🗒️: psst @sweethearticism now, imagine reader having a fall out with hiromi and (insert job here)!satoshi shows her just how much he’s matured mentally and physically 😛😛

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your phone buzzes beside you, and immediately, you stir awake. you’re not quite sure why such little movement and small noise quickly shot your eyes open, but as soon as the light hits your face the reason becomes more evident.

a notification—a message from your “ex boyfriend,” satoshi, sent to you a few minutes past three. normally, you’d shut your device and lay back, but something about the way the wind in your room flows and settles has left your sleepy mind yearning for angst.

so you click on the bar.

“satoru,” you call out and yet no one responds. you sigh deeply, hoping he’d speak to you—just this once.

your marriage isn’t out of love but of duty—duty neither of you wanted yet was cursed to bear. all because he was born powerful, while you, intelligent and extraordinarily beautiful.

you handled the arrangement well and so did he. though, he was a little cold and a little less present than you’d wanted him to be. you couldn’t expect the world of the strongest—the honored one. you just have to sit pretty and wait for the day he chooses to have you bear his heir;

he never raises his voice when he’s talking to you or his children. if he gets mad, he takes a real deep breath then grumbles a couple of curses but just finds a solution to whatever it is that annoyed him in the first place. it’s no use getting mad at you or the kids.

dreaming about satoru gojo, but it’s not the wet dream you were hoping for—not that you were hoping per se.

you see white tufts as your vision clears—fluffy, pretty, his. piercing azure shines back at you while you stare, then you smile at the realization that the man before you is your best friend since kindergarten, and husband satoru gojo. he’s looking at you with hearts in his eyes, absolutely enamored.

he’s on a white, fluffy bed that seems to be located in a heavenly void. you step forward, and it feels like you’re stepping on clouds as you draw closer to him. he follows your form as you near, but he doesn’t speak.