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♡ those eyes

pairing → gojo satoru x reader genre → fluff warnings → none word count → 1429

satoru always looked at someone with so much love in his eyes that everyone in the room would know where he was giving all of his attention—a person so important that he would pause whatever he'd be doing and just stare at them.

it was as if time stood still whenever satoru laid his eyes on this special someone. his gaze was filled with an indescribable tenderness, leaving no doubt about the depth of his affection.

and that person was you.

sure, it annoyed the hell out of nanami, shoko and his students, but he would never stop gazing at the way you work, the way you teach the students with enthusiasm, the way you devour your lunch after a tiring training session—just anything you do left him staring at you in awe.

everyone present knew how lovestruck he was, except for you.

you simply never thought of the possibility that he could have feelings for you, never realizing the way his eyes lit up whenever you entered the room or how he would always find an excuse to be near you.

you were too oblivious to notice the way his gaze lingered on you or the way his voice would soften whenever he spoke to you, despite being one of his closest friends since high school. you always assumed that his actions were simply friendly gestures, never suspecting that his affection ran deeper than that. however, you did wonder whether those moments were something more about his constant presence in your life.

his heart yearned for a chance to express his love and admiration for you, but fear held him back from confessing his true feelings.

satoru was simply afraid of taking the risk and potentially jeopardizing your friendship. the fear of losing you as a friend outweighed any potential romantic outcome, so he chose to bury his own feelings deep within, hoping they would eventually fade away.

unfortunately for him, they never did.

"y/n, are you done yet~?" he whined as he poked his head into the classroom, watching you teach the first-years.

you sighed in frustration and turned to face satoru with a frown. "how many times do i have to tell you to never interrupt my class?," you replied. "i'm almost done, so wait for me."

"you have all the time to spend with y/n-sensei after class," nobara said, smirking at the white-haired male. " you don't have to worry about us stealing her from you."

"oi!" satoru cried out, flustered at her comment. he was glad that he had his blindfold on, or you would have witnessed his reddened ears. he turned to you. "i'll be waiting, 'kay?"

you nodded, smiling as your heart skipped a beat out of the blue. he may be insufferable at times, but there was always a part of you that couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

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you and satoru sat in a park under a tree , enjoying the shade and the gentle breeze. you bought some food on the way before arriving there. this was a normal routine for the two of you—a simple yet comforting way to spend time together. it was times like this when he would remove his blindfold and become relaxed. he always felt at ease with you around.

"how was your day?" you asked. it was a habit of yours to check in with satoru at the end of every day, ever since the fateful day happened when one of your best friends left.

"mm, it was alright," he replied with his mouth stuffed with a chocolate chip muffin. swallowing his food, he continued while trailing off in the end, "you were too busy today, so i... missed you."

ignoring the blush that crept on your cheeks, you nonchalantly said as you reached for a napkin in your pocket, "is that so?"

as you spoke, you leaned towards him to wipe off the crumbs that stuck to his cheek, gradually making your way towards the corner of his lips—a gesture that you didn't realize you were doing. satoru didn't mind, of course; he was too distracted by the sudden close proximity between you and him, and your lips—

"i guess i didn't realize how much i missed you too," you admitted softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. your eyes were still glued to his face.

once again, his already endearing gaze softened even more. he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

you finally locked your eyes with his gorgeous blue ones. it wasn't the first time you realized it, but the way he looked at you made your heart beat erratically. it made you feel nervous and excited all at once. you couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way about you, if he could hear the rapid thumping of your heart. the intensity of his gaze made it hard to breathe, but you couldn't tear your eyes away, wanting to savor every moment of this connection between you.

unable to maintain eye contact any longer, you looked away as heat rushed to your cheeks, betraying the effect he had on you. "why do you look at me with those eyes...?"

you finally said it. the question you were dying to ask.

satoru knew exactly what you were talking about, yet he said, "what eyes?"

you looked at him again, only to see him staring at you so gently as if you'd break apart if he hardened his gaze just a bit. you cleared your throat. "those eyes. like, right now."

"i look at you like this all the time," he said as casually as he could although his mind was going crazy. it was as if he was trying to protect himself from getting too close, yet his eyes betrayed his true emotions. "the same goes for everybody."

"no, it's different. it feels like you're looking at me as if..."

you stopped. you didn't want to say something that could lead to a worst-case scenario. but satoru prepared himself to say the next words.

"...as if i'm in love with you?"

your eyes widened. you wanted to speak, but your mind was indulged in screaming that all you could say, "huh?"

he hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. he took a deep breath before finally admitting, "yes, as if I'm in love with you."

it was a moment you had both secretly hoped for, but now that it was out in the open, the weight of those words hung in the air between you.

"i-it's fine if you don't feel the same way—"

his sentence was cut short as you held his face and brought him close to connect his lips with yours. in that instant, all doubts and uncertainties melted away. the kiss spoke volumes, conveying a depth of emotion that words could never fully capture. it was a silent affirmation of the love that had been silently growing between you both.

you parted away first, worried that he had malfunctioned. you were right.

satoru's face was frozen in shock and as red as a cherry, his eyes wide and unblinking. it took a moment for him to regain his composure, but when he did, a radiant smile spread across his face. it was clear that the kiss had exceeded his wildest expectations.

"so..." he mumbled while twiddling his thumbs and shifting his gaze away from you. he couldn't help but feel nervous with the way you looked at him with those eyes. i guess this is how she felt.

it was amusing to see him so embarrassed and at a loss for words. you couldn't help but chuckle, finding his shyness endearing. "...does that mean you like me back?"

you laughed, and your voice and smile radiate warmth. "you’re still asking if i feel the same? what do you think that kiss meant?"

satoru's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and he finally mustered the courage to respond, "i just wanted to be sure. i've never felt this way before."

you held his hand and placed it on your cheek, yours on top. "and also, i don't just like you. i'm in love with you, satoru." satoru's eyes widened in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest. he had hoped for this moment, but hearing those words from you made it feel surreal. a wave of happiness washed over him as he encircled his arms around you and whispered,

"I love you too, more than words can express."

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my coping mechanism hehe

#i love gojo #im in denial #best boy #he deserves all the love #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader fluff

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nyxwanderland · 7 months

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IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME

thank you the latest jjk episode for showing us Gojo’s explosive pussy power. What would we even do without it

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nyxwanderland · 7 months

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i was pausing and replaying his feral scenes over and over again 😭😫

FERAL GOJO FERAL GOJO BARK BARK IM SO WEAK

he's alive n well guys idk what yall r talking abt

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nyxwanderland · 7 months

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JJK SPOILERS 236

at least he's happy and reunited with everyone 😭😭😭😭 we lost gojo both in the anime and manga i cried so many times you don't understand i even saw gojo in my dreams 😭😭😭😭

rest in peace gojo, you'll always be loved

#im crying #gege i hate you #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru my love #jjk 236

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nyxwanderland · 7 months

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i caught up with the jjk manga last night and now the leaks????? omg what the hell i refuse to believe it until the chapter is out and i read it

omg what the hell so much to digest i was already crying throughout ?

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #chapter 236 #gojo satoru

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nyxwanderland · 7 months

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♡ everything about you

pairing → gojo satoru x reader genre → fluff warnings → stretch marks, mentions of pregnancy (nothing bad) tbh idk what's the difference between being self-conscious and insecure since english is not my first language so i have no idea what to classify this word count → 1315

satoru was thrilled to finally take a break and spend his time with you and his three-year-old daughter on a vacation after all those tiring missions that caused him to come home late at night—sometimes even early in the morning—only for him to go back to work a few hours later. you definitely were as well; you couldn't wait to have your husband more to yourself (and your daughter). however, there was just one problem.

you looked at your body in the bathroom mirror with a disappointed look in your eyes. you wore a light blue bikini which satoru insisted on getting you along with ten other swimsuits that would look stunning on you—his words, despite telling him you wouldn't be needing that many.

it was perfect. it fit you just right, and your body looked better than you had expected. the color complemented your skin tone, and the bikini accentuated all your best features. you loved it.

the real problem was the stretch marks on the lower part of your stomach. you couldn't help but feel self-conscious about them, as they seemed to stand out against the flawless backdrop of your bikini. despite knowing that stretch marks are a natural part of many people's bodies, especially after pregnancy, you couldn't shake off the nagging insecurity they brought.

"i'll just wear a shirt over it," you mumbled as you walked towards the suitcase and took out a white oversized t-shirt, wearing it over your bikini. you sighed as you took a look at the mirror again. although you really wanted to go out without the shirt, you didn't feel confident enough to do so.

you heard giggles entering the bedroom, causing you to smile a bit and almost making you forget the self-consciousness you felt just a moment ago. you exited the bathroom to see your husband wearing a floral beach shirt with buttons undone, revealing his abs, and his signature black glasses, and your daughter held in his arms, wearing her swimsuit and her hair tied into two ponytails. "we're ready!" satoru exclaimed happily.

"let's go, mommy!" d/n said, her voice unable to contain her excitement.

you went closer to them and took d/n from his arms for you to hold her. you attacked her face with kisses. "you look so adorable, my love!" you said. "i love you so much."

"i love you too—ah! it tickles!" d/n said between her cute laughs and tried to move her face from the attack, unable to bear the feeling, when satoru came and copied your actions behind her. "daddy, not you too!"

you stopped the 'torture' a few seconds later, so did he. you gave your little girl one last kiss on her forehead before letting her go and making her stand on the floor. "oh, I forgot my toys!" d/n gasped and ran to her room. "how are we going to make a sandcastle without them!? please don't go without me!"

you laughed at how your daughter looked adorable running away and quickly reassured her, "don't worry, sweetheart. we'll wait for you!"

you turned to face satoru, who looked quite sulky all of a sudden. "what about me, baby?" satoru pouted, his lower lip stuck out. "i also need my kisses."

you chuckled as you cupped his face in your hands. "come here, love." you brought his face closer to yours in order to close the gap between yours and his lips.

"there," you said, smiling. satoru was indeed satisfied, as you could tell from his grinning like a child getting candy. "now let's go, shall we?"

"you're not wearing your bikini?" he noticed.

ah shit, you thought. of course, it's impossible to get away with stuff when it's satoru you're dealing with.

you nervously let out a laugh. "um, I don't feel like wearing it today..." you muttered while playing with the hem of your shirt and looking at his feet.

"but you were so excited to wear them," he said, suddenly becoming worried. "are they not to your liking? do they not fit? are they defective? you could've told me while i was—"

"it's not that, satoru," you interrupted his babble. "it's just..." you trailed off, debating whether you should actually tell him or come up with an excuse—

nah, the excuse wouldn't work. not even in your dreams.

you sighed defeatedly. instead of telling him, you took the shirt off to show the root of your worries, revealing your body.

satoru's blue eyes widened and his breath hitched a little. although he had seen everything of you, you never fail to make him go crazy and take in all of your beauty as if he was looking at you for the first time.

you were looking at him expectantly, waiting for his response. your husband cleared his throat. "what's wrong with it? you look gorgeous."

you couldn't help but blush. you receive compliments every now and then from him, but they make your heart flutter every time. you never got used to how he articulated his words just to praise you, and never will.

"can't you see?"

"see what?"

"the stretch marks."

satoru's eyes scanned our body for the marks until he spotted them. he knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. to say he was frustrated was an understatement. "what are you even saying? those marks are the best part!"

now it was your turn to be puzzled. "what do you mean? how can you possibly think these stretch marks look beautiful on me?" you asked, as a lump appeared in your throat and you felt tears collecting in your eyes.

satoru smiled softly and gently held your hands, looking into your eyes. "to me, they are a reminder of the strength of your body," he explained. "they remind me that you carried a life—our daughter—for months to bring her into this world. they make you ten times more beautiful." he went on his knees to be eye level with your stomach.

you didn't understand what he was trying to do at first when he started leaving trails of kisses, tracing the marks on your body. "i love everything about you, baby. you don't need to worry about these little things. your stretch marks are beautiful. you are beautiful, y/n."

you couldn't help but let the tears fall, trickling down your cheeks. you felt so loved, and now you were overwhelmed with gratitude. you already knew it, but it was in that moment that you again realized how lucky you were to have someone who saw the beauty in every part of you, flaws and all. the weight of self-doubt and insecurity lifted off your shoulders as you embraced the unconditional love he had for you.

your husband stood up and looked at you lovingly as you sniffled and wiped away your tears. he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a warm embrace, kissing the top of your head. "thank you, satoru. i love you.."

"i love you too, y/n."

"i found my toys!" d/n entered the room enthusiastically. "let's go!"

when you and satoru let go of each other, she saw you completely and gasped, jumping up and down. "mommy, you look so pretty!"

your cheeks turned light pink. "really?"

"yes!"

you went towards her and held her, kissing her face repeatedly once again. "you look prettier, sweetie."

you felt yourself being lifted off the ground until you realized satoru picked you up bridal style, with d/n in your arms. "let's get going, ladies." he announced.

with a smile, you nestled closer to satoru, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. "lead the way," you said playfully. as satoru carried you and d/n out of the room, excitement filled the air, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this beautiful moment.

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you're beautiful how ever you are! i love you!

#hehe i love satoru #dw shibuya arc never happened #oh to be married to gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #satoru x reader

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as a muslim, this is THE BEST THING I'VE EVER READ I'M SO HAPPY I LOVE THIS

the great revelation

▸ gojo satoru x hijabi!reader

▸ 2.8k words

▸ from the same gojo x hijabi!reader au, fluff, just some lighthearted shenanigans!

nobara, megumi, and yuuji are convinced something is going on between their teachers, you and gojo, so they take matters into their own hands to figure out the truth

"There's something fishy about them," Nobara says, vaguely waving her half-eaten sandwich at Gojo, who is curiously slowing his strides as he walks alongside you in the distance.

"Don't speak while you're chewing," Megumi murmurs. Though he wants to remain uninterested and keep his prying eyes away, Megumi can't help but watch you two from the corner of his eye too. He's never really been one for gossip, especially when it comes to Gojo, but he can't deny that he's a little curious.

Yuuji shrugs, finding more interest in his melting ice cream than his teacher's personal affairs. "Maybe they're just close friends?"

Nobara scoffs, downing the rest of her sandwich in one big bite. "Does Gojo-sensei even have friends?"

Yuuji frowns, "what about us?"

"I mean adult friends," Nobara explains.

"Iori-sensei?" Yuuji says after a thoughtful pause.

"I get the feeling Iori-sensei only suffers whenever Gojo-sensei is around," Megumi says without a thought.

Nobara nods fervently, her eyes still glued to you and Gojo like a hawk. "Besides, she never looks like she's suffering whenever Gojo-sensei approaches her and look, they're laughing now."

Yuuji looks up this time and he could've sworn Gojo was blushing. "Hey, Kugisaki might be onto something," he says, violently shaking Megumi's knee, who now has no choice but to openly stare at the odd duo well.

The sight is unnerving, to say the least. You’re looking up at Gojo with that genuine, kind smile on your face as he’s telling you some sensational story that warrants big, animated hand movements. There's still that safe, respectable distance you often maintain when interacting with the male staff at Jujutsu High but you do look far more comfortable standing there with Gojo than the kids have ever seen you. There is definitely something going on and Megumi only believes it because he's never seen such a softened expression for as long as he's known Gojo.

"They look kind of—" Nobara tries to find the right word, struggling a little, "—sweet?" she decides, before it gives her spine a shudder.

Megumi scrunches his face in disgust. "Sweet? If anything, we should probably save her from him."

Nobara snaps her fingers, a reasonable assumption coming to mind. "He's harassing her."

"Oh, c'mon, Gojo-sensei wouldn't—" Yuuji stops short when he notices both Nobara and Megumi looking at him with the same skeptical expression that often makes him feel like he's about to say something foolish.

He wants to think Gojo isn't harassing you but his mind involuntarily flashes back to all of the times Gojo played practical jokes on Utahime whenever the Kyoto school pays a visit. He's not exactly a paragon of benevolence.

"She's too nice to turn him down," Nobara decides. "I think it's time to do some meddling."

"For real? Shouldn't we just, I don't know, leave them alone?" Yuuji stares at Nobara with a pleading expression. When she doesn't budge, he turns to Megumi, "Shouldn't you talk some sense into her..." He stops short for a second time when he realizes Megumi is already in agreement with Nobara.

He nods to himself, brows set in a deep frown. "She deserves better."

"Alright, so are you in Yuuji?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No."

After donning some second-rate disguises—Nobara tucking her hair into a baseball cap pulled over half her face, Yuuji wearing a fake pink moustache, and Megumi throwing on a huge trench coat that actually does nothing to hide his identity—the trio embark on an impromptu stakeout.

You, Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami (much to everyone's surprise), head out a little after sunset in casual attire. Gojo and Nanami walk ahead on the path, the former presumably annoying the heck out of the latter, while you and Shoko stroll leisurely behind them.

"We need to be quick," Nobara says, putting a reasonable amount of distance between herself and the adults. She's close enough to be able to tail them but also hopefully far enough away to avoid being detected.

It all goes well until they exit Jujutsu High grounds and emerge onto the sidewalk that leads to the nearest subway station.

"I think they're just grabbing dinner together in the city," whispers Yuuji, who's attempting to remain inconspicuous as he stands awkwardly behind a lamp post.

"Can't you be more stealthy?!" Nobara hisses.

You and Shoko suddenly stop in your tracks and Nobara holds a breath. Just as you're about to look over your shoulder, she quickly pulls up a tourist brochure of the Tokyo Metro's subway map, shielding both herself and Yuuji from view. Megumi, on the other hand, is expertly lurking in the shadows of the narrow alley a few steps behind them. He wants to bang his forehead on the brick wall when he sees how lousy his friends' attempts at hiding is.

"C'mon, we have to keep up. We'll lose them if we don't get on the same train," Nobara whisper-shouts, pulling Yuuji along by the wrist.

"Wait." Megumi's eerily quiet voice suddenly in their ears startle both Nobara and Yuuji so much that he has to smack his hands over their mouths to keep them from yelping. He pulls them both behind a fast-food chain's advertisement board sitting on the sidewalk, hunching over so the three of them disappear from sight.

When Megumi pokes his head out after a moment, Nobara and Yuuji follow suit, their heads piled on top of one another.

"Hold on a second. That's not her jacket," Nobara notes.

Yuuji squints, watching how the sleeves of the oversized jacket suddenly draped over you cover your hands entirely and how they swing slightly while you walk. He's fairly certain you weren't wearing a jacket when you left Jujutsu High. But most importantly, Gojo isn't wearing his jacket and is now stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers.

"Yeah," Megumi confirms, "that's Gojo-sensei's jacket alright."

Nobara gasps. "I can't believe we missed it!"

"Well, if you two weren't so busy stumbling down the street like a pair of idiots—" Megumi starts.

"Me?!" Nobara almost yells.

"Hey guys," Yuuji shoots his hand into the air, breaking up the incoming argument before it could even begin. "Is it dumb if I ask why it's such a big deal if Gojo-sensei gives her his jacket?"

"It's a big deal because it's so inappropriate for Gojo-sensei to be flirting with her. Look, she wears a headscarf!"

Yuuji doesn't seem to follow. "Okay, and?"

"That means she's Muslim!"

Cocking his head to the side, Yuuji turns to Megumi for a better explanation but only receives a slight shrug. He turns back to Nobara. "Kugisaki, elaborate."

"Well—that, I mean... uh," Nobara stumbles, her face slowly heating up in embarrassment as she realizes she doesn't know exactly what it means either.

Frankly, her only knowledge about Muslims came from her brief friendship with a Muslim girl whose family moved to her neighborhood for a short time when she was young. Her friend didn't wear the headscarf yet but when Nobara came over to her house, she found out her mother and older sister did. Her friend explained to her several reasons why the women in her family wore the headscarf, but the one that stood out the most to Nobara was how it so simply demands respect from others. She loved that idea so much she and her friend often threw scarves around their heads when they played together.

Though her friend stayed for only a short time and Nobara never saw her again, a distinct pang of nostalgia hit her in the chest when she first saw you at Jujutsu High, your headscarf elegantly flowing over your shoulder. She thinks the same rules should apply to you, perhaps.

But she definitely didn't feel informed enough to explain to Yuuji why Gojo going around flirting with you all willy-nilly isn't right.

"Maybe we should talk to Ieiri-sensei," Nobara says. "She probably knows what's going on, right?"

Megumi shrugs again. "Probably. We lost them tonight anyway."

"Ieiri-sensei, we have something to ask you!"

The three students barge into Shoko's office unannounced a few days later, with Yuuji carefully shutting the door behind them and standing in front of it like a guard keeping watch. Shoko is surprised by their visit, of course, considering that they only usually come see her when they're injured.

"Is something the matter?"

Without beating around the bush, Nobara blurts out their suspicions about you and Gojo in a single breath, saying that they all think something is going on between their two teachers and that they were particularly concerned for you.

Now, Shoko is usually very talented at maintaining a neutral expression that never gives away what she's thinking. This evening, however, with the three students confessing their (spot-on) speculations, she finds it a little harder than usual to keep from smiling in amusement.

"You know how patient she is!"

"And you know how overbearing Gojo-sensei can be."

"What if she's too nice turn down his advances?!"

"Yeah, we have to help her! She'll be a victim!"

Shoko nods along, pretending to show concern as well. She considers putting all of their worries to rest by revealing to them the truth, but it seems far more entertaining to let them believe that Gojo is a menace that must be stopped.

"What should we do, Ieiri-sensei?" says Megumi.

Shoko folds her arms, leaning back into her seat. "Have you tried talking to the primary victim?"

Nobara purses her lips. She knew all this time that directly going to you about this would've been the most logical thing to do, but she feels a little shy and embarrassed, even if she didn't want to admit it.

"Not yet," Nobara finally says.

"Why don't you try approaching her first?" Shoko says with an unreadable expression on her face. "I'm sure she'll hear you out."

The very next day, Gojo sends the trio on what they thought was going to be a mission to exorcise some curses. When Ijichi instead parks the car in front of a pizza shop that's a bit more far out than usual—there are plenty of pizza joints near Jujutsu High—Nobara scowls, huffing through her nostrils as though steam might blow out of her ears at any given moment.

"He sent us on an errand?!" she almost shouts.

Megumi sighs, pushing open the door at his side. "Gojo-sensei sent me on an errand. You two just tagged along because you thought it was some super secret mission."

"Aw, why didn't you tell us?" Yuuji pouts, clearly disappointed as well.

"I tried to." Megumi grits his teeth.

Unsurprisingly, Megumi goes into the pizza shop alone while Yuuji and Nobara wait in the car with Ijichi. Gojo only asked him to pick up an order though since the deliveries were busy that afternoon, so he didn't have to wait long.

"A special pepperoni pizza for Gojo Satoru?" calls one of the staff members. Megumi steps forward to claim the order and the staff member addresses him with a kind smile. "As usual, it's made with halal meat. We know you're already aware but as per protocol I should explain that we made sure to use separate cutlery and pans so it's not cross-contaminated with any pork."

Megumi frowns at such specifics. He didn't think Gojo was a picky eater but... oh, wait. Halal meat. That's what Muslims eat—that's what you eat.

Megumi rushes back to the car with incredible speed, throwing open the door and practically diving into the car with such a fuss that Ijichi almost jumps out of his skin. Megumi holds up the pizza box.

"Guys, this is not Gojo-sensei's pizza," he says, which comes out vaguer than he meant it to.

Both Yuuji and Nobara look at him funny.

"Okay...?" Nobara says. "Then get his pizza, not someone else's, you weirdo."

"No, I mean, Gojo-sensei didn't order this for himself. It's a pepperoni pizza with halal meat. And it seems like Gojo-sensei regularly orders this too."

"Ah!" Yuuji taps on the window, pointing to a sign hung outside of the pizza shop. "We probably came all the way here because it's one of the only pizza places in Tokyo that offers halal meat."

"So Gojo-sensei bought this for her?"

"That's actually... romantic," Nobara says, this time feeling oddly warm at the thought.

"Guys, what if we've been seeing this the wrong way," Yuuji begins to say. "What if they're actually together?"

"But she doesn't date, that's what Ieiri-sensei told us yesterday, no?"

"Yeah, maybe that's where we're wrong. Maybe they're not dating. Maybe they're already married."

"WHAT?!"

"Pardon my interruption—" Ijichi's sudden segue into their conversation seizes everyone's attention "—but may we return to Jujutsu High now? And regarding Gojo's personal affairs, I can tell you that—"

"No, it's okay Ijichi. Let's get back to campus. We'll confront Gojo-sensei ourselves."

The original plan was to hold the custom-made pizza as ransom in order to force Gojo to explain himself. But when the students arrived back in Jujutsu High and stormed into the classroom where they'd most likely find him, they immediately froze when they realized they walked in on something they shouldn't have.

They found you there standing with Gojo by the window, light pouring in on both your figures like some sort of holy grail, though it wasn't the fact that you two were alone that surprised them, but the sight that Gojo was standing very close to you and that both his hands were raised to the side of your head, as if he were... touching your headscarf.

"Gojo-sensei—" Nobara gasps.

"Sensei! You can't harass her!" Yuuji shouts.

Like it's some slapstick comedy, both you and Gojo tilt your heads to the side at almost the exact same angle, confusion written all over your faces.

"Huh? What's going on?" Gojo says. He glances back at you for a second, checking the side of your head, then says to you, "there. It's all fixed already."

Gojo was... fixing your headscarf?

Megumi speaks up, ignoring Gojo and looking straight at you. "Sensei, is there any special relationship between you and Gojo-sensei?"

Your eyes widen a little at the question before you briefly catch Gojo's eyes. It seems to be a silent message of sorts passed between you two because Gojo's expression immediately relaxes.

To all their horrors, Gojo throws a casual arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his side. "We're married," he grins.

Megumi doesn't miss the small sigh that leaves your lips, as if Gojo introduces your surprising relationship like that quite often.

Silence falls upon the room for so long Nobara feels her eye twitch.

"I told you guys!" Yuuji exclaims, looking very relieved. "There's no way Gojo-sensei would be a scumbag!"

"H-Hold on, who are you calling scumbag?" Gojo pipes up.

"Kugisaki thought you were shamelessly flirting with sensei and that she was too nice to reject you," Megumi deadpans.

"What?!" Nobara raises her voice. "Excuse me, we all thought that!"

It's your sudden laughter that breaks up the ensuing quarrel this time and now that they have context, Gojo's softened expression when he regards you doesn't seem so out of place anymore.

"Oh, that is so funny," you say breathlessly, wiping away tears from the corners of your eyes.

"What? You think it's funny my own students think I'm a scumbag?!"

"Yes," you say immediately.

Gojo drops his head onto your shoulder with a groan. You turn to Yuuji, Nobara, and Megumi, who are still processing the shock. "We try to keep our personal and professional lives separate, but if it's you guys, it should be fine."

"Can I ask you something, sensei?" Nobara says, raising her hand.

You hum, pushing Gojo off of your body.

"How long have you been married?"

"Eight years," Gojo answers.

"Huh?! So you married young?"

"Yup," you nod. "Gojo proposed when we were about... your age, probably? Oh, seventeen actually. But Gojo needed to fulfill a number of conditions set by my father so we married at twenty."

"Twenty... years... old," Nobara repeats to herself.

"Oh," Megumi says, a thought coming to mind. "Was that what that ceremony was?"

Eight years ago, Megumi was taken to a mosque to witness some sort of procession. Nobody ever explained it to him and he never pieced together that it was a wedding considering how different it was to a traditional wedding. So he had always assumed it was simply some form of training. Come to think of it, you were sitting there next to Gojo at the very front of the venue while the ceremony progressed. Now it all makes sense.

"Wait a second, sorry for my rudeness sensei, but aren't Muslim women only allowed to marry Muslim men?" Nobara blurts out, suddenly recalling a small fact her childhood friend once mentioned to her.

"Yeah." You don't miss a beat. "Gojo converted."

Their students' jaws almost hit the ground, as if they didn't know which piece of information they just learned was more shocking to them; that Gojo was married, that he married young, or that he accepted a religion.

"Alright, enough chit-chat!" Gojo reaches for the pizza box Yuuji completely forgot he was still holding. "The pizza would get cold while you're all yapping. Grab a slice, you kids must be tired from all that sleuthing."

#muslim reader #MUSLIM REPRESENTATION LET'S GO #i love this so much

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♡ just for tonight

pairing → nanami kento x reader genre → angst warnings → SHIBUYA ARC SPOILERS, SPOILERS, i think i put the wrong time since the shibuya arc actually takes place around 8? idk we'll ignore that. also, implied character death word count → 878

you woke up to a sound of something hitting the carpeted floor of your bedroom with a soft thud. you peeled open your eyelids, realizing your body was towards the attached bathroom door and not your husband as you were before you had fallen asleep.

you rubbed your eye with your knuckles and moved to your other side to face your husband, still very sleepy, only to find a cold and empty space. now your drowsiness was vanished and you had become alert.

you reached out for your phone on your bedside and checked the time.

12:52 am October 31st

you sat up and turned on your night lamp to see clearly while scanning your shared bedroom. he wasn't there.

"kento?" you called out to him, but your voice was dry and quiet, so you had to clear your throat and try again. "kento, are you home?"

the blond man entered the room upon hearing your voice calling for him, fully dressed in his sorcerer attire. "y/n?" he quietly said, sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed in front of you. "i'm sorry, did i wake you up?"

you noticed his get-up, and instead of answering his question, you asked, "you're going to work at this hour?"

nanami sighed and held both of your hands in his endearingly. "yes, my love. they need me."

you knew there were times when he had to go for his jujutsu work at ungodly hours, and this was one of them as well. you were either asleep most of the time when he left or you'd wake up and he would inform you that he was leaving, promising you to return home and embrace you in his muscular yet tender arms.

this time, however, you felt something strange in your chest—more like a bad gut feeling. you had no idea why you were feeling as such all of a sudden, but you unexpectedly didn't want your beloved to leave.

your fingertips slipped through his hands to grip the cuff of his sleeve. "what if... you don't go? just for tonight?"

nanami's brown eyes widened a little in surprise. you never said something like this. even though you were a non-sorcerer, you still had an idea of the role and importance of jujutsu sorcerers to ordinary people. you understood his responsibility, so you never even thought of telling him to ditch his work while fully knowing he needed to rest too.

his gaze softened when your eyes welled up in tears. you were really anxious for him, you were afraid something bad might happen to him. "my love, i understand you're worried," nanami explained gently. "but i'll be back. just wait for me, okay?"

"no," you said, shaking your head as you sniffled and tears rolled down your cheeks. "i don't want you to go. just not today, kento."

nanami held your face in his hands, wiping the tears with his thumbs. he gave you a chaste kiss on your forehead and rested his own on it. "baby, you have to understand. i have to-"

"no, you don't understand," you sobbed. "please, don't go i'm begging you. i don't want you to leave me alone in this world. i can't live without you. please stay just for tonight, you can make up for it in later missions—"

you pleas were cut off by a passionate kiss on your lips. your face was still in his hands, so it was impossible for you to pull back. "y/n. don't worry, i'll be home as soon as i'm done. you just go to sleep." nanami finally let go of you and stood up, wearing his beige-colored jacket and picking up his weapon.

"i'll come back, my love."

you looked up from your bed at his towering figure with teary eyes. "promise me," you said, your voice trembling with fear. "promise me you'll be home. then i'll stop worrying."

nanami looked at you intently before bending over to bring his face closer to yours, giving you one last kiss before leaving.

"i can't promise something i can't keep."

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it'd been hours. your room was now filled with the illuminating rays of the sun, and you were still in the same place on your bed, awake and waiting for your husband's return. your eyes were red and puffy due to an hour of crying after he left. your mind was hazy and tired, yet you couldn't bring yourself to sleep.

you glanced at your wedding ring, twisted into a mobius strip. "forever..." you mumbled, reminiscing about the vows nanami said at your wedding.

you deeply sighed. i'm losing my mind.

the doorbell rang.

it didn't even take a second for you to jump out of the lofty mattress and run towards the door. you didn't even bother to look through the peep hole or ask who was there; you just opened the door, eager to jump into the arms of the love of your life and smother his handsome face with kisses.

alas, to your disappointment, you were met with the eyes of a young boy with pink hair, who was too ashamed to look at you in the eye and was holding a white envelope with the words, my dear y/n.

✩

since shibuya arc just dropped, i decided to post this drabble that was on my mind for a while <3

#i love writing angst #i cried while writing this #i'm losing my mind #nanami deserves better #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader

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nyxwanderland · 8 months

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i deeply apologize for the person i’m about to turn into when i see shibuya feral gojo animated in a couple of weeks

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♡ kiss your scars

pairing → dazai osamu x reader genre → angst warnings → self harm, mentions of suicide word count → 937

it wasn't unusual when dazai would come knocking on your door in the middle of night. this time, however, was much more serious than before.

you slightly gasped as your eyes widened in horror at the awful sight of him. "osamu...?" your voice came out shakily, trying to process the wounds through the ripped shirt and sleeves. blood trickled down and seeped through his clothes, and his drenched body was trembling in the pouring weather outside.

you did not hesitate and immediately let him in, settling him on your couch and leaving him there to go to the kitchen as quickly as possible while distressing thoughts ran through your head. you returned to him with a first-aid kit in your hands. you always had it as a backup plan in case dazai was injured again.

dazai remained quiet as you took his shirt off, but only lightly shivered upon his wet torso coming into contact with the air in the lounge. his head just hung low, his wavy brown hair covering his eyes, as if he were too ashamed to look you in the eye.

you were shocked to see a gruesome slash on his chest that cut through the bandages wrapped around him at all times. the stabs weren't left unnoticed on his arm either. slowly removing his gauzes and discarding them in a metallic tray on the coffee table, you began treating his wounds.

it definitely wasn't the first time you saw him without bandages on, but it wasn't an every-day view. it touched you at the thought of how dazai trusted and felt safe with you with his body exposed, revealing his scars that no longer physically hurt but did emotionally.

you did know that he was out on a late-night mission, so it was fair to assume that he was ambushed on the way back or in the process. you wanted to ask him, but you chose to remain silent for now. neither did he.

as you were dressing his wounds, a few scars caught your attention that you had never seen before. one at his shoulder blade, near his collarbone on the neck, and a few on his abdomen. it seemed like they were inflicted a few days ago, judging from the whiteness that indicated that they had healed. he never told me about these... you thought while tidying up the materials that you used and gathering the unnecessary contents to throw in the trash.

your fingertips gently traced the marks on which you were eyeing as you muttered, "who... who did this to you?" your eyes shifted to the newly treated gash on his chest and you placed your hand on it carefully, making sure not to hurt him any longer.

you received no answer, so you repeated, "who did this to you, osamu?" your voice quivered. "were you hurt during your mission? and these... new scars?"

dazai took a deep breath. "i did." he did not bother to lift his head because he refused to look into your eyes filled with sorrow. "all of it."

"i... i see," you just murmured, ignoring the lump in your throat. you tried to bring your blurry vision back to normal, but tears welling in your eyes made it difficult. you did not want to cry in front of him—you wanted to be strong and be an emotional support for him.

you went into your room to bring his shirt (that he usually leaves in your wardrobe after crashing at your place) for him to wear. "do you want to eat anything? i have some dinner for y-"

"i'll just sleep," dazai interrupted, and you nodded. you extended your hand for him to hold, and he accepted. you guided him to your room, not letting go of his hand.

he laid down on your bed, and you covered him with blankets. you were leaving to give him some space, but you stopped in your tracks when dazai spoke, "i want you to hold me..."

✩

he was now fast asleep, his head on your chest, and your fingers were caressing his soft, wavy hair, occasionally scratching his scalp in the process. you couldn't help but kiss his forehead from time to time, fully knowing he loved it.

without realising it at first, you finally broke into tears, but you continued to nestle his hair as you tried your best to control your sobs. why... why does he have to go through this?

you hated how dazai discarded his needs for the sake of others so recklessly, how he just shut himself out randomly... how he just wanted to die at times.

he was your world, so you wanted to protect him. and there were times when he'd feel so much better. he would let his cheerful mask down and start opening up more. he himself would state that he never wanted to leave you behind so he stopped killing himself altogether, just for you. because of you and your support.

that did not mean at all that he would stop inflicting pain on himself from time to time. but it was never this bad, and you were now afraid it might go overboard.

you always wanted to kiss his scars and tell him they were beautiful, but deep down, you knew that dazai wasn't ready for this. you decided to give him some time.

but the vivid images of your beloved's scars were always going to haunt you. no matter what and when. in spite of all this, you stayed. just so that he can feel better. and you were never going to give up.

#i cried #dazai osamu needs to be protected at all costs #please i love him so much it hurts #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #like and follow #like and reblog

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nyxwanderland · 8 months

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HOLY SHIT FINALLY NEW KENTO CONTENT😭😭😭😭😭 I'M ALIVE AGAIN

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nyxwanderland · 8 months

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still thinking about him

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nyxwanderland · 8 months

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♡ boyfriend iwaizumi hajime

pairing → iwaizumi hajime x reader genre → fluffwarnings → none word count → 611

• boyfriend iwaizumi is usually rough and blunt in his actions and words, but he tries to be as gentle as possible if it's you. • you don't mind because you know he's trying to be better and you appreciate him his efforts.

• boyfriend iwaizumi loves doing skin care with you. • he is going to complain the entire time, like "ah shit, it's too cold." or "how long will it take for this to dry?" and also "don't peel it off! it hurts!!" • but he will certainly join you for another session again.

• boyfriend iwaizumi sends you memes at any time of the day, whether it be in the morning before leaving for work or at 2:30 am. • "this you lol." • and you HAVE to send another one back to match his energy.

• boyfriend iwaizumi crashes at your apartment whenever he has an exhausting day and doesn't feel like driving to his place. • one reason may be that his workplace is closer to yours than it is to his. • but you surely know that the main reason is your company and the meals that you feed him yourself. • he sometimes stays the night as he demands your cuddles and featherlight strokes on his back before going to sleep.

• boyfriend iwaizumi wakes up way before you and just stares lovingly at your sleeping face, chuckling a bit as he wipes off the drool from your chin. • he takes some photos of you before you wake up from your slumber as well.

• boyfriend iwaizumi doesn't know how to cook, but he just watches you prepare breakfast for both of you in the kitchen, occasionally kissing your neck whenever you walk past him. • once, he tried to make breakfast while you were sleeping. • and... he burned the eggs. • you do teach him some basic recipes from time to time so that he doesn't starve himself to death when he's at his own place.

• boyfriend iwaizumi identifies as the 'sunshine protector' and his pronouns are protect/atallcosts. • not the oh-so-protective type; he knows you can take care of yourself and trusts you wholeheartedly. • the protective mode is on when he finds anyone looking at you with unholy intentions or harassing you. • he WILL punch the living hell out of the said person.

• boyfriend iwaizumi is used to getting his ass smacked by you every now and then. • he doesn't really understand why you're obsessed with his butt, although you try your best to explain to him that his ass is delicious you just can't help it. • you find yourself touching his biceps and chest as well. • "...you good, y/n?" "excuse me? it's not my fault you have insane body proportions."

• boyfriend iwaizumi is super touchy. • he just can't walk with you unless he's touching you. • your arms brushing past each other, holding hands, his arm around your waist or shoulders—he just has to keep touching you otherwise he won't function.

• boyfriend iwaizumi melts when you take the initiative to kiss him first. • it's usually the other way around, but when you suddenly kiss him out of the blue, his face turns as red as a cherry. • he may show annoyance, but of course he loves it so much. he just hates to admit it.

• boyfriend iwaizumi will leave everything behind just to tend to your needs if you're having a bad day. • he buys you your favourite snacks and other stuff to cheer you up. • he lets you cry on his shoulder; it doesn't matter if your tears or even your snot is ruining his shirt.

• boyfriend iwaizumi goes above and beyond just to see you smile. he loves you more than just to the moon and back.

#someone give me an iwaizumi hajime #he's so hot and handsome and gorgeous #delusional #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader hc #iwaizumi x reader #like and reblog #like and follow

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nyxwanderland · 8 months

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♡ in your arms

pairing → jean kirschtein x reader genre → fluff / angst warnings → contains swearing, blood word count → 1157

I may get very hungry after several hours of brutal training, but I'd trade my soul in exchange for skipping dinner at the mess hall. Don't get me wrong, the food was alright. The real reason was the loud and annoying trainees drenched in sweat and reeking of body odor, making it unbearable for me to eat in peace. I myself felt uncomfortable and self-conscious of my own unpleasant smell.

Commander Keith's orders were to wash up only after we had our meals. So bothersome.

After taking forever to find an empty place for myself to sit and eat, I propped my book in front of me in a way I could read it easily while eating my bread. Although despising them with every inch of my being, I had always found titans fascinating and really wanted to work with Squad Leader Hange Zoe to further research about the giant brutes.

It was getting louder in the mess hall. It was as if a fight broke out because people gathered around a spot and punches and kicks were heard. I could care less, however the crowd was right behind me so it was difficult to concentrate in peace.

I decided to get up and find a new area where it was quieter when I was hit with a splash of water out of the blue. Not only my hair and clothes were all wet, but my food and book were too. The entire room became quiet upon realization.

Abruptly getting up while slamming my hands on the table, I turned around to face the group of people behind me. They already thought I was scary for no reason and left me alone all this time, so they stared at me as if they'd shit their pants.

"Who did it?" I asked. Frustrated when no answer came, I said again, with a raised voice this time, "I said, who the fuck did it?"

"It was me," a brown-haired boy spoke up, raising his hand. "Didn't see you there, sorry."

I would've normally forgiven him, but something about his cocky expression and negligible concern made my eye twitch. "Is that your way of apologizing?"

His eyes glanced down from my eyes to my hand, which was holding the book, water droplets dripping from the pages. "I mean, you got a shower, you should be thanking me for that."

My urge give him a beating won over just as he said that. I went towards his figure. "Also, that book has like a hundreds of copies in the library, so it's not that a big de-" While his mouth was spewing shit, I grabbed a fistful of hair, shoving his face on my knee. A crack was heard as I did so.

"Jean?!" One of the trainees from the crowd yelled along with a couple of gasps from the others in the room.

The guy- Jean grunted as he staggered and lost his balance, falling on the floor with his head on the ground. "Fuck! This bitch broke my nose!"

"Didn't see you there. It's just a broken nose, it'll get fixed on its own anyway, no big deal."

✩

"Hey, you alright?" A voice so gentle asked.

I snapped out of the memory and realized I wasn't a trainee in the mess hall anymore, but in an airship with other soldiers, in a land outside of where it all began.

I quickly looked at the person who spoke. Just as our eyes met, my gaze softened and a smile subconsciously appeared on my face. "Yeah, I'm fine, Jean."

The me four years ago would have never expected to be my worst enemy's fiancée, sitting closely together with my head on his shoulder. From hating to loving each other, it was a whole journey; and we were going to continue it till the end.

"You looked pretty zoned out there," my beloved said, worried unlike our trainee days.

I shook my head. "I was thinking about how we first met."

Jean let out a laugh. "Man, that sure was the most horrible first meeting I've ever had in my life. Worse than Eren's."

"You were being a jerk after all," I shrugged. "You deserved it."

"Oh, shut up," he scoffed. "It was just a book, my love. You could have found more like it or even better in the lib-"

"You're lucky that I love you or there'd be a repeat of what happened last time," I threatened as sweetly as possible.

Jean rolled his eyes and sighed. He wrapped his arm around my body, pulling me even closer to his body. "I just can't wait for this to be over. Then as promised, we'll get married and have a safe life back home."

I smiled, my cheeks slightly turning red at the thought of us living together with no worry in the world. Without being alert all the time and without the fear of getting killed suddenly. "Me too," I said quietly, just enough for Jean to hear amongst the loud celebrating cheers in the ship.

thud

My ears perked up and I looked at Jean, who became alert too. Something just hit the exterior of the airship. We both got up and told the cheering soldiers to calm down.

"Is there someone inside?" I asked, but all of them denied.

I went to check from the door, but someone held my hand to stop me. I turned around to see it was Jean. "It's dangerous, y/n."

"I'll be fine," I said reassuringly.

At that moment, a little girl jumped inside the aircraft and pointed a large rifle at someone. Sasha.

It all happened in seconds, as I pushed Sasha out of the way to save her from getting killed. She looked at me with horror, and I did not realize why so until I felt a sharp pain in my body, near my chest.

It took me a moment to comprehend what was happening as my body dropped to the floor, Jean screaming in agony and the angry soldiers grabbing the culprit and snatching the weapon.

My eyes were glued to the ceiling and I tried to control my breath. Blood oozed out from my wound. My vision was getting blurry and the voices that were once loud were beginning to fade away.

I felt my body being held in someone's arms. I saw Jean, his face plastered with despair and dripping with tears. He was saying something, but it was getting harder for me to make out the words coming out of his mouth.

With the only energy left within, I managed to place my hand on my beloved's cheek, wiping the tears away. I let out a deep breath and muttered, "I guess... my wish of dying in your arms became true... earlier than I wanted to..."

"I'm sorry, J-Jean... for breaking our promise..."

I felt my hand drop as everything went black, breathing my last.

#jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #attack on titan #fluff then angst #my first fic #like and follow

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