somerandomwriter

I write random fanfics on AO3

[somerandomwriter @mesirch]

@eriskarlsefni I love u.

[somerandomwriter @mesirch]

"I'll stay, 'Hime. I'll take care of you and the baby." His fingers locked with hers, "whatever happens, I'll protect you."

Gojo scans her hesitating face, "Promise me?" She mumbled.

"I vow to you, Utahime." He grins before letting out a laugh.

"I'm gonna be a father."

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"You're sure? This is a big responsibility to deal with."

Gojo nodded, "Just because I run away from the old farts, doesn't mean I'll also run away from this." He expressed, grinning at her face that was asking for assurance.

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"'Course, I am. You expect me to leave you waddling with a half Gojo?"

"I didn't think you'd care." She uttered before feeling his fingers intertwining with hers as she slowly looked back at him.

"I care for you, 'Hime."

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"You're gonna be a great momma, 'Hime." His last laugh turned into a whisper, "And I'm gonna be the greatest dad to ever exist."

His words surely caressed her heart, her cheeks blushed pink and she looked away from his warm cerulean eyes. "You'll stay?" She mumbled.

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#gojohime

"Is it mine?"

Utahime's face scrunched as she faced his question—a question she wanted to avoid.

"How can you assume it's yours? You're not the only man I've been with." She scoffed, eyeing the way her green tea swirled against the cup.

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"Take care of you of course," he grinned, playing with his blindfold around his pale neck. "You gotta start packing your stuff if you start craving my body heat." Utahime was irked at his tease, clicking her tongue at him, "Take this seriously, Gojo Satoru."

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She was rather surprised at the same time because he didn't seem to be as disappointed as she expected him to be. In her opinion, he's not the type of man to want to be stuck in a relationship.

"So what do you plan to do now, Satoru?"

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"I can't believe it had to be you." She grumbled and he faked a hurt gasp, "how mean! The only woman who got to sleep with the honored Gojo Satoru is disappointed! I'm so hurt." As much as she wanted to throw a second cup at him, she gripped the armrest instead.

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"Satoru."

He tilted his head, "What?" before giggling, "I'm serious," he silvery added while eyeing her from face to her abdomen—his six eyes trying to see through under skin.

"You're gonna be a momma, Utahime."

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"You don't have to." Slowly, he lifted his finger to reach the corner of his blindfold before pulling it down as he meets her gaze. "I'll take care of you, 'Hime."

"What about the higher-ups?"

"If they do something, the last color they'll see is purple."

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Silence invades their conversation before Gojo finally settles down on his seat, "It really is mine, huh?" His mouth settled on a small smile, even Utahime can't tell if he's taking it seriously.

"I'm not asking for child support, Satoru."

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Utahime rolls her eyes at him, "you're not a responsible man. Let alone become a father."

"Aha! So it is mine!" He snickered, pointing a finger at her as she heaves out a sigh. There was no point of hiding anything from him anyway. Sooner or later, he'd find out.

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"That's impossible, no man would sleep with you—" Her cup went flying, shattering against his infinity.

"Gojo!"

He threw his head back with a laugh, "—aside from me." He finished before dropping infinity, "you may take me as an idiot, Hime. But, I'm not really stupid."

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(NAHAHA okay yes, this was OOC. But I like it :)) also, I will publish this on ao3 once I'm done with it. This was kind of a prologue hehe. I do hope you guys will like it. Bye for now <3)

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"A scandal between us is not worth it, Satoru. I must remain pure before my marriage with his majesty, Naoya." This was her cue to leave, to excuse herself—yet she wanted to hear his response before she did so.

"Do you want to marry him?"

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Gojo was at his limit—he could feel her breath tickling his lips as he stared at her, eyes dropping down to her pink, soft lips—he felt envious of Naoya.

This man did not deserve a taste of her. Gojo should be her fiancée instead of Naoya.

"Let me marry you, 'hime."