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You know when you’re reading a reallllllly long book series and you keep joking that it’ll never end and you will be enslaved forever and then it ends and you’re like WAIT STOP COME BACK I DIDN’T MEAN IT
remember when alfred turned up at henry's door step sodden and desperately repressed and confessed he needed him while henry stood there shirtless and then they made out good times
young!Laurent vibes if his uncle did end up putting him on front lines
Tell the moths in my tummy to relocate, please
Synopsis: In which 40° weather grants you insight into Satoru’s powers Word Count: 2.0k
Story Content: Female reader, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Seemingly unrequited pining, Idiots in love but they don’t even know it yet, Slow-burn (doesn’t get anywhere), Crackfic, We learn the many ways in which Satoru can use his technique, Reader POV!
A/N: this is a celcius only household (kidding. but not really.) This has been in my drafts for a reaaaally long time im just glad its out honestly
GOJO SATORU is a frigid blast of cold air during a warm summer day.
It’s surprising, considering his typical characterisation. People, yourself included, likened him to the sun. Bright and blinding. That’s how the pillar of the Jujutsu world should be, they’d say. He’s the epitome of sorcery. The honored one, they’d praise.
Just to be clear, you thought of him as the sun for entirely different reasons. Reasons that you weren’t about to go into too detail about. But just as a tiny, small little hint: It had to do with his body temperature. And you were currently being quickly betrayed by what you once thought was fact.
“Am I a portable air-con?”
“Yeah,” you spit at him. Half in betrayal and half in fascination, you huff, gripping his elbows to keep him still as you tuck your body against him, forcing his technique over you with your own.
The chill settles into your bones and makes you sigh sweetly. It almost makes you forget about how the sun was shining a little too brightly into your eyes.
In the back of your mind, you can’t help but envy him and his thousand dollar shades. Did he bring a spare? Could you have them?
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