Satoru Gojo ┄ Puppy
When you're giving your boyfriend the silent treatment and he follows you around like a heartbroken golden retriever, whining for your love.It had been an entire day since Satoru Gojo had returned to Tokyo — twenty-four hours, eleven minutes, and a few seconds, which he kept counting in his head every time he felt particularly miserable (which, at that point, was constant). The great and feared “Strongest Sorcerer” was sprawled out on the teachers’ dorm couch at Jujutsu High, arms wide open like an offering to the universe, his head hanging dramatically to the side as he let out the hundred and ninth tragic sigh of the afternoon.
Because, yeah, his boyfriend still hadn’t talked to him.
It’s not like Satoru hadn’t made a triumphant return — he arrived back at the school with his sunglasses gleaming under the sun, waving like a celebrity back from a world tour, expecting applause, confetti, and, of course, a warm hug (or even an impatient shove, which to him was just another sign of love).
But what did he get?
Silence. A sideways glance. And, most painful of all: his boyfriend walked right past him in the hallway like he was... a nobody! There was no hug. Not even a smile. No look that said, “You’re back, you unbearable idiot, but I missed you.” Nothing.
The day dragged on, slow and cruel. That night, Satoru appeared at his boyfriend’s apartment door like an anxious shadow. He didn’t even knock — used that dumb little trick of opening the door with a technique (even knowing it would only make his boyfriend more irritated).
“Heyyy...” he said, peeking his head in first like a giant dog about to be kicked off the couch. “Are you... busy? I mean, besides planning new ways to make me suffer?”
Nothing.
His boyfriend was on the couch, back turned, messing with his phone.
Satoru walked in slowly and dramatically, taking off his glasses and dropping them on the table with an intentionally loud clunk, hoping it would get some attention. Still nothing. So he stopped behind his boyfriend, leaning in slowly until his voice whispered near his ear.
“You still love me, right?” he asked in an almost childlike tone. “You’re mad... but you love me. Right? Righty-right? Like, at least 2%?”
His boyfriend remained still.
“I almost died in Dubai, you know?” he lied shamelessly. “There was a cursed spirit the size of a building. And no one made jokes with me. No one called me unbearable. No one kicked me... it was awful.”
With a quiet motion, he let his chin drop onto his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I missed you so much. And I know you’re mad because I didn’t say I was leaving like that... but it was an urgent mission. And now you’re punishing me, aren’t you? This is punishment. Your silence is my divine punishment.” He buried his face in his boyfriend’s neck, mumbling, “Look, if you wanna hit me, that’s okay. I probably deserve it. But please don’t ignore me. That was the worst part of everything — sleeping without you next to me. And I’m not being dramatic! Okay, maybe a little... but it’s true.”
Satoru gently pulled his boyfriend’s arm, trying to intertwine his fingers. “Just let me stay here tonight, please? I promise I’ll be quiet... or at least pretend for five minutes. I’ll make you dango after. Just the way you like it. And... and I’ll let you call me all the names you want.”
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