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gojoroui · 5 months

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SWEETHOLIC

cw: established relationship, satoru gojo x gn! reader, fluff, gojo has a sweet tooth, mentions of the dentist

a/n: haiya idk 💀 i also don’t rly listen to my dentist so this might be stupid

”gojo?”

you had no idea what you had just walked into. you already knew that your boyfriend - satoru gojo, had a sweet tooth, but you never expected him to have such a ‘heavy’ sweet tooth.

gojo was practically stuffing his face with the sweet candy that you had just bought for yuji, since he completed his homework for the week. you were astonished, even dumbfounded. you couldn’t even understand how he hasn’t even gotten cavities yet.

approaching him, you noticed that gojo was literally devouring the candy and was nearly done.

“gojo.” you said, standing right behind him. “why are you devouring the candy’s livelihood? you know it’s not for you, right?”

“huh?” gojo mumbled, face stuffed with candy. you face palmed yourself, he was so shameful; but you couldn’t help but smile at yourself. gojo looked like squirrel stuffing its face with acorns.

“what do you mean?” gojo babbled. “who is it for? you love me so you must’ve bought it for me right?” you couldn’t help it, you started cracking up. “no gojo, it’s for yuji.”

“…huh?” gojo compared to a toddler who just got their tablet taken away. “it’s true gojo.”

saying so, gojo left with his remaining candy and towards your shared room. huffing he said, “you know, between you and candy, i think i like candy more. you probably love yuji more than your own boyfriend.”

you were laughing with tears.

the next day, you went out to get another bag of candy for yuji, since gojo, unfortunately, finished it.

opening the door to your shared apartment, you were met with a whiny and scared gojo running to you.

“babe! look at my tooth! why is there something gray in my enamel!?” gojo opened his mouth wide and showed you one of his many teeth. and there that laid high and proud, was a cavity.

“it’s been hurting all morning! i think i might turn ugly!” said gojo dramatically falling to his knees. “could you pretty please with cherry on top, kiss me to make it disappear?”

you love gojo, truly, but you wanted to tease him about the candy from the other day.

“but gojo, you told me you didn’t love me! you love candy more. so how about your candy kiss you instead, hm?” you snickered. gojo gasped. “im sorry baby, i was just kidding!! i obviously love you more than candy!” “more than anything?” “anything!”

you chuckled at his cuteness. “fine, but promise me your gonna buy me the ( food ) that i really wanted the other day!” you said, crossing your arms. “promise!”

“okay let’s go to the dentist gojo!”

“wait what!?”

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dellalyra · 8 months

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ - nanami kento x reader, suguru geto x reader.

pixie says: mdni rly this is nsfw (not like explicitly just mentions of sexy times) hurt/comfort, angst but happy ending and i wrote this in a moment of sheer inspiration that consumed my body.

You loved him, truly. You really did love him. You can imagine yourself growing old by his side, hairs going grey and kids growing tall - you wanted that, and you wanted it with him.

But that didn’t mean that you didn’t miss it.

Didn’t miss him.

Your very first official date he picked you up in his car, coming around to open your door and press a chaste kiss to you cheek whispering how beautiful you looked.

He’s never made you cry, he’s never made you hurt, never made you scream or throw photo frames at the wall.

If you’re upset, he’s beside you with a comforting word. If you’re angry, he’s coming up with solutions to the problem. If you’re stressed, he asks how he can help and then fucks away the tension in your shared room.

He’s perfect.

The perfect man, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect husband. He was ready built for a long term relationship and you fell for him quite easily.

You love him, you desire him, you can’t wait to marry him.

But he’s not him.

And a part of you is infinitely grateful for that.

Because he made you cry, he made you hurt, he made you scream and throw photo frames at the wall.

But sometimes, when he’s asleep beside you, the lights are switched off and you’re staring at the ceiling you miss the way those lips would curve into that devilish trademark languid smirk and the mirth you could see in those dark, dark eyes.

You miss the rain - the screaming and crying that was always fueled by emotions so large they felt uncontrollable and burst out of both of your bodies in anger and fear and sadness and love and lust and joy. The highs were higher with him, it felt like winning - that you two did something special.

The adrenaline is something untidy, unhealthy too but oh so worth it when your hands tangled in his long dark hair and he cradled your cheek in his large palms and kissed away every worry and every tear that he had caused. It felt so good when the sight of someone from the Kyoto school flirting with you had set him off so badly he had punched the poor kid and after you shouted at him to let you live he slammed you up against the dorm room wall and filled you time and time again, growling a hymn of ‘mine, mine, mine.’ into the crook of your neck where dark purple bites would linger for days to match the lines your nails had sliced down his back as you tried to get him closer, closer, closer.

You realise you’re glad he’s not him one day, a crisp fall day. Your mother sat, hands curled around a coffee he had made her as she laughs at something he says and then your father asks him about his week - was he busy? how is the return treating him? is his daughter’s tall, white haired best friend a nightmare to work with?

He makes a joke about loving you enough that even Satoru is manageable, you mother coos and your father claps him on the back. He asks how the archiving of cursed tools is going for your father, asking how the workload is, whether he’s had any interesting finds?

The conversation continues. Your mother squeezes your shoulder with a kiss on your head. She knows. She was there for it all.

She knows you love him. Knows you adore the very ground he walks on. But she’s human too, she saw the passionate calamity of overwhelming young love that used to be, she knew that the pain would never go away - but she knew you were in love again. Even if it’s different this time.

She was happy it was different.

You’re happy it’s different.

Your heart wouldn’t have taken another crack.

He stays. He loves selflessly. He cherishes.

He adored. He loved completely.

He left.

He died.

You remember the day he left. Falling into your best friend who tried to do what was asked of him (the impossible) - but couldn’t. Screaming at him for doing this - for leaving you. For not trusting you to help. For doing what he did that day.

For the 112.

For his parents.

For Shoko.

For Satoru.

For you.

For him.

You remember healing.

Then falling apart when the school courtyard once again became a stage and the spotlight of your brain was occupied again by him. 7 years older, different.

Different but, the same.

Another man - but still him.

Still the man you loved first, still the man you would have given it all for, still the man who held your heart and crushed it, still the man you knew never did it from cruelty.

Still the man who loved you with every fibre of his very being.

Still Suguru.

He held you that night - and he held you the night he died. The night your best friend, his best friend has to end him. Had to finish the job asked of him all those years ago.

That night the best friend was curled up beside you, holding onto each other in the apartment you shared with him. The grief would never leave. The love would never leave. But you had each other. He had his students. You had him.

He who knew everything.

He who gave, and gave, and gave. Gave with hands, with tongue, with love and with sincerity, he who gave who himself every night leaving a delicious ache the next day.

He who held you tight every night.

He who wiped the tears when things were too much.

He who kissed you like a worshipper at a shrine.

He who helped you heal and he who showed you what healthy, loving, caring, compassionate love truly was.

Nanami Kento who eased your aching soul and taught you how to love again.

It would always be different. It would always feel different. But that’s the truth, one love is never the same as another. That love had lasted two years, had felt like an earthquake shook your soul and you felt that you would never love as strongly as you loved him.

But you did. You loved just as strongly, as purely, but this love - this was built to last.

You’d tell this tale to your daughter years later. Her fathers girl, all his blonde hair and his eyes. The throes of first heartbreak would scar forever.

But you can heal.

You did.

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gojos-fr-bae · 7 days

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𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔇𝔬 𝔓𝔱. 2 (ℜ𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡)

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: CEO!Gojo x Fem!Lawyer!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Drinking, A slap (or punch, I don't rly remember) Toji in his boxers bc why tf not. only a tad bit of angst at the beginning, the rest is pretty chill, Not proofread (honestly, are we shocked)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N:😌🤭🏃🏿‍♀️😍😎😋

Minors DNI

You were seated outside with your boss who had long calmed down but still clutched your arm tight, his head still buried in the crook of your neck. You were sure that people were already questioning your disappearances and you were sure you would return to some distasteful rumors. First he saves you a seat next to him and then you both run off somewhere for almost half an hour. Fuck, this is not good.

“S-sir, I think we need to leave.” you murmured softly, not wanting to startle him in this fragile state.

He simply just hummed and nuzzled deeper into your neck.

“Mr. Gojo I’m being serious, please let go of me, we need to leave.” You stated, this time your voice is much firmer.

Finally getting the hint, he pulled away from you, uttering a soft apology and letting go of your hand as he stared down at the ground. Although his bangs were blocking his face slightly, you didn’t miss how dejected he looked.

You were about to say something but got startled by the door leading inside opening abruptly. Your heart sank for a moment before looking up and noticed that the person who opened said door was Nanami, Gojo’s personal assistant. Even though you didn’t know him too well, from your interactions, he seemed nothing like his boss so you still held onto a string of hope for your reputation.

He looked at you and Satoru, his eyes traveling from you to Gojo before he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Miss,I’m so sorry for whatever it is that just happened, he’s probably just drunk.

“Oh, umm, yeah, it’s okay…i guess. I’m just going to head back inside if that’s fine.” You replied, getting up and quickly collecting your bag before heading for the door.

“Yes, of course, please, go ahead.” Nanami pointed towards the door and you couldn’t get out of there faster.

As you made your way to your seat, you didn’t miss the stares and whispers of everyone in the room. Great, just as you expected, everyone is probably making disgusting assumptions about you and at this point you wanted nothing more than to get home.

You sat on the island, hair in a mess and wine bottle in your hand while Toji worked at the stove, making you a grilled cheese. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and his body was covered in hickeys and scratch marks. To anyone else the scene may have seemed confusing yet for you, this was almost routine.

“And he wouldn’t let go? Toji asked, trying to wrap his mind around the story you had just told him about your awful night.

“YEAH, CAN YOU IMAGINE! I had to wait for his assistant to come bail me out and now everyone thinks I’m a slut who only got the job because I’m sleeping with the boss!!” You shouted in frustration before downing a big gulp of your wine.

“And what’s so wrong about that?” Toji asked, smirking at you while he slid you your sandwich. You just trolled your eyes at him.

“Well unlike YOU, that’s not the type of image I want to uphold.”

“Yeah, whatever you say sweetheart. Anyway, you didn’t fuck him did you?”

“Ew, OF COURSE NOT!!”

“Then what are you so worried about, the rumors will die out. Everyone will forget about this shit after his next scandal so just hold out for like, a week or two.”

“Ugh, that’s easier said than done.”

“What's happened has happened princess, nothing we can do about that except move on, now is there?”

“I guess not,” You sighed.

“Exactly. So stop worrying your pretty little head over this.” He said before pressing a peck on your forehead and making his way to his room. “Don’t drink too much, you still have work tomorrow.”

You couldn’t do much but groan at the thought that you might have to see that man again. What the heck did you sign yourself up for?

You were sitting at your desk when the quiet room suddenly filled with murmurs. You raised your head from the work you had buried it in to see what was causing such a stir. Your breathed hitched as you saw your boss, Gojo Satoru himself, walking up to you with a big fucking bouquet filled with a variety of flowers, half of which you had never seen in your entire life.

You tried to look away but your eyes had already met and you could only brace yourself for what was about to transpire.

Gojo walked over to your cubicle and gave you his signature blinding smile.

“Hey sweets, thanks so much for last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, as a matter of fact, I saw these through the shop window and couldn’t help but think it was meant for you,” a lie. Satoru had stood in the shop for hours painstakingly choosing all 162 flowers in that bouquet. But you didn’t need to know that. You reluctantly took the flowers from him, instantly regretting it when you heard everyone in the room gasp simultaneously. Oh shit. Why me! Why me! What did I do to deserve this! Those are all the phrases you were screaming in your head as Gojo leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Also, come to my office at 1pm, okay?” His deep raspy voice said in a hushed tone, sending shivers down your spine.

He then stood up straight and winked at you, before strutting out the room.

You immediately dropped the flowers on your desk and ran to the washroom and locked yourself in a stall. If you knew this job would come with so much bs you would’ve never taken it.

This isn’t like you. You really can’t be letting a man like him get under your skin.

Just then, you heard the washroom door swing open and heard two voices come in.

“Oh my gosh, did you see how that slut reacted when she saw Mr. Gojo walk in?” The first one quipped.

“Ugh, I know right, and did you hear what he said!? “Thank you for last night” I mean gosh!” replied the second.

“She probably only got the job from fucking him, did you hear that they’re paying her 50K!?”

“Girls these days! What kind of punch does she need to be packing under that ugly outfit of hers for her to seduce Mr. Gojo. I mean he’s WAY out of her league.”

“Mhm, it’s like seeing a literal god go out with a rat that was run over by a tricycle!”

They both began to cackle loudly and you finally snapped. You burst open the stall door and they turned around to face you in shock. They didn’t have time to process it though as you landed a harsh slap with all the force you could muster across their faces, walking out before they could even utter a word. Serves those bitches right.

You just went back to your desk and kept your head down, waiting until 1pm FINALLY but unfortunately arrived.

You slowly made your way to the top floor, before walking to his secretary’s desk. She looked up at you before speaking.

“He’s waiting for you, just go in,” she snarled, chewing her gum obnoxiously loud, her nails tapping away at her keyboard.

You just rolled your eyes at her before pushing the big office door open, closing it behind you and turning to face Gojo. He had his feet kicked up onto his huge desk, floor to ceiling windows making up the wall behind him, the bustling city of Tokyo laid out behind him.

He looked at you from behind his glasses, sirking cockily.

“So, you came,”

“Didn’t really have a choice considering everyone’s been treating me weird and like shit because they think we fucked.” you snapped at him.

“And what’s so bad about that?”

“Being treated like shit?” you questioned in disbelief.

“No, people thinking we’ve fucked. If anything, we probably should. Let’s give them something to REALLY talk about.” He replied, winking at you. The gall this man had.

“Sir, with all due respect, if that’s all you wanted to talk about then you are wasting my fucking time. I’ll just leave if-”

“No! No, don’t leave, that’s not what I asked you here for,” He said in a slightly panicked tone, standing up from his seat. “Look, I just wanted to, umm, thank you again for last night,” he said smoothly, regaining his suave persona.

“Were the flowers not enough because me, the rest of the employees and probably the whole world thought it was wayyyyy more than enough.” You replied in slight annoyance.

“What? No, of course not! Infact, I spent all day thinking of the best way to pay you back, and I finally got it.”

“And what may that be?”

“A shopping spree!!” he shouted, doing jazz hands at you.

“Sir, that is completely inappropriate and-”

“I’ll let you get whatever you want, no spending limit, it’s all on me” He cut you off, waving his AMEX in the air.

You wanted to say no, you wanted to say no so fucking bad. But your closet was in desperate need of a makeover, so was your bedroom, and your house. It was a golden opportunity, and no one in their right mind would say no.

“Fine, I’ll meet you at the mall at 6pm,”

“Oh no no no, that’s way too far away, come on, I already cleared you for the rest of the day, come on, let’s go!” he said in a chirpy voice. Skipping towards you, he grabbed your hand before dashing out of the room with you.

You were in for one heck of a day.

***

You were now in the basement parking of the building. Satoru slowly walked you to his reserved parking slot in which was parked a black, sleek mercedes. Your eyes widened at the sight and Gojo just smiled at your reaction, feeling his ego get boosted by tenfold.

“You like?” he asked, opening the passenger door and motioning for you to enter. You just ignored it, sitting in the car as he closed the door and ran around to the driver’s seat.

It felt so wrong. Not just the fact that it was you’re in your boss’ car, but the fact that it was a really expensive, really fancy car.

“So, are you ready to go?” Satoru asked, gazing at you.

“Sure. Why the fuck not!”

Part 1, Part 2

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archonssun · 3 years

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Hii!! Can i request a gojou x f!reader wherein the reader is also a quite strong sorcerer but got knocked out when she was saving gojou from an attack. Then, Gojou got rly panicky and at the end he helps the reader recover 😊

Omy, this is my first request hope you can see this. Thank youu!

Don’t worry, anon! I can hear you loud and clear 😋

Panic

REQUESTS FOR JJK ARE OPEN!!!

note: this very quickly goes from fluff to angst to fluff -- ENJOY ;)

Satoru, trust in my strength.

You were strong, second only to Satoru himself. You didn’t come from any of the major clans, and the higher-ups never let you forget that. Yet you still prove yourself and your strength every time you were assigned a mission. With you in the field, countless more higher-grade curses could be dealt with than usual.

Satoru could still feel the warmth from your palm on his cheek, could see the blinding smile you had given him just hours before. It was supposed to be an easy curse -- especially for the strongest couple. Of course shit had to go wrong.

“Remember the plan, Toru?” you whispered, fingers laced with his as the two of you walked through a deserted park. The male hummed, giving your hand a squeeze as the curse you were assigned manifested. You smiled at the affection, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before launching yourself at the curse.

Satoru would never get bored of watching you fight -- or fighting at your side. The adrenaline that coursed through his veins. The way his eyesight would grow sharper than ever -- even with his coveted Six Eyes. The buzz of excitement that made his fingers tingle and his lips curl into a smile. He always found himself lost in the fight whenever he was partnered with you -- which wasn’t nearly as often as he’d like. But when you were partnered together, even normal humans knew to stay away.

Thank god it’s the middle of the night, Satoru whistled. Yaga won’t have my head for forgetting to put up a veil. He ended his thoughts there, stretching out his long limbs in order to prepare to join the fight. No matter how much he enjoyed watching you dance around curses, he couldn’t let you have all the fun.

“Duck, cutie!” Satoru shouted, chuckling to himself as you threw your body to the ground. As the curse’s attention shifted to him, Satoru tugged at his blindfold, a sinister grin splitting his face as he sent out a shockwave of cursed energy. The pressure was enough to send the curse flying backwards and into a large tree.

Once the curse had been staggered, it was your job to deal the finishing blow -- plunging your cursed blade into the head.

Yeah, I’ll never get tired of watching you fight, he decided, tugging on his blindfold as you sheathed your weapon. You bound up to him, a large grin spread across your face as you grabbed his hand, tugging him from the park.

It happened as the two of you were getting ready to head out, hands clasped together. Satoru didn’t know how he could have missed the lurking presence until you had pushed him out of the way.

“(Y/n)!” Your body slammed against a light post, head smacking the metal with a sickening thud. He wanted nothing more than to go to your aide, but the curse came first -- would always come first. He tried to deal with it as quickly as possible, using more cursed energy than was necessary to exorcise the lower-level curse, before he was knelt at your side.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)?! C’mon, wake up!” You weren’t responding, blood falling to the ground with a soft plip. The sinking feeling of dread in his stomach, the cold shiver of fear racing down his spine -- they were old acquaintances of his. He hadn’t felt their cold fingers wrap around his throat and squeeze his heart since he had to kill Suguru -- had hoped he’d never feel them again.

He couldn’t go through this again. He couldn’t lose anyone else. His breathing was ragged, bordering frantic as he shook your shoulder. Tears stained his blindfold, irritating his eyes to the point where he just yanked it down. Droplets of water slipped onto your cheek as he pulled your body closer. He couldn’t lose you, too.

Please, please. Don’t take her away from me. Satoru had never been of a particular belief, but he found himself praying to anyone that would listen. His body covered yours, his shoulders quaking and his cries only subdued by the feeling of your breath hitting his ear. You were alive, at least, and he knew better than to ask for more.

Satoru didn’t know how long he sat there beneath the light post. His tears had dried, reduced to the occasional sniffle as he buried his face against your neck. But only after a small whimper fell from your lips did his body relax.

“That fucking hurt,” you whined, one hand coming up to touch your forehead.

“Stop trying to give me a heart attack,” Satoru mumbled against your neck. His arms tightened around you, keeping you from getting free. He lifted his crystalline eyes to you, the cutest pout on his face that had you petting his hair comfortingly. “You know curses can’t touch me, cutie.”

“My body moved on it’s own, Toru,” you explained. The male huffed, eyes cast to the ground. With a sad smile, you pressed a kiss to his nose, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I’ll need to see Shoko before we can go home, but I’m tired.” Satoru easily lifted you from the ground, one arm supporting your back while the other supported your legs. Even after lifting you up, he wouldn’t meet your eyes. You only sighed, resting your head against his shoulder. “Stop pouting, you big baby. Sadness doesn’t suit you.”

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simp4fictionalguys · 3 years

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i have a rly cute idea omg can u write smth about reader falling asleep on their shoulder with gojo, itadori, and inumaki lol how would they react if u have time ofc not rushing u or anything i love ur works so much <3

Hey! Thank you for the ask 😚 and I’m happy that you like my work! Messages like this are what makes me want to keep writing haha 🥺 I hope that headcanons are okay? Since they were three characters I decided to write it in this format but feel free to request again if you want it in another way!

Gojo Satoru

Gojo and Y/n were coming back from a mission together.

He went to buy some Kikufuku before to eat in the train.

The mission lasted longer than expected. The two of them had to coordinate completely to finish the curse.

Y/n is the only person who Gojo feels comfortable teaming up.

Now sitting in the train, Y/n was extremely tired.

Gojo had been eating his sweets happily and fail to see the woman beside him starting to fall sleep.

Her eyes closed little by little. Y/n had no strength to fight the sleepiness.

In seconds she had fallen sleep, her head resting in Gojo’s shoulder.

Thanks to his ability he had feel her before she touched his body.

Gojo smiled to himself and kept eating his sweets.

After finishing his Kikufuku, he got his phone out and began taking photos of Y/n sleeping on him and selfies of him and Y/n.

Fushiguro got the selfies and groan at his teacher’s annoying act.

Itadori Yuuji

Fushiguro and Kugisaki were sitting in front of Itadori and Y/n in the same table.

The four of them had decided to go out. It was a long day full of activities since Gojo had let them take a day off.

It was time to go back to the school, they choose to go to a caffe before to rest a little.

Y/n began to nod off due to tiredness. Slowly, her head began falling towards Itadori’s body.

Kugisaki notice this but decided to say nothing. She knew that the two idiots in front of her held feelings for each other but were too oblivious to notice.

Itadori got rigid with the new heaviness in his shoulder.

He turned to look at Y/n sleeping in his shoulder.

His course of action was to stay immobile to not wake her up.

His friends in front of him noticed how red his face got.

Inumaki Toge

After finishing the Kyoto Event, Inumaki and Y/n decided to rest.

The two of them were sitting in the floor of her bedroom, their backs resting on the bed.

According to Y/n, she wasn’t tired so they didn’t have to laid down however Inumaki knew that wasn’t true.

With his few words, he had told her that they should rest but she refused.

She had learn to understand every word he said and what was his intention.

The two of them were reading a book. Inumaki was immersed in the plot, however, the sudden weight in his shoulder caught his attention.

He turned to see Y/n sleeping in his shoulder.

He deadpanned at her, even when she couldn’t see his stare.

However, behind his high collar was the evidence of a love sick smile.

Taking Y/n’s body, Inumaki laid her in bed while he cuddle her, falling sleep himself.

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taizi · 5 years

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owletstarlet replied to your post “im like rly in the mood to write some tanunatsu ???? if anyone’s...”

How ‘bout either cheezy slow-dancing (which they both suck at), OR, some AU situation where Tanuma has some kind of healing aspect.

(i’ve been dying to write this au for AGES thank you @owletstarlet for the excuse !)

Kaname’s heart is in his throat. He thinks he might choke on it.

His Shield uncurls from where she’s tucked around Takashi’s limp body, eyes sharp and trained as they rake him up and down to assess the damage.

“Tooru,” Satoru says urgently, white-faced. He’s still clutching his gun in his hand, as though he’s forgotten the practiced, throwaway magic of banishing it to the Armiger in his fear.

“How are we on curatives?” she asks. Her voice is tight, and it gives away how bad this is. “Do we have any left?”

Everyone’s gaze flickers over to Atsushi almost as one. The adviser is biting the inside of his cheek, furious in a directionless way.

“We used the last one on my arm,” he mutters. It was a bad injury, and well worth a potion, but clearly he regrets using it now.

Kaname kneels on Tooru’s other side, and lifts the Oracle out of her lap. The weight of him is light, for all that he’s practically deadweight. The lifeless way he lolls against Kaname’s chest makes him feel sick.

He wishes Ponta were here, even if there’s nothing the messenger could do. He wishes Takashi was still safe with Shuuichi back in Tenebrae, if this is the alternative. He wishes he hadn’t melted under Takashi’s fierce, fearless eyes, wishes he hadn’t gone soft when the god-touched boy told him “I belong here, with you” because it was true and right and wonderful but Kaname couldn’t protect him--

“Acchan, get the car,” Satoru is saying somewhere above and behind him. “There’s a hospital in Lestallum, we can be there in half an hour if we break the law a few times.”

“I don’t know if we should move him,” Tooru interrupts. “He hit his head hard, he’s still bleeding-- “

Kaname bows his head and touches his forehead to Takashi’s. His thoughts are thready with panic, his stomach twisting at the idea that his fiance might not come out of this okay, and he can feel the magic in his blood surging, pulsing, rising. There’s no enemy to strike down, no spell to craft, no energy drink to roll between his hands and turn into a curative for Atsushi to pack away alongside the storebought antidotes and remedies.

But he has the magic.

And Takashi’s right here, infinitely more precious than any flask or catalyst.

And it’s stupid and reckless and probably hopeless but Kaname closes his eyes and visualizes a spellcast-- packs it down, softens the electric edges of battle magic into something with less fire, imagines Takashi’s body is a container-- and pushes.

It takes a second, if that. It happens so quickly Kaname thinks he might have imagined it. But around him, his Crownsguard go still and silent. There are sunspots in his eyes and the burnt afterimages of magic lingering in the air.

Takashi’s wounds close, and his face smooths as he shifts toward a more peaceful sleep.

“Holy Six,” Satoru breathes, as though afraid to speak too loudly and shatter the moment. He’s still clutching his gun. “Was that-- did you just-- “

“When did you learn that, your highness?” Atsushi asks, wide-eyed. “I thought the Oracle was the one with the healing touch.”

“And why the hell did you let me walk around with a burn on my wrist for two days because we couldn’t afford a potion?” Tooru blurts.

Kaname closes his eyes, so relieved he’s trembling. He doesn’t think he has the strength to stand without putting Takashi down, and he’d sit here all night before he’d do that. Lucky for him, he’s never had to stand alone.

With Satoru and Atsushi on one side, and Tooru on the other, Kaname tucks Takashi against his chest, listens to the reassuring beat of his heart, and walks tall.

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