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chuluoyi · 5 months

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✎ rivals... in love?

- gojo satoru x reader

gojo is in shambles—so suguru might have a crush on you too?

genre: high school!gojo being a menace but pls spare him he just can't take losing, you see... crack, totally jealous!gojo, justice for geto, enemies to lovers, fluff

note: people have been asking for this so this is up next! i'm writing this while listening to bigbang's bang bang bang and fantastic baby so if gojo is a bit unhinged... you know why

a part of gojo's love entries

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No way. There is just no way.

Satoru felt his eyes itch and twitch uncomfortably. Despite the opaque black tint of his sunglasses, he could still distinctly see you happily giggling.

“Geto-san, that’s so funny!”

With Suguru. His ride or die. Your massive crush.

Your crisp laughter rang in his ears, scorching his ego and igniting it in flames—that was precisely the reaction he had hoped to receive from you too!

"Aren't they just cute?" Yaga was suddenly beside him with a wistful smile, looking at you and his other student a few feet away. "What do the television say again... a perfect match? In this case, a perfect match made in jujutsu school, then."

And responding to your bubbly self, creating the very picture of perfect match made in jujutsu school indeed, Suguru was every bit as enthusiastic. “Nah, wait until you see this—”

"Perfect match my ass," Satoru grumbled outwardly, rolling his eyes, but he immediately dashed away before his teacher could bonk him in the head for cussing.

It was harmless conversation, or jokes, or whatever. Because Suguru couldn't possibly reciprocate your feelings. His type is women of gravure magazines—Satoru had deemed it as such.

…Right?

At this point, he wasn't in enough denial to say that he didn't like you, because he had made it so clear that he was, in fact, obsessed. He wasn’t shying away from the things he did, which included annoying you constantly, asking you out after school, helping you in missions, and sending you few pick up lines here and there.

And he thought he was certain he could whisk you off your feet. After all, who else could measure up to him and win?

Heh, no one.

(or basically that's just him ignoring the intrusive little voice in his mind that whispered, “Suguru!”)

“So what's with the nice act, huh?” Satoru blew his bangs in a huff as he questioned his best friend with a twinge of dissatisfaction. “Do you like her or something?”

Suguru quirked his eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb. I have noticed how you two have been joined at the hip lately,” and with deliberate intention to spite his best friend, he made the sourest face as he mockingly recited, “Wait till you see this~”

Instantly realizing what he meant, Suguru burst into a loud snicker. “Come on, Satoru, really? Surely you aren't that petty. We were just chatting—”

“Not that. I know. What I'm asking now is that do you like her or not?”

It wasn't a rare sight to see Satoru with a pout and a frown, and usually he'd humor him. But this time, even Suguru could see that there was something different in the way he asked this. And should he say something that irked him then—

“Heh, so what if I am?”

That's the wrong answer.

Satoru halted abruptly, whipping his head around in sheer shock. "What the heck?"

“She’s a nice junior, kind, easy on the eyes,” Suguru shrugged, flashing him a dauntless smile. “Only a fool would let the chance pass up. Satoru, if you keep dawdling, one of these days, I just might—”

“Wha—hey!? That’s totally foul—!”

“Nah, they do say all is fair in love and war now, isn’t it?”

By a mind-boggling twist of events, apparently his best friend was also a guy after his dream girl. Satoru was irked, challenged, and he would never admit it, but a tiny part of him recoiled because Suguru clearly had an early start and a boost—you favored him first.

This was unexpected, and now he was conjuring up various scenarios of what he should do. He must act fast or else...

Little did he know that Suguru was thoroughly relishing his restlessness.

Everyone around you said that your relationship with Gojo Satoru... is intriguing to say the least. And especially ever since that one botched mission you two went, you also felt there was a shift in your dynamics.

And if by intriguing they mean him constantly blocking your way and invading your space, then yes, it definitely is.

"Okay, okay, but wait, just hear me out!"

You halted your steps and faced him with an annoyed frown. You really had no time for this. You were about to be sent on a mission. "Gojo, really, can't you just—"

"Okay, I know he's dashing, or whatever," he huffed, the last word he said with a hint of disdain. "But hear me out, and I'm sure you'll reconsider."

"Who are you talki—"

"Who else!? Suguru, of course!"

You couldn't possibly arch your eyebrow even higher, and before you could say anything, he somehow took it as his cue to keep going.

“First, he eats curses. Cursed spirits! He eats them like rice balls! Can you imagine just how foul the taste is?”

"Gojo, I don't have the time—"

"Then! Going from that, just imagine kissing him," he stressed, eyeing you intensely as your own eyes felt like popping out by the sheer suggestion. "What if you taste the cursed spirits rice ball?"

"You're unbeliev—"

"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friends—"

"He's your best friend!" you finally interjected, obviously and utterly in shock by his unhinged rambling. "How could you say all of that?"

"No, you're getting me wrong." Satoru's clicked his tongue. "I'm just listing facts why it's better for you not to end up with him."

You barked a dry laugh. "And? Better with you, you mean? That's awfully biased."

"Why yes of course! Self-promo is never bad," he blatantly retorted. "Let me just tell you aallll you need to know about me!"

He audibly cracked his knuckles and puffed out his chest. "You know already, I'm strong. I can protect you well. My cursed technique doesn't involve eating curses, so you don't have to worry about tasting the said curses on my lips."

How could he blurt all of this with that perpetually playful expression? A chuckle escaped you unwittingly and that only spurred him to go on.

"And I'm handsome!" he boldly claimed, pointing at his face with pride. "And obviously I don't need to say this, but I'm filthy rich—"

At that, you burst into hearty laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.

Satoru's eyes sparkled, lit as if someone had just made his day. "All in all, you know what I mean. Everything with me, all of it is going to be fantastic!"

Even you couldn't deny that all of this exchange had been so amusing. Hilariously so. "You're down bad, huh?" you tried to taunt, although it seemed like a burst of snicker. Yet, you were caught off-guard when he said:

"For you?" his little smirk made your insides suddenly all jumbled up. "Yes."

Huh? What is this? Your bravado faltered a bit as your heart did a somersault inside.

It wasn't supposed to thump this hard. You weren't supposed to feel this overwhelming urge to squeal too. And your face wasn't supposed to grow this hot...

Seeing that, Satoru celebrated his little win, a wicked smile on his glistening lips—that somehow looked rather attractive to you now. "How? Thinking twice now, are we?"

But he couldn't believe that after all this, you would still cunningly retort with, "Ha! You wish, Gojo Satoru."

His stunned face was so comical that you chuckled once again. You wanted to rebuff him more, but before you could, Haibara's voice called you from a distance. "Heeey! Let's go! Or we're gonna be late!"

"I suppose that's my cue," you lightly shrugged, and before you left him in a dust, you could've sworn you saw a flicker of brewing tantrum behind those glasses, which brought a smirk on your face. "See ya, try harder, and I might look at your way."

Satoru was at his wit's end as he saw you sauntering away. What more that he could do so that you could be his? To keep your eyes on him and him only?

And yet, little did he know, in that beginning of summer in 2006, even before you realized it yourself, you had already did.

Epilogue

In another corner of the school, eagerly spying on you were...

"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friends—"

"Did he just..." Suguru gaped, utterly in disbelief at what his own best friend said of him. "Did he just say that?"

Shoko let out a satisfied guffaw. "Oh, he definitely did."

"I can't believe he's tarnishing my name over a girl."

"Well, you know very well he could do way worse than that just to get what he wants," she threw him a thin smile, while exhaling a puff of smoke. "And hey, you lose. You gotta pay me."

Suguru turned to her in surprise. "Huh? Oh—oh, darn it. Shoko, can't you be less stingy?"

"Well, whose bright idea was it to pull that stunt on him and bet on whether Gojo would approach her in less than a day?"

-> continue to extended cut !

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cinnamoneve · 3 months

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𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚.

atelophobia \ əˌtɛləˈfəʊbɪə \ (n.) - the fear of imperfection of not being good enough.

❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x gn!reader ❆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: satoru's been valued only what he could offer others, until he met you. ❆ 𝐰𝐜: 1.3k ❆ 𝐚/𝐧: more of a self indulgent character study to get back into the swing of writing !!! pls enjoy <3 ❆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none :3

satoru gojo held many roles and titles in his life. he was a son, a sorcerer, teacher, role model, a special grade, the honored one, the strongest. the strongest. whatever that was supposed to mean.

he knew what it meant, sure, but the lines were blurred a bit around the parameters of what exactly his role was. he was satoru, gojo-san, gojo-sensei, and whatever sweet term of endearment you thought up for him. between that, satoru’s identity and purpose got muddled as the titles and meaning were ever-changing.

he didn’t feel a certain way about any of it, really. or so he thought. the one accolade satoru couldn't claim was being totally indifferent.

you almost admired that aspect of him. how his nose scrunched up when something he eats tastes off, how he played with his blindfold when he needed to get something off his chest. or maybe, it was the way his eyebrow twitched ever-so-slightly if you pronounce a word in a funny way. there is no subtle, subdued, or nonchalant bone in your boyfriend’s body. everything on his mind was said before his mouth even opened.

because of that, you knew satoru was happy to be home by the way he refused to leave your side. it’s rare he gets a decent break like this; his students had a week-long retreat in kyoto that he’d meet them at eventually. for now, he had some small ends to tie up on the homefront that he was dragging out so he could stay a bit longer with you.

satoru sat on the edge of the empty bath, admiring you as you did your skincare at the vanity. if his legs weren’t long enough to touch the ground, you imagined he’d be swinging them back and forth as he gushed about his students.

“...and maki beat mai in a one-on-one. again.”

you rolled your eyes as you clipped hair away from your forehead, “even i could’ve predicted that.”

“i don’t know why those two always find each other if they’ve got such a grudge,”

you patted your face dry.

“it must be a sister thing,” you chuckled.

“something like that, i guess,”

“you’re not upset you’re missing it?”

satoru studied you in silence as he let the question linger a bit more. part of him was. maybe more than just part of him. he let out a hum as he thought about it.

“not really,” he concluded, “i want to be here,”

you smiled at him through the mirror as you caught his eyes.

“it’s okay to be both, babe. be as selfish as you want,”

was it really okay for him to be selfish? nobody had ever told him before that the choice was his. even if it always was.

satoru had spent a lot of time being what other people said he should be. unfortunately, most aspects of his personality and day-to-day life were not decided by him. maybe it was atonement for the way he acts. could it be his fault? is it punishment for the gift he didn’t ask for? it’d be rich to still call it a gift. it was more like a plague, or a curse. something he had to bear and live with, master and hone.

it was admired, it was hated. it controlled him, he controlled it.

everything he was, fundamentally, came from what he could provide.

satoru didn’t realize how exhausting it was until you came along and shared the burden with him. silently, lovingly, and effortlessly. maybe he was a little selfish. was it selfish to miss his kids in kyoto while having the love of his life in front of him? or maybe it was selfish to relish in the time at home and drag it out for one more minute with you.

being in between is lonely.

but the loneliness will pass, just like time always does anyway. and being lonely with you is still being with you in the first place.

satoru sank into the empty bath, letting his body fold as he lay across the width of it. he sighs heavily and smiles, closing his eyes. his drama was unsurprising–all you can do is shake your head and take his place on the edge of the bath.

he peers up at you.

“selfish, huh?”

you place your hand on his knee, thumbing over where it bends as a way to soothe him.

“mhm, why not?”

satoru tilted his head back, just barely, looking up at the bathroom fan as he tried to think about what to say next.

“i’d like to stay like this for a bit longer,”

you smile warmly at him.

“in the bath? clothed like this?”

it wasn’t about the empty bath. or the clothes he was wearing. just like how it wasn’t about him learning about your skincare routine. it was never about the stories of his students, or the way you always checked in on megumi. nor was it about how you took all of his clothes when you were cold, knew how he liked his coffee in the morning, or the way he made sure the bed was nice and warm before you joined him there.

it was so much more in so much less. in his worst moments, he was in a warm bed with you, hearing you talk about your refreshingly mundane day as you drew a nonsensical pattern on his chest.

everything he was came from what he could provide, right? that’s how it always was.

what he inherited preceded his name, his personality, and everything nuanced about him. nearly everyone in his life cared more about his ability than anything else about him. he’s convinced people knew his technique more than they knew his favorite color. the music he liked. his favorite food. trivial things overshadowed by what he could provide.

but the only thing he had to provide to you was love.

to you, who he was came from what he could provide. and that was pure, warm love.

he was matching pajamas, two cups of coffee waiting to be filled, two toothbrushes sitting together on the counter. he was the seat warmer that he always turned on for you when you rode in the passenger seat, along with the playlist he made with songs you listened to together.

it was refreshing.

with you, he wasn’t satoru gojo. not the strongest, not gojo-sensei, not a special grade sorcerer.

he was him. and it was always enough for you.

satoru when you were doubled over from another lame joke he told, begging him to stop making you laugh so hard.

baby when he had a particularly hard day at work, holding onto your body on the couch like detaching from it would kill him.

sweetie when he was being ridiculous, dramatic, and over-the-top, watching a smile tug at your lips as he intentionally got on your nerves when you tried to hide it.

honey when you didn’t feel well, and he got to spoil you more than you’d ever let him before.

among a million other things. but never what you expected of him.

most importantly, and his favorite, was when you called him love. is that what you really saw him as? it made him melt. the jujutsu world hardened him, but you turned a blind eye to that. it was enough to make him fall in love every day all over again.

what a privilege, he thought, to be so calloused and still love.

“yeah, in the bath like this,” he muttered.

you slid in next to him, folding your body too so the two of you were sitting in the cold, empty bath with your legs sticking out of the side.

“well, i’ll join you then, love”

there it was. he hummed contently.

satoru felt like for a majority of his life, he felt like he had to search for his other half. seemingly, he was whole all along.

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roturo · 7 months

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹ CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI

₊˚⊹♡ I WANNA SEE IT IN MOTION! IN 3D! gojo satotu, geto suguru, nanami kento, yuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

tags: sexting, degradation, some of them have sub/dom dynamics, semi public arousal (?), sex videos (do not practice this irl), friends with benefits, established relationships, and more idk.

A/N: such a weird combination of jjk men lol

gojo satoru

he was tired and annoyed once he got to the hotel after killing some stupid curses that easily a grade 2 sorcerer could do the work– but oh how they have been insisting on him to continue doing missions this days. he swears it’s utahime’s fault to finally take control over the tokyo students and make them move to kyoto.

but the true thing is that he was also so pent up after spending a long time without you beside him, he would call it a day after taking a shower and lay in bed– but a notification on his phone stopped him before doing so.

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i bought this new pair, it reminded me of your eyes, i miss you:(

and holy fuck- he swears if he wasn’t in just a pair of black briefs his cock would suffocate because of how fast he got hard– his hand immediately traveling trough and start working nicely to release the feeling. the pre-cum being more than enough to lubricate his cock and make it easier to jerk off– with one hand he opened up the camera and took a video before sending it to you.

sounds of whines and whimpers coming out of the video, making you immediately wet– a visible wet patch forming in your panties, he sounded so pretty– pretty enough to reply to him with another video of you coming –still with your panties on– by just rubbing yourself in the pillow.

“ah fuck it– someone else can take care of this mission”

geto suguru

he’s not a fan of it– he prefers having it in real motion in 3D– and he knows that because when you do send him some risky text or picture is just to piss him off– or maybe he likes to think you’re just a horny slut for him.

but fuck it, why he couldn’t be the horny slut just for once this time? just one time –that’s what he promised himself– the idea of you going out with your friends today, the dress you were wearing being a lil bit too much short for his liking –not wanting to be the type of boyfriend he wouldn’t let you wear whatever you want– and he knows other men will be seeing you and get hard just at the thought of you, so that’s why he needed you like right now.

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wouldn’t u be so nice to come back home and help me relieve some stress? pls baby, i need you.

and this was surprising as fuck because geto was always so dominant, making you the needy one in the relationship, so this wasn’t an opportunity to waste.

send a video of yourself to show me how much you want me.

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fuck, i’m typing with just one hand rn, all i can think of is your pretty lips around my cock.

you were in the restroom of the bar you decided to go out with your friends, core pulsing, surely there was a wetness coming out of you, trying to release some tension, you tried to find some friction by rubbing your thighs together.

i’m going back home baby, do not cum.

nanami kento

“you fucking horny needy slut.”

he exhaled, the words barely hearable– he had to re-adjust in the chair he was sitting on, pants suddenly too tight, tie not letting him breathe and time going lower this time.

“Nanami-san, are you feeling okay?”

he wouldn’t admit it outloud but he’s a fan of the risky texts you send him, edging him and make him eager to go back home as soon as possible– but right now, it would be nice if you didn’t send this in the middle of a fucking reunion he had with some clients. this time you wouldn’t be the only one playing silly games– he would take a quick photo of his growing erection in his pants, with no text, no emoji, no nothing. and the reunion was stressing him out, he was so pent up that he’s a millimeter from standing and leaving.

you knew that, you fucking knew he was in a reunion, but you still decided to desobey him and be a needy brat just to be fucked stupid. and ohh he wouldn’t fall for your silly games, he’s not angry, he’s actually pretty excited to get back home and just edge you till you fall apart in his arms begging for release.

he couldn’t wait.

yuta okkotsu

he’s BRIGHT RED. he was supposed to be focusing on whatever gojo-sensei was talking about, but the moment he opened up your message he expected everything else but this.

and he thinks this was an accident, but no way– the way your body looks, how good your tits looked, damn.

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why won’t you come and play with me instead yuta~ ;(

shit, he felt his cock throb and start growing inside his pants– it was so painful to see you like that and can’t have the real thing in 3D to touch, he swears he could just cum if you showed up in front of him like that-

“Are you okay Yuta?” Maki’s voice brought him back to reality, the sudden pain of his cock searching for release becoming a little bit too much to bear– he needed to do something right now.

He excused himself to the restroom, clear erection showing on his pants– praying to god no one saw it, a wet patch forming in it thanks to the amount of pre-cum he was leaking right now.

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lewd sounds came from the video; panting, whimpers, and moans saying your name– you never thought he would answer back, fuck- you even thought this was going to ruin your relationship with yuta, but holy fuck.

there he was, fucking his fist in the bathroom at the image of you, sudden cum painting the mirror, loud whimpers came out of him, telling you how much he needed your little pussy wrapped around his cock–

I’m going to your dorm rn, cant wait anymore

megumi fushiguro

okay. you were supposed to be only friends but god damn. he swears it was the time– suddenly the texts turned more risky and now you’re sending him a video of rubbing yourself with your pillow with his shirt.

and he was never this eager to cum, biting the lower part of his shirt so he could keep his moans back and not wake up Yuuji in the other group (plus he was way too needy to take his shirt off), phone on the other hand on a video call with you while he shows the lewd image of himself fucking at your own movements between a screen.

fuck gojo-sensei, why did he had to send him on a mission? he needs to see you like that but instead of a pillow being the thing you’re rubbing your pussy into, it needs to be his cock instead.

“Ah- ffuck…” small sounds calling out your name came from megumi’s mouth, almost audible thanks to the shirt preventing him from moaning out loud, “sshit, i just wanna be back to see you and touch you baby, i know you won’t regret this.” strips of cum coming out of him, the view making you dizzy and helping you reach your own high too.

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vagabond-umlaut · 23 days

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toasty

sometimes, it isn't just the weather which is comfortably warm. sometimes, it can be one person, because of another person, as well.

gojo satoru x fem!reader; pre-relationship; gojo is a menace; you're a miniature circuit breaker; gojo calls you 'cookie'; mentions of food; i repeat: gojo is a MENACE; 610 wc; *empties a big container labelled 'fluff' into this fic*

belongs to the series 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate' but can be treated as a stand-alone fic if you wanna

divider by @/benkeibear; pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this; jjk isn't mine

"do you like that dress?"

you shouldn't look this surprised, no. hell no.

you know gojo's been sitting beside you for the better part of the last fifteen minutes. and you know he has a rather sharp set of eyes, with or without his 'six eyes' activated— yet you do look surprised. terribly so— and the man wonders, what made you think he would not notice you staring at the bright piece of cloth in the shop window.

particularly when you've left your favourite ice cream on the brink of melting and falling on your uniform— not that it'll make it any dirtier though; the curses from before have done a splendid job of it...

stealing a bite from your cone, gojo plops back into his seat. the grin threatening to bloom on his lips wilts when he sees the surprise turn into something shocked, maybe even scandalised in your features— eyes wider, brows higher, lower jaw hanging lower...

he lets the grin form anyway. "what? your ice cream was melting— i cannot let the money i spent to buy it, go to waste now, can i?"

you snap your mouth close in less than an instant. then open it again to take quite a large bite from your ice cream, brows scrunching and eyes screwing close— the brain freeze gojo was in wait for, for you to suffer from, never comes.

you take a second bite, even bigger.

some part of him shrivels, disappointed— before it swells up again, at the narrowed-eye look you send his way— before it dries up a second time, when your gaze returns to the dress from before.

the fabric looks extremely dull to the sorcerer now. he kicks your leg under the table. biting back a grin when you look back at him, lips in an annoyed little frown.

although it doesn't take too long to become a smile. tired, yes. but a fond one all the same— you've always been too soft to him, haven't you?

he repeats his ask, "do you like that dress?"

"i..." your gaze drops to your ice cream for a beat. then rises. a warmth settles into your cheeks, visible and adorable. "i kind of like that dress. it looks pretty." a beat. your lips part in a tentative smile. "what do you think, gojo-san? will i look good in it?"

the addressed man pauses.

but it is not because he has to decide on an answer— the answer is a yes. a resounding yes— still, he doesn't find the voice to say the word, the monosyllable repeated over and over and over again in his brain—

"you always look beautiful to me, cookie. no matter what you wear."

the shocked, scandalised expression makes a return to your face, not a moment later than when the words leave his mouth.

only to be shoved away when you attempt to take such a huge bite of your melting ice cream, the chocolate chip treat ends up caking a big portion of the lower half of your face— from your nose and extending till your chin.

gojo doesn't bother to hold back his laughter this time— its loudness increasing at the resulting wrinkle in your nose when he reaches over to scoop up a bit of the mess with his fingers, then licks it off them—

"you're a disgusting man," you mutter, voice so mortified and frail as your gaze keeps jumping from his hand to his blindfolded eyes.

something curls up inside the sorcerer. the sensation growing worse, growing better, the longer he stares at this precious little face you've made:

"and you're a cookie— my choco chip cookie!"

the reader is an mcb— reasons for which, i hope, u all hv understood by now 🤭🤭

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#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #kit posts 📝

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whalesforhands · 9 months

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instant ramen and friendship (satosugu x reader)

warnings: first year!SSS, satosugu ‘flirting’, gege if u hear me pls let me have my satosugu fluff, avid believer that gojo never ate any ‘instant’ food until geto

“I don’t eat peasant food.” Gojo Satoru’s crossing his arms as he stares at the pot of instant ramen Suguru and yourself were cooking.

“Then don’t eat.” Geto Suguru’s cold reply to the petulant classmate of his, stirring the contents within the boiling pot as you stood beside him, trying to fry the eggs as inconspicuously as you possibly can, nervously trying to tiptoe further away from the duo’s teetering on almost flirtatious argument.

Silence.

You peek over your shoulder only to see Gojo’s impertinent stare stuck on the back of Geto’s head, eyes narrowed in irritation with brows furrowed deep, shoulders hunching in as he tapped his foot against the ground.

You have to admit, their relationship… Has been improving lately.

From that moment the duo had come back from their mission together, Geto’s arm slung over Gojo’s shoulders whilst clutching his bandaged torso, effectively using the Six Eyes user as a crutch, hobbling to his side whenever his injury seemed to worsen slightly.

Or when Gojo would go and bother him by strutting into his room, demanding another ride on his flying cursed spirits or to show him around a peculiar area nearby.

“When you said you’d treat me for saving your life, this isn’t what I thought I’d be getting.”

“Oh, well.” He turns to look the sorcerer in the eye. “I’m so sorry, revered one. We’re just students on a measly allowance without the funds for an ultra high class luxury experience.”He ends with a roll of his eyes, huffing and tucking a strand of his free neck-length hair back.

“Ah, (last name)-san. Could you help me chop the green onions afterwards—.” You pause in your administrations with the knife, green onion already being halfway diced before you nearly nick yourself.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Please be careful.” His hand is immediately over yours, causing a restless shiver to go up your spine as you stiffen.

“It’ll be bad if you get hurt, won’t it?” Suguru is flashing you a sweet smile, one of care and concern for your well-being as you nod.

You stiffly waddle to the side as he leaves to go get more garlic seasoning, shaking your head to snap out of it.

You eyes surreptitiously take this chance to watch Gojo again, his body language… Somehow more telling than his ice cold, holier-than-thou attitude that hides an intrigued, hungry teenaged boy.

The way his eyes flicker to the boiling pot, to the fried eggs, the slight twitch of his nose as he takes another whiff of the air.

To even the way his feet seemed to nudge him forward ever so slightly, uncertain steps that didn’t know what to do. …does he want to help?

“Gojo-san.” You take a hesitant gulp, steeling your nerves for a prickly reply. “Is there anything you want to put in?”

“…”

“Cheese.”

——

Geto takes off the steaming lid, revealing the gorgeously placed in a neat manner, practically shining with promise of a gastronomical experience.

“And there you go. My special recipe.” Your eyes are lighting up at the sight, the aroma of the food doing little to sate your overpowering hunger as you watch.

“Pfft. I’ve seen it before. It’s just noodles in artificial—“

“That’s where you’re wrong, you pompous elite.” He has a proud smirk on his face. “This one’s got my special stock addition, green onions, spam, fried eggs and cheese.” A hand is proudly placed upon his hip as he closes his eyes, pleased and gratified at the result of his cooking prowess.

(Even if it was only instant ramen.)

Gojo narrows his eyes in suspicion. “There is no possible way something instant coul-“

“Just shut up and eat.”

Surprisingly, he listens. He picks his chopsticks up, muttering a quiet thanks for the food before taking a tentative slurp of his noodles, pausing in place as the broth seeped into his tongue and exploded in the most perfect, most wondrous blend of flavour in his mouth.

His eyes widen in pleasant surprise, oceanic eyes flickering between the steaming bowl of ramen and back to your two awaiting gazes.

He inhales his portion, akin to a wild beast that had been starved of prey for at least a year with the pace he was going at, you could even see how many gulps he took of the broth when he picked the rather sizeable bowl up to swallow it all down.

(It was less than 5. And Suguru made a rather large portion after noticing how much he and Satoru could eat combined.)

(“A-are you okay? You shouldn’t—“

“Let him choke, (last name)-san.”)

…

He gingerly places the bowl down, licking his lips to savour the remnants of the food.

“I want more.”

“Oh? Looks like someone’s missing a magic word.” Geto feints a pout, narrowed eyes with playful malice directed towards the spoilt teenager.

“…please.” Gojo’s averting his gaze, looking to the side as a noticeable blush is seen across his face.

“How unfortunate, that was the last pack.”

masterlist

Notes:

You are the only one who thinks their banter is flirtatious.

“Oiii, I’m back.” Ieiri calls out, kicking her loafers off as she tiredly drags herself into the common living area.

“Do you all want to grab a bite?” She’s staring at her phone as she continues in. “You can be invited too, rich boy.”

You pop out from the corner. “Ieiri…” You look frightened and stressed, a loud crash coming from the kitchen just as you flinch.

Another loud bang sounds out as you jump, the clash of pots and utensils sounding out as you practically block her passage into the warzone.

“Please do not step inside…”

“…you okay with crepes?”

“Sure…”

Gojo bought a carton full of that particular ramen brand after he squeezed it out of Geto. He asks you to help him with the stove when Suguru refuses to.

#geto x reader x gojo #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #dyf au #gojo x reader #geto x reader #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader

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snoopsnoop07 · 8 days

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TIMESKIP OSAMU MIYA X GOJO X INO X READER

By Sophie, Phoenix and mai😈😈 (English ain’t my first language btw - Phoenix)

SMUT TO ANGST

DON'T READ IF UR SAD😨😨😭😭 No miners allowed😡 or ur going to get it lil bro, you’ll become the sussy imposter from among us.👿👿

It was a beautiful sunny morning I thought as I looked out my apartment window. Today was the day my glorious king skibidi bae Ino Takuma comes back from work. I sighed and looked at a picture of him that was sitting on my desk. Ugh he looks so fine in the photo. (What The photo looks like)

Ima go 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼 if I don't see my lil kitten soon I thought to myself. I get my ford f150 ready and start to drive to his workplace. While I was hitting the road there was an enormous gigantic car that looked like a cyclops that was a big back. It comes to me at full light speed and it crashes into me. Our car rolls up and down and left and right and it starts to float. Out of curiosity I open my door but then I slip and fall. I start to fall down quick as my body sways like an inflatable, I almost sharted myself until someone snatched me. My eyes were closed in fear but I heard something in the distance… ~now, now daddy's home darling~ no need to fret lil one” I open my eyes and I’m met with bright and luminous blinding blue eyes. I couldn't even tell it was blue because of how bright it was. It could almost make the whole city shine “shine bright like a diamond!!!” *the man covers ur eyes* “guessss whoooo” “Omg!!! It's Satoru Gojo!!!!” I smile and tears of happiness fall off my face “you crying?” He smirks. “O-omg gojo!!! Have you seen my bf???” I stammered. “No sussy Neko Chan!! We can go look for him though!!!” gojo said while smiling really goofy while sticking out his tongue REALLY wide while widening his eyes like a psycho ”

“First you gotta come back with me to my apartment and ur sussy bf will be there waiting 😈😈 we’re gonna give u the most devious little surprise” Gojo says smirking devilishly

Fast forward to gojos apartment

“It’s freaky time 😈😈😈😈” Gojo says as he slowly teasingly takes off his top. “G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-gojo San!!!! Nani are you doing?!?!” I exclaim. Suddenly, Osamu miya and Ino walk in!!! I blush and suddenly all my clothes start to grow wings and fly away. “Come here bbg” Osamu said while winking and licking his lips. “Let me ask you something…. You know where the place nonia is?” “w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-what is nonia?” I nervously stammer. "NONIA OF UR BUSINESS HAHAHAHAH” Ino laughs while laughing."ughhhhhhhhh that's not DATEBAYO ino🤬🤬🤬'' I growl “stop not being fanum tax baby gronk rizzler ino. Now let’s get freaky” gojo mentions and suddenly he whips it out like BOING BOING BOING and OH MY GOD??!!!! IT'S BOUNCING ON THE WALLS???? I then spread my legs apart “pls fill me up with the power of friendship and pls make me a sussy baka Ohio sigma skibidi baby gronk fanum tax grimace shake 10000 level gyat” I shake and bounce my ass for them “let me ask you Y/N…. Are you naughty? Or nice?..” Ino whispers in my ear

“because either way… we are about to give you the most devious backshots' ' Osamu mentions as he grimaces and oils me up. Gojo lifts me up and lays me down on the mattress “don’t worry… we’ll take real good care of you” Gojo says with an evil grin as he smacks my ass so hard it leaves a skibidi red hand print! Gojo then whips out his ohio grimace cock and shoves it in me. “ owchies!!! That’s going to leave a mark!!” Gojo starts to thrust at the speed of Phoenix slurping a grimace shake XD. “NUGHHHHHHHHH, YOUR TIGHTER THAN THE IMPOSTER FROM AMONG US NUHHHHHGGGGGGGGG '' gojo screams. “G-g-g-gojo senpai i'm going to bust😩😩” I said “BUST FOR ME MY LITTLE KITTEN WHISKERS NOWWWW, UGHHH, UR SO SKIBITI AND SIGMA'' gojo yells. Then gojo came. I lay on the bed breathing heavily but then I hear, “my turnnnnnn~” I look up and I see Ino my glorious pookie wookie dookie! “Uh ohhhh” I say

69 ohio Gyatt rizzler minutes later

We are all worked up, oiled up, and resting with each other on bed while making all the place wet. Until we hear a loud BOOM outside. It was a big radioactive explosion!!’

WARNING ANGST ALERT!!!! Do not read if emotional😞😞🙁🙁🙁🙁 PS. You might develop depression if you read this….

“G-g-g-g-g-g-guys… I’m scared…” I stutter “don’t worry dookie pookie… it will be us against the world” Osamu holds my hand “Y/N… we will meet in the next life” Ino whispers in my ear. I blush so much I look like a rotten tomato “Y/N… arigato.. sayonara~” Gojo smiles at me with his rotten Victorian child teeth. The radioactive bomb explodes our place and us and ends up disintegrating into bits of dust… just like Freddy Mercury (lead singer of Queen, y’all should know this🤬🤬) sang…. Another one…. Bites the dust…

THE END!! THANKS FOR READING AND STAY #POGGERS #WAP #LIVELAUGLOVE

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mangomagiii · 9 months

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gojo satoru x oc (himetsuru ichimonji)

a/n: will be made as multichapter. title and succeeding chapters work in progress. tagged with xreader (pls just remove the OC's name/features if you want to self-insert). pls see end notes for other info

tags: cheating, eventual angst, eventual romance, different lifetimes, reincarnation (some tags will be added depending on chapters)

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“I am not mad, Gojo-san. In fact, I am not concerned about your affairs with other women.”

An invisible yet heavy force seemed to take over the atmosphere at a particular booth as the woman opposite him calmly sipped on her tea. Her well-cared hands moved with grace in each motion she made. The man opposite her was frozen as he processed what she had just said. The almost-empty lavishly-decorated restaurant usually encourages a festive mood in contrast with the two people engaged in a long silence.

Ichimonji Himetsuru finished sipping on her cup, fully savoring the warmth and sweet taste of Chrysanthemum. She gently laid the half-full cup, the cup clacked upon contact with the oak table. Folding her hands on her lap, she continued. “There is no problem at all. I assure you of that, Gojo-san.”

Satoru got out of his stupor and tried to reason. “Himetsuru, listen to me. I’m your fiancé, you should be–”

Himetsuru stood up from her seat, the sudden difference in height made her look down on him. Contrary to Satoru’s expectation, her eyes held no anger nor sadness. Only tranquillity, as if they’re currently not talking about his cheating. “You are free to do whatever you want, Gojo-san. It’s not like I wasn’t completely aware. I understand that this marriage was arranged between our families and both of us never had a say on this.” She whipped out several amounts of cash and slid it on the table. Getting out of the booth, she bowed to him who still had his jaw slack. “You do not have to worry about me telling my family. I fully consent to your arrangement. We are not married yet.”

“This is not a joke, Himetsuru. You should be mad at me. I am sorry for not being faithful to our arrangement, for not fulfilling my part. I…”

“To which I already replied that I am not angry at all. Must I repeat what I have said already? I don’t really want to sound like a broken record.” She sighed, her hand already massaging a forming headache.

“I simply do not care what you do in your own time. As long as we both do our duties as husband and wife after the marriage then that’s all that matters. We are not married yet, that's why I am still compliant with your whims. Just don’t cause anything that will jeopardise both families’ reputation. That’s all I ask.”

She left the area, not even bothering to check him for the last time. Gojo was still in pure shock, not wanting to believe what he had just heard from her. He was fully expecting her to lash out on him, scream, slap his face, humiliate him in public. But all he got was a calm and straight response. It was so cool that it was also terrifying.

“What on earth just happened..?” his body sank on the plush seat, all the tension left his body, but inside was still in turmoil.

She doesn't care? He was her fiancé, he cheated on her and ignored their arrangement for ten years!

The arrangement had been decided since their teens, during his second year as a Jujutsu student. He came home after school, entered the estate after a long day of fooling around with Geto and Shoko, and suddenly he was bombarded with congratulations as news broke out that the Ichimonji and Gojo decided on their union. He looked around the main hall, and his eyes met with his betrothed. His Six Eyes fully-focused at her, critically analysing her features and every actions. Did they at least assessed his betrothed thoroughly? Apparently, yes. She was beautiful, deduced that she is a graceful person despite not moving on her seat. Elegance seemed to emit from her, making her a fitting candidate as his wife. Her eyes in a colour of jade did the same, studying her betrothed. Silky violet hair were adorned in kanzashi. She also happened to have a cursed energy, however, small and probably good enough to only assist just like what auxiliary managers do. He blocked out all the chattering, only waiting for her reaction. She nodded at him, and then went on to talk to someone, leaving him to deal with the annoying noises.

Despite her neat and refined appearance, it did not make him excited at the arrangement and instead anger started to form. He was furious, not only because he was paired with someone that he was not familiar with, but also for the fact that he does not get a say at all. Did they even care about their son? Not at all, as it was for the sake of the clan and prestige.

This particular memory in his life led to him ignoring her completely, also starting a bad habit of flirting and later on engaging in intimate acts with other women. He knows he will be found out, but he never really cared, at least at that time. This behavior intensified after Geto’s defection, sadness consuming him as he lost his only friend. His family became aware of his affairs, and noticed how evasive he was when it involved the Ichimonjis, particularly their daughter. Countless arguments spurred, asking him to be considerate and get along with Himetsuru. All fell on deaf ears. He hoped that by eliciting such reactions from both families and her would end up dissolving their engagement. But now, he was not sure. She was being compliant with him, as if she doesn't care about him at all. He also realized that no matter what he does, both families will not budge and will continue with their plans.

He’s already 26, already teaching for a few years, even taking care of late Fushiguro Toji’s son Megumi and his sister Tsumiki. The countless flirting with women continued despite not motivated anymore to break his engagement, and almost everyone in the Jujutsu society was aware of his flings. He would even engage with other school personnel, from auxiliary managers to even windows, earning the ire of his former teacher Yaga and an exasperated sigh from Shoko. Ijichi decided to not meddle, afraid of consequences from Gojo.

Today’s conversation between Himetsuru and Satoru happened because he was caught flirting with one of the windows. The halls that were usually silent and void of any people were occupied by Gojo and a female window. Smacking of lips and rustles of clothes filled the hallway as they descended deeper into lust.

Several meters, he already felt a faint cursed energy. Being the troublemaker he is, he paid it no mind and continued on his conquest. Despite his Six Eyes ability, he cannot figure out whose cursed energy it belonged to. Odd, but he’s occupied with another thing to even care about the person who will witness such debauchery.

The footsteps halted, and a voice that he had not heard for so long snapped him out of his lust-driven state.

“I’m afraid to interrupt your intimate time, but I need to get through the Principal’s office.”

Both Gojo and the window looked at the person who witnessed their affair. There she is, his fiancée with a jaded look on her face.

Oh, he was doomed.

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a/n: inspired from a novel/manhwa "This Marriage Is Bound To Sink Anyway". Canon-compliant-ish(?). I originally wanted this to be an xReader hence the tag but I've planned so much about the appearance, personality, and features of the reader so i ended up making it as an xOC. but pls do remove my OCs features/name if you want to self-insert!

side note: some info such as timelines and ages were taken from various sources (reddit, blogs). it may or may not be accurate from canon so pls keep in mind that these ages/timeline was written for the fanfic plot's sake. this fanfic starts before he started teaching maki/toge/panda/yuta and he's 26 years old here.

gojo's start as a teacher: source

gojo's ages: when he met megumi, jjk 0

feedbacks are greatly appreciated, it helps me to improve my writing!

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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hii can i pls request a headcanon of gojo & kid fushiguros megumi & tsumiki x s/o reader🥺 sorta like a found family kinda thing. i guess like over the yrs knowing/dating gojo & the fushiguros how their relationship w the reader is or how fond reader is w the fushiguro kids & how much gojo loves it?

I honestly felt lost because I didn't know if you wanted me to write it down in bullet points or in a short story, so I really hope you don't mind the way I chose to write it! That said, I really love the idea of Gojo and his little family 🥹 my heart melts at the thought, so thank you for this request 🤍✨

Word count: 1420

‘Okay, but only one bite, don’t want you to get sick’, you smiled while scooping some cookie dough out of the bowl, ‘Here’.

Megumi eagerly grabbed the spoon with his two little hands.

‘Hmm’, his eyes sparkled when the sweet taste rolled over his taste buds, ‘Can I get more, please?’. ‘No’, you softly brushed through his dark hair, ‘But you can get a cookie once they’re done’.

‘Fushigurooooo’.

You closed your eyes when you heard Gojo’s voice down the hallway, knowing your relaxed baking session would soon be over. ‘Ah look how cute’, Gojo intertwined his hands while leaning against the door frame, ‘The love of my life baking cookies with Gumi’.

You could see Megumi’s smile fading into an annoyed glare.

‘What do you say, little Gumi? Want to train some more with the strongest sensei in the world?’, Gojo had a smug look on his face, like usual. ‘Strongest sensei in the world? You graduated 2 years ago Satoru, don’t get too confident’, you smirked while placing the tray into the oven. ‘Auwtch, that hurt’, he pouted while dramatically placing his hand on his chest. ‘Come on Fushiguro, let’s get away from her, she’s being mean to me’, Gojo held out his hand for Megumi to grab.

‘No!’, Megumi quickly hid behind you, tucking at your shirt, ‘I want to stay with Y/N-san’. ‘Heh?’, Gojo tilted his head, lips parted from each other. ‘I want to stay here’, Megumi replied coldly.

A small chuckle left your body as you could see your boyfriend's ego shatter.

‘I’m sorry Megumi, but you have to train’, you lowered yourself, so your eyes were meeting the sweet boy Gojo took under his wings, ‘But let’s make a deal’. ‘A deal?’, Megumi frowned, ‘Hm, if you train with Gojo-sensei and you listen to his stupid jokes, I’ll let you have as many cookies as you want when you get back’.

‘Psh’, Gojo was sulking with his arms crossed, ‘Can’t believe this’. ‘Okay’, Megumi lowered his eyes while looking at Gojo, ‘Let’s go Gojo-sensei’. ‘Gumi wait’, you quickly grabbed his jacket from the chair, ‘You may be the strongest sensei, Saturo, but certainly not the most perceptive one. It’s freezing outside’.

You handed Megumi the jacket while smiling at your boyfriend, ‘He likes me more’, you whispered. ‘Wait till I get home’, he whispered back, a smug look on his face, ‘I’m taking him to the toyshop’.

‘Y/N-san?’, a shy voice appeared from behind Gojo, ‘C-can I get cookies too?’. ‘Of course, crazy’, you held out your hand for Tsumiki, which she quickly grabbed. ‘See you’, you waived at Megumi, ‘Make sure he wears his jacket, okay Satoru?’. ‘Yeah yeah’, he nonchalantly waved his hand in the air, ‘Bye-bye’.

‘Want to have a girl's day?’, you looked at Tsumiki, who was looking at you with big eyes. ‘W-what’s that?’, ‘Well, we can go buy you some new clothes, maybe get you some new books to read, … what do you say? Just us two’. She quickly nodded her head in response before running into the hallway.

‘Ready Y/N-san’, she popped her head through the door frame while hastily putting on her coat, ‘Let’s go then’, you smiled while adjusting the scarf around her neck, ‘Don’t want you to get cold’.

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‘In the toyshop right now’.

You rolled your eyes when you saw the picture Satoru send you.

‘In the bookstore right now :3’.

A smirk on your face when you replied with a picture of Tsumiki and you.

‘Can’t believe this!!! >:( How dare you do things like that without me Y/N :’(((‘

‘Tch’, you shook your head, a small smile on your face.

‘Love you <3 Now get off your phone and spend some time with Megumi!’.

‘Who doesn’t love the world’s strongest and coolest sensei? Jk, love you ;)’.

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‘We’re baaack’, Gojo chanted through the hallway.

You could see little Megumi felt as annoyed as ever when he entered through the door, while your boyfriend was looking proudly at the bags he was holding.

‘So, you’ve survived Gojo-sensei’s jokes’, you winked at Megumi, ‘Here, take this and go join your sister on the couch. It's movie night’. ‘Really?’, Megumi’s eyes lit back up,’ Hm, your sister chose some great movies’.

Without any hesitation, Megumi grabbed the plate of cookies and joined Tsumiki under a blanket.

‘Movie night? Really?’, Saturo sighed. ‘I thought you loved movie night?’, you frowned while walking closer to your boyfriend. ‘I do, but I just got a call and there is a curse I need to deal with’.

You could see the playfulness disappearing from his face.

‘Oh’, you lowered your eyes, ‘Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you get to join the next one’. ‘Yeah’, Satoru forced a smile while cupping your cheek, ‘Anyway, it’s a grade 2 curse, so it won’t take too long’. ‘Be careful, okay?’, a concerned look filled your eyes. Your boyfriend was strong, probably the strongest sorcerer around, but you couldn’t help but worry when he was away. ‘You know me’, he smiled before placing a soft kiss on your lips. ‘See you tomorrow, little Fushiguros’, he waived at the two kids who were munching on the cookies you’d made.

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‘Well, that was more exhausting than I thought’, Gojo sighed while entering the apartment.

He tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake up his little ‘Fushiguros’, or you.

‘I’m starving’, he grunted while grabbing one of the few cookies left, leaning against the kitchen counter. ‘Huh?’, he tilted his head when he noticed the TV was still on.

Gojo’s heart melted when he could see Megumi and Tsumiki laying on either side of your lap, your arms resting on their backs.

‘Looked like you 3 had a great time’, he whispered while taking his phone, trying to get a picture of how little Megumi was drooling, ‘Man, wish I could sleep like that on her lap, but everything for my little Fushiguros’.

Gojo took a deep breath before stretching himself out, trying to relieve some of the tension he felt from the adrenaline still rushing through his body.

‘Always room for one more Satoru’, you whispered with a smile, ‘You know there isn’t’, he chuckled while placing a hand in his pocket, ‘S-should we get them into their bed or?’.

Megumi started tugging at his blanket, yawning before nestling his head closer to his sister.

‘Maybe there’s still some room’, he smiled before gently picking up Megumi, trying his best not to wake him up.

Gojo sat down next to you, letting his head fall back on the couch after he made sure Megumi was laying comfortable on his lap.

‘I don’t think he likes me that much’, Gojo chuckled while readjusting the blanket covering Megumi, ‘But he likes you, that’s for sure. They both do’.

You let your head rest on his shoulder, tightening your grip around Tsumiki.

‘They like you, don’t worry’, ‘Not worrying’, he chuckled, slowly brushing through Megumi’s hair.

‘Gojo-sensei?’, Megumi drowsily opened one eye, looking up at Gojo. ‘Heh? Sorry, little Fushiguro, didn’t mean to wake you up’, Gojo let out a nervous chuckle. ‘You just got back from fighting a curse, right?’, ‘That’s right’, Gojo smiled. ‘A-are you hurt?’, Megumi tightened his grip around the blanket he was holding, ‘No of course not, I’m the strongest, remember?’, Gojo pointed towards his chest with his thumb. ‘Will I be like you when I grow up sensei?’.

Megumi’s question must have taken your boyfriend by surprise. Gojo usually never took so long to answer a question.

‘You want to be like me?’, ‘Hm’, Megumi nestled his face into Gojo’s stomach, ‘I want to protect the people I care about, like you do sensei’.

Gojo slowly placed a hand on Megumi’s back, wanting to give the same affection you gave to his little Fushiguros.

‘You’ll be better than me Fushiguro, now go back to sleep. Tomorrow’s training will be harder than usual’. ‘Better?’, Megumi looked up at his teacher with one eye, ‘Hm’, Gojo smiled with some silly sign. ‘Goodnight Gojo sensei’, ‘Goodnight little Fushiguro’.

Gojo closed his eyes, a smile resting on his face. He loved this. He loved the way you cared about them, the way they trusted you. Gojo could come home to this every day, and he would never get tired of seeing the people he loved most in this world sound asleep on his couch.

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gorejo · 6 months

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hi ae! if u have some time, pls spare some reader meets forbes gojo’s parents/family hcs <3

hmm i love his parents!!

forbes gojo is close enough with his parents that he is able to still be his childish, cocky persona with them. I headcanon his parents to be exactly like him and his partner — gojo san being just as down bad for his wife despite all the years. (i wonder where gojo got his lovestruck personality?? i wonder... hahah) literally satoru is a copy and paste of his father.

i don't presume satoru to introduce his partner to them right away, but in due time when they're ready, he absolutely will. But, his parents actually found out about him dating through an outside source, so they didn't even hear from his son first... lmao

imagine how many times satoru and his dad bickered while he trained under his father hahahah IMAGINE HOW MANY TIMES GOJO SAN GOT JEALOUS OF BABY SATORU TAKING HIS TIME AWAY FROM HIS WIFE hahahah

the best way i can envision their dynamic is 'Daytime Star', Kang Seunghyeon's family. That to me is Satoru's family — the beloved only child of the Satoru family that has such affluent parents, yet are still down to earth and warm despite their status.

the only reason why they set him up on so many blind dates wasn't just so he could get married and settle down... but because they both believed their son was incapable of getting a partner on his own with his obnoxious personality so they got worried bc they do want to see litto grandchildren someday )) : so imagine how shocked they were to know someone was able to withstand their son

#☏voicemail.#anon.#forbes30!gojo #you opened a can of worms for me nonnie #bc i love his family very much )) :#i don't hc him to have a hostile and absent father #the boy grew up extremely loved... hence why he has such a big personality

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lunagojo · 2 years

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I HAD SOME ANGSTY SWEET THOUGHTS SO HERE YOU ALL GO IF I HAVE TO SUFFER SO DO YOU

(Spoilers ahead, pls do not read if you are not up to date with JJK manga!!!)

notes: this is tooth rotting and sad and cringey im sorry but i am not ready for the new season of JJK

Ok but imagine like when the Shibuya Incident happens, Satoru texts you beforehand like normal:

Toru: I'm heading over there rn

Y/N: Ok be safe pls <3

Toru: Dont worry, im the best remember? ;)

Y/N: Toru.

Toru: It'll all be fine I promise

Toru: Be home before you know it sugarbutt <3 wuv youuuuuuuuuu <3333

And that's the last you hear from him. Of course when the others fill you in on what happened, you're appalled, of course, and heartbroken, unsure of what to do. Why on earth did he have to go and get himself caught like that?!

Of course, you knew that it was 'Geto' who had done it and used Gojo's emotions against him. You begged the others, hoping that there was something that could be done to help free him but there was nothing anybody could do. He was gone.

Though when Satoru does somehow get out (Gege-san pls ik you hate him but pls...i will cry) the first thing he does is come and find you. You're all he could think about when he was trapped, all he could worry about. He was terrified that something could have happened to you in the span of time that he was gone. Or what if you had moved on from him? He couldn't blame you, of course, if you did, but it did send a pang through his chest.

When you two finally reunite you just stare at him, eyes wide, stunned into absolute silence. It feels like a dream, or perhaps a nightmare, some cruel joke that the universe was throwing at you. You stand there, frozen, eyes locked with his as he slowly approaches you.

"...Y/n--"

"...No. I don't...I don't wanna hear it." You reply, voice cracking dangerously.

He lets out a heavy sigh and smooths a hand over his pale hair. "...I know that there's really nothing I can say. I just...I'm sorry, Y/n. I was careless and--"

He's cut off by the sound of your sobs. Dismayed, he quickly goes to you and wraps you in his arms. After a moment of fighting him, you relent and burrow into him, shoulders shaking as you weep.

"Every single second I was in there I thought of nothing but you." He admits quietly. He's usually so energetic and silly, so to hear this tone of voice from him is jarring. But God, does it feel good to even hear him again.

"Don't...don't do that to me again." You sniffle, clinging tightly to him. "Please. Don't leave again."

Satoru presses his lips to the crown of your head, and you can feel his mouth perking into a small smile. He's home, and he knows it, despite how surreal it feels at the moment.

"Never again."

#idek lol #this is what i think of when im trying to go to sleep lmfao #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader

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the-complexity-of-love · 3 months

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Fandoms & Ships

I am a true nerd, and as such, continously seek out new media and their fandoms, and become involved with them, while also cyclically coming back to the ones I already love. I am a romantic, and I love seeing love in general (all types of love, not just romantic!), so I am also a very big shipper!

I don't always have a set ship(s) for every fandom I find myself in, nor do I think it necessary to try and "prove" that mine are better than other ships. I like what I like, and I like seeing what others like as well. So I might have OTPs, but I also like engaging with content for all kinds of ships, even true rarepairs.

I also don't think it necessary for a fandom to have ships, so just because I have a listed ship that I like/love, doesn't mean I can't have neutral/objective thoughts and opinions about that particular piece of media.

That being said, here's a list of fandoms I come back to, or keep up with, and a list of ships I have a preference for. OTPs are bolded! Oh, and media (as in the series, books, shows, etc.) are rated according to my opinion!

(This list is subject to change.)

Ongoing Media:

A Sign of Affection (/10)

Nagi Itsuomi/Itose Yuki

Nagi Kyōya/Fujishiro Rin

Iyanagi Shin/Nakazono Emma

Black Butler (/10)

Ciel Phantomhive/Elizabeth Midford

Bungo Stray Dogs (/10)

Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chūya

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke/Nakajima Atsushi

Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe

Chainsaw Man (/10)

Hayakawa Aki/Angel Devil

Hunter x Hunter (/10)

Gon Freecss/Killua Zoldyck

Hisoka Morow/Illumi Zoldyck

Chrollo Lucilfer/Kurapika

Meruem/Komugi

Jujutsu Kaisen (/10)

Geto Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Itadori Yūji/Fushiguro Megumi

Okkotsu Yūta/Maki

Fushiguro Toji/His Wife (Mama Fushiguro)

Chosō/Me

My Hero Academia (/10)

N/A

Record of Ragnarok (/10)

N/A

SK8 The Infinity (/10)

Nanjō Kojirō/Sakurayashiki Kaoru

Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki

Shindo Ainosuke/Kikuchi Tadashi

(Disney) Twisted-Wonderland

Malleus Draconia/Yuu (Player Character)

Kalim al-Asim/Jamil Viper

Almost Everyone/Me

Completed Media:

Assassination Classroom (/10)

Akabane Karma/Nagisa Shiota

Karasuma Tadaomi/Irina Jelvavić

Attack on Titan (/10)

Eren Jaeger/Mikasa Ackermann

Armin Arlert/Annie Leonhart

Ymir/Historia

Levi Ackermann/Hange Zoë

Falco Grice/Gabi Braun

Avatar: The Last Airbender & The Legend of Korra (/10 & /10)

Zuko/Katara

Zuko/Sokka

Katara/Aang

Aang/Azula

Sokka/Suki

Mai/Ty Lee

Korra/Asami

Wu/Mako

Bolin/Opal

Bing An Ben (/10)

He Yu/Xie Qingcheng

Demon Slayer (/10)

Kamado Tanjirō/Tsuyuri Kanao

Hashibira Inosuke/Kanzaki Aoi

Agatsuma Zenitsu/Kamado Nezuko

Rengoku Senjurō/Kamado Nezuko

Iguro Obanai/Kanroji Mitsuri

Rengoku Kyōjurō/Tomioka Giyū

Tomioka Giyū/Kochō Shinobu

Shinazugawa Sanemi/Kochō Kanae

Uzui Tengen/Hinatsuru/Makio/Suma pls don't get mad at me

2HA (/10)

Mo Ran/Chu Wanning

Mei Hanxue/Xue Meng

Nangong Si/Ye Wangxi

Ghibli (/10)

Pazu/Sheeta

Tombo/Kiki

Seiji/Shizuku

Ashitaka/San

Haku/Chihiro

Howl/Sophie

Shō/Arriety

Shun/Umi

Jirō/Naoko

Golden Terrace/Golden Stage (/10)

Fu Shen/Yan Xiaohan

Grisha-verse (/10)

Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck

Nina Zenik/Hanne Brum

Nina Zenik/Matthias Helvar

David Kostyk/Genya Safin

Nikolai Lantsov/Zoya Nazyalensky

Alina Starkov/Malyen Oretsev

Alina Starkov/Alexander Morozova (The Darkling)

Haikyū!! (/10)

Tanaka Ryūnosuke/Shimizu Kiyoko

Sakusa Kiyoomi/Miya Atsumu

Harry Potter (/10)

Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Evan Rosier/Barty Crouch Jr.

Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes

James Potter/Regulus Black

Lily Evans/Mary McDonald

James Potter/Lily Evans

let's just say once again that I'm a multishipper

Heroes of Olympus (/10)

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano/Me

Thalia Grace/Reyna Ramirez-Arellano

Jason Grace/Reyna Ramirez-Arellano

Jason Grace/Leo Valdez

Frank Zhang/Hazel Levesque

Nico di Angelo/Will Solace

JWQS (/10)

Qi Yan | Qiyan Agula/Nangong Jingnu

Qiyan Nomin/Nangong Shunu

Magnus Chase & the Gods of Asgard (/10)

Magnus Chase/Alex Fierro

Blitzen/Hearthstone

MDZS (/10)

Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian

Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao

Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang

Jin Zixuan/Jiang Yanli

Lan Sizhui/Jin Ling

Wen Ruohan/Lan Qiren

Naruto (/10)

Too Many, of Several Different Flavors (I'm a multishipper)

Percy Jackson & the Olympians (/10)

Ethan Nakamura/Me

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase (.../Rachel Dare)

Charles Beckendorf/Silena Beauregard

Clarisse La Rue/Silena Beauregard

Paul Blofis/Sally Jackson

Qian Qiu (/10)

Yan Wushi/Shen Qiao

Sha Po Lang (/10)

Chang Geng/Gu Yun

She-Ra (/10)

Adora/Catra

Bow/Glimmer

Hordak/Entrapta

Sea Hawk/Mermista

Scorpia/Perfuma

Star Wars (/10)

Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Han Solo/Leia Organa

Anakin Skywalker/Padmé Amidala

SVSSS (/10)

Luo Binghe/Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu (.../Liu Qingge...)

Mobei-jun/Shang Qinghua

Yue Qingyuan/Shen Jiu | Shen Qingqiu

Liu Mingyan/Sha Hualing

The Kane Chronicles (/10)

N/A

TGCF (/10)

Hua Cheng/Xie Lian

Feng Xin/Mu Qing

He Xuan/Shi Qingxuan

Quan Yizhen/Yin Yu

Jun Wu/Mei Nianqing

Pei Xiu/Ban Yue

Pei Ming/Yushi Huang

Twilight (/10)

Edward Cullen/Bella Swan

Jasper Hale/Alice Cullen

Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale

Carlisle Cullen/Esme Cullen

Sam Uley/Emily Young

Paul Lahote/Rachel Black

Jared Cameron/Kim

Leah Clearwater/Me

Jacob Black/Leah Clearwater

Charlie Swan/Eternal Happiness

Charlie Swan/Sue Clearwater

Xiao Mogu (/10)

Lu Feng/An Zhe

Yuri!!! On Ice (/10)

Victor Nikiforov/Katsuki Yuri

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

Yu Wu (/10)

Mo Xi/Gu Mang

Zhen Hun (/10)

Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan

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aristre · 1 year

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aristre 🥹🥹pls tell me which UCs gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, megumi, nobara, and yuuji would get accepted into and attend + bonus points if you classify them as college stereotypes

yes baby anything. ANYTHING. for you. guys you can request too don't let aaesuki carry my blog by herself please

jjk characters & universities of california

satoru gojo

ucla

accepted by all the ucs except uc merced btw ty aaesuki for the idea. bro is so mad he drives down to uc merced in his fanciest prettiest clothes to strut around and geto is in the passenger seat like lol (are you serious).

but no ofc he's ucla. dude's on frat row getting wasted and banging every single hot person on gayley. he shows up to lecture once in a while not to listen but to look pretty while everyone stares and whispers abt him. ruins every single stem curve. god i hate him

i think his favorite dining hall would be epicuria because he has fine taste :)

suguru geto

ucla

dude i think he'd go to uc irvine but aaesuki was like no he and gojo go together so whatever. he actually shows up to lecture 40% of the time and has good notes. he sells them for $20 and makes a tidy profit unlike gojo who buys an ipad and proceeds to play temple run on it instead of writing notes.

he goes to peet's coffee after lecture and orders a caramel latte or sthing fruity except when he looks for his meal ticket he realizes he forgot to redeem one. everyone in line gives him theirs

ieri shoko

uc san diego

she is a woman in stem and she hates socializing (i think) so nowhere is better than uc socially distant. if she's not in her single dorm she's in that big ass building on campus where it gets progressively more quiet as you go up and she's in the most quiet floor. i don't go to ucsd

i think she would be in a lab freshman year, doing clinical research sophomore year, and publishing papers junior year. goes to grad school at stanford or something ..

kento nanami

uc berkeley

im so sorry im so sorry i have to put u here nanami. i was gonna say he goes to croads for fun but i can't even say that cuz he would never do that. bro is the guy who tells people in the libraries to be quiet since some people need to study. bro also shows up to every single lecture in the front row and asks insightful questions the profs love him

he rooms w haibara his second year after they get kicked out of the dorms cuz ucb hates providing housing :3

megumi fushiguro

uc berkeley

im so sorry goomi that u would go to uc berkeley. i mean what. go bears! brain like berkeley! anyways dude's on that 4.0 gpa 25 creds a semester 4 extracurriculars shows up to office hours kinda guy. he DOES go to croads but only bc it's close by and he doesn't want to spend money on doordash but he rlly should. he should get doordash

accidentally gets drunk at a party he was dragged too and drunk texts the yuuji + nobara gc but because he's so hammered it comes out like "mile read my" and when they're like what he sends the blurriest selfie except he's not even in it it's his hair and half a finger.

nobara kugisaki

uc santa barbara

yassss prison dorms prison school. never attends lectures, but gets decent grades anyways. often out partying and shopping but also a fan of studying in the library after putting on makeup and picking out a fit good enough to gag the students from abroad. gets dole whip from that one dining hall. yea

hates the lagoon cuz it stinks bad but still goes there anyways when she needs some time to relax

yuuji itadori

uc davis

go!! aggies!!!! let's be real he accepted cuz he heard there were cows and there are cows. he loves the cows. dude i think he would be a target and costco fan he likes to go in there and walk around and stare at everything. except he has to drive to sac to get to target since they don't have one at davis LMFAOOOO ..... go aggies!

got food poisoning from the dc chicken but he still went back for seconds. got food poisoning again. friends had to hold him back but he went for thirds anyways. bonus points to anyone who guesses what happened after

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #ieri shoko #shoko ieri #nanami kento #kento nanami #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #nobara kugisaki #kugisaki nobara #yuuji itadori #itadori yuuji #headcanon #writing

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A Curse is Cast

A Gojo Satoru x (f!) reader

companion piece to Hope in an Office Crush

Word Count: 3.0k

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Rating: GSA (angsty and sad undertones, but no one truly dies); kind of hopeful ending

Warnings: someone falls into a coma & eventually wakes up; the nanami & reader from HiaOC hatch a plan to have their friends fall “in like” with the other…

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Poem: Have a Coke with You, Frank O’Hara

You were getting ready for another early dinner date with your newly about a month old boyfriend from accounting. You’re currently on the phone with your best friend who is freaking out on her end because you had decided to set your friend up with someone who was close to your own boyfriend once upon a time. You tell your best friend that there is nothing to worry about and through a coffee run earlier this week, you sat her down with your new beau and for whatever reason, your friend was skeptical about the existence of this fabled ‘pretty eyed playboy.’

You’re putting the finishing touch on a simple glam look as you hear her exclaim:

“You set me up?!”

“You were being skeptical about him and when Nanami talked to his friend last time, he mentioned a blind date would be best…I gotta go. Good luck Friday night though!”

You hang up as you smile when a familiar chime goes off from your phone:

Meet me in the lobby, starshine.--Nanami, K (19:44)

***

[FRIDAY, XX/XX; 18:09||Rose Roof Restaurant, Tokyo]

Your friend does her research on both restaurant and even tried to bully you and Nanami about finding the name of this friend on the blind date. At this point, on another side of the city, a six foot, platinum blonde is dressed business casual, in a flower shop. His eyes are covered behind his darkened polarized eyeglasses as he floats between two bouquets.

“Your significant other’s best friend? You set me up with her?”

Walking to the counter, he pays for a small bouquet of gardenias.

“Listen Gojo, there is a lot of evils in the world, the least we could is give these two is a sense of knowing what it feels like to be loved and to an extent safe,” Nanami withdraws a cigarette and as he lights it, he observes you turning in your sleep. A warm smile on his face as the blonde notices the peaceful look you have while you shuffle in his sheets.

“You’re in love,” this sunglass wearer teases his friend as he steps into the next available taxi.

The man on the other line inhales and exhales as he extinguishes his cigarette.

“And may YN’s love protect me,” the wind blows from his dwelling as his blonde streaks tickle his face. He wishes his friend good luck on his upcoming date.

Several minutes later, your best friend waits in the lobby of the restaurant. After many over-thought-out outfits, you help Haru choose formal capris and loose fitting blouse with low heeled wedge boots in case of inclement weather.

Gojo Satoru, in all his years alive, has never been starstruck by a stranger’s modest appearance. The plastic which the bouquet is wrapped in, crinkles a bit as a set of nervous energy leaves his fingertips.

She walks by him twice before he works up the confidence to say her name and she pauses, not believing her luck. The first thing she notices is his playful smile, then his slight tremble when he offers the bouquet.

“These are gorgeous,” whiffs the violets and flashes a smile to him. “Thank you…”

Gojo clears his throat before extending his arm to her: “Shall we Haru-san?”

The host at the doorway to the restaurant calls for the Gojo party and the pair enters.

They did say, “love looks not with the eyes, but the mind,” and here two closed off from love people crack the window to let the other settle in the sun a bit. .

Over dinner, Gojo entertains your friend with international travel stories and your friend, secretly as bookish as you, seems to be able to quote Shakespeare; your friend texts you an update right before dessert arrives. This date goes as pleasantly as one may think, smith the dreadful eyes of several creatures invisible to those around him, begin to whisper just how pretty the ‘strongest sorcerer’s date’ would be with their organs ripped out of them…so, Gojo just smiles as your friend tells him about the time they almost drowned in rip current on a day with no rip current warnings near their grandparents’ beach side residence.

“I was nine,” their voice says so casually. “I hit my head against some coral stone. Luckily there were no starving sharks nearby.”

“Luckily indeed,” Gojo says as he reaches across the table and a quiet, “May I?”

Across from him, your friend simply nods when he tilts her face up and to the side with his fingertips and there above her brow and close to the hairline is a scar of a clawmark. The coral wasn’t a coral after all…a warning at best is what Gojo thinks this story is. Perhaps there is more to your friend than either you or Nanami might know, but for now, considering they can’t see the mayhem about to surround you, Gojo decides to banish them all with a flick of his wrist.

The flowers rest on the table as a lemon tart with blueberries is delivered.

“So, Satoru, on a scale from one to ten,” spoon in hand, the first bite is taken. “How likely is it that you'd ask me out again?”

He has this pondering look on his face, before he clears his throat and answers with a clearer mind as he helps in eating the dessert.

It’s not until the bill is paid for and your friend is escorted by him back to the lobby where he kisses her burning blushed cheek:

“Morikami Gardens is holding a tea party,” his voice is low in a whisper before he gives her the day and time to meet. Gojo grazes his thumb over the moon lit cheek of his date contemplating whether or not this feeling in his chest is excitement or foreboding. He has lost the one person so precious to him, will he be able to handle that grief again?

“A tea party?”

The flowers in her hand sway in the wind.

“I’d love to go…Never been to the gardens at night.”

Hailing a cab, your friend looks over her shoulder at the handsome, not so much a stranger after this one date, “Pleasure to to have met your acquaintance, Gojo Satoru.”

“Such a formal goodbye, Haruka,” he pouts a bit as he ushers her into the taxi.

Although she smiles up at him, Gojo was not prepared to see such a cheeky glimmer in her eyes.

“Pick me up early and I’ll give you a better hello at my door,” she winks at him before the driver pulls away and back into the busy night streets of Tokyo.

The once labeled strongest feels his knees go weak at that.

***

Nearly a month later, you visit your friend and find her in a darkened state. She doesn’t know why the guy she went on a date with would be leaving the country the same week and not tell her anything. You tell her to sit on the couch with your help and you’ll make some coffee for the two of you.

Surely there had to be a reason, work maybe? Is all you seem to think as you trap the send button to Nanami who’s heading out for some light groceries. He calls you instead and as you finish putting the rest of the pot into your friend’s mug, Nanami tells you the truth.

“YN, don’t let her know just yet, but Gojo’s been severely injured on the job: he’s got these nasty looking injuries…”

“What?!” You whisper yell into the receiver.

Nanami pinches the better of his nose as he sighs right before he makes a call for his better judgment and informs you he’s at the hospital right now too (getting stitched up after another fight with a different curse this time).

You drink your coffee as calmly as you can and you tell him to stay where he is—

“I’m coming to get you, stay there.”

You hand your friend her mug of coffee and she asks you if everything in your paradise is alright.

“No, it’s not, but before I elaborate, Haruka, go take a shower and change into something comfortable: we’re going to Ropongi General.”

“The historic hospital? Why?” She inquired.

“I’ll explain when you’re out, just please,” you don’t mean to sound so parental, but she does listen to you.

Twenty-five minutes later, on the drive there, with you behind the wheel, you inform your friend of her date’s sudden ‘disappearance’.

“…you’re kidding.”

You focus on the road ahead silently shaking your head.

Scoffing, “You’re serious? A-and the same people attacked Nanami? But he’s one of the strongest people we know.”

Aggravated, you shift gears as you go uphill to the building with the flickering green and red lights. The red indicates where the parking garage is and the green is for the entrance. You rush first to the Emergency Entrance and are greeted by a rather portly nurse who tries to get you to sign in, but you, instead, cause a raucous bellowing out Nanami's name.

Haruka, thankfully arrives and takes the sign in sheet and signs both your names.

Nanami eventually pokes his stitched head out behind a curtain and he sees you being kindly dragged back to the nurses station so your visitors' badges can be printed.

Calmly, you bare your teeth at the nurse who hands you and your best friend the temporary sticker badges you peel and stick on your clothes, revealing how your bite is most definitely worse than the words you’re about to hurl at your blonde boyfriend from accounting.

“Curtain 13,” the nurse calls out from behind the station.

You growl a thank you and stomp off.

“Sorry about her…she usually has a decent personality,” your friend says as she follows behind.

Inside, Haruka sits in the corner where the extra chair is and you sternly look at the stitches on your boyfriend’s face.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” Your cup his face when he won’t look at you. His face goes from cold to warm when you speak to him. He’s half undressed as you noticed the bruises that had begun to form on his side.

“Bruised ribs?” you whisper and he winces as he nods.

“Y’know on the phone I thought you were here to see your friend,” you continue. “Haruka is here to see him too.”

She rises from her seat, looking dejected yet an odd sense of hope shines in this fluorescent lit room.

“Suite 111, ICU,” Nanami said.

Your friend nods and leaves you two alone.

“She may not want to hear it, but I do. Nanami, what happened?”

Nanami rests his head on your shoulder and although you’re quite smaller than he is, he just breathes, ragged, and slow. How much of the truth about the sorcerer world does he want to let you in on? How many more fights does he have left in him if the whispers the curses said to him are true: Kenjaku is looking for a fight and if it means threatening those close to the small community that is left, then you’re directly going to be in the line of fire…and so is Haruka, so Nanami leads with a bit of truth.

“Gojo’s family is a bit out of touch: they’re old Japanese money rich. Satoru’s name is synonymous with playboy antics and little responsibility—his job, his ‘real’ job involves being in dangerous conditions 99% of the time.”

“…and this is the one time he’s been injured this badly?”

Nanami’s silence is all the answer you need.

“A month, yn, he’d been medically comatose for a month,” Nanami’s voice is serious and strained. He’s had lost one too many friends in the past, it’s why his social circle typically included you, your best friend, and occasionally the menace that was his ‘Senpai’ in high school.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You pull the chair around to sit and rest your hands against his knees.

“Because I didn’t want them to follow you,” his answer makes sense.

You nod and let him know you’re glad he’s alright.

Elsewhere, your two closest friends are in another room entirely. The sound of a machine helping the once proud Gojo Satoru breathe becomes ambient background noise. Haruka reads the bracelet on his wrist. The admittance date on it reads the Thursday before your affixed garden date.

His vitals register above his head; you finally see the reasons being his long sleeved preference. Scars, keloid ones at that too, from either previous fights with dangerous people or attempts to end it all, litter his arms in every angle. Someone wanted him dead, but the patient hangs on like the quite charming stubborn man he is.

“You can come closer,” a nurse says in a gentle voice.

Footsteps lighter than begin to propel her forward, closer to the bed. The nurse continues to change the wires of the various IV drips he is on.

“Talk to him, who knows? It might be what he needs, isn’t that right Mr Gojo?”

You chuckle at her loving demeanor for an older nurse who seems like she was his mother.

“The violets you gave me finally entered away…,” she begins to say. He’s in really bad shape, the nurse notices how his head is bandaged down and around his eyes. The nurse carries on and right before she leaves, she looks at the two of them.

“…Tragedies and miracles happen everyday…”

The nurse closes the door of the suite to grant them privacy.

“Excuse me?” Haruka turns around to just hear the door close. The whirring of the machines draws her attention back to where his chest rises and falls.

Upon hearing the door click, your friend whispers against his peach-fuzz cheek. She chuckles at the haphazard beard he grows in his unconscious state before inhaling a nervous breath.

“You were supposed to pick me up for the garden tea party about a month ago…now I see why you weren’t able to come,” Haruka isn’t an emotional person really.

She isn’t known to be soft and delicate; quite the opposite really. Loud, rambunctious, funny, those were all a cover to hide the anxious wreck within.

“Normally, no one would be upset going to hospitals to visit those who were knew, but with the increase in tsunamis and the occasional landslide, Haruka doesn’t fair all too well with hospitals overall,” you confess to Nanami when he pulls you up to sit next to him. “She lost so much before we met in college, I think seeing Gojo will either be cathartic or traumatic for her.”

You exhale a deep breath, after he kisses your forehead, yet in the ICU unit, Haruka attempts to calm herself as she peers over Gojo’s bed. She reaches over to hold his hand.

“You’re still warm,” she laughs a bit. “I thought you stood me up you know, but never, never in my wildest imagination would it be because you’re in a coma. If you ever wake up, I’d give you one chance to tell me the truth, ok?…”

There are a million thoughts that go through one’s mind when in a hospital: some are positive and aligning to the living and healing; others are negative, full of grief and despair through the trials of keeping the people alive. Alas, here in the ICU of the notoriously historical Roppongi Hospital, one powerful sorcerer’s willingness to walk back to the world of the living makes him croak out a dry, “ok.”

Haruka, for all intents and purposes, should have screamed for help or at the very least pushed the call nurse button, but she didn't. She looks at the hand holding hers now and breathes a sigh of relief. Friend or not, this was not the way anyone ought to be spending a second, yet highly recommended improperly timed, date and she lets him know that head on.

Several minutes later, nurses and doctor on duty visit the room and do their own tests, conducting a series of “which IV we keep and which we can discard” conversations. Haruka steps outside for a bit of a breather and slides down to the floor with the wall of the hospital as her support. Her hands shake as she texts you about her once blind date waking up within the hour. You tell your boyfriend of the development and help him into his clothes after the discharge papers are signed.

Several glasses of water later, you’re back in the room, Gojo sits up with a relaxed smile on his unwrapped face; the scratches by his eyes are just that, scratches. His eyes are still that brilliant, lightest shade of iced sapphires when he looks at Haruka who just stands at the foot of his bed.

“For what it’s worth,” Gojo scratches his cheek with his free hand. “Hearing you scold me is refreshing.”

He beckons her forth and she obeys, choosing to sit on his right side.

“I suppose you’d want to hear how I got in this bed, injured and all,” he says.

Haruka, for whatever it’s worth, shakes her head to decline.

“Later, Satoru,” and his cheerful demeanor lessens until she walks up to him and pushes his hair back a bit to place a kiss above his brow. “Tell me when I come back after I get something to eat.”

As she glances at him, she notices the flushed color of his cheeks before waving a swift ‘bye for now’ when she steps out the doorway.

However, with her presence gone, Gojo’s mind replays a voice he hasn’t heard in a very long time: “I cursed you a little at the end too.”

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