#i’d never choose gojo over you
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thanks fr the mmrs
i want to write more kento stuff but i have zero ideas :( it’s a curse tbh he’s literally the loml but it’s impossible for me to write for him. anyways enjoy this hot mess <3
✰dark content, non consensual somnophilia, he’s a jealous perv, me simping for him
kento is well aware how much gojo loves you. the man makes sure to mention it at least one hundred something times a day. “i’ve never met a girl like her..i just love her so much” he’d tell him while they walked throughout the campus. or he’d bring up a cutesy little story while getting drinks. it was clear satarou gojo was in l-o-v-e
externally nanami nodded, trying to seem happy for his coworkers good fortune. telling him how happy he was that he had found such a lovely partner and expressing his excitement for their upcoming engagement. but inside he was being eaten alive by jealousy.
nanami had met you first. he had loved you first. you were supposed to be all his. if only he hadn’t introduced you to gojo. you’d be his pretty little girlfriend who he could proudly brag about to all his coworkers and friends. regret was slowly gnawing through his heart.
and that’s how he found himself in your room, standing above you as your slept peacefully on your twin sized bed. you looked so cute all cuddled up under your blankets, snuggling up against a stuffie which by the looks of it you’d had for years. he couldn’t understand how gojo could leave such an adorable thing alone so often.
if he was your partner he’d take you with him on every trip, treating you like the royalty you were.
nanami sighed as he continued to gaze down at you. god, you looked angelic being bathed in the light of the moon. like an angel that fell from the heavens itself.
carefully he climbed into bed with you, his breath catching in his throat as you nestled against his chest.
“toru? is that you”? you asked sleepily, not bothering to open your eyes.
nanami knew if he spoke he’d be screwed. you’d see him as some kind of sick pervert, rightly so, and never speak to him again. instead he answered with a simple “mhm”
you mumbled something incoherently before drifting back into your slumber.
oh god you were just so cute. he was trying his best to control his more..perverse urges but he was failing.
fuck. he knew how wrong this was- how terrible he was for doing this in the first place. but what kind of man would he be if he left you unattended and needy for a man’s touch.
his fingers crept beteen your thoughts eating a small gasp from you but nothing more. as he moved them higher it was clear how wet you had become.
nanami couldn’t help but feel another twinge of jealousy with a hint of annoyance. gojo got to experience this as often as he wanted and yet he was too busy with his “work” to indulge himself with this amazing feeling. he’d never understand how that man could be so stupid.
you were just so ready for him, his index finger slid through your slick folds with ease. it was almost as if his body was molded to give you pleasure. he was careful to keep his pace slow and methodical. there was a chance he’d never be able to experience this bliss ever again in his lifetime. it was imperative that he took his time to bask in your glory.
quiet whines fell from your lips as he continued his movements. nanami couldn’t help but feel as if he died and went to heaven.
it didn’t take much longer for your climax to approach. he felt your walls clench around his fingers as you groaned in pure pleasure.
“mmm satoru. i love you so much”.
he knew he should feel bad, he should feel guilty for what he’s done. but he didn’t m. in fact he felt the best he had in weeks. he’s definitely going to pay you a few more visits before your boyfriend returns.
#idk why im writing this#i’ve been on a writing spree#and all of it’s darker content#i’m sorry nanami#:(#i love you baby#i’d never choose gojo over you#never ever#you’re always my first choice#</3#ur the love of my life nanamin#nanami smut#nanami kento smut#nanami kento#nanami x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#anime smut#esha writes
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happy wife, happy life — gojo satoru
synopsis. not fawning over his wife may prove to be harder than gojo thought.
contents. fluff, gojo is so whipped for his wife and everyone is tired (whats new), ooc gojo?
notes. this was pure self indulgence. i wanted to slander and coddle gojo all at once and this was it teehee :3
the first thing you hear when you stand up to leave the staff meeting is a wolf whistle.
“looking good,” satoru looks you up and down. you roll your eyes playfully, your husband’s behavior is not foreign to you. he taps your upper thigh, dangerously close to your butt as you take your leave. however, the others in the room don't take kindly to the action.
“highly inappropriate behavior gojo,” utahime mutters under her breath from across the table. beside her, nanami is giving your husband a hard stare.
satoru pays no mind to them though, smiling up at you as you walk out of the room. you shake your head when he continuously blows a series of kisses. he ignores your rejection, opting to mouth crude comments instead.
the moment the door shuts, the strongest sorcerer immediately deflates, disinterested in whatever matters the rest had to discuss about.
“i don’t know how she puts up with you,” utahime takes a long sip out of her cup of tea. beside her, shoko snorts.
“probably for his body.” shoko is not unfamiliar with satoru’s antics, having witnessed it since his rowdy school days. she applauds him for coming far with you, but it was still fun to tease him.
gojo crosses his arms, emitting a disgruntled sound. “and my golden personality?”
nanami sighs, “ieiri’s conclusion is most likely right.”
the limitless user wiggles his finger playfully. “nanamin, how scandalous of you to fantasize about my body! i’m a married man y’know~”
nanami looks like he has eaten something sour. unlike you, nanami’s attitude towards gojo has not softened as the years passed.
“i’m surprised she’s still with you.” utahime snickers. “she’s a sensible woman and you’re–”
satoru frowns at her statement. he’d never thought about how you felt about his behavior. perhaps that was his fatal flaw. gojo satoru had a nasty streak of negligence. and the last time he failed to notice someone dear to him —
“well i’m glad she ended up choosing me, yeah?” his frown is quickly covered up by the wide smirk on his face. he leans back on his chair that’s starting to feel less comfortable by the second. the chair creaks under the weight of his body. honestly, how old are these old wooden things? “as much as i’d like to keep chatting about my lovely wife, i’d like to get this meeting over with so i can see her again.”
the rest of the meeting ensues as usual.
“sensei has been weird… right?” itadori offers his hand after knocking megumi down during a sparring match. the black haired boy grunts as he is pulled up.
“if by weird, you mean normal.” megumi glances back at you and gojo who are watching intently at the first and second years practicing close combat on the training field. it was a bit peculiar to see satoru not throw himself all over you. gojo without pda is like a jigsaw puzzle missing its most essential piece, leaving the overall picture incomplete and lacking the electrifying energy that defines his existence.
“i feel like i should be happy, but it’s unsettling to see him not initiating some misconduct. do you think they’re fighting?” nobara is panting on the grassy floor. she raises her hand in surrender when maki leaps in to take her head off with a spear.
maki retracts her blade, turning back to observe you and gojo, “nah, gojo would fold at her command.”
“salmon.”
from across the training field, you turn to your husband nervously, “why are they staring at us?”
satoru hums, his blindfolded gaze focuses on the field in front of you, “hm, maybe they’re admiring their very beautiful [name] sensei.” the blindfolded man pauses. compliments should still be okay– right? satoru can’t imagine a life without lavishing you with love, yet he will content himself with gently sprinkling you with affection.
you smack his shoulder playfully. to your surprise, your husband doesn’t reciprocate with some form of physical affection. you tilt your head, perplexed.
quickly dismissing it, you yell at your students to continue their training.
you don’t notice the way satoru clenches his fists, keeping his eyes trained anywhere but you.
the next time satoru is tempted by your presence is when he comes back home after a mission. it was a walk in the park, but the heavy stack of paperwork that followed it had depleted his energy. all he wanted was to snuggle in bed with his wife, selfishly keeping you all to himself.
and you’re not making it easier to resist with the way you warmly greet him with a smile in nothing but a small cotton tee and those tiny pajama shorts. eyes up, eyes up, eyes up, satoru mentally chants.
he thinks he might actually die.
“toru!” you abandon the book you had been reading to pay your husband taxes (kisses that satoru demands he must have). “you’re home awfully late.”
“mission… paperwork,” his clipped response is mumbled as he hurries past you and to your shared bathroom, avoiding your touch. satoru silently prays to the heavens that you don’t notice his suspicious efforts as he makes his way to take a much needed ice cold shower.
you stand in your spot in confusion, letting your husband go. slowly, you start to connect the pieces of satoru’s strange behavior from his refusal to touch you to his sudden responsible disposition. gojo satoru never does paperwork– not unless you bribe him with a dozen kisses. speaking of kisses, you don’t even remember the last time he had demanded one. something was definitely wrong.
without missing a beat, you quickly follow your lover’s trail into the bathroom.
to your delight, your husband had failed to lock the door. in the hush of your silence, you can hear the subtle rustle of satoru's garments.
his sky blue eyes go wide when he sees you walk through the door.
“toru… is there something wrong?” your voice is careful.
the white haired man in front of you nervously laughs as he covers his bare chest, “geez, ask me out to dinner first.”
“gojo satoru.”
your husband winces at his full name being used, but he puts on another mask. a faux smile plays on his lips as he shrugs. “i don’t know what you mean, gojo.”
your heart drops at his insistence to shut you out, but you stand your ground. with sheer determination, you walk up to your husband, closing the gap between the two of you. you cup his cheek with a hand while you start to lean closer, your lips nearly brushing.
satoru shuts his eyes, inhaling a deep breath to regain composure. he even sucks in his lips, making him look utterly ridiculous. despite the dangerous allure of your proximity, he resolves to stand firm.
"you won’t even kiss me anymore! satoru, this is absurd. what's happening?" you distance yourself, seeking answers.
despite his towering stature, a snort escapes you as satoru resembles a mere child when mumbling something under his breath.
"come on, use your big boy words."
"i don't want to drive you away," he avoids making eye contact now that his blindfold is off. "i know i can be a bit overwhelming at times."
upon hearing his excuse, you snort loudly, “seriously?”
“seriously.”
“i can’t believe i married such an idiot.” you huff, wrapping your arms around his neck.
satoru pouts, “you’re breaking my heart wifey.”
your lips softly kiss the corner of his mouth. like it was muscle memory, satoru’s lips chase yours even after you pull away. you smile.
“for such a genius, you really are stupid ‘toru.” you flick his forehead. he whines and you know it didn’t hurt, yet you entertain him by leaning up to kiss his injury. “believe it or not, i married you for reasons beyond your pretty face and body.”
“you think i’m pretty?” his eyes shine bright as they lovingly gaze into yours. you take one hand to cup his cheek. he nuzzles his face into it.
“of course you’d say that.” you laugh softly. “but honestly, i’m offended that you thought i would ever be annoyed by your affections. might i remind you that we have been madly in love since our youth? i found myself captivated by your ability to love effortlessly, and the way you hopelessly pined for me for years? i knew i was a goner. that… and your bank accoun–”
satoru kisses you with an intensity that leaves you feeling blissfully lightheaded. lost in the haze of the moment, he showers the rest of your face with tender, wet kisses, and you stand there, surrendering to the sweet assault.
upon withdrawing, satoru wears a broad grin. "i was an idiot today, wasn't i?" you nod, breathless. "how about i make it up to you tonight?" he proposes, drawing you close. you are all too familiar with that feral grin adorning his face.
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。yours, always yours
synopsis. satoru has always been yours—and he needs you to know you’ll also always be his
— word count. 2.4k (read the breakup fic first for better understanding, but can be read as a stand-alone)
— contents. fem! reader, college! au, rich boy! gojo, post-getting back together angst that gets a little heated <3, minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, satoru cumming too quick <3, creampie, tbh the smut is short and a lil rushed my b, it ends in fluff tho !! trust !! there is fluff !!
— notes. tbh this will probably get flagged rly fast but oh well u win some u lose some. anywayyyyy here is the make up sex bc yall nasties deserve it <3 jk love u guys
satoru falls first. and he falls hard. everyone knows it, it’s never been a secret.
“you want me to wash your hair?” you ask gently, kissing his shoulder as the water falls over his head. he hums, nodding absentmindedly as he stares blankly at the tiles of your shower wall.
“sure,” he mumbles, “don’t tug.”
“i never tug,” you roll your eyes, snorting. he huffs a small chuckle, but it’s not the usual laugh satoru gives you. it’s mechanic, almost—just there to fill the space. “baby?” you ask softly.
“yeah?” he asks, “oh, should i bend a little? sorry, i—”
“what’re you thinking about?” your hands cup his cheeks, gentle and warm from the hot water as it soaks his skin.
he shakes his head, trying to smile as he clears throat. “just how nice it is to be pampered. maybe i’ll let you break my heart every once in a while so i get my back scrubbed and hair washed like this.”
“satoru,” you insist. you know—and he knows it too. “tell me?”
“why’d you do it?” he mumbles, “why’d you listen to him?”
“toru, you know why,” you sigh, “you know i didn’t think there were any other options.”
“you could’ve talked to me,” he furrows his brows, “just because my stupid old man threatens you with my stupid inheritance doesn’t mean we have to break up.”
“i was afraid you’d choose me.” it comes out as a whisper, like a confession you can’t bear to admit.
“i would have chosen you,” he agrees, “why’s that bad? how’s that wrong—”
“you’re not thinking about the bigger picture,” you shake your head, “that company is yours. you’ve spent your whole life—”
“so what? was i supposed to give up the rest of my life for it too?” he asks tiredly—satoru’s defeated. he’s never been defeated, it’s the most magnetizing thing about him.
even before you date him. he asks and asks and asks no matter how many times you say no. because there’s always a chance you’ll say yes, and he’ll never stop as long as there’s a chance.
“i’m sorry,” you sniffle, lips wobbling, “i could have….i should have said something. i didn’t want you to make a choice young and then….and then regret it.”
“you think i’d regret you?” he’s wounded—absolutely wounded at the words.
satoru has always been careful, diligent and so, so meticulous to love you right, to love you how you need to be loved. hadn’t that proven enough? that he was in it for the long run—for forever? he’d been so sure you’d be his future, that the break up feels like waking up from a peaceful dream to a house fire—devastating, with smoke in his nose and lungs that he can’t breathe right, and everything gone within a moment before he can even register it.
he stares at the ashes in despair. nothing prepared him for the hollowness of not being yours—because satoru has never cared to make you his. all he’s ever wanted was to be yours.
you’re quick to remove him from everything, deleting pictures from your socials, untagging him from posts, removing him from your private stories and close friends list. he doesn’t understand how you could change your mind so quickly—and then he realizes you probably don’t. because he knows you—better than anyone ever has, satoru knows you.
so he’s comes to you, drenched from the rain, from standing outside your door even as the water pelts against his skin because he’s determined. he’s going to get an answer out of you, going to make you explain why you pulled him in so close, let him reside in your heart and fall asleep to the comforting rhythm of its beating—and then push him out like he’s nothing. what made you push him out?
and finally, when he does, when you let him be yours again and admit it’s never what you wanted, that it’s because it’s what his father wanted—well, satoru can’t keep his composure. don’t you know? hadn’t he always told you? hadn’t he poured his heart out and let you know every moment he’s always been stuck dangling from his father’s fingers? stuck somewhere between the sky and ground, too high to feel the floor under his feet but never high enough to feel the wind in his face.
you’ve always known, always listened—and fuck, you held him some nights too, let your fingers dip into his hair and soothe his sorrows of always being stuck.
satoru’s always been stuck, always had every choice made for him and every instruction carefully laid out on the table. and then you decided to make his choice for him too, walking away and choosing his future for him like he’s never had a say.
he’s always been stuck, but never with you—but now, he wonders if that’s changed.
“no,” you squeeze his cheeks, “no i don’t think you’d regret me….but satoru losing what you have is a big thing,” you mumble, “people work their whole lives not having a fraction of what you do. that’s a lot to let you lose.”
“i’ve never seen my dad kiss my mom,” he stares at you, hard and unwavering, his eyes stare into yours, “he’s never held her hand or made her laugh. and you know what she told me? that she would sell her share of everything to have what we do. why do you always look at me for what i have first?” he asks angrily, the water pouring over his shoulders as they shake, “why can’t you just look at me first for once?”
“i do look at you,” you insist, “toru, all i ever see is you—”
“then stop caring what he says,” he says louder, his voice echoing through the small bathroom of your small apartment.
everything about your home is small—smaller than satoru’s especially. but he loves it, thinks he’d rather be here than anywhere else.
because it’s yours. and as long as you’re here, the world fits into this tiny apartment, the galaxy too.
“okay,” you say shakily. and then you nod, looking him in the eye, “you’ll handle it?”
he nods, kissing between your brows, “yeah, i’ll handle it. who else is gonna take over that company anyway?”
“but what if he finds someone else? and then he—”
“he won’t. my grandpa will shred him.”
“but he’s old, and he stepped down, so what really can he do if your dad decides—”
“god, baby,” he groans, pushing your body against the wall gently, “i love your voice, but you talk so much. i’m wanna listen to something else.”
his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the skin, hand trailing to your tits before his thumb circles your nipple. it’s slow, deliberate, teasing as it rolls over the bud.
you whimper, clutching onto him as a breathy, “t-toru,” leaves your lips.
“yeah,” he nods, “that’s what i wanna listen to instead.” his lips are in a grin against your neck, kissing and biting until he reaches your collarbone. “anyone dm you after you took me out of your socials?” he asks bitterly.
“j-just one,” you admit through a stutter, “b-but i didn’t even open it! i wasn’t really—oh, toru,” you gasp as his finger finds your clit, spreading your legs as he lets out a soft growl at your words.
“what? just cause my face isn’t on your instagram suddenly you’re not mine?” he asks, thumb rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves—you close your eyes, moaning as your arms wrap tightly around his neck. “you’re always mine,” he murmurs against your ear, low and careful so you hear him well, “yeah? got that?”
“got it,” you nod furiously.
“got what?”
“‘m al-always—oh, fuck,” you mewl as one finger prods at your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly sliding through your walls.
“c’mon, sweetheart,” he says firmly, “finish your sentences.”
“always yours, toru! always yours—please, please j-just…”
“just what?” he raises a brow.
“more,” you sob—it’s a broken plea as your hips thrust against his finger.
he’s quick to slide in a second, thrusting his digits mercilessly into your soaked cunt, his palm gliding over your clit as the slick sound of his fingers fucking you is almost drowned by the water in the back.
your water bill will be high this month. you decide it’s a sacrifice satoru deserves.
“you think someone could ever learn this body better than me? make you cum like i can? you think anyone will ever love you enough to learn you like i do?”
“n-no,” you pant, his fingers hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly, you feel that dull ache build up quickly. it’s good—everything with satoru is good. his other hand finds your chest to pinch a nipple, twisting and squeezing until your nails leave indents on his shoulders as you moan loudly. “no one—no one but you.”
“exactly,” he growls, “how could you leave me? how could you leave us?”
“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, whimpering when the tips of his fingers slam against that spongey spot of your walls, fluttering around him and squeezing him in. you’re close—so close that you almost don’t know what he’s saying anymore, too focused on the way your impending orgasm is approaching. fast. “i’m sorry, i’ll never—ever leave again.”
“say you love me,” he demands.
it sounds like he’s pleading, though, if you listen closely. there’s a small crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that makes you force your eyes open and stare at him and whisper, “i love you, satoru. i love you.”
and then he rips his fingers out—right before you’re about to cum. you gasp, pleading nonsense as you cling to him and buck your hips and search for something, anything to take you over the edge.
and then you hear a sniffle. is he crying? is that wet droplet on your shoulder a tear or the water? you’re too busy calming down from your orgasm dying before it ever came to focus.
satoru’s hard against your thigh, throbbing and painful to sink into you. he strokes himself a few times, whimpers as his thumb gathers the pre cum from the sensitive tip, smearing it along his length as he shakily lets out a quiet moan.
“f-fuck, i gotta feel you. please, can i? please—”
“yes,” you pull him closer, grinding your heat over his hard-on, “yes please, toru. more, need more.”
he’s sliding along your folds, dragging the tip of his cock along your entrance and smearing a mix of your arousal with his. and then slowly, ever so gently, he’s pushing into your after that, pushing past your walls and bullying into your soaked cunt, curving into you perfectly.
it’s only been a week—you feel like you haven’t felt him in years. but it’s familiar. you remember every part of him, including every vein that drags along your walls and makes your head spin. he remembers every part of you, including where that spot is that he needs to angle his hips to find.
he slams into you, hard and rough and fast—doesn’t even let you adjust your position to hold onto him tighter before he’s thrusting his hips and fucking into you desperately. you can feel him, every inch of his skin against you, every part of him that’s touching you. and you can feel the way his cock nudges past your folds, the friction burning pleasure through ever nerve.
satoru knows how to fuck you, just like he knows how to love you, he knows your body—every dip and ever curve, every place to touch and every part that has you gushing around him. it’s just the way he is, too good at giving you what you want, what you need.
when he moans, it’s breathy and he’s panting as he lets out those soft whimpers that make your head spin. “feel that? feel me?” he asks, grunting as you squeeze around his length.
“yeah,” you breathe, “‘m so full.”
“i need you. please, please,” he murmurs, “can’t lose you, baby. never you,” he chants, the quiver in his voice tearing you apart.
“i’m right here,” you gasp, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing his hand. he squeezes back, just to let you know he’s there too, “right here, baby. you got me.”
and then he cums, just as soon as you whisper that—he spills right into you with a broken cry, his hips rolling, needy and desperate and so, so lost on the pleasure. he’s too busy working himself through his high, trembling over your body to care he’s cum too quick—and you don’t have it in you to tease him. you can feel the hot ropes of cum filling you, painting your walls white, fucking deep into you as the blunt head of his cock slams into you without a second of hesitation.
but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter that brutal pace as his hips slam into you, perfectly kissing your sweet spot every time. and before long, you break—your head pushes back against the wall behind you, mouth parted as you wail his name and cum—hard. you’re quivering and spasming around his swollen cock, enough that he whimpers at the way you’re so tight.
it’s good, it’s always good. satoru makes you feel good. he’s the best you’ve ever had—the best you’ll ever find.
and then you hear it again, the sniffle into your neck as he clutches you tightly. you know for sure that wet droplet is a tear this time, and your fingers tangle into his hair as you stroke the wet strands.
“i love you, toru,” you murmur, “my sweet boy. i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry.”
“don’t do that again,” he huffs in between tears, “that was so mean. so mean.”
“i said i won’t,” you chuckle, fighting back your own tears, “how long are you gonna hold this against me?”
“how long do you plan on being mine?”
“well,” you pull him from your neck, cupping his cheeks as you wipe away tears and peck his lips softly, “i think….forever.”
“well, get ready, then,” he glares softly, “i’m gonna hold this against you forever too.”
“okay,” you nod, “that’s fair.”
“and i love you too,” he adds, “but block whoever dm’d you. it better not be that zenin boy.”
“block those girls who’s pictures you liked,” you shoot back, glaring at him with a pout of your own.
“don’t yell at me,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch as your thumb strokes his cheek, “i’ve had a rough week. you have to be nice.”
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CHAPTER 4: EYES WITHOUT A FACE
ੈ✩ gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader
He’s never known what to do with his feelings, always choosing to bury them where no one else could reach until all of it would rot by itself. It didn’t concern him. It was why he lived life somewhat carelessly. Avoidant.
He’s never known what to do with his feelings about you, either.
ੈ✩ chapter cw/tags: explicit content, angst, dub/noncon, underage alcohol usage
ੈ✩ wc: 4.3k
ੈ✩ a/n: chuckles nervously... the plot thickens
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November, 2008
You are downing your third gin and juice when you start to feel your bones loosen. Anxiously, you had already downed a glass of wine before you arrived at Satoru’s house, and that wasn’t enough to settle your nerves. You’d only been here for about an hour and a half and had mingled with a few classmates you recognized from school, otherwise keeping to yourself amidst the chaos.
That is, until a wired Shoko slings her arm around your shoulder, nearly tripping over herself.
“You came!” she beams. You’d only met her a few times, mostly in passing, each time at Satoru’s house while you were with your mother working and not as a guest.
She’s deer-like, with a dazed, sleepy expression on her face and a joint hanging out of her mouth as opposed to her usual Seven Star. She leans on you close enough for you to smell the smoky scent of her hair, which is currently adorned with small black devil ears.
“Happy birthday, Ieiri-san,” you smile, fishing a small box out of your coat.
“Oh, you didn’t have to get me anything! Those idiots only got me like two cases of beer as a present, anyway,” she laughs. She unwraps the gift to reveal a zippo lighter with a scorpion design on it.
“I thought cigarettes would’ve been too on the nose,” you shrug.
“I love it,” she smiles, hugging you. “Suguru always steals my lighters. He’s definitely not getting a hold of this one.”
“Do you know where he is? Or Gojo-kun?”
She looks at you, then, with an unreadable expression. Something of simultaneous confusion and amusement.
“Probably doing something illegal. I’d guess upstairs or outside, maybe? I just saw them.”
You snort. There wouldn’t be one without the other. You blame your eagerness to drink on why you hadn’t caught them earlier, though when you check your phone again for the fifth time tonight, there are no messages. Satoru is inconsistent in his texting anyway – either silent for a few days, then blowing up your phone in the middle of the night with his random thoughts.
“Thanks.”
“Hey, let me know if you need anything, okay?” She squeezes your hand like a friend would. “Don’t be a stranger.”
“Thank you, Ieiri-san,” you nod.
You explore the kitchen, frowning at the clear spills on the countertop and the nearly empty cabinets that used to be full of glasses and mugs. You roll your eyes at your immediate thoughts of cleaning up. Always your mother’s child, never a real guest in a place like this.
You don’t think you can handle another gin and juice, though the drunken devil on your shoulder still goads you to drink more. You were a lightweight, less so than Satoru, but enough to feel blurry at the moment. You settle on a forgotten bottle of plum wine, justifying it with its lesser alcohol content.
The taste is sweet, sickeningly so. Something that Satoru would like. It tastes like he would.
You ignore the slight ache in your head. The music is too loud, blasting in your ears, and the number of people who have arrived at the party since you’d spoken to Shoko has multiplied tenfold.
You stare at your phone again. Nothing.
You’re too warm in your coat now, huddled shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers. There’s probably a safe chance that the boys were upstairs, and even if they weren’t, you could take a breather in Satoru’s room and leave your coat there.
It’s humid once you get to the top of the staircase. Your hair sticks to your back a little as you carry your coat in your arms. The black slip dress you decided on feels too thin, suddenly, but you think it suits your body. Shows just the right amount of skin because of how short it is. Satoru would like it.
The door to Satoru’s bedroom is slightly ajar. You hear more than one voice – a round of them, boisterous. There are several bottles of alcohol on the floor that you can see, a full ashtray, and a small group of strangers that you assume to be Satoru’s friends, though you realize they’re all women. When you tilt your head, you can see him.
He’s sitting on Suguru’s lap, laughing. You notice the way Suguru’s hand rests on Satoru’s stomach, while Satoru absentmindedly taps his fingers along Suguru’s thigh. He’s sprawled out on the boy, taking up space the way he always does, and it looks… intimate. Like they belong to each other.
Satoru whines when Suguru bites at the exposed skin of his collarbone playfully, swatting him away. It’s a similar gesture you do to him when he sneaks up behind you at school. When he gets you alone. When he gets you to follow him home until you end up in his bed.
You know that Satoru is a touchy drunk, but you’ve never seen such adoration in his eyes before. It makes you feel sick.
But you can’t find it in yourself to be angry or shocked. Rather, you feel a bit pathetic. Looking from the outside in, in a place you practically grew up in, feeling more alone than ever.
You want to watch them for longer. Like a voyeur.
There’s an itch in your body that wants to see if the boys will kiss. Satoru has never been this touchy with you in the presence of others. With Suguru, it looks like muscle memory.
Your knuckles pale as you grip the bottle of plum wine in your hand. You chug the rest, not caring about the taste making your insides swirl. After discarding your coat in one of the hallway closets, you take a deep breath and retreat downstairs.
Shoko bumps into you in the middle of the dancefloor. The way her face lights up almost dissipates the pit in your stomach. Almost.
“Hey, baby! Come dance.”
“I need a smoke, actually, but I will after.”
“I didn’t know you smoked,” she says, handing you one of her Seven Stars cigarettes and her zippo.
“I can get matches from the kitchen, don’t worry.”
Once you’re outside, the music is a dull ache in the back of your head. The November air is colder than you expect considering the recent days of decent weather, but the alcohol keeps you numb. You inhale smoke, eyes fluttering at the memory of intimacy.
“If you guys drank all my birthday sake, I’m seriously going to castrate you both.”
Shoko pulls the bottle out of Satoru’s hands while he’s in the middle of sipping. He nearly chokes from the force of her, liquid dripping onto his chin. Suguru wipes it off and laughs.
“This isn’t your birthday sake, dumbass!”
“Gross,” Shoko says, wrinkling her nose at the off-brand label. It’s cheap and sweet, just the way Satoru likes it.
Fiending for more alcohol, Satoru frowns when he examines the other liquor bottles scattered around the circle of them, only to find that there’s only hard liquor. He drinks from a bottle of Sprite instead to satiate his craving, in addition to stealing a maraschino cherry out of Yuki’s cocktail.
“You finished every bottle of sake, Satoru,” Suguru frowns.
“Great! Let’s play spin the bottle.”
“No,” Utahime interjects. She throws an empty beer can at Satoru’s head.
“Yeah, I’m downvoting that, too,” Shoko adds. She takes the joint that Suguru finishes rolling and lights it. “It’s my birthday and I’m not letting this idiot try to fuck everyone like he does at every party.”
“That’s because his type is everyone. He’s a whore,” Yuki chuckles.
“I don’t try to fuck everyone–”
“Go find your girlfriend if you want to get your dick wet so bad,” she interrupts, mumbling with the joint in her mouth. “We should find her and get her to play poker with us. She looked a little sad when I saw her.”
“Huh?” Satoru blinks.
“Oh, and why does she call you by your last name? Is it because she technically works for you?”
“No fucking way Gojo found a poor soul to be his girlfriend,” Utahime mutters. She settles her head on Shoko’s lap in the bed, stealing the joint out of her mouth. “Do you pay her?”
“No, she’s like a servant or something, right?” Yuki says.
“Gojo! That’s sick. The poor girl.”
“Stop, you’re making her out to seem like she’s my fucking concubine,” Satoru asserts, a bit too fiercely than he means to. His lips twitch at the mention of you.
Suguru raises his brows at Satoru, knowing the boy is too drunk and too befuddled to know what to say. The girls stare.
“She’s not my girlfriend, either.”
“You should fuck her, then,” Shoko slurs. “She’s so cute.”
“She’s our friend,” Suguru drawls, tipping back vodka like it’s water. “You haven’t seen her yet, Satoru?”
Satoru shakes his head. His heart pounds quicker now that you’re the topic of conversation. That feeling comes back – the one that makes him panic, as if he’s discovering that something he owns is lost. It twists in his stomach, knowing how selfish it is. He wants to keep you in a way that’s separate from the rest of his life because you were his.
He gets up and mumbles something about going to the bathroom. In the hallway, he opens his phone and stares at your contact. Your photo hasn’t changed in years – a goofy close-up that he took when he was thirteen.
When he calls you, his heartbeat quickens the longer the phone rings, only to realize that he hears the sound of your ringtone from behind the closet. He finds your phone and your coat, but there’s no trace of you.
It sobers him up considerably. The lights in the house flicker.
The temperature drops as the night drags on, which is why you have the firepit to yourself. The fire is still glowing, warming your bare legs.
Fuck. You want another cigarette.
You jump at the sound of another’s presence. When you turn, you see your classmate, Haru, nursing a half-empty bottle of wine in his right hand.
“Getting up to trouble, I see,” he grins.
You laugh. It’s more of a scoff, but you smile at him.
“Yeah, some crazy delinquent activity. Some might even call it mischief.”
The joke makes him laugh, which makes you laugh, genuinely. Haru had the demeanor of a puppy, always excitable and easy to please. It used to be a little annoying when you were first years but he’d mellowed out since then, it seems.
Under the glow of the fire, he looks handsome in a boyish way. His hair has gotten longer over the year, like Suguru’s, but he lets it fall to his shoulders. You scoot over on the patio couch, welcoming him to sit.
“You look very pretty, by the way. I like your dress.”
“O—Oh,” you stammer, surprised. “Thank you.”
He offers you the bottle of wine in his hand and you accept, taking a swig of pinot grigio. Future you is going to kill you for mixing so many different alcohols in your stomach. Current you is basking in the warmth of your surroundings.
“Sorry if this is awkward, but uh—” He fiddles with his fingers, but the eye contact he makes with you feels oddly intense. “Are you, like, seeing Gojo?”
His name makes your face burn. You almost choke on the wine.
“Uh, no. Just—um, what made you think that?”
“He just seems possessive over you,” Haru shrugs.
“Yeah, right. He never talks to me in school.”
“But he does, sometimes, and I notice it. He looks at you in a certain way. S’why I was kind of scared to approach you, actually.”
You furrow your brows at the idea of Satoru scaring other boys away. Other boys didn’t talk to you, never have. You didn’t think you were exceptionally attractive in a way that made other people pine over you. You were always focused on academics anyway. But has Satoru always driven other boys away?
“He’s not my bodyguard or whatever,” you try to joke. “And I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that.”
Haru widens his eyes. You curse yourself in your head. It’s the wine talking. It has to be.
“I think I might be.”
When did he get so close to you? You notice you’re both thigh to thigh. Your stomach drops when Haru caresses your jaw. His touch doesn’t feel right. It’s not what you’re used to, not what you want.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, face inches from yours. You freeze when you realize what’s happening, closing your eyes to accept it. A drunken kiss won’t hurt anyone. Maybe it’s what you need.
He’s soft at first until his tongue pries your mouth open. From there, there’s spit and teeth, his hand squeezing your throat the tiniest bit in a way that makes you whimper. The sound of it encourages him. He has his other hand on your thigh, underneath the hem of your dress.
You’re brainless. A used toy. Your head is swimming rapidly, too messy to register all of it. The panic subsides into blankness as your body surrenders. Everything feels so heavy.
“H-Haru–”
“I’ve always liked you,” he mumbles in between kisses. How is his grip on you so tight?
“Haru, I don’t–”
You can’t get a word in with his tongue down your throat.
You’re barely kissing him back now, but he takes from you anyway. Licks your teeth and inches his hand higher and higher up your thigh. When he finally releases your mouth, he has his tongue on your neck instead, and it feels sordid. You are numb and he is molding you in his hands.
Satoru’s voice is in your head calling you weak.
You recoil when you feel calloused fingers grazing your core. You make a weak attempt to push him away, small fists to his broad chest. When your gaze drifts, you see a pair of burning blue eyes.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing—”
Haru’s hair is yanked, and his body is pulled backward and thrown onto the ground. It’s all too fast—a whiplash of crushed bone and bloody knuckles. White hair and burning blue eyes.
“What the fuck, man–”
You watch in horror as Satoru kicks the boy on his side. You don’t even notice that Suguru is pulling you away with a hand on your waist.
You’ve never seen Satoru so angry. Never seen him be violent outside of playfighting Suguru in the grass. He’s a whole other being in front of you now, and it scares you, and it’s somehow… beautiful.
“Touch her again and I fucking kill you,” he seethes, spitting on Haru’s cheek. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
He’s breathing heavily and glances at you. There’s a look of betrayal and disbelief that you see briefly before Suguru sweeps you away. When you’re back inside, you let go of his hand to run to the bathroom and vomit.
Your eyes fucking ache.
It’s the dried tears and strained pupils underneath the disgusting overhead light of the downstairs bathroom. Your head pounds. You don’t remember when you came to, but you find comfort from the arm around you. Shoko sits next to you and runs a reassuring hand through your hair.
“I’m sorry,” you croak. “I ruined your birthday.”
“Are you kidding?” Shoko chuckles. “That was entertaining as hell. Even if I only saw half of it. Leave it to Satoru to steal all the attention on my birthday.”
You frown, staring at her. How can she be so nonchalant that someone left her party with a broken nose?
The ghost of Haru’s touch makes your skin crawl, making you reflexively shut your thighs together. The bathroom floor is cold underneath your skin.
“I’ve never seen him so mad before,” you lament quietly.
“Neither have I,” she exhales. “It takes a lot to work him up. He had no room to be jealous, though. He said you weren’t his girlfriend.”
Her words prick you like the blade of a dagger. Slowly. Drawing blood.
“I– I wasn’t trying to hook up with that guy,” you say. “I was so drunk. I didn’t want it.”
Shoko looks at you with pity. “Oh, fuck.”
When she wraps your arms around you, you’re too numb to cry. The door opens and the boys enter. Your eyes stay on the floor. Your gut twists inside out.
“How is she?” you hear Suguru ask.
That again. Talking about you instead of to you.
Shoko mouths something, you think. A soundless gesture as she rubs your back soothingly like a sister would.
“You want a ride home, princess?” Suguru asks.
“She can sleep here. There’s a room for her.”
You look up at the sound of Satoru’s voice. His face is cold, unreadable. You don’t expect him to lift you and carry you to his room, but he does. There’s a pang in his heart when you wrap your arms around his neck.
“Take this.” He tips your head back for you and parts your lips with his hands so he can get the painkillers on your tongue. Water down your throat.
“Good girl.”
“I can take care of myself,” you grumble, curling into yourself on the edge of his bed.
“Clearly you can’t, otherwise you wouldn’t have fucking blacked out.”
“I’m sorry, Satoru,” you say with dejection. “Just—please don’t be angry with me.”
“I’m not angry. Not with you.”
But he is, just a little. The mere idea of someone else touching you makes him see red, and having it be real and at his fucking house made him livid beyond repair. How dare that piece of trash touch you. Like you aren’t Satoru’s and his alone.
He’s also upset at himself because he knew it wouldn’t have happened if he’d found you sooner.
He lays on his side behind you and pulls you close.
“I don’t understand you,” you say, weakly. Your nose feels fuzzy again the way it does before you cry.
“I don’t, either,” Satoru sighs.
You turn to face him, then, and the look on your face devastates him.
“I shouldn’t have gotten so drunk. I didn’t know what was happening. I mean, I did, but I didn’t—I didn’t want all of that,” you sniffle. “Didn’t want him to touch me.”
You say it like you’re confessing. Pleading. Guilt swallows him whole.
What you want to ask: Why am I only something to you when someone else touches me?
“I’m so sorry,” Satoru whispers. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to stop it and that you had to see me like that. I’ll never let anyone hurt you like that again. Okay?”
Touch her again and I kill you.
You nod weakly, smiling. He holds you and lets you cry until you fall asleep. It feels like he’s committing a crime to be able to hold you like this.
Satoru closes his eyes and breathes through his nose. He’s never known what to do with his feelings, always choosing to bury them where no one else could reach until all of it would rot by itself. It didn’t concern him. It was why he lived life somewhat carelessly. Avoidant.
He’s never known what to do with his feelings about you, either.
He didn’t think they would come back. Ideally, you both would’ve finished school and he would go to Jujutsu Tech and forget about you. Maybe you see you on the off-occasion he’s home, but he doesn’t plan on being home that often. But he’s young and stupid and hungry, and when you were there for him on a platter, he wanted to take you. Consume you.
He feels powerful when he knows that you want to consume him, too. He can’t live with himself knowing that that power will only hurt you in the end.
He almost wishes you were angry at him. You could scream at him if you wanted and it would be justified, but you’re here in his arms again instead. Apologizing.
Something ugly twists inside of him. He remembers what you said in bed the other day.
You could do anything you wanted to me and I think I’d let you.
It made him sick with desire then, but it makes him sick with remorse now.
November, 2008 (Three days later)
“Is she okay? She hasn’t responded to my text,” Suguru asks.
“You text her?”
Satoru tries not to look annoyed. Instead, he looks away and kicks away a discarded Ramune bottle across the pavement. On Mondays, he liked to skip his last class and force Suguru to accompany him for a late lunch that usually consisted of konbini sweets.
“Not really. She has my number, though,” Suguru says, taking a puff of a cigarette. Shoko’s influence. “Why, you jealous?”
“Fuck off.”
“You are.” Suguru gives him a sly grin. “That’s why you knocked the lights out of that guy.”
“He was assaulting her.”
Satoru sighs, sprawling his legs on the bench (which is too short to fit the length of his body) and puts his head in Suguru’s lap. He flinches when Suguru pokes his nose.
“She’s okay, though?”
“I don’t know, to be honest.”
Satoru thinks of your dejected gaze and the limpness of your body when he touched you the next morning. He was softer than usual given the situation, and you bound yourself to him like you always do. Clung to him, almost. He blushes at the memory of your face after he made you cum from his mouth.
You seemed fine at breakfast Saturday morning when Satoru treated you to pancakes. But even with your sarcastic remarks and usual banter, the light in your eyes seemed dimmer.
It had barely been 36 hours since then, but he missed you.
“I think I would’ve done the same thing as you,” Suguru says.
Satoru sighs crankily, throwing an arm over his face to block the sunlight.
“I probably would’ve killed him if you guys weren’t there,” he grumbles. “Sometimes I want to kidnap her, I swear. Never leave her out of my sight. I shouldn’t have gotten so fucking drunk.”
Suguru looks down at him, raising his brows. One of his usual looks – astute and slightly shaming.
Satoru is grateful for the darkness of his lenses, though he knows that regardless, Suguru can easily tell what expression he’s giving him. He’s looking away, anyway, examining a stray cat on top of the roof of the konbini.
Satoru takes a moment to trace his eyes along the sharp lines of Suguru’s jawline. Clenched at the thought of you being hurt, a similar sentiment that Satoru’s had for the past few days. His fists burn with the ghost of that bastard’s blood. He wishes he could do it all again—punch his fucking teeth out harder than his nose.
While he thinks of you and the fragility of your far-away stare, he also thinks of your skin. At the moment, the thought is subtly replaced with Suguru’s hands absentmindedly scratching his head. It’s funny — you and Suguru had the same habit when it came to giving Satoru affection.
Prodigies, the two of them. Their abilities would rank them as Grade 1 by their first year of Jujutsu Tech, special grade by the time they complete their first few missions. Satoru really did see Suguru as his other half. It was why your inclusion made him uneasy despite how much he cared for you.
It wasn’t anything personal. He was simply wrapped around Suguru’s finger first. They had drunkenly kissed two years prior, fresh-faced and seventeen, and would continue to on random occasions that weren’t dictated by anything other than hormones and energy shifts in the air.
Maybe Satoru would consider Suguru as his first love, if he knew anything about it. He didn’t know what you were, yet. He couldn’t describe his feelings for you. It was something beyond words, which scared him.
“Do you think you’re going to take her to the New Year’s Party?” Suguru’s voice shakes Satoru out of his thoughts.
“What? I think I’m taking Mei Mei or something. Mother’s orders.”
“Mother’s orders?”
“Dude, I don’t know. She was like, assigned to me months ago. I still don’t get why it’s such a big deal for the clan, but Mei Mei and her family are close to the family or whatever.”
“I just thought you would bring Y/N, s’all.”
“Why?” Satoru asks.
Suguru smiles, giving him a knowing look before he rolls his eyes.
“You like her.”
“What?”
“You don’t have to lie to me, dude. I figured you were fucking her since she started hanging out with us.”
“She’s… my friend,” Satoru defends. His brain feels fucking scrambled. “My oldest friend.”
“Okay,” Suguru chuckles. “I was kind of thinking of asking her, then.”
“To– to what? The party?”
“Yeah.”
Satoru sits up from Suguru’s lap.
“It’s not really her scene.”
“She hangs out with you, I’m sure she can handle a little party thrown by your family.”
“It’s not little. It’s—fucking annoying and extravagant. I literally only go because I have to and there’s always an open bar,” Satoru prattles. “I thought you’d take Shoko.”
“Jesus, then I’d have to take care of her drunk ass. She’d probably want to get wasted with Utahime anyway. You know how much she wants to fuck her.”
Satoru is screaming in his head. If his worlds collide more than they already have, he might just break open completely. He straightens his posture in an attempt to not appear particularly haughty, though he knows Suguru can probably see right through him.
He makes a non-committal noise, stone-faced when he looks at his friend. He hides his face as he rolls his eyes.
His tone is bored, lips quirking in a bitter smile.
“Right, okay,” Satoru yawns. “Do whatever you want.”
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Satoru Gojo SFW Alphabet
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Gojo is extremely affectionate. He craves affection, in fact. He’ll outright pout if he hasn’t been hugged when you see him. He’s absolutely that Kirby meme that’s like “I didn’t get no mfin forehead kiss 😡”
He just wants to hold your hand constantly, be draped off of you. He’s like this even as friends, so everyone around you will think nothing of it until they see him giving you a kiss - something he doesn’t mind doing in front of others.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Gojo is that friend that shows his love by hanging all over you and also by purposefully bugging you. He just loves a little playful banter and even if he didn’t he has zero boundaries when it comes to friendship.
He’s that friend who will come to your house and treat it like his own. He’s the friend that will be talking to you on the phone and then 10 mins into the conversation he’s like “hold on lemme flush” like excuse me???
It’s just that if you’ve gotten to the point of being his very best friend he’s got zero self-consciousness around you. You two are basically a living breathing unit now.
As for how that friendship starts… you can’t know how close you’ll become to Gojo. People certainly know when he doesn’t like them, but outside of that he’s so casual with everyone. So he’s also casual with you. Then you get to know each other, and he’s even more casual. Next thing you know he’s talking to someone and refers to you as his best friend. A good tell is if he lets you see him being serious, upset even. When he feels safe enough with you to let you see his less-than-pleasant emotions you know you two are close.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He’s a big cuddler. King of physical touch. If he lets himself get close enough he’ll actually complain about not being able to fall asleep when you two have to be apart. His cuddling is essentially acting like some kind of shawl draped across you, leaning into you, lying across your lap, acting like you’re some kind of living pillow. God help you in the summer, he’ll complain about being sweaty while he’s choosing to be stuck to you.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
In canon? He doesn’t. His legacy is his students, his relationships are platonic, where there’s at least a small layer of separation. As for actually getting married or starting a family, he doesn’t want to actively bring someone into his world like that, and he doesn’t want to risk losing them. Even if they’re strong, he knows the expectations placed on him alone, and having someone he cares for like that is a risk that doesn’t line up with who he knows he has to be.
In a no curse AU though, absolutely. He loves intimacy, and closeness, and feeling like he has a unit. Settling down is a goal for him.
As for cooking and cleaning, in every universe this man is hopeless. A simple recipe works for him, but two burners on at once? Or a recipe where he needs to be occasionally stirring something between prepping other things? Nah stuff is getting forgotten, or burned, and the kitchen is going to be a mess afterwards. He just keeps using spoons then throwing them in the sink before he’s done. Stop it Gojo, stop using so many goddamn spoons now you have to wash one and the onions are burning.
Cleaning, he is perfectly capable of doing, but he hasn’t had to - going straight from having others to do it for him because it’s not something this chosen one was meant to worry about, to being able to pay people to handle it for him. I don’t blame him, no one wants to scrub a toilet, but he’s not what I’d call “domestic” and can tend to act like someone who’s never had to clean up after himself.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
I’m so sorry y’all… this man would break up with you over a text… it’s not a short text, at least. It’s a long one he’s typed and typed and retyped 100 times, and might have had to take a break and go for a walk in between. But it’s a text nonetheless. It’s just that if he’s decided to break things off, he’s not in a place to be able to put his big boy panties on and deal with the messy emotions that might come up in a face to face breakup.
Besides, he doesn’t want to make it worse, and the first words that come to mind to whatever you say might not come across how he wants them to, he wants to be able to think and say the right things.
It feels cold, but that’s how he is on the outside when he’s ending things because he thinks he has to force himself to be.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
I’ll go non curse au with this answer, for reasons stated above, but Gojo does know he wants commitment long term. He’s a weird one though, in that when he falls he’s absolutely head over heels in love. He wants to spend all of his time with you, drag you along on all of his whims, and he will even jokingly call you his husband/wife at a certain point and talk about being together long term while cuddling, but…
This man is gonna take fucking AGES to propose. He’ll take ages to even ask to move in together. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s just that you guys are at each other’s houses so often that it’s like half of your stuff is split between the two places. And he loves you and thinks of you in terms of that long term commitment already, so the ring or the key just don’t come up in his mind.
He’s the type you have to drop hints to, maybe even outright say “my lease is up in spring, let’s move in together.”
It’s an enthusiastic yes from him. And when the proposal happens he’s the one grabbing your hand to show your ring to strangers and calling you his fiancée with a sparkly lilt in his voice, but damn Gojo just focus.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He can be gentle physically, tracing his fingers over your skin, rubbing his thumb against your hand while you’re holding hands. Sometimes when he’s cuddled up with his head resting in the crook of your neck he’ll blink against your skin, tickling you with his long lashes in a little butterfly kiss. But as gentle as he can be, he can also be one to roughhouse with you a bit (though always in a restrained way that doesn’t intend to hurt).
Hugging you tight and swinging you from side to side, tugging you along by your hand when he’s excited to show you something, tickling you til you’re squealing, he might even play wrestle a bit when he’s kissing you. The man contains multitudes.
Emotionally… he can be a bit clumsy. Sometimes he just doesn’t consider how his words or tone will come across before he’s speaking.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Gojo loves hugging. It’s like it clears his head, so he gives you long firm hugs often. He wraps his arms around you, putting his weight on your shoulders as you wrap your arms around his waist, and presses his face to the top of your head. He’ll rock you both side to side in the hug, and you have no choice but to go along with his movements because he’s got you so tightly pressed together. Always finishes the hugs with a big happy sigh.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
In canon, it’s hard to get out of him outright. It’s scary to give himself away just that much, knowing he can’t always protect everyone. Knowing you could very well go and get yourself hurt. You’ll know in other ways though.
In a no curse au, Gojo loves with no restraint. He’s saying it fast, too fast in some relationships. Almost casually. He feels so, so much, and doesn’t think twice before he speaks sometimes.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Gojo doesn’t get jealous. He’s too self-assured for that. And he doesn’t have any insecurities about you or your commitment, otherwise he wouldn’t be with you.
The closest to jealousy he gets is when he feels like he hasn’t had enough time with you. It’s not that he thinks anything is going on with you and whichever friends you’ve been spending time with, it’s just that he doesn’t understand why he can’t come along too.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Gojo’s kisses are slow and sweet - teasing even. His soft lips are gentle against yours, so light sometimes it tickles, and show any sign of enjoyment or even desperation, and he’s smiling into your kiss. He’s not using tongue at first, and if you try to initiate too soon he’ll pull back, brushing your noses together. When he finally does kiss you properly it’s gently, restrained, a crooked finger tilting your chin up for him, a thumb on your chin keeping your mouth softly open so he can beckon you to make a little noise for him. Once you’re making out the intensity ramps up considerably, then Gojo’s kisses are deep and wet and needy.
As for kisses elsewhere, Gojo loves a forehead kiss. Sometimes he’ll just bend his head down and point to his forehead, then once he gets that kiss he looks SO pleased with himself about it. As if you’d deny him… as if his pouty self would let you deny him! He loves giving those forehead kisses in return, or when you’re holding hands he’ll often bring your hand to his mouth to kiss.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Gojo is great with children. He’s rambunctious, matches their energy, and is great at saying silly things with a straight face that make them laugh. He’s one of those people that babies always smile and wave to, and comes across as a safe adult to children.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Getting out of bed is the first struggle for mornings with Gojo. A chronic “5 more minutes” type. Even if you get out of bed easily in the mornings, you won’t with him. He’s wrapping an arm and a leg around you and groggily pouting if you try to end your sleepy cuddle session. He just loves the closeness while everything is so quiet and still in the mornings.
His stomach beckons him out of bed eventually, though, and he’ll have the audacity to insist you get ready and go to a cafe for pastries even though you’re both starving after a solid hour and a half of cuddling in bed.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Gojo is one of those people that gets a second wind at night. He can tend to stay up late because of it. If you don’t mind, he’ll love to watch movies or play games with you until late into the night, head resting on your lap the whole time. Once you’re in bed is when the “would you love me if I was a worm” questions start though.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Gojo is one of those people that reveal things without revealing things. He’ll tell you something so earnest, embarrassing even, that would be a sign of closeness or vulnerability from other people - but for him it’s just his usual oversharing. The real things that matter to him he keeps close to his chest and reveal slowly and after a good while.
When he eventually says them he does so with that same casual tone he’s used to tell you about the time he laughed so hard he peed himself at the tender age of 23, but by then you’ll understand it means a lot that he’s being open about things he usually wouldn’t.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Gojo can almost be impossibly hard to anger, so if you’re the type to want an argument over something you’re going to be hard pressed to get it. He’s more the type to awkwardly laugh at the wrong time, which would just make someone already mad at him even more angry.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He doesn’t really let on how much he remembers, but he does. He’ll get you your exact order from a coffee shop, or buy you something you’d mentioned craving to someone else when he happened to be in the room, then if you ask how he knew he’ll just smile and say “lucky guess.”
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Gojo’s favourite moment is the first time you’d comforted him. He’ll never ask for that from anyone, and most of the time people assume he doesn’t need that assurance and comfort because he always seems so happy and unbothered by things that would worry most. But you notice, even if he’s acting perfectly normal, and offer to lend him an ear - even asking if he just wanted a hug. He does, and even if it was one of a hundred random kind gestures for you, it meant the world to him.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He’s the type to protect from afar. He lets you handle things first, because he’s the type to have faith in you, but the minute you need help he’s there. Basically he’s always back up, but will never have you looking helpless.
He doesn’t want protection, to the point where it can feel like out of nowhere when he stops you from intervening or defending him. He just prefers to handle his own matters himself.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
This man makes AN EFFORT for special days. If grand gestures aren’t your thing, it might be a problem, but he’s the type to book the nicest restaurant in town, buy you loads of roses, commemorate anniversaries with pretty jewellery (matching, in a lot of cases).
Day to day though, he’s more lowkey. His love is shown in his physical affection, but the way he splashes out on birthdays, anniversaries, and Valentine’s Day more than accommodates that.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He’s got a few bad habits for sure, and they’ll take a lot of reminding (like years of it) to get him out of it. Leaving the toilet seat up, squeezing toothpaste from the middle, stealing bites of food off your plate, barging in when you’re on the toilet. Things that don’t bother some people, but can be annoying to others.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
His appearance means a lot to him, and he’s not ashamed of that fact. He’s always well groomed, and when out of school attire he wears expensive clothes that are carefully curated to his tastes. He takes care of himself: good skincare regimen, chooses outfits carefully, he even uses purple shampoo and hair treatments to keep his naturally white hair looking bright and soft.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Absolutely. If he’s not with you he’s thinking about you and wishing he was with you. If he has plans he wants you there, because everything will always be better if you’re there too.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
If you’re up to it, Gojo loves to be one of those couples with matching sets of things. Matching rings, him wearing a bracelet that’s from a set with your necklace, and if you’re down to be one of those especially obnoxious couples full on matching outfits when you go on dates. Not necessarily the same outfit, but coordinating colours or patterns. He has no qualms about being that couple that makes everyone cringe.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He has a few things he doesn’t love, and it’s honestly hard to pinpoint what set of things make someone a fit for him because it’s not obvious to even him.
He definitely isn’t a fan of his partner smoking cigarettes, refusing him affection or giving him the silent treatment as a “punishment” for arguments, or poor communication. The last one isn’t a deal breaker for him, but if you expect him to read your mind when you’re upset about something, you’re in for a lot of disappointment. He needs to be told things outright.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
The whole bed is his side of the bed. You’re also his side of the bed. He can start off contained, happily falling asleep as your big spoon (or little spoon depending on his mood), but soon enough he’s hogging the whole thing. A leg over your waist, his head on your pillow, his other leg half hanging off his side of the bed. Get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and you’ll come back to him sleeping with his limbs out like a starfish. Nudge him a bit and he’ll go back to barnacle mode without even waking up, pulling you in to be his little spoon again.
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Play With The Stars || deleted scenes
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Gojo Satoru x f!reader
notes: You’re looking at the first scene that didn’t make it into the story and got lost in my files. I wrote the draft at the beginning of adg, unsure where it would fit, but I thought I’d just use it later. Spoiler: it never happened. It was meant for the middle of the story. Unfortunately, we were busy with angst, so I wrapped it up quickly and tada here it is!
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The glass doors slid open and you were immediately hit by the terribly hot, muggy summer air. After spending the entire day in the nicely air-conditioned office, you hadn't even noticed how intense the heat had gotten outside.
The sudden growl of a motor snapped you and other nearby pedestrians out of your thoughts. There, parked at the curb, was a man who played with the loud engine of his motorcycle, spewing out the exhaust for no reason other than to show off. What an idiot.
You rolled your eyes and were about to turn away, but as you looked closer, you quickly realized you knew that idiot.
The man took off his helmet and ran a hand through his snowy white hair that lay a little damp and flat against his forehead.
Your brows furrowed in surprise as you approached him. "Satoru?"
"Hello, babes." Gojo grinned at you, wide and toothy. His cheeks dusted with a faint hint of pink, the heat having made them flush.
"What are you doing here?"
"Just thought I'd drop by to sweeten your day," he replied, letting go of the handlebars to lean back.
Your gaze drifted downward to the intimidating machine. It suited him well, a glossy black frame with a few blue details here and there, most likely customized.
"I didn't know you could ride one of these," you said, nodding toward the bike.
Gojo let out a dramatic gasp. "How rude of you to think there's something I can't do."
You smiled, keeping your lips tight and eyes dull. "Oh, forgive my ignorance. I totally forgot how amazing you are."
"Exactly." He slid off his bike and unhooked the second helmet from his seat, holding it out to you. "Here. Put it on."
"I'll pass."
His entire expression plummeted faster than a rock in water.
Had he just been rejected? Him? The great Gojo Satoru?
He huffed, as if he was just beginning to really process your response. "Wait, what do you mean? You can't pass. I'm already here."
"I've never ridden a bike before, and this thing doesn't look like it's made for slow, friendly rides," you explained while casting a wary glance at the motorcycle.
"I can make it slow and friendly."
You frowned, unconvinced. "Oh, really?"
"Well, if you're gonna beg for it, I might, yeah," he said, a smirk curving his lips upward.
Without saying another word, you turned around and started striding away.
"Where you going?" Gojo's voice trailed after you.
"Taking the bus," you called back over your shoulder.
"Aw, come on. I'll be careful!"
As you walked, Gojo hurried to catch up, reaching out to grab your arm and halt you.
"I'm literally wearing a skirt, Satoru," you protested, trying to reason with him. A futile attempt, always useless.
"Yeah, so? You have a nice ass, just arch your back and give the cars behind us something exciting to look at."
You sighed deeply, feeling the will to argue back drain out of you in a single breath.
"Seriously, babe, you're so boring sometimes. I'm here to offer you a fun ride, and what do you do? You choose the bus! The bus, of all things! Do you know how lame that is? Sitting there, waiting for it to lurch forward every few minutes. You might as well be watching paint dry!"
While you tried to tune him out, it was not working. You really, really hoped that if you just ignored him long enough, he would eventually tire himself out and shut up, but no. Gojo rambled on and on and on with no sign of stopping anytime soon.
"...it's like, turning down free candy. Who even does that? Oh, wait, you do! And what about sorting your socks by color? Probably your idea of a crazy Friday night, huh? Or maybe alphabetizing your spice rack is more your idea of a good time. Am I right? Or using coasters—"
Your patience snapped as you cut in.
"You will drive slow, Satoru."
Gojo stared at your finger that poked his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back. "Fuck, you're so sexy when you give me commands," he groaned.
"Satoru," you warned again. "You will drive slowly."
"Yes, ma'am." Gojo saluted in front of you.
You straddled the bike behind him, pressing a little closer than necessary, chest flushed against his broad back.
After he revved the engine to life, Gojo leaned into you, his gloved hands finding their way to your naked thighs to tease you with some strokes and squeezes.
"Nervous, babe?"
"Yes."
Gojo grabbed your wrist, guiding your arm away from his waist to rest against his chest, right above where his heart pulsed, holding your hand there.
"Don't worry. I promise you that after we get home, you'll want to ride my bike every single day."
You heaved a sigh that faded into a chuckle. "Definitely not."
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—In memory of the bastard I dated in 2020
Full series: ao3
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Chapter 6 Where you are
Chapter 6 of Sugar
A/N- I hope you guys are enjoying the series so far!!
Warning- Swearing, FLUFF!!, talks of blood and self inflicting wounds, long chapter.
Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader
Episode- Half of 2x01- 2x03
(Let me know if you want to be tagged)
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The most dangerous thing about the good times is that you may grow too comfortable with them.
Ever since the incident with the mundane non-sorcerer capturing you, life wasn’t easy, you couldn’t be as naive. Yet when you began to date Suguru, he basked you in a beaming light, he’s helped you heal from that pain, that trauma. It’s true you’ll always have to live with those memories, but being with him has brought this good comfort to your life that was lost. You aren’t naive again, but you’ve never felt more alive.
So now that you are comfortable with life again all you want is this, you want to keep your friends, Suguru, and Satoru by your side. You want to continue living where you are now, in this happiness.
“Hey guys, I’m back—” You quickly cut yourself off after you open the gym door and walk into Suguru glaring at your brother, and your brother blabbing about something you can see is annoying Suguru.
“Quit making yourself feel better by sprouting bullshit.” Satoru raises his hand and pretends to act disgusted. “Blegh.”
What a pain in the ass. Why do they have to be like this?
Shoko spots you and quickly chooses to take her chance to run to you still by the door.
“Actually,” you announce loudly as you let the doors go and back up. “Forget I’m here.”
There’s one thing you’ve grown to really, truly hate since being here at school, and that is Suguru and Satoru arguing. They don’t get into physical fights, or stop talking to one another for periods of days—actually the day after you told Satoru you were dating Suguru, Suguru said he acted normal. So their arguments don’t escalate to nothing bad, but they are super fucking annoying!
Satoru and Suguru both have different ideals. Suguru always tries to have your brother see things his way. Suguru tries to humble your brother, but Satoru is hard headed so he doesn’t listen, he argues back and just makes things a petty mess. Which is why when they get like that you just stay out of it and or leave them alone until things cool off again.
And like now for example, and like many times before, Shoko leaves with you.
“How was today?” You ask her as you walk away from the gym.
Shoko shrugs nonchalantly. “Easy, but that’s why I got sent. It did feel nice going out with them though.”
You shoot her a small smile and interject. “You kill any curses?”
Shoko shakes her head. “Nah, Satoru and Suguru did most of the work. I was the support, and I was there for the experience.
You laugh softly. “I’d love to have you as my support,” you tease her. “I know I’d get my work done quicker.”
Shoko pushes your shoulder slightly. “Don’t tease me like that or I’ll gladly take you away from Geto.”
You both laugh and proceed to hook your arms around each others. Once you both calm down you cut in. “Are you free while Suguru finishes arguing with my brother? I want to practice my reverse cursed technique.”
Shoko looks at you with her eyebrows knitted together. “And you need me for what?” She asks. “To explain how it works?” She sighs and tilts her head away. “Because I really suck at that.”
You shake your head. “No, I know how it works, but I’m still learning though, so I need you to be my lookout, and to guide me,” you explain.
Shoko’s gaze drifts to you and she offers you a small smile. “Okay, I can do that.”
Like with Suguru, you take Shoko to your favorite spot up the hill and by the pond.
“So you know the basics, right?” Shoko inquires as she lets your hand go to sit on the bench whilst you sit on a large flat rock in front of the pond.
“Yes,” you agree. “Negative cursed energy times negative cursed energy equals positive cursed energy. It’s easy to grasp!”
Shoko folds her arms over her chests and shrugs. “You’d think, but only a selected few actually grasp the concept.”
You hum softly in agreement, and proceed to put your hand out and point your palm to the sky to quickly get into it before Suguru can find you.
“I learned it when I was a little girl,” you let Shoko know as you pick up a sharp enough looking stone from the ground around you. “I’ve just never actually developed it since I focused on bettering my cursed technique instead. But now that I’m here and actually have time. And now that you’re my friend and have such a special skill,” you flatter her. “I can finally focus on actually mastering RCT.”
You push the sharp stone towards your palm, but hesitate to actually cut it.
Albeit you know there’s no other way to actually practice without having to heal something. But, fuck! You are scared of the fucking pain.
You’re been through worse, but this is voluntary—But there’s no other way to get better. At least for you anyway.
Fuck! Fuck…okay here goes nothing.
You press the sharp end of the stone deep in your flesh and slice your palm, causing blood to quickly rush out and drop onto the rock you sit on.
It hurts like hell, but you try your best to drift your focus on healing your wound. After all, when it comes down to it, on a mission you’ll need to use RCT to heal your body, or worse, pull you from the nasty grasps of death. Which is why you inhale deeply and try to drift that positive cursed energy from your chest to your wounded palm. However, it’s as your chest rises that Shoko quickly leaves her spot on the bench and crouches down in front of you.
“No,” she cuts in and grabs your wrist, not caring if she could get stained by blood. “Unlike our cursed energy which flows from our stomach,” she says as she swiftly moves her hand over to touch your stomach. “RCT is directed from the brain,” she says and now moves her hand to point at your head.
RCT is something you barely grasped, but never dived too deep into. So what she says is really surprising and informative.
“Alright,” you mutter and let your breath go to now drive your focus to your head, to focus on the negative cursed energy you produce to positive.
And it’s funny, or great in a sense. You can actually feel your mind producing that positive cursed energy, it feels…tingly but soothing. As you focus on driving it to your bleeding wound you can actually feel that positive cursed energy flowing to your hand. It’s amazing.
Yet nothing beats how awe-striking it is to watch RCT stitch your flesh back together. If it weren’t for the blood staining your hand, it’d be like nothing ever happened. There’s not even a scar.
Then again, the cut was small and done without cursed energy hurting you. Scars can still form on severe cases.
“I need you to promise me something, Y/N Gojo,” Shoko interjects, causing your attention to snap to her standing up—“with RCT directed from your brain it means that if you face an opponent and they figure out you can heal yourself, they’ll go for your head so you can’t heal. So,” she says softly. “Always protect your head. You are more skilled in long range combat after all.”
You blink in surprise to her expression of affection. She’s not someone who actually acts cool and distant like Nanami, she shows her affection in her own ways, but it’s rare hearing her express it verbally and with such vulnerability.
“Well,” you sigh. “That’s true,” you agree. “But Satoru and Suguru are both helping me train in close combat, so down the line I’ll be comfortable using both.”
Shoko averts her gaze and hums softly as she nods. “Okay,” she says before sliding her eyes back to you. “Well that doesn’t change anything. Promise me you’ll protect your head…life around here would be pretty boring without you.”
You push yourself up and approach her with an assuring smile. “Well if that’s the case,” you say. “Then I promise I’ll always try to be careful, Ieiri. I swear.”
Said girls lips pull to a soft smile before she chuckles and nods. “Good,” she mumbles. “Now,” she sighs and sits on the bench again. “Heal a cut made by the stone I’ll imbue with my cursed energy because—”
“They’re harder to heal,” you finish for her as you step back and sit back down on your spot.
Shoko scoffs. “No—well sometimes, but actually, they’re slower to heal.”
You hum in comprehension and pick up a different stone to throw over to her waiting hand. And just like she mentioned, when you cut your palm with the stone imbued by cursed energy, you feel the RCT heal your wound slower than before. This time rather than it feeling soothing, when your hand begins to heal, it feels…irritating for the first few seconds until you don’t feel anything.
Is it going to feel like this all the time then? That’s annoying.
“See, now you’ve mastered it,” Shoko deadpans. “Easy. Just remember that it comes from your brain, not your stomach, so please don’t fry your brain either.”
You lean back on the rock by putting your arms back, and then counter her. “It might be easy, but I need to perfect it.”
Shoko shrugs sluggishly. “I guess.”
Now that you’ve got that over with, you wonder where Suguru is. It’s been a while now and you did agree to train together today.
Did they really get in a fight?
You to Sugar: Did you and my brother kill each other or? Where are you?
“Can you help me later?” Shoko interjects. “My lab rats only get me so far, I need to test out on a person.”
Your face twists in horror. She wants you to be her labrat?
The last time that happened you ended up with a broken nail and a twisted wrist. It hurt! Seeing your nail break hurt your soul.
“Well…” You roll out hesitantly and avert your gaze.
However, before you can answer your phone goes off as a message arrives. When you check you instantly smile.
Sugar: Here
Your smile fades and you feel confused now. Nevertheless just as you were typing your probing question, multiple footsteps can be heard approaching the area. When you look over to the path you catch sight of Suguru coming up the hill first. You shoot each other a smile before suddenly Satoru runs past him and runs over to you to push you down before he runs past you.
“Hey!” You shout before you get up and chase after him.
Satoru doesn’t run away fast, so you catch up to him quickly and push him back.
Satoru laughs and lets himself fall beside Shoko on the bench. You don’t get carried away and leave him be, instead you just glare at him whilst Suguru falls beside you.
“What were you guys fighting about earlier?” You express your curiosity since you walked in while it was already tense.
“Nothing,” Satoru answers bluntly, whilst Suguru proceeds to answer at the same time with an actual response.
“Difference in morals, Yaga cut us off before anything could develop though.”
You roll your eyes in annoyance. You should’ve known, it was almost always the same thing.
“Anyway, onto actually interesting news,” Shoko cuts in and pushes your knee with her shoe. “Y/N here mastered RCT.”
You shake your head and quickly rebuttal her. “Not mastered. I still need to get better, but yes I've understood the concept a lot better now. Which will help me better.” You tried not to but you can’t help it. You get excited to show it off, especially to your brother. “Watch!”
You proceed to pick up the stones you had been using, and while Shoko imbues one stone with her cursed energy you use the other normal stone to cut your palm again.
“That doesn’t seem sanitary whatsoever,” Satoru mutters as he watches you lean over to let Shoko cut your other palm with the imbued stone.
“It doesn’t matter,” you brush Satoru off and lift your hands to show off your palms to the three spectators. “Now watch!”
Suguru leans to the side to take a better look at your palms, while you focus on your brain and multiply the negative cursed energy to create positive cursed energy. Once again that weird sensation hits you, but that quickly gets drowned out by your excitement as your wounds begin to heal.
“You seeing it?!” You ask your brother with a grin.
Satoru nods softly. “Yeah I’m watching. Good job, sis,” he says genuinely.
You can’t contain your excitement and let it out by embracing Suguru’s arm.
“I’m glad you finally got around to finish learning that,” Suguru says as he tilts his head down to rest his chin on your head. He would’ve kissed your head, he likes doing that all the time, it’s his favorite thing to do when you aren’t kissing each others lips, but of course he doesn’t now because he says he doesn’t want to make Satoru uncomfortable by actually kissing you, even if it is just your head. So instead he likes to remedy that by small acts when you’re around your brother; like wrapping his arm around your shoulders, hooking his pinky with yours, sitting behind you and wrapping his legs around you, or like now, holding your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“I’ve pushed it off for far too long,” you say and hold onto him tighter.
“Now she’s better at something else than you,” Shoko directs at Satoru.
It’s not like you tried to do it for that reason, actually you learned RCT to try and impress your parents when you were young. Let’s just say they didn’t really care though.
“What’s the other thing may I ask?” Your brother asks as he you see him look at your friend with an unamused look.
Shoko smirks. “Looks,” she doesn’t hold back from saying.
You beam at her and hear Suguru laugh, whilst Suguru rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disagreement.
“Now let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves,” he says, making you groan. “Let’s instead focus on the reason why we stopped here.”
You raise a questioning brow and press him. “What do you mean?”
Satoru shoots you a smirk. “Suguru and I are going on a three-day mission starting today. We should be on our way, but,” he pauses and groans. “Suguru wanted to stop by to talk to y/n.”
Your eyes widen slightly before you let Suguru’s arm go to step back and look between him and your brother with curiosity. “Mission?” You probe. “Since when?”
Suguru passes Satoru an annoyed look before he meets your gaze and answers. “Since today, that’s why Yaga interrupted us. We’re being sent to protect Tengen’s Star Plasma vessel from two groups that are trying to stop her from joining Tengen and merging.”
Her?
“One is the Curse User Group Q,” Satoru continues for Suguru. “Which is looking to upend Jujutsu society with Tengens rampage.”
“Okay,” Shoko says in comprehension, whilst your mind dwindles between the information and the fact that it’s a girl they’re protecting.
You shouldn’t be jealous, it’s a job, and from what you’ve learned on Tengen, he needs a vessel to stop himself from evolving to some higher being. So the girl is going to die and what is it…become one with Tengen? Or become him? It? They? Well whatever, the girl is going to die—but you are still feeling inklings of jealousy.
“And the other group,” Satoru continues. “Is the Star Religious group, also known as the Time Vessel Association, which worships Tengen as a god or something.”
Why do they want to stop Tengen from assimilating then if he’s their god?
Yet before you can ask that something else spills out of your mouth. “How old is this girl?”
Shoko chuckles, and Satoru scoffs before Suguru answers, “middle school age.”
Oh, what a relief.
“So you’ll be away from school why? Isn’t it safer bringing her here?” You ask. “Have her spend the rest of her time here where it’s protected?”
Satoru shrugs. “You’d think, but we’re supposed to stay away until the last day. I’ll see if I can change that though,” he comments with obvious annoyance. “I’m not entertaining no brat.”
Suguru sighs in disagreement but doesn’t comment, instead he grabs your arm and begins to pull you to him. “Satoru why don’t you meet me down the hill? We need to go now, we’ve wasted enough time as it is. I just want to talk to y/n first.”
Your brother narrows his gaze and slouches with the intention not to move.
“Satoru,” you call out so he can listen.
Shoko gets the memo and when she gets up she grabs Satoru’s arm to drag him with her. Luckily he doesn’t make this harder than it needs to be and follows her.
“Two minutes,” Satoru warns Suguru nevertheless. “Or I will come and drag you out.”
You roll your eyes, but Suguru just nods without bothering to counter back with something sassy or filled with annoyance. You then proceed to watch your brother walk away until he’s no longer visible.
“Three days?” You question as Suguru turns to face you now.
Suguru nods softly. “Yeah, but we might end up coming back here after we pick her up. I don’t know, I'll let you know.”
You scoff and shoot him a smile as you lean over and press your hands on the sides of his neck. “No, don’t distract yourself, you don’t have to text me. Focus on the mission and keeping yourself safe. Please.”
A small smile tugs on his lips and he carefully begins to caress your hand that you have on his neck. “I will, but I do have your brother so I’ll be okay.”
You nod in agreement. “Yeah I know. But still,” you say. “I don’t want to distract you. If you’re not here by tonight I’ll send you something. And if you miss me throughout the day, watch your homescreen or look through your camera roll full of pictures of me.” You laugh softly. “Or look at your messages…I might surprise you and send you a picture.”
Suguru grins and raises his hands to cup your cheeks and pull you in for a deep kiss. You cherish it and revel in it as if you won’t see each other again, as if you’re afraid to forget the taste of each other's lips. You proceed to tease him to keep him with you longer, but just as you swipe your tongue on his bottom lip he pulls back and presses a kiss on the top of your head instead.
“You know I can’t stay long,” he mutters against you. “Be wary of your phone, okay? You’re strong—”
You scoff in protest, but he pulls his head back to meet your gaze and reassure you. “You are, and we might need you, so just be wary. Regardless I’ll call you later.”
He didn’t listen to you whatsoever.
“Fine,” you say and don’t bother arguing. “Be careful…” you pause as you want to say those three meaningful words again, but you stop short before you can even utter them. You’re still too scared to do it.
You don’t want him to reject you, nor do you want to force him to repeat it if he doesn’t mean it yet.
“Look out for each other,” you add instead. “I do want to see you again, you know?”
Suguru laughs softly before pressing one last kiss on your lips. “I’ll be careful, Firefly.”
You groan in protest and push him back, causing him to snicker before he takes your hand and walks with you down the hill.
And just like he was told, Satoru is waiting for Suguru down the hill. Except he’s being annoying about it and tapping his foot on the floor while he has his arms crossed.
Since you’ve said your goodbyes with your boyfriend though you walk to your brother. “Be careful, Satoru, okay?”
“I don't need to be careful,” he responds all smugly, making you roll your eyes but continue to try and be sweet and caring.
“Just don’t die, look out for each other and…come back.”
Satoru tilts his head down to look at you with his eyes before he responds in the same smugness. “Don’t worry, sis.” He shoots you a half grin. “I’ll be fine.” He turns on his heels and grabs Suguru’s arm to pull him along, most likely because he thought Suguru would want to take one more minute with you.
You still follow them though, all the way to the exit. They both wave at you when they’re walking out, and you wave back with a small smile on your face. When they give you their backs as they keep retreating, you just stand there and watch their figures turn smaller until you can no longer see them.
You have nothing to worry about, you tell yourself so as to not worry about the two most important people in your life. Theye the strongest after all.
——
*LATER*
“What about after graduation?” You ask your group of friends. “Do you guys have any specific plans or are you planning on staying here?”
It had been only a couple hours since Satoru and Suguru left, and you’ve kept yourself busy at home since then since you didn’t get sent out on a mission after the one you went to in the morning; you’ve trained with your cursed technique, mediatated, and read. Now you’re helping Shoko just like promised, except Haibara and Nanami are with you too.
Well Nanami ended up helping Shoko, you are…supporting her from across the small table, and talking to her and your friends with your legs on Nanami’s lap, and your body leaned against Haibara as you give yourself a nice manicure.
“Well I already have a cozy job offer here,” Shoko shares nonchalantly. “So unless I get offered something better, then I’m staying here.”
You hum in comprehension and tilt your head back to peek at Haibara as he answers your question next. “Well I actually would like to be a teacher, so if they gave me a job here I would totally stay.” He says with enthusiasm before looking at you from the corner of his eyes. “What about you?”
You roll your head down and watch as you file the nail on your left pointer finger. “I’m leaving after school. I’ll accept jobs, but I won’t stay here.” You sigh. “I have goals I want to accomplish that don't involve staying here. Maybe I’ll be like Miss Yuki Tsukumo.” You smile proudly. “She’s so cool! I want to be like her when I grow up.”
Nanami scoffs before retorting. “She’s a slack off, she doesn’t pick up missions so that leaves us to do more work. She’s an adult but acts like a rebellious teen. You have the potential to be a lot better.”
You shrug him off and defend a woman you’ve never met before but have only heard about. “Well I think she’s cool. And the higher ups dislike her so she’s even cooler in my book.”
You move onto your last nail and only remember that you’re helping Shoko when he asks her a question from her notes.
“How many pairs of chromosomes does a human being typically have?”
You’ve always wondered why it is that Shoko wants to actually study to be an actual doctor when she has her special RCT ability that does all the work. And she put it simply, she wants the title and it’ll help her understand medical situations better. If it were you, you wouldn't do all that, but now that she’s doing it, good for her. You support her, and are proud of her.
“23 pairs,” she answers nonchalantly.
Nanami nods in agreement and pulls out the next notecard.
“So what about a family?” Shoko asks a different question to drift away from her study. “Would you guys want a family of your own? I don’t know if I would, I’ll go with the flow. All I do know is that I’m going to become a doctor.”
You smile at her with pride whilst you also give her your hand so she can help you paint your nails.
“Well,” you sigh and answer what comes to mind. “I don’t know, I’ve never given it any thought. It’d be nice I think, but…” you pause for a second and look up at the ceiling. “I really don’t know.”
The world isn’t perfect, it never will be, but you know all the ugly that it contains. It’s why you’ve never actually let yourself actually think too deeply about that. It’s why you’re okay if you don’t have a family of your own, plus you’re happy with the family you already have; your brother, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara and Suguru. As long as you have them in your life you’ll always be satisfied.
“Now you, Haibara,” you direct back at your friend. “What are your thoughts?”
“Hm, well,” he hums quietly before he shares what he knows. “I think it would be nice when I meet the right person.”
You smile softly and nod. “That’s good.” You look at the blond guy across you and give him the option to answer since he was mostly quiet while you all talked. “And you Nanamin?”
“No,” he answers bluntly. “I don’t think so, at least not while I continue doing this.”
“Fair.”
“Now, next question,” he drifts the attention away. “What part of the body produces insulin?”
Shoko props her elbows on the table and rests her chin on her hands as she thinks.
“Liver?” She answers hesitantly.
Nanami shakes his head and presses the notecard on the table so she can see the real answer; the pancreas.
“Oh,” she laughs it off. “I was going to answer with that. It’s a good thing I still have some time to go before I begin to study for my doctor's license.”
Nanami shakes his head in disapproval, and Haibara and you laugh. Shoko smirks before she lets your hand go so the paint can dry. You’re about to give her your other hand but then your phone rings, so you quickly slide your legs off Nanami’s lap and sit up. When you pick your phone you see that it’s Suguru calling you.
You told him not to, but you’re happy that he is, so you answer right away. “Hello!” You smile wider. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” he relieves you of that worry. “I’m fine. We’re all fine. We just uh, fought some curse users here…”
That doesn’t sound fine.
Your smile falls and you press him with worry and annoyance that was he brushing off the real danger of it all just to assure you. “That doesn’t sound fine. Where are you guys?”
“We’re fine,” he repeats himself. “We are now, that's why I’m calling you.” He laughs softly, but you find no amusement or reassurance in that laugh.
“You also said you’d call if you were in danger—are you being held captive? Cough if you need help.”
“Is everything okay?” Haibara interjects as they all listen in.
“Y/N,” Suguru calls out firmly. “I’m okay, Satoru is okay. We are okay. I just…wanted to hear from you.”
Regardless of how annoyed you currently feel, your face burns and a smile twitches on your face. “Well in that case,” you play along. “I am glad you’re calling. I know it must be hard work, so thank you for taking time out of your day to call. But are you sure it’s okay? I’ve been holding back from texting you out of fear that I’ll distract you.”
Suguru shares a breathless laugh. “It’s fine, darling.”
He’s never called you that before. Your mother used to call you that, but she never actually meant it affectionately, and it was always while she was being manipulative about something.
But Suguru, his voice is soft when he says it, it’s not dry or emotionless. You like the way he says it.
“Well, okay then,” you whisper. “What do you want to hear? How proud I am of you? I’m not there but I know you’re doing a good job.” You smirk.
“Please,” Nanami cuts in. “Take that call somewhere else.”
You wave him off and once again swing your legs over to rest them on his lap.
“No,” Suguru mumbles. “You don’t need to do that, especially because I’m not done yet. Just tell me about your day, what are you doing now?”
“Now?” You repeat and look around at your group of friends. “I’m helping Shoko by being her laprat.”
Suguru scoffs. “Labrat? Again? Well please tell her to keep you whole, I do look forward to seeing you again.”
You grin and can’t help but giggle like a lovestruck dork.
“I will relay the message, but don’t worry I’m helping her study.”
“You are?” Nanami mutters.
You laugh. “I am!” You counter. “I'm her emotional and mental support. So is Haibara.”
“I like the sound of that,” said guy agrees.
You throw your hand out and give him a thumbs up before you focus back on Suguru.
“Are you coming back here?” You ask him full of hope.
Suguru sighs and stays quiet for a moment, making you begin to worry. Before you can ask he answers. “No, not yet. We’re actually on our way to Naha.”
“You’re going to Okinawa?” You cut in with disbelief, making your friends pay closer attention. “What for?”
There’s another second of silence before he answers. “Uh, the vessel, Riko Amanai, her caregiver got captured by the Time Vessel association, so we’re going to go rescue her.”
The mundane non-sorcerer cult took the caregiver?
Here you thought they’d be weak.
“So you lied?” You remark.
“No,” Suguru quickly rebuttals. “No, we’re fine, we’ll get her back with no trouble I’m sure of it.”
“Uh-huh.”
“How long do you think you’ll stay there then?” You ask quieter.
“We’re flying over tonight and getting the caregiver back in the morning, so just a day…that’s actually another reason why I’m calling you too.”
You sigh. “Here I thought you actually wanted to talk to me. Pft.”
“I did want to hear your voice, that's why I delayed on telling you this now,” he argues back. “Yaga is probably going to tell you soon, but we need you, Nanami and Haibara to fly in tomorrow morning. The guys will be guarding the airport and you’ll meet up with us.”
At least you’ll see him again, that’s the good thing. But he did avoid telling you about the trouble they’re facing though, so that’s irritating.
“We’ll be at an Island,” he continues to add. “So you’ll have an advantage with your cursed technique just in case something does happen while we’re here.”
You hum in agreement, and that’s when he notices that you aren’t excited as you should be.
“I didn’t hide the truth on purpose, you know?” He argues.
This time you listen to what Nanami complained about and sit up. “Just hold on,” you tell Suguru, and then get up and step out of the room to talk to him now that your conversation has drifted to something more private and serious.
“Okay, I’m back now, and I’ll just say,” you interject right away. “I could have handled it. You don’t need to protect me. One it’s not you or my brother in danger so it would be easier to understand. Two, if this is going to continue working we need to communicate. You can’t decide for me what you think is okay or not, I decide that. And I know I can be a little sensitive, but you can’t shield me from the ugly you know?”
A deep breath comes from the other end and silence follows. You can’t see his face but you wish you could so you can read his expression. You don’t regret what you just said, you don’t even feel bad, it’s your truth, and a truth he needs to know if you're going to continue dating. But you don’t like the silence. It makes you nervous.
It’s not until a few seconds later that Suguru interjects softly. “I understand, I’m sorry. I should have not avoided the subject from the beginning, you’re right you can handle it. I just did want to hear from you first, it’s been a…long day.”
You smile bashfully down at the floor beneath your feet. “I guess the news would’ve spoiled the mood,” you admit.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “But you are also right. I shouldn’t have shielded you from the truth. Not at a time like this.”
You nod. “Exactly.” You smile softly and just before either of you could say anything, the voice of your brother is heard in the background.
“Hey, you’re still talking to y/n?”
“Yes?” Suguru answers.
You narrow your gaze slightly in confusion, but you then understand why he bothered to ask.
“Okay, just pass her to me, I need to talk to her,” Satoru mutters quickly before you hear commotion and then his voice through the phone. “Sis before you leave, while you pack, go to my room and bring me some casual clothes. Something comfortable. Understand?”
You sigh and don’t even think of your answer. “All right. I understand.”
“Good! Thank you—oh and bring yourself something comfortable too! Beachwear. So bring me something for that too actually.”
You look down at the floor confused before you probe. “Why? What are you planning?”
You can practically hear your brother grin before he answers evasively. “Just do what I ask.”
You roll your eyes. “Fine,” you breathe out, but drop your annoyance quickly as you fill with worry again. “Are you okay, Satoru? Have you eaten? Slept?”
“Hey,” he blurts. “Don’t you worry about me. I’m strong, and I’m the oldest sibling here. Just worry about getting here, and…Suguru. I’m fine.”
Yeah you won’t do that but you don’t want to argue so you just mumble back. “I understand.”
Footsteps begin to echo nearby so you look off the ground and see Yaga approaching. Most likely with the news Suguru just shared with you.
“I have to go,” you let Satoru know. “But! You’re on your way to the airport right?”
“Uh-huh.”
You smile excitedly. “Okay, do me a huge favor, go to that shop we like to go to, the one next to—”
“Mochi?” He finishes saying for you. “I’m so ahead of you, sis. I got us some!”
You grin. “Yay. Okay, okay I really have to go now. Bye.”
“I’ll pass you back to Suguru.” Satoru says, and you hear rustling as he does just that.
Yet just before your boyfriend can actually give you a proper goodbye, Satoru hangs up for him. “Goodbye—“
He’s still hesitant about Suguru and you. It’s not as bad as before, but he still hasn’t fully come to terms with the fact.
Then again can you blame him? You’re his little sister, someone he’s protected and looked after all his life. And Suguru is his best friend. The only one you’ve ever seen him have, so you’re both important to him. He has every right to be protective over the both of you. However he does need to trust the both of you too.
“Gojo,” Yaga greets as he approaches the porch.
You put your phone away and offer him a tiny smile as you return his greeting. “Yaga.”
Said man sighs and points his chin to your phone. “Was that your brother?”
You nod. “It was, Suguru called me and Satoru butt in.”
Yaga hums before he continues. “Then I assume you know about what you’re going to do?” He says. “Geto said he’d call you to catch you up.”
You nod and turn around to open the door to the room you were just in. “Yeah, I know everything.”
“I normally wouldn't have chosen to send you or the others yet,” Yaga explains as he trails after you “But Geto and your brother asked for the three of you. So I’m going to trust you, all of you, to do your jobs and make it back.”
You look back and shoot him a prideful smirk. “Don’t worry,” you assure the man. “We can handle what may come our way. We’re strong together.”
——
*THE NEXT DAY*
Ever since coming to school, getting out of your school uniform is growing to be pretty uncommon, sure you find the smallest excuses to wear all the clothes you have and buy, but it’s hardly enough.
Coming to actual fun places for missions is rare. Sure nothing about hiding out from bounty hunters is fun, but every mission you’ve gone to has dark corners, sketchy streets, dark to dim lighting, it’s all truly ugly.
It’s why you don’t even think twice about going all out right now at the beach! You wear a bathing suit under your bright colored tight corset and black mini skirt. You wear cute and expensive shades, you can even carry a cute bag that matches the color of your platform sandals. Plus it helps you not stand out, you blend right in with the rest of the beachgoers!
Albeit you do wonder why you’re at the beach exactly. The guys said to meet them at the beach right as you got off the plane instead of letting you help like you were sent here to do. Howbeit! You’re not complaining, you love the beach, you love the sun kissing your skin, the sound of the crashing waves, the salty air, the calmness of the environment—
Actually! There is one thing you are complaining about, they’re late. They were supposed to meet up with you thirty minutes ago. So it’s a good thing you’re at the beach and not anywhere haunted, you would’ve flipped if it was the latter.
And now you would message them, but you’d rather not bother and leave them worrying instead.
And it’s a good thing you do because they leave you waiting for another fifteen minutes before Satoru and Suguru get off a cab with a young black haired girl, and an older woman dressed like a maid.
“Sorry—”
“I could’ve been dead already,” you cut Suguru off and cross your arms over your chest as you glare at the both of them.
Satoru skips over to close the gap between him and you. “You’re too annoying to kill,” he blurts teasingly. “Did you bring my things?”
You sigh and drop your arms to your side to pick up a totebag off the ground and hand it to your brother. “Don’t mess it up, I have stuff in there too.”
Satoru flashes you a grin. “Thanks, and…” he trails off and gives you a gift bag from the sweet shop with the good mochi.
You can’t stay upset anymore so you smile at him before he walks off to change out of his uniform.
“You land all right?” You hear Suguru ask as you’re focused on taking out the mochi your brother gave you.
“Yeah,” you answer with your attention wavered. “You okay?” You finally look up at him as you pull out the package, and smile when you see that he’s not hurt. “You look good, are you?”
Suguru’s smile deepens as he nods. “Yeah. The work was simple. The interrogation did take longer than expected though. Sorry about that.”
You open the box and shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, I like being here,” you assure him. “Albeit why are we here? At the beach I mean? Won’t it be easier protecting…” you trail off and glance at the young girl past his shoulder, and catch her eyes already on you. “…the girl at school?”
Suguru sighs and nods. “It would, but Tengen ordered us to let her enjoy her time before the merge. So we’re here.”
You hum in comprehension and take a bite from your snack. “Well, I can’t say I'm complaining,” you say with your mouth full. “This is the best mission location I’ve been to so far.”
Suguru smiles softly before he checks that Satoru isn’t coming.
When the ghost is clear he leans over and presses a kiss on your cheek. “You look good by the way.”
You gulp and feel your heart flutter, and your smile turn bashful. “You should wait and see me in my bathing suit,” you manage to tease him.
Suguru swallows thickly. “I can’t wait,” he counters softly.
You laugh softly before you offer him your bitten mochi. “Want some? I can’t guarantee there will be some left when you come back from changing—You are changing out of your uniform right?”
Suguru laughs and nods. “Yes. I’ll do that now,” he says as he takes the bitten mochi from your hand and walks off, leaving you with the other two that you have yet to introduce yourself to.
“Forgive me,” you tell them after you wipe your mouth. “I got carried away,” you tell them as you step towards them. “I am Y/N Gojo.” You smile sweetly and bow your head. “First year at Jujutsu High.”
The young girl swallows thickly before she bows her head. “I’m…Riko Amanai,” she introduces herself. “Nice to meet you.” She then looks at your shades and continues. “I really like your clothes. You’re dressed really nice.”
Your smile grows to a grin and feel your heart skip a beat. That’s the best commitment you could ever recieve. It means you did well on picking your outfit. You love it.
“Thank you, Amanai. Really.” You then proceed to look at the woman beside her. “Hello, you must be her caregiver?”
The lady nods and offers you a tiny smile. “Yes, I’m Misato Kuroi.”
“Are you okay? I heard what happened,” you interject with concern.
Miss Kuroi nods quickly. “Yes, I’m fine. I didn’t get hurt, and Geto and Gojo saved me in time as well.”
You offer her a kind smile and nod. “That’s very good.”
“Thank you,” she cuts in and grabs Amanai’s shoulder. “You had to fly all the way here for us even if it isn’t your mission.”
You shake your head. “Well,” you sigh. “It kind of is now that I am involved, but don’t worry. We’re sorcerers, we have to look out for one another. We’re few as it is.” You smile and catch your brother coming out so you focus on him while the girls go and change now too.
“Do you have more?” He asks as rushes over to you with the tote bag in hand.
You nod and extend the box to him after you take another one. Once your brother reaches you he takes a mochi, and you take a bite of yours before you ask what’s been on your mind. “So what’s the plan for today?”
Satoru takes big bite and then holds the snack in between his teeth to dig in his back pocket, and pull out a folded paper he gives to you.
You take another bite and then finish it before you open the paper to read the schedule for today and tomorrow.
‘Day 2…13:00 meet with Gojo 2 at the beach and then swim…”
You groan and blink to look at your brother with annoyance. “Gojo 2?” You quote back at him.
Satoru snickers. “Yeah it’d be confusing otherwise.”
You roll your eyes and look back at the sheet.
‘15:00...Day 3, 11:00 Amanai’s Bounty Taken Down. Assimilate with Tengen after sunset!’
“Well,” you comment and fold the paper back. “That’s quite a day. It’s too bad we’re leaving here so soon. We should come back,” you suggest and give him back the schedule. “With all the others too. It'd be so fun.”
Satoru nods as he takes one more mochi from your box. “Yeah, that would be fun. Perhaps in the summer.”
You smile giddly and nod in agreement. Silence then follows and you take the time to study him for any visible wounds. He can’t do RCT yet, nor is Shoko here so if he got hurt it’d be visible since he has a lot of body exposed.
Yet it doesn’t look like he did. Good.
“When we go back home,” Satoru adds quieter and in a more serious tone. “You’ll go back to school to grab what you need, and then go on a mission with the other first years.”
You blink in surprise and pull your shades up before you shake your head. “No, but I should stay in school,” you argue. “The bounty won’t be down until tomorrow morning. What if something happens? We could help, I could.”
Satoru shakes his head and finally meets your eyes and narrows his gaze. “I said you’re going,” he deadpans. “Listen for once in your life.”
You part your lips to argue, but nothing comes out. You can’t form a word sentence to argue back with. There’s no point either, there’s no winning him, when he’s dead set on something and serious like he is now, there’s no changing his mind. There’s no point in having Suguru talk with him either, he probably already knows about the plan and agrees to it. Plus…you don’t want to argue now. The sun is bright, the sky is so beautifully blue, the waves look calm, and the air is soft.
Instead when you catch Suguru walking away from the changing station you shoot him a bright smile, and feel butterflies flutter in your stomach as you see that he’s not wearing anything under his blue short-sleeve button up. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but his body, his tight muscles hiding under his shirts never fail to amaze you.
Oh! And when he has his hair down and he doesn’t have a shirt on! Now that is truly the best sight to see.
If only you could kiss him. But Satoru is here. Tsk.
The best thing you can do is run over to meet him halfway with a soft awe-struck grin. “You look great,” you compliment him without shame, not notcing he keeps a hand hidden behind his back.
Suguru smiles. “You too.” He redirects.
“You surely took forever,” you point out. “I get the girls, but you?”
Suguru drops his gaze and smiles wider before he pulls his hand out from behind him and shows off a red hibiscus flower.
“Wow,” you mouth joyfully. “Cute,” you mumble.
Suguru lifts his hand to tuck the flower over your ear. “I saw a bush of them when I went to change so I thought I’d steal one for you,” he says.
You sigh softly and whisper your gratitude without letting go of each other's gaze, you’re all each other saw. It’s why you miss the way your brother is watching your interaction. He’d usually feel weird about seeing you and Suguru gushing over each other, but right now he saw your smile and he saw Suguru’s, he notices the way you two look at each other like nothing exists around you and all he can think about is how nice it is that you can make each other happy. Yet he still doesn’t understand how you two came to be, he doesn’t understand why either. No matter how many explanations you give him he won’t understand why Suguru and you love each other.
He probably will one day, or he probably won’t. Who knows, all he knows is this for now; his mission, and this moment in time.
It’s why when Amanai and Kuroi come out of the changing room he turns off his infinity for a moment to let you jump on his back. He then runs alongside Amanai, and with you on his back towards the water. He wants to throw you in the water for the fun of it, but he doesn’t want to make you mad so he lets your feet hit the ground.
However, it’s once you take off your clothes and remain in your bikini that Satoru grabs you and throws you in the water. You resurface with a sneer, and use your technique to manipulate the water surrounding you, and splash him, but he has his infinity on now so the water doesn’t hit him whatsoever.
“Ass,” you spat and pick up your flower off the water to tuck back over your ear.
“Hey! That’s so cool!” Amanai exclaims. “What’s your cursed technique?!”
You look to her and lose your annoyance before responding. “I have an Elemental Manipulation Cursed Technique. I can bend the elementals to my will, and fire is the only one I can manipulate and make.”
Amanai’s eyes widen slightly with awe. “That’s so cool!”
You shoot her a smirk. “Thanks,” you utter before you turn to walk over to Suguru sitting on a blanket in the distance with Kuroi.
However, before you do walk away, you stop and just peer back. Amanai is distracted picking up some shell from the sand, Suguru did say that Tengen wants her to at least enjoy what she has left of life, so you’ll show her just that, a good time.
Thus before she can look you use your technique and push the water in front of Amanai forward, creating an empty space. Amanai sees the water moving and looks up. When she notices the empty space her lips twitch to a smile, she then lifts her gaze further up and sees the water standing up around it and her smile widens.
She wants to look back at you since she knows you’re the one doing it, but the way you begin to make a path in front of her steals her attention. She is hesitant to follow the path, but you turn around to fall beside her.
“It’s okay,” you assure her. “Nothings going to happen.”
Amanai peers back at you and keeps her eyes on you for a moment as she debates between trusting you or not. But she then catches sight of a school of little orange fish swimming around the path you created and doesn’t hesitate to slowly follow them. You slowly trail after her and stop until the water walls tower over the both of you.
Unlike before, now you can see everything that lives inside the water, the different colored coral, the rocks; tall and small. You can see the little creatures burrowing themselves inside the sand. You see different fishes swimming in the distance, you see it all through the clear water. Albeit nothing is better than seeing Amanai smile with awe.
You don’t know the girl, she’s just a mission that your brother and Suguru need to accomplish for the sake of your world, but if you think deeply about it, this girl is going to lose her life to become one with this being that stays trapped in some void forever. And that makes you feel bad for her, it makes you sad that she’ll basically lose her life before she can even live it, before she can even decide if merging is what she actually wants.
It’s why while you’re here, you want to make it your mission to show her some ounce of happiness.
“Tell me Amanai,” you interject softly as you watch a cute silver fish swimming past you. “What’s your favorite animal?”
Amanai’s eyes snap to you and she parts her lips to answer, but she then closes her mouth and looks at the water again.
She remains quiet for a moment before she gives you her answer. “A whale shark.”
You hum in comprehension and draw in a deep breath of the salty air, you tap further into your cursed energy and let your mind overcome with the weight and strength of the water. You feel its gentleness, and its power running through your limbs as you control it.
You proceed to exhale and slowly begin to lift your hands as you raise the water that surrounds you. You proceed to gently slide your leg back like if you’re about to start a dance, and sway your arms to the side as you move the water over your heads. You then twist your wrists as you make the water circle around you.
Amanai spins around to watch as you move the water to completely surround you both, leaving you trapped in a bubble. “This is beautiful,” she whispers.
You smile softly, and then use the water past your walls to create a whale shark. Amanai runs to the edge to watch as you make the water create the big creature. Once it’s complete you don’t pull back from having it swim ever so gently like a real whale does. And it may not be real, but it looks like it; down to the white belly and up to the spots. It’s also very heavy to keep formed while lifting and pushing the water.
But you keep it up and let Amanai reach in the water to touch it. When she touches the water-made creature with her fingertips she laughs quietly, making you smile. After she pulls her hand out of the water you begin to let the water over you fall back to the sides. The water that you had blocking your back falls and you move it to the side to recreate the path back to shore.
Amanai watches the water-made whale shark for a few more minutes before you have it disappear. After that she follows you back to shore whilst she watches as you let the water fall back to place, like small waterfalls joining its body of water below. When you do reach shore and before you can walk away she interjects in a soft voice.
“Thank you for that….I really enjoyed it. It was very beautiful.”
You peer back and flash her a smile. “You welcome.” You hold her gaze for a second longer until it hits you.
How can this happen? Her life after merging will cease to exist, she hasn’t even lived it, she doesn’t even have a choice between doing it or not. Even if she wants to do it, she only says that because it was drilled in her; that desire and responsibility, but is it really her choice?
No.
But…It’s for the greater good of the Jujutsu world. Of your world, and everyone else’s. So she has to do it. She does…
This world is so fucked.
You continue to walk towards Suguru, and as you pass your brother he pats your shoulder. “That was cool,” he says.
You smirk and nod. “I know.”
Now when you’re closer to your boyfriend you run over and lay back on the space between his legs.
“We’re supposed to be discreet,” he reminds you.
You shrug him off. “It was cool.”
“I know, but we can’t be showing off,” he remarks.
You pull your shades down and close your eyes before you answer honestly. “She needs to enjoy what remains of her life. I was just showing her a good time.”
He sighs in defeat. He knows you’re right so let’s it be, instead he tilts his head down to look at you as you bask in the stillness of the moment, as you let the sun kiss your skin. He watches your chest move up and down, and the way you rest your hands on your chest. He finds himself smiling at you and the little things you do.
“May I ask?” Kuroi interjects, catching Suguru and you off guard. “Miss Gojo. How did you get that scar across your torso?”
You nervously swallow thickly, but keep your eyes closed. Instinctively you move one of your hands to trace the long scarred gash across your torso with your fingers.
It’s not hard anymore to recall that specific moment that took place so long ago in your life, but it still is hard to put into words. It’s why only one person besides Satoru knows what happened, and that’s Suguru.
“It happened when I was young,” you answer stiffly and clench your other fist over your chest. Suguru notices the way your breath changes to deep and hard breaths, he sees the way you stiffen, the way your lips are twitching to form a frown, so he does what he can right now and reaches down to cup your hand.
At the feeling of his soft and warm touch you open your eyes and tilt your head back. You catch his gaze and he offers you an assuring smile.
It doesn’t take away the bad that comes with the memory, but it helps ease you, it helps your breath, your racing heart, and brings light to the shadows that already threatened to take over at the mere thought of that day.
“It was a…mistake,” you share. “No amount of RCT has been able to heal it…” you trail off and simply leave it at that. Even if that’s not a clear answer, just a lead to more questions. Questions Kuroi luckily doesn’t ask.
“Hey,” Suguru interjects quieter. “Did you put on sunscreen?”
You look up at him and think for a moment before you remember you didn’t because Satoru threw you in the water. “No…could you help put some on?”
Suguru smiles as he pulls out your sunscreen from your bag. “Way ahead of you.”
You grin and sit up to let him put some on his fingers before he passes it to you, so you can put some on your fingertips and apply some on your arms while he gets your back.
“I have a question,” you finally remember to ask. “If the Star Religious group worships Tengen why do they want Amanai dead? Wouldn’t they want her to assimilate?”
Suguru sighs softly before he responds. “Well their object of worship is the pure form of Tengen. So allowing the Star Plasma vessel to assimilate is unforgivable because in their mind they think the vessel is impure.”
You scoff. “Ah,” you mumble. “I get it now.” You huff. “Non-sorcerers are so weird.”
“They just have different beliefs,” Suguru tries to correct you.
You huff, “yeah I suppose.” You proceed to grab more sunscreen to move onto your other arm. “Anway, I kind of feel bad. Haibara and Nanami are at the airport while I’m here at the beach, getting a tan.” You smile softly. “I’ll buy them souvenirs. As well as Shoko.”
“That’d be nice,” Suguru agrees as he slides his hands to your shoulders to rub in sunscreen.
Your breath shudders at the feeling, and your heart skips a beat, whislt your lips form to a mischievous smile. If only you were here alone, you’d totally be all over him. For now you’ll just have to imagine kissing him and taking off his shirt he didn’t bother to button.
“What?” Suguru interjects as if he knows you’re lost in thought about him.
You shrug. “Nothing,” you say in a sweet tone. “Just you.”
“What about me?”
You put more sunscreen on your hands and lean forward to begin rubbing some on your legs, causing him to slide his hands down to your lower back.
“You just look good in your beach outfit,” you let him know.
Suguru scoffs softly and stays quiet, letting you know you just made him all flustered. Which is easy to do.
“Anway,” you continue. “Have you guys eaten?”
“Not yet,” Suguru says, making you sigh with discontent.
“What about slept?” You ask. “Has Satoru slept? Have you?”
“I slept a bit on the plane, and at night,” he says. “But I don’t think Satoru has.”
You lift your eyes to watch your brother goof off with Amanai, and sigh. There’s no way to tell if he has eyebags with those dark shades on his face, but knowing him he hasn’t slept. And he won’t until his mission is over.
That’s why it would be better if you could help after you leave here, you could keep watch while he sleeps for at least a couple hours. But no, he’s protecting you and keeping you far away from the school.
You appreciate it, but he needs to understand you aren’t a little girl anymore. He doesn’t have to protect you all the time.
“Well,” you interject sternly and move onto your other leg. “We’ll go eat after this. You can’t be strong if you don’t eat.”
Suguru laughs softly, causing you to straighten up and look at him over your shoulder. “What?” You snap.
Suguru smiles at you and shakes his head. “Just you,” he mocks you playfully.
You roll your eyes and finish applying sunscreen on your leg to then rub some on the rest of your body that’s exposed to the sun. After that’s done Suguru pulls his phone out and takes a picture of the both of you; one with his chin on your shoulder and a smile on his face, and you happily grinning at the camera.
When that’s done you lay on your stomach, and just rest your eyes some more. There is a gnawing worry in the back of your head, but Suguru and your brother are here so you don’t let the worry consume you.
“I really can’t believe I got captured by the Star Religious Group,” Kuroi interjects, piquing your attention, but not enough to make you open your eyes. “And by a non-sorcerer at that. I’m ashamed of myself.”
“You couldn’t help it if they caught you off-guard,” Suguru quickly tries to assure the lady. “Part of the blames lies with me, too.”
“Was I really caught off guard?” Kuroi questions quietly. “I thought I was on high alert after the incident with Q. I still don’t have much recollection of being attacked…And you came here by plane?” She then asks. “Were you okay? You weren’t attacked?”
“Satoru has good eyes,” Suguru says. “Before we took off, he checked over all the passengers and staff, as well as the inside and outside of the plane. And while we were in the air, I had my cursed spirit keep watch outside. It was safer than using a land route.” He then proceeds to take a paper out he had in his pocket, and comments on it.
“I’m more curious as to why they designated Okinawa for the exchange,” Suguru shares his curiosity.
You thought of that too, but haven’t come up with any convincing explanation.
“Probably to buy time, right?” Kuroi shares. “Even if they fail to kill Riko, they could keep her from making tomorrow's full moon deadline.”
“If that were the goal,” you interject with your thought. “They would have chosen a rural area with poor transit infrastructure. Instead we’re here, on an island that’s often busy.”
“You two don’t think they’re planning to take over the airport, do you?” Kuroi worries.
“Maybe so,” Suguru doesn’t lie. “But we’ll be fine,” he assures her and puts the paper down. “We’re not the only ones who came here.”
Yes, you and your other two first year companions came too! Haibara and you were excited, but Nanami, well he’s reluctant. And he has every right to be, they usually don’t assign you first years to missions like these—but it’s just like you told him, there’s no need to worry with Suguru and Satoru here with you too.
“Should we really be sightseeing like this?” Kuroi adds.
“Satoru’s the one who suggested it,” Suguru says. “He’s probably showing consideration for Riko, in his own way. Though it is getting close…” he trials off and you then hear him stand up. “Satoru! It’s time.”
Tsk.
“Oh, it's that time already?” You hear Satoru query.
You sigh with discontent and push yourself to your knees before you stand up too.
“Suguru, let’s head back tomorrow morning instead,” Satoru suggests, making you spin around to face all of them with a hidden smile.
You can’t get excited yet, not until Suguru agrees. So while he walks to your brother you follow him. However when they do reach each other you stand a bit behind to listen in.
“But,” Suguru tries to argue, but Satoru cuts in with an argument.
“The weathers holding steady, yeah? Besides, there are fewer curse users in Okinawa than there are in Tokyo.”
That’s true, but does it really matter at the end of the day? They can still come here too, it would be safer back home. Even if you do enjoy being here.
“Let’s keep it a little more serious, Satoru,” Suguru rebuttals.
“It’s better if the time limit on the bounty runs out while we’re mid-flight right?” Satoru asks, making Suguru walk closer to your brother to talk quieter so the others won’t worry, or just listen in. Luckily you can still hear from where you stand.
“Satoru,” Suguru says. “You haven't released your technique since yesterday, have you? You haven’t slept either. And you don’t plan to sleep tonight, do you?”
You look at your brother with worry and step closer.
“Are you sure we don’t need to go back to Jujutsu High?” Suguru presses.
Satoru raises his head and meets your gaze behind his shades. You can feel his stare on you for a moment before he raises his fist and gently taps Suguru’s chest.
“It’s not a problem,” Satoru assures him as he begins to walk away. “Playing through 99 years of MomoTetsu was far more draining. Besides…you’re here too.”
You smile softly at his compliment to Suguru, and let him throw his arm around you as he reaches you.
“Why don’t we get some snacks, yeah?” Satoru suggests as he turns you around to walk with you.
“We could eat,” you correct him sternly. “Proper food.”
Satoru huffs out. “I ate food on the plane, and then when we were going to the exchange location.”
You scoff and counter. “Yeah, that was hours ago. You need to eat.”
“You’re beginning to sound like Belinda.” He teases you and lets you go as you reach where your blanket is splayed on the ground.
“Yeah and I have every right to,” you argue to the stubborn man. “There’s still a day left, Satoru.”
Satoru stops walking and keeps his back turned to you. “I’ll be alright, sis. Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be fine.”
You watch him with worry, you want to keep arguing for his own sake, but just as you open your mouth, you choose to trust him and let it go.
“Could you text one of the guys though? Let them know of the change in plans,” he says as he continues to walk off towards a man in the distance hauling a white cart.
You sigh in defeat and nod. He doesn’t see it, but you do before you take your phone from your bag and text Haibara. You would text Nanami, but he didn’t want to come as it is, so his reaction scares you.
You: Plans changed. We’re extending our stay to another day.
Suguru reaches you and puts his hand on your lower back and slides it up slowly to hook his arm over your shoulders.
“Worried?” You ask him.
“About Satoru? No, but, if we’re staying here we can’t let our guard down.”
You hum softly. “Well at night, we can patrol wherever we stay at,” you suggest. “If someone were to attack it’d be then, when our guard is supposed to be down more.”
“Yeah,” Suguru agrees and nods. “That’s true. We can patrol while Satoru stays with Amanai.”
Your lips tug to a teasing smile, yet before you can answer you can text message from Haibara.
Haibara: Understood! Thanks for letting us know. Is everything all right?
You: Yes, Satoru just changed his mind so don’t worry. Is everything okay over there?
You close your phone and finally tease Suguru. “I think you just want to get me alone, Sugar.” You snicker.
Suguru laughs. “It was your plan.”
You smirk and turn your head to look at him. “Yeah, it was so I wont deny my intentions. But,” you feign a pout. “We are meant to be on patrol, so.”
“I know that. Why? What did you have in mind?” He teases you back.
You shrug innocently and leave him wondering as you open your phone to read your new message.
Haibara: Clear waters over here, haha…
You snort at the message
Haibara: Nanami is just annoyed.
You: Love that haha, tell him not to lose his head, we’ll leave early in the morning and then head to a mission after!
“I have ice cream!” Satoru cuts in loudly and excitedly.
You turn back and see his grin as he runs over. You beam and leave your spot to meet him halfway along with Amanai, who’s just as happy.
“Sis, here’s your strawberry,” he says and hands you a cone with strawberry ice cream. “Amanai, you and Kuroi have vanilla. Suguru, you’ll get chocolate, and I’ll keep the last vanilla.”
“Thank you,” Amanai says before she takes her cones and walks back to her caretaker.
“So,” you blurt excitedly and step back to face both guys. “I was thinking—”
“Were you?” Satoru cuts you off with a playful smirk. “You don’t look like much of a thinker.”
Your face falls and a glower replaces the joy.
“Satoru,” Suguru warns him quietly.
Without asking you hand Suguru your phone and ice cream cone. Satoru does the same and begins to step back as he begins to snicker.
“Take it back,” you sneer at him and step forward. You then swing at him but he slides back, triggering you and causing you to lunge at him.
Satoru swerves you though, and begins to run away, making you run after him back towards the water, not catching Amanai’s concern.
“Are they okay?”
Suguru sighs and begins to slowly follow after the both of you. “Yes, it’s normal for them.”
When you make it into the water you manage to push your brother back, making him chuckle as he tries to capture your wrists.
You step back and since he seems to have his infinity off for this moment, you use your technique to grow a tall wave behind him. You then pretend to try and punch him so he gets distracted. And when he swerves you, you hurl the wave at his back, causing him to fall in the water face down.
You laugh at him evilly, and hear Amanai laugh along too from shore. Albeit just then unexpectedly hands wrap around your ankles and you get yanked down in the water, making you yelp out.
Satoru resurfaces and redirects his laugh back at you when you go quiet and look at him annoyed. However, that look only lasts for a few seconds because you can’t hold back and begin to laugh too.
The rest of the day is spent just like that moment, lighthearted and fun. Even if there was this shadow casted over everyone that didn’t bring anyone down, especially not Riko.
You went Kayaking to a river nearby, per your suggestion, since it is something you’d do with Satoru and your own caretaker when you were children. And Riko loved it, she especially loved watching the flying fish that you made out of water using your technique, and made to follow your boats. After that Kurio suggested an arcade and Amanai and you beat Satoru and Suguru multiple times. You followed by going on a walk where Amanai enjoyed the soft salty air, the colorful flower gardens, and that sense of freedom without having to worry about her responsibility.
You’ve known her for such a small amount of time but you were happy for her, you were happy to see her smile and not worry at that moment.
Now it might not be your day, you were here with everyone for a mission after all, but you can’t hide what you feel. You can’t push back your joy that you found in that moment too; with your brother, with your boyfriend, with the strangers that quickly became friends. Where you are.
“So,” you interject as you push your plate away and pull out the schedule. “We have room for something else before it’s someone’s bedtime…” you trail off and look at Riko across the table to point your eyes at her. She notices your implication and her jaw drops.
“I don’t have a bedtime,” she retorts, making Satoru and you snicker.
“Anyway,” you brush her off and let the paper go to rub the back of your neck as you feel this odd sensation you can’t put into words. All you know is that you feel it and it doesn’t last. It goes away just as fast as it came.
Thus you don’t pay mind to the feeling, instead you proceed to lean towards Suguru and lazily lay your head on his shoulder. “You should pick where you want to go next.” You lift your hand and gently begin to caress the back of Suguru’s neck.
“Well,” Riko mumbles before she averts her gaze and thinks hard.
After all your day activities, finally you were able to come and sit down to eat. It was such a relief after all the walking and sightseeing you did. Plus, seeing Satoru eat makes you feel reassured too, he’s been working hard and keeping up his cursed technique which takes a lot more from him than Suguru’s does.
“Can we go to the Aquarium?” Riko finally suggests, making your smile falter.
Yes Aquariums are impressive things, but Aquariums are something you hate. Its just, seeing all those innocent creatures stuck inside four walls for the rest of their lives is inhumane. Sure, when you pass by a small tank with fish you stop to admire them, but Aquariums? You hate them.
Yet you don’t say anything outloud or protest, you simply smile and nod to assure her. “Of course. That sounds like fun.” You pull your head off Suguru’s shoulder, and feel it again, that weird feeling on the back of your neck. This time though you don’t shrug it off, you feel the need to peer back, and that’s when you see a middle aged man at the other side of the patio sitting alone and with a newspaper in hand.
You manage to catch his green eyes already on you, but as soon as you do look at him he looks down at his newspaper.
Weird. Could he be after Riko?
Doubtful, he would’ve done something by now. He’s sitting calmly, and he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at you. Plus as you focus on him you can tell that his cursed energy is low, he’s probably a mere non-sorcerer, so he shouldn’t be a problem, he’s probably just a curious man.
However, you get a…icky feeling in your gut at the mere sight of him. And it is the non-sorcerer cult that are after Riko, so maybe you should tell Satoru, have him use his six eyes to examine him from where you are.
Thus you look ahead again and lean over towards your brother, but when you do, from the corner of your eyes you catch that same mystery man getting off his chair and walking away. You try to watch him leave the restaurant, but a server walking out of the kitchen gets in your way.
Hm, perhaps it’s just your paranoia. You’re just finding enemies in strangers out of worry. So you let it go and instead watch the server walk to your table with a plate of larb. When he reaches your table he directs his smile at Satoru.
“Larb, on the house,” he shares and sets the plate down before he walks away with no other kind of information.
“Free food, how come?” Riko asks with disbelief.
You peer back and catch the young lady that had been your actual server, giggling with the cashier, letting you know what this was about.
“I think,” you interject teasingly as you look ahead and reach for the plate. “Those girls back there Larb you, Satoru.” You snicker and watch him with a grin.
Kurio giggles at your joke, but she's the only one. Riko looks at you annoyed, and Satoru looks back at the girls first before he looks at you with a disapproving frown that only makes you burst out laughing.
You feel Suguru’s stare so you face him and laugh harder. You’d explain the joke, but it wouldn't be funny that way so you leave it be and pick up your silverware to take in a small amount.
“You’re a dork,” Suguru tells you.
You shoot him a sweet smile as you chew your food. He shakes his head and playfully turns your head away with his hand. You snicker and when you swallow you grab more food and push the silverware towards him. “Want some?” You ask. “It’s very good.”
Suguru doesn’t say anything, he just leans forward and takes a bite. You giggle with glee and miss Satoru’s disgust upon seeing your interaction.
“What’s wrong with your face?” You hear Riko ask, making you look over with curiosity and put the silverware down.
“Nothing,” Satoru deadpans. “I’m. Fine.”
You look at your brother and notice his glare behind his shades, letting you know exactly what was wrong with him. He’s annoyed by your affection with Suguru. Like always.
You don’t let that bother you though. Instead, you scoop up more food and make sure he’s watching as you feed Suguru more.
Before you could even think of grabbing more Satoru takes the plate from in front of you and begins to eat it himself, making Suguru and you laugh softly to yourselves.
Sure Suguru and you have your boundaries when you’re with your brother, but there’s times where it’s fun to mess with him, he’s so quick to annoy.
“Are you okay?” You tease Satoru as you slowly pull your phone out.
Satoru slowly turns his head and looks at you with a feigned nonchalant expression you see right through—“fine,” he deadpans.
You open your phone and quickly snap a picture of him and you with his face all scrunched in annoyance.
“Erase that!” He exclaims and tries to take your phone, but you lean away and quickly press send.
“Ah yeah no,” you laugh. “I'm saving it, plus I already sent it to Shoko.” You shut your phone and beam at him.
Satoru glares at you and grumbles back, “you annoy me.”
You laugh at him and happily leave it at that.
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*LATER*
Since you don’t like aquariums, there’s nothing you can say about your trip there. Riko enjoyed it and that’s all that matters about that.
What happened outside of that though is not something you can comment on a lot either. Since the day had been filled with so much to do, after dinner everyone was calmer and more worn out. Conversations once filled with laughter grew quieter and shorter. That’s especially the case after you left the aquarium.
Everyone was tired, ready to have the day end, but only Riko and Kurio could rest in the hotel room you rented. Satoru, Suguru and you fought your sleep and exhaustion to keep working. You were more fortunate to have joined in late so your exhaustion wasn’t as heavy’s as your brothers or Suguru’s.
Which is why you argued with Satoru especially.
“Look, I can stay here and watch over her, you should rest at least for a few hours. She needs you to be strong.”
Satoru sighs and carefully tucks his hands in his pockets. “I'm feeling fine,” he dares to rebuttal with his eyebags under his eyes. “Go out, patrol with Suguru. I will stay here. You have any trouble or find anything suspious call me.”
You step towards him and narrow your gaze on him so he can know you’re not playing around. “Satoru, listen to me. You haven’t slept, just sleep for three hours at most. Please,” you beg softly.
Rather than taking your advice, your brother offers you a charming smile. It’s one you know well and see often when he’s trying to assure you. “What have I told you?” He says. “I’m the older brother, you don’t need to worry about me. I worry about you.”
“Then keep me here,” you snap back, hoping he’ll listen so you can help him here. Maybe force him to sleep.
However, Satoru grabs your shoulder and turns you towards the hall door. “I trust you,” he says and takes Suguru’s shoulder too when he reaches him by the door. “And I trust Suguru to keep you safe,” he adds and lets Suguru go to open the room door and push you both out. “Now go, do your jobs. I’m sure you’re both dying to have some alone time.”
You part your lips to argue but your brother just shuts the door on you instead.
“Fucker,” you grumble and just shift around to just give up and walk down the hall to go to the stairs. “I swear I’m just going to…” you trial off and sigh in defeat. “He never listens to me.”
“Yeah,” Suguru agrees softly. “He’s stubborn, but you don’t need to worry about him. He’ll be fine.”
You rub your eyes and groan.
“He’ll be fine,” Suguru insists. “He’s strong.”
You nod and drop your hand to your side. “Yeah,” you sigh. “He’s strong, I know. He’s powerful, I know that too. But that doesn’t mean I should stop worrying about him. Strip that all away and he’s still my brother...” You trial off and exhale deeply. “I just…I know he doesn’t need me looking out for him, but…” you pause and sniffle as tears form in your eyes. “…if something happens to him I don’t know what I would do.”
If he were to be gone from your life you know from the depths of your heart that it would be like everything good of this world would cease to exist at that exact moment. That’s why you worry.
“Nothing is going to happen to him, I won’t let it,” Suguru says in a soft tone he uses when it's just the two of you. When you’re wrapped in his arms after a long day for the both of you. It’s the most assuring thing in the world. Nothing else beats it, nothing else has the power to actually calm you down the way he does.
Whereas Satoru is the good of this world, Suguru is the world itself, without either of them there’d be nothing. An empty, meaningless and cold void.
“I’m sorry,” you cut in unexpectedly. “I must sound childish.”
Suguru stops walking just as you reach the top of the stairs, making you stop and face him with slight confusion.
“No,” he says. “It’s not childish at all. You’re just a sister worried about her brother. It’s normal, no matter how old you are.” He offers you a kind smile that eases your worried heart. “I even admire it. So no, it’s not childish.”
You sigh with relief and let him cup your cheeks to lean in and steal a gentle kiss from your lips. You deepen the sweet gesture, but don’t rush it, you’re slow and gentle. You let yourself taste the minty taste of his mouth, you drown in the smell of his soft smelling cologne that clung onto him.
You take in this moment, like all the other times you’ve kissed as if afraid one of them would be your last. You linger in the moment without pulling back to breathe. But you don’t last in it or develop it any further because you know where that would lead to, so you pull back and just stay close to the point his breaths unfurl over the tip of your nose.
“I've been waiting to do that all day,” he whispers against your lips.
You flash him a soft grin and press one last kiss on his lips before you meet his gaze with pity. “I hate to do this,” you whisper. “I really do, but we should get back to work.”
Suguru laughs softly. “What? Are you sure that’s my girlfriend there?”
You playfully roll your eyes and turn swiftly to walk down the flight of stairs. “Oh, I want to, I really do,” you say over your shouder. “But you’ve been on my mind all day, so I have to stop myself before it leads to something else.”
Suguru snickers as he tows after you down the stairs. Once you reach the first floor you walk out of the closest door to get outside and begin your patrol.
“Anyway,” you change the subject. “I actually do want to give you something.”
Suguru falls beside you and presses curiously. “Do you?”
You smile wider and then dig in your sweater pocket to take out a wooden beaded bracelet that all connects with a single red thread.
“This is for you,” you tell him and stop walking when you’re past the hotel building and under the glimmering stars that are somewhat visible here. You proceed to grab his hand and bring it towards you.
“You gave me my red string bracelet,” you say and show it off as it sits on your wrist. “So now I will give you your own.”
Suguru’s lips pull to a sweet smile, and he stays quiet as he watches you instead of watching you put the bracelet on his wrist.
It’s only once you've secured the bracelet on his wrist that you notice his dark eyes on you; soft and glimmering with awe. You don’t ask him what’s wrong, you know that look, you see it all the time when he’s with you. Sometimes you wonder why he even looks at you like that, you wonder what you did to deserve being looked at the way he looks at you.
Yet even through your wonder you know you never want that look to disappear from his pretty face. You want to feel safe, loved and appreciated all the time. You never want another pair of eyes to look at you the same way he does. You just want him until there’s nothing making your heart beat, until you’re breathing your last breath.
And he should know that. He should know what you feel, he should know you ache for him in the best way possible. He should know that your heart always skips a beat when you see him, that when he looks at you the way he’s doing now all you feel is joy, hope and desire. He should know now as you stand under the starry sky, as you smell the salty air of the ocean, as you hear the distant waves crashing on the shore, as you feel each other's warmth since you stand so close. You may be on an important life threatening mission, but you need him to know.
It’s just three words.
“Suguru…”
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A/N- Yall not ready for what’s to come 🥹
#fanfiction#damn-stark#sugar#jjk fanfiction#geto suguru fanfiction#chapter 6#geto suguru#geto suguru x female reader#geto suguru x fem!reader#geto suguru x gojo!femreader#geto suguru fluff#geto suguru fic#geto suguru x y/n#geto suguru x you#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru fanfic#suguru geto#suguru geto fanfiction#Satoru Gojo#Satoru Gojo x sister!reader#riko amanai#Kurio jjk#jjk shoko#Shoko Ieiri#Haibara yu#nanami kento#jjk yaga#suguru geto x fem!reader#fluff#angst
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I don't smoke
SYNOPSIS ; You think you're inlove with a man that's inlove with another, until you meet him.
CONTENT WARNING — Angst, symbiotic relationship (not being inlove, depending on eachother for emotional stability), major character death.
GENRE — Angst
“If you need to be mean”
I smiled painfully as I watched my boyfriend with his best friend, Gojo Satoru. I knew they were in love, it was so unbelievably obvious by the way they looked at each other. I knew it’d never be the one that own his heart but I was okay with being his second place. There’s a lot of things about Gojo Satoru that I could never compare with, he’s strong and smart but also has playful aspects and his personality is one of a kind. I’ll never be Gojo so I’ll be the next best thing, or at least I’ll try to be.
I sat at the bar while Shoko flirted with the bar tender while Gojo and Suguru danced together with drinks in their hands, Suguru was smiling bright than he ever did with me, when he looked at Satoru, his Satoru I could see the overwhelming look of love in his eyes. I wish he looked at me that way, yeah he loved me but never like how he loved his soulmate, his other half. The one person he wanted the most, he couldn't have so I was what he settled for.
“Be mean to me.”
I comforted Suguru in his depressive state, when he was at his weakest I was always there for him. I promised Gojo and Shoko that I’d always be there for him, no matter what type of mental state I’m in he will always come first. I didn’t mind because I loved him, Suguru was my soulmate but I was not his, and I was okay with that. At least I think I am.
I wish I could have Suguru all to myself, but he brought home two sweet girls named Nanako and Mimiko. I loved them dearly and I thought of them as my own daughters and it was obvious that Suguru felt the same way but never actually showed it. The girls worshiped him and it was sweet of how they looked up to him.
“I can take it and put it inside of me”
I stood by my fiancee’s side, I didn't agree with his beliefs but I stood by him anyways because that’s my job as his spouse. I stood by him as he wanted to get rid of all non-sorcerers, I stood by him during that entire time because I told him no matter how evil he became I’d always be on his side. I promised the girls that no matter what their father did he was a good man and he loved them more than life itself even if he never told him that because I knew he felt that way.
I was a sorcerer so Suguru kept me alive, but I missed the man I met before we got married. I missed how happy he was even if it wasn’t because of me. I missed when he cuddled me and kissed me, even if he belonged with another he still loved me and I missed when he showed me that. He now barely even touched me, kisses were more rare than seeing him because he was always saving non-sorcerers from curses then speaking horribly about them to Nanako and Mimiko.
“If your hands need to break”
I felt my heart shatter when I heard my husband had died. I couldn’t believe what I was being told by the man my husband loved, the man my husband loved more than me telling me that my husband, my lover is dead. The man my husband would always choose over me had killed my husband for ‘the greater good’ and now here I was holding him in my arms as we cried together over the man we had an shared love for, a man we both wanted but was fated to never belong to us.
I never expected that Satoru and I would bond over the man we loved, that we’d bond over the shared pain we had after loosing him. I never expected that I’d be continuing becoming a sorcerer just because Satoru had convinced me it’d be fun and I could teach the students with him.
“More than trinkets in your room”
I never thought that I’d be okay after Suguru died, I never thought I’d be happy without him but I feel horrible to say that I’m glad I’m away from him because I’ve never felt happier. I don’t have to deal with the pressure of walking on eggshells around him because I don’t know which version of my husband I’d get, I love Suguru and he’d never hurt me but he’d yell so much and I finally feel free.
I loved my husband but I’ve never felt happier without him and that makes me hate myself, but I shouldn’t. Satoru helped me accept myself, he helped me learn how to accept Suguru’s death and not let that make me end up like him. I never thought I’d fall in love with anyone that wasn’t Suguru, but here I was catching feelings for Nanami, I went to school with him at Jujutsu high but I never spoke with him much and now here I was, giggling and laughing while Nanami and I did cleaned the messy classroom after the 1st years chaos.
“You can lean on my arm”
I leaned on Nanami’s arm after a long day of teaching. I never felt happier than I did with Nanami, I thought I was in love with Suguru but I don’t think I ever was. I think it was just a Symbiotic relationship because we may have kissed, touched each other but that was only when we were in a bad state of mind or needed emotional support.
All the times we exchanged I love yous were simply a lie because I never loved Suguru and he never loved me, but I’m happy that I got time with him. I’m happy I was in his life an he was in mine. But I’m happy I lost him because now I know what it means to be in love and be happy, I’m finally happy.
“As you break my heart”
Everything went so fast. I was on a mission with Yuuji and Nobara and now I’m laying in my sweet student’s arms while they cried for me to keep fighting, for just a little bit longer. Yuuji said he’d get help and I’d be okay, Nobara repeated that Nanami will be happy to see me again. I could tell Nobara was trying her very best to get Yuuji to accept the fact that I was dying.
“I’m so proud of you two.. You both are so strong.” I said softly as I felt my vision slowly getting blurry and fading to black.
I never would’ve thought this would be how my life turned out, but I’m glad it did. I’m glad I was the way I am and I have no regrets in my life, I just wish I could’ve seen my sweet girls one more time. I haven't seen them since Suguru’s death and I wish I could see my girls one last time.
“Mommy?..” “Mama!..”
“Nanako?.. Mimiko.. You two shouldn’t be here."
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen angst#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk angst#x reader#x reader angst#m9rtality
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HELP your time travel shenanigans fic idea about toji being very much alive but still putting the fate of his two little ass kids in the hands of a bunch of 16-17 year olds even if he’s still breathing. if i was megumi then my abandonment issues would’ve gone crazy if that happened to me 😭. mamaguro is looking down from the pearly white gates IN ANGER at toji’s audacity i just know it.
but now i’m curious on other ideas (that you have) for fics about jjk that you may or may not get to after sea glass gardens.
see the sad thing is that letting a bunch of 16-17 year old bitchy disaster gays discover the magic of teen parenthood is actually a step up because he had already sold Megumi to the Zenin and feral wolverines would be a better alternative to them. This was the best parenting decision toji has ever made.
(Time travel!Megumi: look we don’t have any other options. Anything is better than the Zenin.
Gojo, in the distance: they’re what three? That’s old enough for a red bull
Geto: I will actually kill you over this satoru
Time travel!megumi: *deep breath*)
A loose catalogue of my jjk fics, which may or may not exist one day:
Sea glass gardens verse:
I am forever compelled by the siren call of expanding my fics into universes because one story is never enough for me. I’ve got threeish stories in this universe, with no promises of how many, if any, I’ll write.
1. The Teen Parenting Chronicles: Gojo, Nanami, and Shoko’s expert guide to raising children when you are, in fact, children. Featuring what the fuck happened with the Zenin the first time around.
2. Megumi’s pov of what just happened leading up to sea glass gardens: someone asked me if I’d ever write this and it has the highest chance of existing because I have. Sort of. Started writing it. I have impulse control issues.
3. Okkotsu Yuuta and the world’s longest distance panic attack: crack fic of Yuuta on his study abroad trip becoming increasingly more frantic at the other second year’s updates as to how His Boy’s first year as a jujutsu sorcerer is going. What do you mean sukunas there. What do you mean he doesn’t have a shirt. Well put one on him!
Time travel AU:
1. The Time Traveler’s Guide to Fucking Shit Up And Living Well: following another attempt on their lives by the higher ups, the first year gang is forced into a desperate, high stakes gamble with a time-centric curse that puts their very existences at stake. If they want to survive, they have to complete one task of their choosing in the past before the clock runs out. Their mission?
To punch fushiguros shitty bio dad in the face, something which will surely have no long term consequences on the timeline.
See this one has the most chance of actually existing one day because it is by far my FAVORITE jjk fic I have. It even beats out sea glass gardens. I desperately want to write it.
2. The 2006 Gang and the Art of a Good Union: following a confusing incident with the star plasma vessel and three unknown sorcerers, the 2006 Tokyo jujutsu high first and second year class inexplicably goes off the rails and retires from jujutsu sorcery, claiming that they’ve discovered the magic of teen parenthood and can in no way risk themselves in such a dangerous profession now that they have kids to think about. At least, not with the way things are run now.
No one knows where they got the children from.
3. Toji Fushiguro and the Dead Beat Dad Chronicles: in which toji fushiguro succeeds at being a dead beat baby daddy to two teenaged gay boys and their crew of bitchy lgbtq compadres, who in no way want him to be involved in their children’s lives.
Standalones:
1. “Fushiguro is unleashed in junpei’s school like an invasive superpredator” AU: I’ve talked about this one in way more detail in another post for an ask game, but the idea is that itadori discovers junpeis abuse at school and says Not On His Fucking Watch and escalates the matter to gojo, who decides the funniest possible solution while they try to draw out mahito is to unleash his all star delinquent son into junpeis high school to bully the bullies.
Fushiguro resents this as a problem solving strategy.
2. The Zenin raise Megumi AU: also discussed in more detail in an ask game. In which people took Tsumiki’s little brother from her, but she’s trying to get him back, she promises.
Or, in which the Zenin take megumi, leave tsumiki, and they both spend every day after fighting to get back to the other.
3. Sort of a no curse AU: Itafushi romance story, in which local himbo Itadori Yuuji falls for delinquent Fushiguro Megumi when his grandpa is placed in the room next to Fushiguros comatose sister. Starts as a no curse AU… except there’s totally curses, Tsumikis mom just moved them to Sendai without telling anyone so the Zenin never found Megumi, and he’s just never told anyone about the curses he sees because he’s worried he’s schizophrenic. He thought the shikigami thing was a metaphor for self actualization or something.
4. Fushiguro Megumi and the World’s Most Inconvenient Custody Battle: pre JJK0, Geto decides to be a shithead magic terrorist at a local school that represents all the worst of monkey society: it’s known for a rampant bullying issue, which is a breeding ground for cursed spirits, and it contributes to the risk to jujutsu sorcerers by feeding a local legend of a haunted bridge that could explode into a serious curse any day.
What he didn’t count on? Finding the new Ten Shadows in the student body, who’s fully willing to kamikaze them both if it means saving his sister’s life.
And who doesn’t seem to be aware that he more than has the potential to take suguru in a fight.
In which Fushiguro just wanted to shut up, go to school, and go home, and instead finds himself in a binding vow to give cult life a whirl to save the lives of classmates he doesn’t even like all that much.
It involves oddly more parenting than he expected.
5. Fake Fiancés AU: prodigy and noble prize winning physicist Gojo Satoru, following a very ill advised fuck buddies arrangement with fushiguro toji, has settled down into domestic bliss with the two kids he took from the relationship despite them not, in any way, being related to him. The problem? His ex is back in town. The hot one. The one who broke up with him and started a cult. The one who he wants to convince he got over when he absolutely did not do that.
The solution? Tell everyone he’s happily engaged to Nanami Kento, who cannot express enough how much he does not want him to do that.
… until, all of a sudden, he needs a show of domestic bliss himself. His adoptive son’s older brother, sukuna, has crawled out of the woodwork and decided to make a play for custody himself. And Nanami does not know what Sukuna truly wants, but he knows it does not have Yuuji’s best interests at heart.
I share custody of this story with my best friend, who cocreated it with me over deranged text message. I may convince her to joint write it with me if I ever get her to publish her fanfic.
6. Todo Aoi and Schrodinger’s Boyfriend: Todo’s beloved brother, who is most assuredly a man, suffers some kind of terrible brain damage that leads him to confess he loves an assless boy. Todo cannot abide by this, until it’s pointed out to him that if Fushiguro’s type is his brother, that would make him the most interesting man alive. If it is not, he continues to be a boring and uninteresting boy.
Todo sets off on a mission with two goals: determine if fushiguro megumi is interesting, and get him to do some squats. because there’s simply no ass there.
Fushiguro wonders why his life is suddenly harder.
7. Choso and the Art of Being a Big Brother: choso discovers the truth of kenjaku early and does the only logical thing in response: he kills his father in his sleep, cuts out his brain, and delivers it in a jar to his new brother Itadori Yuuji as the first step in wooing him into domestic sibling love.
Megumi doesn’t know where these people come from. Or why all of them think itadori is their brother.
8. SatoSugu realizes their little boy is all grown up when he gets his first crush on a boy when he meets yuuji.
They do not fucking take it with grace.
Also co-written with my best friend via text message.
9. The instagram chronicles: crack fic in which the jujutsu sorcery personnel crisis gets worse, because nobara Kugisaki keeps trying to hard launch her instagram influencer career, and keeps accidentally making every jujutsu sorcerer instagram famous except for her
10. So I don’t actually ship Yuuta and Megumi, but I do really like the idea of low stakes relationships? Like, especially for teen romances. You tried it, decided you were better off as friends, and just went back to being friends. I just like the idea of fumbling around in relationships and getting a sense of boundaries and what you’re interested in without it being a big, world-shaking romance. It seems like a more realistic portrayal of high school relationships than every one of them being this world-defining mature love.
Pre season 1 but post JJK 0, Yuuta and Megumi dated for maybe a month and half, held hands maybe twice, and decided that they were better off as friends and parted on good terms. The issue?
No one realized they were dating. And when it is realized, everyone thinks their relationship was torpedoed because the second years kept inviting themselves onto their dates.
Cue the jjk high school students trying to amend old mistakes and get Yuuta and Megumi back together, who do not, in fact, want to be back together. Headlining Inumaki Toge, who is half in love with Yuuta and does not know why he’s helping get him together with someone else, and Itadori Yuuji, who is half in love with Megumi and also does not know why he’s helping get him together with someone else.
#I want to go on record that fushiguro expertly crafted a binding vow to get out of that time travel thing and the task was going to be ‘try#that ramen place that closed down before we could’ until yuuji said ‘haha fushiguro why don’t we go punch your shitty bio dad in the face’#and now they’re doing this he guesses#Yuuji didn’t think it would activate like that okay#it was mostly an accident but also he really fucking hates megumis dad#he’s cultivated seething resentment towards him since Megumi in an act of rare vulnerability confessed that his dad sold him to the Zenin as#a kid and that’s why gojo has custody#he. really wants to punch that guy. he REALLY wants to punch him.#the time travel AU exists in parallel with sea glass gardens#sea glass gardens is its backstory but it’s not an official continuation of that makes sense#it’s an AU of my own AU if that makes sense
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SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE A DREAM (THE PRETTIEST GIRL I'VE EVER SEEN)
gojo satoru x gn!reader
what's it? fluff
allergen warning/s? n/a
sugar level? 0.5k
regulars? @tokyometronetwork @tahonet @hanayanetwork
bon appetit!
gojo satoru is the student who receives mountains upon mountains of chocolates, flowers, and handwritten letters amongst other things during valentine's day. he gets asked out left and right, and whenever there's a school event and classes are suspended, your classmates ask to take a photo with him because of how much they're crushing on him. from anonymous confessions, to loud declarations of love, it's all something he's experienced countless times. he knows how to respond to compliments, whether it be a polite thank you - which happens very rarely - or something more extravagant - more of his style - because it's the norm for him. when you've done something over and over again, it's only natural you'll get good at responding to it, right?
but despite how many people are lined up on gojo's doorstep, to be happy with even just a single night spent with him, to say "gojo could break my heart and i'd thank him!" he still chooses you. he remains loyal, sweet, and wholeheartedly devoted to you.
he spoils you, shows you his everlasting love for you, treat you well, hell he'd even share the chocolates he got with you no matter how appetizing it looks.
he never fails in making you feel worth it. given his popularity, especially with the girls, one would think that perhaps, there were going to be days you look down on yourself, think you aren't enough for him when there were plenty of other fish in the sea waiting for you to mess up so they can grab their chance to be with him, but it's not like that at all. that's because he always reminds you that you mean a whole lot to him. that he wouldn't be the best version of himself if you weren't by his side because you're the one who brings out the best in him in the first place, that he works on himself day in and day out because you deserve the best and that's exactly what he's going to give you. he'd be damned if he doesn't do otherwise.
god, and the way he reminds you that you're beautiful in your own way is heavenly. the best part is that it's not even over-the-top. it's really just the way he looks at you with glossy eyes, a far way look on them as if he's just seen an angel. when you tell him about it, he'd simply tell you that he did. it's cheesy as hell, but it's him so how could you ever complain?
he's so in love with you and everything that you are, everything that makes you, you. he accepts your flaws, knowing it is part of who you are as a person and if you're willing to work on those, he'd be there supporting you every step of the way, oh-so patient and nurturing and with a few teasing quips here and there because it wouldn't be gojo if there weren't any of those. he finds solace, peace in your presence even if the both of you are desperately cramming for an examination. he know it's gonna be okay because you're there and truthfully, he doesn't know what he'd do if he ever lost you.
it's a good thing he's the strongest because he doesn't plan on finding out.
i get: reblog
you get: a belt chain with a gojo satoru charm
#order of the day!#order up for gojo!#one black sesame mochi#with a side of coconut italian ice#gojo#gojo fluff#gojo angst#gojo drabble#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo one shot#gojo satoru#gojo satoru fluff#gojo satoru angst#gojo satoru drabble#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru one shot
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it's always a surprise when the tide comes in
note: this is a writing exercise for exposition. I hate hate HATEEEEE writing it!! it makes my skin crawl i just want everything to happen at once!!!! -_- anywho. this story is the background story of this drabble
i love the idea of gojo in an office setting bc he’s already so silly like that would be a 10 times silly buff. Also the thought of him and yuuji having deep conversations about pop culture scratches a very good itch in my heart :3
note 2: this is literally yuuji n gojo in this au im going to HURL !!!
PAIRING. gojo/reader
SETTING. work husband au (or, "you keep being suggestive in front of all our coworkers to the point where everyone knows we're not dating but we COULD be and it's silly so I'll go along with it!!!! ...wait why are you asking me out on an actual date?" au)
WARNINGS. twilight references. shitting as a threat. hime n gojo hating each other bc they both love oc =3=
SUMMARY. He’s a liar, but only for good reason.
WORD COUNT. 2.5k
Someone is going to die today.
You’d been so diligent in choosing your hiding spot in the break room fridge. Your one yogurt cup—the one with the strawberry bits swirled in the vanilla—sitting behind the giant bottle of mustard at the bottom of the fridge door shelf. Gone. You try in vain to scour for your snack, but there’s nothing else save for labeled Tupperware and three quarters of a cake from Mei Mei’s birthday celebration yesterday.
The list of culprits shouldn’t be that long, anyway.
First: Nanami. He wouldn’t. Your boss is built on black coffee and the occasional vegan bao from the restaurant across the street. You’ve never seen him eat anything else.
Utahime, the freak owner of the mustard bottle because she eats it with her pretzels, is lactose-intolerant. There’s no way she’s risking an explosive gut when she’s always busy at reception.
Nobara’s too new to the office to try inciting violence against her seniors. You’d probably let her off the hook, regardless—she’s too hardworking to stay mad at.
You’d brood more over The Case of Your Missing Yogurt, but Satoru’s loud talking at the lunch table cuts right through your ruminations.
“—like I know it’s personal preference, but I think it’s so lazy,” he grumbles. “My uncle: Hiro. His son? Hiro, junior. God. Corny people piss me off.”
“Right.” Yuuji, the other new junior associate, hangs off Satoru’s every word. “It’s kind of like Bella from Twilight.”
Satoru slaps the table with passion. Yuuji hastily clings to his cup of coffee from spilling over. “Exactly, Yuuji. Exactly! You named your kid not only after the dad but also your ex who wasn’t even your ex?! The combination didn’t even sound good.”
“Edward Jacob,” Yuuji recalls.
“Disgusting.” Satoru shivers. “I don’t—Jesus. Don’t let me think about that. It’s so vile.”
You close the fridge door, trek a sad path to the chair next to Satoru. Yuuji gives you a quick smile. You decide to scheme your murder plan later, because now you just want to pinch Yuuji’s cheeks off—your juniors are so cute! “Hello,” he greets politely.
Satoru sneaks an arm around your shoulders, resting it on the back of the chair. “What’s up with you?”
Is your sadness that obvious? God, you were waiting for that yogurt all morning.
“I’ll tell you later,” you say, because you might start languishing if you think one more second about your lost snack. “Hi, Yuuji. What were you guys saying about naming babies?”
Satoru huffs. “I hate parents who name their kids stupid names.”
(Yuuji takes a sip of coffee.)
“You wouldn’t do that with our kids, right?” Satoru asks you next.
(Yuuji, promptly, chokes on his coffee.)
“Absolutely not,” you answer, just as nonchalant.
“Hek.” Yuuji dissolves into five seconds of hard coughing. “You—you two are married?”
“Nope,” you both chirp at the same time.
The poor boy just stares, coffee blushing on his shirt. “Ah,” he says. “I see.”
Satoru shrugs. “Don’t get me wrong. I’d have babies with her. But she makes my coffee wrong every time I ask for it. I don’t think I could share my bank account with someone like that.”
Yuuji looks at you for a response. You reach over to pat his hand. “Don’t listen to him. You just keep working hard. And don’t tell Nanami that we gossip too much.”
“Right. I guess—well.” Yuuji stammers. “Does..? Am I? Is this… a secret?”
He sticks a hesitant finger up, pointing it at you, then at Satoru. Satoru wiggles a finger right back.
“Whatever Utahime tells you is wrong,” Satoru says, and Yuuji stares at him like he’s waiting for an explanation, but all Satoru does is wave him off. “Lunch is done.”
“Oh. Right.” Yuuji stands up, bows quickly, then remembers his mug. He runs to the sink to drop it off, then says, “I’ll–I’ll be careful around Utahime!”
He doesn’t wait for a response; he scampers out the room like he’s got a secret to share.
Satoru’s always been lax with new hires—you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d explained his entire life story to Yuuji in the last hour. But his ongoing charade of touting you as his much-more-than-coworker co-worker is the oldest secret of Office Drama there is.
Utahime, your best and first co-worker friend who worked in the same room with you as clerks. Satoru, whose first day was the last day of your probation period, booted her out of the office because she got the full-time reception position she applied for. He proved himself a competent coworker. Steadfast in work ethic, a little too up the ass about gelling his hair properly in the morning. Had to look good to do good, he claimed.
Utahime’s been out for his ass ever since, complaining that he was using his good looks to steal you away from her. Satoru took the bait right away. Made it his mission everyday to make Utahime green with explosive jealousy for having taken her rightful spot as your Worker Bestie for the Resties.
It started with the little gestures. A gentle hand on your lower back when you passed by reception (Utahime, who zeroed in on the touch from her desk, scoffing loudly). Complimenting your outfit choice of the day (“I think she’s beautiful everyday!”). Making you laugh with his stupid Arnold Schwarzenegger impressions (she hated this the most; she said he sounded like an ugly troll).
“That’s the love of my life you cad!” Utahime bellowed, once, when Satoru trailed after you from the elevator one morning. Nanami said she had to stop playing sad Drake songs every morning when you passed by her desk because the melancholy brought the office morale down.
“You know I take good care of her,” Satoru called back. “And nobody says cad anymore, harlot!”
(They insulted each other for two more minutes using outdated expletives. After Nanami came to intervene, you gave him five bucks for his vegan bao to calm him down.)
You don’t really know when Satoru’s attempts to establish workplace dominance turned into straight-up flirting, though. Utahime didn’t need to be around anymore for him to butter you up. He’d leave little sticky notes he left on your monitor to remind you about deadlines, the next fire drill, drawing those little hearts at the ends of his sentences. The hand on your back turning into an arm draped on your shoulder.
You told Utahime about it when Satoru took a sick day. She was livid. Then, immediately, she started tearing up.
“So I’m demoted from Bestie for the Resties and he’s trying to get into your pants?!” She moaned, sliding dramatically down her chair in the lunch room. “I’m going to pass away right now.”
“It’s not like he’s being serious,” you contended.
Utahime gave you a hard look. “Please don’t tell me you actually believe that.”
You looked at her blankly. Wholly unfazed, because you really did believe Satoru had no other motive. He was just your stupid coworker–who sat across from you and did nice things and said nice stuff and you were pretty sure the older lady from accounting had a crush on him, anyway.
“It’s nothing,” you decided, and Utahime shook her head, scoffing.
“Look. That garbage can’s been going after you since day one. You may not see it, but I have eyes, my pumpy-wumpkin bugaboo.” She tapped your nose. “You owe me twenty when you see I’m right.”
And that was all she had to say about it.
If anything, you figure it’s better for Yuuji to learn right from the source than be wrongfully convinced by Utahime that Satoru was a piece of shit homewrecker who lived to piss her off. Regardless of whatever lie is being fed to the junior staffers, there is one universal truth: you are the crowned jewel of this office floor, and that means everyone’s being lit on fire till you find the person who stole your fucking yogurt.
The second the door closes behind Yuuji, you glare daggers at Satoru. He still has his arm around you.
“I might kill you,” you start.
“You say that everyday.” Satoru grins. “Don’t tell me the thought of having my babies scares you that much.”
Steam might actually blow out of your ears. “That’s not—stop trying to confuse me! My yogurt! It’s gone from the fridge!”
Satoru stares at you. Then his face morphs into a mix of shock and disbelief, and he screeches: “Are you saying I took it?!”
You sag in your seat, give him a look that tells him he should just confess before you find the closest sharp thing in this room. He just levels your stare with the same offended look, and you give in first because you don’t have time to argue anymore. Lunch really is over.
“Fine,” you sneer. “But if I find anything incriminating I will crucify you.”
Satoru fakes a shiver. “Ooh. Threaten me again. I can take it.”
He screams when you pinch the sensitive spot just below his armpit.
.
.
.
Right when the clock hits 4:59, Satoru hauls himself up from his seat.
“Meet me outside. I’m getting my stuff then ripping ass in the bathroom,” Satoru tells you.
You snort. “Which one?”
“The one closest to the elevators.” In other words, right next to reception where Utahime is closing right now. Satoru is nothing if not calculating in his efforts to vex that poor woman. “See you.”
At this point in the day, the despair of losing your yogurt has simmered down to lazy indifference. You’ll just have to interrogate everyone tomorrow. Maybe print out a missing yogurt paper to stick on the fridge with no reward but your sincere gratitude and the promise to stick out for their missing lunch, should the same depravity befall them too.
You turn your monitor off, make sure your desk is neat. Swiping off any crumbs from Satoru’s desk because he snuck in a sandwich today after forgetting to eat when he was talking to Yuuji.
And then you see it.
The silver shine of ripped plastic in the trash.
At first, you’re skeptical. You’re too tired to spark another match of anger. But surely enough, when you hunch over to look, an empty can of yogurt sits innocent, perfect. All your strawberry vanilla goodness wiped clean.
You think of all the spectacular ways you could beat the shit out of Satoru, because he didn’t only lie; he thought you were stupid enough not to see the evidence right across from you. He could have at least thrown it into Mei Mei’s trash. Snuck it into Yuuji’s bag when he wasn’t looking. If there’s one thing you hate, it’s being underestimated.
So when you meet Satoru outside the elevators, the first thing you say is:
“You’re a giant fucking oaf and I want you to stay exactly one metre away from me till we get to our cars.”
He always parks his car next to yours.
“O-kay.” He puts his hands up in surrender, maintaining his distance. “Actually, that’s a good thing. My ass. It’s weeping. Ow.”
You quickly realize that this is the best course of action you could have taken, because you know the one thing Satoru hates, and it’s being ignored.
And you do it well.
“Your hair looks pretty today,” he says when you step out into the garage.
“I like the jeans you picked out,” he notes when you walk ahead without him.
“I’m going to crash my car into the first pole I see,” he whines the second you reach your car, and he traps you against the door with a hand pressed above the window. Distant enough to keep you comfortable, but you still feel more warmth than you’ve ever felt from him before. Like those slow burn romances where the lead slyly flirts with the pretty girl he’s been chasing for two seasons, except you’re one second away from kneeing his balls into painful oblivion. “Why are you being mean?”
You cross your arms. “Because you lied.”
“About?”
“You know what about!”
He clicks his tongue. Then his eyebrows lift in realization. “Ah.”
You wait for him to continue. Maybe you’d ask him to go down on his knees, get those nice linen pants dirty with grime and dust just to gloat about his passion for you and only you. You’ll partake in his drama for the sake of an inflated ego. But all he does is smile, and he’s got a handsome face, and for some reason, you’ve got nothing for rebuttal.
“So I have a confession to make,” he starts.
You nod.
“I did eat your yogurt. Don’t say anything yet!” Satoru interrupts your open mouth. “I just. I didn’t think you’d be too upset.”
“Hm,” you concede. “Go on.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
This is too easy. You feel like an ant trapped in a glass jar. You’re used to the bickering, the roundabout conversation because somehow, he always makes you laugh. Your conversations are never serious.
But this. This feels serious.
“How?” You ask, gut heavy with dread, anticipation.
“I’ll take you out for lunch,” he suggests, and you wait a heartbeat for him to tack on a sike, I’m broke, but he almost looks nervous. Like he wants so badly for you to understand something he knows so well.
“It–um. Like… tomorrow we go across the street and get those baos Nanami loves so much?”
You’re stalling. Satoru laughs. You think you’re starting to like the way he looms over you like this.
“Like on the weekend, I pick you up, and we both look pretty, and you say you’re paying but then I slap your hand away from your card, and I pay because I need to give you a good impression,” he rambles.
“You don’t need to give me a good impression.” You’re almost breathless. “You–you…”
Satoru tilts his head, and it’s annoyingly charming. “Me?”
“I thought–I thought we–this is just–it’s you and me?” You stumble. He watches you shift your feet. Takes his hand off your car, uncrosses your arms with a tug on your wrist. You think he’s about to hold your hand, but he pulls away at the last second.
“It’s always been you and me,” he repeats. Then scratches the back of his head because you think he’s floundering, too. “Just not for everyone else this time.”
You think you might genuinely explode. All your synapses stretch to the absolute limit, you’re almost convinced you’ll bleed from your ears. “You’re being serious.”
He nods. There’s zero indication that he understands the gravity of the situation. But it’s quiet in this garage. You hear it then, the tapping his shoe makes when he’s impatient.
“When–when you told Yuuji about sharing bank accounts,” you continue.
“Okay I’m not in that deep,” Satoru defends. “Well. Who knows. Maybe I could be.”
You shove his shoulder. “You can’t just say that!”
“You’re so violent.” He rubs the spot you’ve tainted. As if you did any damage. He’s just doing it to fuck with you. “Do you hit all the guys you’re into?”
“Are you trying to make me say no?” That’s a lie. You know this. You’re just still in shock that you might actually owe Utahime twenty bucks. Satoru clicks his teeth.
“Look. You don’t have to answer me now. And I’ll buy you your yogurt back.” He digs in his bag, taking his car keys out. “Just… let me know, okay?”
He lingers in his spot. He’s not the main character in this romance scene, though. It’s you, the unforgiving lead who can’t decide what they want for themselves, and when the opportunity comes for a new start, they stand frozen in time. All those past mistakes a whirlwind behind you, threatening your security, and the glass breaks, and all of a sudden you’re in a garage, making a fool of yourself in front of the character who never deserved a bad ending. You wouldn’t do that to him.
“If I say yes,” you murmur. Satoru perks up instantly. “Can I choose where we go?”
“Depends. Do they have free ice cream for dessert?”
Of course that would be his only stipulation. You’re glad he’s easy to feed. “Probably.”
Satoru nods. He clicks his car unlocked. “If you say yes,” he repeats, rounding the back of his car to the driver’s seat, “I’ll go anywhere for you.”
He leaves you gawping. You watch him open his door, sit down. Adjusting the air conditioner high because you know he’s always blasting it. He doesn’t roll the window down to say bye, just pulls from his spot, and you mind your feet, mind the way he waves at you, but not as enthused as he usually is with it.
You stand there, thinking about your yogurt, and about Utahime’s face when you tell her you’ll say yes.
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Jujutsu Kaisen, Chapter 211 Thoughts
Plot twist! If you’re a Megumi Corruption Arc truther like me, then you saw this twist coming. Tsumiki, Megumi’s idea of goodness, and virtue is not who she appears to be. Saving Tsumiki was Megumi’s entire goal for entering the culling games, and now she’s entirely beyond his reach. Why did this happen, and what does this mean for Megumi’s broader arc? Thoughts below.
1. I Selfishly Choose who to Save
Megumi’s entire ideology is a contradiction. He believes that Jujutsu Sorcerers are not heroes, that they’re just arbiters of the law, they are just meant to ensure fairness in the world. They’re cogs who are not supposed to make individual judgements but acting under a greater principal. Yet at the same time, he also wants to be someone who selects who he can and cannot save based on his own personal preferences.
Jujutsu Sorcerers are agents of Karma, just like the justice system is supposed to equally enforce the law on all people, Jujutsu Sorcerers aren’t really supposed to either make judgement calls or go out of their way to save people. They exorcise curses. A “cog” implies they are not making personal judgements, they are instead acting as an unthinking piece that contributes to the function of a greater machine. Megumi is aware of the greater role of Jujutsu Sorcerers, that they are not heroes, they are cog, and he even says being a Jujutsu Sorcerer rather than a hero he is not obligated to save anyone. Yet, at the same time he wants to make personal judgements on who to save.
Megumi is supposed to be an unthinking piece in the machine, and yet he is thinking for himself. There is the contradiction. He is attempting to have his cake and eat it too. However, if you eat the cake, the cake is in your stomach now, it no longer exists, so you can’t have it anymore. Megumi makes his judgement calls based on what his idea of a “good person” is. Someone like Yuji, or Tsumiki.
In fact, it almost had to be someone like Tsumiki who was corrupted or possessed because Megumi’s entire idea of goodness in other people is based off of his interactions with his sister.
Here we have another contradiction. Megumi wants to make a selfish judgement based on his own standards of good and evil, but he actually doesn’t really have any of his own morals. His idea of goodness comes from without rather than within. Megumi’s idea of a good person is based off of Tsumiki, and Yuji. He doesn’t see himself as doing the right thing, or even have an idea of what the right thing is.
He extolls their “goodness” in order to downplay his own. He doesn’t really have values to speak of, besides wanting them to be good or happy. He knows the laws exist. He knows the role of Jujutsu Society. He’s not ignorant to those outside sources, but I’d say over and over again Megumi acts on an individual basis rather than a collective one.
Megumi disregards the outside law and isntead believes entirely on his conscience, which is his personal judgement on who to save. Gojo even picks up on this flaw of Megumi’s, his tendency to extremely suppress himself and his own sense of judgement and downplay himself in order to raise up other people.
Megumi loves his sister, but he also idealizes her and puts her up on a pedestal to make himself seem worse in comparison, because Megumi’s self esteem is actually pretty low. He’s not capable of seeing himself as being kind, even though Tsumiki went out of her way to show him he has his own way of showing kindness, Megumi just chose to believe she was just trying to spin his shortcomings in a positive light. Megumi does not believe that he himself is good, he just believes in Tsumiki’s goodness. There are good people out there like his sister, but Megumi is not one of them.
Megumi loves his sister of course, but his relationship with her is unhealthy. He’s got her up on that pedestal. Idolization of any kind is never good for a relationship. It does not help that the real Tsumiki is no longer around for Megumi to interact with. She was taken away from him too suddenly. Not only can he not talk with her ot argue with her or do anyting with her due to her being in a coma, but right now she has the image of a perfect, suffering maiden.
If she’s sitting on a bed doing nothing she can’t do any evil, she can’t say anything negative, she can’t do anything but sit there and wait for Megumi to save her. None of these things really contribute to Megumi’s ability to see Tsumiki as a complex human being with her own thoughts and agency.
Megumi has effectively objectified her. Not in the sense that he’s sexualizing her, but that she’s an object, she cannot see, think, or feel while she sleeps and Megumi has decided to center his entire life and objective around saving her. She is right now effectively princess peach in the castle. She is the reward for the hero at the end of the dungeon. Megumi’s want to save his sister isn’t bad of course, he’d want to save his sister from being cursed, but Megumi has made it his entire objective.
He’s even willing to go to any length to save her. He’s even shown killing for that goal, something we know Tsumiki would disapprove of. But, the point of her being an object is that Tsumiki is not there. She cannot argue or disagree or tell Megumi she doesn’t want him to do these things for her.
Would kind hearted Tsumiki want Megumi killing people in order to earn points to rescue her from the culling game? Probably not. Does Megumi really care? No.
Tsumiki is the image of perfect innocence in his mind, and therefore he has to be the guilty one, he has to go out of his way to bloody his hands for her sake. Eventually that just turns into Megumi justifying his darker deeds to himself.
Megumi’s ideals come from an external source, he is copying Tsumiki’s ideals and trying to uplift her, and because of that he doesn’t really have any internal moral reasoning. He just does what he can to protect the few people around him, Yuji and Tsumiki included. Which is why what happened in Shibuya completely destroyed Yuji, but Megumi was able to move on rather fast because he needed to save Tsumiki right away. He iddn’t have time to mull over morality and guilt.
How could Megumi going “We don’t need to think, we just need to jump in and save Tsumiki?” possibly go wrong. Megumi’s pedestalizing of Tsumiki, and making her into a helpless damsel he needs to dirty his own hands to save, making her the objective of his quest has led to this exact oversight. Megumi never even considered the possibility that Tsumiki could either be possessed, or not as she appears to be because in his mind Tsumiki is essentially perfect.
Which is why he walks straight into a trap. Because he wasn’t thinking. Because, he told Yuji to just not think about it. This is essentially all of Megumi’s ideals breaking down right in front of his eyes. Jujutsu Sorcerers aren’t heroes, so he can’t look at the bigger picture or what saves everyone he can only selfishly choose who to save. Jujutsu Sorcerers need to justify their worth, and Megumi justifies his worth as a person by saving good people like Yuji and Tsumiki.
So, what if he can’t save them?
What if Megumi worth then?
Megumi’s philoopshy is now broken down because his entire goal of entering the culling games, is to gain enough points to save only one person instead of trying to look at the big picture or end the entire games. However, every effort he and his friends put into gathering points is now pointless (lol) because the one person they wanted to save can’t be saved. Time that would have been better spent doing other things is now wasted because of the decision to focus all these resources on saving one person and Megumi has nothing to show for it.
Megumi’s entire reason and justification for being a Jujutsu Sorcerer in the first place is to save good people, and if he can’t for Yuji and Tsumiki then that’s just gone, what then? Megumi’s just left gobsmacked. It’s appropriate the last words of this chapter are “Who... are you?” because Megumi doesn’t truly know who Tsumiki is anymore. He’s made her into an untouchable ideal. If he knew her better he might have seen through the imposter’s act.
If his sister is well and truly gone, and everything Megumi does is for the sake of his sister and good people like her... then what else is left for Megumi to do?
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Sunsets (6/11/2023)
suddenly wanted to write this idk bro but life seems harder rn
As the remaining bit of the sunset gleamed over the horizon, after the last bit of light entered my eyes, everything seemed like it was all gone, as if all was left, but except for the street lights near where I was sitting. Looking down to my feet, I realised that the shadows on the ground weren’t plural anymore, it was just me myself and I. The other shadow was long gone…
Holding up my pen after getting home and trying to concentrate on my work was hard, especially when you somehow broke up with me out of nowhere. All those “I love you”s and “I would never leave you”s were lies, because what else could men do but lie.
Despite us going through hard times together for 14 long years, you decided the bonding wasn’t enough and left me. Where was the sense in that?! God, please let me just disappear from this world. All that loathe I have felt towards you seemed to have exploded in my thoughts, and I couldn’t help but bawl my eyes out at every thought of you.
Deep down I knew — I still loved you.
Gojo Satoru, I still remember your name. As if our breakup was yesterday, but time has passed since and it’s been almost 5 years. Our immature years were over and we were both working for our society, making money and just being alive for this sole purpose.
A chorus of delirium rushed through my head when I got accepted into my dream job — being a teacher at a high school. But life was unfair, I know, I’ve been through it all before. My delirium was destroyed when you showed up as my teacher in charge. I was basically devastated.
Maybe you were 27, but you didn’t act like it. You were just an over grown child even at work, I mean why did they accept you into the school even when you’re just a giant baby!
“Well look at that isn’t it my favourite youngster?” You’d say and look at me, I had to curse under my breath before looking at you in the face with a smile, “Mr. Gojo, may I inform you that I’m merely two years younger than you?” And when you pout and start acting childish again, the memories of us being together appeared in my mind again, it was as if fate brought back us together in this school.
My delusions were crushed when you had announced your engagement with another pretty lady, whom you apparently met a few months prior. It was almost so obvious that your mother set you up with her, but it wasn’t like you to agree without throwing a whole tantrum. But that smile you had on your face while giving me the invite to your wedding seemed genuine, and what could I do but respect your decision.
Denial is a river in Egypt, I know. But maybe it’s also what I’m feeling right now, how could you choose her over me though? I thought I had gotten over you, but all those thoughts just keep coming back to my head. “How could you do this to me, Gojo.” I mumbled, in my own house.
On the day of your wedding, it felt illegal to show up, but you sounded so anticipated to have me show up to your wedding, and have I ever said no to you? Never. So I went, in the dress that you bought me on our 4th dating anniversary. It was blue, just like your eyes. And that time of the day, was the sunset, my favourite time of the day.
When I arrived, you looked so handsome in that white suit, I might just faint from looking at you, and we might have made some brief eye contact before you broke it, and that tiny blush on your face was quite visible too.
The vows. I hated it, why would you vow to love a woman you didn’t want to marry, oh how I wished you would’ve pulled me onto the stage and married me instead…
“Would you, Gojo Satoru, be the legal husband of Naoko Tsurugi and love her forever?”
“No.” You spoke. That stern look in your eyes sent shivers down my spine, but thank god you spoke up. The girl you married also opposed your marriage too, and said she had someone she wanted to marry. Your gaze looked soft, as if a stone was lifted from your heart.
I’d thank the heavens if they gave me a chance to savour your love again, and I’d never thank it enough when you pulled me on the stage and asked me to marry you instead. Naoko didn’t seem opposed at all, instead, she was the biggest supporter and told us to kiss.
“Well what do you say princess, would you like us to get married?”
“What if I say no.”
“You wouldn’t say no to me.”
What could I say, those years of bonding really made us lucky. And it seems like I could never get rid of Gojo Satoru. But I love it so much.
Only that sunset finally had two silhouettes.
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Thank you for enabling my addiction! (You honestly didn't have to, I was just lamenting and had to do *something* or else I'd be crawling up me walls by now)
I do have a question for you though! You write canon divergent stories, do you always write Gojo the same way?
Metaphor: I have 5 different Barbie dolls. They are all barbie but they're all slightly different, and how I *play* with them and give them character varies depending with what I want. One barbie may be more analytical and cold vs. Another barbie that is more sardonic and mean-spirited.
Do you have 1 Barbie that you use for every story, letting that one barbie react to different scenarios or do you have several different barbies depending on what you want.
Cause will admit, between your adult gojos and teen gojos, it's kinda hard to pinpoint is there *is* a varying difference between them, if any.
~Messy, being nosy
Haha, don’t worry, I’m generally one gentle poke away from throwing my ficbits all over Tumblr. I genuinely love sharing and seeing you guys’ reactions 💜
As for your question—yes and no!
The Barbie metaphor won’t work for how I approach this, so let’s go with a very cliched one—a prism. Gojou (and Yuuji and any character I delve into deeply and/or frequently) is a prism to me, and what the story decides is which side of it I’ll focus on. So, in a way, I do always write the same Gojou—similar tastes, similar history, similar choices. The details will vary depending on the kind of canon divergence, plus an assortment of headcanons I pick and choose from, but the way I conceptualize him is essentially the same.
But a blend of the setting (canon period plus the canon-divergence alternations, if any), the plot (background, inciting event, and related developments), and the character interactions (primarily the Gojou–Yuuji romantic/sexual element) is what determines the specifics of his character in a particular story.
For example, little lamb to the slaughter centers his morally dubious side as applied to his desire for Yuuji, with undertones of manipulation and coercion that taper off as the story progresses, while every version of the story (Ao3 version here) dials these aspects up to eleven to the point that the story earns every one of those additional tags and then some. I think the time travel threesome fic is the best for observing the differences and similarities between his teen and adult versions, albeit filtered through the teen one’s rather biased perspective. The similarities dominate, especially when it comes to anything that matters.
And that makes me pretty glad you can’t pinpoint any distinct differences as much! Mission accomplished.
Still, I think the most decisive factor is age. Pre-Toji Gojou, post-Toji Gojou, and canon adult Gojou are all subtly different flavors of the same dish (oops, new metaphor) to me, and if I were to write kid Gojou or early–mid 20s Gojou, the characterization nuances would be different again. The blueprint, however, would be the same.
That all said, full disclosure—I’m an instinctual writer. All the observations above are ones made after the fact. The way I figure out characters is by writing them—serpent tongue was how I got a handle on Gojou, little lamb helped me get deeper into Yuuji’s head, and isolation neophyte was a revelation or ten about Nanami.
And a very big thank you for being nosy because this was hella fun to answer! I’d never considered my approach to characterization from this angle before.
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Overload | Megumi Fushiguro X GNReader
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| REQUESTED, sensory overload, overstimulated, partner could be on the spectrum or just have sensory issues, panic, angst, fluff
Word Count: 613
Note: I’m sorry if this isn’t accurate, I’m writing the overstim part based on my own experiences. I get overstimulated by sounds pretty easily, and I’ve had to step away from doing my job at a previous job from nearly having a panic attack due to it. So I’m drawing from that. As far as I know, I’m not on the spectrum. Also, do not take anything I write as a generalization. Everyone who is affected by overstimulation experiences these things differently. I also do not have a service animal so my deep pressure explanation may not be accurate. I have a dog who loves to lay on me when I’m anxious, but she’s not trained for that and it’s my only experience.
You wanted to shrink away from the world. There was far too much going on all at once. Everyone was branched off in their own conversations. The TV was on, playing some movie that your friends and classmates had all but forgotten, and there was music playing from a speaker in the corner of the room because Yuji wanted to show Panda one of the songs he liked.
You could hear the faint sounds of some video game coming from Toge’s phone and it was driving you insane. You felt like you were being overloaded. Your mind couldn’t process everything that was happening. You could hear everything and nothing at all, all at once.
You stand and leave the room abruptly, half of your friends barely even noticing. Before Maki has even had a chance to stand from her seat, Megumi has made his way out after you, already summoning one of his hounds for you.
It was like he already knew what was wrong. And in fact, maybe he did. He’d been observing you quietly since you started to become more reserved about halfway through the evening. He knew it was only a matter of time before you were far too overstimulated, but he knew better than to ask you to leave or to even insist that you needed to go back to your dorm. He did that once and it led to an argument about you knowing your own limits. Still, it never makes him feel any better to watch you suffer in silence until you’ve decided you had enough.
As he pushes your door open, the demon dog slips past him and makes its home on your bed with you, laying its rather large head over your chest. Your eyes are closed and Megumi decides against saying anything, instead letting you have a moment to decompress and to decide when you are ready to hear his voice. He chooses instead to close and lock your door to prevent an intrusion, afterwards walking around and unplugging any electronics that may cause any type of noise. Once he’s done with that, he sits on the floor against your bed and waits, listening to the sounds of your sniffles filling the room as you start to come down.
A smile reaches his face when your hand finds his hair and he hears a small “thank you” leave your lips. He turns to look up at you, humming and tilting his head. “How are you feeling?” He whispers, still very careful not to be too loud for your sake.
“Bad.”
“That’s okay.” He waits, letting you go at your own pace as you look for the words to say. And if you chose to say none, that was okay too.
“I don’t know why it happens. And I feel bad for leaving every time. Like I’m offending someone or upsetting you and making you leave too.” You tear your gaze away from him, worried.
“I don't do anything that I don't want to do. I only go to those groups for you and because Gojo thinks it’s good for me. And when I leave, I’m relieved. You’re my favorite person. I’d rather be with you over anyone else. And forget about them, they understand, but you don’t owe them anything and certainly not an explanation or an apology. You can’t help it. That’s okay. I’m always going to be here for you, even if you only use me for my demon dogs.”
At his last remark, you find yourself laughing, fresh tears falling. This time though, your tears are filled with relief. Megumi, your wonderful partner, always knew how to make you feel better.
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hii! i wanted to do a little something to celebrate valentines day and to thank you all for the support on my blog and my fics. i’m still relatively new here and everyone has been so nice, i just wanted to show my appreciation for that. hope you all anjoy this little even i made with lots of love, and i can’t wait to see all your requests <3
Rules
⭑ Choose a prompt to go with a character
⭑ The event starts today, February 1st, 2023, and ends when all the slots are taken
⭑ Requests will be posted on February 14th, 2023
⭑ Only writing for f!reader and gn!reader (preferably specify which one you’d like)
⭑ I will only accept requests sent in my inbox (asks) since it’s easier to organize them that way, so please don’t message me or reply your request ln any post
⭑ All of the prompted fics will probably be between 300-500 words long (short)
Fandoms and characters
⭑ One piece: Moneky D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Nami, God Usopp, Nico Robin, Portgas D. Ace, Crocodile, Trafalgar Law, Shanks, Buggy (personal fav <3), Smoker, Eustass Kid, Yamato, etc.
⭑ Chainsaw man: Aki Hayakawa, Beam, Angel Devil, Kobeni, Kishibe (personal fav <3), Galgali, Quanxi, Future Devil
⭑ Jujutsu Kaisen: Satoru Gojo, Ryomen Sukuna, Sugurou Geto, Nanami Kento, Choso
Prompts
1.) “Don’t be such a brat”
2.) “Quiet, the others will hear”
3.) “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet?”
4.) “We have to make this quick”
5.) “Keep going, I want to see how you do it”
6.) “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck”
7.) “You taste so sweet”
8.) “I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”
9.) “It’s not going to fit!”
10.) “Spread your legs for me, I want to see you”
11.) “I want you to watch me when I fuck you”
12.) “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re mine”
13.) “I thought maybe we could do more than kissing tonight”
14.) “You can take it, you’re done it before”
15.) “You’e bigger than I thought”
16.) “Don’t go shy on me now, where’s that attitude you had five minutes ago?”
17.) “Let me return the favor”
18.) “I’ve never done anything like this before”
19.) “Be a good girl for mommy/daddy”
20.) “You know it’s fine if you’re a little rough with me”
21.) “I can’t hear you, c’mon use your words like a good girl”
22.) “I love it when you act all controlling around me, knowing damn well I can leave you shaking under me”
23.) “Want me to fuck a baby into you?”
24.) “But what if someone sees?”
25.) “Did you just fake it?”
26.) “This is wrong”
28.) “Beg for it”
29.) “You’re such a crybaby”
30.) “You look so good with my hands around your neck”
Thank you for participating, if you do!
#one piece x reader smut#one piece x reader#one piece smut#one piece#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader smut#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk smut#chainsaw man smut#chainsaw man x reader#chainsaw man#chainsaw man x reader smut#⭑. zoromuse’s vday event
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