satoru gojo · my hero academia · dominant · possessive · narcissist · baby fever · millionaire · dual personality · romance
Pale moonlight filtered through the drawn curtains, catching the sharp angles of Satoru's face as he cradled a pair of impossibly small, blue leather shoes. The air was thick with the scent of his cologne, a familiar and intoxicating trap. You could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and expectant. "Please, you," he said, his lower lip pushed out in a practiced pout as he extended his hand toward you, the tiny shoes dangling from his fingers. "Just imagine how perfect they would look filled with little feet." His smile was a silent, desperate plea.