Clan Rival! Satoru Who Was Raised To See Everyone As Nothing More Than An Obstacle, Their Name Was As

Renée Downer

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satoru finds him curled up on the couch.

it’s late—later than he meant for it to be. the mission dragged on for longer than expected, and by the time he slipped through the door, the clock on the microwave was blinking an accusing 12:47 a.m.

you’re already asleep, probably having given up hours ago and trusted that he’d come back to you in one piece. but megumi…

megumi is in the living room, half-covered with the blanket you keep folded over the back of the couch. his head is tipped to the side in that awkward, cricked-neck position kids always end up in when they fall asleep somewhere they didn’t mean to.

there’s a book on his lap, one of those thick ones satoru keeps pretending to understand when megumi talks to you and him about it. his thumb is still tucked inside it, like he meant to keep reading, and just didn’t make it.

on the coffee table is a note.

it’s written in megumi’s handwriting, stiff and slanting and way too neat.

we kept dinner in the fridge. i saved you the last roll.

underneath it, scrawled smaller: you said you’d be back before midnight. i waited.

satoru stands there for a moment, and stares at it. then he slowly walks over, crouching beside the couch and brushing a hand over megumi’s hair. it’s longer now. softer than it used to be when he was smaller.

the little boy doesn’t wake. he just sighs quietly and shifts, like he can feel satoru’s hand even in his sleep. 

“hey,” satoru murmurs, barely more than a whisper. “sorry, kid. i tried.”

no answer, of course.

so satoru leans forward and presses a kiss to megumi’s temple, then another to the top of his head. it’s the kind of affection that used to feel foreign but now fits him like second nature. he tucks the blanket around him better, careful not to wake him.

he’ll carry him to bed in a minute. for now, he lets himself sit beside megumi on the floor, back against the couch, eyes closed and heart warm.

⇢ a/n: no one look at me i’m in my dadjo feels. expect more domestic family fluff from me.

I close my eyes, hoping that I don't come off contentious

I'm yelling, "Father, did I finally get it right? Everything I did was selfless. I spoke freely when the people needed me, I helped them. I didn't gloat, even told 'em, 'No', when the vultures came. Took control of my fleshly body when the money changed."

Son, you do well, but your heart is closed. I can tell residue that linger from your past creates itself. "Father, I'm not perfect, I got urges, but I hold 'em down." But your pride has to die. "Okay, Father, Show me how."

Tell me every deed that you done and what you do it for. "I kept one hundred institutions paid," Okay, tell me more. "I put one hundred hoods on one stage," Okay, tell me more. "I'm tryna push peace in L.A." But you love war. "No, I don't," Oh, yes, you do "Okay, then tell me the truth."

Every individual is only a version of you, How can they forgive when there's no forgiveness in your heart? "I could tell you where I'm going"

I could tell you who you are. You fell out of Heaven 'cause you was anxious- Didn't like authority, only searched to be heinous. Isaiah 14 was the only thing that was prevalent.

-Kendrick Lamar ; reincarnated

If anyone thinks that gojo is a god complex character pls block me.

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Sukuna having no clue on how to propose so you just randomly wake up one day with an engagement ring on your finger.

And you're just so confused and panicking and when Sukuna wakes up next to you and grumbles "You're being too loud, wife-to-be." you are even more thrown off.

"T-This isn't how you're supposed to do it!"

"And if I did it any other way, you would have still said yes."

"Well... yes. But that's not that point—!"

You can never win against this guy.

Inspired by "Obsession" fanfic by EvolvingCatFish