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A rose for a rose

Prompt: jjk characters buy you flowers 🌹

Characters: shoko, toji, gojo, nanami

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Shoko - 'The one that loves too much'

Shoko held her cigarette to her lips and looked sideways at the man sitting on a chair on the street with buckets filled with fresh flowers arranged in bouquets. He had a small variety of flowers, and the bouquets were simple but pretty.

She left the school to get to a nearby pharmacy to restock on bandages and ointment for the infirmary. She walked without a rush. It was a nice sunny day, and she wondered if she should pick up a snack for lunch at the convenience store she knew was right ahead on the next block.

The man sat in silence immerse on his own thoughts. He remained invisible to the crowd that didn't spared him a glance. The handwritten signs on cardboard boxes read the prices. "Big bouquet", "Small bouquet", "Small rose bouquet", "Single rose".

Shoko put out her cigarette and approached the nearest set of flowers. White, yellow, pink, red. She didn't actually know how to call the flowers by name. She bent her knees to her chest to give them a closer look, and reached out with a single finger to caress one of the petals.

"Flowers are a nice way to say 'thank you'." A soft voice said. Shoko lifted her eyes to see the man on the chair who pointed at one of the small bouquets. "Since sometimes it's a hard thing to say with words."

Shoko looked at the set of small bouquets on the bucket. She asked herself if it would be alright to take one with her. She considered it carefully, and then reconsidered to consider it some more.

It never escaped her how odd was the amount of time she had to ponder around this type of thing. It shouldn't be so hard to buy a gift for your partner. But there was this hesitation, faint but ever present around her heart, the fear of exposing herself as the type of person that loved too much. The fear of finding out to be the one that loved more.

She picked a set of flowers from the bucket. The plastic crinkled under the light weight of her fingers. Three light pink roses with small white flowers around them. How nice it would be to not be scared to buy them.

You would love them.

You would kiss her thank you and smile at her with your whole heart. 'I love you', you would whisper, the way you did every morning and every night.

Sometimes Shoko wondered why it was so hard for her to trust and let go, guessed she was too scarred.

Maybe not just yet.

She placed the flowers back into the bucket and stood up, putting her hands back into the pockets of her white coat.

"You don't look like you're hesitating because of the price", the man said.

Shoko debated with herself if she should make something up to avoid a salesman speech. She started to feel as if she was in the way of the walking crowd.

"They are quite cheap, actually. You should raise your prices." She decided to answer.

"Saying 'thank you' sometimes makes us feel too vulnerable, doesn't it?"

The man had an eccentric way to do sales.

Yet...

Shoko looked back at the bouquet of flowers, picking at her nails inside the pockets of her coat. Just do it. It was normal to get gifts for your partner. You had done it multiple times for her.

If a bunch of flowers felt like too much... Did she really love you?

Her eyes flickered between the colors.

If a bunch of flowers was too much–

Shoko bent down and picked one of the single roses wrapped around clear plastic paper decorated with prints of white hearts and stars.

Small steps.

She reached for her pocket and took out a bill from her wallet.

"Keep the change." She said to the man.

"Have a good day, lady." He accepted the money.

Shoko carried the rose carefully in one hand and decided she would stop at the convenience store after all before getting back to the school.

Toji - 'Poor man with rich solutions'

Toji walked back home in the afternoon after work.

The road he usually took was cut due to a festival on the streets that would take place that night and for the following week, therefore he had to take a detour and move to one of the busy streets he usually avoided.

The crowd of busy office men and women in their tidy suits moved forward ready to get back to rest for the day.

His groceries hung on the tip of his fingers. His mind was elsewhere, pondering between his next gig and what he should make for dinner.

You were supposed to come by tonight. He went out for some ingredients for dessert, since he wanted tonight to be a little more fancy. He did have a rough moment at the store when he realized he didn't know about your ice cream preference, but everyone liked chocolate flavor, right?

That was a thing he should ask about tonight.

Lost in his thoughts, he caught himself on time before clashing with someone that came from the side at a hurried pace.

The man had come out from one of the stores that lined one against the other on the street. He carried a phone in one hand, and his wallet, a bouquet, a bag and a jacket in the other. He held everything with a deadly grip while trying to put the backpack's straps on his shoulders without dropping everything else. The bouquet flapped around and got caught under the jacket for a moment. A rose petal fell on the sidewalk.

"I'm on my way, baby. I stopped for a little surprise for you." The man said on the phone, "You'll see, you'll see..."

He had a dumb smile on his face and his eyes shined bright. He was so stupified by the voice on the other side of the phone he still didn't realize Toji was right behind him and he was close to hit him in his stupid little dance.

Toji raised an eyebrow at the anxious little man.

"I'm going to the train station right now, I'll be there in twenty minutes. Do you want me to pick something up from the store?"

He finally got to put his backpack on properly, and get his wallet in his pocket. He hung the jacket on one of the straps of his bag, and he stared at the yellow bouquet with a tender expression.

The person on the other side of the phone must have said something funny because next he was turning around while giggling like an idiot.

The man walked away jumping on his toes, blind to the pedestrians he barely avoided in his trance. His laugh lingered as he lost himself in the crowd.

Toji mumbled some not nice words under his breath and looked to the side to where the man had come from. The flower shop was a little hole in the wall. The front of the shop was almost completely glass so you could see the flower arrangements lined up for display.

Toji thought of how stupidly in love that person looked while looking at the bouquet he bought.

He wondered if you would like to receive some too.

He stepped closer to the window of the shop. He looked at the shades of pink, orange, blue, white and red. A bucket of red roses was set on the middle row to the left. The price of half a dozen roses was...

Insane.

Toji scolded at the amount. It was ridiculous. What do they water these flowers with that got them to be this expensive? He pressed his jaw tight, doing some quick math on his brain. No. There was not enough on his wallet right now, and the money he had left on the bank was everything he had to work with until next month.

Whatever. You never mentioned flowers anyway.

He turned away from the flower shop and resumed his walk home.

A bitter feeling followed close behind him with every step as he left the busy streets and began walking into a residential area.

Toji thought of the men and his stupid smile again, and the feeling of frustration grew on his chest.

He sighed, thinking there was no reason to make such a big deal out of a simple idea that had flashed through his mind and you didn't even know about.

Still, there was a lingering feeling of having disappointed you-

Until a sudden idea struck.

Toji stopped on his feet one more time and looked at a house to his left. It was an old house like all the others in this particular neighborhood. Around this area the streets were quiet, and the rent was cheap. It was the kind of neighborhood that had many elderly people hanging around.

The type of people that had a lot of free time and enjoyed gardening.

The particular house he had spotted had a flower pot hanging by the window that faced the street.

Toji listened attentively and looked straight into the window for any sight of life. Then, he walked slowly to the pot. He left his grocery bags on the floor and drew a knife from his waist.

A few minutes and a few bad cuts by thorns later, Toji was walking down the sidewalk with his handmade bouquet.

If you think about it, handmade gifts are always more meaningful than something anyone could buy in a store.

The following morning a grandma cursed at the bandals that had massacred his roses and swore to one day get her revenge.

Gojo - 'Black Card in love'

Satoru was on his lazy hour after lunch scrolling on his phone. A new picture of you crossed his feed and he instantly liked it and opened it to read the comments. Friends, family and some random weirdos complimented your sweet smile hiding behind a wildflower you were holding on one hand.

Taking a break with friends at the park, the caption read. He smiled. He wanted to ditch work and teletransport next to you right then. He sighed dramatically.

"My beloved is out there being monopolized by a bunch of randos and I'm here rotting." He complained to no one in particular, or maybe to the entire Universe.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, to then refocus his attention at the comment section of your post.

so cuteeeee

youre eyes are so pretty

Today is a sunny day lets enjoy it!

so pretty.. the flower too...

Satoru frowned at the screen. Vultures. And then he typed a comment of his own.

My partner is so beautiful!!

And filled it with an exuberant amount of red hearts so the comment would stand out to anyone who entered to leave their own.

Satoru knew he had nothing to be afraid of, there was nothing this people had that could match with him. Money, power and a good name. Gojo Satoru was one hell of a catch. He was exactly what everyone looked for in a partner. Exactly what you deserved. That was why those comments were so preposterous to him.

He tapped on your picture and looked at your profile, checking if there was any other photo he hadn't seen yet that you upload recently, but he was proud to say he was up to date.

He returned to his feed and the torment of the infinite scrolling, pausing every once in a while on some pictures not because he was interested but out of boredom, when a particular picture caught his attention.

It was the picture of one of your friends holding a big bouquet of roses that covered most of the frame with a wide smile on their face. The caption read, Happy birthday to me! Thank you to my one and only for this beautiful gift.

You had liked the picture and your comment was between the first few of the bunch.

happy birthday!! those flowers are so beautiful i wish someone did that for me some day too!!

Satoru took his feet off the table in front of him. He sat up, leaned his body forward and prompted his elbows over his knees, tapping his cheek with his finger.

You never said that you liked flowers? Silly you.

He closed social media and opened his browser. It took him a few minutes to find a place that spoke quality, but after that he was quick to get on the phone.

"La Boutique Florale, my name is Amy. How might I help you?"

"Amy! Hello~. I would like to order five hundred roses, please."

"Absolutely, sir. Is it for an event?"

"Just a bouquet." He said while playing with his nails.

"A bouquet, sir?"

"Yes. But add some of those tiny white flowers to make it look pretty..." He smiled already thinking of the picture you would post of it. He needed to be on them.

"The price of a five hundred bouquet of flowers would be–"

"Don't worry about that. I'll pay with credit." Any price she could name was not a struggle for him.

"Good, no problem. Would you like to add a note, sir?"

"A note? Mmm... write something like 'for my pretty bumblebee with love from your one and only' on a nice handwriting. Add a little heart to it. I'll tell you the address..."

As easy as that.

When everything was set and done he hung up the phone and stretched on his chair with a satisfied smile.

Gojo Satoru was one hell of a catch. He just liked to remind you of it once in a while, so you wouldn't be tempted by something less than you deserved.

Nanami - 'The ways of a gentleman'

Nanami parked his car in front of a tiny flower shop in the outskirts of the city on his way to school. It was early in the morning. The sunlight was still hushing away the cold of the night. It tickled his skin when he opened the car's door and as he walked the short distance to the shop.

A bell dinged as he opened the glass door. A nice lady offered him a ‘good morning’ and asked if he was looking for anything in particular.

Nanami brushed his gaze around the flowers on display. A line of flower arrangements on a table at the center of the room caught his eye. He walked to the table and pondered on the colors. He already had something in mind before coming in. One of the bouquets in particular seemed to be what he was looking for.

"That's a beautiful choice, is it meant for a special occasion?" The lady asked when he placed the roses over the counter.

"It's our anniversary today." He said, and took out his wallet to pay.

"Well, I'm sure your partner would love it. Small details are what makes a long lasting relationship."

Nanami slightly smiled for himself, agreeing with the lady but having nothing else to add.

The lady smiled too and reached under the counter for a piece of paper and a pen. She bent over to place the pen over the card. Nanami could guess what she was going to ask before she had the chance to do so, so he said instead,

"Do you mind if I write it?"

"Of course not, here you go.” She slided the pen to place it in front of him and accepted his card. The lady passed the payment while he scribbled a short message. It was straightforward, but in no way not less meaningful because of it, coming from Nanami.

For another year together. With love, Kento.

"Here you go..." Called the lady as she left his card over the counter.

Nanami thanked her and placed the card and his wallet back in his back pocket. He left the shop followed by a 'have a good day', and got to his car. He opened the driver's door and carefully placed the roses over the passenger seat.

As he started the engine, he thought if there was still time to pick up another treat for you or if he risked getting late for work. The thought only troubled him because he wanted to see you before you started your class with the first years.

He might as well rush, because truth be told, he was kind of excited to see you to give you your gift and a sweet 'i love you' kiss.

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Dancing With Gojo Satoru

pairings: satoru gojo x f! reader

warnings: none!

this is pure fluff. tooth rotting fluff. I've never been so motivated to write something and now I have a lot more motivation to write, so I'll be taking requests! I'm a lot more active again so I'll also be happy to answer any questions too. Feedback is appreciated!

Enjoy :)

Everyone knows Gojo is a good dancer. He’s literally good at anything he does. But when it comes to dancing, Satoru favors when it’s just you two.

Sure, when you go to the club with your friends he has a good time. I mean, come on, he gets to keep his hands on you all night. There will be no doubts that he is yours and you are his. He enjoys the way your body leans against his all night and how your hands will run up and down his chest or your arms wrapped around his neck.

In fact he loves those nights.

But Gojo loves to dance when it’s you two alone in your shared apartment.

The first time you danced alone with Satoru was in the kitchen. It was sometime after 9pm and you both wanted to make cookies. You decided to put on a playlist of high energy songs to bounce around and sing to while baking.

The dough was in a ball, ready to be rolled out, when “Everytime We Touch” by Cascada had come on. Satoru was putting some dishes in the sink while you prepared the dough on the counter. The chorus of the song had begun and you turned to Satoru, holding the rolling pin as a microphone.

“CAUSE EVERYTIME WE TOUCH I GET THIS FEELING!”

Satoru basically jumped out of his pajama pants, but turned to you and couldn’t hold back his smile even if he wanted to.

“AND EVERYTIME WE KISS I SWEAR I COULD FLY!” you continued.

Satoru quickly grabbed the whisk he had yet to put in the sink for his impromptu microphone and joined you.

“CAN’T YOU FEEL MY HEART BEAT FAST! I WANT THIS TO LAST!”

You dramatically pointed at Satoru while singing the last line of the chorus, “NEED YOU BY MY SIDE!”

You two continued to dramatically perform the rest of the song and a few that followed. Jumping around the kitchen, striking silly poses, and doing goofy dances. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing. And Satoru swore he had never seen anything more beautiful than that sight.

It didn’t matter that the next song that played was “Last Friday Night”. Satoru looked at you and smiled a smile that said “you are my one,” and reached a hand out to you.

“May I have this dance?”

Your smile softened from one of excitement to one of adoration. You placed your hand in his.

“You may.”

You both put your “microphones” back on the counter. He placed his now free hand on your waist, and you placed yours on his shoulder.

To any outsider looking in, it would look a little silly to be dancing like this in your pajamas at almost 10pm in your kitchen. But no one could deny the pure love and affection shared between the two of you. It’s as if the rest of the world faded away, and all that was left was the two of you dancing in that kitchen.

Satoru had begun to spin and dip you, making you laugh all over again. He put you in a dip and held you there for a moment, speaking softly, “You really are so beautiful, you know,” before bringing you back up. You couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks.

“Says the handsome gentleman I get to call my boyfriend.”

He spun you out before pulling you back into a sweetheart hold. He melted from there, wrapping his hands around your waist and dropping his chin to your shoulder. You placed your hands over his.

“I love you so much,” he whispered to you.

You leaned your head against his. “I love you, too.”

He kissed your shoulder and nuzzled into your neck. You gently stroked your thumb against his hand.

“You make me so happy.”

You leaned into his touch a little further. You grabbed his left hand and brought the back of it to your mouth, kissing his left ring finger.

“I’m glad.”

The two of you stood there for a few minutes just enjoying each other’s embrace before you suggested finishing the cookies. Satoru kissed your cheek and spun you back out. He then changed the playlist to one of softer songs you guys could sing to each other.

The second time you danced alone with Satoru was in your bedroom before a dinner party with your friends. You stood in front of a full length mirror. You were wearing a slim black dress with a leg slit, neck and ears adorned with plenty of expensive rocks Satoru felt the need to spoil you with. Satoru walked up from behind you, dressed in a black suit with a silver watch to match your jewelry. He put his hands on your waist and kissed the side of your neck before placing his chin on your exposed shoulder. He made eye contact with you in the mirror. He whispered in your ear.

“Mmm, tu es si belle mon amour.”

A tingle shivered down your spine. You smiled at him through the mirror.

“What did I say about speaking French?”

Satoru’s hands began to roam your body, trying to feel every curve as if to memorize it (like he hasn’t already). He mumbled into your shoulder, “That I should do it more often.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t let the smile fall from your lips. “To not do it until we get back from our plans.”

“Oh, but baby,” Satoru reached around to the outside of your left thigh, “it’s not my fault you get so hot and bothered by it.” Satoru lifted your leg and spun you to face him. He dipped you backwards, your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. He leaned closer to your face. Sultry, he whispered, “c’est ton problème.”

You let your eyes close and your head fall back before he brought you back up to your feet. Your eyes met his, a smirk lingering across his face. He lifts the arm wrapped around your waist and guides your arm to his shoulder before returning his arm to your waist. He interlaces your fingers with the other.

“danse avec moi, ma chérie?”

You squeezed his hand in yours and smiled sweetly at your boyfriend. Matching his tone, you replied, “bien sûr, mon ange.”

Satoru began to sway the two of you away from the mirror. He held you close this time, never letting you stray too far. While there was no music playing, the two of you shared a rhythm easily, never missing a step. He would spin you under his arm and bring you right back into his chest. He’d lower you into a dip and kiss you every time. Spin. Kiss. Dip. Kiss. The cycle on repeat between every few steps. Each kiss became longer and more passionate.

He dipped you low and attached his lips to yours. Your hands left his neck to find solace on the back of his head. Satoru tried to return upright but you kept him in his place. One hand traveling down to his chest and lingering there as you allowed him to pull you both up, lips detaching only for a quick breath before the two of you were chasing each other's lips.

You began to walk Satoru backwards, his hands holding onto your waist. You pushed him back onto your shared bed.

You were late to the dinner party that night.

The third time you danced alone with Satoru was in your shared bathroom one quiet Saturday morning. You had woken up at 8. You blearily looked at your boyfriend in the morning light. His hair always falls softly across his face and pillow. The way the sun kisses his cheeks. The way he always had an arm wrapped around you, protecting you even in slumber. You thought nothing of this world could compete with the beauty that is Gojo Satoru peacefully sleeping in the morning sun.

You reached a hand up and caressed his cheek with the back of your index finger. A featherlight touch. You moved your hand up to move the hair away from his eyes. Satoru didn’t move at all.

“You can hold me,” he mumbled. Eyes still closed.

He didn’t have to specify. He knew that in the morning, before you started your day, you loved to run your hands through his hair and hold his head in your hands. It was your way of making sure you gave him at least one physical show of affection each day. There were rough days where you or he would come home late from missions or were simply so tired you’d pass out immediately after entering the door. You were sure he knew you loved him every day, but you want to make sure he feels that love every day. So you make sure before you guys get up or before you leave for work that you get to run your hands through his hair and hold him. Sometimes you add a kiss. Most of the time you add a kiss. 99% of the time you add a kiss.

So you ran your hand through his hair and placed your hand at the nape of his neck. You leaned forward and Satoru met you halfway, encouraging you to place your lips on his forehead.

You leaned back and made eye contact with Satoru. You both shared a soft smile. He leaned forward this time and you shared a loving kiss. It’s as if his lips were infused with ambrosia and you needed a taste to survive. You both separated, but didn’t move far. Your foreheads were touching and Satoru ran a hand up and down your arm.

Softly, in the quiet morning he asked, “Are you ready to get up?”

You softly nod. The two of you begin to slowly sit up and get up from the bed. You made your way to the bathroom as Satoru began making the bed. It’s your routine. You shower first. While you shower, Satoru makes the bed and goes around the apartment opening the curtains and blinds to allow natural sunlight to flow in, and starts a load of laundry. You guys had planned for this day to be a movie day, so he also arranged the living room couch to the bed-like set up it could be, throwing a few extra pillows and blankets on it as well. When it was his turn to shower, you started the coffee pot and picked out the matching loungewear you guys would be wearing. You put yours on and placed his on the bed. Then you began your skin care routine. Despite his perfect skin, Gojo did nothing to make it that way. Annoying as it is.

You were in the last steps of your routine when Satoru turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself off with his towel before wrapping it around his waist. He made his way past you, quickly placing a kiss on your temple as he moved towards the bedroom.

When he walked back in you moved on to brushing your teeth. He once again pecked your forehead in passing. He stopped in front of his sink and began brushing his teeth as well.

It was something so simple. The two of you brushing your teeth together in the morning. Your hair still wet from the shower and Satoru’s normally fluffy hair matted against his head and neck. It was hot but that’s not what had you swooning. It was the thought of doing this for the rest of your life. Sure, you’ve done this everyday for the past five years but that’s not enough. You want forever. You need forever with Satoru.

You don’t know how to explain it. Maybe it’s the domesticity of the moment. Or how right it feels to go through life side by side with each other. Or the way he knows you and you know him. The way the world, with all its cruel nature, felt safer and lighter with him in it.

Or maybe it was the way he brushed his teeth.

You simply couldn’t explain it.

All you know is you both finished brushing your teeth and you put yourself in his arms. By habit he had wrapped you in them. You had your arms around his waist and your head on his chest. He looked at your face in the mirror. A subtle smile rested on your lips.

“What’s up, baby?”

You looked up at him.

“Will you dance with me?”

He smiled back, a man totally head over heels, and tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

“I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

He began to sway you in the embrace you guys shared. It wasn’t big and flashy like the past times. There was no flair. There were no big steps that took you across the bathroom and back. If anything it resembled a school dance with a crowded dance floor that left little room for movement. Only the thing crowding you guys this time wasn’t people, but the love you two held for each other. As if you could feel it in the air, surrounding you.

There were no prying eyes. And this dance was for no one but the two of you.

And if anyone did see, they would most definitely call it boring.

But it was one of your favorites.

Your head remained on Satoru’s chest, your eyes closed and your smile never fading. Satoru’s eyes never left your face in the mirror. His smile never faltered.

He leaned his head down ever so slightly. He whispered, “Spin?”

You looked up at him, smile never moving. You nodded and indulged in a spin for him. Immediately finding your place against his chest once more.

His smile grew wider, if possible.

His hands moved to wrap your figure. One across your back, the other behind your head. He pulled you into a passionate embrace. You tightly squeezed back.

“You ready for us to make breakfast?”

You let out a sigh of content. He could feel your smile as you replied, “Yeah.”

“Good.”

Before you could do anything, you let out a yelp as Satoru had you lifted over his shoulder and carried you out of the bathroom.

“Satoru!”

He laughed as you hit his back while he walked.

“Gojo Satoru put me down!”

As he entered the kitchen he took you off his shoulder and placed you gently on the ground. You crossed your arms and glared up at him. He only smirked back.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you love it.”

You held his eye contact. “No, I don’t .”

He shook his head slightly, “You can’t lie to me, Y/N.” He made his way to the fridge.

You held your ground, “I don’t like when you manhandle me.”

Satoru smirked at you over his shoulder.

“That’s not what you said last night.”

“SATORU!”

The fourth time you and Satoru danced alone was after binge watching Bridgerton. The two of you dressed as regal as the characters in the show - Satoru bare chested and adorning cozy sweatpants, and you in one of his hoodies and shorts. You guys were ready for the ball.

You were cuddled up, head resting on Satoru’s chest with his arm snug around your waist, the other behind his head. You looked up at him as he rested his head on the back of the couch.

“Would you buy me a dress like the ones they wear in the show?”

He didn’t move but responded, “Only if I get to have one of the fancy suits.”

You sat up. “Wait. Really?” Your face dressed in disbelief.

He moved his eyes to your face and raised an eyebrow. “Uh, obviously.”

You chuckled and shook your head, then stood from the couch. “Come on.”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes and motioned for him to stand. “Get up!”

“Why?”

“Oh come on.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him up. “Okay, okay,” he caved, “What are we doing?”

You smiled up at him.

“Dancing like we’re at one of those balls, of course.”

He returned that sweet smile tenfold. His hands at his sides, he bowed his head. “Of course, my lady.”

The two of you decided to learn one of the dances from the show, ultimately deciding on Kate and Anthony’s dance to “Wrecking Ball.”

You giggled at first and Satoru smiled down at you, but you quickly went into concentration mode. Whenever you learned a dance you really got into it. And Satoru let you correct him and did whatever you told him to do. He just wanted to make you happy.

Learning the first move was simple. Standing apart, facing each other, you curtsy as he bows. You reach your arms out and connect your hands. He steps forward as you step back. Then you step forward as he steps back. A step to your right. Back to your left. Another step to your left.

You and Satoru practiced the step sequence a few times with the music to make sure you had it down before moving onto the spin.

The two of you moved on to the first spin. First practicing in place. You spin under your arms, leaving your right arm lifted with his right. Your left arms moving behind your back. Once you felt the two of you had it smooth, you moved onto stepping into the spin.

It felt natural for the two of you to be dancing like this. As if a pair of lovers from the regency period had been reincarnated as the two of you in the modern day. For the two of you, learning the dance and filling in the steps the camera didn’t catch in the show came as naturally as breathing. As if you’ve danced this dance before.

You two had run through the full dance a few times now. Satoru is positive you both know it by now, but you can’t seem to keep your eyes off the TV screen to make sure the moves are correct.

At the same time as Anthony Bridgerton, Satoru whispered, “Just keep looking at me.”

Your body naturally followed the moves while your head snapped back to him. With pure adoration in his eyes, he smiled at you. After your spin and a quick choreographed pause in the dance, once again with Anthony Bridgerton, he whispered.

“No one else matters.”

A faint smile formed on your lips. You two easily went into the next steps, just as Satoru knew you would.

As you continued the dance, you grew more confident in your steps. Your smile grows with each move. It must be contagious because as your smile grows wider, Satoru follows suit. He swears the universe was created simply for this moment to occur.

The dance ended. You two stared at each other smiling. Fondness ever present.

“Do you think we could add a few moves from this to our first dance when we get married?” you asked him.

“Anything my lady wants, she will get.” He reached over and reset the TV to the beginning of the dance. He stood tall in front of you again, a smirk tugged at his lips. “So we better keep practicing.”

Your smile found your lips once more. You two reset to your starting places, curtsied and bowed, and began the dance again.

Both yours and Satoru’s favorite time you danced alone was in front of your family and friends at your wedding reception.

Sure, physically you were surrounded by people, but it felt as if no one was in the room with the two of you. It felt like you were back in your kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, living room. The private dance studio of your shared apartment.

However, you and Satoru moved alone in the center of the dance floor. You truly felt like you were a princess marrying her prince. You wore a ball gown inspired wedding dress (that you would change out of and into another elegant dress but one simpler to move in after the dance, speeches, and cake cutting) while Satoru wore a navy blue suit embroidered with a subtle floral pattern also in navy. You don’t know if you’ve ever smiled so passionately in your life than during this dance with your now-husband.

Satoru had more than complied with your requests to take some moves from the Bridgerton dance and happily learned a whole ballroom routine with you. You were nervous when you first asked him if he would be interested in taking a class to get first dance ideas. Satoru crushed all your nervousness in a millisecond by getting super excited and picking you up and spinning you around as you laughed. After the class you both enjoyed it so much and felt like it captured your love for each other beautifully and found a choreographer to help make the dance.

The two of you also go to weekly dance classes now.

Now the two of you command every eye in the room. Yet yours are only held by Satoru’s, and his held by yours. It didn’t matter how many eyes were on the two of you, that moment was yours and Satoru’s alone.

If the passion in your graceful steps, careful arm movements, and elegant dips and spins couldn’t announce the infatuation the both of you shared for one another, the intense eye contact and subconscious smiles that lasted throughout the entire dance informed the universe that these two souls were destined to be intertwined.

As you went into a move taken from the Bridgerton dance the two of you learned, Satoru tilted his head ever so slightly. You didn’t think his eyes could soften anymore than they already had, but Satoru was a man in love, and he whispered.

“No one else matters.”

It was as if he lit a fire in you. Your dance continued with the same choreography, yet your smiles grew into smirks of confidence. The two of you had more power in each of your steps. A visual representation of your relationship as your love grew stronger each day you chose each other day after day for years.

This dance was not for your parents, or friends, or extended family. This was a dance for you and Satoru.

Satoru didn’t notice his mother smiling at a nearby table or Suguru filming the dance from the bridal party table. All he saw was his beautiful wife in front of him, smiling the brightest he’s ever seen. And when you laugh as he dips you further than rehearsed, he swears he would submerge himself in it if he could.

And you didn’t notice the flower girl cooing to Yuki about how she wants to be a princess like you or your father dabbing his eyes next to your mother. All you saw was the most amazing husband the universe could have gifted you with. His blue eyes rival the most beautiful waters and his passion brighter than any star in the night sky.

As the dance came to an end, you stood before Satoru. He stood before you. Your hands connected.

The music faded.

He pulled you softly towards him, an arm wrapping around your waist. The other softly cupped your cheek. Your hands move to frame his face.

Satoru leaned forward and captured your lips in a tender kiss.

You connect like puzzle pieces made for each other.

Like lovers from past centuries reincarnated, bound to find each other every time.

Devoted dance partners in every life.

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