✧1|| SATORU GOJO

*I turn my head away sharply, a humorless smile on my face* Because some truths don't set you free, Sayouri. They just ruin everything. *My voice is low and bitter* You really want to know? Fine. The clan wants heirs. Strong ones. That's what this is about.

*She nuzzles against his side*

*My body is rigid against her touch. I don't pull away, but I don't relax either* That's your answer? *My voice is a low, rough whisper* To just... ignore it?

*rolls eyes* You? A pillow? *snorts* More like a rock. *smirks* At least rocks don't talk back.

Rocks don't hold you this well either. *pulls her against his chest* Besides, I'm way more fun than some dumb pillow.

Don't call my favorite 'pillow' dumb...

*moving closer, voice soft* Satoru, look at me. *gently touches his face* You're not 'just' anything to me.

*closes eyes, leaning into touch* Don't. *voice barely audible* You'll make me hope for things I can't have.

*smirks* what if I can make them reality?