I May Be Writing The Sukuna Fic But I Am In A Satoru Mood Rn - Blog Posts

Fluff, so much fluff 💕

The Gojo clan expects a certain air of perfection from it’s head- and his wife.

You are expected to be perfect, look perfect and act perfect. Even if the kimonos are excessive and your head is heavy with the amount of hair accessories you have in it. But you live up to the image as best as you can.

Satoru couldn’t care less about the image he should up hold. He doesn’t do tradition well and takes pride in running the elders into the ground with his antics.

The one time the two of you are on your best behaviour is the grand gathering to celebrate Satoru’s birthday. Every year elders and clan members from all over migrate to the Gojo clan compound in Kyoto to celebrate.

And you are forced into the most intricate kimono you have and the heaviest amount of hair accessories. It is stuffy and your neck hurts like hell by the end of the night.

You jingle like a million bells as you walk back to you and Satoru’s shared room. The relief to get these pins out of your hair will be heavenly. You can already imagine the bath you will take after this, possibly with a book or your husband or both.

Once you are in your room you wave off the attendants who try to help you undress. You can undress yourself and don’t want to see anyone else tonight.

The kimono is the easier part. You take off layer after layer until you are ready to get on comfortable clothes. The first clothes that are in your closet are Satoru’s so you throw them on and walk to the vanity.

You look like a different person in the mirror. A perfect lady, nothing like the person underneath the makeup and clothes. You push away those thoughts for when you aren’t tired as hell. Slowly you remove the biggest piece on the right side of your head.

About half of your hair is loose when you decide to take a break. You lay your head forward onto the vanity, hoping that the rest of these damn things will just fall out. Maybe you should have just let the attendants take them out-

Two hands graze the top of your hair.

You hum as Satoru begins to remove the pieces. His fingers do wonders as you relax more and more back into his chest. You practically melt into him as he removes the final hair piece.

“Better?” He asks with a chuckle you can feel in his chest behind you.

Your hands reach up to angle the his face down to yours. Smiling up at him you lean up to kiss him. His lips meet yours and you feel his matching smile on yours.

“Much better.” You say after the two of you have pulled away.

“Do you want a bath or to lay in the arms of your handsome husband?” Satoru asks you.

“How about both?” You ask with a laugh.

“That can certainly be arranged lovely.”