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Your Answer (Pt.1)

Summary: Which of the following simple phrases that can change someone's life? Take a guess.

A.) I love you B.) You matter C.) I'm sorry

Timeline: Gojo - 26, Shion - 25

Tags: Can get very angsty at the start and near the end, Gojo (annoyingly/adoringly), Shion being a Tsundere, Fluff, Shoko being tired of her friends' oblivious acts,

Words: 4.1k+

A/n: HEEEYYYYY, I'm back from my unannounced 4 month hiatus. Don't worry, this author is fighting tooth and nail with writer's block on a daily basis. Anyways, it was supposed to be a Megumi-ish centered chapter but the author still hasn't grasped of his character that much to think what would he be like in his childhood with Shion around. Because of this said problem, I was duking out with writer's block, and school.

EDIT: I kept forgetting to upload this chapter since January because my stuff doesn't show up unless its morning.

Special thanks to zark or xerox-candybar for beta reading this chapter because as always, she did a wonderful job.

Disclaimer: I don't own JJK

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One morning, a lone special grade sorcerer, Shion Gojo, spent some time in the quiet halls of the school library. Shion had long forgotten the opened book in her hand along with the untouched tea she made earlier. Instead of reading, she focused on the cherry petals falling like light rain from the nearby window.

‘It’s been 10 years since I’ve met Satoru, huh?’ Shion thought.

“Are you by yourself?”

Shion turned her attention towards the direction of the voice, and it was Shoko. Much to Shion’s surprise, the ever-present dark circles on the doctor’s face weren't there. If Shion wasn’t mistaken, the last time she saw Shoko without them was before she enrolled into med school.

“Shouldn’t you be at the morgue around this time?” Shion asked, watching the latter take a seat across from her.

“I should be,” Shoko grabbed an unlit cigarette from her inner pocket, using it to point at Shion. “But I chose not to.”

“Shoko, you- ow !”

Shoko pulled Shion’s cheek with her free hand before letting it go. “Relax, I’m responsible enough to keep on top of my medical reports, and I’m not gonna smoke.” Shoko pointed at the fire extinguisher, knowing Shion wouldn’t hesitate to use it on her. “Besides, Watanabe-sensei is covering for me, which means I actually get to take a break.”

“I forgot that he was here.” Shion rubbed her cheek to numb the pain. “I thought he was stationed permanently at Kyoto now?”

“That was supposed to be the deal since I got my license, but something changed. I don’t know much about the details other than he’s going to be here for two months.” Shoko shrugged. “Hey, as long as I get more sleep at night, I’m fine with whatever.”

“That would explain the lack of eyebags on you.” Shion blurted, causing Shoko to pinch her friend’s cheeks again.

“Anyways," Shoko let go of Shion’s cheek once more. "You seem to be missing Satoru after just a few days."

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Shion frowned slightly. “As you said, it’s only been five days since he left. He’ll be back from the mission in no time.”

“Then can you explain that ?”

With her unlit cigarette, Shoko pointed at something next to Shion. Sitting next to her was a soft-looking white floppy long-eared floppy bunny, relaxing on a stack of books.

Shion found it weird that the character was in fact a puppy, and not a rabbit. This information had caused a near-heated debate with one of the die-hard Sanrio fans at the same store. She could have sworn they're ready to kill her on the spot.

There’s nothing wrong with the said rabbit puppy plush toy. The signature black gakuran of JujuTech that the doll wore was a pain in the ass to hand stitch as she didn’t have a sewing machine. As for the blindfold, it was supposed to be white bandages, but she had leftover fabric from the uniform she made and-

Oh.

Shion shook her head in denial before turning her attention back to Shoko as the resident doctor awaited her explanation. “I still don’t see how this adorable toy correlates to me missing that long-lost member of three blind mice.”

“Gojo is right, you’re the walking definition of what ‘oblivious’ means.” Shoko lightly chuckled, seeing her friend’s face bloom into red. “However, that trait of yours is what makes two dumbasses pay special attention to you back in high school.”

Shion cleared her throat, seizing the opportunity to change the topic. “I assume you’re not here to reminisce about our high school days.”

"Nope," Shoko replied. “ I just want to check on you. I’ve been thinking about that confession you made last year.”

"Why now?" Shion crossed her arms, suddenly guarded.

“Time is considered to be a luxury for us, especially in this world.” Shoko paused for a second, carefully thinking about her next words as her index finger flicked the unlit cigarette. “Is it still the same? You’re still loving him because you think you have to?”

What had she said that night? Shion couldn’t remember, thanks to all that alcohol turning her mopey and shit, making her spill unspoken truths lies. The doctor didn’t have to take her confession so seriously; they were just drunken ramblings, and not meant to be accepted at face value.

Did Shion love Gojo because–as she had said–she feels like she has to, because he deserves it? Or did she truly fall for him?

She really wished that finding the answers for those questions would be easy, but it wasn’t. She blamed her lack of experience with love and romance. How was she supposed to know if she loved someone? It always seemed so simple in books--but despite her collection of romance novels, she had yet to truly understand it.

Some said that they knew they were in love with someone when they accepted their imperfections. They just learned to tolerate them.

Others said that that love was a gut feeling; something indescribable but recognizable as one grew older and wiser with experience. That definition certainly didn’t help at all.

Gojo’s warmth…could she use that as her basis for understanding? Throughout the years she had known him, whenever he held her hand or hugged her, she felt safe and secure. As if he’s telling her everything would be alright.

No, it’s stupid to think that a mere touch could change everything she understood about herself. Maybe this love was purely platonic? After all, despite his hijinks, she respected him both as a person and as a sorcerer.

Shion fidgeted in her chair before placing her hand on her chest. “I do know the love I held for him is nothing more than admiration and respect. Afterall, I don’t deserve to be love and held in such-”

“Can you just stop for a sec there?” Shoko’s question interrupted Shion, the tone in her voice was laced with frustration. “Honestly, don’t you find it tiring to be so pathetic and weak-minded?”

Shoko took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair before exhaling.

“You know…” The doctor crossed her arms. “He can and will scorch anybody and anything that hurts you.”

The words made Shion feel time had significantly slowed. What Shoko is saying couldn’t be true, right? Of course it's not! The idea that Satoru Gojo would forsake his dreams and ideals for someone like her? That sounded like pure blasphemy. She wasn’t worth the trouble.

And what if it were true? If anything, it would make her hate herself more than she already did.

“That’s not true.” Shion shook her head frantically; a shaky breath was released next. “He just hasn't found a reason to end our marriage. A special someone…”

“Really?” Shoko raised her brow, unwittingly mocking her friend. “Look me in the eye and say you’ll be fine if he falls in love with someone else.”

Shion gulped down her nervousness, steeling her nerves as she held Shoko’s gaze. However, when she opened her mouth, nothing came out, and the long-awaited words lodged in her throat as her breathing became shallow.

Something crept into the special grade sorceress, and this ‘something’ was all too familiar to her: fear. The fear that everything she held dear would disappear from her grasp, all because she dared to acknowledge it.

“How long will you still deny-”

“Shut up!”

Shion’s raised voice cut through Shoko's question.

The distressed woman hugged herself, digging her nails into her arms and shutting her eyes close. “I don’t want to hear any of it!” Shion said. “It’s not true! I don’t fucking deserve it! He deserved so much better!”

In a split second, the atmosphere became thick and heavy with tension. As Shion repeated those words like a mantra to herself, Shoko distracted herself with her own thoughts.

To be honest, it was none of her business. Shoko didn’t even like to meddle in someone else’s affairs. However, after the stupidest choice that her friend made six years ago, Shoko decided to be neutral.

Yes, the higher-ups were a huge pain in her ass, but thinking about how to traverse through the messy and complex web of politics in the hidden world of Jujutsu was too much for her. She already had patients and cursed spirits to worry about.

Thankfully, her role as a practitioner of reverse cursed technique saved her from the higher-ups breathing down her neck. And, to prevent future headaches or raise suspicion, she kept Gojo at arm's length.

Call her selfish for being neutral, but isn’t everyone else? There’s no such thing as a selfless individual. Sometimes, a “random act of kindness” could be nothing more than an ego trip.

…so why was she sticking her nose into Shion’s marriage?

Shoko would say this as many times as she needed to. It was tiring to watch Shion and Gojo’s whole charade: the two of them trying to be oblivious, denying themselves for their own sakes.

Fuck, she needed a drink. She didn’t give a shit that it was still early afternoon.

A constant buzzing of Shoko’s phone severed her line of thought. With her free hand, she picked up the call.

“Hello? Yeah, I’ll be there in five.” Shoko shoved her phone back into her lab coat. “Watanabe called, and he needs me for something.”

The sound of her friend’s voice broke Shion from her trance. Her head snapped back up, meeting Shoko’s unfazed expression.

“Shoko, I’m-”

“Don’t apologize.” Shoko cut her off, getting up from her seat. “I pushed too hard when you’re clearly not ready to talk about it. I’ll make up to you the next time we meet.”

The clicking sounds of Shoko’s heels echoed throughout the library. With every step she made, the sound became fainter and fainter until silence had become Shion’s companion once more. She returned to stare at the seemingly endless shower of pink petals.

Somehow, the color had become dull and lifeless to her.

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Before she left the library with the plush toy, Shion got a call from Yaga to pay a quick visit to his office. She really hoped it’s not about the mysterious holes found in Tsukamoto’s brown fabric body. Plenty of students fell victim to it and she knew Nanami was one of those unfortunate individuals.

Without much to anyone’s surprise, many sought for revenge on the cursed corpse, but Yaga was the only obstacle that prevented them from doing so.

"A crow came to my office with Alex's request attached to it." Yaga handed Shion a scroll. "He specifically asked for you to join him on a mission."

Shion loosened the tie around the paper before briefly scanning the contents. "Is something wrong with it? You don't usually hand-deliver my missions unless it requires extra precaution."

"Call it a gut feeling, but…" Yaga picked up the felting needle and started working on his cursed corpse's torso. "I think something bad is going to happen with this one. I suggest you think carefully before accepting Alex’s request.”

It’s been a while since she last heard that name. Alex was an Interpol agent who worked part time as a 1st Grade Sorcerer. He mostly dealt with international cases related to curses, or suspected curses. They had last spoken about two or three months ago, after Alex had enlisted her help in Egypt.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME WE’RE GONNA DEAL WITH A FUCKING BOOBY TRAP!” Shion yelled.

As the duo ran along the steep-yet-narrow hallway, a giant boulder rolled down behind them. Their mission was supposed to be straightforward–search this tomb to investigate a ‘sickness’ plaguing a nearby village.

She hated the heat, the constant feeling of sand in her mouth and feet, and the camels kept spitting at her even though she did nothing to gain their ire.

But the trip became 10x worse than it already was when Alex decided to take a rest. By leaning on the pyramid’s wall, he had triggered this comical chase scene.

“YOU SAID IT’S A SIMPLE MISSION!”

“I THOUGHT THAT MUMMY SHIT ISN’T REAL!” Alex retorted, seemingly about to lose his breath. "ALSO, AREN'T YOU A SPECIAL GRADE SORCERER!? WHY DON'T YOU PROVE IT!?"

While turning sharply, Shion reached for the handle of her dagger as she skidded across the limestone concrete floor, facing the incoming boulder that could have easily flattened her into a pancake.

"SHUT UP!"

She closed her eyes and opened them, her eyes turned seafoam colored as she swung her weapon towards it, digging her dagger into the solid rock surface. In a split second, the huge boulder broke into multiple pieces before into fine dust.

She thought she could finally have peace in her husband’s office. However, seeing Yaga-sensei surrounded with his own cute creations, it left Shion a question of her own as she stared at the wooden ceiling, mindlessly playing with the doll’s floppy white ears.

‘What can I do after all of this ends?’

She never thought much about what her life would be after the war with the cursed spirits ended. It’s a fleeting dream for sure, but there’s always an end to everything. There’s a small seed of hope in her that she would live long enough to see that day.

Happy ending? Unlikely. She’d seen so much shit that it felt impossible for her to keep going. Shion had ended enough lives to hear the voices who condemned her to death. She closed her eyes, unconsciously relieving that memory again.

A girl no younger than 13 with black hair made a trail of red roses as she wielded her blade, tainting the snowy grounds of the compound.

The pleas for mercy fell on deaf her ears as she drove her katana into her targets. Why would they bother to ask for forgiveness? Weren’t they bad people? She didn’t expect them to regret anything they did.

The thirst for revenge clouded her judgment, ignoring the cold, lifeless eyes of her victims. They would answer for her parent’s blood with their own.

Her cold fingers warmed as a crimson-colored metallic smelling liquid painted them. Was it from the mother who wept over her dead children? Or was it from the elderly couple she struck down?

At this point, Death would be her constant companion. And even if she wanted to, there’s no turning back as she was already knee-deep into her path of vengeance.

The people she slaughtered like cattle were her mere stepping-stones towards her own goal.

Shion’s eyes shot wide open, breaking free from her memory when she felt something vibrating in her pocket. She fished it out, and her phone lit up with her husband's caller ID, and an incoming request for a video call.

She accepted the call, and the screen of her phone changed to show her husband’s stupidly handsome face. She questioned the acceleration of her heartbeat upon realizing he didn’t have his usual white bandages, leaving his face bare. She’d seen his beautiful blue eyes countless times, but why now?

“Miss me that much?” Gojo raised his brow at his wife’s stoicism. “You usually pick up my calls after 3 rings, honey.”

This unexpected pet name sent color to Shion’s pale cheeks. “If you called me to prove your point, I'd hang up on you.”

“Wait!” Her husband loudly exclaimed. “ I just wanted to hear how things are going so far. It’s pretty busy around here. I’ll be out for another two weeks. ”

14 more days? That’s too long for him to be away. Then again, it’s not like everyone could be a sorcerer which meant more work for her husband. Would it be alright to be a little selfish, to ask for more of his time?

Masking her disappointment, Shion let out a small sigh. “Where do you want me to start?”

“From the very beginning.”

The conversation between the couple was supposed to be a quarter of an hour but it went beyond that. Surprisingly, Gojo didn’t interrupt her once with his usual snide remarks. It’s almost as if he called her to listen to her voice. This idea almost made her blush on the spot as her heart beat faster.

Shion let out a small gasp, remembering something at the last second. “Also, Watanabe-sensei shot Tsukamoto dead.”

“The teddy bear with boxing gloves?” Gojo asked, watching Shion nodded. “Save me a front row seat–I wanna be there when it happens.”

“When what happens?”

“When Yaga-sensei suplexes Watanabe-sensei.”

Now, it would be an interesting sight to see.

“Satoru,” Shion called him, but instead of warmth, a dreadful feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. “Before you go, can I ask you something?”

Gojo’s lax expression straightened as he picked up the seriousness of Shion’s tone.

“We’ve been married almost six years, Satoru,” Shion started, pausing for a moment. “And I‘ve been thinking about your answer that day. Is it still the same? Marrying me because you have to?”

The day after her trial and announcement of her engagement, a question formed in her head despite the influence of anesthesia in her system. She thought that the drug had given her the courage to ask her husband. So much of that day was foggy, yet somehow his words became engraved deep in her memory.

Back then, his answer solidified her belief that her married life would be miserable.

“Why do you want to marry me, Gojo?”

“I could let them have your head.” Gojo grabbed a lock of her black hair, playing it between his fingers. “But…you possess one-of-a-kind technique. That would become one of my regrets, if I didn’t intervene.”

Gojo pressed his lips against her hair, the disgust churning Shion’s stomach.

“The wedding gift I want from my lovely soon-to-be wife is… don’t die on me.”

Instead of an immediate response, the astounding silence was enough to make Shion’s blood run cold. Although Gojo’s expression remained unchanged, she saw the uneasiness in his eyes.

‘What are we?’

Three simple words were enough to change everything she had with Gojo. She wanted to ask that question, and resisting the temptation grew harder and harder with each passing day–the risk was too heavy to jeopardize what they had.

And look at her selfish curiosity brought to her. She almost ruined what she had with him because of his silent response. That was enough for Shion. Yet why did she feel such disappointment? Did she truly hope his answer would be different?

“Shion-”

"Please forget about this conversation." Shion bit her inner cheek, preventing herself from frowning. "It's unfair for you to be asked on the spot when you have other priorities to worry about."

Another moment of stillness passed between them, but it wasn’t the uncomfortable type of silence, like she had experienced with Shoko earlier.

Gojo chose "Let's talk about it when I get back, okay?"

Fearing her voice would fail her, Shion nodded. Without anything else to say, Gojo ended the call, returning her phone's screen back to her wallpaper. It’s her pre wedding photo. She couldn’t recall the fine details on how she came to agree with the decision.

However, she noticed something different in Gojo. As far as she remembered, this photo dated back when things were so damn complicated and difficult between them, causing a thick strain in their relationship.

Yet, the softness she found in his gaze towards her told her otherwise.

Why was he looking at her like that? As if…she was everything to him?

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One late evening, a lone special grade sorcerer, Satoru Gojo, finally returned home after eight long days with barely enough sleep. His mission ended earlier than expected, but hey, at least he could finally see his lovely wife sleep properly in his comfy bed.

“I’m home!”

After taking his shoes off near the doorstep, he walked towards the living room with a spring in his step. However, his expectations fell shortly after seeing a messy patch of green hair on top of a bespectacled man’s head.

“Oh, you’re home.” Watanabe folded the newspaper in half. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

“Watanabe-sensei?” Gojo knitted his brows. “What are you doing here in my house? Where are Tsumiki and Megumi?”

“First, your wife asked me to look after them while she’s on a mission. Second, they’re asleep.” The school doctor rolled his neck before rubbing the nicotine patch on his upper left arm. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go back to school.”

“And Shion?”

“What about her, Gojo?" Watanabe's eyes widened a bit upon remembering. “She did tell me she’s going home with you in tow three days ago.”

Gojo resisted the urge to frown in confoundment upon hearing what Watanabe said. As much as he remembered, there was nothing indicating that his wife would be coming home with him. Maybe she said that to quell the children’s worries? After all, he hadn’t given them a clear idea as to when he’d be back.

So, his wife contacted Watanabe three days ago? Had something happened whilst he’s away? Nothing came to mind. Probably some sort of mix-up in communication. Still, he had a bad feeling.

Watanabe blinked a couple of times. “Anything else?”

“I need you to look after the kids again.”

“Huh? I’m a doctor, not a babysitter.”

“I’ll tell Yaga-sensei what happened to Tsukamoto.”

“How did you-forget it.” Watanabe sighed heavily, scratching his head in the process. “Your influence on her truly shows. I can’t believe I’m still here, babysitting… You better cover my ass if Ieiri comes looking for me.”

Watanabe took his spot again on the couch as Gojo made way to his bedroom. He switched on the lights, illuminating his room. He lied down in bed and called his wife’s phone. The phone on the other end started ringing just as he put it to his ear. He didn’t realize how much he missed her until he heard Shion’s voicemail.

Gojo kept calling and calling until his frustration took over. Where the fuck is she? He couldn’t sense the wedding ring or even her dreaded cursed energy. He cursed underneath his breath before getting out of bed.

His mood improved when his eyes landed on a long, white floppy eared puppy. It was sitting comfortably on top of Shion’s bookshelf while wearing clothes that resembled his uniform. Instead of the white bandages, a black blindfold covered its eyes.

"Why, hello…" Gojo grinned, picking up the stuffed plush toy. "Is this supposed to be me?"

Even though Shion denied missing him, Gojo felt the effort she put into making this handicraft. “We’ve been married almost six years, Satoru,” Shion started, pausing for a moment. “And I‘ve been thinking about your answer that day. Is it still the same? You’ve stayed married to me because you feel that you have to?” Gojo frowned. How could he forget that conversation? When his wife had never before questioned anything about their marriage…

Technically speaking, his answer hadn’t changed. He only married her to save her from getting her head chopped off. But if things were different, maybe he would marry her out of love, or maybe he didn’t. Instead, he would find another alternative to see her alive and breathing.

He put the doll back where it was and began browsing through Shion’s mini library. If he couldn’t get through to her himself, maybe he could find some sort of clue in her books. He pulled down his bandages and started browsing through her collection.

After almost half an hour, Gojo took note of the central themes in some of the books he briefly read. And, he wondered if it had something to do with him.

“If only I met you sooner.” …People tend to weave this idea into various stories– romantic or not, it was always a hit with the audience. Despite Shion seemingly being a fan of this trope, Gojo didn’t see the appeal of it.

As he grew older and wiser with time, he understood why this futile fantasy often played into stories. Gojo believed its popularity was fueled by self-doubt, as humans tended to be fickle with their opinions on relationships. He could imagine the reason behind Shion’s fascination towards it. Was it because of how lonely she felt in the years before she met him? Or did she sense the solitude in him?

Putting the book away, he pulled out his phone and noticed a text notification from Shion. The tension in his shoulders didn't leave. Why did he feel uneasiness from it?

In the picture, a disheveled woman was sitting alone, seemingly her arms were behind the chair she’s sitting on. She slumped over the chair with her hair hanging like curtains across her face. Above her was a single dimly lit lightbulb, illuminating her tired features and the black silk dress hung on her body. Splotches of red and purple littered across her arms and legs.

But the temperature in his body rose in anger and the bedroom dropped to zero degrees when he saw text:

“You’ll raise hell from the bottomless pit just for her, right?”

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Special thanks to zark or xerox-candybar for beta reading this chapter because as always, she did a wonderful job.

Also, for those who are up to date with the manga....Yeah...Since Gege chose to end the year with a bang, I might as well slammed the door open into the new year with a nice cliffhanger. ^^

In addition, here's Alex's Character Info: Character Profile: Alexander Atotsugi “Alex” Kim Enrollment Method: Family Lineage Hobbies: Collecting Antiques Favorite Food: Hae-jang guk (hangover soup) Least Favorite Food: Kimchi (can’t handle spice - his mother was purely disappointed in him) Cause of Stress: Dirty stuff - His mother is Korean American while his father is a former member of the Kamo Clan. His second name, Atotsugi, means "heir" as his father wants him to be the next clan leader. - Supposed to be next in line for clan head, but he has no interest in it. Because of his rejection, he earned the stitches on his face because his head was literally split into two from the family’s assassination attempt. - Met Mei Mei in a clan meeting between their families (after his clan paid him enough to make an appearance), only to find out he's her senior at Jujutech.

Hopefully, my next update wont be after 4 months as my life will be a bit busy after graduation this month. So, for those who were waiting, I apologize and thank you for being patient. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll see you guys whenever the next ch.

#jjk fanfics #gojo x reader #gojo x oc #gojo angst #jjk x reader

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sharuruwrites · 1 year

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Bread?

Summary: An assassin questioned the artist where she got the audacity to touch him so freely.

Tags: Fem!Reader x Toji, Reader got drunk, Reader's friend is concerned about your roommate, Toji in denial stage, Tension so thick, Slight Dubcon, Body worship (male receiving), mention of sex and alcohol, unedited

Words: 1.6k

A/N: In celebration of everyone's favorite dilf, Toji Fushuiguro, and my friend asked me when's part two of Rent or Model. Also, I do apologize that it felt rushed, and this is something I want to get it out of my head.

This oneshot is inspired by my cousin's comment on a kpop idol's abs back when I was still a kpop fan almost a decade ago. She told me if she could, she would like to bite into idol's abs because they look like a pack of dinner rolls. So, thanks cuz if you stumble upon this fic! (^u^)>

Note: Aki isn't related to the one in CSM, but the name just popped up to my head.

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"Dumbass," Your friend, Aki, looked at you. "Heh, you dislike called one, yet you respond to it."

Aki furrowed his brows, bringing the lid of his beer mug to his lips. "I hope you trip on your own shoelaces."

His threat caused you to chuckle. Almost a decade worth of friendship was enough to tell you that he didn't mean anything by it. If anything, you knew him so well that you have tales to tell that could make or break with his future partner.

"Anyways," Aki took the chance to talk in hopes of changing the subject. "What's with the sudden hang out? You barely went out unless you're shopping for groceries."

To be honest, your roommate, Toji Zen'in, was currently away on a mission. He didn't gave you an exact date he would be back as its been already a week. The only good side of his absence was the lack of noises you heard from his room throughout the nights of Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Why those specific days? You don't know as it's not your business who would be in Toji's bed.

Does Aki know you're living with someone who kills people for a living? No

Does your friend know you posted an roommate advertisement in some shady ass website? No

Does he know Toji's usual nightlife? No

If Aki knew about your roommate, he would turn his mothering and nagging up to its max settings. You appreciate his concern, but, honestly, his way of thinking was too normal for you. You needed something or someone that could spice up your mundane life.

Hence, the impulsive decision to get a roommate. So far, Toji was reliable enough when it comes to doing chores. But, you learned not to trust him shopping for groceries with your money.

Only for you to find out that he threw the money away on those horses and jockey. To be fair, he did win the highest bid on that day, treat you to dinner at a fancy restaurant in Aoyama.

"What can you say?" You swirled your glass of whiskey, the ice cubes clinked to one another. "I thought of changing my routine for once."

"Right…" Aki said, not believing you as he took a sip of his beer. "You didn't invite me because you're missing someone?"

Shit. Were you that obvious?!

"You kept looking at your phone at least ten times in thirty minutes." Aki added. "So? Who?"

An image of Toji's soft smile popped into your head. In response to both your friend's question, you shook your head.

"There's no one." You took another sip of your drink. "I'm content with being single for the rest of my life."

That's right. It would be better for you anyway. Yet, thinking about it left a bitter taste in your tongue.

And, that's the beauty of alcohol came in, to make you forget about it by drinking.

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It's been 7 days since he left.

168 hours had passed since the last time his roommate saw him.

30 minutes he spent traveling from the airport to see you at your shared apartment.

Surely, nothing would change within a week, right?

"Who the fuck are you?"

The question left from Toji's lips upon seeing an unfamiliar man coming out of your room. He's average looking at its finest. It didn't helped that the black thick frames of his glasses sold the mundane look.

A new roommate? For fuck's sake, Toji knew you could and would be impulsive with your decisions, especially what happened last month from your request to be his model. But, seriously, it had to be a fuck buddy of yours?!

The bespectacled man sneered at him. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I asked you first."

"I asked you second."

Toji sighed, near the end of his patience. "I'm her roommate, Toji Zen'in."

He almost gagged on the spot after he said his last name.

"Aki Sakamoto, I'm a friend of the weirdo who's currently sleeping now." The bespectacled man crossed his arms, glancing at the door to your room. "How come she didn't tell me about having a roommate? I'll ask her the next time we meet."

"What? You're jealous?"

"Nope, that idiot is too weird for my type." Aki scrunched his face in disgust, sticking his tongue out afterwards. " I knew her long enough that if I date her, I feel like I'm committing incest."

Upon hearing the latter's words, Toji crossed out the possibility of you and Aki being fuck buddies. That's gre- Wait…Why did he felt a sense of relief from your roommate's words? That couldn't be right.

Maybe just maybe. Once you slept with him, the crush weird feelings he had on you would be gone within a snap of his fingers.

"Thanks for looking out on this weirdo in my behalf." Aki slightly bowed a little. "Despite how nonchalant she is, she does get a little lonely from time to time."

"No need for thanks." Toji waved his hand dismissively. "I enjoy the special company she brings."

Toji snorted at the sight of your friend's disgusted expression. "And, that's my cue to leave you with the drunk weirdo."

After your friend left the apartment, Toji chose to linger at your room. He began to think on the words that Aki told him earlier as he brushed off a stray strand of your hair from your face.

Honestly, it shouldn't surprised him, but it did. It's hard to tell especially with the eccentric outlook you had towards in life. Maybe, you did express it at some point throughout the months he lived with you. His job as an assassin prevented him from contacting you, or telling you when he would be back.

Because of it, you always ended up waiting for him.

He knew couldn't always be there for you, but heavens knew he would raise hell if something bad happens to you because of him.

His train of thoughts were derailed when he heard you groan from your sleep. He watched your eyes fluttered open as you try to sit up on your bed.

"Toji? Ish…zhat..you?" The alcohol in your system slurred your words. "I neeeeeed you…."

With a small smile and hands on his waist, Toji asked. "What is it that you need from me, doll?"

Without any word, you jumped onto him, throwing off Toji's balance. You both fell on the wooden floor with a heavy thud.

Fortunately for you, you landed on top of your roommate. As for Toji, he couldn't tell if it's a blessing or a curse to have you straddled on him. The disheveled look didn't help either. Your shirt was too big for you, showing the strap of your bra on one of your shoulder.

"Toji~" You sang his name, grasping the ends of his shirt. "I'll take a quick peek of it, okay?"

Winking at him, you pulled his shirt up, revealing his well toned muscles.

Your index finger lazily traced the outline of his defined abdominal muscles. Eliciting a groan from Toji much to his dismay. He bit his lip to prevent any more sounds coming from him as your lips became dangerously closer towards his stomach.

It took every ounce of his will to restrain the temptation to flipped you over and took you on the floor. His pants became tighter with frustration when your hand accidentally brushed against one of his thighs.

Fuck! Why was he acting like some horny teenager right now?!

"If I bite into this," You looked up, meeting his gaze while giving a quick lick to your lips. "Will it be firm?"

Before anything else could happen, whether it would escalate into sex or not, you passed out. Toji shook your body a couple times, only for him to confirm you're dead asleep from the soft snores he kept hearing.

Once he tucked you back in bed, Toji released probably the biggest sigh in his life. The frustration he felt knew he would have to spent a long time in the cold shower later.

'What the fuck did I do in my past life to experience this?'

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The next day had arrived, and not so surprisingly, you woke up with a banging headache like someone ran you over with a truck.

Maybe you did, and by some miracle, you came out of the ER unscathed. Man, that would be one hell of a story to tell to Aki.

As you got out of your room, you gave your arms and legs a nice long stretch before noticing your roommate. He's currently sitting at the living room, but you noticed the slight dark circles underneath his eyes.

"Morning," You yawned loudly as you wiped the tears from your eyes before rubbing them. "You're back…how was the mission?"

Instead of an answer, he replied with a question of your own.

"Do you remember anything last night?"

"Let's see…I knew I went out drinking with Aki…" You closed your eyes, trying to recollect any memories that happened after your stupidity took over your senses. "My brain got fucked over by four full glasses of shochu, then I don't remember after that…"

Once you opened your eyes, it landed on a brown paper bag. It's sitting nicely on your dining table. Suddenly, you remembered what happened next.

"Oh!" You exclaimed, pulling out a a single piece of bread roll from the brown paper bag. "We went to a bakery for me to get something for today's breakfast, and then- Toji? What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Toji shook his head. "I'm a bit tired from yesterday's mission."

"Then, let me take care of today's breakfast…unless you want to get take out." You scratched your cheek. "I just remember I have a commission due next week."

'Out of all the people, it had to be this oblivious weirdo.' Toji thought.

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RENT OR MODEL

Summary: An artist had the guts to ask an assassin to undress in front of her.

Tags: Toji x Fem!Reader, Artist!Reader, Oblivious!Reader, 0 to 100, Mention of sex (SO MINORS YOU'RE WARNED), Non-canon compliant, Author tries to write tension?, Unedited

A/N: This short story was just something in my head, and I just want to spew it out. Supposed to be with Nanami, but I'll repeat this again. The love and respect I have for this fictional man wouldn't let me. Also, it'll be cleansing my palate after trying to search through this website for Toji fluff without smut. EDIT AFTER WRITING: And, here i thought I could write a oneshot for him without mentioning the birds and the bees.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jujutsu Kaisen as it belong to Gege Akutami. Also. I don't own the gifs.

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"I'm home..."

"Oh, you're here," You didn't tear your gaze off from your easel. "How's work, Toji?"

"Bloody, but nothing too unusual." Toji took off his shoes before taking a seat on the white couch. "You cooking dinner?"

"Not today," Your eyes still glued to the blank white canvas. "I have a commission due tomorrow morning."

"The same one where they asked you to draw a couple?"

"The very same one, and you know I don't draw people, only scenery with the characters are just the side pieces in it!" Toji could hear the frown in your frustrated voice. "But, I couldn't pass the money as they paid three times than the usual."

He couldn't understand how he came across a weirdo like you. Usually, people would be wary or outright refused to have a roommate coming home with someone's blood on his pants.

But, you were an exception. If anything, you welcomed him with open arms despite your first meeting was you in his arms but in a choke hold. In his defense, you were holding your palette knife like a weapon.

With a sigh, you turned your stool to face him. "Before you take a shower, strip for me. Your frame is similar to the client's partner."

'Excuse me?' Toji thought.

Even though it's been almost half a year since you two became roommates, Toji didn't expect to hear that request from you. It's always been cleaning the apartment if he didn't receive a call from his usual handler.

"Skipping ahead, are we?" Toji asked, smirking at your brazenness. "Take me out to dinner at least."

You hummed affirmatively. You got up from your seat and grabbed your phone on the coffee table. "I'll get you dinner after you show me the good stuff."

After you focused entirely on your phone, Toji contemplated about you. Aside from being an eccentric individual, you never seemed to express your want to be in a relationship. Aside from the unreasonable clients, he never heard you whining about men as you always holed up in your room. He thought you're a NEET who's fucking loaded.

"What if I refuse to do it?"

He resisted the urge to chuckle when you made a face at him. 'Are you shitting me?' was clearly written on it.

"Then..." You closed your eyes for a bit before you opened them as if a light bulb lit up in your head. "I'll quadruple the amount that you owe me. Now that I think about it, you haven't pay a single yen for the groceries, the utility bills, and-"

"Alright, fine!" Toji interrupted you before grasping the end of his black shirt. "Any specific pose you prefer?"

"Whatever is comfortable to you, Toji."

The man before you took off his shirt, revealing his well sculpted muscles as he threw the piece of clothing on top of the couch. Usually, his casual hook ups would immediately melt into a puddle at the sight of it, or jump onto him.

However, you, on the other hand, scanned him from top to bottom with your thumb and index finger squeezing both of your cheeks.

You put down your hand before nodding in content."I guess this will be fine."

After what it seemed like half an hour passed by, the exhaustion from his mission started to get him, but throughout the time, he could only hear the tapping sounds of your pencil against the easel as he saw your eyes went back and forth between him and the canvas. You scratching your head a couple of times was enough to tell Toji that you're still stuck with a blank canvas.

"Can't you just draw a stick figure and be done with it?" Toji furrowed his brows. "I rather fucking pay the debt than staying up for another hour."

Ignoring his complaint, you shook your head with your arms crossed for a bit before unfolding them. "I need a firm grasp of it."

You got up from the stool, and immediately, Toji's gut told him that he had a bad feeling about this to which he shook it off, and simply passed it as him being tired.

"Can I squeeze it?" You nonchalantly asked, gesturing at his torso. "If you're not comfortable with that, may I touch you instead?"

"You answer the next month's rent?" Toji watched you nodded. "Go ahead, have fun with it."

It's not a big deal. You're just another woman in his lfie. That's it, no more, no less.

However, when your index finger traced the shape of his right chest, Toji immediately regretting to agree to your request. He didn't expect your touches will left enticing and addictive feeling in him.

Your light touches made his heart beat faster, his breathing heavy. It didn't fucking help your fucking oblivious to what you're doing to him as your head was so far up in the clouds.

He didn't remember why he was even allowing you to do this.

"Are you okay?" You asked, noticing your roommate's sudden quietness. "If you're feeling uncomfortable, I can stop here."

The next thing Toji knew, he had you trapped between his body and the wall. One of his hands grabbed both of your wrists and pinned above your head. As for the other? Well, its beneath your chin, making you look up to meet his gaze.

Now, that he had a good look on your features, you're not even half-bad looking to his standards. Fuck, he wondered what would you look like after sex. Would it be you being a moaning mess? Begging more of him? Or, perhaps, would you still retain your obliviousness?

"You're playing through a very dangerous game right now, doll." His thumb brushed against your soft lips before the distance between of his lips to yours were inches. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

Ding dong

The sound of the doorbell brought Toji back from reality, turning his attention at the door. Who the fuck was at their apartment door at 10 pm?!

"Oh, that must be the food." Your voice caught his attention once more, and he saw how unfazed you look despite the tension before. "Could you let go of my wrists? I don't want my food to be cold, and you know I hate to heat up my food in the microwave."

#jjk fanfic #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fic

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YOU WHAT?! (1)

Summary: Maki and Nobara were shooketh when they find out your relationship with someone's brother.

Tags: Sukuna Ryomen x Fem!Reader, Domestic AU, Sukuna is Itadori's Twin, Slice of life, Fluff, Nearly Everyone but you is concerned in your taste for men, Mention of YutaMaki,

A/n: Sup! This was supposed to be a oneshot for Zark or @xerox-candybar as a gift after knowing them for a year, and helping with my Gojo x Oc story. However, the ideas coming into my head with this au made this oneshot become a full blown collection dedicated to Sukuna. I'll expanded more once I have time or whenever I felt like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jujutsu Kaisen as it belong to Gege Akutami. Also. I don't own the gifs.

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Underneath the bright sunny day in the busy streets of Tokyo, you strolled along the sidewalk with a bag of groceries in hand. You hummed to yourself as you walked and enjoyed the warmth from the sun on your face. It was nice and refreshing after the chilly breeze that had greeted you.

‘What to cook for tonight’s dinner?‌’ You thought. ‘I hope today’s the day he’ll praise me for how delicious it is!’

Maybe something that would help cleanse his palate?‌ You did hear from his brother and his assistant the other day that he wasn’t eating well enough that he didn’t have his usual third bowl of rice.

A feminine loud voice shouted your name across the street, breaking from your thoughts before turning your head towards the direction. Your lips curled into a smile when you saw the owner of the voice.

It was none other than, Kugisaki Nobara, your best friend along with Zen'in Maki, another good friend of yours.

"Nobara!" you happily called her name, running towards her to give her a big hug. "It's been like what? Almost half a year have we not seen each other?"

How did you meet Kugisaki? Well, You don’t remember about the details, but according to Maki, who didn't drink, you were minding her own business in the bar with Maki when suddenly Kugisaki busted into the same establishment, challenging you to a drinking contest.

You, who wouldn't say no to a challenge, happily accepted it. Both of you drank until you two started swearing at each other like sailors and could make the devil blush. However, that exchange may have resulted in the bartender kicking you and Kugisaki out with Maki in tow.

The day after that event was the same day you found out you share the same English class with Kugisaki.

As for Maki? You two were acquaintances throughout middle school, she kept herself busy with the school’s kendo club while you’re part of the going home club, indulging yourself with tv shows and manga.

It wasn’t until the first year of high school that you two became friends when Yuta, her now boyfriend, asked for directions. You, who couldn’t say no, tried your best to remember which way it was. However, the moment you saw Maki in the hallway, you clung to her shamelessly, asking for her help.

"See, Maki?" Kugisaki smirked. "She likes me better than you."

"Whatever," Maki scoffed. "She’s not my pain in the ass anymore."

Alarmed by the latter's comment, You pulled away from Kugisaki, and faced Maki, grabbing both of her hands. "But, there's only one Maki I want to be friends with, and it’s right in front of me.“

You were confused at the sight of your friend’s red face, but you winced in pain when she pulled away from your grasp and pinch your cheeks hard.

“Ow!”

“Even after 10 years since you’ve two known each other, you’re so oblivious that you’re still making Maki blush.” Kugisaki commented, amused at the sight of you two.

Maki let go of your cheeks, gritting her teeth at Kugisaki. “Shut up!”‌

Before you could say anything else, loud growls emitted from you and your friends’ stomachs,causing you three to laugh, Kugisaki suggested that all three of you should go to a cafe for a quick afternoon snack at a trendy cafe near the train station.

Once you got your orders, you chose to brought up the question that was lingering in your mind.

“Anyways,”‌ You lightly stirred your ice coffee with a straw. “Did you two meet up without me?”

“Nope.” Maki glanced at Kugisaki before looking back at you. “I was looking for new clothes to wear, and I happened to run into her boutique.”

“She’s actually looking for a ring to propose to Yuta with.”

“Nobara!”

You gasped loud enough that you caught the attention of the other patrons. “Congratulations! Will Mai be the maid of honor?‌ Will I get to be part of the bridesmaid at least?”‌

“Anyways, enough about me!” Maki cut in, trying to change the subject as she eyed the bag of groceries next to you. “What about you? That’s quite a lot of food in your bag for someone who lives by herself.”

“Oh? Are you seeing someone?”‌ Kugisaki smiled coyly with her eyebrows raised.

Bashfully, you rubbed the back of your neck with a shy smile. “I’m currently seeing someone.”

Suddenly, you felt two pairs of eyes staring right through your soul, and you understood their reactions.

Throughout the years they’ve known you, there’s a certain phase in your life that you chose to dedicate yourself to admire fictional men, and you’re so far up in their two dimensional asses that they believed you opted for the single life.

Because of this, you’re unaware of the lingering gazes, or the special treatment from guys that Maki and Kugisaki had to constantly scold you for. Nevertheless, they still protected you if one of your admirers made an unwanted move on you.

Maki frowned. “Please tell me they’re real at least.”

Embarrassed, you shook your head quickly. “Of course, he is! I’m not delusional enough!”

“Right…” Kugisaki took a sip of her drink. “So, who’s the unfortunate individual who had to suffer your obliviousness for god knows how long?”

“Well, I’m sure you knew Itadori Yuji, right?”‌ You heard your friends ‘hm’ as their answer. “I’m currently dating his brother.”

The half-eaten cookie on Maki’s hand slipped from her grasp and fell on the table. Meanwhile, Kugisaki didn’t breathe for a good minute.

You waved your hand in front of their faces, checking if they’re still with you. It wasn’t until the sound of the shopkeeper’s bell echoed throughout the establishment that brought them back to reality

“You what?!”‌ Maki surprisingly asked.

"Are you sure you're dating the right twin?" Kugisaki asked, her brows knitted together with a frown on her face.

"Yeah?" You answered, unsure of what she meant. "Sukuna had the tattoos, while his brother doesn't have any. I didn’t know you knew him.“

“Know?‌” Kugisaki slammed her hands at the table. “He’s fucking infamous in our year back in college! He single-handedly made three professors quit in the same semester!”

“Don’t forget that he’s also the one who lit a car on fire that happened to belong to the dean of the business department after he received a verbal warning because of the said firing.” Maki added after drinking her smoothie mixed with protein powder.

“Really?‌” Your eyes widened. “I thought the police ruled it out as an accident.”

“It still is.“ Maki scratching her cheek, doubting if you’re being oblivious, dumb, or both. “But, C’mon, even someone like you could tell it’s him.”

Kugisaki let out an exasperated sigh. "What do you even see on that man?"

“Well…he’s protective for starters!” You replied. “The other day there was this co-worker who kept bugging me at work, asking for my number. When I told Sukuna about this, he told me the guy would stop the next day. And, the next thing I knew, my co-worker did stop, but I don’t understand why he would look so afraid of me, nor his mutterings with ‘I’m gonna get killed if I approach her’.”

“Did it ever occur to you…I don’t know, he threatened them?!”‌ Kugisaki exclaimed.

“I did,” You purse your lips together, trying to remember from that specific day. “But he told me it’s about the sending a message, Nobara.”‌

Somehow, Kugisaki felt mentally and physically exhausted from hearing that. She needed something sweet to keep her sane.

Out of nowhere, you and Maki watched your friend downed her strawberry milk tea as if she’s drinking water. However, she started coughing, and it seemed she forgot her drink had tapioca pearls in it.

You gave quick pats on her back, hoping it would help her. Eventually, she calmed down, and when you checked the time on your wristwatch, you quickly grabbed your groceries, and dashed towards the exit without giving the chance to explain your sudden departure.

After taking the train that’s jam packed full of people, you finally arrived at your shared apartment. Despite the hefty amount of money that your boyfriend makes, he chose to move in at your small cozy one bedroom apartment.

“I’m home.”‌ You announced as you took off your shoes.

“You are finally home, brat.”

“I unexpectedly met up with Nobara and Maki earlier.” You made your way to the kitchen before putting away your groceries into its proper place. “I thought you’d be home late today, Sukuna.”

Confused at your boyfriend’s lack of response, you carried on your current task on hand. It took a few minutes for you to finish it. After placing the milk into the fridge, you went to meet Sukuna in the living room, only for you to see his disappointed expression while sitting on the couch with an opened cookbook in hand.

“What’s with the frown on your face?” You tilted your head to the side. “Did I do something wrong?”

Sukuna’s furrowed brows became deeper. “I didn’t give you the permission to address me so casually, brat.”‌

Oh, right! That’s like the number one rule when you started dating him; address him with honorifics. You found it a bit weird at first when you started dating him 6 months ago. Although you didn’t mind about it now, at some point, you asked him if it’s a kink of his.

And, his reply was something that’s in character for someone like him.

If glares could kill, you would have been killed on the spot by Sukuna. “You’re really asking for me to bury you alive, huh?”

“Sorry!”‌ You scratched your head. “I forgot about that, Sukuna-sama.”

“Try again.” Sukuna crossed his arms. “But, this time, apologize on your knees.”

Without hesitation, you followed what he said exactly; you’re on your knees and you have to look up to maintain eye contact with him. “I’m sorry for addressing you so informally, Sukuna-sama.”

Seeing the satisfied smirk on his face and nodding at your apology, you got up from the wooden floor.

“You’re a bit later than usual.” Sukuna glanced at the clock before meeting your gaze once again. “Did something come up?”

A small chuckle slipped past your lips, earning a judging look from your boyfriend. It’s rare that Sukuna openly showed his concern for you, and once he did, it never failed to warm your heart.

“What’s so funny about what I said, brat?” He asked defensively.

But knowing him, if you told the truth, it would earn you a flick to your forehead.

“It’s nothing.” You waved your hand dismissively.

#jjk sukuna #jjk fanfic #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #sukuna fanfic

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Careless Whisper Intensifies (pt.2)

Summary: A new ring to show off A maze to play hide and seek Lastly, a moment of Gojo's jealousy to give them answers they didn't know they need. A/n: Correct me if the French is wrong, because I just google translate it. Usually this chapter is uploaded the same hour as the one in AO3, but Tumblr is drunk to let me save the draft before I edit it.

Tag(s): Gojo being Gojo, Fluff turn up to the max, a dash of angst on the side (think of it as the sprinkles/powder on the cupcake made of Fluff), Jealousy, YEARNING?

Also, I would like to give special thanks to zark or xerox-candybar for beta-reading this chapter.

Word Count: 5.9k

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Disclaimer: I don't own Jujutsu Kaisen as it belong to Gege Akutami. Also. I don't own the gifs.

*Bold letters meaning they’re talking in English *manju - Japanese confectionery that's filled with red adzuki beans. *De t'avoir - 'to have you' in French

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In the afternoon of their 3rd day of their honeymoon, the couple chose to dine at some fancy French restaurant, De t’avoir, near their hotel after they strolled along the busy streets of the city’s shopping district.

Gojo had to pull some strings (like he always does) to secure a table without the need for reservations. Shion thanked him silently because her feet were starting to cramp. She’s not used to wearing high heels longer than an hour.

The host seated them near a window which afforded the best views of the city. Shion took note of the employee’s sudden enthusiasm, as if he had been expecting them.

Maybe they did have a reservation, but forgot about it?

The moment they were given a menu, Shion buried her nose in it, thinking which food sounded delicious based on the description. Meanwhile, Gojo didn’t spare a glance at his menu and kept looking back and forth at Shion and at his pocket.

Sensing her husband’s gaze on her, Shion put down the leather-bounded menu on the table.

“Something on your mind, Satoru?”

Her words caught Gojo by surprise as he hadn’t expected her to address him directly. He smiled sheepishly which aroused a small suspicion in Shion.

“I-It’s” Gojo stuttered before clearing his throat. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Shion looked at her husband in a skeptical manner. There shouldn’t be anything for him to be nervous about. They’re just in a nice restaurant with some nice classical music in the background.

If she’s not mistaken, the pianist was playing Nocturnes, Op.9: No.2. She constantly heard this piece whenever a fleeting yet romantic scene happened in the tv shows she watched. But there were also times this song was played to match the character’s melancholic mood.

Unless…

Shion couldn’t help but to observe her surroundings, taking note of every single detail. She needed to check to prove the sudden uneasiness in her stomach wasn’t just in her imagination.

Fancy Restaurant? Check Totally intimate atmosphere? Check Gojo’s unusual nervousness? Check

With these facts in mind, suddenly, Shion became more aware of her surroundings. She could feel her eyes going wide, her heart rate accelerating, and her body temperature rising.

There’s no way this idiot of hers on papers would do it here and right now! And in public?!

From Gojo’s pocket, he produced a small black velvet box and presented it to her. Inside of the box was a platinum ring. A simple yet intricate design with a small blue diamond cut gem nestled in the middle of the metallic band. Its color and shine reminded her greatly of her husband’s signature blue eyes.

"Will you marry me, darling?" Gojo asked.

Gasps and loud cheering erupted throughout the restaurant. Shion rubbed the nape of her neck, embarrassed.

Eventually, the spectators became silent, anticipating Shion’s answer. Meanwhile, the woman in question had an internal debate on what to do in this situation.

Scenario A: She would clear up the misunderstanding by telling everyone they’re already married to each other, luckily, and not other people. Although this was the truth, it would cause a very awkward situation.

Scenario B: Play along.

To save everyone the embarrassment, Shion had to choose the latter option. She and he would have a very nice discussion after lunch.

“Y-Yes!” Shion clasped her hands together. “I’ll marry you!”

“Did you really have to do that?!” Shion elbowed Gojo in his ribs.

“C’mon, don’t be such a sourpuss.” Gojo rubbed his left side, numbing the pain. “Thanks to my heartfelt proposal, we managed to get a free meal from the restaurant’s owner.”

“A meal that we can easily afford!”

“And?” Gojo pouted. “Where’s the fun in that ?”

No words of rebuttal were heard from Shion, making Gojo internally cheer at this small victory.

“Well, did you like the ring?” He asked.

Jewelry wasn't her thing. Yes, it’s beautiful, but after rejecting many similar gifts from that Naoya Zen’in annoying cockroach, it became a nuisance to her. She had to constantly worry about losing it. Then, she actually did lose her wedding ring only two months into their marriage.

Shion remembered the spurn she earned from her mother-in-law when the topic of the wedding ring came up. Apparently, that piece of jewelry was a family heirloom. Shion could see the latter’s gaze hardened with disdain. Every word she spewed from her mouth made her daughter-in-law feel she’d been dragged through mud.

At first, Shion tried to establish a good relationship with her husband’s family before they got married. Yet, it proved to be pointless when she found out that no matter how good her intentions were, they would still treat her as an outsider, and she couldn’t find in her heart to despise them.

She knew from firsthand experience: it’s tiring to keep on living with hate as the fuel, after all.

However, when Gojo confessed he had lost his wedding ring as well, she found a small sense of relief in his words–although it was accompanied by a chunk of guilt.

Shion studied the platinum ring around her finger. “How did you know my size?”

“Well…” Her husband took hold of her hand, winking at her. “I’ve held your hand enough times to tell.”

Gojo expected his wife to become a flustered mess, but she blinked and nodded. Aw, did he mess up the timing? Or was the mood not suitable? He swore what he said was a surefire way to get his desired results.

“One thing,” Shion pulled her hand away from his grasp. “Did you put some of your cursed energy in this ring?”

“Bingo!” Gojo gave her a thumbs up. “You can think of it as my personal G.P.S if I can’t contact you with my phone.”

Completely ignoring the last part, Shion eyed Gojo's ring finger. “Then where’s yours?”

“I lost mine on a mission,” Gojo raised his hand to show his ringless finger. “Remember?”

Gojo expected Shion to be nonchalant and move on to their next destination. Instead, his wife grabbed his hand and dragged him along down the road, searching for the nearest jewelry shop.

Eventually, they came across a small quaint shop, but the moment they stepped in, it felt like being inside a museum.

The inside was filled with beautiful pieces of jewelry ranging from antique to modern. They were all carefully arranged behind glass on tables that looked like they each cost more than an annual salary of a 1st Grade Sorcerer.

Not soon after, the shop owner and his employee greeted them. Shion responded as she looked around with her husband following next to her.

Meanwhile, Gojo watched his wife, unknowingly with a small grin on his face. As much as he appreciated the gesture, Shion didn’t have to get him a ring.

It’s just a ring. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s just a piece of jewelry to remind him that he’s married to an oblivious woman named Shion Ito.

Yet, she looked so cute right now. She’s so focused on such a mundane thing with her brows furrowed and her lips in a thin line. Every now and then, she would hum while browsing through the collection.

“As for the size…” Shion mumbled, turning to her husband with her hand reaching out to him. “Your hand, Satoru.”

Gojo grinned at her, and took hold of it. In his head, he pondered over what he should say to his wife to elicit a flustered reaction from her. He imagined that her expression became shy and soft, accompanied with a blush.

Last but not least, it wouldn’t be a flustered Shion if she didn’t taunt him back. Idiot, she would say while pouting.

But, the words forming in his head disappeared when Shion shifted her hold with her dainty fingers intertwined with his. Her soft skin made Gojo feel like it was burning him, and he hated the fact that a simple gesture like this would send his heart racing. He hated how quickly his cheeks were turning red and how much he wanted to pull her hand towards his lips.

It didn’t help that he had no clue what he was supposed to do now. How could he?! It’s fucking rare for his wife to be the one intiating things.

Was he supposed to say something cheeky? Insulting?

Meanwhile, Shion, oblivious to her husband’s internal conflict, let go of his hand and turned her attention towards the shop owner. Somehow, he and the other employee were fully invested in something in her direction. She took a quick glance behind her, but there was nothing special happening aside from a lone customer by the necklace section.

That customer looked familiar. Maybe the lighting was playing tricks on Shion, but she felt like she had seen them before. In that angle, didn’t they look the-

“Miss?” The owner called to her, causing Shion to pay attention to him.

“Can I have this ring?” Her finger tapped against a poster taped underneath the glass pane. “On this size please.”

“Sure, but you’ll have to come back tomorrow for it.” The old man adjusted his glasses, looking at Shion’s hand. “And as for the size, isn’t that too big for you, miss?”

Shion shook her head before she gestured at Gojo. “It’s for my husband.”

The woman raised her brow in curiosity when the owner let out a hearty chuckle. Did she say something funny? Shion turned to her side, and found Gojo scrolling through his phone. He seemed alright and everything, but the tips of his ears had turned a reddish hue.

“Are you okay?”

The reply she got from him was a simple ‘hm’, and it made Shion worried. Usually, he had a witty response to her concern. Was he perhaps feeling under the weather? If this continued, she would consider getting some cooling patches for him.

Racking her brain for answers, Shion missed the owner’s remark as he made his way to his workshop while the employee, his grandson, directed the couple to finalize their payment.

“Ohohoho,” the elderly man grinned. “To be young and in love.”

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On their fifth day of the honeymoon trip, the couple went to a sunflower farm, much to Shion’s surprise. Dread filled her when she found out that her husband wanted to visit the farm’s sunflower maze. She couldn’t say no to Gojo. Hopefully, this idiot wouldn’t make another proposal in front of more people.

A myriad of tall sunflowers surrounded the couple as they wandered through the maze. Shion admired the beautiful flowers as she contemplated if she should buy some, and then use the flowers to make bookmarks for the Fushiguro siblings.

Gojo would have enjoyed the scenery as well, if it weren’t for the fact that he had been crafting a plan in his head.

The true purpose of this trip to the farm was the maze itself. He knew how much his wife loathed mazes due to her sense of direction. Yet, he had a very good reason for this visit. She would get annoyed once she learned why, but a nice meal should immediately put him in her good graces.

His reason was to protect her from an assassination attempt.

Ever since their special lunch at De t'avoir, Gojo had a feeling that someone had been tailing them. And if he had to guess the target, it would most likely be his wife–those old sacks of bones really hated Shion.

He really wanted to know where the higher-ups got the audacity to put a hit on his wife when they’re on their honeymoon.

Now, how could he convince his wife to split ways without making him too suspicious? The assassin he sensed was in the eastern direction.

“Wanna see who comes out of the maze first?” Gojo suggested.

“No,” Shion crossed her arms. “I already know who the winner would be.”

“Do your best, and…” Gojo rubbed his chin before snapping his fingers. “I’ll buy you a couple boxes of *manjū you like from Hiroshima.”

As if he flipped a switch, Shion dashed towards the left path with a newfound determination to beat her husband. And here he thought that he had the biggest sweet tooth.

Without further ado, Gojo took the opposite path, and by the end of it, he stumbled upon a spacious area of the maze. This must be the ‘heart’ of the maze that the farm advertised in their brochure. In the middle of it, there was a big white wooden gazebo, and the entire area looked peaceful and serene. It was beautiful. If it weren’t for someone trying to kill them, he could have napped with Shion.

“Oi,” Gojo stopped in his tracks. “You better come out while I’m still feeling merciful.”

Minutes had passed and his threat was met with silence. Gojo turned around, and no one was there.

“This is fucking great.” He shook his head, displeased with the situation at hand.

However, the moment the wind blew the sunflowers eastward, Gojo pinned down his attacker, pressing his foot on the latter’s back and twisting the man’s arm behind him. One good look at the assassin’s face, and Gojo immediately recognized him as the fucking host from De t’avoir.

This was why he couldn’t have nice things in life.

“Looks like I caught a dirty rat.” Gojo dug his foot deeper directly at the man’s spine, resisting the urge to kill him on the spot. “Which baldy old fart sent you to kill my wife?”

Gojo furrowed his brows when the ‘assassin’ let out a dark chuckle.

“You…are wrong…Gojo Satoru,” The man coughed, struggling to breathe under the weight of Gojo’s foot. “You…are our target...not Shion Gojo... I was…sent..alone…in case…I have to fight the…deadliest Sorcerer.”

‘Our’ target ? That couldn’t be right. From the third day of their trip up until now, Gojo had only sensed one person’s cursed energy–cursed energy which he could now confirm was coming from the man underneath his foot.

Fuck!

This honeymoon trip had distracted him, and he had forgotten some simple-yet-crucial information: a trained sorcerer should be able to hide their cursed energy well enough to pass as a normal civilian.

After knocking out the assailant, Gojo rubbed the nape of his neck, considering his next course of action. Knowing his wife’s forgetfulness, he wouldn’t be able to contact her through her phone–if she even remembered to bring it at all.

Gojo could easily locate her through her cursed energy, but that would be a last resort.

He remembered the first time he sensed Shion’s cursed energy, faint yet dangerous, as if she had to restrain it. Probably for the good of everyone around her, but that didn’t stop his curiosity.

Yet, in the aftermath of Shion’s mission four years ago, her energy had changed so drastically that even he, Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer–couldn’t stand it. Her cursed energy reeked of death whenever she used it.

But fear not! For he had prepared to locate his missing wife with the ring he’d given her. He’s proud of the solution he came up with.

The ring he’d given to his wife wasn’t ordinary. It was his old wedding ring, from when they first got married.

Before his honeymoon, Gojo had the ring remade into a new piece, fitted correctly to his wife’s size. He was a bit worried that the jeweler wouldn’t complete the request on time, given how complex his order was, and because he rejected multiple drafts of the ring’s design. Although Gojo got the finished product the day before they left, he wouldn’t be surprised if the jeweler lost their sanity as a result.

Gojo did tell Shion that he had lost his ring, but that was a white lie to spare her anxiety and frustration. Back then, he’s aware how much he neglected her, but chose not to do anything about it until Shion broke down in tears as she held onto him.

Guilt gnawed at the back of his mind, but he forced himself to deal with the emotions that followed. The pain of remorse was his punishment for leaving his wife all alone, when she needed someone to lean on and hold.

He should know that the moment they exchanged their vows under the sunny spring, they both became the constant in each other’s lives.

Now that Gojo thought about it, he realized he had never apologized to Shion for his negligence. Alright, once he dealt with the assassin, he would find a perfect spot, set the mood, and say sorry.

However, when Gojo arrived at the location, he only saw a silver ring on the ground. His face scrunched at the metallic scent in the scene. Yet, there’s no Shion here.

Immediately, a hypothesis invaded his mind and sent him into near panic.

What if… an irregularity like Fushiguro Toji got to his wife?

Immediately, Gojo took off his shades, and his knees almost buckled at the immense pressure he felt from the northern direction of the maze. Yep, that’s her cursed energy alright. She’s the only person in his life who could make him kneel.

After Gojo shook his head, he closed his eyes, and focused on his cursed energy to teleport. When he opened them, a familiar figure came to his line of sight.

“Shion!”

Immediately, he threw himself towards her, trying to embrace her from behind.

But Gojo underestimated his momentum, and his wife’s capability to withstand it. He ended up crushing Shion underneath him.

Shion fell on the dirt face first, only to be buried further by the weight from her husband. For the first time in her life, she got a taste of dirt—sour and earthy. She hoped a full cup or two of mouthwash would help her erase the memory of it.

Hastily, Gojo got off from Shion and helped her get up from the ground as she started to spit on the ground. He scanned his wife from top to bottom, looking for any signs of injuries. Her white sundress was now stained with dirt and grass.

“Are you okay?” Gojo asked. “Did they hurt you?”

‘They’? Oh, so Gojo’s aware that they were being followed by a group of people with a killing intent. There’s really nothing that gets past this guy. And, here she thought she could handle this manner quickly and quietly.

Out of nowhere, Gojo cupped her left cheek, and Shion almost startled at his touch. She felt something wet against her cheek as her husband brushed it with his thumb.

Gojo’s expression hardened, and Shion lightly dabbed her fingers on the same cheek. Her eyes widened at the sight of her fingertips were stained with red.

“T-that’s not my blood!” Shion exclaimed. “It’s from the assassins!”

Once Shion saw her husband’s shoulders relax, she was able to breathe easily. Whenever she got hurt, Gojo became a stubborn and unreasonable man. If she didn’t try to stop him, he would have deviated from his plan a long time ago because he killed the higher-ups.

“Did they also steal your shoes?” Gojo joked as an attempt to change the mood of the conversation.

“I improvised,” Shion shrugged. “Since I didn’t have a weapon, I had to disarm one of them with my shoe before I could stab them with their own knife. As a warning.”

Although Shion was free of injuries, Gojo couldn’t help but be frustrated. He tried to keep a straight face about it so as not to give his wife any more trouble. Unfortunately for him, Shion noticed his mood and frowned.

“I’m sorry,” Shion played with her fingers. “If I hadn’t married you, this wouldn’t have happened.”

What was she saying? Gojo didn’t even give her the choice to say no.

The day after Shion had received her death sentence was the day she found out that she’s betrothed to Gojo. She hadn’t fully processed the information until the next morning, when Tsukumo filled her in. Watanabe had accidentally injected Shion with so much sedative that she was not aware of the chaos that ensued from Gojo’s announcement.

At that time, she never had the intention to fight back, or to plead for her life. Instead, she accepted Death with open arms, never taking into consideration what would happen after.

Gojo sensed the immediate silence from Shion. Within three years of marriage, he could read her like an open book with the expressions and body language she made.

“This is the second time you’ve apologized for something that’s out of your control.” Gojo sighed. “Even if I don’t marry you, assassination attempts like this happen like once in a while, depending on which higher-up I piss off.”

“I don’t want to bother you.” Shion rubbed her arm. “You already have a lot on your plate to begin with. Anything that concerns me, my problems, or the consequences of my actions shouldn't be added to it.”

If it weren't for Gojo’s shades, Shion would see her husband’s eyes widen in surprise and amusement. With the exception of those who he considered close, it was rare for someone to be considerate towards him, let alone sincere–he had lost count of the many times someone pretended to be concerned for him in exchange for a favor. He had lived long enough to differentiate between who was being sincere and being a clown. It’s a skill he had to pick up as he grew older, because his life was already complicated to begin with.

“You know, I wish you would rely on me more often, Shion.” Gojo carefully took her hands into his with his gaze fixed on it. “I’m not omniscient–I don’t always know what your thoughts are or where you are in this world. And nothing eases my mind until I’m sure you’re safe and sound.”

He didn’t know if he was saying these words to alleviate Shion’s worries, or to voice his frustration at Shion’s lack of trust.

“That’s why, rely on me more often.” Gojo locked his gaze on Shion. “I don’t like to watch you suffer in silence, just because you think it’s the considerate thing to do.”

“Why?” Shion raised her brows.

“That’s a pretty obvious answer, Shion.” Gojo chuckled. “It’s because we’re husband and wife.”

Saying those words, it somehow felt right to Gojo.

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As much as the married couple wanted their vacation to last a little longer, their honeymoon ended in a week. They deserved at least two months of relaxation, but they should be grateful that they were given at least a little time off. Next time, Gojo wouldn’t hold back–he’d pull out the big guns and negotiate a few weeks of time off, if they chose to go on vacation again.

When they returned home, one would expect they would sleep throughout the whole night. Instead, Shion craved a late night snack, and she tried her best not to wake up Gojo. Unfortunately, she did and had no choice but to bring him along. She wouldn’t want to wake the kids from their bedtime with Gojo’s protests.

After a quick trip to the convenience store, Gojo and Shion chose to linger at the terrace behind their house. The cool breeze tickled against their skin, and watched the stars glimmering above them. The wind chimes serenaded them with a gentle song as they savored their beverages.

Yet, Shion chose to break the silence with an observation of her own.

“Oh, it’s Polaris,” Shion said.

“You can find the North Star that easily?” Gojo questioned.

“It’s not that hard to look for,” Shion pointed at the cluster of stars in the night sky. “See, if you connect those stars, it’ll look like kitchen pots with long crooked handles, but one of them is smaller and the other is bigger. Polaris is in the smaller one, at the end of the handle.”

“And what are the names of those kitchen pots?” Gojo asked amusingly.

“Ursa Major, and Ursa Minor,“ Shion answered.

Shion watched her husband squinted at the scenery before them before his face lit up in realization.

“Oh, you’re right! When you put it that way, I can see them,” Gojo commented, enjoying his discovery. “Despite your funny description, they’re still pretty to look at!”

“Yeah, they’re truly beautiful to see.” Shion said.

Gojo shifted his gaze on the sky towards Shion, only for him to see her giving one of her rare smiles with a soft expression. A smile that he loved and hated at the same time.

"Thinking about me?" Gojo asked, deflecting the fact that his heart skipped a beat from Shion’s compliment.

"When have you ever assumed that I was not thinking of you?“

“But, you didn’t deny it.” Gojo retorted.

A small chuckle came from Shion’s lips, accompanied by a roll of her eyes.

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

She had been thinking about what her marriage was like when it first started versus now. She couldn’t imagine her having nightly talks with a man who treated her like a stain. Someone who he had to tolerate until he chose to separate ways, not caring about her thoughts in the manner.

Within a span of three years, she understood a man named Gojo Satoru and his way of life. Not as the strongest sorcerer who held two strong techniques, or the head of one of the influential sorcery families, but instead, she learned about the lonely individual underneath that annoying facade. Something that he wouldn’t admit outright. Shion wouldn’t pretend that she knew what kind of solitude that her husband faced. But, the idea of being averse to sharing problems was something she was familiar with.

Gojo wanted her to rely on him more often, but how could she? When he himself wouldn't share his loneliness with her because he felt so unreachable? She understood his position, but it didn’t mean that he had to shoulder all of that burden.

Now that she thinked about it, Gojo was similar to Polaris.

Alone, out of everyone’s reach, but still shining so brilliantly in the middle of the coldest, darkest and most unforgiving nights, a beacon for those who have lost hope. In their line of work, the price of a new dawn to come was heavy and steep with constant partings.

But, it didn’t stop her from wanting to reach for him. She knew it’s impossible for her to rise to heaven’s solitude, but she would never know unless she tried.

If she failed, then let her become his north star for he deserved happiness as much as everyone.

“Shion?”

“Huh?” Shion jolted slightly. “Sorry, I was thinking of something else.”

“Still thinking of your hubby’s handsome face?” Gojo smirked.

“And, I’m gonna deny it this time.” Shion replied in a deadpan tone. “So, what were you saying?”

Gojo tapped his fingers against the coffee cup of his hot chocolate. “Have you kissed someone else before me?”

That’s quite the unexpected question.

“Kiss?” Shion repeated, genuinely confused as to why Gojo would ask this particular question.

“Yep!” Gojo nodded enthusiastically. “It’s when two people’s lips-”

“I know what a kiss means, Satoru.” Shion interrupted him before taking a sip of her milk from the carton. “I’m not a child.”

“Yet, you didn’t see the problem wearing Mei Mei’s gift to the beach,” Gojo mumbled, shaking his head as he eyed Shion’s raised brows. “Anyways, I bet no one kissed you before I did on our wedding day.”

And, he’s damn proud of it. Secretly.

"Well…if you're talking about if I'm the one who initiated the kiss, then, you’re right." Shion tilted her head to the side. "But, if someone did it first, then, you’re the second guy."

Now, this truly got Gojo’s full attention, causing him to put his hot beverage aside. Who would have thought that someone kissed his lovely wife before him? Unexpectedly, the thought sent his blood boiling.

“Who?” He asked.

Shion furrowed her brows. Why did it feel like she’s being interrogated, right now?

"I believe it's none of your business who kissed me."

"Was it Nanamin? Haibara?" Gojo gasped. "Don’t tell me, it’s the Zen’in brat?”

Shion made a face when he mentioned Naoya. How could he forget his wife’s annoyance towards that guy? It’s evident with the way she slapped him as she tried to give him CPR once.

If it’s not one of those three he mentioned, who else could have kissed Shion?

Unless…there’s a good chance it might be him …

“Was it Suguru?”

Gojo was thankful he was wearing his shades to cover the shock in his eyes. Shion’s expression bloomed instantly into a lovely shade of red. She immediately averted her gaze as she cradled her right hand with her other.

Immediately, a familiar yet disgusting feeling swelled in his chest.

Without a word, Gojo carefully cupped his wife’s cheeks, making her look at him with flustered cheeks and her red lips slightly apart. The distance between their faces became zero with his lips pressed against hers. He resisted the urge to smirk in their kiss when he heard a small gasp from his wife, prompting him to deepen it.

Gojo almost regretted kissing Shion—he could never imagine she’d be so addicting. The hot chocolate he had before against her cold lips from the milk she drank didn’t help. It made him crave more, more of it.

He didn’t care if he came off as greedy. His wife was too dumb to notice anyway. He needed something, or anything to dispel this jealousy. A feeling that he thought was buried, only for it to resurface once again.

Eventually, the kiss came to a stop. His heart still beat fast from the contact, but it eased after he pressed his forehead against hers for a minute.

“Well, am I a better kisser than him?"

He saw the gears turning behind Shion's eyes as she looked down at her hands again before meeting his gaze once more. “I-I don’t know…G-Geto never kissed me there, only my hand and head.”

On the outside, Gojo looked calm while wearing his signature smirk. However, inside, he’s screaming, trying to process the fact he kissed her.

“Why did you kiss me?” Shion asked.

‘I was jealous.’ Gojo thought.

He wouldn't admit it out loud, as that would be the same as a love confession. Why else would he feel envy, especially for something that happened so long ago?

Another little white lie wouldn’t hurt, right? Who knows? Maybe this lie would turn into the truth.

“I kissed you to prove there’s nothing going on between us,” Gojo answered. “Kissing isn’t much of a big deal if you think about it.”

“Then…what’s the answer you got?”

“I can’t tell yet, because one kiss isn’t enough,” Gojo responded with a genuine yet cheeky smile. “Can I kiss you again?”

It’s hard to deny the possibility that romance may have bloomed between two individuals. However, their relationship was already weird to begin with. They had skipped so many steps that saying they’re friends to someone was questionable, given how Gojo acted

Based on the romance media Shion usually indulged herself in, marriage out of pure convenience tended to end on one of two notes: either they learned to love one another, or they parted ways in an amicable manner. She hadn’t encountered yet where the relationship ended with both people screaming at each other because the characters grew more mature and learned from their mistakes to properly communicate.

Who knows, maybe she would witness it first hand if Gojo kept acting the way he was back in their first year of marriage.

Thinking about the opposite end of the romance novel spectrum--with couples dying of grief, unable to live without each other--was something that Shion couldn't imagine happening between them, either.

The idea of Gojo mourning for her death seemed plausible but letting the grief from it control him? That's unlikely to happen. He had too much on his plate with his role as the very pillar of the Jujutsu Society. If anything, she thinks her death wouldn’t leave much of an impact on Gojo’s life.

But if she kissed him to dispel the doubts he had, she would gladly do it so. Yet, she couldn't comprehend the small pang in her chest when she came to this conclusion.

"Alright," Shion stepped towards him, closing the distance between them. "Kiss me again, Satoru"

Shion watched Gojo’s eyes widened slightly, but he nodded nonetheless. His free hand reached over, cupping the sides of her face gently again, before lowering himself closer to hers, until their noses were brushing against each other. Her eyes fluttered closed, and his lips soon pressed against hers.

Was it just her, or had this kiss become sweeter than before?

The kiss itself wasn’t overly sensual. In short, it lacked all the romantic elements that she expected. Yet, she still felt some sort of warmth blooming from the bottom of her stomach to the top of her head. And maybe even more than that, her heart beat faster and the feeling of possessiveness from Gojo wasn’t there at all. Instead, it was replaced with gentleness, and a hint of hesitation–just like she remembered back on their wedding.

However, their kiss ended a bit too quickly for her own liking when Gojo broke away suddenly. She unexpectedly felt a sense of disappointment, which confused her greatly. Was she supposed to feel a little bit of disappointment?

"Well?"

Gojo leaned further, almost until their lips were brushing against one another.

“Third time's a charm right?”

The mischievous tone in Gojo’s voice sent Shion spiraling as her curious expression became flustered. Of course–how the fuck she could forget that her husband is a troublemaker?!

“N-No!” Shion covered his mouth with both of her hands before pushing him away from her face. “I-I’m already embarrassed that we're doing it outdoors"

"So, if it's in our bedroom, can I have more?" Gojo chuckled as his wife slapped his arms with her cheeks puffed up.

How could she be any cuter than now?

“But, Shion~” Gojo cooed.

“Weren’t you trying to get rid of any romantic ideas about our marriage?” Her voice rose with embarrassment.

"Alright, alright," Gojo huffed a laugh, grabbing the coffee cup beside him. "Why don’t you get to bed? You have a mission lined up tomorrow morning."

Unbeknownst to Shion, as soon as she was out of sight, Gojo reached for his lips and a single thought formed in his head.

She tasted so sweet…

Immediately, his hand shifted to cover his mouth with his cheeks and tips of his ears exploding into multiple shades of crimson.

EXTRA

“How’s the trip?” Nanami unwrapped his store-bought sandwich. “It’s been a week hasn’t it?”

“It’s fun and relaxing.” Shion’s shoulders slumped. “I feel a bit bad that I didn’t get to wear Mei-san’s gift to the beach.”

“Why?” Nanami asked, watching Shion grab her phone in her pocket.

Shion scrolled through it before handing her phone to Nanami. “Satoru didn’t let me wear it. Honestly, I don’t see anything wrong with it. What do you think?”

Nanami took a bite of his sandwich before his eyes landed on Shion’s phone. Upon seeing her almost scantily clad ‘swimsuit’, he choked on his food as he coughed into his hand with his cheeks becoming red.

Well, shit. All hell would break loose if Gojo caught wind of the current situation.

“I need a drink.” Nanami grumbled.

“It’s a bit early?”

Ignoring his friend’s stupidity ignorance, Nanami grabbed a bottle of shochu from his cabinet, and poured a glass for himself. Usually, he took his time to drink this as it could be very heavy for someone like him, but he needed something strong now to keep himself from going insane.

Nanami chugged down the whole glass before pointing at his friend. “Don’t give Gojo even the slightest idea that you’ve shown me that picture, Shion.”

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Things that I like to share while writing this:

-The restaurant scene was supposed to be like a normal intimate talk, but then I remember how chaotic Gojo can and whill get. Thus, the proposal scene came in.

-At 12 am, I blasted Enchanted by Taylor Swift and Polaris by Aimer in my headphones while I was writing the night scene. Let me tell ya, it was a good of a roller coaster. 10/10 would do it again.

-The Geto bit before they kiss wasn't actually there in the first place until xerox-candybar (Who done an incredible job as always) brought up the fact that Geto kissed Shion twice. Immediately, I laugh maniacally while working from home as "I hear a symphony" by Cody Fry was playing in the background.

The extra scene was supposed to between Mei mei and Shion, but I chose Nanami. NGL, I was tempted to write a reader-insert for him, but I love and respect this man so much that I can't read or write romantically about him. HE JUST RADIATED STABILITY LIKE-

ANYWAYS, that's all from me. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and if you did, Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I'll see you guys whenever the next chapter is up.

#gojo fluff #gojo x oc #gojo x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk oc

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That one saxophone solo (pt.1)

Summary: Shion and Gojo finally went to their honeymoon. Fluff and tensions ensues.

Warning(s): Suggestive themes

Timeline: Gojo: 23 Shion: 22

A/n: Sup! I'm back and this chapter was supposed to be longer but i split into two parts because it's getting too much. I had a lot fun and struggles in writing this chapter especially that's it's a fluff based chapter. I tried different for this chapter's header with aesthetic, but I'm not sure if i pulled it off (^_^;).

Word Count: 5.1k Special thanks to @xerox-candybar for beta reading this chapter.

Also, credits to _melonchip at IG for taking my commission and drew this emotional constipated idiots.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jujutsu Kaisen as it belong to Gege Akutami.

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On a rare and peaceful day off, Shion enjoyed the silence with a book in one hand, running the other through her husband’s snow-colored hair. It’s been almost two hours since Gojo fell asleep on her lap. At first, his head was on her shoulder, and Shion worried about potential future back problems. Instead, she offered him her lap to nap on.

She took note of Gojo snuggling into her lap as if it were a pillow. Thanks to his hair, it tickled her.

At some point, Shion’s eyes lost focus on her book, and drifted towards Gojo’s sleeping face. Her hand moved slightly, allowing her to get a clear view of his features. Gently putting her book away, she brushed a few strands of his hair away from his cheek.

Shion admitted that Gojo was a very handsome guy. If it weren’t for the whole Jujutsu business, she could clearly see him as a very popular actor and model. And she had a feeling that he would have the Midas’ touch, if he chose to dwell in business–that is if he kept his mouth shut, and played the role of a serious cool guy. Then again, he wouldn’t be the Gojo Satoru she knew. She hated to admit it, but being an annoying piece of shit was one of Gojo’s endearing charms.

Despite his loudness and eccentricness, sometimes she woke up to his sleeping face, and she always found herself staring at him for a few minutes before getting ready for the day. She liked how peaceful he looked as it soothes her nerves.

She wondered what kind of dreams he had whenever she saw a small smile on his face. Was it his dream of revolutionizing the current system finally came to life?‌ Or relieving a happy memory from his past?‌

Shion’s observations came to a stop as her husband roused himself from his slumber.

“How’s the nap, dumbass?”‌

“Nice,” Gojo answered groggily as he rubbed his cheek against her bare thighs. “I have the best pillow to nap on after all.”

Shion felt her cheeks burn with anger. Did her husband really just wake up and immediately provoke violence, even though he’s within striking distance of her fist?

“By the way,” Gojo shifted his position, sensing his wife would explode out of embarrassment. “Have we had our honeymoon yet?”

Shion shook her head.

“Let’s go on one!”

Right after their wedding back in 2009, the married couple couldn’t afford to make plans for their honeymoon trip. They were simply too busy with the duties that came along with their positions, and the assigned missions from the college. Gojo–occupied with his teaching responsibilities and his transition to clan head—barely had time for himself. Because of this, he left the responsibility of the Fushiguro siblings to his already overwhelmed wife.

Shion closed her book, placing it on the couch. “Where do you want to go?”

“It’s up to you, Shion.” Gojo stretched his arms upward before standing up from the couch. “After all, our honeymoon is your wedding present to me!”

“Wait what?!” Shion exclaimed. “I didn’t agree to do the planning and-”

“Oh look at that time,” Gojo took a quick glance at his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. “I have a date with a cursed spirit! And you know how cranky they can get when I’m late!”

“Satoru!”

After Gojo quickly waved at Shion, he winked, and then disappeared to his destination.

“And, there he goes…Wait…isn’t today his day off?”

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Later in the evening, a certain blonde salaryman entered his apartment. For once, his boss was feeling generous enough to let him go home early after 3 days of working overtime. Why couldn’t that idiot do his own fucking financial reports for once?! Why does he have to make Nanami do his work?

Nanami was so ready to relax on his couch, drink some beer and catch up on his reading. Instead, he found Shion had showed up unannounced and invaded his living room. Stacks of opened magazines covered his coffee table and countless sticky notes plastered the back of her laptop.

How did she even get access to his place? Oh right–he had given her a key to his place two years ago, after he had rescued her from a bar after a night of heavy drinking.

It was the first time they’d spoken after Haibara’s death.

“Kento...I’ll support whatever decisions you have, whether it be leaving that cursed world or pretending all of that is not real but, please…”

Shion clenched tightly onto the hem of his shirt as she sobbed. “Don’t forget…I exist...”

His home acted as a temporary sanctuary for Shion. It didn’t solve her marital problems–Gojo’s neglect, their lack of communication–but it did help her climb out of a dangerous headspace.

Nanami remembered how vulnerable Shion looked when she woke up. Her hair was a mess, all over the place. He could see the never-ending sorrow in her eyes, eyes that once gleamed with such lustrous golden color. The familiar shame and guilt he’d seen years ago resurfaced on her face again.

Nanami felt partially responsible for what she had become.

Instead of helping her, he ran–no, scratch that–he abandoned her in his pursuit of normalcy. No one could really blame him for what he did. The Jujutsu society was really fucked up, rotten to it’s core, and it had driven at least one sorcerer he knew to insanity.

Because of this, he wondered if Shion understood his decision to leave the cursed world, or if she had turned a blind eye towards his selfish act, hoping for a chance to rekindle their friendship.

All these thoughts ran through his head. He pushed them aside as he took off his blazer, setting it on the top of the chair.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh, welcome home, Kento.” Shion put her laptop aside and pulled a bottle of whiskey from her bag. “To compensate for the sudden visit.”

“I’m so close to asking for my key back, “ Nanami said, taking the bottle anyway.

Despite being a heavy drinker, Nanami wasn’t a raging alcoholic–unlike their mutual acquaintance. Did Shion really think he would be swayed so easily by intoxicating beverages?

Then again, only a fool would decline free drinks.

Nanami let out a tired sigh before loosening his necktie.

“Did you order take-out, at least?”

Shion nodded.

“Then be my guest.”

After taking a quick shower, Nanami slipped into his sleepwear and as he was changing, he heard his doorbell ring twice, indicating the food had arrived. He made his way to the living room with a towel draped on his neck. He felt lazy today to dry his hair with his hair dryer.

Seeing Nanami on his way, Shion poured a glass of whiskey for him as he took a seat across from her.

Nanami took a sip of his drink. “What made you come here?”

"A change of scenery.“‌ Shion answered without looking away from her laptop. ”It might help me decide where to go for my honeymoon trip with Satoru.“‌

Honeymoon? An unlikely scenario for those two–both of them are complete idiots when it comes to each other. A prideful idiot, and an oblivious idiot. He still hadn’t a clue when this pining between them would end. Honestly, it was amusing and tiring to watch them in the same room together.

In spite of everything, he preferred that than ever breathing in the same air as Naoya Zen’in–Shion had mistaken his marriage proposal as a declaration of rivalry. But that would be a tale for another time.

Nanami eyed at the messy stack of colorful travel magazines on his coffee table. “Shouldn’t you be planning this with Gojo, Shion?”

“Yep, and knowing him, he would dodge the topic like a mission from the higher-ups.” Shion put a whole tamago into her mouth. “Hash wark? Shame ash ushuyla? Shame shitty bawsh?”

“Eat first before you speak.” Nanami scolded. “And yes, the same as usual.”

The woman gulped down before releasing a contented sigh. “Well, if you need help in dealing with someone, let me know.” Shion gestured at her neck.

“I will if the only option isn’t murder.”

“So, you’re considering murder as one of the options then?” Shion tilted her head to the side, confused with her friend’s sudden frown. “What? I’m double checking with you before I commit anything. Oh, and that supervisor of yours, is he currently in a relationship? Because I saw him with different-”

“How am I still friends with you?”

“You’re a softie, that's why.”

Nanami rolled his eyes at Shion’s words.

“You’re more of a softie than me, Shion.” Nanami commented. “Remember in high school when there’s a mission at Nagoya-”

Shion’s eyes widened before she covered her ears. “N-Not another word please, Kento!”

Nanami was not very surprised to find that his supervisor was weirdly friendly with him at work the next day, and insisted on granting him a good amount of vacation days as a goodwill gesture. Nanami didn’t miss the fear in his eyes when they made eye contact.

Looks like he had Shion to thank and scold for this.

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After a week of preparation, the married couple finally went on their honeymoon. Thanks to Gojo’s ‘charms,’ they managed to each get a week off so that they could fully enjoy their well-deserved rest.

However, when they arrived at their hotel, an unexpected problem occurred.

“One single room for Mr. & Mrs. Gojo, right?”

One bed? And, here she thought she could get a break from sharing a bed with Gojo for once. She’s sure that she picked a double room for the both of them. Did they accidentally book the wrong one?‌

“Miss?”

“Ah…yes!” Shion looked startled as she clasped her hands together, and quickly spared a glance at Gojo. “One bedroom for me and my husband...of course, my husband….who is over there, at the koi pond…”

Unknown to her, Gojo was assessing if he could fit a smaller koi fishin his water bottle.

Shion awkwardly chuckled. The receptionist gave her a side eye before turning their attention to the computer. What’s with that reaction? Her English wasn’t that bad to begin with, was it? Thanks to her travels with Tsukumo, she could read and comprehend simple sentences, as well as hold a conversation.

Maybe it wasn’t so much how she sounded, but what she said–now that she thought about it, Shion may have come off as floozy, or worse– a married woman having an affair with another man.

She really needed to take a break from reading such romance trite novels.

All of her energy was spent from their travels (and the awkward conversation with the receptionist), and Shion wanted to dive to their bed and rest, but Gojo’s big mouth prevented her from doing so.

“You really want to sleep with me that much, huh?” Gojo smirked.

Shion glared at Gojo. So he did have something to do with their unexpected room change after all.

“What are you talking about?” Shion put down her luggage on the carpeted floor. “You act like this is our first time sharing a bed.”

She’s not wrong.

When they first got married, Gojo bought a house near the college, but also close to the Fushiguro sibling’s school. They had started to share a bed when the Fushiguros moved into their house. Since they’re growing children, Shion willingly gave up her bedroom and her personal office so that they could each have their own room. They could easily buy a larger house, but they had been so busy with work that they didn't have time to do more house hunting.

Sure, he could just have Shion move to his family’s estate with him, but trust didn’t exist in that place.

Despite his position as the head of the Gojo clan, the servants remained loyal to other family members, most notably towards his parents–the same people who brought him to this world with a troublesome burden, and the first people to strongly oppose his marriage to Shion. They claimed that it would damage his reputation enough just to marry an outcast, let alone someone with a questionable background like his new bride.

They also kept trying to set him up with their own marriage candidate. They assumed that because Shion hadn’t yet given them any grandchildren, she must be infertile, and if she couldn’t fulfill even the simplest role of a woman, he might as well divorce her. They said this to his face, with Shion beside him.

When Gojo heard those words, he almost committed parricide on the spot like his old friend. Consequences be damned.

The only thing that stopped him from doing so was Shion. He remembered her expression at that time was unreadable, indifferent to his parent’s attack.

Once they got home, however, he accidentally stumbled upon Shion hunched over the bathroom sink, secretly treating the red crescent-shaped wounds on the palm of her hands.

The scene made him wish he could manipulate time to his will. He wanted to go back in time to the first year of their marriage, and treat her better. Not as her husband, but as her partner.

He hoped this trip would help him understand Shion more, and in return, he would earn more of her trust.

“Earth to Satoru,” Shion said. “Did you even hear me? I said, this isn’t our first time sharing a bed–”

“Yep~” Gojo poked her cheek. “That’s how I know you snore and hog the blanket. ”

Shion shook her head in response to her husband’s answer.

“What’s first on the agenda?”‌ Gojo asked.

“The beach, but I want a snack.”‌ Shion frowned, placing her hand on her stomach. “The airplane food wasn’t enough.”

“Alright,” Gojo nodded before rolling his shoulders. “I’ll look for a convenience store. I need to stretch my legs after that flight. Why did you book us economy class when we can easily afford first class? Or even better—rent a private jet?”‌

Because it was Nanami who booked their flight. Whenever Shion made travel plans, her mind always went blank as her anxiety cranked up to a hundred. It’s not that she worried about money–she worried about filling in the right information. What if she accidentally booked a forty-eight hour flight to Denmark? Or chose an unreasonable flight time? Did she have to pay extra for checked baggage, or was that included?

Not that Gojo would understand the struggle.

“I forgot to upgrade the tickets.” Shion scratched her cheek. “Now, could you go get me some snacks?”‌

Once Gojo left the room, Shion fell face first to their shared bed. She let out a moan, satisfied with how comfortable it was.

She wanted to take a nap, but she had to unpack her luggage just to find her swimsuit.

As Shion went through her clothes, panic started to rise. There’s still no sign of her bathing suit! Where could it be? She had already checked every nook and cranny of her suitcase…

Amidst of her dilemma, her eyes landed on a familiar white rectangular box. She hadn’t opened that box yet, even though she had received it weeks ago…

"You're late, Shion." Mei Mei extended her hand out. "That'll be 500 yen for the late fee."

"This isn’t a doctor’s appointment that I’m missing, Mei-san." Shion looked at her friend, confused. “Besides, you’re the one who came to visit me at work, unannounced-”

“I’ll charge you an extra five-hundred yen for that behavior.”

“Alright, fine!” Shion rolled her eyes as she handed the older woman a five-hundred yen coin. “What brought you here?”

Mei inspected the gold coin and played it around between her fingers. "I heard from Shoko and Utahime that you'll be going on your honeymoon next week. Consider this my wedding present."

“Is Mei-san a psychic?” Shion gasped. "How did she know I’d forget to bring my swimsuit today?"

Inside of the box, Shion found a pair of black undergarments paired with sheer stockings. The needlework in the laces was intricate, and the fabric was smooth to touch.

This was perfect! She hoped it would fit her.

Shion changed into the ‘swimsuit,’ and quickly began having doubts about this gift. It barely covered her parts that would warrant an arrest for indecent exposure. Also, what was the point of these stockings? Wouldn’t they make it harder to traverse the soft sands? And she worried that she was going to lose circulation in her thighs because of the tight fit.

She took a quick picture of her outfit. That way, if Mei Mei ever wanted to gift her a swimsuit again, she would know that she chose the wrong size.

Despite her complaints, Shion found the outfit to be cute.

“I grab you some snacks and-” Gojo stopped in his tracks and dropped the white plastic bag he was holding. “I prefer white on you.”

“Ever heard of knocking?” Shion’s eyes narrowed at him as he picked up the bag and took a seat on their shared bed.

“Where did you buy that?” Gojo gestured at her swimsuit. “I thought you’re more of a no-frills kind of woman.”

“Oh, it’s a gift from Mei-san,” Shion put her hand on her hip. “I never imagined she'd be the type to give someone a swimsuit.”

A sense of curiosity rose within Shion as she watched her husband’s dumbfounded expression.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to wear that to the beach?” Gojo said. Disbelief was laced into his tone.

“Without the stockings, I don’t see why not?” Shion shrugged. "I mean, it’s a bit tight around my chest but I think I’ll-Satoru? Are you alright?"

At that moment, Gojo swore his mind crashed 3 times in a row.

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After a quick trip to the mall for a new swimsuit, and then a quick change of clothes, the couple finally reached their destination for the day: the beach.

As they walked towards the water, they were greeted by the familiar sights of white sands and blue sky, and the sounds of waves rolling upon the shoreline. The smell of salty ocean spray invaded the air around them, and the sun felt warm against their skin.

“Should we go surfing or kayaking first?” Shion asked.

Shion was wearing a white two piece she chose for herself, but the black jacket was Gojo’s idea.

“Satoru,” Shion fanned herself. “Is it really necessary for me to wear your jacket? It’s fucking hot.”

“Yes.” Gojo’s face scrunched into a scowl. “It’ll protect you from all the wolves lurking around here.”

“I think we can rent there.” She pointed at a blue shack filled with various floaties, water toys, surfboards and umbrellas. “You know how to swim right?”

“I should be asking you that question, Shion.”

Within seconds, Shion made a face, as if this were a ridiculous notion. Of course she knew how to swim—she learned it from the best. Her teacher, Tsukumo, had shoved her into the deep end of a pool and she whispered ‘good luck’. All Shion could remember from that day was her limbs screaming in pain.

Recalling that memory sent shivers down Shion's spine. She was thankful that she managed to learn to swim on the first try. And if she didn’t, well, then she wouldn’t be alive today. Although Shion mastered the basics, the lesson didn’t stop there–Tsukumo kept pushing until Shion could jump from an Olympic dive board without any problems.

“Now, now, you’ll be scaring the cashier with that frown of yours, Shion.” Gojo ruffled her hair.

Shion slapped her husband’s hand away from her. “Just wait here.”

His wife left him with only a single thought in his head— she was too damn beautiful.

From the moment they set their foot on the beach, he could feel and see the hungry gazes from the ‘wolves.’

Shion was too oblivious to notice the stares. As Gojo silently threatened men left and right, Shion seemed preoccupied with something–he swore that he heard her mumbling about werewolves.

He broke away from his thoughts when he felt his phone vibrate. He fished his phone from his pocket and noticed a text from Mei Mei. He almost forgot that he messaged that woman, questioning her if she received a bribe from someone who wanted him dead…from embarrassment.

From: Scary Crow Lady (Mei Mei) Shouldn’t you be thanking me instead? I always assumed you two had an exciting sex life ;-). Isn’t that the purpose of your trip? What’s there to be thankful for?! There was nothing exciting about the long cold, shower before they went to the mall. Thankfully, Shion didn’t question why.

He had no intention of trying to sleep with her. And if he chose to bring up the topic, then there was a good chance that Shion would pass out from embarrassment.

“I’m back.” Shion approached him with two pairs of life vests and snorkeling masks. “I changed my mind, and thought we should do a bit of snorkeling first then–what’s with the scowl on your face?”‌

“Nothing.” Gojo grumbled under his breath, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Anyways, shall we go then? There’ll be less people ogling you in underwater”

Underneath the blue waters, they saw many colorful forms of marine life. It was a beautiful sight to behold: the school of fishes swimming around them were iridescent, some even had a unique pattern to their scales. Others moved in slow circles–one came swimming right by Shion’s mask.

After their underwater adventure, Gojo suggested building a sandcastle–he wanted to see how tall it could get with their combined effort. It felt a bit childish to do this at their age, but ultimately Shion couldn’t deny his idea as she was also curious about what the outcome would be.

Shion fortified the base of the castle, and volunteered to make a moat around it to protect it from the tides. Meanwhile, Gojo did the heavy lifting–transporting the materials, and adding more layers to the top. Soon, their sand castle was about up to Gojo’s thighs.

But even with Gojo’s jacket, Shion kept receiving good-for-nothing stares from the ‘wolves.’ Some were subtle, but some of them had the audacity to do it with their partner next to them, thinking they would get away scot-free. It sent his blood boiling, and his hands itched to blast those perverts with Red.

No, he’s not jealous. In fact, the last time he experienced such a feeling was two years ago.

He remembered it so clearly.

It was a cold, stormy night and he was standing in front of an abandoned school. His body was heavy with exhaustion, yet he still pushed on–determined to pick up his wife after he got a troubling text from Ijichi. He could have asked the auxiliary manager to do it himself, but it’s been a while since he had seen Shion.

The moment Gojo stepped his foot inside the building, he immediately hid his cursed energy well enough to avoid suspicion. He sensed Shion’s own cursed energy nearby, as well as another familiar aura that shouldn’t have been there in the first place.

His fatigue vanished instantly–replaced with panic as he was outside of the classroom where Shion and Geto were.

Gojo listened to every word of their conversation. Judging from Shion’s hostility, it’s unlikely that his wife expected to find Geto here. That’s one thing to check off the list from the questions he would have to ask her later.

As far as he could tell, Shion never suspected that he had been eavesdropping on her and Geto, before he made his grand entrance. Of course, he wasn't planning to bring it up. He would be patient with her, just like she did with him despite his neglect. It’s the least he could do.

But, Gojo never expected his wife to talk about all her problems maintaining and forming relationships with someone who had committed a heinous crime–even if they had once been friends.

He couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with Shion’s crush on Geto.

“Shion,” Gojo got a small ‘hm’ from Shion. “Back in high school, did you like Suguru?”

At that moment, Shion ran the toy shovel straight through the base of the sandcastle. All of their hard work came crumbling down within a matter of seconds.

“Shion!”

Ignoring the architectural tragedy that she had caused, Shion scratched her flushed cheek. “I-I believe I don’t have any idea you’re talking about, Satoru.”

Gojo was astounded by her response. Did she really think her feelings toward Suguru were a secret in the first place? Their classmates and the faculty staff all knew about it. Heck, he overheard Gakuganji, the old fart at Kyoto Tech, asking Yaga’s opinion on whether Shion or Geto would confess first.

“At this point, if someone asked me what oblivious means–” Gojo pointed at her, “–I’m gonna direct them to you.”

Shion slapped his arm as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. In exchange, Gojo laughed at his wife’s bashfulness.

Was he wrong? No, it was a badly kept secret to begin with. Even before hearing it from Haibara’s loud mouth, Geto had sensed the girl’s admiration towards him–it was evident from the way she acted whenever they were in the same room together.

‘Suguru-senpai’ had a sweet-yet-shy tune to it, as if she were a typical damsel-in-distress waiting for her prince to rescue her. When Gojo watched them together, it honestly felt like a shoujo manga panel had come to life, with Shion’s personality switching from her usual deadpan expression to a blushing mess.

Thinking about how Shion acted towards Suguru was amusing at first. Yet, as time passed on, it became disgusting and–surprisingly–mixed with jealousy.

Gojo recounted the many times he rolled his eyes at Shion for acting in such a trite way. On the other hand, Shion greeting him as ‘Gojo-senpai’ and simply acknowledging his presence drained all of her energy in one go. Gojo understood why–he’s a real piece of work, and his constant hijinks were always a headache to deal with.

What could he say?‌ He’s a natural when it comes to mischief..

Did he regret it? No, not really as it gave him Shion’s hand in marriage and cooperation to his cause.

"W-whatever!" Shion averted Gojo’s eyes. "I-I only had a crush on him, that's it!"

Had a crush? That’s a relief. Wait, was he feeling nervous all that time? Him?!

“W-what is it to you anyway if I do have a crush on Geto-san?”‌ Shion’s eyes locked on Gojo’s, unable for the latter to tear away from. “It’s not like you can do anything about it!”

Shion felt she said something wrong. Despite her husband smiling, the corners of his mouth looked strained.

“I’m thinking of an excuse to use if ever the higher-ups get caught wind of this.” Gojo’s gaze shifted from Shion towards the ocean. “They’re still hellbent on pushing your death penalty. I won’t be surprised if they stoop so low as to fabricate evidence that frames you as Suguru’s conspirator.”

“Is…that so?” Her question came out as a whisper, discouraged at what she heard. “I guess…it can’t be helped.”

“You can tell how fucked up their priorities are,” Gojo commented. “After three years, they still keeping tabs on you and-”

And here she had thought she had made progress–3 years of doing their dirty work, only to find out that she’s still at square one. She had bent over backwards for them, thinking that maybe, just maybe, if she worked hard enough, the higher-up’s perception of her would improve–or at least be less shitty–and maybe they’d stop giving her husband so much trouble.

What’s the point of her title and her efforts if she couldn’t get a sliver of respect from those dried up pieces of shit?

Shion lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

Afraid that her voice would fail her, she kept silent with her hand clenched into a fist. She didn’t pay attention to the pain she inflicted on herself. This frustration she felt was too familiar to her, and she hated it so much.

A familiar warmth on her hand broke her thoughts as Gojo grabbed her fist. She didn’t know why, but when he took hold of her hand, he acted as if he were handling something fragile like glass.

His thumb gently caressed her fingers. In response, she slowly unclenched her fists as Gojo laced his fingers with hers. She never thought that her hand would seem so small compared to her husband’s.

“Are you apologizing because you think your efforts were wasted?” Gojo asked.

Shion nodded.

His voice was different from his usual sly-yet-brazen tone that she was so used to hearing. He sounded gentle, calm and understanding. It was almost comforting, like a warm blanket on a rainy night. But there was a hint of anger mixed in, and she wasn’t sure why. It felt like he was fuming at the higher ups on her behalf.

“It sure was a complete waste of time and effort, trying to change their minds,” Gojo said.

Shion looked down, and frowned at his words. He didn’t have to rub salt on the wound.

“But it didn’t go unnoticed,” Gojo added.

“What do you mean?”

“Because there’s one person who did notice, and that’s me.”

Something soft and warm was pressed against the back of her hand. She didn’t fully register what it was until Gojo gave her one of his signature winks.

Shion.exe crashed.

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When a Special Grade and a Third Grade walked into a mall...

Timeline: Gojo (28) Shion (27)

(After Cursed Womb arc aka when the trio went to a detention centre - So, spoilers from that arc, and a bit of Ponyo)

A/n: After reading a lot of JJK oc/reader focused fics, I notice there's not a lot of works that interacted with Kugisaki in general which it surprised me a bit. I find Kugisaki really fun yet interesting to write because of how chaotically confident she will and can get.

Also, I would like to thank flyingwargle and xerox-candybar for helping me with this chapter. ^^

Disclaimer: I don't own JJK as it belong to an one-eyed menace known as Gege Akutami.

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“Nobara,” Gojo pointed at his student with his index finger. “You’ll be accompanying my directionally challenged wife on a 1st Grade mission!”

Kugisaki blinked a couple of times. “What?”

And that’s how Kugisaki ended up waiting for Shion in one of the college’s empty classrooms.

Kugisaki didn’t have much of an opinion towards the sorcerer. For someone who’s recognized as a Special Grade Sorcerer, Gojo Shion didn’t seem to play the part of it.

Usually, those who were part of an elite group always had a charismatic and bold presence that truly defined them from both experienced and inexperienced in their field. Or at least that’s what Kugisaki saw in movies growing up.

But then again, she only met two Special Grade Sorcerers out of five so far. One was her clown of a teacher who always encouraged her with Itadori to get on Fushiguro’s nerves. As for Shion, Kugisaki couldn’t say much about her other than her fiery temper from their first meeting.

The door to the classroom slid open, interrupting the girl’s thoughts. She turned her attention to it and saw Shion striding across the classroom towards the podium. Immediately, she noticed the unusual refined elegance in the woman’s presence with every tap her shoes made. Whenever she saw Shion, she always looked tired 24/7 especially when she’s with her husband.

Also, what’s with the woman’s sunglasses? Was it that bright outside?

“Sorry, I’m late, Kugisaki,” Shion rubbed her shoulder. “I had to deal with a minor inconvenience…”

Since she arrived 8 minutes past scheduled, Kugisaki had a clear idea that it’s Gojo who Shion’s referring to as an inconvenience. Her teacher always got to the classroom late with the exact same time frame.

“Anyways, as for today’s mission…”

According to Ijichi’s report, mysterious disappearances occurred throughout the Saitama prefecture. The police thought it would be like those people who seemingly ‘evaporated’ from existence without a trace and simply closed the investigation with this conclusion.

However, they received an anonymous tip that caused the police to contact the college and reopened the case. Apparently, someone had too much free time in their hands to lurk around the dark web and stumbled upon an online doll auction. The most alarming thing they saw wasn’t only it’s life-sized but eerily identical to the missing people.

“Here’s some references for you to look at.”

Kugisaki received a manila folder from the latter, and it contained side by side pictures of the victims and dolls. She glanced at each doll with interest before flipping through the next. So far, the majority of the victims were people around her age or older. The majority of them looked beautiful and handsome in their own way.

As she reached the last set of portraits, Kugisaki sensed familiarity from the young man in the picture. Sure, he had the looks, thanks to his youthful face, yet his hazelnut eyes had a kind gaze to it.

“W-Well…” Fumi scratched her cheek before smiling bashfully. “I like his eyes…don’t you think they look warm and kind?”

Wasn’t this the guy that her friend had a crush on? If she remembered it correctly, he left her home village to become a model shortly two years prior she went to Tokyo.

Suddenly, the word ‘model’ clicked something into the student’s head like a simple equation to solve.

“Does that mean we're going shopping?!” Kugisaki slammed her hands on her desk as she stood up from her seat. “Will the college pay for it?”

“No.” Kugisaki’s face immediately became crestfallen. “I’m the one who will answer our expenses.”

Shion almost wished that she didn’t bring the girl with her on this mission. She didn’t expect Kugisaki to almost max out her credit card within the first three hours at the mall. Her limit was 500,000 yen because that’s the lowest that her bank could offer since she doesn’t do much shopping other than groceries and she splurged on occasions to release some of her stress.

But then again, back in her high school years, her former homeroom teacher forgot to tell her that his monthly limit was 250,000 yen. Like a child with a new toy, Shion used it recklessly to the point she immediately maxed it within 2 weeks of owning it. In her defense, she treated sleep like a luxury that few could afford and a bed is considered to be an investment to her sleepless nights.

Well, at least Kugisaki looked like she was having a blast. It’s been two weeks since their mission ended with Sukuna's vessel being dead. Although he’s reportedly deceased, he’s living in the school’s secret hideout and occasionally at her house. Shion understood the secrecy of Itadori’s current status since it’s part of the many steps in Gojo’s plan saying ‘Eat shit and Fuck you’ towards the higher-ups.

Yet, it didn’t stop her from worrying about Kugisaki and Megumi. The boy already had a fair share of experience when it came to a classmate’s death, much to Shion’s dismay. As for his classmate…

“Kugisaki, about the stuff you bought just now...” the student looked at Shion with her brow raised. “Is that how you normally spend your allowance?”

Out of curiosity, Kugisaki dug in her bag looking for a receipt. Her expression twisted into a horrified manner once she pulled out the paper and saw the numbers. She knew this trip was too good to be true for someone like her!

“Do you accept monthly payments, Ito-san?”

“No! no! no!” The woman frantically waved her hands. “You get to keep those without paying me back!”

Shion cared less how much the student spent on her credit card. If anything, she could pay it off without making a huge dent in her bank account. Being a Special Grade sorceress and married to someone who’s the head of a well known clan and same rank as her definitely had its financial perks. Although the wealth she gained from her title is more or less like hush money. And the circumstances of her marriage were a bit complicated at that time.

In addition to this, she knew how much stipend that the students get from the college on a monthly basis. It only covered enough for a month’s worth of expenses and asking for a reimbursement from Kugisaki would certainly put a huge toll both on her wallet and mental health.

“You almost gave me quite a heart attack, Ito-san.” Kugisaki put a hand on her chest. “Your sunglasses didn’t help either at how serious you looked.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Shion scratched her cheek. “Anyways, how’s your training so far? The Goodwill Event is only two months away.”

“Thanks to Panda-senpai and Inumaki-senpai, I perfected my landings in less than 3 days.” Kugisaki answered with a smirk, proud of her progress. “How did your first Goodwill Event go?”

“It wasn’t thrilling because Satoru and a friend of his obliterated the competition before both sides could even see a glimpse of a cursed spirit.” The woman pinched the bridge of her nose. “Because of him, I had to put extra effort in the individual matches.”

And because of that said event, Shion caught the unwanted interest of an annoying cockroach named Zen'in Naoya. No matter how many times she kicked his ass, he would always approach her with a marriage proposal in hand. Although if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have gotten a recommendation for a 2nd Grade promotion.

It's a necessary evil she must have to deal with.

“Excuse me, kind Madam,” a smooth feminine voice from behind was heard. “May I have a portion of your time?”

Kugisaki and Shion turned around and saw a man and woman dressed in gothic style. The woman dressed in dark colored frills, complimenting nicely with the man’s black suit and white jabot tie. Although Kugisaki noticed something similar about the man until she saw his dull brown eyes.

"And you must be?" Shion asked.

"Oh, where are my manners?" The woman chuckled. "I'm Hanako Kagami and this is my lovely big brother, Hajime Kagami. We're both artists who held art in the high-"

“Make it quick.” Shion interrupted the latter, Her voice was laced with irritation. “I greatly value my time.”

“Of course!” The eccentric woman clasped her hands together. “Would you like your beauty preserved like a masterpiece? Like the great works of Leonardo Da Vinci or Michaelangelo?”

Shion, with one of her eyebrows raised, appeared interested. “I’m listening.”

“That’s great!” Hanako cheered. “I would like you to capture your beauty and have everyone see what they truly are missing out!”

“Truly?” Shion uncharacteristically smirked. “I would love to so I can flaunt it to my friends.”

At that moment, Kugisaki managed to piece together Shion's sudden change of attitude. She’s currently the embodiment of a typical snobby rich person or at least she tried. Kugisaki had a feeling it’s unnecessary for the woman to act like one.

“Before I leave,” Hanako said. “May I please have your name, Madam?”

“Shion Ito.”

With a flick of her wrist, a calling card appeared in between her index and middle finger before handing it to Shion. The card itself reeked of expensive and nauseating perfume that Shion tried her best not to visibly gag.

“Where’s mine though?”

Hanako scanned the girl from top to bottom before she turned away. “Once your dye job loses its color, then we talk.”

Oh, that woman did not just insult her work!

“Kugisaki-”

Kugisaki brushed off Shion’s hand on her shoulder. “Don’t stop me!”

“I’ll let you have the first hit.”

“Fine,” Kugisaki said begrudgingly. “Also, that guy she’s with, I recognized him from the photos earlier.”

“Is that so?” Shion took off her sunglasses. “Could you grab me a drink? I didn’t expect it’ll be hot today.”

“Can I get something for myself as well?” Shion nodded to Kugisaki’s question.

Immediately, Kugisaki dumped all of her shopping bags into Shion’s arms before she made her way to the food court. Shion chuckled at the noticeable spring added to the girl’s footsteps.

It almost reminded of herself back when she was her age.

“Nanamin,” Shion ignored a grunt from her classmate. “Could you and Haibara-kun get me a slice of special deluxe cheesecake in Roppongi after dinner?”

It’s been almost three days since her house arrest started. She spent most of her time in her dorm; sleeping or working through her reading list. She tried to go to the library for a change of scenery, but the librarian temporarily banned her on Watanabe's orders.

So, when Nanami knocked on her door earlier, she was elated that it’s not her homeroom teacher who gave her food. Instead of the usual sandwiches and microwavable cup noodles she got, Nanami brought a homemade bento box.

Shion almost wept for how refreshing and delicious it was.

“And, Watanabe-sensei strictly told us not to give you desserts as part of your house arrest.”

Nanami swore he saw a pair of cat ears popping up on Shion’s head and went down in disappointment. Was he really that tired from the recent missions?

“Ugh! Fine,” Nanami released an annoyed sigh when Shion’s ‘cat ears’ went up in happiness. “Don’t rely on us if you get in trouble.”

Not much to his surprise, by the end of the week, Shion asked him to cover her from Watanabe’s scolding.

This small fragment of a memory brought a smile to her lips. Well, that’s enough reminiscing for one day as she had work to do.

Shion took a seat on a nearby bench and made sure that Kugisaki’s shopping bags were all there. She had a feeling the girl would hold the biggest grudge towards her if she lost one. Although it didn’t stop her from contemplating the question in her mind.

How could Hanako control that man?

An innate technique similar to hypnosis? Most likely but she had doubts. The lack of red threads threw this hypothesis out of the window. If he’s alive, she should have seen them at least. Yet, she wasn’t sure if it was exhaustion or not, but she did see a blue thread on his neck.

A blood technique? It could be, but there should be at least a condition for said technique to work. In her case, Alex, one of the 1st Grade Sorcerers, entered a binding vow with her for him to control her temporarily under a minute. It only happened during extreme cases when she’s with him for overseas missions.

Her train of thought derailed when something wet and cold pressed against her cheek. Shion jolted out of her seat and looked to her side, seeing Kugisaki holding a water bottle and a fish-shaped bread on her other hand. She completely forgot that she’s with the student for this mission.

“Thanks.” Shion put away her sunglasses before she grabbed the cold beverage and twisted its cap. “You should have at least warned me.”

“I did but you didn’t answer for the past 2 minutes.” Kugisaki took a bite off her food before swallowing it. “Also, consider it as a payback for scaring me earlier, Ito-san.”

“This is purely my speculation," Shion’s finger began to tap against the bottle, “but I think that man she’s with is a cursed corpse.”

Kugisaki wiped her mouth with her wrist and crumpled the small paper bag. “Don't cursed corpses look similar to a stuffed doll like Panda-senpai?”

“Not really,” Shion shrugged. “It simply comes to the user’s personal taste and it so happens that Hanako-san's taste is morbid.”

"Well, now what?"

"By procedure, I would have you sent home as the mission became too dangerous for Third Grade standards." Shion crossed her legs. “Yet, I’ll leave that decision up to you.”

“Of course, I'm coming!” Kugisaki smacked her fist into the palm of her other hand. “I don’t like to leave things half assed.”

“That’s great to hear.” Shion clasped her hands together. “Even if you say no, you're still coming with me. After all, your technique’s versatility might be the best choice for this mission.”

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Once they had arrived at the location, Kugisaki immediately noticed a black curtain covering the whole area before the gates. Seeing it made the third grade sorcerer remember the situation she’s in.

Just a half hour ago, Kugisaki told the special grade sorceress that she would see this mission until the end. However, seeing the familiar sight of a curtain shook some of her resolve. In doing so, a familiar frustrating feeling resurfaced as the events of the detention center flooded her mind.

Their mission technically ended in failure as they didn’t get the chance to retrieve any of the dead bodies. To rub more salt to the wound, she didn’t do shit to help her classmates and one of them ended up fucking dead!

Fuck! She needed something to release this steam. Maybe a good smack on that curse user’s jaw would definitely help. Oh, the satisfaction she’s gonna get from doing so.

Meanwhile, Shion had finished her conversation with Ijichi and her eyes widened when she saw the student walking towards the curtain.

“Wait, Kugisaki!”

Too late.

Kugisaki tried to enter the curtain but it immediately shocked her. She yelped in pain before falling onto the ground. Once she got a hold of her surroundings, she immediately double checked everything about her. No burnt strands of hair, no burnt spots on her uniform and finally, her nails were still in a good condition.

What? She only got it done last weekend and they weren’t fucking cheap!

“What’s with this veil!?” Kugisaki exclaimed.

“If I have to guess,” Shion turned her attention from the girl towards the black forcefield. “Only those who were personally invited by Kagami-san could enter with the victim’s name on the calling card.”

To prove her theory, Shion inserted her hand through the barrier. Instead of electrocuting her, it swallowed her limb with no problem. Kugisaki stared at Shion in disbelief. She would appreciate it if the woman told her beforehand.

“That’s great,” Kugisaki got up from the ground before dusting her skirt. “Do you want me to wait in the car until you’ve arrested them?”

Man, she could not wait to sit in an awkward silence with the driver.

“That won’t be necessary, Kugisaki.” Shion retracted her hand from the curtain before reaching for her cursed tool. “For this is a simple matter.”

The woman closed her eyes as she took a deep big breath. Once she exhaled, Kugisaki got goosebumps when Shion’s eyes flew open at the same time she withdrew her katana. She noticed how her eyes changed from gold that shone like the sun to a bluish-green color of the sea.

Shion attacked the curtain with her katana and black sparks emitted from it, showing great resistance against her. With an extra push, she managed to pierce through it before running her blade upwards, cutting through the veil.

“Remember, our main objective is to rescue the victims,” Shion withdrew her katana back into its sheath as the veil began to deteriorate, closing her eyes briefly before her eyes returned to their normal color. “If they’re not alive, prioritize your survival.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Kugisaki mumbled before following the woman into the mansion.

Meanwhile, a black ink-like substance appeared on top of the building and spilled all over the mansion, indicating that Ijichi had deployed a veil for them, turning the bright blue sky into a similar night.

Once they set foot inside the mansion, a loud creak emitted from the wooden floor. They all glanced at each other as they took in the scene before them, the dark chipped-paint walls, the high ceilings, and even the cobwebs hanging on the ceiling that had been disturbed for quite some time. It was an unsettling sight, to say the least.

“You know for someone who likes beauty, they should at least make an effort to keep this place clean.“ Kugisaki commented.

Out of nowhere, Shion shoved Kugisaki, and the girl fell on the floor face first. Kugisaki groaned and rubbed her face to dull the pain. Ok, that’s it! She had enough of the woman’s indifference!

Kugisaki looked behind her with anger about to explode. However, the words forming in Kugisaki’s head immediately faded away as she watched Shion get swallowed into the black muddy puddle, leaving nothing behind.

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Shion landed on the floor as she descended from the ceiling. She didn’t expect to immediately be surrounded with multiple reflections of herself. With careful steps and her hand on the handle of her katana, she surveyed the area as she walked along the seemingly endless corridor of mirrors.

Hopefully this room wasn’t similar to a-

“Oof!”

Shion landed on her butt before rubbing her nose. An annoyed sigh escaped from her lips before getting up from the floor. Oh no, her biggest enemy of all time - a mirror maze. This would do wonders with her shitty sense of direction.

The woman began to walk again but this time, with her left hand dragging against the wall. As much as she’s ready to break her way out, she didn’t want to jeopardize Kugisaki’s safety because of her impatience.

Out of nowhere, a stinging sensation occurred on her bicep and it elicited a pained grunt from Shion. The aching pain made her kneel on the floor. She looked to her side and saw her injured area bloomed a beautiful crimson color.

Black mist emitted from the mirror in front of her, and slowly but surely, it started to form into a humanoid like being with gold beady eyes.

“Protect…HANAKO!” ‘It’ screeched.

Seeing this monster before her debunked Shion’s conclusion of the brother’s existence as a cursed corpse. Instead, now that she got a better sight of its cursed energy, she needed to kill it immediately and find Kugisaki before the cursed user could.

“I wonder,” Her fingers brushed against the handle of her katana. “How long has your sister cursed you?”

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Meanwhile, with Kugisaki, the disappearance of the Special Grade sorceress sent the girl’s thoughts in a disarray. She shook her head to get a hold of herself.

If she found at least two bodies not breathing, she’s outta here.

After giving a quick slap on both of her cheeks, Kugisaki marched onward to explore the manor. If she’s a twisted doll collector, where would she hide the bodies? The basement seemed a good place to store those corpses.

“It’s quite a shame that my brother got that woman.”

A feminine and haughty voice echoed through the lobby, causing Kugisaki to turn around and see Hanako with a large group of people dressed in a similar fashion like the curse user.

The cursed user had a sickly sweet grin on her face while playing with a lock of her hair. “But seeing your mask of false bravado made me want to add you to my collection. I wonder how much someone will pay for your body?”

“No thanks,” Kugisaki pulled out her hammer and nails. “Your outfit screams so out of season.”

With her hammer, Kugisaki sent three nails flying towards the cursed user, only for it to be blocked by one of the cursed corpses.

“I wouldn't recommend-Eh?”

Instead of the cursed corpse struggling, it perfectly stood still with the skin devouring the metallic object.

This left Kugisaki speechless. Yet, she still remained in her composure and sent two more sets of her nails towards Hanako. Not much to her surprise, it was blocked by two different cursed corpses with one of them flinching a bit.

Despite trying to remain calm, Kugisaki clenched tightly onto her hammer with her teeth gritted. How come none of her attacks were working on those cursed corpses?!

“Hmph,” Hanako huffed before a smirk curled to her lips. “The college clearly underestimates me since they sent a third rate with an innate technique that doesn’t work on me. What a pity.”

Kugisaki pointed angrily at her opponent.“You better start thinking about the medical bills after my hammer fucked up your face!”

If she kept sending her nails towards Hanako, her situation would end up the same back in the detention center.

Think! Kugisaki! Think! What could she do that others don’t?!

Between her and Megumi, the latter had the upper hand when it comes to fighting multiple foes because of his shikigamis. Shouldn’t he be the one to go with Shion?

So, why her?!

If someone…dodged…or she missed her target…she could simply…that's not it. Unless…what if she attacked them all at once?

Now, she understood what Shion meant earlier. She had an absolutely clever idea to deal with this situation.

With a newfound determination, Kugisaki kept hammering her nails towards Hanako. As she expected, the cursed user kept using her army of cursed corpses as meat shields. Majority of the nails were embedded in different parts of the bodies and some were in the walls.

At the end, her arms were screaming in pain and she’s gasping for air. It was exhausting but at least, she knew she had to work on her stamina after this mission.

“I believe this is the part you’ll surrender, young lady.”

Hearing those words, Kugisaki's expression twisted into a cruel manner. She focused on her cursed energy she sensed from the nails and pictured the outcome she wanted. Gruesome may it be, at least she’s alive.

“Fat chance that I will!”

With a snap of her fingers, the nails embedded in various body parts of Hanako’s dolls along the ones in the wall started to expand its cursed energy before exploding one by one.

Limbs started flying like confetti as the blood splattered on the dusty floor and walls. Kugisaki would be lying if the scene before her wasn’t making her vomit her lunch. She had to remind herself that these blown up porcelain dolls are just corpses.

She simply helped them direct to where they came from– to their graves!

As for Hanako, the woman could only stare in despair as her work got destroyed in a matter of seconds as the crimson liquid splattered on some of her clothes. Frustration, anger and resentment were mixed all together to form an utterly disgusting feeling that she never knew that it would resurface again.

Kill

Hanako grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged it downward. “Do you have any idea how much blood, sweat and tears I’ve put into those dolls?! Of course not! I don’t expect a third rate like you to understand and appreciate beauty!”

An angry vein popped on Kugisaki’s head. Who the fuck this woman think she is?! Calling her a third rate?! Her eyes were narrowed and her lips in a thin line as she stared at Hanako and she felt herself begin to grow hot under the older woman's scornful gaze.

If she’s trying to get underneath Kugisaki’s skin, it’s working but not enough to lose her composure. Growing up in a village full of crazy people had her prepare for it and she heard better insults than that. Although that didn’t mean she would let this slide.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Kugisaki’s lips twisted to a taunting smile. “Cry for your dead big brother to help you?”

Kugisaki watched the woman’s features untwisted from full of anger to nothingness. Colored her surprised when the cursed user coughed out copious amounts of blood with her knees giving in to the floor. Once she finished, Hanako wiped her mouth with her wrist and glared at Kugisaki.

“YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK, BITCH!”

Kugisaki felt shivers down her spine as a sudden surge of cursed energy occurred and the scattered body parts on the floor started to gather in one spot. It grew bigger and bigger until a grotesque monster was made from the limbs and heads of all her previous victims; A mass of flesh that violated the value of human life just by existing.

For once, Kugisaki’s flight-or-fight response screamed to get out of here.

Her legs carried her towards the hole she blasted earlier, but she tripped on the stuck out floorboard. She fell on the floor with her hammer slid out of her fingers and immediately got crushed by the immense weight of the amalgamated corpse’s limb.

Dammit!

“Say you’re sorry and I'll let you go!” To think that this cursed user still had her wits, expecting Kugisaki to be grateful from the act of mercy.

“You’re gonna hear an apology from me when I’m dead!”

Kugisaki should be fearing for her life, not asking for death.

Out of nowhere, the monster's hand was swatted away from Kugisaki and pinned against the wall by what looked like a shard of glass. At the same time, Hanako yelped and held her right hand tightly with blood trickling from it.

Where did that come from?

"You better be alive there, Kugisaki!”

The owner of the voice came into view under the mansion’s candle-lit lighting, revealing Shion looking disheveled as she emerged from one of the holes in the walls Kugisaki exploded earlier.

Her black hair was now free from its bun, all loose and some of the glass shards tangled into it. Various cuts littered all over her body with a noticeable crimson growing slightly bigger on her right bicep.

Despite her appearance, her golden eyes still remained calm and collected.

“Sorry, I took a bit long to get here,” Shion apologized. ”I had to bust my way out of Kagami-kun’s room.”

Watching Shion pulling out her katana out of its sheath, Kugisaki had a feeling that couldn’t be the reason for the woman’s lateness.

Until, she remembered her teacher’s words.

Kugisaki stared at the woman in deadpan. “You got lost didn’t you?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Shion retorted.

The Special Grade sorceress’ attention on the student came to an end when a thud was heard from behind.

“W-what did you do to my brother?!” Hanako dropped to her knees with despair written all over her face. “W-Why I can’t sense him?!”

“Simple.” The monotonous tone in Shion’s voice sent chills down their spines. “I killed him.”

“W-Why did you do that?!” Hanako’s voice slightly wavered with despair. “H-Have you had no remorse?!”

“Shouldn’t I be asking that question, you hypocrite?“ The Special Grade sorceress narrowed her eyes. “Besides, why would I feel bad for killing a cursed spirit?”

Hearing those words made Kugisaki curious. To have someone become a cursed spirit meant they got cursed upon their death or if they’re a sorcerer, died with regrets. Her grandmother always repeated those words to her. Heck, it was even her parting words after their fierce argument.

“I’m gonna kill you all!”

Hanako stretched her hand out. The amalgamated corpse began to shrunk down in size as it crawled towards the cursed user. With no time to waste, Shion closed the distance between her and the trail of flesh before plunging the end of her blade into it.

A crimson liquid spewed out from the cursed user’s lips before she found herself pinned against the wall. Her eyes met with a sea colored gaze that immediately drowned her in it. Air left her lips when she felt something sharp in her stomach. Not soon after, a pained screech was heard as she felt it twisted and dug deeper.

Yet, it didn’t stop Hanako from uttering these words.

“Those eyes…” Fear and defeat laced in Hanako’s voice. “Y-you’re…the deadliest sorcerer…”

Wordlessly, Shion pulled out the dagger from the cursed user’s torso. Kugisaki witnessed the woman plunge her cursed tool into her opponent’s neck. Although she didn’t miss Shion’s answer as the latter wiped her red tears.

“Unfortunately.”

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The bright afternoon blue sky left and was replaced with a sky mixed orange and red. In front of the morgue building, Kugisaki sat and waited by the stairs for Shion. Shoko (wasn’t drinking for once when they arrived) already treated her injuries. Although she’s caught off guard when the resident doctor didn’t pull any punches in scolding Shion.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Kugisaki.”

Kugisaki looked behind and saw Shion with a fresh set of her uniform, free from the torn fabric and blood.

“How’s your eyes?”

“I’m fine, it’s a side effect of using them too much.” Shion rubbed her nape. “Also, can you not tell your teacher about it? I don’t want him to worry over a simple manner.”

She considered that a simple manner? Crying out blood was already alarming enough for someone. Yet, it’s not her business what’s considered to be the norm between Shion and Gojo.

“Want to grab dinner? My treat.”

Only a fool would decline free food. Yet, Kugisaki was willing to become one as the physical and mental exhaustion from today’s mission made her want to get swallowed whole by her bed and sleep.

“No thanks.” Shion nodded at Kugisaki’s answer.

“Then,” The woman sat next to her. “Are you alright? You seem to be lost in thoughts after I killed Hanako.”

Kugisaki hesitated to share her doubts, especially at how nonchalant Shion mentioned that she killed someone.

For someone who knew she could be a lot to handle, it’s rare for her to have doubts. Throughout her life, the decisions she made never formed this feeling of uncertainty. She knew what she had to do and what needed to be done if she ever wanted to be reunited with her friends.

However, today’s mission shakened her and the ‘what-if’ scenarios plagued her head. What if she met up with Fumi and Saori today? Would they still recognize the same Kugisaki Nobara? Or would they straight up call her a killer and cut ties with her?

“I know it’s part of our job that at some point we have to take lives.” Kugisaki placed her elbow on her knee with her chin resting on the palm of her hand. “And I thought I had the resolve for it but…seeing you do it with no problems made me question it. Do you think…I can do it?”

Expecting a grandiose speech from Shion, Kugisaki watched the woman shrug. “I don’t know because I’m not you, Kugisaki.”

‘Thanks for stating the obvious, Ito-san.’ Kugisaki thought.

“However, I’m sure you can do it as long as it won’t define what makes you – you.” The woman looked up with her gaze towards the sky. “Being a sorcerer, like any other career, it’s only a job, a stepping stone to get whatever your heart desires. It just so happens this line of work doesn’t suit kindhearted individuals as they ask so much of them.”

Throughout the years of Shion’s service as a sorceress, she only met one person who used to hold this occupation in a very high regard. Protecting the weak and keeping the strong in check is indeed a very noble deed – perfect for someone like him.

But for someone to do it without the simplest of thanks was already rare. Yet, knowing that the monsters they fought or died to were created by the same people who they swore to protect? It’s a hard thing to ask of someone to be selfless.

That’s why Shion believed that not only a sorcerer should have missing screws in their head, but also be prepared to become selfish versions of themselves.

“Anyways,” Shion gave a pat on Kugisaki’s back with a small smile on her face. “You did very well today, Kugisaki. Keep this up and who knows, I might recommend you for a promotion.”

“O-Of course I did well, Ito-san.” Kugisaki proudly stated, trying to hide her embarrassment. “It’s expected of me, of course.”

“Then,” Shion got up from her seat. “Don’t be a stranger if you need help.”

Kugisaki smiled at the woman. “Likewise, Shion-san!”

After waving goodbye to Kugisaki, Shion walked towards her husband’s office, and was about to knock on the door until the door slid open by itself. It revealed her husband without the jacket and he swapped his signature blindfold with his sunglasses.

“Shion,” Despite the stoic tone, Gojo's lips twisted to a smirk. “That eager to see me?”

“Satoru,” Shion addressed him with a deadpan tone, trying to take a peek into his office. “I suppose you’re done with the reports from last month?”

“You like steak, right?" Gojo slid the door closed behind him. "I heard from Alex that there's a nice steak restaurant in Ginza. Wanna go there for tonight’s dinner?"

As much as Shion wanted to enjoy steak that complimented nicely with red wine, she couldn’t, especially at the fact there’s a teenage boy living in their house at this moment. Ever since Itadori’s ‘death’, the higher-ups kept sending her to missions outside of Tokyo. Knowing her husband, he’s too busy and lazy at the same time to buy some groceries and cook.

"This will be the third time we went out to eat this week, Satoru,” Shion pinched the bridge of her nose. “Let me remind you that we’re housing a boy that needs real food.”

"C'mon," Gojo whined. "He can survive on instant ramen for another night."

Well, it looked like she had to bring out the big guns much to her dismay. Or what Alex liked to call it, her “gap moe” .

“Instead of going to a restaurant,” Shion shyly grabbed one of Gojo's hands and enclosed it within hers before brushing her thumb against the back of his hand.

"How about we get takeouts and after dinner we have a movie night?" Her cheeks started to burn red when her eyes met Gojo's lustrous blue gaze hidden behind his glasses.

"P-please?"

Immediately, Gojo enveloped Shion in a hug, nuzzling his cheek against hers. "How can I resist a request from my wife when she's this cute?"

Shion furrowed her brows, pushing her husband away from her. "S-shut up!"

After giving her husband a quick slap on his arm, they went to their local family restaurant near their house. When they got home, Itadori greeted them with his usual cheeriness that maternal instincts swung a mean right hook out of Shion.

How could that boy be the vessel of the most malicious cursed spirit in the history of Jujutsu? That she never knew and probably never would.

Once dinner was finished and Itadori went to bed, the married couple sat on the floor, with Shion sitting between Gojo’s legs and her back leaned against his torso.

She asked Gojo to choose a light hearted movie. The first part of the movie really lived up to her request. Sometimes, her husband would make side remarks, only for Shion to shush him.

“We must test the boy, love.” Granmamare calmly stated. “If Sosuke’s love is true, our daughter will become a true human like she always wanted. In doing so, the balance in nature shall be restored.”

“B-But..” Fujimoto knitted his brows together with a frown. “What if it isn’t? Her existence will cease to be as she turns into seafoam…”

Despite the scene’s somber nature, she lost focus on it and wandered back to the conversation she had with Kugisaki.

"Satoru,” A small ‘hm’ was heard from her husband as he paused the movie. “Do I deserve this?”

“Be married to the strongest and the most handsome sorcerer in history?” Shion knitted her brows. “What’s with the expression?”

“Be serious.”

“I am,” Gojo nestled his chin on the top of his wife’s head. “When it comes to you or about you, I’m always serious.”

Too distracted with doubts, Shion ignored her heart as it skipped a beat.

“Do I deserve to be here?” His wife hugged her knees. “In your arms while enjoying this mundane thing?”

'In your arms' would mean differently to Gojo, if his wife knew his feelings he held for her. Despite being married to her 8 years, he still had no intentions of professing his love. It's too dangerous, especially with the existence of Sukuna's vessel.

And, besides, if he's ever in her heart just like she does in his, he doesn't deserve it.

Yet, for now, he had some doubts to dispel on his wife.

“You deserve it and always will, because I said so.” Gojo wrapped his arms around Shion’s shoulders and tightened. “And if those doubts came from you, well, it means I have to try harder. After all, a frown doesn’t suit your pretty face, darling~"

Something warm and soft pressed against the side of her head and it sent Shion’s never ending beating heart to go faster. Was that his lips?

Realizing what it was, Shion buried her face into her hands, ignoring the hearty laughter from her Gojo. How come her husband didn’t get embarrassed from this?!

Asides from his compliments and teasing, Gojo would only go for simple gestures like hugging or holding hands. Yet, he became increasingly bold with it.

He wasn’t like this until what happened back in January.

“Has the world been kind to you, Satoru?” Shion whispered. “Not as the strongest sorcerer or the head of a clan, but as you?”

Instead of an answer, Gojo buried his face deeper on the crook of her neck and Shion felt something wet. His sadness unknowingly broke his wife’s heart. She hugged him tighter and hoped it kept him further from falling apart.

“I did expect that you like those cheesy nicknames,” Gojo teased. “Should I call you honey next?”

“N-No! And don’t!” Shion glared at him with her cheeks red. “I-it’s too much!”

For her heart to handle.

Gojo looked amused. “Then why are you blushing, Shion?”

“I-I was tired from today’s mission!” Shion responded. “Bashing through a room full of mirrors doesn’t leave me unscathed, you know.”

Oh no.

“You what?!”

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Y'all thought I'd be done? No, I also commissioned someone to draw Shion, my oc, as a part of the celebration of my story hitting to almost 1 year.

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In celebration of my story almost 1 year since its first posted and hitting milestones in AO3 that I never imagine, I have commissioned fanart not only as a treat to myself but also to my readers.

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Timeline: After the events of Star Plasma Start: Shion (17), Geto (18) End: Shion (19), Geot (20), Gojo (20)

Warnings: Slight sexual themes (One of the characters giving the talk),and Deadass heavy spoilers from the manga.

A/n: Once this chapter is up, Im playing Disney's attempt to break in the world of Visual Novel with 2D Boys known as Twisted Wonderland. I would kill for the smiling uwu kid known as Cheka and my ring finger is only for Leona Kingscholar.

Also, special thanks for @xerox-candybar for beta reading this chapter as they did wonderful job as always.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jujutsu Kaisen in one form or more as it belonged to a real life menace, Gege Akutami.

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“What do you want to do, Riko?”

Despite their short time together, Suguru knew Riko yearned to see more of the world. However, it would forever remain the wishful thinking of a lonely child. Her status as the vessel for Master Tengen would keep her from making her wish into a reality.

“I thought that the pain and sadness I felt would disappear once I merged with Tengen-sama.” The girl looked down and let out a choked sob as tears streamed down her cheeks. “But…now…I want to be with everyone!”

If that’s what Riko wants, how could Suguru deny her? Sure, he would have to fight Master Tengen and everyone who opposed her decision, but that’s alright. He and Gojo would face them head on.

After all, they’re the strongest and nothing could stop them.

“Riko,” Suguru said, extending his hand to her. “Let’s go home.”

The girl wiped her tears with the sleeves of her uniform before giving him a bright smile.

“Yeah!”

BANG!

A shot rang out as Riko fell to the side, and a crimson color started to paint the ground beneath her head.

Suguru awoke with a start, and with his hands feeling sweaty. He scanned his surroundings and was relieved to find himself in the safety of his bedroom. He ran his hand through his hair, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm down. Still in his uniform, he was too tired from a mission to change into sleepwear. He must have passed out for a few hours, because it was already night.

He tried a few times to get back to sleep by closing his eyes, meditating, and heck, counting sheep. Unfortunately, none of these worked. Maybe a quick hot shower would help him.

Like the previous attempts, the shower failed to relax him.

With a frustrated sigh, he ignored the dampness of his hair as he put on a clean white shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Taking a small stroll in the school’s surroundings should hopefully help him fucking relax.

Opening the door, he breathed in fresh air, letting the cool evening breeze touch his heated skin. Closing the door behind him, he started to walk without any particular destination in mind. He started to think about what had happened after that fateful day.

Six months had passed since the Star Plasma mission had ended in failure. Much to his surprise, he and Gojo hadn’t faced any criticisms from the higher-ups. Suguru suspected that his best friend’s influence had something to do with it, but Suguru chose not to bring it up with Gojo.

Since then, his missions have been mostly solo assignments. On extremely rare occasions, one of the underclassmen would accompany him, but most of the time he was paired with Shion

He generally enjoyed working with Shion, but there was one mission that he desperately wished he had done alone.

One month ago…

Throughout his 2nd year as a Sorcerer, Suguru had been called to the headmaster’s office many times. Most of those calls were often caused by his best friend, who always managed to get them both into trouble. A few times, it was Suguru’s own fault. This time, it was neither.

It all started with a call from Watanabe, asking Suguru to meet him at the clinic. After hanging up, Suguru noticed that something about the school’s doctor seemed off: the eerily calm voice that Watanabe had used sent shivers down Suguru’s spine.

Suguru entered the clinic, expecting the usual calm atmosphere. Instead, he set foot in what seemed to be an interrogation room – Watanabe's presence alone was intimidating enough. Suguru’s uneasiness grew when the framed certificate in gun handling glinted with malicious intent.

Had it always been hanging on the wall there, or was it new?

“Oh, you’re here.” Watanabe directed his student at the vacant chair in front of him. “This shouldn’t take very long – depending on your answer.”

Suguru raised his brow in curiosity as Watanabe casually slid a manila folder on the table. When he picked it up, he recognized that it was a mission report – specifically from the assignment he and Shion completed two days ago. It was Shion’s turn to write the report.

As he went through the file, everything seemed to be in good order. It was clear and concise… Shion even wrote the time of the event, unlike a certain someone.

Then he saw it.

After the 1st grade spirit was swallowed by Suguru Geto, I wasted no time to suck him off for a good minute.

His eyes widened at this huge mistake. Suguru reread the whole report, searching for the word ‘poison’. That was what Shion should have explained – during the mission, he took a hit that had been intended for Shion. Unfortunately for him, the cursed spirit’s tail was laced with venom that had numbed his senses in his forearm. There was nothing helpful in her first aid kit, so she had to suck it out.

No wonder why Watanabe had called him to the clinic.

Suguru opened his mouth to speak. But before he could utter a word, Watanabe raised one hand to cut the boy off as he rubbed his temples with the other.

“Geto, I know you’re more responsible than Gojo but when a man and a woman trusts each other-”

‘Am I really getting that talk?’ Suguru thought.

“I know how sex works, Sensei,” he added aloud.

“That saves me a lot of trouble explaining it, then.” Watanabe scowled at him. “Look, I don’t give two shits if you guys fucked afterwards. I just need to know if you use protection or not before my wife tans my ass for letting Shion get pregnant.”

The last bit aroused a sense of curiosity in Suguru. Why did Watanabe's wife care, and how did she even know about any of this? As far Suguru knew, she was nothing but a simple civilian. Still, he would have to indulge his curiosity later as Watanabe was growing impatient with him.

“You got it all wrong, sensei – “

Even after hearing Suguru’s side of story, Watanabe was unimpressed with the latter’s answer – as if he had expected it to be a huge misunderstanding on Shion’s part.

Grabbing a pen from his pocket, Watanabe started to doodle on his clipboard. Suguru was confused – those files seemed to be important?

“And here I thought the ‘Sugar Daddy’ discussion with Gojo and Ito was the worst,” Watanabe grumbled.

In the end, the doctor patted Suguru on the back and sent him away with a condom, which he kept hidden in his wallet, never to see the light of the day.

Suguru’s evening stroll brought him to Shion’s doorstep. Despite what happened last month, he wasn’t expecting his feet to lead him there. When he knocked on her door three times, it was like his body was still on autopilot.

After a minute or so passed, footsteps approached and the door opened, revealing Shion in her sleepwear. Shion looked surprised to see Suguru because, well, who wouldn’t? He had just showed up at her doorstep at 10 p.m, unannounced.

“Suguru-senpai?” Shion cocked her head to the side. “What brought you here?”

In reality, he doesn’t know what brought him here. Yet, there was still a small part of him that he denied his desire to see her.

“I got you something when I had a mission at Fukuoka prefecture.” Suguru rubbed the back of his neck. “But as you can see I forgot to bring it with me.”

“There’s always next time, Senpai,” Shion said.

But it suddenly occurred to Suguru that there might not be a next time – a sad reality for sorcerers like them. Before he could consider this any further, Shion replaced her reassuring smile with a concerned expression.

“Besides, what do you think you’re doing, walking around outside at night with your hair wet?”

Before he could form another excuse in his head, Shion grabbed his hand and the sudden warmth made his heart beat a little faster than he liked.

“Come inside, I’ll dry your hair.”

Suguru decided to give her a quick nod instead of speaking, just in case his answer came out as a stutter.

Shion led him inside and gestured for him to sit on the floor near her bed before grabbing her hair dryer in her bathroom. Once he settled in, Shion sat behind him on her bed and began to dry his hair.

Combined with the white noises from the hairdryer and her dainty fingers running through his hair, he oddly felt peace for the first time in a while. He was starting to like Shion’s touches more than he wanted to admit. He almost dozed off, and would have fallen asleep if not for Shion calling his name.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you tired or something?”

He shook his head, trying to clear the sleepiness that was clouding his mind. “Nah. Just feeling nice.”

Shion looked at him skeptically before she continued drying his hair. After another few minutes had passed, she finally finished drying Suguru’s hair, and Suguru chose to ask her something that had been on his mind for a while.

“Do…you ever try to find meaning in our line of work?” Suguru said, turning around to look at Shion.

“Not really,” Shion shrugged. “Saving people and exterminating cursed spirits are just an integral part of my survival in this living version of hell. I’m simply waiting for Tsukumo-san with her answers to my own questions.”

From the way that she answered, Suguru knew it was better not to press the matter about Tsukumo’s connection to her. “Once you do have it, What will you do afterwards?”

Shion closed her eyes, pondering for a good few minutes before opening it again to meet his gaze.

“I can’t say if it’ll steer me from my path as a Sorcerer or not,” Shion twiddled her fingers. “But…at least it gave me closure.”

Closure? That word sounded so simple yet so foreign to him. Was that he truly been missing? And, if so, closure for what? His disastrous escort mission? The needless and preventable deaths of Amanai and Kuroi?The shitty Non-sorcerers whom he had sworn to protect?

Well, there was no point dwelling on those questions. All he could do was try to survive. If he got lucky, maybe he'd live long enough to find his own closure.

In the meantime, if he couldn’t find closure, maybe he’d find something else from Shion.

“Is that so?”

Suguru got up from the floor and extended his hand to Shion which she immediately grabbed onto it. He placed a quick kiss on the back of her hand, making the girl pull her hand from his grasp.

“W-WHAT’S THAT FOR?!” Shion’s face became redder than a fully ripened tomato.

“I’m merely expressing my gratitude?” Suguru coyly grinned at her. “Are you perhaps embarrassed by it?”

“NO I’M NOT!”

A chuckle escaped from his lips before quickly ruffling Shion’s hair. “Whatever you say, Shio-chan~”

“SENPAI!”

Before Shion could say anything else, Suguru left her room with a slight pink on his cheeks and a comfortable warmth that made him smile like a fool.

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Halfway through his third year in the cursed world, his goal of protecting the weak and keeping the strong in check had become increasingly difficult for him to comprehend.

That was until Tsukumo Yuki, one of the three special grade sorcerers, paid a visit to college. She initially intended to meet with Gojo, but Suguru ended up spending time with her as well. During that time, she ended up lecturing Suguru about the existence of cursed energy and the origin of cursed spirits.

“Non-sorcerers lack the flow to maintain the curse energy within their body, making them more susceptible to create Cursed Spirits,“ Tsukumo said, placing her chin on her hand. “To put it bluntly, if all of humanity were sorcerers, no curses would be born.”

“Then…we should just kill all non-sorcerers.” Suguru said.

Hearing those words coming from his own mouth didn’t horrify him. Instead, a sense of relief washed over him, something that seemed like it might keep him afloat and stop him drowning in this mind-numbing sea of madness. The existing cracks in his beliefs were starting to get deeper when he processed this new information.

To his surprise, Tsukumo didn’t disregard his conclusion despite how inhumane it sounded. She actually found it to be a decent plan – or, at the very least, the easiest way to stop the never-ending war against the cursed spirits.

Shortly after his first meeting with the Special Grade Sorceress, misfortune struck.

It was supposed to be a 2nd Grade mission, and two 2nd years should be able to manage the situation on their own. But the school made a grave miscalculation, at the cost of a student’s life. Just like that, Haibara was gone – simply plucked away by death, with nobody but Nanami to witness his last moments.

Where was Shion in amidst all of this? She had been assigned a two-day mission at Kyoto, at the behest of a Zen’in brat. She wasn’t excited about it, but she couldn’t turn it down because the requestor had recommended her for a promotion from 3rd Grade to 2nd Grade. She had been looking forward to sharing the news with both of her friends, but when she returned, she received no congratulations, only a harsh slap from reality.

A few days after the fact, Suguru found himself walking around campus to kill time. Once again, he wandered on autopilot until his feet finally took him to the break room. Suguru found Shion and Nanami there already, and immediately noticed the heavy tension between them.

The girl stood on one side of the room, looking at everything but Nanami. As for Nanami, he had his nose buried in a book, completely unbothered by the situation.

Shion looked so uncomfortable that he had no choice but to step in.

“Nanami,” Suguru said, “Watanabe-sensei has been looking for you.”

The blonde sorcerer turned his attention to Suguru.

“What for?” Nanami closed his book.

“I don’t have the full details of it…” Quick Suguru! Think! “But I heard something about your medical paperwork.”

“That idiot! I bet he scribbled all over my files again.” With a frustrated sigh, Nanami got up from his seat before heading towards the exit. “That’s the second time this year…”

As Nanami left the room, Suguru approached Shion with caution as the death of their friend was still a very fresh wound, and it was best to approach it delicately.

“Something happened between you and Nanami?”

“It’s…nothing for you to be worried about, Suguru-senpai,” Shion rubbed her arm. “Me and…him just got into a small disagreement, that's all.”

It’s rare for the 7:3 sorcerer to give a cold shoulder to someone. Out of all the 2nd year students, Nanami had been the unspoken leader for as long as Suguru could remember. Despite Nanami’s moodiness, he always had to be the one to step in to keep his classmates in check. Understandable, because Shion was prone to disappearing along with Haibara in tow.

Weirdly enough, that’s what had caused the three of them to become so close: Shion and Haibara unintentionally getting into trouble, despite Nanami’s best attempts to stop them – which made it harder for the two friends to fill the void that Haibara left.

“How are you holding up?” Suguru asked.

“I’m fine,” Shion crossed her arms. “I find it pointless to mourn for the dead. It’s not like my tears would bring him back.” She spoke with such finality, the lack of emotions in her words almost made her seem like a different person.

Suguru knew better that the nonchalant expression she wore implied that she was okay. Even so, her eyes screamed in pain, and she kept her arms to herself as if she was trying to hold together. She looked so vulnerable, as if she could crumble at any moment.

Without even realizing it, Suguru pulled the girl into his embrace, hoping to stop her from falling apart any further.

Shion tensed for a brief moment before leaning into Suguru, burying her face into his broad chest. He could feel the tremors in her hands, but that wasn’t what worried him the most.

The way she cried silently, letting out pained sobs only for the both of them to hear; it was almost similar to a cry for help. His hand slowly moved to cup the back of her head, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the nape of her neck. Her cries became a little louder and he held her tighter. He didn’t really know what he was doing, and there were still so many things he wanted to do for her.

He wanted to protect her. He wanted to make sure she was alright, and would always be alright. They stood in silence for a moment, until he released her. The girl wiped her tears once again, trying to put on a brave facade. But there were still cracks within it all.

“A-ah…Sorry…” Shion looked down to avoid his gaze. “I…didn’t…mean to-”

“You’ll be alright,” Suguru gave a quick pat on Shion’s shoulder. “You have to be.”

Suguru regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. What a shitty thing to say to someone who’s grieving. He wanted to punch himself for sounding so inconsiderate.

“O…Okay,” Not really knowing what else to say, she took a deep breath, composing herself.

She gave him a forced small smile. “I’ll try my best not to be affected by it. If you’ll excuse me, I have a mission to go to.”

Before Suguru could respond, she walked away, leaving the boy all alone in the break room. He clenched his fist in frustration. As much as he wanted to take his words back, It’s not like he could change the past, or make her forget it.

So instead, he’d just have to keep hoping that she would pull through, and that everything would eventually be okay.

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It was that beautiful, fleeting hour of the night – not quite midnight – and the sounds of cicadas filled the air with a constant buzz. Suguru found himself in the college gardens, basking in the moonlight as the gentle breeze brought a cool welcome to his warm skin.

He knew that, like many things in his life, this peaceful scene wouldn’t last nearly as long as he wanted. He used this rare moment of tranquility to reflect on his past five years as a sorcerer.

Preciousness of the weak? And their ugliness? The lines between them had become so blurry that Suguru could no longer tell them apart. And everytime he tried to differentiate between them, the same memory always haunted him.

The thunderous applause from the crowd. Their smiling, callous faces. And Gojo standing in the center, dazed, holding the corpse of Amanai Riko.

And at some point of his life, a simple question had begun to plague him. What’s the point of protecting these worthless monkeys? They’re the damn reason why everything about this world is so fucked up. Their existence is nothing but an insult to those who are Sorcerers.

“It’s been a while, Suguru-san”

He turned to the side and found none other than Shion, bearing a small yet tired smile on her face.

“It’s been five months and I say it's overdue.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “How's living with Satoru, Shion Gojo?”

“Fine.” Shion’s voice trailed off, looking at the flower patches near them. “We’re both so busy with work.”

Suguru knew that she was lying from the moment that she averted from his gaze. It reminded him of when they first met, and his initial impression of her; she always had her guard up. Honestly, he couldn’t blame her. She needed to be more careful now than ever, especially in light of recent events.

“Due to the success of her promotional mission and her efforts in the service of humanity, Ito Shion should be promoted to a 1st Grade Sorcerer.”

An explosion of murmurs erupted as Suguru observed Shion standing in the middle of the room. This should be a happy moment. She should be grateful.

So, why is she being treated like a criminal? Her hands and feet should be free from the cold chains. The plain white kimono she wore made it seem as if she were dressed for her own funeral. The stoic expression on her face told everything: she was done with life itself.

“However, after further careful deliberation, we think such rank would not be suitable for someone of her caliber. As such, we hereby officially recognize Ito Shion as a Special Grade Sorcerer.”

Recognized? What a load of bull. The Jujutsu community didn’t care about “service to humanity” — at the end of the day, they didn’t care who survived, or didn’t. Because at the end of the day, it was never about individual lives – only about meeting the quotas that come along with their status. The rank “Special Grade” is merely a watchlist for those who they deemed as dangerous.

Someone loudly cleared their throat, pulling Suguru back to reality from his thoughts. He noticed the room went quiet once again.

“As much as we want this to be a joyous occasion —”

How could they say that without looking at Shion in disgust?

“— misuse of her technique could cause the very foundations of our world to collapse. Without a clan to keep her in check, we simply cannot in good conscience allow her to live. In light of this, Ito Shion shall be executed immediately for the danger she holds.”

What a bullshit conclusion! If that was really how things worked, why did no one raise their voice for his execution? He wasn’t born into a clan, so he had no allegiance to anyone but himself. Like Shion, his technique was also considered one of the strongest. The ability to manipulate cursed spirits to his will should be enough to warrant his death.

Why did it have to be Shion?

“Could we wrap this up early?” Gojo asked, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. “Me and Shion have to speak with our wedding planner in less than 8 minutes.”

Everyone in the room (except for Tsukumo, Shion and Watanabe) turned their heads to look at Gojo so quickly they almost broke their necks, astonishment written on all their faces.

“What’s with everyone’s reaction?” Gojo’s lips curled into a smirk. He seemed to be enjoying the ‘scandal’ he caused.

“Have you not heard of the news? I, Gojo Satoru, the head of the Gojo clan, will be marrying my betrothed, Ito Shion, on the 24th day of March 2009.”

Many were livid or shocked at the news – inside the courtroom, and out. They were quite vocal about their opposition towards Gojo’s arrangement with Shion. Some claimed that he must be up to no good, considering his not-so-pristine reputation.

Still, they went silent when Gojo politely reminded them that he can and will kill them all with a single blast of his cursed technique. Especially if they kept bad-mouthing his betrothed.

As he observed all this chaos unfolding, a question popped into Suguru’s head. Rather than pushing it aside, he chose to entertain the thought for his own curiosity. Did Gojo intervene out because he truly cared for Shion? Or because she had a role to play in his future plans?

Whatever the reason, all Suguru could hope was that Gojo would look after Shion… but judging from the exhaustion in her eyes, his best friend clearly wasn’t doing his job. And if Suguru had to guess, Gojo may have put a good distance between him and his wife out of his own selfishness.

"Shion,” Suguru started. “Will you do me a favor?”

“What is it?”

“Come closer, and I’ll tell you.”

Shion complied, and moved forward until she was only a ruler’s length away from him. She waited patiently for Suguru to speak, noticing how deeply he was absorbed in his own thoughts.

As much as he wanted to whisk Shion away and protect her from this cursed world, Suguru restrained himself for three reasons:

First, she’s married to a man who has been in love with her for 4 years and counting – even if Gojo was in denial for most of them.

Second, maybe this marriage could benefit them both. Shion might finally be the one to bring her husband down from Heaven’s solitude – or perhaps,with Gojo’s help, she might become strong enough to rise from Earth and stand equal to him.

Finally, Suguru knew that he could never give Shion the happiness that she deserved. Once he went astray, he would have to travel a path full of thorns, leaving a trail of corpses of Non-Sorcerers behind.

Because of this, he went for the second best option.

Suguru pulled Shion into his embrace and no words were spoken between them. He simply held her for a moment, and then he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Instead of warmth, a bittersweet feeling formed in his chest. Why? Was it because Shion would never be his in this lifetime? Or because he was giving her the sense of comfort that he needed but never dared ask for?

Although a small part of him hoped to see her familiar flustered state, the one he’d notice on their first mission and many times after, indicating she still had some feelings for him. That her heart also beats for him.

Instead, a dumbfounded expression appeared on Shion's face. Suguru just smiled and released her as if nothing had happened.

He walked away without a glance and headed towards his dorm. Suguru felt so empty. He didn’t know why — he just wanted things to go back to how they used to be. Yet he knew it was a futile wish, he had already accepted his true fate.

Still, that didn’t stop him making a silent promise:

Shion, if I ever raised my hand against you out of hatred, please drag my soul to the deepest level of hell…

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SEPTEMBER 2009

“I’m home.”

Shion’s tired voice echoed through the empty hallways of their house as her side began to throb painfully. She winced as she lifted her shirt, only for her to find a red stain soaking her bandages.

She couldn’t help but shake her head in annoyance as she headed towards the bathroom. She opened the medicine cabinet, grabbing a fresh set of bandages and a bottle of painkillers.

It was too late for her to return to the clinic — besides, she still had to make dinner.

Shion sighed heavily before opening the bottle, taking out a few pills and swallowing them without water. She then carefully applied enough pressure to slow the bleeding as she waited for the medication to take effect. Eventually, the pills worked their magic.

Shion replaced the bandages and was relieved to find that her stitches hadn’t come undone — even so, she made a mental note to visit the clinic first thing in the morning.

To freshen up, Shion washed her face with cold water before checking her reflection in the mirror. Damn, she looked fucking ugly. Usually, she didn’t need much make-up to cover her imperfections. However, the dark circles beneath her eyes were getting worse and her complexion had lost its glow.

Well…this is what she gets for losing her grip on reality.

Since getting married, everything had become much too hectic and complicated. Shion didn’t know how to navigate these waters called life anymore. She was drowning in it all, with nothing around to save her. Nobody would reach for her hand — not even her husband, who had vowed to always support her.

Gojo’s vows were only empty promises of a selfish man who dedicated himself to nothing but his own ideals — and those were the only thing Shion greatly respected him about.

But then again, did she even have the right to complain? He had only married her out of pure convenience. She already knew her place the moment he said those words to her:

“Don’t die until I say so, Shion.” He lowered his shades so that she could see his dangerously beautiful blue irises. “—or you’ll face the consequences.”

After a quick change of clothes and a touch of concealer, Shion headed towards the kitchen to make dinner. Yet, before she could even begin cooking, she had to deal first with the dirty dishes piled up in the sink. Not only that, she caught on the sight of small stains on the stove and some dust bunnies that scurried underneath the dining table — they needed to be dealt with, as well.

When was the last time she cleaned the house? Had it already been a week?

There were so many things that needed to be done, but so little time to do them all.

Shion shook her head, getting a hold of herself. She had to think about her priorities: her top objective was to finish dinner before Gojo returned home. Surely, he would be quite hungry and tired from back to back missions. That’s what she heard from Shoko last week.

‘I should have made a quick stop at his favorite cake shop earlier,’ Shion thought.

Alright — she would just have to cook a very delicious meal to make up for the lack of dessert.

“I thought you won’t be home till 9.”

A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts, tearing her gaze away from the dirty sink to the direction of the sound. Her golden eyes met a pair of black sunglasses, covering lustrous blue eyes.

“The mission concluded earlier than expected,” Shion answered as she put away some of the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. “As for dinner, I-”

“I took Megumi and his sister to dinner a while ago.” Gojo took off his coat before hanging it on his arm. “And you?”

She immediately lost her appetite. Would it hurt Gojo to fucking text her just once?!

Shion internally sighed in frustration at the latter’s inconsiderate behavior. Still, it was better to bite her tongue than to spew venomous words at Gojo. On her behalf, he already had to deal with enough bullshit from the higher ups.

She nodded. “I went with Nanami before we went our separate ways.”

The room became quiet once again and Shion didn’t like it. She tried her best to distract herself from the suffocating silence while washing the dishes. A small hum escaped her from her lips to mask her pained grunt when she accidentally cut one of her fingers.

Gojo chose to cut the silence with a question.

“You saw the news.”

Shion stopped washing the dishes.

“Yes.”

“Do you blame him?”

Geto Suguru is now considered the most dangerous cursed-user after he single-handedly massacred 112 civilians in a village.

When Shion first heard the news, she didn��t want to believe it. She called Suguru’s number over and over, but it kept on going straight to an automated voicemail. How could someone like him kill so many innocent people for no reason?

After the 8th failed attempt to reach Suguru, she went in-person to his parents’ home. But she did not find Suguru — only the bloody remains of his mother and father. Shion panicked at the sight and ran as quickly as possible, desperate to leave before anybody saw her and pegged her as an accomplice.

Only Yaga knew that she had gone to Suguru’s home. When she first reported Suguru's act of parricide, she made him promise not to tell anyone her secret — not even Gojo, even though he and Suguru had been so close. Why? Because she didn’t want to bother her husband..

But…that doesn’t answer her husband’s question…Does she blame Suguru for his crimes? Yes and no. It sounded confusing because it was confusing. Yes, Suguru was responsible for those atrocities, but she couldn’t blame him.

The selfish nature of their job as Sorcerers is too much to ask for a kind-hearted individual like Geto.

She finally broke the silence with her answer. “I don’t blame Geto for it.”

Her husband scanned her expression, only for Shion's heart to crack a bit as she noticed the sliver of distrust in his eyes.

“Is that so?” Gojo started to make his way to his bedroom. "I’m gonna go to sleep.”

Shion quickly wiped her hands on her apron before loosening the strings. “Let me draw you a bath, then —“

Without sparing a glance, Gojo replied. “Thanks, but I’m too tired.”

Shion heard the door to her husband’s room closed, leaving her all alone with a dangerous thought:

This is no better than being dead.

The thought came suddenly, unbidden, like it had never left her mind before she got married to this man. It did nothing to soothe the ache in her chest that was slowly growing ever stronger. She shook herself from her reverie, forcing herself to confront reality once more.

This cold and empty house would now be her home until she died.

This marriage was for convenience’s sake, and nothing else.

This another chance at life is an insult to the living.

And, she’s fine with it. She had to be.

Shion went to her room and curled up into a ball on her bed. She took in several long deep breaths, getting her emotions under control once again. It took some time and she struggled to blink back tears.

Despite her overwhelming sadness, nothing could stop her from sending a prayer for him.

I pray that you may find the peace you long for in this never-ending conflict, Suguru.

#jjk fanfic #gojo x oc #gojo satoru x oc #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #geto suguru x oc #geto suguru x reader #geto x oc #geto angst

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We Tried

Oikawa Toru x Fem!Reader

Tags: It'll be a surprise, Oikawa slander I guess

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"We tried, Toru." You cut him off before a tired smile curls to your lips.

A/n: This one is for an Oikawa fucker who is my friend, the same person who requested the Itadori angsts in my blog. I tried my best to capture his personality because I have only seen the first episode of Haikyuu. So, I do apologize in advance and pls don't come at me with torches and pitchforks.

Unedited btw

Disclaimer: I don't own Haikyuu and if I did, my friend would most likely pull up at my house and demand a dating sim of it.

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Five years you've known an idiot named Oikawa Toru as you went to the same junior high as him. Idiot? Well, that's because of your first meeting at a park.

"She's finally awake, Trashykawa." A boy with dark brown hair and sharp green eyes scowled at his friend.

"Thank goodness!" Trashykawa(?), the boy with a charming brown eyes, exclaimed. "I thought my volleyball career would be immediately over with your carelessness."

Carelessness?! Wasn't he the one who hit you with a volleyball right on your face?! Where the heck did he got the audacity to blame you?!

Because of those questions, you snapped.

"First of all, It's your fault!" Your cheeks started to twitch in annoyance. "Second, What kind of set was that?! My grandmother could have done a better job than you and she's in her 70's!"

After that eventful day, he pesters you quite enough for you to bend and said yes to be his friend. On the bright side, Iwaizumi won't be suffering alone from keeping his childhood friend in check.

400 days into your friendship you realize your feelings for him has evolve into more than friends. Whenever he invites you to his practice matches or games, you always find yourself breathless as you watch him play.

Aside the passion he has for volleyball, he treats you different. Sure, someone call you a cliche bitch for falling the usual trope but in your defense, you strongly deny it at first.

Yet, slowly but surely, that idiot always find a way for you to fall for his charms. Eventually, you find his smiles more charming than they already are. His compliments makes your heart skip a beat. Lastly, his kindness finally seal the deal for you.

Three summers has passed ever since you first met him but something happened underneath the night sky full of fireworks. It left you becoming the happiest girl in the world.

"So..." You awkwardly rubbed your neck. "When did you realize you fell for me?"

"When I first saw you before you passed out."

"If I remember it correctly, you blame me for your mistake."

Your eyes widened at seeing Oikawa being flustered. "I was panicking, okay?! Can you blame me though?! When I hit the most beautiful girl I have seen with a volleyball!"

Embarrassed, you averted from his gaze to the side. "Whatever you say, Idiot."

"Correction," He pressed his lips against the back of your hand. "It's your idiot."

It was all sunshine and rainbows with the amount of affection you've given to him. In return, you'll be receiving twice of it with his hugs and kisses. Like a naive person, you believe that everything will be alright as long he's right next to you.

However, all good things must come to an end.

Two months after your 15th birthday where things get messy and the rose-colored tint over your eyes starts to fade.

It all started when Oikawa starts to not showing up on your dates. You give him a pass for it because he always look tired whenever you see him during homeroom.

But, You have to put your foot down when he didn't show up at the amusement park. Not only he made a promise to you, but also, you find out from Matsukawa that your boyfriend forgot he had a date with you.

Aftewards, you two have a very serious talk that ended up for the both of you to try this relationship to work.

You try to be more understanding by simply put his needs first and yours second. Yet, it's a failed attempt when you feel a sliver of resent.

He try to have more time with you by focusing less time on his studies. He can't forsake his practices. However, he gets an earful not only from his mom but also from the coach for failing a test three times in a row.

You two kept trying and trying until your both mentally and physically exhausted. If it weren't for Iwaizumi's intervention, you two might end up cursing and screaming at each other.

One full year finally give you the courage to break the news to him.

As the sun goes down, leaving with an orange sky, You patiently wait for him outside of the gymnasium. He finally arrive, heaving the bag on his shoulder as he walks towards you with his usual confident smile.

"I hope I didn't make you wait too long for me." Then, he press a quick kiss on your cheek.

"No worries," You reassure him. "Let's go home then."

Oikawa extends his hand to you and you grab it. Now that you think about it, this will be the last time you'll be walking next to him while feeling a sense of comfort from his warm hand.

A sense of wanderlust guides you two for a small detour in a park on your way home.

You find it ironic since this is the same park you two first met. You never thought that the place you start your relationship with him will be the same where you end things with him.

None of you dare to break the comfortable silence but you chose to pierce it with your voice.

"Toru," You hear a small 'hm' from Oikawa. "I...think we should break up."

Like a magic spell, he immediately looks at you with utter confusion. He can't believe what he's hearing, right now. Surely, you can't be serious?

"You mean a breather right?" Oikawa chuckles. "You gave me quite a scare with your joke."

Except, there's not a glint of mischief present in your eyes.

Only exhaustion.

"Listen, I-"

"We tried, Toru." You cut him off before a tired smile curls to your lips. "And even if we do have more time, I don't want to use it to teach myself to resent you."

Hearing the word resent from you finally brings your boyfriend from the suspended reality he used to be in. A reality where you and him are still madly in love with one another.

He clears his throat before he say anything else. "Then...May I hold you one more time?"

You only give him a nod and with a sense of urgency, Oikawa pulls you into a hug. The trembles in his hands, the tightness in his hug, and the deep breaths he takes – It's as if he's trying his best to remember everything about you.

It's feels like a forever had pass by when he lets go of you. Seeing the forced smile on his face almost falter your resolve, but you steel it through. You both need this.

With a small wave and smile, "I'll see you whenever at school then, Oikawa."

You start to walk away from him and not looking back. Meanwhile, Oikawa stared at your figure getting smaller until he can no longer see you.

He wants to call out your name and hope you'll run back to him. But he's too much of a coward to do so.

If his love is hurting you, then there's no other choice but to let you go. He can't bear the thought of you hating him.

Somehow, the box in Oikawa's pocket becomes heavy with guilt.

#oikawa x y/n #oikawa fic #Oikawa angst #oikawa x you #oikawa x reader #haikyuu fic #oikawa toru angst #oikawa toru x y/n

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Timeline:

Heart Forecast & Unfortunate: Gojo (18), Shion (17)

Blessings: Gojo (27), Shion (26)

A/N: And now this story in tumblr should be up to date with the one I had in AO3. I may explore more on Naoya and Shion's interaction somewhere in the future if something just pops into my head.

As for why I wrote these three short stories, they're just sitting in my drafts and I feel it would be a waste not to publish them.

Disclaimer: I don't own JJK as it belonged to a Vol. 0 movie goer, Gege Akutami.

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Heart Forecast

Every year on the 14th of February, normal shit becomes more expensive than it already is. People spend thousands of yen planning the perfect gift/date for their partners. There's no room for error or it'll be the one-way ticket to break-up.

It’s also the perfect day to annoy the fuck out of singles. Usually, it's about their never-changing relationship status or them never getting a date.

As for Gojo Satoru, he had been on a couple of dates last year. He only went with them to his boredom. At least, he got free chocolates from the girls he used to date.

But, for this year? Gojo was sure enough that he won’t be getting any. Yet, if he had to expect, most likely one of his exes. He had some who couldn't accept the outcome of their relationship. They would do it out of false hope of getting back together.

Before someone pointing fingers at him, Gojo was clear as fucking day when he broke up with them. He had Geto and Shoko to back up his claims.

Ever since meeting Shion, the idea of meeting other girls doesn’t sound appealing anymore. When he learned of the Shion’s true feelings towards his best friend, he went back to his old ways. Yet, it proved to be pointless.

Although it provided him a moment of distraction. His mind kept going back to Shion. Gojo gave up in his fifth try and chose to keep burying it whenever it resurfaced.

"Gojo-senpai!"

Speaking of the devil.

Gojo looked behind and saw his favourite first year running towards him.

"I won't be taking much of your time, Senpai," Shion began to rummage through her school bag. "I only need a minute!"

Gojo raised his brows in curiosity as he waited for her. It’s rare for his favorite first-year student to be looking for him unless something important comes up.

However, his gut told him otherwise because today's Valentines Day.

According to some of the Shoujo manga, yes he read some of them when he's bored. This occasion served as the perfect time for someone to confess their love.

Could this mean Shion will declare her love for him? If that were the case, when?! Should he said yes? But what if she got rejected by Suguru and went for him out of rebound?

“Here,” Shion gave him a bag of handmade chocolates. “I hope it's up to your standards.”

"Wait, that's it?" It earned him a confused look on Shion's face. "Aren't you going to profess your undying love to your handsome senpai?"

Gojo found himself amused when Shion's blank face exploded into a blushing mess in a split second.

"I-I mean I do like you but not in that sense! If anything, I-WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS!?"

The first-year student ran in the opposite direction from him. Yet, she missed the rare opportunity to see Gojo's red face with a lopsided grin.

Geto, who arrived at the scene from Shion's direction, dumbfounded at the sight of Shion ran past by him.

"What's with the stupid smile on your-Ah, I see." The sight of the chocolates in his friend's grasp makes him not question it further.

"Aren't I lucky?" Gojo dangled his gift in front of Geto's face. "To receive such gratitude in the form of chocolates."

"You're not special," Geto pulled out a bag of chocolates from his pocket. "I have it too."

Once Gojo processed his best friend’s words, he did the most reasonable thing. He snatched it from Geto’s grasp and made a run for it.

“GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

"I NEED THIS MORE THAN YOU, ASSHOLE!"

And that’s the story of how Gojo and Geto got themselves an hour long sermon from the principal.

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Unfortunate First Meeting of Naoya Zen'in

"You need to throw more weight into your swings, Nanamin." Shion said as she wiped her sweat from her forehead while holding her staff in her free hand.

"Will you stop calling me that?" Nanami got up from the ground before dusting off the dust from his tracksuit.

"I don't see anything wrong with it." Haibara stated, bringing his arms behind his head. "If anything, it'll make you more approachable to others."

"I agree," Shion nodded before giving her classmate a thumbs up. "It has a cute and simple tune to it, easy for everyone to remember."

Nanami let out an annoyed sigh before shaking his head.

"Shion Ito?"

Shion turned around, and the other two turned their attention to the direction of the voice. They saw a boy around their age with blonde hair, but the tips of his hair were black. She had a bad feeling about this.

"And you must be?" Shion cocked her head to the side.

"The future leader of the great Zen'in clan." The blonde boy introduced himself with an arrogant smirk. "Naoya Zen'in"

"I have to admit," Naoya scanned Shion from head to toe. His gaze on her as if he’s an appraiser determining the value of a prized item. Shion had to admit, the boy before her could be more annoying than a certain white-haired student.

"I didn't expect Tsukumo's student to be a girl. Despite the eyepatch, she picked someone with a pretty face at least."

"You must be here for the Goodwill event coming up." Haibara suggested, hoping to change the subject before things escalated. "Are you here to train with us?"

"With the girl included?" Naoya scoffed. "Don't make me laugh. A woman's sole purpose is to support a man from three steps behind. If they fail to do so, they deserve death."

Haibara looked upset at what he had heard from the latter. Nanami clenched his fists as if he was preventing to do something reckless. As for Shion, she still retained her aloofness, but the tightened grip on her staff said otherwise.

Without a word, Shion got close to Naoya and the boy got offended by it. Where did this girl got the audacity to approach him within his personal space?

She hadn’t earned the privilege to see him up close. It looked like he had to be the one to teach her place.

"Got a problem with it?" Naoya asked. "It's not like I said something wrong-"

Despite being the son of the fastest sorcerer, Naoya didn’t register what happened. All he felt was something hard smack across his cheek.

Nanami and Haibara watched the Zeni’n’s body fell to the side, unconscious. They looked at Shion with their jaws drop. Yet, they wore two different expressions; amazed and disbelief.

“There’s a mosquito on his cheek.”

True to her word, Shion raised her hand and there it was; a squashed mosquito on the palm of her hand.

Unbeknownst to her, that’s how Naoya started taking an interest in her on this particular day. He swore he'd do whatever it takes to make her stay by his side.

After all, becoming the next clan head of the Zen'in clan requires a wife like Shion.

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Blessings for you everyday

“I’m home…” Gojo announced while taking off his bandages.

The sound of his tired voice echoed throughout their shared house. Not a second passed by, He heard footsteps coming from the living room.

“Ah, Satoru.”

Immediately, Gojo felt his breath got taken away at the sight of his wife. Her usual messy hair is now tied up in a neat bun. A tint of pink dusted her pale cheeks that compliments her red lips. The dark blue dress she wore hugs her figure in the right places. He couldn’t help but stare and take in every detail as he walked towards her.

"Oh, hello beautiful stranger~" Gojo offers his hand to Shion with a charming smile on his face. "May I take you out on a date in this fine evening we have?"

Instead of an answer, Shion scanned him from head to toe. Once she's done, her head tilted to the side with a curious look.

"Did you forget what date today is?"

'Today's December 7th, what's so important about it?' Gojo thought. Should he pretend or play dumb?

“Of course, I remember!” Gojo let out a chuckle before giving his wife a smile. “I’m not like you who forgot to bring the kids home from Disneyland.”

“T-that was one time!” Shion argued.

“What about that one time where Megumi found you in a-”

“SATORU!”

A defeated sigh escaped from his wife’s lips. Shion knew she couldn’t win this one. She would let this one slide because it’s a special day.

Meanwhile, Gojo began racking his brain for important dates. If it weren’t for the missions and the pressure from the higher ups, he wouldn't be in this situation.

It couldn’t be their wedding anniversary because he remembered a crucial detail. Under the cherry blossom, he remembered how beautiful she looked in a *shiromuku as she walked next to him.

Her birthday? That’s not it. The wallpaper of his lock screen was proof of it. He took it on her 23rd birthday as they watched the sunrise of a new year.

Back then, Gojo didn't have the intention to take a candid picture of Shion. Yet, her smile, her blushing cheeks and the angle of the sunlight made him want to capture it.

If that's not it, what could it be then?

“I'm sorry, Satoru”

Those words pulled Gojo back from reality and his mind went into a bit of a panic state. Because of this, questions started to form in his head.

What is she feeling sorry for? Shouldn't he be the one apologizing to her?

Immediately, he enveloped his wife into a hug and her warmth melted away his fatigue. The intoxicating scent of her perfume wanted to take Shion all night long. However, Gojo had to bury that desire as his top priority is to make her feel better.

“It’s alright, Shion,” Gojo stopped hugging her before he took her small hand into his. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“I appreciate it, but…” Shion scratched her cheek. “It doesn’t change the fact that the reservation I made for your birthday got canceled at the last minute."

Wait, today is his birthday? He needed some kind of confirmation about this.

Thanks to his six eyes, he managed to take a peek at Shion's planner that was lying open on the coffee table.

Dec. 7, 2016 - Idiot's birthday @ his favorite restaurant in Ginza What to do? They canceled my reservation. (;﹏;)

“It’s fine,” Gojo reassured her. “The birthday gift I want is already here.”

“What is it?” Shion asked.

“It’s right in front of me!”

At first, Shion blankly looked at her husband. In front of him? What could he mean by that? The only thing that’s before him is her…

“H-HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE?!”

#gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x oc #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru x oc #gojo satoru x reader

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