Since you and obsessive!satoru broke up, you haven’t felt safe. You are wary of what you wear, notice the men who leer at you with fear because who was there to step in if they decided to harm you?
Now you had dumped Satoru for being too full on, giving you no breathing room, no one.
You were vulnerable in a way you hadn’t been in years, and you hated it. The freedom Satoru’s presence offered you was something you had taken for granted, not appreciated.
He was always on standby, ready to fight, beat up or demean a soul who dared get too close. A blanket of safety. One you had thrown away.
Tightening your jacket, you sped up, heading to Satoru’s building on impulse as the guy behind you gained ground. He could just be walking home from the mall like you, but God if your mind wasn’t somersaulting with fright.
What you’d give for Satoru to be on your back like a bear now.
The footsteps got even closer, right behind you, you couldn’t help it, you started running, so fucking scared, most of it probably in your head.
But it wasn’t, the man started running too.
Bursting into the fancy reception of Satoru’s building, you fumbled with your bag to retrieve your access card to the elevator. The security guard looked concerned but you just wanted to feel safe, and there was only one place on this planet you felt that way.
The moment the lift doors opened into the foyer you banged on Satoru’s door, not having a key after throwing it away in a fit of annoyance.
Satoru opened the door after mere seconds, eyes widening with concern when he saw your watering eyes. “What’s wrong sweets?” Collapsing into his arms, you squeezed him tight, so relieved to be against the hard muscles of his chest with his familiar smell laced into his cotton shirt.
“Someone followed me… I am sorry I broke up with you, it was stupid. I understand now, you only wanted what was best for me and I saw it as overbearing and-”
“Don’t be silly sweetheart. I get it, I can be full on at times, but we have all this penthouse if you need a lil breather, yeah?” Shaking your face by a thumb and finger on your chin, he grinned at your teary eyed expression. “Yeah.” You agreed.
Cupping your face in his hands, he kissed your upset right off your lips, your fear melting away with his presence. Sweeping you up bridal style, he carried you to your shared bedroom, not having moved a thing.
Was it a horrible thing for Satoru to send a hooded man after you? Yeah, he was going to hell. But all he was trying to do was prove to you what he already knew, that you needed him to feel safe, and that was his duty and he prided himself on it.
That, and Satoru Gojo was never letting the love of his life go. Not for anything.
