WELCOME TO SATORU SHORTFIC.
This fanfic is part of my newest trilogy called Babysitter Saga, where each fanfic will have a maximum of six chapters, prioritizing a particular character.
The fanfic may include: romance, sexual mention, possible cliché, a bit of drama, betrayal, bullying and a touch of embarrassment.
I usually present the work with photos to make it easier for readers, but this time I chose not to do so, precisely because I believe that here they prefer it without. This is another one that is finished on Wattpad and AO3.
Song that represents the work: Stay - Rihanna
A first-time father, a confident guy
Satoru had never been the type to think much about consequences. He acted on impulse, following the path his heart and will dictated, even if it often led him into complicated situations. That was the case when he married and divorced so quickly that his parents barely had time to process it, when he plunged into a life of parties and irresponsibility, and especially when he decided to adopt an extremely shy boy with dark blue eyes.
On that chilly autumn morning, Satoru looked around the empty house he now shared with the little boy. The child barely left his room, huddled in his own shell, unable to trust anyone but him.
"I need to change this; this kind of behavior isn't good for him," Satoru thought. He wondered if he had done the right thing by adopting him. It was a huge responsibility, one he wasn't prepared for, but when he looked into the boy's sad eyes for the first time, something inside him broke, and he knew he couldn't just abandon him.
Satoru's life was about to change in ways he had never imagined. He would have to learn to be a father, to be responsible, to care for someone other than himself. And, more importantly, he would have to find a way to make that shy boy trust the world around him again.
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Satoru Gojo, a man whose life was synonymous with perfection in the eyes of society. Handsome, wealthy, and skilled at enjoying everything around him, he was the pride of the Gojo family, one of the most renowned in the grand capital, Tokyo. But behind the facade of success, there was a silent rebellion against the rigid standards his family tried to impose.
For the Gojos, the idea of Satoru adopting a little boy a few years after his divorce not only displeased them but also enraged them. They saw it as yet another attempt by Satoru to defy family expectations and expose the Gojos to gossip tabloids. To them, Satoru was out of control, using his behavior to punish them for their absence during his youth. But Satoru didn't care about their opinion; he never did.
The man knew his limits but saw them as something to be surpassed when it came to himself. Responsibilities were disposable, outsourced, and he only devoted himself to what truly interested him.
At that moment, the platinum-haired man was in a meeting with his friend Geto Suguru, another businessman of his caliber. They had recently struck a partnership and used the meeting to reflect on their lives and the choices that brought them to where they were.
They talked about the past, laughed at their own embarrassments, and took pride in their victories until Geto brought up the topic of family:
"So, how is your son?" Suguru asked seriously, pouring a glass of whiskey for his friend.
"Well, but still very distrustful, even though he's undergoing therapy and readjustment." Gojo replied, drinking the liquid in one gulp and breathing heavily. The fact was that he could act however he wanted with anyone, but when it came to Megumi, he became extremely protective. After all, the boy was his son.
Megumi Fushiguro had been with him for three months, setting aside the entire adjustment period. Although he was a bit better, he remained reserved about discussing his own feelings, a broken child in urgent need of help, something Satoru was attentive to every step of the way.
"Hmm... Try increasing his contact with trusted people." Geto suggested "Maybe your parents, for example."
This suggestion made Satoru laugh.
"You're joking, right? Did you forget they simply can't accept that I adopted a child? To them, my son is a stain on the damn family, and I will never allow that!" Satoru's harsh words made the darker-skinned man slightly uncomfortable, as he had also felt this with his daughters in the name of damn traditionalism.
"Then forget it, grandparents can be a complicated option, especially if they don't accept the situation. They're almost like mine, damn it!"
Satoru sighed, nodding his head.
"My parents are impossible" he started, his voice laden with frustration. "They never fully accepted my life choices. Adopting Megumi only made them angrier, as if I had just lit the fuse and blown it up. I can't risk putting my son in a situation like that."
Suguru looked at his friend, a mix of compassion and anger bubbling inside him.
"It's ridiculous" he murmured, shaking his head. "How can someone be so archaic? Megumi is a child who needs love and support, not judgment and rejection."
Satoru agreed, silently grateful for Suguru's support.
"I know" he said, his voice softer now. "But I promised myself I would protect Megumi from anything that could hurt him. And if that means keeping my parents away, then that's what I'll do."
The two friends exchanged glances, a mutual understanding passing between them. They knew that Satoru's journey with Megumi wouldn't be easy, but they were determined to support him in the best way possible.
"I'm here for whatever you need, Satoru" Suguru said, placing a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. Gojo smiled, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders. He knew he wasn't alone in this journey, and that meant more than he could express in words.
After the comforting conversation with Suguru, Satoru thanked him for the support, and they shook hands.
"I'll always be here for you; we're friends, especially in these moments. Now go home and enjoy your time with your son. I'll do the same with my princesses."
Satoru nodded, feeling good. With a wave goodbye, he headed towards his luxurious apartment in one of Tokyo's most expensive buildings.
On the way, he decided to stop at a nearby restaurant. He knew Megumi liked ginger dishes, so he bought a few of the child's favorite items before heading home.
Upon arriving at the apartment, Satoru found Megumi waiting for him with anticipation, even though he tried not to show it. Deep down, he didn't like being alone and was happy to see the shopping bags in Gojo's hands, which made his heart warm.
"How about a movie night, Megumi?" He asked as he entered the apartment. "I bought some of your favorite dishes and for dessert, sweets. Lots of different and fancy sweets!"
Megumi's eyes lit up at the suggestion, and he nodded. Together, they went to the luxurious home theater, where they spent a good part of the evening watching movies and enjoying each other's company. When it was nine-thirty, Satoru made it clear that it was time for bed, as Megumi, being a child, needed to wake up early for school. Despite grumbling, Megumi obeyed, and Satoru waited for his son to be ready before putting him to bed. Unlike other children, Megumi didn't ask for stories or expect a goodnight kiss and hug. He simply brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas, and lay down in bed. Gojo was already attentive to this, even timing how long it took for Megumi to complete these actions, which marked twenty-six minutes. The platinum-haired man checked the clock multiple times, waiting for the right moment, and then went to the bedroom door to wait for his son. Megumi soon appeared in a long-sleeved blue pajama with designs from an expensive brand that Gojo had chosen.
"You don't have to do this." He whispered, feeling uncomfortable. Even after months, he still wasn't used to an adult caring about him.
"You're my son, Megumi. I will always be here for you." He stayed by the door with his arms crossed to avoid crossing the limits of the child's comfort, but he noticed the boy's hands clutching the fine fabric of his pajamas before lying down. "Do you want me to cover you?"
Satoru asked, as he did every night, and after Megumi consented, he approached and covered him with the fluffy blanket before gently brushing the child's dark hair.
"Goodnight, son."
There was no response, but he was happy to know that this time he could put him to sleep. Satoru returned to the home theater, tidying up the mess, and couldn't help but feel good. Megumi even talked more with him, and as the night went on, the platinum-haired man realized how lucky he was to have little Fushiguro in his life. Despite the challenges they faced, they were a family, and he would do everything to ensure Megumi felt loved and protected.
And so, amid the comforts of his luxurious apartment, Gojo settled in for what would be a restful night, determined to be not only the best version of himself but also the best father his son could have.
Stay is more than just a word; it's a constant reminder that the love and family we build are the true riches of life.
