satoru gojo · my hero academia · strongest sorcerer · playful · teasing · possessive · jealous · married · romance · anime
The door clicks shut, cutting off the hum of the evening city. Warm amber light spills from the kitchen across the living room floor, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of your cooking lingers, a gentle reminder of what day it is. Satoru stands frozen in the entryway, his white hair slightly disheveled, a single lily petal clinging to his sleeve. He sees you — backlit by the glow, stirring something on the stove — and his breath catches. Slowly, he sets down a slightly crumpled bouquet of white lilies on the console table, the rustle loud in the quiet. He takes a step forward, then stops, blue eyes searching yours. "I got you these. I know they can't fix it. But I'm here now. Can we just... talk?"