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Behind Satoru's steady gaze resting upon your soft expression as you fell to your quiet musings again, there's a warm sun-lit current in the unmeasured azure of his eyes pulling you towards him. Your body tries not to squirm just as his muscles relax a little and through Megumi's viewpoint, he can see the small touch of radiance in the swooping arcs of his smile that spreads into every part of him. When he opens his mouth to speak, the young boy can feel his smile extend through the lilt of his voice and the choices of words he uses when addressing you.
"Why do you always do that? Stare at Y/N like that?"
Megumi was nearly eight years old when he began to develop a concept of what a loving relationship between couples looks like after being taken in by Satoru and you and observing the way you two interact. The sweet glances as you're both holding hands and doing the little things for one another such as getting your coffee ready in the morning or draping a cozy blanket over the lanky man after passing out from exhaustion all contribute to his understanding of romance and love, even when he has to turn himself away when his mentor would purposely kiss you in front of him to make him uncomfortable.
Satoru breathes out a soft chuckle as he veers his attention to the pre-teenager and a wide grin spreads across his face because this is the first time Megumi expressed any real interest in his relationship. But he guesses that the young sorcerer is around the age where love interests and such are bound to happen so he decides to indulge him because he knows you're listening in on the conversation. "Well Megumi-chan, isn't it already obvious? It's because of how pretty she is and how lucky I am to be with her!"
There's nothing you could do about the blossoming smile on your face, and when Megumi turns to look at you there's a faint glow of happiness making itself home in your features because if there's one thing you know for certain about Gojo Satoru is that he's always honest with you and Megumi 一 sometimes to a fault. "Good answer. I was going to make you sleep on the couch if you gave a bad one."
"Heh? You know I'd never do anything to make you upset, sweetheart." When Satoru registers your warning gaze, his throat suddenly became dry and goosebumps prickled down the length of his spine as he sensed that you were about to recall the recent troubles he caused you. "...Or at least, not on purpose anyway. Ahem! Does it feel hot in here? Would you like something to drink, honey? I'll get you something to drink. How does a sparkling cherry-ade sound?"
"Sounds perfect, actually. Thank you, 'Toru."
"No problem, baby. And Megumi?"
"Just a glass of water."
"Gotcha, sport. Be back in a jiff."
With that said, your boyfriend saunters into the kitchen and begins pulling items from the pantry and refrigerator as he hums a gentle tune to fill the space. Between your fingers tapping on the keyboard of your laptop and returning to your thoughts about tomorrow's errands and dinner plans, you could feel Megumi's eyes weigh heavily on you as though he wants to say something. "Hm? What's up, Megumi?"
"How do you know? That Gojo-sensei is the one?" He was sincere about his question and you can see the curiosity brimming behind midnight blues, but for a split second the thought of Satoru putting him behind this did cross your mind because he has a penchant for hearing you say he's the absolute best significant other in the world and all the wonderful traits you love about him. As you lean back into your chair and carefully think about your response, the feeling of how indescribably happy he makes you was your biggest indicator.
"Everything is better with him around. If there's something I'm doing on my own, I'd wish that he was there to share the experience with me. My world just feels much brighter with him in it." You don't notice that Satoru's humming came to a halt so he could hear you say those words, and he had to pretend his heart hadn't swelled up three sizes too large when he enters back into the common area with a tray of cold beverages.
"Even when he can be a big idiot sometimes?" Megumi says, serious and nonchalant. Your soft laughter causes his stoic expression to lighten a moment as the corner of his mouth twitches upward and your hand reaches to ruffle the dark tendrils atop his head.
"Yes, even when he can be a big idiot sometimes."
"Hey now, I hope you two weren't just bad-mouthing me behind my back." Satoru strides in with scrunched-up brows and pouty lips, still adorned in his cute kitchen apron as he sets down the tray on the coffee table and distributes the drinks between the small crowd of three. You and Megumi like to play coy saying how you two wouldn't dream of it, but he understands it's just harmless jokes and teasings that even he participates in every now and again. When he goes to hand you your drink, there's a slight pause with a gentle brush of your fingertips against his and he lowers his head to place a tender kiss on top of your head before murmuring,
"Here you go, angel. And you know, if you ask me I find myself enjoying the small things too. Just because I was doing them with you."
Megumi knows that neither of you were perfect but it was abundantly clear that Satoru loved you deeply and you loved him back just as much. People can easily say things like "I love you" but from watching you both over the years and making a mutual effort for one another in every aspect of your relationship, he can see for himself what real love is supposed to look like. Comfortable, warm, and content with a touch of playfulness and sweet gestures for the little joys in life and gleams of sunshine. But most importantly, no matter what happens at least you have each other.