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REVIVAL. [P.1]

MASTERLIST / REQUESTS.

SYNOPSIS: Death was usually permanent. That was until Gojo met you.

PAIRINGS: Gojo x Witch! Reader

GENRE + WARNINGS: MAJOR spoilers for chapter 237, slight angst, death, this small series will eventually contain smut. It's mostly fluff rn.

A/N: This was most definitely created to cope with what happened recently. I hope the fluff helps everyone else. Might do this same concept with Geto or Nanami. Ignore any errors, isn't really proofread.

WORD COUNT: 6,576

The moon hung low, casting a soft glow over the desolate battlefield. The air was thick with the scent of iron; a grim reminder of the struggle that had happened. In the center of it all lay a body, cold and unmoving. It was a far cry from the vibrant and cocky jujutsu sorcerer the world knew. Gojo Satoru, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, the man who was said to be invincible, lay motionless, the light in his usually vibrant eyes dimmed. The King of Curses had claimed his victory. The world had lost its beacon of hope.

Death has always been an immutable rule. In both the jujutsu world and the ordinary world, there is no coming back from its clutches. It is an absolute, a boundary that cannot be crossed. Countless sorcerers and ordinary people alike have tried, seeking to cheat death, but all have met the same inevitable fate. Gojo, with all his immense power and unparalleled skills, was no exception. His demise serves as a stark reminder that even the mightiest warriors are not exempt from this rule. There are no loopholes, no secret techniques, no hidden paths back to the realm of the living.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, the soft patter of feet following close behind. Cloaked in an unassuming garment, you stepped into the dim light, a sea of felines tailing after you, their eyes glowing like tiny lanterns in the darkness. The cat at Gojo's side looked at you, its gaze questioning.

You knelt next to Gojo's body, your cloak pooling around you like a puddle of ink. Your eyes, soft and understanding, studied him. He seemed so peaceful, so unlike the boisterous, charismatic man he had been in life. It felt wrong, seeing him this way. As your hand reached out, your thumb traced the contours of his cold, lifeless face, a frown etched deep into your features. You realized, with a jolt, that even someone as powerful as Gojo could fall.

Suddenly, a chorus of meows echoed through the area, pulling you from your thoughts. A small ginger cat had decided to climb onto Gojo's chest, its curious eyes staring into his blank ones. You shook your head, a small chuckle escaping your lips. "Oi, get off him, you little furball. He's not a bed," you said, gently lifting the cat and setting it on the ground. The cats around you mewled in protest, their tails flicking in annoyance.

You turned your attention back to Gojo. "Well, this is a fine mess you've gotten yourself into, huh?" you murmured. Despite the gravity of the situation, you couldn't help but find humor in it. After all, it wasn't every day that the strongest jujutsu sorcerer turned up dead in an alleyway. "You always were one for dramatics."

A gray tabby cat, braver than the rest, inched closer to the body, sniffing curiously. With a guffaw, you shooed it away with a swift, playful motion of your hand. "No, Whiskers, you can't claim this one. I have other plans."

Your cats, a motley crew of felines that followed you around like your personal army, sniffed around Gojo's cut-in-half body, their whiskers twitching as they picked up on the scent of blood. One of them, a particularly feisty tabby, pawed at Gojo's white hair as if trying to wake him up. "Enough, Haku," you chided, shooing the cat away from the body. The other cats watched with wide eyes, their tails flicking in annoyance. "Respect the dead, why don't you?"

Reaching out, you hesitated for a moment before placing your hand on his chest. It was cold, almost as cold as the night air around you. You could feel the last remnants of his cursed energy, like a barely discernible ripple in a calm pond. "You were supposed to be invincible, you know?" you murmured, your fingers tracing the contours of his face. His eyes, once full of life and mischief, were now closed, his lashes casting long shadows on his cheeks. Even in death, he was undeniably beautiful.

There was a soft rustling, and you looked up to see one of your cats, a fluffy white Persian, looking up at you with curious eyes. "Yes, Momo, we're doing this. No, you can't help. Last time you tried, you nearly killed the poor guy." Momo huffed, turning away in what you assumed was feline indignation. Turning your attention back to Gojo, you took a deep breath, summoning your energy. Your cats, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, huddled together, their eyes wide and ears perked.

You placed your hand over his heart, your fingers glowing with a soft, ethereal light. Death was a rule, an unbreakable, unchangeable law. But tonight, under the watchful gaze of the moon and a crowd of feline spectators, you were going to bend that rule. There was a silent promise in your actions, the unspoken words echoing in the cold, quiet night. You would bring Gojo back, no matter what it took. The smile never left your face, even though the task was daunting. You were breaking the unspoken rule, but then again, who said you ever played by the rules?

With a sigh, you stood, brushing off your cloak. "Well, let's get this show on the road. Can't have you lying around here all night. You'll scare the cats," you said, your voice light and teasing, your eyes twinkling with a mischievous spark. Despite the grim circumstances, you had a job to do, and you were going to do it with a smile on your face. After all, you were the exception to the rule. You, who the jujutsu world didn't know. You, who straddled the line between life and death. You, who were about to bring Gojo Satoru back from the dead.

After all, death was a concept too boring for you.

The early morning light peeked through the gaps in the heavy linen curtains, casting long, slender rays of light across the room that danced against the rustic wooden floorboards. Gojo, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer, found himself in an extraordinary situation. His azure eyes blinked open, his vision a blur at first, like a camera lens struggling to find its focus. He was sprawled on a bed that had a quilt of rich and earthy tones, with an odd sense of comfort that was too foreign to him. The last thing he remembered was feeling Sukuna's ruthless onslaught, the agony of his body being torn apart. Now, his body was intact, if a bit sore. He could feel the tight pull of bandages around his torso, the rough texture of the gauze against his skin. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the distinct fragrance of pine and something warmer, softer, and fuzzier…

Cats.

Everywhere he looked, there were cats. Fluffy Persians, sleek Siamese, rotund British Shorthairs, and yes, even a lion or two lounging about, their golden manes making them look like oversized, regal housecats. Cats perched on the window sills, cats sprawled across the furniture in the large room, cats napping lazily in the morning sun. They all turned their heads to look at him, their curious eyes studying him as if he were the odd one out. "This is new," Gojo muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and scratchy.

He pushed himself upright, wincing as pain ricocheted through him like a jolt of electricity. His body felt weak, as if it was made of paper, ready to crumble at the slightest touch. But that wasn't the strangest thing. It was the emptiness within him. The absence of the swirling, pulsating energy that had always been there. His cursed energy was gone. "No way..." he breathed out, a sense of dread washing over him.

One of the braver cats, a small tortoiseshell with bright green eyes, made its way over to him, its tail held high. The feline sniffed at his hand, its whiskers twitching before it let out a soft meow and nuzzled against him. This wasn't how Gojo had pictured his morning would start. He should be at the Jujutsu Tech, probably annoying somebody or teaching his students how to bend the world to their will. Not here, in a cottage filled with cats, devoid of his cursed energy and with no clue as to what had happened.

Gojo's snow-capped hair was a disheveled mess, contrasting against the dark green of the handmade quilt wrapped around him. His normally vibrant, ocean-blue eyes, now seemed dull and devoid of their usual spark. The last thing he remembered was the searing pain as Sukuna's curse sliced through him.

The room around him was filled with an uncanny silence, broken only by the soft purring of the cats and the distant chirping of birds. The wooden floor was covered in various patches of sunlight, making the dust particles in the air visible. The cats, with their sparkling eyes and swishing tails, watched him with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Among them was a lion, its golden mane catching the morning light, with a few audacious kittens nestled in it.

"Am I in a Miyazaki film or something?" Gojo murmured, his voice hoarse from disuse. He attempted to push himself up into a sitting position, his muscles protesting at the movement. A sharp pang of pain shot through him, causing him to hiss and slump back onto the bed.

"I must've died and gone to cat heaven... or maybe…. maybe.. this is hell," he added, a hint of his usual humor returning to his voice. Despite his confusion and pain, Gojo couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of his situation. In the midst of all the chaos, being surrounded by cats in a cozy cottage was not the worst thing that could've happened to him.

The cats, sensing his distress, began to move closer, their whiskers twitching and their tails swishing. A calico cat, with patches of orange, black and white fur, hopped onto the bed and sniffed at Gojo, its green eyes filled with curiosity. Another, a black cat, with gleaming yellow eyes, rubbed itself against his leg, its purring a soothing rhythm in the otherwise silent room. "Okay, okay... I get it, I'm not dead," Gojo said, his words punctuated by a wince as pain flared up again. "But where am I? And why are there so many of you?"

With a sigh, he leaned back against the plush pillows, his mind racing with questions. How did he survive? How did he end up here? Why were there so many cats? He had to find answers. But for now, he was alive, and that's what mattered. Gojo Satoru was down, but he was not out. Yet. "Alright, kitties," he murmured, already formulating a plan. "Let's figure this out."

The first hint of dawn was just beginning to touch the tips of the trees, bathing the expansive property in a soft, rose-gold light as Gojo Satoru navigated through the seemingly endless sea of feline-themed decor. The former battleground had transformed into a peculiar sanctuary, an eccentric haven for the cat-obsessed. The interior was littered with framed pictures of cats in all sizes and shapes—lions, tigers, jaguars, house cats—each image a testament to the owner's peculiar fixation. Despite the peculiar theme, the house was charming in its own way, a cozy mélange of rustic furniture and verdant plants that created a homey atmosphere.

He limped through the house, his movements slow and cautious, a stark contrast to his usually confident stride. The energy in the house was calming, soothing even. The air was thick with the aroma of fresh greenery mixed with a sweet, almost irresistible scent that he couldn't quite place, inviting him further into the peculiar place.

The sound of humming trickled into the otherwise quiet house, a cheerful melody that seemed to be at odds with the situation. Turning towards the sound, he found another door, leading to what seemed like an expansive yard. Cats of all shapes and sizes lounged lazily in the sun, some playfully chasing each other while others simply basked in the soft morning light. A white tiger, as majestic as it was intimidating, lay sprawled on the grass, its eyes half-closed in a catnap.

Cautiously, he approached the source of the humming. At the center of the yard was a tall, magnificent tree, its branches heavy with leaves. He blinked, his blue eyes squinting against the sun, and then he saw you. You popped out from the tree-leaves, and smiled. You were hanging upside down from a branch, your [h/c] hair forming a shimmering curtain around your face. Your [e/c] eyes sparkled beneath the shade of the tree, full of life and mischief. Your [s/c] skin glowed in the dawn light, making you look ethereal.

"Gojo! You're awake!" you exclaimed, your voice echoing with genuine joy. "I mean, I knew you would be – I healed you after all! But, wow! You woke up so fast! I mean, I thought I'd have to wait a while longer, but here you are!" Your words tumbled out in a flurry, each sentence overlapping the other, punctuated only by the sound of your excited laughter. Before he could even form a response, you continued, "You know, when I saw you, I was like, 'Wow! This guy needs help!' And then I was like, 'Wait, is that Gojo Satoru? The one and only?' And then I was like, 'Of course it is! I should help him!' And then I did! And now you're here! In my home! With all my cats!"

Despite the initial shock, Gojo found himself chuckling, drawn in by your lively spirit. This was certainly not how he envisioned his morning would go, but he had to admit, it was far from boring. You jumped down from the tree, your full body coming into view— and it didn't help that you were even more attractive.

You smiled excitedly, "Oh wow, I still can't believe this— this is just like that one episode of 'Magical Girl Yumeko' where Yumeko finds the wounded prince in her garden! Except you're not a prince, you're a sorcerer. And this isn't a garden, it's a yard. And these cats aren't magical creatures, they're just... well, cats. But still!"

Your words tumbled out in an excited rush, your mind racing faster than your mouth could keep up. Gojo, on the other hand, looked utterly bemused, his visible eye blinking in confusion as he tried to process your rapid-fire speech.

"Am I... dreaming?" he mumbled, seemingly to himself.

"No, no! You're definitely not dreaming!" you replied, bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement. "Or at least, I don't think you are. Unless this is one of those shared dream things, like in 'Dreamwalker Chronicles'. Oh, have you read 'Dreamwalker Chronicles'? It's this really cool book about—" You slapped yourself, as if to get yourself on point. Taking a deep breath in, you happily make eye contact with Gojo. Suddenly remembering the situation, you cut yourself off mid-ramble, a sheepish grin spreading across your face. "Right, food! You must be starving! Come inside, I'll rustle up something for you. And don't worry about the cats, they're very friendly!"

"I was just about to make some breakfast. I can make pancakes! Or, or, do you like eggs? I have some fresh bread too! And coffee! I can make a mean cup of coffee. Do you like coffee? No, wait, don't tell me, it's a surprise!" You grabbed his hand, pulling him up with an unexpected strength. Gojo could only let himself be led, his confusion only growing. He was a powerful sorcerer, supposedly the strongest, and yet there he was, being babied by a stranger who seemed to have adopted him overnight.

"Come on, come on," you rambled on, your hands fluttering in excitement as you gently tugged on his arm, leading him towards the warm light of your home. You were already planning the breakfast menu in your head, your mind buzzing with the endless possibilities.

The kitchen was as quaint as the rest of the house, filled with the aroma of fresh coffee and homemade food. The cats were everywhere, yet surprisingly none of them dared to step into the kitchen, watching you with curious eyes as you moved around the kitchen with ease. Gojo watched as you rambled on, your hands busy preparing breakfast, your energy filling the room. It was a strange sight, a strange situation to be in. But for the first time in a while, he found himself enjoying the moment, the company, even if it was a bit overwhelming.

Surrounding him were cats of all shapes and sizes, lazily lounging around as if he was in some sort of feline paradise. Underneath him, he could feel the comforting plushness of a velvet cushion, the fabric surprisingly warm against his body. His limbs felt heavy, his body ached, and his mind was in a haze — the aftermath of a grueling battle that had left him dead and drained.

You bounced into the room, your eyes sparkling with giddiness and an energy that was almost contagious. Your hands were full with a tray stacked high with breakfast foods—toast, eggs, bacon, and a steaming pot of tea. The aroma wafted through the air, filling the room with a homey scent.

"I've prepared breakfast for you! You must be starving, right? Or maybe you prefer to sleep a bit more? But then the food will get cold, and I'm sure you wouldn’t want that, would you?"

Gojo blinked at your onslaught of words, silent but visibly amused by your excitement. You didn't give him a chance to speak, your words flowing like a river, leaving no room for interruption.

"And oh! Look at the kitties! They are just so cute, aren’t they?" you squealed, gesturing at the various cats lounging around the room, each one looking more comfortable than the last. "I hope you don't mind cats. They usually don't bother anyone, though. Well, except for that one," you pointed at a particularly grumpy-looking cat, "but he only bites when he's hungry. Or sleepy. Or bored."

A chuckle escaped Gojo's lips, the absurdity of the situation tickling his humor. He was used to being the one talking others' ears off, and your excitable rambling was a refreshing change. "You sure have a lot to say," he finally managed to inject, his tone laced with amusement.

"Oh, I do! I just can't help it!" you responded, seemingly unbothered by his observation. "Here, let me help you up. You need to eat and regain your strength." With a gentle tug from you, Gojo found himself being escorted to a dining table, the smell of the food growing stronger and making his stomach rumble in anticipation. As he took his seat, he couldn't suppress a small grin.

"Where am I?" Gojo asked, his voice still laced with slight confusion.

"Oh, this is my humble abode!" you said, setting the tray on a small coffee table in front of him. The aroma of fresh pancakes and coffee wafted through the air, making Gojo's stomach rumble unconsciously. "I found you outside last night, you looked pretty beat up…and uhm, dead? So I brought you in! Isn't that exciting? I mean, not your injuries, those are concerning, but like, you being here. I mean, it's not every day that you find the strongest sorcerer sprawled out on the ground."

He looked at you, surprised. You appeared to be a sorcerer, but one he has never heard of before. Considering your abilities, he should've at least heard about you once, right? You had managed to shut Gojo up.

"My cats and I are huge fans. Oh, speaking of cats, would you like to hold Mr. Mittens? He's the chubby one over there. He's very sweet. Or maybe you'd prefer Whiskers? She's a bit of a diva, but she warms up to people pretty quickly. Oh, but do try the pancakes first! I made them myself! And don't worry, I didn’t put any catnip in them, despite what Haku might have suggested." You continued rambling, every sentence punctuated with a giggle or a spark of excitement. Your words filled the room, like a colorful brush painting over the silence.

It was infectious, and despite his initial confusion, Gojo found himself intrigued. It was like he was caught in a whirlwind of your giddy excitement. He picked up a fork and tried a pancake, a smile of genuine delight spreading across his face. "These are good," he admitted.

"Well, of course, they are! I did make them after all," you winked playfully.

"Y'know," Gojo remarks, his voice muffled by a mouthful of the golden-brown fluffiness. His fingers deftly maneuver the fork despite his injuries, the syrup-soaked pieces disappearing into his mouth as if by magic. "Really thought I kicked the bucket this time,"

Your laughter rings out through the room, bouncing off the walls filled with cat portraits, "Oh, you definitely did, like mega dead." You flip another pancake onto a plate with gusto, your hands moving with practiced ease. "But you know, dead, alive, it's all very wishy-washy when you think about it. So, I just...you know...brought you back from the dead! No biggie, right?"

Gojo raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his visible eye. "And who might you be, the one who brought me back from the 'mega dead'?"

"Ah, well," you begin, absently scratching the chin of a tabby cat that had sauntered up to you, "you could say I'm a sort of... hermit? Yeah, that's a good word! I've been hiding. Or living. It's hard to tell the difference sometimes. I just kinda keep to myself, ya know? Sorcerers aren't exactly my cup of tea...no offense."

"From sorcerers?" His tone is light, teasing, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity, a desire to understand this strange person who seems to exist outside the world he knows.

You throw your head back, laughing again. "Oh no, not just sorcerers, from everyone! Well, except cats, of course. Cats are the best."

Gojo chuckles, the sound low and warm, "So why the exception for me? Don't you usually dislike sorcerers?"

"Well," you say, a playful glint in your eyes, "You're something else. You're like...coffee. I like coffee..."

Gojo chuckled at your analogy, his bandaged fingers tracing the rim of his teacup. "Is that so? I'm flattered. But tell me, do you always hide out here with your army of cats?"

You giggled, your eyes twinkling with delight as you pointed at a chubby tabby dozing off in the corner. "Oh, they're not all mine! They just like to hang around. Cats are good judges of character, you know. They must like you too, none of them have run away yet!"

His laughter joins yours, filling the room with a warm, comfortable atmosphere, the kind that wraps around you like a soft blanket. The moment lingers, a snapshot of tranquility amidst the chaos outside. "You're quite interesting, you know," Gojo says, his eyes crinkling as he gives you a flirtatious wink. "I must admit, I'm a little intrigued."

You blink at him, surprised, then smile, "Really? That's awesome! I thought you might think I'm weird or something. I mean, I live with a bunch of cats and resurrected you from the dead. That's not exactly normal, right?"

You can hear the soft purring of a tabby curled up in your lap, its contentment spreading warmth in the cool morning air. You glance over at Gojo, who's seated at the wooden table, nursing a steaming cup of coffee with his left hand - the one that isn't bandaged. His injuries are quite severe, but with his normally nonchalant demeanor replaced by a grimace, you can't help but be reminded of how human he really is. He's currently preoccupied with a plate of pancakes you had insisted on making for him, their fluffy golden-brown layers slathered in a generous helping of syrup.

Your eyes meet his exposed blue ones, a rarity in itself. You notice the faintest hint of vulnerability swimming in them before he quickly masks it with his trademark smirk. "Hey," he begins, his voice hoarse from the injuries, "do you think my cursed energy will come back when all this," he gestures vaguely to his bandaged body, "heals up?"

You consider him for a moment before letting out a soft sigh, your face falling into an uncharacteristically serious expression. The room suddenly feels a lot heavier despite the early morning tranquility, and even the cats seem to quiet down, their yellow eyes glinting with curious anticipation.

"I'm sorry Gojo but.. you'll never get it back." you say, your voice steady yet soft. His eyes widen slightly at your words, and for a moment, the room is filled with a tense silence. You watch as he swallows, his grip on his mug tightening. He looks like he's about to say something, but before he can, you burst into a fit of snickers.

"Gotcha!" You exclaim, unable to hold back your laughter any longer. The cats scatter as you almost topple over, your laughter echoing around the room. When you finally catch your breath, you wipe away a tear from the corner of your eye, a wide grin stretching across your face.

Gojo, on the other hand, is staring at you dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open slightly. "What the—" he begins, but you cut him off with another round of laughter.

"I'm just pulling your leg, Gojo!" you manage to say between fits of giggles. "Of course your cursed energy will come back. Once your body is fully healed, and that should be in a month or two, everything will return to normal. You'll be back to being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and all that jazz."

Gojo blinked, before a slow grin spread across his face. "You're terrible," he commented, but there was no bite in his words.

You broke out into snickers, your shoulders shaking as you laughed. "Oh c'mon! I was just kidding!"

He stares at you for a moment longer before a playful glint appears in his eyes. "You almost gave me a heart attack," he grumbles, but there's no real anger in his voice. "You know, you're really cute when you're trying to be funny," he comments, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Your laughter finally subsides, and you give him a puzzled look. "I'm always funny, Gojo. You just don't appreciate good humor," you smirked.

Despite the injury, he wore his signature playful grin, watching your animated movements with amusement. "So," Gojo called out suddenly, his voice breaking through your excited chatter about a new cat toy you had ordered. "What makes me so special to you, compared to all the other sorcerers?" His tone was light, but there was an uncharacteristic seriousness underlying his question.

You tilted your head, a flash of confusion passing over your features before you beamed at him, completely oblivious to his attempt at flirting. "Well, let's see!" you chirped, reaching out to grab his hand. It was a surprising act, but your touch was gentle, your fingers tracing the lines on his palm. "Your hand says a lot about you, you know?"

His surprise was evident, but he allowed you to continue, intrigued by your sudden excitement. The cats around you seemed to share your giddiness, their eyes fixed on the spectacle unfolding. "See this line?" you pointed at the creased skin under his fingers, "This is the Heart Line. It's long and deep, which means you're not only affectionate and caring but also carry a significant emotional burden." You traced the line as you spoke, your touch feather-light. "And yet.."

"And yet?" Gojo prompted, his voice barely above a whisper. Despite having just met you, he was drawn in by your authenticity, your childlike excitement, and your unusual approach to everything.

"And yet you care," you finally announced, looking up to meet his hidden gaze. "Despite the weight you carry, despite the battles you fight, you genuinely care about the people around you. That's not something I see every day, especially not in sorcerers."

Gojo was silent, his playful grin replaced by a more amused, softer smile. You had just described him with such accuracy that it was almost eerie. Yet, instead of feeling exposed, he felt understood. And that feeling was both comforting and terrifying.

Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you moved to another line. "This one here is your Life Line. It's strong and prominent, just like you. It shows you're resilient and have a zest for life. But it also suggests a heavy burden. You're shouldering a lot, aren't you?" You glanced up at him, your expression softening, as if you could see the weight he carried.

The room fell into a comfortable silence as you continued to read his palm, diving into his personality, strengths, and hidden truths. Gojo watched you, his eyes wide with interest, a hint of amusement hidden in his gaze. You were everything he hadn't known he needed - a breath of fresh air in his world filled with curses and battles.

Your laughter filled the room as you moved onto a different line, your enthusiasm infectious. "And this, Gojo, is your Fate Line! It's very distinct, just like your destiny. You're meant for great things, and you know it." You poked his palm playfully, sending a ripple of laughter through the room.

He's taken aback, surprised by the accuracy of your readings. A soft chuckle escapes him, "Well, you certainly read more from my hand than I expected."

Your response, however, is cut short by a plaintive meow. You glance over your shoulder and find one of your cats pawing at the door, a clear sign that it's time for some unknown task. "Oh, it's that time already?" You exclaim, a note of surprise in your voice. Standing up, you dust off your pants and move to the door, throwing an apologetic look over your shoulder. "I'm sorry, Gojo. I have to run. Feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen."

With that, you're out the door, leaving Gojo alone in your kitchen. He watches as you disappear from sight, a small smile playing on his lips. It certainly was an interesting way to start the day, but he couldn't deny that it was also one of the most pleasant.

This is how it was for the ongoing weeks.

It started innocently enough. You would often leave for hours on end, without really ever telling him where you were going. Not that it was any of his business. The first time you vanished, he brushed it off, assuming you needed some time alone. You'd return, eventually, with apologies but no explanations. Your arrival would be marked by the faint scent of adventure hanging on your clothes, a lingering reminder of the world outside that was now closed off to him for now. He'd find himself undeniably excited for your arrival back, even if it meant you'd just ramble about random things.

As the first rays of dawn creep over the horizon, you burst into the room, your face flushed with excitement, eyes sparkling like the morning star. You're practically bouncing on your toes, the anticipation humming through you like a live wire. "Good morning, Gojo!" you exclaim, your voice echoing around the room.

Gojo, propped up against a stack of pillows, his injuries partially concealed by the sheets, raises an eyebrow at your enthusiasm but doesn't manage to suppress a small, amused smile. He's used to your vibrant energy by now, but he still finds it quite endearing, even if he'd never admit it out loud. "You're awfully chipper this morning," he says, his tone light and teasing.

You giggle, practically skipping over to his bedside, a tray of breakfast in your hands. There are cats lounging everywhere, scattered around the room like ornaments. Some are curled up on the window sills, others are sprawled out on the floor, and a few brave ones are perched at the foot of Gojo's bed, their eyes tracking your every move.

"There was this show I was watching last night—oh, it was so good! The main character has this really cool ability where they can, um... " you start rambling excitedly, setting down the breakfast tray on the nightstand before plopping down on the edge of the bed, your fingers twining together as you animatedly recount the plot. You're so caught up in your own world that you don't notice Gojo's gaze fixated on you, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

"And then, there was this cat in the show, oh! It was the cutest thing! It had these tiny little paws and this adorable little nose and—" you're cut off by a soft purr, one of your cats rubbing up against your leg, begging for attention. With a laugh, you scoot down to give it a gentle scratch behind the ears, your heart swelling with affection.

Gojo watches you, a strange warmth spreading through him. He's so used to dealing with people who only care about power, the sight of someone so genuine and kind is refreshing. It's... nice.

"But enough about me, how are you feeling?" You ask, turning your attention back to him, your face softening with concern.

He grins at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm feeling better already," he says, and despite the ache in his body, he finds that he means it. Throughout the conversation, you're a whirlwind of energy, constantly shifting topics, getting distracted by the cats, but always making sure Gojo's okay. There's a warmth that radiates from you, a kindness that's as endearing as it is infectious. And as the morning light filters through the window, casting a soft glow on your face, Gojo can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, he's a little bit smitten.

"Oh yeah— I forgot to tell you! Did you know that a group of cats is called a clowder? Or a glaring! Isn't that interesting?"

You're rambling again, you know, but you can't help it. Gojo simply looks at you, a nonchalant glance, a little twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

"Is that so?" He replies, a hint of laughter in his tone. His hand idly strokes the fur of a calico cat curled up against his side. He's silent for a while, his gaze fixed on you. It's intense, and you feel your cheeks warm up under his scrutiny.

You decide to break the silence, "And did you know that a cat's brain is 90% similar to a human's? Fascinating, right?" You continue, pointing at a fluffy white cat that was attempting to climb onto Gojo's lap.

"Are you implying that I've a cat's brain now?" Gojo asks, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a smirk. You can't help but giggle at his playful sarcasm. The sound fills the room, bouncing off the walls and mingling with the soft mewls of the cats.

"Of course not, Gojo! Your brain is much more... unique," you reply, pausing for effect, "Like a snow leopard's, perhaps?"

"Snow leopard, huh?" He chuckles, sounding genuinely amused. It’s a warm sound, and you find yourself grinning in response. You can see it then, the way his expression softens just a tiny bit, his fingers gently scratching behind the ears of a purring tabby.

A bit of time has passed, and he finds himself near the kitchen once again. The sun was setting, and the soft, orange glow bathed the cottage. It was a quaint, cozy space, cluttered with books, trinkets, and an ungodly number of cat toys strewn about. The soft hum of a refrigerator and the occasional meow filled the silence. In the midst of it all sat Gojo, the man known as the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer, on your worn-out couch, buried under a pile of cats. His usually vibrant, silver hair was a mess, courtesy of the cat currently nestled in it. His blindfold had been long ago lost in the battle with Sukuna, revealing those striking, azure eyes. They were softer now, lacking their usual teasing glint, replaced with a peaceful, almost vulnerable gaze.

You were in the kitchen, trying your best to prepare dinner while simultaneously swatting away the curious cats trying to jump on the counter. The apron you wore was adorned with ridiculous cat prints. Gojo was currently chuckling at your struggles from his comfortable spot on the couch. "Need any help there?" He asked, a playful smirk on his face as he lowered the manga he had been reading. His voice was smooth, the amusement lacing his words only adding to the charm.

"N—no, I got this!" You stammered, trying to keep a pot from boiling over, food in a pan from burning, while shooing a particularly stubborn cat away.

The laughter that erupted from Gojo was genuine and hearty, a sound rarely heard outside the confines of these walls. It was a stark contrast to the playful, yet calculated warrior who faced gruesome curses and life-threatening dangers daily. "You sure? Because it looks like Tama is about to help itself to the fish," he teased, pointing to the cat that had finally managed to jump onto the counter. The sight of you yelping and sprinting towards the cat sent him into another fit of laughter.

As you stirred the pot of stew on the stove, the spicy aroma wafting through the air, you looked over your shoulder to see Gojo sprawled across your couch. He was surrounded by a small army of your cats, their soft purrs a testament to their contentment. Gojo's long, elegant fingers were gently stroking the fur of the tabby curled up on his chest, his other hand lazily flipping through a manga. The simple sight of him, so at ease, made your heart flutter in a way you hadn't expected. It was just so...normal. So human.

A sudden, loud meow from one of the kittens snapped you out of your thoughts. You couldn't help but laugh as Gojo jumped, surprised, the manga slipping from his fingers. The kittens scattered, leaving a bemused Gojo in their wake. His lips pulled into a pout, the sight so endearing you had to suppress the urge to coo. "Traitors," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "And here I was, thinking we had something special."

You laughed again, the sound filling the room, making Gojo's heart flutter in response. He turned to you, the ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, laugh it up," he said, though the fondness in his voice belied his words.

You walked over to him, a plate of curry in your hands. "Here, eat up," you said, placing the plate on the coffee table in front of him. "And don't worry about the cats. They'll come back once they smell the food."

Gojo sighed dramatically, the act making you roll your eyes. But you knew, as he picked up his spoon and took the first bite, he wouldn't have it any other way. This was his sanctuary, his slice of normalcy in a world filled with curses and chaos. And you, you were his anchor, grounding him in a reality where he could just be Satoru. And for that, he was eternally grateful.

He was starting to fall for you.

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Jujutsu Kaisen 236: Heading South

This is probably the craziest chapter for the JJK community (rightfully so), and I have been on the fence about writing this up. It won't be super long, I hope… but there are a few things from the chapter I want to highlight.

So once you get past this cut, be prepared to see me bare all in my emotions and analysis for this amazing chapter Gege has given us!

P.S FORGIVE ME IF THIS META SUCKS! I AM OUT OF PRACTICE!!

The Afterlife

None of the jujutsu kaisen fandom is new to death. It is quite the opposite, actually. Characters that the fans love are put in life or death scenarios with no guarantee of them getting out. Even simple side characters that fans enjoy are subject to death, so pandering has never been Gege's thing. For me, the death of Gojo is emotionally hard because I love him, but his death isn't what moved me in this chapter… it was his experience in the afterlife.

The beginning of the chapter is us seeing Geto walking up to Gojo and Gojo reacting sourly. Of course this is him realizing he lost, but before I get into the words shared, I want to focus on the environment Gege gave us. We don't see adult Geto and Gojo, but the hidden inventory or teenage versions of them. I think everyone knows the reasoning behind this is because this is Gojo's “ideal time” of his life. His time as an adolescent with Geto by his side was when he was the happiest.

The fact Gojo form reverts to those days is so sad. To me, it reflects that Gojo never left the past. Everyone he encounters is from his time as a teenager, even showing us Ririka, her maid and even TOJI. (Toji appearing there was a fucking SHOCK to me… that's something else entirely to unpack for another time.) It is very sad seeing Gojo admit in many ways that he didn't feel truly happy after Geto's death. He became the strongest, and that even separated him from Geto, the person who would have given him satisfaction as a living being, not a jujutsu sorcerer. No matter how much he loved everyone, he knew that people could never understand him. But he felt that he could pour that feeling into Sukuna, since he is the only other being to be separated by others in that way.

On top of that, the dead group seem to be in an airport, symbolizing death and taking flight to a new land. This all makes sense when you think about the context of the chapter discussing heading north or south. The airport represents the flight into the next part of the soul's existence. I don't have too much to add on that specific theme, but I implore you to look up the symbolism for yourself.

A Curse Can Save People...

Is anyone else geeking with excitement over the fact that this chapter confirms the connection the living world has with the dead? Gojo literally asks Nanami how was his death, and we get Haibara explaining how he jumped in. This was the confirmation that what Gojo was seeing couldn't be a dream because how could he imagine receiving information that no one except Nanami would know.

This means a lot to me, because it deepens the level of meaning behind Nanami's death. In the moments of his death, he knew he was cursing Yuji, but that curse was exactly what Yuji needed to understand the gravity of his new life and choices he made. Specifically for Nanami, this was his final turning point. He chose to bet on the future instead of believing in the usual way of doing things. Haibara jumping in, was him reaching over from the other side, which implies (at least to me) that your loved ones are always watching even in death. I believe that is the “curse” that stays on jujutsu sorcerers, but also can be their saving grace in their last moments.

At the end of the day, the living cannot understand the dead, hence why Yaga said that all sorcerers die with regrets, but the truth is in those final moments only the dead can understand the curse placed upon them. It is the hindsight that creates an atmosphere of understanding, and only then will a person know if the choices they made truly made them happy. Even for Yaga specifically, him cursing Gakuganji was him reliving himself of burden and regret. “My Curse unto you” is literally a curse that saved Gakuganji from being a puppet of the higher ups. I love how Gege is perfectly tieing all the knots together!

Gojo was cursed by love (geto), and felt he was separated by everyone until his final moments, but those who knew him when he wasn't “the strongest” are those that are there to comfort him as he heads south. I love that Gojo was able to get this final moment with those that he loves, and I hope that this is where they are all experiencing their time. It makes me wonder if THIS is the place Kenjakub discussed (in between dreams and reality).

I will never forget you for as long as I live…

I won't explain the 4 dimensional slash that Sukuna used in this post, but if you would like me to do a more detailed explanation, just let me know in the comments!

What I want to talk about is Sukuna and how this fight impacted him. I think Gojo was wrong when he said his feelings didn't reach Sukuna. In fact, Sukuna saying he will never forget Gojo is him acknowledging that Gojo's feelings did reach him. The King of Curses has not acknowledged a single character in the way he acknowledged Gojo. Even with Jogo, he called him strong but the words “I will never forget you…” + a genuine smile is so powerful that it gave me chills. (Not to mention he is doing this in Megumi's body… it hurts me.)

I am proud of Gojo because he fought his hardest and got the acknowledgement he wanted, but I think this conclusion shows that Gojo was never as selfish as Sukuna. He was never as alone as Sukuna is, even with Uraume by his side, Sukuna still exuded a sense of loneliness that caused Yozoru to chase after him. Gojo still believes in the next generation, but he still represents the old generation. I personally don't think his death is necessary to symbolize the next generation stepping up, but when you think about it, many of the adult sorcerers we are introduced to (with relevance) have been killed off. This topic can divulge into what Gege is trying to do with progression of the Jujutsu world (giving gakuganji a change of heart and establishing him as a leader for the next generation, for example). I can see how Gojo's death is the literal nail in the coffin, ending the influence of the old generation… Leaving Shoko and Gakuganji to be there as support for the future.

I digress, the point I want to make here is that Gojo did the best he could do to show Sukuna "love" and I wonder what else Gege is going to do to continue that plot point. I also need to see how Megumi will tie into this, because I know his soul is going to play an important role in all of this, I just cannot pinpoint how exactly.

In Conclusion

I will most likely be doing a write-up for every chapter from here on out because I know this situation is going to get deeper. I will be watching Gege's movements closely and can't wait to see how it is all put together!!!

Will Megumi wake up? What is Kashimo's technique gonna be? How will Sukuna counter it? Will Yuta and Maki jump in? WILL MEGUMI WAKE UP??!?!?!?!

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