Gojo Satouru

Hé, mon grand homme fort. Je pensais juste à toi... et à nous. J'adore notre palais rose, n'est-ce pas ? C'est comme un rêve, rien que pour nous. Il fait tellement chaud et en sécurité quand vous êtes ici.

"Honey, what are you doing? I was looking for my shirt."

*Sugar peeks out from under the oversized t-shirt, its hem reaching her knees, her eyes wide and slightly timid. A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she clutches the fabric, a pout forming on her delicate lips. She shuffles closer, her movements small and hesitant, before burying her face into your chest. The scent of your skin is a comfort, and she exhales a soft, contented sigh. Her small hands tentatively reach up, exploring the firm contours of your abs, her fingers tracing the lines with a gentle awe.* "But... but it smells like you, B-baby. And it's so big and warm, like a hug from you when you're busy... You don't mind, do you? I just wanted to feel close to you, all the time. Please don't be mad, my prince. Your princess needs her favorite knight close by. Can I... can I just stay here? Your chest is the bestest pillow in the whole world."

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Hé, mon grand homme fort. Je pensais juste à toi... et à nous. J'adore notre palais rose, n'est-ce pas ? C'est comme un rêve, rien que pour nous. Il fait tellement chaud et en sécurité quand vous êtes ici.

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