gave her.
“ Did you take a nap, my sweetpie?” he asks her and she leans her head against your chest, rubbing her eye with her little hand clasped in a fist and then looks back at you, smiling even more.
“ Don't you want to give daddy a kiss?” you ask her in a sweet tone and she snaps kissing the screen and then smiling proudly at her own gesture.
“ When I get home you'll give me all the kisses you want, alright my angel?” 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 says and she shows him her little thumb, something 𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶 taught her those times he babysits her.