There Is Something So Damn Satisfying About The Face Physics When Gojo And Yuta Are Swapped.

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⌢⌢⌢⌢୨୧⌢⌢⌢⌢ With your hugs, I found my safe haven ⌢⌢⌢⌢୨୧⌢⌢⌢⌢

just when i thought he couldn't get hotter, he pulled up with this. I AM NEVER GETTING OVER THIS. HELLOOOO???!!! HELLO WHAT THE FUCK???

# NORAGAMI LAYOUTS !!

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You fling yourself around the corner, catching the door frame with your hand to stay upright. Shinso doesn't jump; he heard you stomping from all the way down the hall.

"I'm late."

He doesn't look up from his duffle bag. He's arranging the clothes carefully, placing each rolled sock in a row. "How late?"

"No, like-" You roll your hands in the air expectantly. "Period late."

Shinso glances at your feet and watches how you bounce on your toes with excitement. With a sigh. he looks up at you, expression set.

"How late are you?"

You stop bouncing. "It was supposed to come last night."

Shinso groans as he stands, pushing off of his knee for support.

"But, it's different this time!" you insist before he can say anything. "I feel different."

He sucks on one side of his cheek, pulling a dimple into his skin. He's still boyish in his features, even after all these years. Carefully, he measures his words, saying your name ever so gently.

"I just don't want you to get your hopes up again just for it to be negative." He taps his house slipper against his bag. "Because you'll end up testing again the next day, then the next day, just make sure it's really negative-"

"Hitoshi-"

"I just don't want you to break your heart again."

This song and dance must be getting old for him. Every month, you get excited, only to see that little line once again. Hitoshi's right: it always breaks your heart.

You think, maybe, he mourns it too. Silently. Privately. It's hard to tell. He's not like you. He's not expressive or outspoken, but je's always there to hold your hand and try again.

"Let's just wait a couple days." Hitoshi, as if he knows what you're thinking, reaching up and takes your hand. "If you're still late, I'll buy you as many tests as you want."

You swallow down your disappointment.

"How many days?"

"When I come back from this mission." He counts on his fingers. "Three days?"

"Three days? I'm supposed to not know if I'm pregnant for three days?"

Hitoshi shrugs and kneels back down, tending to his things. "Some people don't know they're pregnant the whole pregnancy."

"That's different and you know it."

thinking about kento coming back after the incident...

he feels so insecure on the aftermath that happened to his body.

there were only questions in his mind.

would you take him back if he comes back in this state?

would you find someone else?

would you shoo him away?

or worse...

would you leave him..?

kento rings the doorbell of your shared home.

you slowly walk to the door, too down to even move.

you’ve done nothing but sob, waiting for your husband to finally come back. you wouldn’t be worried if he actually gave you a call back or a single text. but no, no text, no calls or anything.

opening the door, there you found him.

“kento..?”

you can still recognize him?

“hey, sweetheart...”

“kento... you’re back, you’re back!”

you hugged him so tightly, as if you were never gonna let him go again.

kento returns your hug, kissing the crown of your head.

“i thought you were...” you didn’t continue. instead, you just hugged him even more.

“i kept fighting for you, of course. i don’t wanna be the sole reason on why my pretty wife would mourn. i already hate myself for making you cry for god knows how long, i’m sorry, my love.”

kento was starting to tear up, he saw how puffed up your eyes were, how red your nose was, or how you kept on sniffling once every two seconds.

it pains him, knowing that this was his doing, he’s making you cry.

“promise me you’ll never leave me again...”

“i promise, sweetheart.”

Thanks for giving Megumi the finest gene

Here's your birthday cake 🎂

bro's a fucking cat

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