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satoru looks happyβthe real kind. the kind where his lips are curved into a soft, giddy grin and not his usual smirk. the kind where his blindfold is pushed down to hang around his neck so you can see the little gleam in his eyes. the kind that makes him cradle a newborn in his arms and rock her gently as he kisses her temple every few moments.
βshe has your eyes,β he says quietly, tracing over the soft skin of your daughterβs cheek with his thumb. his hand looks rather big compared to her tiny face, and youβre almost certain itβs hearts heβs tracing with each rounded motion.
βi know,β you murmur, watching relief dance around the corners of his expression.
βthank god,β he chucklesβand if thereβs a wobble to his voice, you donβt point out. βshe looks like me though. βs why sheβs so cute.β
and normally, maybe youβd indulge him in a halfhearted argument, maybe youβd scowl and tell him to keep quiet for once, but satoru is happy. and itβs not just a thin blanket with tattered rips at the seams meant to cover the weight clung to his shoulders.
itβs real, and itβs woven seamlessly into the crinkles of his eyes.
βitβs our job as parents to think sheβs cute,β you snort, βbut sheβs definitely the cutest baby iβve had the pleasure of seeing,β you add with a little bit of pride in your voice.
βof course she is. sheβs my baby,β he coos as he stares down at her, gently pinching her cheek. she stares up at him, comically small against his strong arms and broad chest, and when a tiny hand grasps around his finger, you pretend once more that his eyes arenβt wet and glossy.
βactually, sheβs our baby,β you correct, glaring at him.
βyou must be really sad youβre not my only baby anymore,β he snickers, looking at you with his usual smug grin. but thereβs something on the edge of grateful and awestruck thatβs in his eyesβand you think he stares at you like youβve handed him a ray of light you plucked from the sunβs core, gently pressing the warmth to his palms and soothing over the cold and dry cracks on the skin.
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some exercises with style and expressions featuring best boy Tanjiro twitter
adulthood is like dog training but you are both the dog and the trainer and also it doesnβt work and is bad
yes, he is
bf!megumi x gn reader
The movie was boring. This is only your thoughts because the boy lying next to you must not be thinking the same way as he appeared to be deeply focused on what the characters were preparing for the upcoming battle. You moved your eyes from the movie scene and fixed them on your boyfriend's face. His dark blue eyes are glistening with the lights coming from the screen. His eyelashes were so long and beautiful, everyone wished they had what he had. You wished that too but after getting the chance to be the significant other of the prettiest boy on campus, your only wish was to stay beside him for the rest of your life.Β
"Megumi", you called his name as you leaned towards him and lightly wrappedΒ your forearm around his torso.
"Hm mm," he responded.
"Do you know that people tend to fall asleep faster beside someone they love?"
There he finally blinked, eyes released from the screen and he took a moment to considerΒ what you just said.
"... Is that so?", he murmured to himself and the memories reflected back on his mind. He remembered how he always ended up drifting off on your head on the way back to the dorm while taking a train, that evening in the park where he took a nap on your lap, on those long and tiring training days of summer when he couldn't help but to doze off on your shoulders as he came to your room, laid down on the couch with you and talked about his day, those rainy days that made both of you feel too lazy to do anything so you just stayed inside and cuddled up to sleep, and that time when he first everΒ cried in front of you. He swore he would never forget how you were stroking the back of his head slowly and hugging him so tight and so warm that his tears eventually dried up just before he fell asleep in your arms. Indeed, the very comforting sensation you gave every time he was around you was like home to him.
"I think it's true," he quietly answered.
Waiting for your response, he turned his head to your side. But by one glance at your face, he found that you were already sound asleep.
A small smile spread across his lips. Giving an affectionate little kiss on your forehead as he softly caressed one side of your cheek, he whispered,
"I love you too."Β
boy n his doggies wip
TRANQUILITY: 1 : the quality or state of being tranquil; calm.
or, in other words, SLEEPING WITH THE JJK BOYS
megumi fushiguroβs hand draws patterns along your spine, his other hand placed over his eyes. itβs dark, other wise, youβd be able to see the ghost of a smile on his lips. heβs giddy, even more than he normally is with you; knowing you trust him enough to allow yourself to be in this vulnerable state with him makes him want to smile until his cheeks burn.
itadori yuuji kisses up your jaw, behind your ear and on your nose before allowing himself to fully embrace you. he canβt exactly make out your features in the room, so heβs beyond thankful for his photographic memory. this way, heβs able to memorize the way your face looks before you sleep β your eyes in a haze and lips slightly parted, he mumbles, βyou look like home.β
okkotsu yuuta snuggles silently against you. he places his hand gently on your head while he mumbles sweet nothings into your hair. his heart blooms when you giggle into the safety of his chest. he pinches your cheek before placing a quick kiss on it, waiting until he hears your labored breathing as a sign for him to give into sleep too.
inumaki togeβs breathing evens shortly after you place your fingers into his hair, with his head laying gently on your chest, ear placed to the sound of your heartbeat, he thinks this is the happiest heβs ever been. a content sigh leaves his lips as his arms wrap tightly around you.
his love language / toge inumaki x gn!reader / headcanons
- togeβs love language is definitely touch
- he doesnβt really have the option to tell you how he feels, so he has to make do with what heβs got
- and he gets real good at it, and you come to understand what certain touches mean
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