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Satoru enjoys living with you. It has only been a month since you moved in, but he feels like so much has changed for him since then.
His condo is completely transformed thanks to you. The furniture itself didn’t change, just moved, as you claimed it would be a waste to replace everything, but the walls are now plastered with framed pictures of everyone you went to school with—plus your sister. The lights were swapped out, and the bed’s sheets and covers were changed too. The place felt so much more colorful now. You had also brought in all kinds of items to display. You call it decoration, but to Satoru, it looks more like junk than anything else—not that it bothers him at all. You could bring a stick you found cool on the ground and he would display it wherever you wanted.
Most importantly for him, you were there. Satoru didn’t often stay at his place before; he usually came home just to sleep a little and change his clothes. But now that you stayed with him, things changed. You would wait for him on the couch, sleepy with a warm drink. You always perked up at his return, greet him at the door, remove his glasses for him, and hug him. How could he not want to come home more often?
Speaking of which...
Satoru had made sure to inform the higher-ups about a few things. He hadn’t appreciated their previous meddling, and now that he had you, he wanted to make some things clear to them.
As a result, the young sorcerer called for an audience, which was, of course, quickly accepted—no one refused a meeting with Satoru Gojo, after all.
“So, just to make things really clear, if I ever hear any of you try to talk to her or coax her into doing anything, I won’t be so forgiving. I let it slide once; there won’t be a second time.”
Satoru’s glasses were off as he spoke to the apparent void of the chamber. Not that a paravent could hide anything from his eyes, and they were all very aware of it. The sweat dripping down their necks under the pressure of the man’s energy was as apparent as the blinds supposed to conceal them from his view.
“Also, I plan on spending time with my little sweet pie at home. So, calm down with the missions. Surely you aren’t so incompetent that you can only rely on me? I don’t want to be called for anything less than a grade-one mission.”
A cough was heard, uneasy at his request. They relied on him so much already.
“Gojo, there is a lot of—”
The white-haired sorcerer clicked his tongue in annoyance. To him, they always found some sort of excuse or reason to make him do more of their dirty work. If only there were more competent sorcerers, perhaps he wouldn’t have to take on every dangerous mission by himself, day after day.
“Fine. But I want proper reasons for any of the missions you assign to me and why they couldn’t be handled by someone else. I won’t allow you to step on the little free time I have.”
Indeed, Satoru was being flooded with more and more missions, taking on far more than anyone should. But there was a limit to this. He finally had you living with him—what good was it if he couldn’t even enjoy it a little? He understood his station, but he did not want to give up on that, no matter the cost.
If there were more sorcerers…more strong allies, perhaps he could relax a little without risking society itself.
The elders begrudgingly agreed to his conditions. They didn’t have much of a choice, anyway.
“I’m back, honeybee!”
Satoru opened the door in a swift motion, a wide smile on his face as he greeted you while you were cleaning up the counter.
Your face lit up at his arrival, a smile also settling on your face.
“Satoru! You’re home early!”
The man smiled proudly.
“Well, yeah. I’ve convinced those old geezers to give me fewer missions for a while. I wanted to relax a little bit more with you. I should have a day off every once in a while now.”
You smiled at the news, your heart swelling. The more time passed, the less the man seemed to have any free time.
“Really? We have to plan something, then!”
Satoru shook his head, pulling you toward him.
“No planning anything. I just want to laze around with you for a bit.”
You blushed slightly as you allowed him to hold you in silence. Your arms slowly wrapped themselves around his torso as he suddenly grabbed you a little closer, now carrying you over to the couch.
“Is that my sweater?”
He observed you with a playful smile, taking in your outfit: a pair of night shorts and his cashmere sweater.
“It looks good on you. You should wear my clothes more often…but I kind of want to wear that one now, let me take it off.”
You were laying down on the couch on your back as Satoru straddled you, his hand sliding over your hips softly. A toothy grin spread across his face as his hand slid under the sweater.
“Satoru!”
You called out his name, blushing at his ministrations. He was being a little more assertive than usual. You tried pushing his hand away from your belly—his slightly rough hands were pleasant against your soft skin—but still.
He leaned down a little more, soon taking your lips between his, not wasting any time getting his knee between your legs.
“You’ve got those little shorts too…you know how you look, right? Like a cute little wife dressing up for her hubby…I never really got the appeal until you…”
His mouth slid to your neck, and you whimpered, aroused.
“Satoru, stop…”
You complained half-heartedly, unsure if you truly wanted him to stop.
“Mhm? Stop?”
His hand slid softly between your legs, groping the soft flesh of your inner thigh. You couldn’t help but moan at the contact.
“You always insist that we sleep in our own rooms…but I see you, you know? Staring at my pants when I’m not wearing boxers…or when you think I’m asleep, and I hear you whimpering my name from your room. You aren’t fooling anyone, babe. Why do you keep refusing me, hm? There’s no point in playing hard to get. I have you. I’ll have you forever, and there’s nothing that could change that.”
You felt your face flush at his words. You hadn’t realized he’d noticed so much. You thought you were being subtle—he had the Six Eyes, not the six ears!
But still, you didn’t falter.
“I want...I want to wait until marriage!”
Satoru blinked as he looked at you, still a little surprised. You had told him before, but he wasn’t entirely sure how serious you were about that “conviction.”
“Marriage?"
He mulled it over for a couple of seconds. Of course, he would marry you—there was no question about that—but…wouldn’t it take a while? He could always rush it, couldn’t he? You were 16; you could legally get married with your guardians’ permission, which, as fate would have it, happened to be him due to some unimportant details.
“When we get married, you’ll let me…”
He caught his tongue—hit it would probably not go over well right now.
“You’ll let me have you as I want?”
You nodded softly at the question, your cheeks turning red.
“It’s not…it’s not about you or anything. Since I was a little girl…well, you know the books I read. I like the romantic princess stories… and I’ve always wanted that for myself. So I’ve always wanted my first time to be with my husband on our wedding night. It’s not that I…that I don’t want you, but right now, it’s not…”
You trailed off before continuing with growing determination.
“Soon I’ll be able to marry you!”
You looked up at him with shining eyes as he stayed silent.
Proposing now would surely fall short of your fairy tale standards, so once again, Satoru held his tongue. He really wasn’t into the whole romanticism thing, but it seemed so important to you—more important than it was annoying to him. So, he would live with it.
Now, you absolutely couldn’t learn that he was your legal guardian. He’d have to tweak the truth just a little bit. Thankfully, you rarely asked too many questions. If he told you he used his influence, you wouldn’t question it too much.
As the good boy he was (or pretended to be), Satoru moved, freeing you from his long legs.
“Okay.”
You almost seemed surprised by his obedient answer.
“Okay?”
He nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll wait until we get married. It’s gonna happen sooner or later. In the meantime, I’ll make do with my hand and your little nightly whimpers—try calling me ‘Toru again. It was really cute when you first moaned it.”
Your face flushed as you threw a pillow at him.
“You heard that?!”
“And I’m still waiting for that spicy book you told me you’d lend me. Wanna know what you’re into, ya know, before the wedding night.”
He winked at you as you buried your face into the second couch pillow, groaning in annoyance.
Satoru had surprised you, that much you could give it to him.
It didn’t take long for the strongest sorcerer to decide that you needed a very expensive shopping trip after watching Pretty Woman with you. While you were not a hooker, Satoru was determined to make you his little trophy wife, just like in the movie.
You had refused multiple times, once again not a fan of spending his money on useless things. He had given you one of his cards, which you used for essentials and groceries, but not for…
You checked the brand again.
A Birkin Hermès bag? Or something. There wasn’t a price on it, but you could somewhat guess.
“Come on, pick your favorite!”
Satoru pressured you from behind, a wide smile on his face.
“Satoru… I don’t ne—”
The man huffed at your comment.
“Take it as…training, to practice being my snobby wife when you need to, kay?”
You looked at him with doubtful eyes before glancing at the bags again.
You pointed to the pink one with a little tassel on the side when the seller started speaking.
“Excellent choice, Miss Gojo! Oh, you have such exquisite taste! This is our latest Birkin, fresh from Paris—truly the pinnacle of luxury! Just look at the leather finish—notice the way it gleams under the light? It's not your ordinary gloss; it's a patented finish exclusive to this line. And this pink? Not just any pink—it’s couture pink! A shade specifically developed to match the sophistication of royalty!
And the tassel—oh, don’t get me started! It’s made of the finest silk, imported directly from the most renowned silk artisans in China. We’re talking centuries-old techniques! Each strand is hand-dyed, hand-woven, and hand-finished. Do you feel that softness? It’s practically floating through your fingers, isn’t it?
And the size! Perfect for everything, yet just discreet enough to be understated—but make no mistake, people will notice. You’re not carrying a bag; you’re carrying a legacy, Miss Gojo. This is art. This is culture. This is Birkin. I can already imagine the envious stares you’ll get. Absolute perfection!”
You glanced at your lover, silently pleading for help. You didn’t know where to place yourself or what to answer, you weren't even called married and she had called you Gojo...
Thankfully, Satoru wasn’t the type to shy away from being rude. He simply shrugged at the seller.
“Yeah, yeah, we don’t have all day. Just send it to my address and bill it to me.”
The seller didn’t lose her smile.
“Of course, Master Gojo! Please have a very pleas—”
Satoru didn’t waste any time before dragging you into the street.
“Okay, now let’s get you shoes. You need a couple of running ones, new slippers, heels—not too high, though; you’ll definitely fall. And what else? Loafers, I guess. They fit the stuff you wear. You have a cheap pair already, right?”
You nodded, wondering if the trip was actually more for him. He never seemed to gush over shopping, but he certainly seemed to enjoy dressing you up.
“I like loafers… But I don’t need that many—”
“Yes, you do. Come on, people will talk if I’m the only one with fancy stuff.”
He maybe had a point, but…
You bit your lip, thinking it over. He seemed to like dressing you up and buying you stuff. He had crazy amounts of money… And, well, it wasn’t like you hated playing the princess either. Perhaps you could play along? Even if you had some lingering guilt about it.
“Okay…okay, I’ll get shoes. And then we can get me hats or something. Fancy hats with feathers!”
The man laughed at your suggestion. Feathers? You were taking the movie a little too literally.
“I’ll get you some hats—berets and sunhats, maybe. You’d look cute in them, but drop the feathers. We’re not in the ’90s, babe.”
You blushed as the two of you entered another store, now ready to shop for shoes.
While Satoru did most of the picking, you helped this time too, choosing a few pairs that were mostly rejected—but not always. Out of fifteen pairs, five had been your picks. You didn’t mind so much, though; Satoru’s picks were great, really. He didn’t get you any ridiculously high heels either, only opting for bigger, more comfortable ones.
The next stop was a kimono shop, where you only picked out the fabric for the kimono. Satoru took care of the rest, choosing the obi and accessories to go with it before giving his command to the clearly delighted seller. It wasn’t like you could come close to someone who grew up in a traditional household to pick out colors and fabric for kimonos. You were a little impressed with your lover, you didn’t actually expect him to be that good at…fashion. But somehow, he seemed to be a man of way too many talent. You were starting to get worried about the wedding night that would one day happen. He wouldn’t be too good…would he?
And then it was hats. He seemed to have a thing for berets, as most of his picks were some sort of variation of them. He said you would fit right in as a tourist in Paris, but apparently, he himself had never been there. He promised that he would bring you and that you would wear one of the berets there. You sheepishly nodded and allowed him to pick a handful more of them.
Next came coats. He picked bright colors for you—yellows and reds—telling you he’d have an easier time picking you out in a crowd as if he needed that with his Six Eyes. Most of them were not warm, but among the dozens of charms you had, some kept your temperature at a comfortable range, You didn’t always wear it though, as it was one of the creepiest charms, made out of someone’s something.
After that, it was useless sunglasses. You only picked one pair, as you always wore your vision glasses anyway. You would never wear them because of it, but you would own one in case you ever got brave enough to try contacts.
When you got to the lingerie store, you refused to enter, even though he begged you for a while. You finally promised him that you’d go yourself with Shoko and Mei Mei and show him what you bought after (not on yourself, of course, but he didn’t need to know that).
And finally, there were dresses—an overwhelming amount of them. Short ones, skirts, pants, shirts, tank tops, blouses, jackets, and whatever else he could think of. All of it was billed to his place.
When the shopping trip finally ended and the two of you enjoyed some sweets at a cute café, Satoru seemed to remember something.
“I wanted to get you something else too. I didn’t let you pick, though, because you have no taste—we’ve established that today.”
You scowled, annoyed. You had done your best to pick out nice things.
“What? I’m sure I could pick out something just as nice as what you did! Maybe even something cuter.”
Satoru shrugged, an unbothered look on his face.
“Well, you’ll have to make do with my pick anyway, ’cause I ain’t returning this one.”
The man took out a small box from his pocket, opening it in front of you to reveal a dainty ring with a blue stone embedded in it. It was gorgeous, and—truthfully—exactly what you would have picked yourself.
You looked up at the man, mouth slightly open in surprise.
“A…another charm?”
He smiled, a cocky look on his face.
“Well, it sure is a charm for me, one that’ll let me finally ba—”
You smacked his head, your face red and flushed at his words.
“At least ask the damn question…”
Satoru only laughed at that, sliding the ring onto your finger without bothering with the famous query.
“What question? You’re already mine. This ring just makes it official—it's not like you could refuse.”
It was the second time you were visiting the Kyoto estate, but last time, it had been nearly empty. Now, not so much. Even the number of maids had tripled. You thought back to the ones who had dressed you up the last time you visited—they were probably a little smug, assuming you were Gojo’s girlfriend. You both had denied it, and now, here you were, back again, and they were right.
You wore a blue Furisode, this one given to you by Satoru for the occasion. You’d needed Shoko’s help to put it on, but now that you were in it, you felt confident. You looked great.
Satoru wore a simple grey hakama on his side, but somehow, he didn’t look out of place next to you. That was the advantage of being ridiculously handsome. To be honest, even in a cotton yukata, the man would probably have fit in just fine.
He didn’t have anyone to impress, though—you did. (Even if Satoru strongly disagreed with that, insisting that no one would dare question his decisions and that it was all just a formality.)
You wanted them to accept you, not just tolerate you.
So, you threw Satoru a glance before finally entering the estate, him by your side.
The place hadn’t changed at all. The estate still looked like something from another era—though which era, you couldn’t say.
The maids greeted your boyfriend, bowing deeply, and while the last time you’d come here, he’d ignored them, this time, he nodded to acknowledge their presence.
They soon guided you through the estate, leading you in front of a wooden sliding door.
Satoru removed his glasses, folding them neatly and placing them in his sleeve.
He smiled at you, a reassuring look on his face. You inhaled deeply and nodded at him.
He opened the door and entered the room with ease. A small table sat in the center, with two elderly men seated on pillows on the other side. Two more pillows were arranged on your side.
Satoru quickly sat down, legs wide. You sat next to him on your knees, not wanting to appear disrespectful.
“Ah, so yeah, it’s her—the one you heard about. Let’s make this quick, there’s a movie I wanna watch after this.”
The two elders bowed their heads at Satoru, seemingly used to his antics. They then focused on you, bowing in the same manner they had to your boyfriend. Satoru seemed rather unbothered by the situation.
“We will make this meeting as brief as possible, Gojo-sama,” one of the elders said.
You did your best to straighten up, waiting for the elders to bombard you with questions.
The oldest one simply smiled at you for a moment.
“Please, do not look so stiff. We only wanted to meet you and clarify a few things. There is nothing to fear—we all respect the young master’s choices.”
The other man nodded in affirmation.
“From what we understand, you come from a non-sorcerer family, correct?”
You nodded nervously.
“It is not a bad thing, do not worry. While your energy output is…”
The man glanced at Satoru and paused.
“I just meant to say that there won’t be any political issues with the engagement…”
You looked at Satoru, wondering if he had made a face, but he was simply playing with his phone, uninterested.
“We also understand you’ve been staying with Gojo for a little more than a month. Is that correct?”
You nodded again.
“You’ve been planning on going to university, as well… We want to make it clear that we don’t mind funding your education. We do, however, wish for the lady of the house to at least be educated on how to run the estate. Higher education isn’t an issue either…”
The man glanced at Satoru again.
“But as we are funding your schooling, we would like to recommend a school, if you don’t mind…”
His voice dropped as he spoke, and you could see Satoru had raised his head from his game, now looking at the elder dead in the eyes.
“Taking liberties, I see. We didn’t discuss choosing her school for her, if I remember correctly. Am I wrong?”
His tone was as cold as ice, and the elder stuttered, trying to explain himself. You didn’t give him a chance.
“Oh, stop it, Satoru! They didn’t say they wanted to choose my program… just the school. I don’t mind, really. If it’s important to them, I have no reason to complain.”
You tugged at his sleeve, trying to grab his attention, which wasn’t difficult. He shifted his focus from the men to you.
“You sure? If you change your mind, you can always go elsewhere, you know?”
The younger elder spoke up this time.
“It’s just a recommendation! Not an obligation. If the school doesn’t suit her, we don’t expect her to force herself to enroll.”
You tilted your head at Satoru, as if saying, ‘See?’ to the overprotective man.
He finally softened, returning to his phone with a small pout on his face.
You chuckled as the two men visibly relaxed. They gave you the name of the school, praising it longer than necessary. You didn’t dare show any annoyance on your face, not wanting your “guard dog” to jump on the little old men again.
“We also have a few… things we wanted to clarify. We assume Gojo-sama doesn’t intend to take any other brides or mistresses, correct?”
You frowned at the suggestion, but Satoru answered before you could.
“Of course not. She’d cry if I did that.”
You elbowed him, annoyed by his answer.
“You shouldn’t take any, even if I don’t cry!”
The man nodded at your complaint.
“Yes, yes, of course not. Don’t worry about that. I don’t want to deal with other women.”
The younger elder cleared his throat, continuing where they had left off.
“Yes… so it would eventually be expected for you to run the estate. Gojo-sama never had time to do so, so the responsibility would fall on his wife—on you. Of course, when pregnant or child-rearing, we discourage work, so we’d divide the duties among other sorcerers… But to handle those functions, we’d be grateful if you took a few classes related to administrative tasks.”
Ugh, you weren’t really interested in administration, but if it was that important to them…
“It isn’t a problem. I’ll take those classes if you need me to.”
They were paying for your education, after all, so that was the least you could do.
The elders looked at each other, perhaps reassured by your reactions. Maybe they had expected someone less reasonable—someone more like Satoru.
“There’s also one last thing, concerning the children you will have with Gojo-sama. In the event of a divorce, the clan will claim full custody of any children.”
You felt Satoru’s energy shift, growing menacing and potent. Before you could fully process what was happening, the man was glaring at the elders, his eyes cold.
“A divorce? Could you stop putting stupid ideas in her head? Why should she have to consider what would happen in the event of a divorce? There’s no way it would happen. I would never leave her. Did you even see her? She’s so weak, so delicate, so kind. How could you think I’d leave her? She won’t leave me either, so why should we care about the possibility? She’ll stay by my side until I die, and even after that, I’ll stay with her. So you better watch your mouth, because there won’t be a next time if you try to curse us like this.”
You grabbed his sleeve, trying to calm him down as the elder gasped, seemingly struggling to breathe.
“Satoru… they didn’t mean it that way. It’s probably just procedure. You know I would never leave you. Don’t be so upset. It’s just a fantasy, okay? Not something that can happen.”
You indulged him a little in his disillusion; you had to calm him down, and this was the easiest way.
The man looked at you, then took you into his arms.
“We’ve been here long enough. It reeks of old men in here. Let’s go.”
He stood up, dragging you with him as he threw one last look at the two elders, who were finally catching their breath.
Then, he warped the two of you out of there.