#jjk x y/n platonic
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ano kaya reaction ni sukuna to mama! scarlet witch! reader after satoru calls her mom. hed be like "no way hes too ugly to be her son" "i could feel some strong power of her" sksks
sukuna's reaction to mama! scarlet witch! reader
jujutsu kaisen x reader
masterlist of the series
╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen and multiverse of madness (very vague no worries), mama! reader girlbossing sukuna, sukuna calling gojo ugly 💀
╰➤ PAIRING(s): mama! reader x son! gojo satoru, sukuna x reader, platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader
NAUR because sukuna would definitely say that to gojo i'm cackling in class right now as i am writing this 😭
deep inside itadori yuuji was the king of curses, ryomen sukuna. the young boy had become a vessel of the cursed king after consuming one of his fingers, which was a special grade of cursed object.
never in his lifetime had the curse king seen someone like you through the eyes of his vessel. there wasn't anything special about you. you just looked like an everyday person. hell, you didn't even look like a sorcerer. he could feel nothing from you, no cursed energy, but the fact that you were the mother of sugawara michizane's descendant made him incredibly curious.
"tch, there's no way she'd be the mother of that thing. he's way too ugly to be her son." sukuna scoffed under his breath, watching gojo take the packages of food you had brought and been carrying from yuuji's perspective.
sukuna proceeded to stare at you, trying to unmask you. eventually, he had learned from yourself when you introduced yourself to everyone as [surname] [name], as the young boy with the ten shadows technique had stated you weren't a gojo.
thank goodness.
you were too pretty to be related to that ugly piece of sorcerer.
sukuna remained silent all throughout, intently observing you. there has got to be something special about you. why would you foster the head of the gojo clan? why would they entrust him to someone like you, a human without any cursed energy? were you just that friendly and motherly-like to convince them? even sukuna wouldn't believe that. one of the big clans has a reason for choosing you. you had something up on your sleeve, and he knew that.
sukuna's suspicions towards you turned out to be correct when you lifted your index finger in the air. all of a sudden, a weighted pressure has emerged in the atmosphere. it was incredibly heavy, almost like cursed energy, but not quite. interestingly, it was much more than cursed energy. as your fingertip glowed red together with your [color] eyes, he felt more power.
"what in the—sukuna was baffled when he found his vessel sitting on a picnic blanket along with the other sorcerers. the food that was boxed all nicely earlier was plated in the middle and there was suddenly piping hot coffee.
"EH?!"
"HOW?!"
sukuna watched you softly chuckle at their reactions as you sat down in between gojo and megumi before taking a sip from the mug of coffee you had morphed into existence.
"as you've noticed, i don't have cursed energy."
"obviously." the curse king muttered under his breath, wanting to roll his eyes at the anticipation you were causing.
"what i do have is chaos magic."
with that, you raised your freehand and allowed the sorcerers to get a good look at what your chaos magic was. red trailed from your fingertips, and it was flowing with energy. the moment you thought you had made it visible, the heavy pressure was there again. an ominous aura. it was something that reminded sukuna of a special grade of energy, but it was more than that, even if what you were displaying was a mere fraction of your power.
"it allows me to manipulate reality at a molecular level without any restrictions."
sukuna watched once again as you promptly turned the mug of coffee you had into a glass of water. the glass of water you were holding suddenly transformed into a plate of cookies that appeared to be freshly baked.
"chaos magic? manipulating reality without any restriction?" it was preposterous.
"you said you can manipulate reality at a molecular level without any restrictions, so can you get through gojo-sensei's infinity?" one of the zenin clan's sorcerer, maki, inquired.
that, too, was a question that sukuna had in mind. were you really that powerful? he had fought the limitless sorcerer before when yuuji had become his vessel, was his strength nothing compared to yours?
"well, i can bend the laws of physics so..." you shrugged your shoulders, laughing.
interesting.
how interesting.
at that instant, the king of curses couldn't help but laugh, and his laughter echoed through the depth of his vessel's mind. alas, he has found someone worthy. in his lifetime, he had never come across someone as different as you are.
"yuuji-kun, are you alright?" you asked not long after, noticing how the salmon pink haired boy was holding each side of his side. "is he bothering you, the curse inside of you?"
everyone halted, including sukuna, himself.
"you can sense sukuna?" yuuji looked at you with the same astonishment as sukuna had in his ruby red eyes.
"oh, sweetie. i've been hearing him since i got here." you answered in a manner that was too casual as you waved a hand in the air.
oh? you could do that too?
and that's when sukuna made himself known to you and everyone. he morphed himself into a single ruby red eye and a mouth upon yuuji's cheekbone. everyone watched, alerted, while you simply remained your cool and collected.
"well, well. aren't you an interesting woman?" sukuna chuckled softly.
you simply glanced at him, giving him a curt nod. "nice of you to join our little picnic, ryomen sukuna. i have heard so much about you from my son, and well, from my aquintances."
"i'm honored." sukuna bit back a grin, "but disappointed."
"yeah?" you raised a brow at him, prompting him to continue as the rest of the sorcerers glared at him.
"you're a powerful woman. you're stronger than that ugly thing beside you, yet here you are, using that chaos magic of yours.. for a picnic? what a waste of talent." sukuna continued.
"what the hell?" gojo found himself laughing at sukuna's remark.
at that, a nerve had irked on your temple. you glanced to your left to see your son, gojo satoru, holding a stunned look.
did he just call your child ugly?
"what the hell did you just say about my son?" your eyes hardened into a small glare.
"you heard me loud and clear, woman." sukuna taunted, wanting to see how you would you lose composure and what your true colors were when you're agitated.
"you know, for a special grade curse, you're incredibly annoying, but i'm not falling for your taunts." you managed a scoff.
"and i'll have you know, you have no right to defy me or how i use this." you snapped your fingers, allowing red psionics to surround your frame for a split second, which caused the sorcerers to stare at you with wide eyes.
"i don't want you raining on my parade, so i'll kindly ask you to shut your mouth." you let out a long breath of sigh.
"why don't you do that yourself if you're that powerful, woman?"
they couldn't believe their eyes. the king of curses was challenging you.
"alright." you calmly answered back in response, a kind smile gracing your lips. "you asked for it."
the next thing satoru and everyone knew was that you were levitating in mid-air. sukuna, on the other hand, watched in amusement. there it was again. the faint power he could sense from you was growing and growing until you had opened your eyes to reveal a pair of glowing red irises instead of [color].
with a smile, you easily projected your soul into the curse king's domain and shoved him back in there, causing him to disappear from yuuji's face as an eye and mouth. as everyone bombarded your physical self with questions, your spirit, on the other hand, sauntered towards the throne of skulls and bones where a splitting image of itadori yuuji sat, dressed in a light-colored kimono.
red orbs locked with one another at that instant, but his eyes marveled at your appearance. (get it? okay, i'll stop-)
it was you, still you, except you were dressed in the red robes and regalia of the scarlet witch; a red chestplate with angular faulds extending into an ankle-length skirt; elbow-length red fingerless gloves; black trousers and thigh-high boots; and an intricate red tiara framing your face.
using your red psionics, you lifted yourself from the ground, erm, body of water that was beneath your feet before promptly appearing right in front of sukuna himself, allowing himself to get a closer look at you, and for the first time, sukuna was distracted and caught off guard. with a flick of your hand, you sent a large blast of red at him that sent him crashing straight into his throne of skulls, breaking it into pieces of debris from your immense power.
you stood on top of sukuna, the heel of your boot digging into his chest as your menacing red eyes threatened his own red eyes with death.
so instead, a sadistic smirk curved on his lips.
"now, this is more like you, woman. i like it. performing magic and making a picnic to entertain those brats doesn't really suit you."
"oh yeah? well, you're going to like me more when i reduce you into nothing." you scoffed bitterly. "you're lucky i'm only warning you. i'm having a perfectly fine day today, so i'm not going to do that."
"well, aren't i just the luckiest?" sukuna found himself laughing at the situation he has himself in with you.
"except this is going to be my first and final warning to you." you continued, "the next time i catch you making fun of my son or in case you have any more plans for itadori yuuji, in this case, killing the boy again, i will not show you any mercy. gojo satoru and those children are under my utmost protection. do you understand?"
"huh, so you know about the binding vow?" sukuna stared at you in amusement, a tiny bit surprised to say the least. "i'm impressed. for someone who's not a jujutsu sorcerer, you know a lot of things."
"i can get into anyone's head, including you, and apart from that, i have my connections." you stated promptly before taking your heel off from his chest. "i've dealt with beings like you before from my own world. if i can bend the most hellish beings that cease to exist across the multiverse, then you're just a piece of cake for me to handle."
"yeah, yeah. i heard you loud and clear, woman." sukuna raised both his hands in the air as he sat upright after being shoved and rendered powerless at your mercy.
"good."
with that, you briefly smiled before returning your spirit back into your physical body.
sukuna continued to sit there on the debris of his throne, normally he would have gotten infuriated, but this is was the first time he met someone like you. someone this strong, someone this powerful. you had his respect for that.
god did he have a thing for people who can easily kill him.
bonus scene (or what was happening in the physical world while your spirit was in sukuna's domain):
"w-what was that, mom?"
satoru was the first one to recover from shock after sensing the ominous aura that had made itself known when you projected your other self, or soul, into sukuna's domain.
"sorry, snowflake. i projected my soul into sukuna's domain just now." you answered in a calm and nonchalant manner as you made yourself another mug of coffee after turning your previous one into a plate of cookies.
"you projected your what now?!" nobara let out a sharp yet confused gasp.
"for one, i'm still a sorcerer, just not of jujutsu, and one of my abilities as a witch, erm, sorceress, is to be able to coexist in two forms. a physical and astral one." you explained to the children before taking a bite of the cookies you had brought into existence. "right now, my other self is dealing with sukuna."
"demons and spirits?" itadori muttered audibly before looking up at you with wide eyes, clearly hearing what was going on in sukuna's domain due to his tie with him, and frankly, you and sukuna were inside of him. "you've dealt with those kind of things before, [surname]-san?"
"mhm, i'm not from here, so i've dealt with those kinds of things before, and it wasn't pretty."
you cleared your throat, managing a fit of laughter as you briefly recalled the lengths you had to go through in order to bring your children back after westview happened and the feeling of your mind being corrupted by the evil grimoire together with the souls that came along with it.
"wow, you're stronger than gojo-sensei and ryomen sukuna? you really are something, [surname]-san!" panda exclaimed, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"tell us more, [surname]-san!" nobara clasped her hands together, wanting to hear more about you.
"well, apart from demons and spirits, i've dealt with aliens before." you brought up, changing the subject, which thankfully caught everyone's interests.
"aliens?!" everyone gapped.
"i knew it, aliens are real!" yuuji fist pumped the air, geeking out.
"mhm, i even had to save the world from a big bad purple alien." you continued, smiling at their reactions. "with the help of some friends, that is. we had to fight aliens for six gems which are known as infinity stones."
"infinity stones?" maki blinked, along with inumaki and megumi, interested.
"yes, infinity stones. there are six of them and they each respent a different aspect of the universe; space, mind, reality, power, time and soul." you explained, before tapping your chin. "i guess you could say those infinity stones are like special grade cursed objects in this world, but they are the more powerful than cursed objects. they are literally the most powerful thing in the world, those stones possess phenomenal power. only beings of immense power can wield those infinity stones, if not, then dire consequences are to be faced."
"greater than cursed objects, huh?" maki muttered under her breath in disbelief.
"mo—i mean, [name]-san, have you wielded an infinity stone then?"
although you have taken care of megumi and tsumiki in the past, you had never told them about you. satoru was the only one who knew everything, including the stories you were relaying to these young jujutsu sorcerers right now.
"i wouldn't say wield is the right word for it, but it was the mind stone in particular that amplified me and my powers as a witch."
you found yourself reminiscing once again, but this time, of your husband, or your beloved vision.
"but i do like to think that a part of the mind stone lives in me, and it will always do."
before anyone could ask further, you had finished dealing with the king of curses.
"ah, looks like my astral self is done." you chimed, lifting an index finger in the air.
with that, your astral form had made itself known to the material plane, and once again, you have sensed the uneasiness from everyone as she calmly levitated behind you, imitating how you sat criss-cross apple sauce. not even satoru could find himself looking at this frightening form of yours.
"is that really your mom, gojo-sensei?" yuuji swallowed thickly.
"yes, that's her." satoru replied with the same kind of nervousness, discreetly pressing himself to your side, causing you to instinctively drape an arm around him and rub his back.
"let me just put her away real quick." you immediately used your magic to make your astral form invisible from the material plane. "i didn't mean to scare you guys like that. are you okay? my gosh, you all look pale!"
"we're okay, [surname]-san!"
they all sighed in relief as soon as your transparent and scary-looking self disappeared from their sight.
"but that was really cool!" yuuji cried out in enthusiasm.
"tell us more stories [surname]-san!" nobara pleaded before snacking on the brownies she picked.
"well, if you guys insist!" you smiled, softly laughing at everyone. "i'd be happy to tell you guys my stories. let's see..."
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you are somebody that i want to keep ; satoru gojo
synopsis; you aren't sure what you have with satoru gojo, but you know that it’s good.
word count; 6.7k
contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, colleagues to friends to something unlabelled, you love each other though!!, fluff, hurt/comfort, very very soft, reader falls first but gojo falls harder, both of u are afraid of intimacy lol, a lil angsty if u squint, satoru gojo cherishing u for ~7k words straight <33
a/n; basically just a collection of moments between you and gojo throughout the years <33 (a significant amount of time has passed between each part!!) hes an emotionally repressed loser but i love him and he is smitten w u.
in the soft luminescence of daybreak, your kitchen looks something like a dream.
tainted with a hazy sunshine, simmering with warm colours and pleasant scents, it almost seems to sparkle in the peripheral of your vision. brimming with that feeling of home, a home you’ve broken your bones building, desperate to shape it into something safe — and you think you’ve done a pretty good job.
it’s soothing, comforting, all of these sensations. bleeding into each other like smudges of paint on a canvas; hyacinths blooming by the windowsill, espresso-flavored steam wafting up to the roof, soft meows stemming from the cats by your feet. absolute bliss.
indulging in a peace yet to be shattered by the strain of the working world, you rub the sleep from beneath your weary eyes. blinking and yawning like a drowsy child.
beyond the translucent glass of your windows, glimmering with the light of a sun soon to rise, the world is painted pink and indigo — save for that one hint of gold, a streak of honey slathered across the surface of the sky. fluffy clouds drift through the chilly air, melting in the wake of a new day, and you think they look a little like tufts of cotton candy. soft enough to sink your teeth into, if only the glass wasn’t in the way. keeping the cold out.
it’s a new day. a pleasant morning, sitting comfortably on the brink of dawn, before the city has a chance to rouse from its slumber.
a kind of solitude you so rarely get to bask in.
a false solitude, really. because, for once, there’s another human being in your home — one you don’t know nearly as well as you’d like, for him to be fast asleep on your couch, cheek smushed against the leather. snoring softly.
satoru gojo.
like this, he looks very… human. vulnerable. hair just slightly tousled, from tossing and turning on your not-so-comfortable couch, blindfold only covering one of his eyes and close to slipping off entirely. his expression has melted into one of something vaguely resembling relaxation, as close to unguarded as you assume he can physically get.
even in his sleep, he looks a little stiff. not entirely at peace; like a stray cat sleeping under the hood of a car.
(you’re curious. fascinated, maybe, by the loneliness that clings to the strongest person in the universe. by the paradoxical innocence of his grin.)
honestly, everything from last night is kind of a blur. you remember accompanying the strongest sorcerer on a mission, one long enough to leave you completely and utterly spent, fatigue nestled deep into your bones. remember gojo getting a sudden migraine, so earth-shattering that you thought he was going to keel over and throw up in the middle of the street.
then you remember bringing him back home with you. very hesitantly, only after he begrudgingly accepted the fact that he didn’t have much of a choice. because you were fucking exhausted, and so was he, and your apartment happened to be conveniently close. you remember him practically passing out on your couch, still somehow managing to crack a bad joke you can’t recall, while you went to collapse into the comfort of your bed.
and now you’re here. dyed in half-transparent sunbeams, caffeine bubbling in your veins, gazing at your sleeping coworker from your spot by the kitchen table. waiting for the world to open its weary eyes.
it’s still early. some part of you expects him to sleep a while longer, but you can’t say you’re particularly surprised when gojo begins to stir.
a splotch of sunshine splatters across your living room window, staining the floorboards, falling over the contours of his pretty face. in the light, he looks positively holy; white lashes, pale skin, plump lips. like a goddess.
when he opens his eyes, it’s even worse. a single iris cracked open, pooling with unbridled brilliance. eyes so blue they seem to cut through the stillness of the air.
(— and the world wakes up.)
a little groan slips from his lips, barely audible. with groggy movements, he brings a hand up to his face, obscuring the grating light of the sun flitting in. you think you can almost see the gears of his mind turn, as he takes notice of his surroundings, remembering what transpired just hours before.
faster than you thought, he regains some semblance of composure. huffing under his breath, as he forces himself into a sitting position.
it feels a little wrong, to see the closest thing this world has to a god act so human. be so human. morning-fatigued, just like you, wearing droopy eyelids and a soft, sleepy pout. a little disheveled. groggy with lost dreams.
when his gaze meets yours, you can’t control the breath that hitches pitifully in the back of your throat. a meek skip of your heartbeat, like you just saw something you shouldn’t have. oops.
gojo cracks a grin.
“.. watchin’ me sleep?” he calls out, cheeky. paired with a drowsy yawn. composed, unbothered, but there’s something almost performative about it, something you’re sure you’d miss if he wasn’t still in the process of collecting himself.
“good morning,” is all you offer him. ignoring his teasing remark. he doesn’t push it, to your surprise. “sleep well?”
a hum. absentminded, jovial. one of his large hands goes to adjust his blindfold, the other to fluff up his hair. kicking off the blanket you just barely had the energy to throw over him last night. your fluffiest one, warm enough to protect him from the chill gnawing at the windows. hopefully.
“like a log,” he quips, stretching idly, muscles straining under his baggy uniform. they must be sore, after that mission. or maybe he’s above such things.
choosing not to comment on his obvious lie, you put your lips against the ceramic of your cup. sipping from the bitter brew, a tinge of hazelnut on your tongue. letting him gather his bearings without you scrutinizing him. a little favor, one liar to another.
“thanks for letting me crash,” he grins, lazy. toothy. stumbling to his feet with a low groan, gaze flitting around the room — looking for the exit. “i’ll get outta your hair,” he mutters, and you raise a brow.
“not staying for breakfast?”
gojo stills. your question rings out, bouncing off the walls of the kitchen, into the living room.
his smile twitches, ever so slightly, in what you think must be surprise. then it’s back to normal; like putting on a mask, not allowing a sliver of weakness to slip through the cracks. he exhales a raspy chuckle, a sound that flows through the air and crawls down your spine.
”generous, aren’t you?” he hums, voice rich with amusement. dappling sunlight licks at the white locks of his hair.
you shrug. “i wouldn’t mind the company.”
the words climb up the walls of your throat, a little reckless, eager to catch a glimpse of the miracle before you. satoru gojo, framed by the simplicity of your home — somewhat hard to let go of. sunkissed skin, restless hands. a little out of tune. shifting from foot to foot, eager to get away.
(a little like a frightened fawn, you amuse yourself by thinking. he’s really more like the fox who scared it.)
you think he must be bit uncomfortable. forced to spend the night in a coworker’s apartment, one he doesn't even know that well, one he probably doesn’t have any intention of getting to know. still trying to politely excuse himself. persistent, stubborn.
maybe he didn’t expect this. maybe he was convinced he could sneak away, before you had a chance to wake up. maybe he thought you’d be all too eager to let him leave, and never speak of this again. maybe he’s not used to being wanted.
“ha… i’m flattered, believe me, but —“
“what do you usually eat?” you ask. cutting him off, gently, tapping your fingertips against the edge of the table. “for breakfast, i mean. i’ll whip something up.”
a chuckle slips from his lips. you can’t put your finger on it, but something about it bothers you. “really, there’s —“
“if you’re worried about inconveniencing me, don’t be.” you pause, unsure of what to say. but the words end up spilling out of your throat, oddly honest. ”it’s been a while since i had the chance to make breakfast for someone else.”
it’s strange, really, how intent you are on seeing this through. how much effort you’re putting into making him stay. you barely even know him. actually, you don’t know him at all — all you know is that his smile makes you happy and his strength makes you envious. that you aren’t afraid of him, even though you probably should be.
something about him just feels safe.
“i’m pretty good at making pancakes,” you hum, a small smile playing at your lips. polite, jovial. pale light flits in through the window and slips into its curve. ”do you want some? before we go to work.”
(something in his fingers twitch, when you say that tiny word; pancakes. a little tell. you just barely catch it, before it sputters out. before he reels it back in.)
a moment passes. slow, drawn out, a rubber band bound to snap.
gojo stands there, a very subtle contemplation etched into his features. behind him, your cats begin to scratch at the couch, but you don’t scold them. just waiting for something to happen. beyond the glass of your windows, the sun unfurls in the sky, stretching its arms to envelop the world.
he grins, suddenly. soft light reflecting off the white of his teeth. cocky, composed. not quite performative, a little more natural.
“well, if you insist.”
he strolls over to your side, just a tiny bit sluggish, lazy steps and comically long limbs. he must still be tired. but he takes a seat, right across from you, plopping down on the chair with an effortless air of confidence. lighthearted, leaning his elbows on the table, crossing his legs under it. comfortable. settling into his role.
you’re pleasantly surprised.
“how would you like them?” you ask, and you think some of your excitement may have spilled out with the question. if it did, gojo doesn’t comment on it. ”your pancakes.”
“with chocolate chips, please!” he shoots you a sweet smile. “and whipped cream on top.”
so demanding. for some reason, it makes the corners of your lips quirk up. kinda like a bratty younger brother.
“got it.”
the smell of dark chocolate hangs heavy in the air as you get to work, shuffling around the open space. all while gojo waits, patiently, tapping his foot under the table and staring out the window. leaning his jaw on the heel of his palm. listening to the humming of nightingales on the branches of the apple tree down on the ground, and the buzz of your old radio.
the kitchen fills with motion, sounds, smells. life. splotches of sunlight, crinkled cartons of orange juice. the clinking of plates. two tired adults, seated at the same table, indulging in a fleeting peace and the promise of something new. something almost concrete.
a small, precious moment. enough to make your fascination shift into something you know must be fondness. or close to it.
gojo grins at you, mouth full of pancakes, eagerly telling you about something the kids did last week. wolfing them down, chocolate smeared over his bottom lip. you laugh, and suddenly the world feels a little safer than it should. a little more intact.
you wonder what it means. where it’s going to lead. this feeling of something wonderful beginning, something you couldn’t stop if you wanted to.
a budding connection.
the city lays blanketed beneath a layer of thick snow. blurry pale dots dancing in the wind, obscuring the sky, frost engulfing every building in a bone chilling hug.
with a slight shiver, you dig your hands into the comfort of your pockets, seeking the fleeting warmth you find. admiring the frozen landscape before you, the hustle and bustle of people going about their day. the saffron light of the lamp posts, the glittering snow by your feet, the skeletal apricot trees and their bare branches. this monochrome city you find yourself in.
gojo exhales. strolling cheerily down the street, in tandem with you, a frosty breath to your left that scatters and melts into the open air. it smells minty.
today, he’s wearing black shades — like he usually is when you meet outside of work. it’s kind of nice. when you angle your face a certain way, you can almost see the blue pooling in his eyes, the white of his eyelashes.
he’s beautiful. he always has been. but like this, you think his beauty is simply unfair, highlighted by the winter wonderland you find yourselves in. mesmerizing, the red flush of his cheeks, how he hums along to some jolly tune playing from a little corner store further down the street. all bundled up, in a stylish overcoat and a nice scarf, untouched by the snowflakes fluttering about.
protected by his infinity, always. the silly god you call a friend.
he looks content, despite the cold that keeps nipping at your bare skin, smiling widely. blabbing on about the movie you’re about to watch, how he saw it back in high school but never thought it’d get a remake. how his friend thought it sucked but that friend always had bad taste so his opinion is irrelevant. how he has faith that you’ll like it.
(cute.)
distracted by the pretty man so close by, close enough to touch, you don’t look ahead. maybe just a little bit entranced. which would be fine, if you didn’t happen to be walking on the right side of the street —
crashing straight into a lamp post.
”owch!”
it’s sudden. and it’s a harsh collision, enough to leave your nose stinging, an ache that makes you whine. cursing under your breath as you take a couple steps back, hands reaching for the part of your face that took the brunt of the hit.
and gosh, is this embarrassing. you dance on the edge of death for a living, and here you are — whining over walking into a fucking lamp post. because you were too enamored by the beauty of your own coworker to pay attention to your surroundings.
a coworker who is currently looking at you, silently. having failed to warn you in time, stuck in his own memories, caught up in his in-depth, spoiler-filled review of a movie he’s been waiting to watch all week.
for a moment, all he does is blink. long eyelashes fluttering, like a dove flapping its wings.
then he starts laughing.
scratch that — gojo is downright cackling, thoroughly amused by your clumsy mishap, like he just saw the funniest thing in the world. laughter ringing out into the cold air, white breaths to compliment the red of your burning ears.
asshole.
with a harsh furrow of your brows, you attempt to look angry; but before long, your lips are curling up. infected by his joy. a soft punch to his shoulder is all you manage, biting back a little puff of laughter. you’re embarrassed.
(so embarrassed you don’t even notice how he puts his infinity down.)
”don’t laugh, you piece of shit!” you hiss, grinning even still, flushing and trying to ignore the curious glances you get from passersby. ”it really hurt!”
but gojo doesn’t stop. doesn’t even attempt to. you think he just grew even more amused, if anything, practically bending over from how hard he’s laughing — clutching his stomach.
”sorry, sorry — ’m just…” he tries to speak, taking deep breaths in between bursts of giggles. ”how the hell — how’d you —”
he stops trying. laughing, again.
and it’s a genuine laugh. a little wolfish, spilling out from his pretty parted lips, showing off his sharp teeth. from the very bottom of his gut, clear and bright, deep and infectious. melodic. shades close to slipping off the bridge of his nose, eyes tearing up behind them. trying to collect himself, muffled giggles turning to soft vapour in the cold air. dimples visible on his rosy cheeks.
and suddenly you can't think, can't speak, can only look at him and wonder how a human can be so very beautiful. how it’s metaphysically possible. like a crushed cluster of stars was given human form, a body of celestial light.
he looks so young, like this. a millenia younger, no weight on those broad shoulders, no immovable wall to separate you both. he looks like one of the guys you used to hang out with in middle school, running through corridors and play fighting and holding back shared laughter in the library. before the bite of the world left a mark in your skin.
he looks like himself. like someone pulled the mask off, and all that’s left is the human. none of the godhood he was saddled with at birth.
while you’re busy staring, gojo finally finds his composure again. wiping at his glassy eyes, a chuckle slipping out here and there. distracted by the breathtaking sight, you begin to forget the sting of your collision — until you feel something warm trickle down your chilled skin.
searching for it with the pads of your fingers, you feel a trail of wetness beneath your nose. and when you bring them down, to get a look, all you see is red.
”ah.”
gojo moves closer. maybe just a little alarmed, by the blood dripping from your nose, staining the white of the snow beneath your feet. a chilling contrast, one you’re frighteningly used to. it’s almost comforting. blood on your skin, that sting of pain clogging up your nose, enough for you to get lost in. colours melting together, memories rising to the surface —
when suddenly, something touches your cheek.
one large hand goes to keep your jaw in place, gentle. smooth leather, sneaking under your chin, lifting your face up ever so slightly. warmth trickles from his fingertips through the fabric, and you can smell a hint of his perfume. strawberries and vanilla.
gojo looks at you fondly. wiping the blood from your nose, smudging his expensive gloves. from this angle, you can see his eyes, a blue shimmer in an evening painted white and gray — the sole flicker of colour in this monochrome city. they’re crinkled at the edges.
he looks awfully amused.
(you stay still, not breathing, like any slight motion could have him pulling away.)
”careful,” he croons. so low you barely hear it, almost a purr. the word has a soft underbelly, something you don’t need to dissect to feel.
a sentiment that seems to simmer in the air around you, drifting past the little corner store, a dog tied to a lamp post, your reddened cheeks. past the blue of his eyes, a peripheral that stretches to cover the city before you. words too heavy to speak aloud.
stay safe for me, silly.
then he’s letting go. sudden, the bite of the air replacing his hand. it lingers on your skin, like a memory, like the ghost of a memory. but it’s there. strawberries and vanilla, leather and warmth. something kind. warm.
and it stays there, even as gojo takes a step forward, no longer facing you. walking confidently, the wind bending around his tall stature. long legs and large steps, leaving an imprint in the snow for you to follow. a northern star.
he turns his head, and grins. hair tousled by the breeze, white locks glittering with snowflakes. ”you coming? it’s starting soon.”
a moment passes.
”or do you need me to call shoko?”
you puff out a breathy laugh, at that, stumbling forward. reaching up to wipe more of the blood sticking to your skin. sniffling, but smiling, teeth peeking out between your lips.
”yeah, yeah,” a roll of your eyes. ”’m right behind you.”
gojo’s eyes crinkle, disappearing behind his shades when he straightens his back and raises his head. moving forward, while you follow; his back turned to you, snowy hair melting into the white all around you. like something out of a painting.
with a pep in step, you catch up to him. eager to hear more of his voice, his memories. still basking in the warmth of his hand on your jaw.
a touch from the untouchable.
gojo’s lying on your couch.
he usually is, to be fair, so it shouldn’t be surprising. kicking his legs up, watching tv — or sleeping, snoring loudly, like the couch belongs to him. like your home belongs to him. like he pays rent, and doesn’t just laze around and devour all the sweets in your kitchen cabinets.
(he’s there so often that you’re starting to wonder if you should give him a copy of your keys, or something. but you have a feeling that’d be just a smidge too intimate for him to ever accept.)
this time, however, gojo is doing neither of those things.
he’s on your couch, but he isn’t manspreading, or draping himself over the leather with a lazy grin. he doesn’t have that air of effortless confidence. and it’s palpable, in the air, the open space, enough that you can feel it. an itch on your skin, a lump in your throat. you could practically feel it as soon as you walked through the door.
he isn’t wearing his blindfold, or his shades. he isn’t even smiling. and gojo is always, always smiling.
you think he might be having a rough day.
even the cats are noticing that something’s off. jumping up in his lap, trying to comfort him, brushing against his legs. purring, when he cradles them close — always so gentle with them. hands petting down their backs, softly, the same hands he uses to rip out the throats of curses and curse users alike.
then they mewl and run away. and for once you wish they wouldn’t, wish they could keep clinging to him like they always do. just to make him feel better. right now, in the state he’s in, you wouldn’t even mind gojo’s usual smug declarations of how does it feel to know they like their papa best?
you can’t help but feel unsure of yourself. gojo isn’t doing anything, and he isn’t saying anything. he’s just lying there, on his back, eyes closed. letting the darkness of the room engulf him. drowning in his own thoughts.
he must know that you’re there. he must have heard you come in. but he isn’t saying anything, and you wonder if that means he wants you to leave him alone.
you’re reminded of that one morning. when he woke up on your couch, and looked more human than you’d ever seen him. how you wanted to avert your eyes, how wrong it felt to see a god rouse from its slumber.
(but you know better now.)
hesitantly, you begin to inch closer, step by step. quiet, floorboards barely creaking beneath your weight. tentative, as you settle down on the couch. brushing against the infinity between you.
gojo’s eyes flicker open. like an old tape beginning to play. they still shine with that same brilliance, they always do, but now you think they look just a little dull. a little red.
a moment passes. agonizingly slow.
before you can properly think it through, you’ve done it. almost on instinct, jumping the gun before he has the chance to cover everything up with jokes and laughter. opening your arms; a silent invitation.
gojo only stares.
his gaze moves down to your outstretched arms, and then up to your face. your pursed lips, nervous eyes, worried crease between your brows. one second passes. two, five. you stop counting.
for a moment, you’re almost certain that he’s about to get up and leave. that he’ll flash you a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, walk out the door and then never return. like you flew too close to the sun, just another icarus too mesmerized by the glow of his grin to notice your melting wings. like you stepped over the fragile line that separates his bones from yours, his heartbeat from your greedy hands.
— but then he sluggishly gets into a sitting position, and doesn't look at you.
when gojo collapses into your embrace, you’re so surprised that you almost forget how to breathe. almost forget your own name, forget whose home you’re in, why your arms are wrapped around a pale man. all you can think of is how warm he feels, how he’s like a weighted blanket against you. how he trusts you enough to come so very close.
cheek pressed against your chest, arms loose around your waist. no infinity, no barriers. just a single touch shared between two damaged human beings.
a brief inhale gives you the composure that you need. air flowing into your lungs, your brain, as you settle into a comfortable position. no words leave your lips; you just continue to hold him, one hand on his back, testing the waters. letting him hear the echo of your heartbeat. unsure, the both of you, but something about this feels right. close to right. almost there.
gojo is stiff. when you strain your ears, you hear a sharp intake of breath, and a full body shiver courses through him. a tremble of his spine. like he’s itching to run, like he doesn’t quite know where to put his hands. so painfully unused to a proper embrace.
(a little like a frightened fawn.)
a tender something unfurls within your chest, and you feel almost devoured by the fondness rooting itself into your beating heart. delicate, as you begin to brush away his tousled bangs, leaning close. pressing a kiss to his forehead, glistening with sweat. letting your lips linger on his skin.
he’s pale, shining in the bleak moonlight cast from the translucent curtains of your living room windows. pale like a ghost. and there are dark crescents beneath his dull eyes.
nightmares, you surmise. they haunt him too, don’t they? of course they do.
eyes brimming with emotion, you gaze at him; quiet as a mouse, closing his eyes. leaning into your touch, ever so slightly, breathing out a sigh tinged with pure exhaustion. and a certain realization washes over you, akin to a tidal wave, sudden and inevitable. so obvious it’s funny.
you’re not a god at all, are you?
a coo slips from your lips. barely a sound, more like a soothing breath. warm against his cold skin.
you’re just like everyone else. just as fragile.
one of your thumbs goes to smooth over the puffy skin beneath his eyes. so, so gentle. like one wrong touch could have him crumbling into little grains of stardust, spilling out over the worn leather of your couch.
there are so many things you wish you could say to him. so many things you’ll never be able to say, because you’re afraid that if you give him too much it’ll scare him off. like love could burn him if it were to leak out too fervently. like it’s burned him before.
so you don’t say anything. but you think it, you repeat it inside your mind like a prayer, and some part of you thinks that’s enough. i’ve got you — a whisper that you don't dare to voice.
one gojo still manages to hear, somehow, if the way he tugs you closer and snuggles into your neck is anything to go by. a shaky exhale brushing against your collarbone.
(if you feel something wet touch the skin of your shoulder, you don’t mention it.)
you simply hold him, and don’t even think the thought of letting go. even though it takes him hours just to fall asleep, hours you spend anxiously wondering if he’ll change his mind and pull away. but he doesn't leave, even though his body may want him to, and that's enough, and you don’t let go. not even once. he stays cradled to your chest the same way you’d hold a tiny puppy, something fragile. something you need to handle with care.
and when his heartbeat finally mellows out, when you hear little barely audible snores flow from his lips, you finally begin to relax. melting into the couch beneath you, watching him get the rest he deserves. praying that any nightmares of his will be given to you instead.
sleep comes, eventually, to the both of you. tangled up on the couch, him on top of you, comforted by the flutter of each other’s heartbeat. by the warmth of another human being. safe in each other’s arms.
(the next morning, through hazy sunshine and the clinking of coffee cups, he teasingly tells you that just satoru is fine.)
it’s barely daybreak when satoru wakes you up.
a rude awakening, to say the least. he pulls out all the stops, intent on not letting you sleep even a second longer; poking at your cheek, pinching them when that doesn’t work. tickling you, blowing cold air into your ear, flopping down on top of you like a big dog. anything to rouse you from your deep slumber.
and he just will not give it up. no matter how hard you try to ignore him, no matter how many times you swat him away with your duvet pillow or turn to bury your face into the sheets. that’s how satoru always is, how he’s always been, how he hopefully always will be — an absolute pain. one you wouldn’t trade for anything else in the world.
so, when he starts whining for you to just wake up already, voice tinged with a sadness that tugs at your heartstrings, you find yourself opening your tired eyes. all while he murmurs on and on about something unintelligible, still trying to bribe you.
”i’ll make you coffee, okay? just get up. c’moooon.”
”… what time is it, satoru?” is all you mutter, voice leaving your lips in a raspy, disgruntled fashion. stirring a little at the promise of coffee.
he cracks a grin. ”don’t worry about it! just come with me.”
despite your grumpy attitude, and the ungodly hour at which satoru shakes you awake, you find yourself letting him scoop you up and set you down on the kitchen counter. placing a hot cup of coffee in your hands, made just the way you like it, before grinning mischievously in a way that has you feeling ill at ease.
and ten minutes later, you find yourself on top of a hill. overlooking the woods, and a big lake below you, no city lights visible no matter where you turn — god knows where he’s taken you, but it’s pretty.
breathtaking, even. all frost and wildlife and peace, sweet solitude, tiny flowers blooming on the patches of grass around you. a murder of crows takes flight in the distance, scattering into the indigo of the sky.
gojo grins, boyish and bright, excited breaths turning into vapour as he speaks. awfully proud of himself.
”i can’t take you on vacation, but —”
he drags you with him, arm looped around your own, plopping down on the ground. not before taking off his jacket, to cover the ground beneath you. grass tickles the skin of your palms, as you comfortably spread your legs, making sure to sit as close to him as possible.
and your heart softens a little.
because he’s mentioned it, before; how it’d be nice to go on a road trip, someday, just the two of you. all around the world, wherever the wind takes you. basking in that feeling of freedom. it’s no more than a fever dream, though, with how busy satoru is, the responsibilities you both shoulder.
so this’ll have to do. that’s probably what he’s thinking.
”the sun’ll rise soon. it’ll be pretty, i promise,” he beams, so close that you feel his warm breath on your skin. that you can see the dimples on his cheeks, his barely visible freckles.
”oh, so that’s why you woke me up so early.”
his smile widens. ”nice, right? i wanted to surprise you. d’you like it?”
a smile blooms on your lips, in tandem with his, honeyed and content. indulgent. gojo looks at it, and immediately knows your answer.
”yeah. it’s really pretty out here,” you face forward, taking a deep breath, fresh morning air entering your lungs. cool and crisp, stirring your sleepy mind. ”kinda nostalgic.”
satoru hums, and follows your lead. looking ahead, admiring the beauty of an empty world.
the big lake looks like a mirror, from here, glittering in the peripheral of your vision. the sun licks at the frozen sky, not quite breaking through, not entirely ready to rise — but it paints everything a rusty gold and you can almost feel spring shining through, taste it on your tongue, that promise of something better, something more concrete. a warmth you don’t have to question.
a warmth that’ll stay with you for a long time to come.
it takes about ten seconds for the man by your side to start speaking, again, shattering the peaceful silence. but you don’t mind. his voice is nice, a mellow melody to your morning-fatigued brain.
side by side, you wait for the sun to rise. sharing hushed whispers and laughter, like two kids having a sleepover. like nothing exists but the space that cocoons you, wraps you up in a nostalgia so palpable the entire world feels like a fond memory.
(it makes you feel a millenia younger.)
satoru giggles like a child, telling you about something shoko said, or something megumi did, and you don’t miss a single word that spills from his glossy lips. hanging on to every word he’s willing to give to you.
he looks so unbothered, like this. eyes crinkling, humming some tune you don’t recognize, like a little nightingale ready to take flight into the skies.
you part your lips, admiring his features. every patch of skin you can see. words making themselves manifest, hungry to see inside his brain, to know more about him. a fascination that’s never quite left you — though now you think it may be better described as love. ”hey, satoru?”
at the sound of his name, he turns to you. the weight of his eyes feels so light, like this. those blessed eyes staring into yours. he tilts his head, a smile playing at his lips. ”mm?”
”if you could go anywhere you wanted, where would you be right now?”
satoru blinks.
he looks at you, a mild surprise flitting through the lines of his face, as he takes you in. measures the weight of your words.
then he smiles, again. lopsided, almost a smirk, rich with amusement. a hum buzzes in his throat, like a butterfly itching to break out.
”.. you teasing me?”
a huff fills the air. ”it’s a genuine question!” you insist, moving your leg to nudge his own. ”c’mon. anywhere in the world. i’m just curious.”
another hum. he narrows his eyes, playfully, biting at the inside of his cheek to hold back a chuckle when that makes you grumble. pouting softly, tilting your head. he’s amused, you can tell.
but he closes his eyes, lashes fluttering, glimmering with morning dew. and you can tell he’s taking you seriously. tasting the question on his tongue.
something shines in his eyes, when he opens them again; crinkling at the corners, soft lines of crows’ feet. you can almost see that burst of aquamarine, breaking through the black glass of his shades. like the laws of physics can’t contain it. and he smiles, as always, a smile so beautiful you wish you could live on the curve of his lips. flimsy, no teeth peeking out, no dimples to admire. but sweet. slathered with honey, as sincere as can be.
his voice comes out a little raspy, tainted with a tinge of fatigue, a smokey residue that sticks to the walls of his throat. but it's genuine, like he just woke up, like he's too sleepy to be dishonest. like every word he says can be no more or less than the absolute truth.
and when he turns to face you, tilting his head enough for you to see that shade of blue you love so dearly, his eyes shine with an honestly so palpable you feel like you’re being devoured.
satoru parts his lips.
”right next to you.”
a moment passes. silent, endless, no sound to be heard but the beating of your own heart.
at last, the sun breaks through that layer of frost, peeking up from the boundary of the world — and the morning begins to thaw. streaks of sunlight cascade down the contours of his handsome face, painting him a mellow gold, and it’s almost enough to distract you from the warmth of his hand finding yours.
for a moment, satoru looks unsure. smile shifting in the light, into something slightly stiff, and you know that means he's nervous. silent, as he wets his glossy lips. pink tongue tasting strawberry chapstick.
then he’s leaning forward.
it’s chaste, the kiss he plants on your forehead, soft as the flutter of a butterfly’s wings. but it lingers, even after he’s pulled back — a warmth on your skin. a silent declaration.
he doesn't have to say anything. when you look up at him you can see the red flush of his ears, and when you strain your ears you can hear all those unspoken whispers. the sentiment neither of you will ever have to say out loud, because you know. it’s there. and it means everything.
and you know that for as long as you live, you’ll both have this. one single thread of normalcy, in your unorthodox existences, one single glimmer of something almost entirely good. something that heals, something that isn’t a blessing and a curse all in one. something soft to the touch.
there’s no need to find the right words for it. there never was.
”kinda looks like melted ice cream.”
the words pull you out of your stupor. satoru’s looking at the sky, and you follow his gaze, watching the sunrise in tandem with him.
it’s beautiful. soft clouds melting into pinks and oranges, dappling sunbeams lapping at the trees, a saffron shade washing over the empty world in front of you. a world that may not be so empty, after all, because you hear crows in the distance, and someone’s fishing by the lake, and you think you spot a squirrel in the tree closest to you.
and you have someone, right next to you, right by your side. someone who won’t ever leave.
sometimes, loving satoru gojo feels a little like strolling on the edge of a cliff. like one wrong step could have you tumbling down, a mess of broken bones and unspoken words. but if you do stumble and fall — you know he’ll be waiting at the bottom of the precipice. arms outstretched, wearing that same innocent grin, ready to hoist you both back up.
so you know it’ll be fine.
swallowing down a bout of fresh laughter, like a flower unfurling in your chest, petals brushing against your ribcage, you give in. opting to bask in the moment, in his presence.
”yeah,” you puff out a chuckle, head slumping against satoru’s shoulder. he makes a little noise of approval, and your grin grows. ”it does.”
he doesn’t say anything. smiling, wordlessly, admiring the way the sun kisses up your collarbone. lighting up your face. and you bask in his warmth, how right it feels to be tucked into his side. how safe he feels, even now. how safe you make him feel.
you look at the man to your left, and he looks back at you, and that wonderful unnamed something unfurls inside your chest again. and, without having to speak it aloud, you know it will continue to do so.
many, many years later, he’ll still be satoru, and you’ll still be you. the distance between you will be what it always was; breachable.
and that will be enough.
#someone sedate me i giggled while writing this. im so in love w this stupid weasel#this is rly just my attempt at writing a more canon-aligned gojo and the kinda-sorta relationship i could see him having in canon#i firmly believe that he’d feel most at peace w a love that sits somewhere right between platonic n romantic !!#”me n the bestie <3” (selfie of u wearing matching rings)#its the kinda love that u dont need to label bc its just There. its just love !! a love that comes easy#im happy w how this particular gojo turned out i think!! :'3 hes my lil baby#in other news hes so bambi coded ☹️ i need to nurse him back to health#listen to capable of love by pinkpantheress btw its so gojo to me#jjk x reader#jjk#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#jjk fluff#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jjk x gender neutral reader#gojo fluff#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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could i request k3 from the prompt list with platonic nanami kento? thank you!
Home Sweet Home
Yandere Uncle!Nanami x Niece!Reader
Warnings: Yandere themes, face slapping, murderous undertones, isolation punishment
“There’s no use trying to run. This is your home now.”
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You thought Nanami was just supposed to look after you for a couple of days. You thought it was just going to be until your parents come home from their trip. Uncle Kento, well, is now telling you that your parents got into a very bad accident. He’s telling you that they’re not coming home, and that you’ll be living with him from now on.
Horrified by this information, you begin to cry into his shoulder. He holds you, gently, firmly, just like his personality. He holds you the way you need to be held right now with an arm across your back and one hand on the back of your neck to keep you close to him. You sniffle and cry into his blue button up shirt, but he doesn’t mind the water works.
It’s understandable after all. He lost his brother and sister-in-law after all. It was a “tragic car accident” after all. He knows you’ll just need time to heal and adjust.
But as that time continues on and you’re not healing or adjusting, Uncle Kento feels the need to keep a closer eye on you. He feels the need to watch over you more than he was in the beginning.
Soon, it becomes a battle of wills. His firmness against your stubborn nature. Who will break first? It certainly won’t be you. You’re moody and growing, you’re sad about the death of your parents, depressed even. You can’t get a break from your loving uncle.
There’s a day, at dinner, he looks over at you with those goofy glasses on his face. “I know you’ve been missing your parents, so I want to ask how you’d feel about calling me ‘Dad’?”
You look at him with a frown, eyebrows raised slightly and cinched together, E/C orbs narrowed straight at his sharp features. “What?”
He sets down his chopsticks. “I think you should start calling me that. You lack a parental figure in your life, and I can’t fulfill the role as just your uncle.”
“Are you serious? You think you can just replace my dad? He was your brother! How can you say something so fucked up like that?”
Kento can now see you’re starting to become very emotional over this. He sighs, needing you to know this isn’t coming from a place of malice…just slight jealousy. “Young lady, don’t curse at me like that. This isn’t me trying to replace your father. This is me trying to give you what you need.”
You smack your hand down on the table. “I don’t need you, and I don’t need this either!” You stand up, grab your jacket from the closet, and head towards the door while trying to wrangle the coat on.
You hear the footsteps behind you growing closer and closer before you feel a hand close around your upper arm.
“What, Uncle Kento?” Frustration seeps into your words, tangling around them like wire.
“You’re not leaving. You haven’t even finished your dinner.*
“Fuck dinner! I’m not going to let you try and replace my dead father. You’re crazy! Insane!”
“Stop. Stop acting so irrational.”
You point your finger at his chest. “The only one being irrational here is you, jackass.”
You hear it before you feel it: the tidal wave that is the back of his hand. Skin and knuckles slamming into your cheek. His large paw makes the entire right side of your face feel swollen. You feel dizzy, brains rattled and sloshing around in your skull as you reach out to something for balance.
When all is clear and your eyes meet the stern gaze of Kento Nanami, you bite your quivering lip and stifle all emotions.
“Your crass language won’t be tolerated. Is that understood.”
You feel your jaw, your stinging cheek, even your temple as you glare directly up at him. “All I understand is that it seems like you’re not all that upset about your brother’s death.”
Grabbing you by the ear, Nanami drags you towards your room, but once he gets there, he doesn’t just stop. No, he continues over to your closet before shoving you into the dark space and locking it from the outside. He loves you. He needs to do this for you to respect him. He needs you to learn to call him “Dad” because he knows that this is what’s best for you. Soon enough, you’ll start to see things his way.
Banging on the door, you scream for him to let you out. All he does is shake his blonde head as he walks towards the exit of your room.
“There’s no use trying to run. This is your home now,” are his last words before shutting your door.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#triggering content#triggering themes#yandere x darling#yandere themes#jjk#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#platonic yandere#platonic yandere uncle#kento nanami#nanami kento#yandere nanami#platonic yandere nanami#uncle nanami
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Husband!Toji x Wife!reader
basically life as Toji's wife and Megumi's mama (this is my way of coping lmao)
"Please baby? Just a quickie-just the tip."
The rays of the early morning were seeping through the blinds of your and Toji's bedroom. It was around 6 AM, the time where most people (not me tho) head up and start their day. But here your husband was, on top of you, kissing along your neck while his hand trailed down to your core. Hushed giggles were heard in the room as he slowly humped you. "Toji-Babe stop! Megumi might wake up" You attempted to push at his chest, which of course you fail, but still he kissed you just to say against your lips "He's just a little kid, no kid wakes up at 6 in the morning, and besides it's been a while since we did it y'know" He let out a frustrated sigh. He loved his son of course, he was his pride and joy, but damn he was always sticking by your side. You kept giggling as he kissed you all over, cheeks, nose, lips, neck. You felt his hand lower and grope your ass which made you whine, maybe you did need this. The make out session became heated, you both were taking your clothes off quietly when-
"Mama?" A sleepy little toddler Megumi opened the door, yawning and rubbing his eyes. You quickly pushed Toji off of you and put your shirt back on as Toji placed his sweatpants back on. "Mama? What are you doing with papa?" "Oh nothing baby! we were just playin around, why are you up so early gumi?" You sent an unserious glare at Toji as you smiled and he chuckled. "I'm hungry... up up" Megumi made grabby hands at you, in which you responded by carrying him and kissing his chubby cheeks.
The morning was spent with you cooking some pancakes as Toji played with Megumi at the table, playing rock paper scissors, where the loser would have to be tickled, Toji always won of course. You served Megumi the pancakes while you and Toji ate omelette with rice. You would watch as Toji would cut up the pancakes into little pieces, while you would wipe Megumi's chin with a tissue whenever he would make a mess while eating. It truly felt like home. While Toji was washing the dishes, and Megumi playing with his toys at the living room, you kissed Toji's cheek then smacked his ass hard. This surprised Toji, but at the same time he was kinda used to these antics of yours, you would always spank his ass, grab his chest, or bite his arms. He smirked which highlighted the scar that you loved so much, and decided to get revenge. He took you and bent you over the counter gently, just to spank your ass hard, which caused you to yelp. In both of yours horror Megumi saw the whole thing, and was about to cry, when he charged at Toji and started hitting and punching his legs "Bad papa! What are you doin don't hurt mama!!" "Ow, ouch-hey! Little brat we were just playing-ow! Y/N do something!!" But you were on the floor, laughing hysterically. Eventually though you did stop Megumi "Gumi baby look! Mama's alright see? It's all good!" You were wiping his tears when Megumi hugged you, and you carried him away to the living room. You urged Toji to "apologize" and he did of course, he didn't want his son thinking that he was hurting his mom or anything. After a while Megumi soon forgot about the whole thing. Or at least you thought so, because when you all went grocery shopping, he would tell the cashier that his dad hit his mom's butt.
a/n: im crying idk why but this made me want to get married and have a kid LMAO
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Hello, I am a first timer here. I would like to humbly request something. Can I please request for a Platonic Nanami and adopted daughter reader. The reader is not used to a normal environment and they are used to fighting and surviving
Girl Dad Transformation
I’ve been stewing over this so hard bc it’s been giving me the cutest ideas!!!! And ofc Yuuji is so big brother coded here.
Notes: F!reader, brotherly!Yuuji, Nanami and his adopted daughter 🥺. That’s it.
Nanami didn’t think about the long term impact of adopting the orphaned sorcerer. Surely he wouldn’t change that much…
All he knew was there was a 5 year old girl clutching her only toy- a stuffed bear, who could see ‘scary monsters’ and no longer had any family, thanks to the curse that was tormenting humans for fun; he was just a little too late.
The poor thing was terrified. In the blink of an eye his hand was seized by a freezing, much smaller one with a death grip.
Nanami got you looked at by Shoko and you refused to let go of him the entire time. By the looks of it, you were malnourished and you frequently got injured from curses. Your home life was fairly unstable too, financial issues and absent-detached parents. Shoko got a lot more information from you than he ever expected, piecing together some of your history from your seemingly unrelated answers, as children do.
“She’s going to have to stay for observation, probably several weeks until we can get her healthy enough. She’s going to need a special diet too, I haven’t seen a case this bad in a long time and she’s too young for cursed energy.”
His heart was crushed for you, when was the last time you had somewhere stable? “Why are you telling me?”
“You found her, she’s clearly attached to you and you know you can’t turn away now. You look at her like she’s Itadori. It’s just until I can find a place for her at a home or foster.” Shoko never fails with her dead pan demeanor and sass.
She was also right.
He looked back at you, you were passed out in your hospital bed covered by several blankets and hugging your bear. Finally, you were warming up. Finding you a home could take months if you went to a foster or orphanage… “Don’t bother,” he swallowed thickly, “I will adopt her.”
Shoko’s face softened further, “You can’t go back on it, you already earned her trust. If you’re really sure then I think this will be good for both of you.”
He did his best to be at your bedside when he could, and you were quiet but clearly in need of comfort. Your favorite thing to do was have him read to you with cartoons on a low volume in the background. “Nami, book?” Nanami picked up a book off the stack Shoko brought and started reading. No complaints, and after the first few days he didn’t bother hiding his smile anymore.
He spent a fortune on converting his spare bedroom into yours. He didn’t even know what 5 year olds liked, but according to the first years and Shoko, he needed to make sure you had various toys (he bought everything Yuuji pointed out to him- Yuuji definitely went overboard but Nanami didn’t stop him), clothes and of course you’d need signed up for school.
When the adoption was final and he brought you home for the first time, he was thoroughly instructed how to parent by then, he was ready.
You… weren’t. Not yet. You didn’t know that your room was yours. All the toys and clothes, everything was yours. ‘Nami’ kept the ‘scary monsters’ away too…
“Hey it’s okay honey, I know it’s a big change.” He wiped the tears from your chubby cheeks and smiled softly. “You belong here, you’re safe now.”
A grown up was taking care of you, for good this time.
It was a journey every day but worth it as you came out of your shell, and he encouraged you with a gentle hand. Of course there were setbacks too. He wasn’t perfect, he definitely wasn’t good at laundry at first.
He was new to parenting and it was exhaustingly difficult to navigate yet he was completely whipped for you, never turning down a tea party or invitation to watch cartoons together. He became a complete girl dad overnight.
All it took was, “Nami! Play!” And he’d be on the floor in the living room playing with the doll you handed him.
You started eating more, even requesting different meals when he asked what you were in the mood to eat. “Nami, can we have soba?”
Nanami couldn’t say no to you. “Soba sounds great.” He’d have the softest smile on his face too.
You played more often, and eventually made friends! Yuuji claimed the title as your first friend but you were encouraged to make more- he helped you practice asking your classmates about themselves and how to invite them to play with you.
And Nanami… he never forced you to call him dad. He loved you more than he ever thought possible. He was always proud to call you his daughter, bragging about your excellent kindergarten grades and your recent achievement of becoming the line leader at school for the week.
But the first time you did happened a month in, while doing your bedtime routine and picking out a night night story. Instead of ‘Nami’ he was gifted: “Daddy, can you read the star book?” He let out a tear and hugged you tight.
Nanami tucked you in, kissed your forehead and sat on the edge of your bed, “Yeah honey, I’ll read you the star book.”
Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open and stay tuned <3
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I was thinking.....Satoru Gojo with an older brother reader.
KIND OF SECOND PART
Whether you were several years older than Satoru or just a year, as soon as he was born you were completely forgotten by the entire Gojo clan, of course, they kept you alive and continued to love you, but you were definitely no longer a priority at all unlike your younger brother born with the Six Eyes.
It hurts at first, but you quickly realize that it's actually not such a good thing to be your little brother. He is spoiled non-stop, yes, but even when he is just a baby, you see how the rest of the clans see him as a threat, a nuisance, something more than a someone.
and that hurts you even more.
so you decide to be a good older brother to Satoru, even if he has the world on his shoulders, you always try to let him be as much of a child as possible.whether it's spoiling him with candy, taking him out of training sessions, showing him Digimon games(he thanks You this FOR LIFE), etc.
and Satoru is no stranger to this.
everyone knows it, he is a spoiled child when it comes to his "big older brother" who, although weaker than him, definitely keeps very close while they grow up. Satoru is very grateful that you tried to give him a childhood even if it was not possible due to his context, you treated him with great affection that was different from the others, it was tender, sweet, genuine.
Thanks to this you always had more "control" over Satoru than everyone in the Gojo clan, either to make him behave or at least not make so many problems.
Satoru literally changed his face completely when it was YOU who spoke to him. Did you see that scene where he was walking through the city alone when he was a kid? You can bet you were looking for him for a solid half hour and when he saw you he said, "don't look at me weaklings" to "howdy Big bro :D" in seconds.
In general Satoru is very clingy with his older brother, if he has to go out with him, he is attached to his leg or his hand, on his shoulders, on a piggyback, etc. His personal favorite is when his brother carries him, with his arms around his neck and his legs curled up, he can even fall asleep like that.
and rest assured that Satoru fiercely protects his older brother, even if he is not weak, the difference in power between the two is overwhelming, so Satoru will not hesitate to go on the defensive for his brother. not only in battle, but also against ignorant people who try to harm him in some way, be it tarnishing his reputation, making him feel less than, any of those things are a great offense in Satoru's eyes, he is not going to tolerate it.
He only becomes more attached to his brother as he grows up, if you have a girlfriend/boyfriend, Satoru will be judging them non-stop, for him no one is worthy of his brother, but if they make you happy, he is happy, but they would have to meet a minimum number of requirements to enter the family (even the Gojo Clan backs him up with this).
Satoru greatly appreciates his brother's ideology now that he is in Jujutsu Tech, now that he believes he understands better what it means to be the strongest. but when reality hits him with what happened with Geto and Amanai, his brother is the first to console him, even thinking that he has failed them in some way, because HE is supposed to be the older brother who protects the younger one, and that he cannot that he was completely young, he feels that he completely failed Satoru. that he has been a bad brother.
and Satoru will not listen to this nonsense.
Satoru refuses to let you put yourself down and your efforts to take care of him, to avoid all this, you are the best brother he could ask for. the only.
(imagine his reaction when he found out that Satoru had impulsively adopted a child from someone who almost killed him and he KILLED on top of it)
Both brothers mature as the years go by, you may even have your own family (with someone you love who miraculously passed the requirements of the Gojo and Satoru) and if you have children, damn, Satoru would spoil them SOOOOO much, he's the quintessential funny uncle(and handsome, he says)
Gojo's coworkers don't understand, how the hell does someone like Gojo of all people have a sweet, thoughtful family man as a brother? It is a mystery to everyone.
Satoru would be somewhat calmer if his brother decides not to continue being a sorcerer, but if he continues to be a sorcerer, he will definitely make him go on all his missions with him, his brother is not like him and he knows it, they both have the same ideas, they hate the ones in charge, and they REFUSE to let these kids' youth be stolen-
but Satoru does not have a family to return to, Satoru does not have a home with people who depend on him in a genuine and loving way, his brother does. but the higher ups wouldn't be bothered if he died simply because it's not him
For the same reason, Satoru Gojo will protect the weak even if it seems exhausting, he will save the world if necessary, because also in this world is his brother,and also the world that his brother wants to protect is only the most precious thing to him, who is only half of his.
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BIG BROTHER'S HERE ● Older brother!Suguru & Baby sibling!Reader
You've been having nightmares about monsters lurking in your closet for a couple of days now. Suguru, your older brother, knows something is wrong with you.
Pairings: Platonic Geto Suguru & Baby sibling!Reader
Warning: Not proofread. Expect mistakes and edits!
If there's one thing Suguru had always been sure of, is that he knew you
Your parents had you when he was nine, most ten, so innocent and excited to be a big brother
He got to see you when you were just a bundle of hospital cloth, loud whines, and large eyes
No, really, your eyes took half of your face
You were the cutest thing he'd ever seen
From that day on, Suguru had sworn to be the best big brother to ever exist
He'd teach you everything he knew, help you with anything you wanted, and always protect you
Family and friends even called him your "second dad" whenever they saw Suguru putting you to sleep or feeding you or playing with you or...
Yeah, the kid loved being glued to you
Sure, he still had friends and his own interests like any other kid his age
But Suguru would rather be caught dead than to give up chances to spend time with you
He even begged his parents to let him take you outside in your stroller for sunlight and fresh air
It took then a little bit, but they eventually allowed him
Their neighborhood was safe, there were rarely any kidnapping cases around, and they only let him once you were one and he was eleven
As you grew up, Suguru definitely honored his promise by being the closest person to you
Always near, always helping, always nurturing
He knew your favorite type of baby food, the exact warmth you liked it at, the blankets you favored and the toys you never allowed anyone to take
Suguru would take naps with you on his chest, sing you to sleep when you woke up screaming, and play with you until you exhausted yourself
He was always there for you, especially when your parents were busy
So much so, in fact, that your first words weren't mama or papa
It was gu–gu
Yeah, some could say you were just being a baby and babbling, but he knew better
Because you had looked up at him, grabbed his hand with your tiny ones, and said it with a big smile
Don't tell anyone, but he definitely cried while hugging you
You'd eventually be able to say Sugu, then Suguru when you learned to roll your tongue, but Suguru would always hold that memory dear to his heart
And so, years passed quickly
Perhaps too quickly for your big brother, who would always feel his heart ache a little when his baby sibling didn't need help to do basic things anymore
But he was happy, overjoyed, that you grew into a happy and healthy child, always so energetic and ready for any play or challenge
Of course, you two had your disagreements at times, because kids will be kids and Suguru reached puberty when you were four and learning how to be bratty and contrary
However, compared to so many other siblings in the world, Suguru was proud to say you were definitely the closest of siblings
There wasn't a single thing he didn't know about you
That's why, now that you were seven and learning taking a more introverted personality like his own, your big brother immediately knew something was wrong with you once you started getting sleepier throughout the day
Blinking slowly, barely eating, nodding off whenever the two of you watched cartoons
And, now seventeen and keenly aware of so much evil in this world, Suguru immediately sought to fix the problem
The moment Suguru picked you up from school he knew he was going to talk to you about what was happening. It didn't seem to be the kids or teachers in your school, since the moment you walked out and saw him you were smiling and happy like aways, that rush of energy still in you from playing with your friends.
"Suguru!" You called out for him, quickly saying your goodbyes to the kids around you and running towards your tall big brother who stood out in the middle of all the waiting moms. "You're early!"
Suguru picked you up the moment you got close enough, making you squeal and giggle as he settled him on his broad back, smiling softly at how your small hands settled on his shoulders.
"We got let out earlier," He explained and waved a quick polite greeting at your teacher before leaving, beginning the trek back home. "Satoru wanted to go to the arcade but I missed my baby today."
You giggled again, a sound that never failed to make Suguru relax and forget all his troubles, if only for a moment, and rested your head in the crook of his neck. "'Toru is a big baby, not me!"
"Hmm, maybe you're both babies?"
"No, not me, 'Toru," You shook your head and Suguru avoided people walking around easily, being so tall and nimble had its advantages. "I'm getting bigger and bigger, and Toru acts like a child when I do not."
Well, he couldn't argue with that.
Instead, Suguru started asking you about your day like he always did and, like he expected, you couldn't even make it through half of your rant about the teacher taking away the yellow sharpies from everyone before falling asleep on his back, completely out.
Which, that in itself wouldn't be bad, but you used to spend hours after school talking his ears off, drawing, and insisting to watch cartoons. He sighed and moved you to his front, hugging you to his chest protectively, so worried he could feel a headache stab the back of his head.
Suguru was a special grade sorcerer, top of the class, and the most reliable when it came to problem solving skills, but most of all Suguru was the best big brother there is and he was going to fix whatever was wrong with you.
Like he always did.
That day, after you napped for a couple of hours, Suguru sat you down on the couch once he made sure you ate and showered
While he detangled your hair from the mess it had became in School, he started slow
Asking you if there was anything going on these days
If you were having any troubles in school
Maybe a bully or a new interest that was keeping you up?
It took a bit of digging, because Unfortunately, you two were very much alike
Which meant you also hid your anxieties and problems, even if Suguru always ended up finding out anyway
With a couple of deep breaths, you explained why you hadn't been able to sleep these days
Every night for the past week, you were getting nightmares
Nightmares about monsters, hideous creatures that would suck people's happiness then eat them bit by bit
And every time you woke up gasping and afraid, the door to your closet was open the slighest bit
Hesitantly, like you were afraid of being called a liar or made fun of, you told you brother you swore you saw something inside
Watching you. Waiting for something. Hungry.
And Suguru?
Not once did Suguru stop gently brushing your hair, keeping his hands steady and movements soft, which had a calming effect on you
But god, he could feel his body shaking under his skin
Fury threatening to bubble and spill over
Because those vivid nightmares, your exhaustion, the way you always looked so drained each morning...
He knew exactly what that meant and he couldn't possibly be angrier
Instead of scaring you with the face he was doing, Suguru started drying your hair, and once you finished talking, he hugged you close, comforting you
"It's alright, little one, I got you, big brother's got you."
That night, Suguru easily convinced you to have a sleepover in his room, full of your favorite stuffed animals and blankets
And when you were all tuckered out after talking tons and watching your favorite movie, snoring softly under Suguru's heavy covers, the teen left his room quietly
Slowly, he made his way towards yours
Shadows followed his every step, licking at his feet and dancing with each breath he took
The air shifted as he made his way inside, closing your door behind you, like it knew he was there
He pulled the door to your closet open, his movements ghostly as rage made his purple eyes almost glow in the night
The curse inside, a weak, puny thing he hadn't been able to sense, trembled under the taste of his erratic cursed energy
So pathetic and small
Fucking inconsequential
That thing dared to mess with his baby sibling
Make his baby sibling lose sleep as it sucked happiness and energy
So he did it slowly
Ripped it in pieces, bit by bit, until it was but a splatter on the floor
That night, he went back to his room after washing his hands and face, heart beating fast from the hatred coursing through his veins
Suguru lifted the blankets and tucked himself by your side, pulling you gently until he was curled around you
Then, only then, as you slept fitfully in his arms, safe and peaceful, he was able to calm down and relax
He would do better, grow stronger, kill every curse that dared to step food in a 100 mile radious of you
But Suguru knew there needed to be change
Curses had to disappear completely, one way or another
And Suguru would find a way, if not for the safety of his friends, then for yours
He would never let anything hurt you
No matter the cost
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choso n how sweet he would be to his little sister ~ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ he would be so gentle with her n so scared to touch her cuz he thinks his hands r too calloused ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა oh but he's so so protective ! he carries her around n loves it when she calls her 'big brother' ! choso and yuji love her so so much and love taking care of her ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა they're so cutiesssss
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Gojo taking care of child/baby reader 😼‼️
I get baby fever so…
(His eyes are mad pretty-)
Your mother had you and left you, you had Gojo’s features likes his eyes you had his personality more.
Gojo was pretty sad that your mother left but on the bright side he had you :D! Little Y/n, his sunshine his pride and joy, his reason of even existing minus being the strongest person in jjk universe
No matter how many fans he has you’ll always be his biggest fan.
And he’s always your biggest fan :D! He’d support your dreams no matter what, wanna be a artist? He’ll get you into art school. Wanna be a musical Artist? He’ll help you, wanna learn instruments? Which one he’ll look for classes.
Don’t fear papa Gojo is here, nightmares? BEGONE! 🤺🤺
Gojo would stay in your room until you fall asleep :) all these monsters fear him RAHHH
You ask the question ‘where’s mommy/mama/mom’ Satoru? Erm.. Sataru 😘😘. He’d turn into a girl, walk in high-heels, wear a wig that matches your hair color, puts on different color contacts.
Mommy Daughter events in school will be attended 😠 you will not feel left out!
Meeting Megumi, Nobara and Itadori they adored you. Nobara Itadori and you went shopping while Megumi focused on your smarts, he’d help you with your homework and helped you study even if Nobara and Itadori called him boring.
Nanami just like Megumi would help you with your studies rather then playing with you though if you pass a test or a semester Nanami would be proud of you and take you wherever you want.
Your first day of school crushed Gojo 😞!! Nanami side eye’d him “your baby will only be gone for a few hours” Gojo looked at the school “MY BABBYYYYYYYY😭” Nanami rolled his eyes.
He gets separation anxiety when you leave him :(
He gets told by others that you should be signed up for modeling but he don’t think so, he doesn’t want you to be bombarded with Fans
He definitely tells you that the opposite gender has cooties he doesn’t want his little angel to grow up too fast :(
When you start dating Nanami would be more on the “no. No dating. No boys no girls no nothing” while Gojo is like “Erm..No 😒 he’s ugly” or “No. her personailty is wack” He’s like a bestie
You had the perfect childhood ml<3
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Love, Hate, Love.
✩࿐ summary: shoko reminisces.
warning(s): death, description of gore, angst, hurt no comfort, depression, bit of a character study(?), sad yuri. wc; 3.2k
pairing(s): ieiri shoko/fem!gojo!reader.
a/n: this is kinda messy, but i love shoko and wanted to write something for her so :3 excuse anything that just
SHOKO STARED DOWN AT THE BODY OF ITADORI YUJI AND SHE FELT AN ARRAY OF EMOTIONS.
Disdain. Anger. Frustration. Confusion. Exhaustion. Slight, slight sadness. Emptiness.
She didn’t know Itadori Yuji well. She had only met him for a few minutes when he was passed out and thrown onto one of the many medical bay beds by Gojo. Had patched up the rather small cuts and bruises, listened as the tall teacher described the King of Curses. Then sent him on his way.
Shoko hadn’t seen Itadori again until he was a corpse on her table.
It wasn’t that Shoko was sadden by this strange boy’s loss. Not entirely. She had no attachments or thoughts on the boy. Even when he had gotten everyone talking.
No, it was more about what Itadori Yuji represented in that moment.
Death was a common thing to happen within their world. Every day it was something new. Whether it be non-sorcerer, sorcerer, or a random animal, there was death to be following. Random at most, but there were few instances where it was intentional. Where the grapevine of gossip lead to something catastrophic. That it lead to the death of a young sorcerer with great potential.
Itadori hadn’t been the first to die. And he certainly wasn’t the last.
No. No, Shoko could recall her first vividly.
First, it had been Yomada Han in their first year. A third year that had been the last of his class. He’d run into a trouble, died messily. It’d been the first time she dissected a body. The first time she threw up over it too. It’d been the first time she had a cigarette too.
He’d been sent off to slaughter because of his hand in some clan mess. They thought it was justification enough for his murder death.
Dissecting and seeing death got a little easier from then. Shoko didn’t throw up anymore. She didn’t get angry or question why someone was on her slab. It was just what happened. She came to accept it.
The second had been… well, Gojo Y/N.
Shoko was still unclear on what exactly happened that day. She can just recall the dread and sickness that flushed over her when she saw her sprawled out on the cot. The way Gojo’s voice shook and pleaded with her— desperately trying to appease to Shoko’s good side as if she hadn’t wanted to save her. As if that’s the only thing Shoko wanted to do.
She’d seen a lot by then. Geto’s chest wide open, the insides of various students and curses, bloody limbs. But she had never seen something quite like that.
It was so surreal to have been speaking to someone a day before, smiling and laughing, sharing touches and secrets. Then have half of their brains scattered on your table the next.
Still and silent. The entire time she had been still and silent.
It was all so sickening.
Shoko hadn’t even been able to take a step towards her before she was throwing up the food she’d consumed in the last 24 hours. Tears flushing down her cheeks and bile rising in her throat. Brains trailed into the room and blood dripped from the end of the table onto the ground like a leaky faucet.
She was sick. She was sick. Shoko couldn’t stop being sick.
Then, she hadn’t been sure what to do as the white haired boy pleaded and cried. As his twin remained limp in his hold. Shoko had just watched with trembling lips, shaking hands pressed against her mouth.
She was dead before she was even found.
Shoko had concluded such during the autopsy. As she pushed tears away behind her protective goggles, cutting into her… her….(what? Her friend? Her friend.) As she cut into her friend’s bones and body. Gojo Y/N had been dead the moment the curse made contact and dealt the blow. The moment her skull cracked open and her brain turned to mush, she was gone.
At least, that’s what she reassured Gojo and Geto (and herself) with.
"They said it was a Grade Two," Gojo had said in a whisper, slumped in his seat, eyes uncharacteristically vacant as he stared at the ground. A hollowness that embraced them all was evident and clear. "They sent her with Nanami and Haibara because it was a Grade Two. So why are they both dead? Why is my sister dead? Why was it a fucking Local Deity? It was a Special Grade!"
Gojo had broken down then. A mess of rage full tears as he uttered on about how it was a mistake. One that costed his other half, since birth, to die. It was surreal to see the Strongest reduced to this. A bumbling mess. While he tried to piece together the puzzle of death. As he questioned the justification behind his sister’s death.
Shoko had wished she was afforded the same.
"Satoru," Geto had whispered, oddly blank and hollow himself. As he always had been back then. For a year he’d been a husk of who he once was. Body always tense, always frail and alert. Tired and withering. "You know how she is… was. She would’ve tried saving Haibara no matter the grade."
Haibara had been the third.
He held out longer than her. Given that she’d jumped in front of the curse to save him. Still, he’d been split in half. Nanami only retrieving his upper half with a pale face and hollow eyes. Still, he died.
What was the point of her dying if the one she saved died too?
Shoko wasn’t sure
And neither was Gojo.
"Yeah, and now there two dead sorcerers!" Gojo had shot from his chair. Fast enough that it bounced off the wall and made a horrible sound throughout the empty hallway. Shoko could recall the way she flinched back the moment she felt Gojo's technique fire up. A barrier between him and the people he cared about. An unrelenting and unchecked power that kept his rage contained. "W-Who even cares about Haibara—?"
"Satoru." Geto's tone had darkened considerably. His face shadowed under the flickering fluorescent lights. Any other time Shoko would've ran away. She would've made some comment about them being annoying trash, then stalk off with her in her shadow.
Not now. Not ever again.
Gojo's face crumbled, he grew desperate at Geto's call, "I... Why does it have to be her?" His eyes split to Shoko, narrowed and angry. "I thought you could do something."
Shoko, taken aback, had tensed. "Half of her brain—"
"You love her, right?" Gojo had continued, ruthlessly, "Right?"
A nod.
"Then you should've saved her!"
"Satoru!" Geto's hand wrapped around Gojo's arm, pulling him away. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm wrong?"
"Yes!"
"What the fuck do you know, Suguru?"
"What do I know? I know that you're..."
Their voices had faded away as Shoko stared endlessly at Gojo's previous spot. A well of tears collecting in her eyes as her hands buried deep within her pockets, clenched and shaking. Her technique was great, it was amazing. She'd done a lot even before she was 18.
So why couldn't she save her?
It stuck around with her for a long time. Well after Gojo had stomped off with tears flowing down his face. Well after Geto had conjured up the last bits of his fake kindness and apologized, tried to comfort Shoko. Well after she was alone in her dorm, holding onto the pieces of her that were suddenly all Shoko had left.
Death was sudden. It was the last curtain call. In their line of work, there was usually no time for goodbyes or last words. Much like this situation. It was inevitable and everyone would meet their making sooner or later— it was only a matter of when. It was better to accept you wouldn't get nice little bows in at the end of your life instead of constantly thinking about it.
Still, Shoko had wondered if there was a possibility she could've saved her. Wondered what she would've said in her last moments if she had the chance to say goodbye.
It was a bad downward spiral to commit herself to. Especially when she was alone in the dark, laying in her bed, staring endlessly at the ceiling above.
It was flat-out dangerous to wonder when she was wrist deep in her chest cavity.
Shoko was best for it. Allegedly. She was the best bet to tell them all exactly what happened to her technique and body as she died.
Originally, Shoko had been tempted to just write that Gojo Y/N lost her brain. What else was there to report? What else could her family possibly want to know?
But then bitter curiosity got the best of her. She needed to know everything. She didn't even care about what the Gojo's wanted to know. Shoko herself had to know if her soul— if the technique just... vanished.
She wasn't really sure what she expected when she stood over her in the morgue. How she would possibly cut her open and scoop out her organs as if she hadn't been speaking to her two days ago. Had been engaged in conversations. Blushing when their hands brushed against one another. As if she hadn't—
"Shoko, what do you want while we're gone?" She had stopped by before they were to be sent off, lightly sprinkled white H/C hair. Expression light, but serious, as it usually was. "Treats, shirt, another body for you to pick around in? Ew, by the way."
Usually, a girl wouldn't think anything of it. But Shoko, elbow deep within a curse, blushed like she was an elementary girl. "Sorry"
She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, smile small yet tender, "So? What does sweet, sweet Shoko-chan want as a souvenir?"
Shoko always had a hard time believing Y/N was a Gojo. Especially the same product line of Gojo Satoru, who was just... the opposite of her. This girl was intelligent and kind, beautiful and timid. Self-aware, selfless, and She wasn't anything like the boy she shared the womb with, or birthday, or name. A twin. Same blood, same name, everything them. But so distinctly different.
"I'm not really interested in anything." Shoko had replied with a tilt of her lips and a shrug of her shoulders, pulling away from the curse corpse to face her fully.
Y/N's eyebrows raised, "Really? You're not interested in a single thing?"
"Not really," She walked closer, "What did the others get?"
"Oh, uh, I'm not entirely sure—"
"Gojo-senpai!" Haibara had barreled around the corner, loud and grinning, his hair flopping as he bounced around. "Geto-senpai would like something sweet for himself and your brother!"
She had released a bitter sound, fond and amused, but bitter all the same, "Of course he'd be thinking about Satoru." She turned back to Shoko with a small tilt of her lips. "You sure you don't want anything, Shoko?"
Shoko wondered if things would be different if she said anything else than what she had. If she asked for some ridiculous sweet or a stupid shirt, would things have ended differently? If she kept her around for a little longer, would someone realize the misclassification of the curse? Could Shoko have done something?
Who knows. All she said was, "Just come back. That's enough for me."
Her face had scrunched up, a light laugh leaving her as she turned, waving a hand, "Just for you, Shoko! See you around."
It wasn't anything special. Her goodbye had been a teasing promise. A nonchalant wave. Nothing special. Another day. It wasn't anything special.
So why did it have to be the last?
The autopsy ended abruptly. As Shoko held onto a trash bin, sobbing and throwing up the little food she had in the past two days, Yaga put it in the hands of someone much older. Much more detatched.
Gojo Y/N had died almost instantly. Before she could even activate her technique.
That sparked up a chatter at her funeral.
If the affair wasn't sickening and horribly in the first place, the conversation that took place most certainly was.
The people that attended outside of Shoko and Geto where just some old clan members either from the "Big Three" or some lowly ones. They all kind of just loitered around as they ate food and conversated. Nothing exciting, nothing entirely too telling of their grief either.
She couldn't ever recall Gojo or Y/N talking much about the other clans. If only to drag them through the mud, express their great distaste, or general displeasure. Shoko just knew that an occasion like this, filled with old people and terribly traditional things, was something that the girl nor her brother wanted. She knew that they all like the Gojo's about as much as the Gojo's liked them. Which was not very much.
It was only as Shoko was using the bathroom that she overheard what they truly thought.
"I heard that she didn't even have the time to activate her technique before it killed her."
"It's not like her technique would've done much against a Special Grade anyway. The Six Eyes got all the potential. If anything, that boy that got killed alongside her had more skill."
"I thought she had some type of power?"
"That's just a lie the family put out to calm their egos. They gave birth to the Six Eyes while giving birth to a useless girl right after."
"Poor thing."
"I wouldn't worry. The girl was a bit airheaded, she probably didn't even know she was boring."
It took everything in Shoko not to snap. To not ruin their gossip with her petulant cries of anger. It was just wrong. What they thought of her. There's never been something so wrong.
Y/n was different and amazing, magnificent and interesting. She was strong in ways that Gojo wasn't. She could hold her own. She was intelligent on things outside of jujutsu just as much as she was in things regarding jujutsu. Shoko wasn't sure where they got their information but it was wrong. It'd always been wrong.
Seven days later, Geto killed an entire village.
Thought about her and Haibara the whole time. The mountain of bodies that came with being a sorcerer. Killed 112 people just because he was angry and sad. At least, that's what Geto had said to her.
Shoko wished she could've destroy a whole village in her grief.
Those are all the things Shoko thought as she slips on her gloves, glancing back at where Gojo and Ijichi were standing in the corner.
"Hey, you guys, I'm gonna get started," Shoko says flatly, with her usual detachment. It'd been years since she felt uncomfortable or disgusted with this job. Just a normal routine now. "You gonna just sit there and watch?"
She snaps her glove into place at the same time Ijichi's face visibly pales and his jaw drops, Gojo's own face screwing up into something akin to shock. She was about to ask what was wrong, but—
"Whoa! Full frontal!"
Shoko whirls around to look at Itadori Yuji who looks, shockingly, fine.
Well, Shoko's never had someone come back to life in her morgue before. (No matter how much she's begged.)
She tugs down her mask, staring at the boy with disappointment, "Well, this is too bad."
Itadori blinks, a faint blush on his cheeks, "Um... who are you?"
"Yuji!" Gojo stands, a beaming grin on his lips as he walks forward, hand extended. "Welcome back!"
The teen lets out a loud laugh, clapping his hand against his teacher's for a loud slap that almost makes Shoko wince.
"I'm back!" Itadori cheers, smiling back.
"You sure are!" Gojo then tucks his hands into his jacket, turning around to face Shoko and Ijichi. "Hey, can I speak to you outside for a minute? Ijichi, get Yuji something to change into."
"O-Of course, Gojo-san!"
Shoko doesn't even dignify Gojo a response, lazily making her way out of the room with bored eyes. There went an afternoon of digging through Sukuna's vessel's organs and finding out what made him so different from the others. What allowed him to inhabit the King of Curses while so many others had died trying. It would make for perfect research. Fun and interesting.
But the kid just had to wake up. From death.
(She tired to ignore how many times she'd imagined her waking up on her table too.)
"Ugh, now I have to go back and change the report." Shoko utters bitterly once the two adults are outside.
"No, leave it as is." Shoko snaps her eyes to Gojo, who keeps his carefree smile on his face. "Before he's targeted again, I'd like to at least give Yuji some basic training. Please leave him listed as deceased in the report."
Shoko frowns, tucking her hands into her pockets, "Then Yuji will have to go into hiding for good."
"Nah, I'll have him ready in time for the Goodwill Event."
The Goodwill Event. Now, that was something she wasn't entirely concerned with. Something she didn't think Gojo was either.
"Why?" Shoko utters.
"Easy. I refuse to keep that kid from losing the best years of his life. Not just him, but everyone."
The way he says it is tender and true. Said with his heart and his soul. Despite how childish Gojo has always been, he's been terribly aware of when kids should be kids. Something he'd been keenly aware of when he was a kid himself.
Gojo suddenly tilts his head, smile distant and incredibly sad, "Not to mention... he kind of reminds me of Y/N, y'know?"
Shoko's steps falter. They've never really engaged in a conversation about her before. Never really a chance or reason to. Shoko figured they always had their own thoughts and opinions about what happened. Their own grief pushed down to be ignored. Never addressed.
But he—
"Bit of an airhead, but he means well. Smart when it calls for it. Wants to do the right thing no matter if it's his life on the line." Gojo stops a few feet ahead of Shoko, back stiff and, unfortunately, unreadable to her. "I wonder what she'd think of all this."
Shoko draws in a breath, inching closer to lean on the railing overlooking the courtyard. "She'd be disgusted to learn you're a teacher."
"Disgusted?" Gojo repeats with a pout. Shoko just knows that his eyes are narrowed behind his blindfold. "And she wouldn't judge you for cheating your way through med school?"
"She would, but I wouldn't care." Shoko rolls her eyes.
Gojo presses his lips together, leaning on the railing next to her, "I don't think I would either... as long as she was here."
Shoko tenses and her eyes grow distant as she watches leaves twirl and fall in the distance. Her ears begin to ring and she thinks, for one single moment, that Gojo is right. If she just had her right next to her. Breathing, talking— living. Then Shoko might be one of the happiest people alive. She wouldn't care about any of this. She wouldn't worry about anyone leaving or dying. She would just—
What was the point of think about something not possible?
11 years. They needed to let go already.
"I'll make sure Itadori is, in all the official ways, dead." Shoko pushes away from the railing and begins to make her way back to her office (ignoring the soft snort Gojo gave). "Make sure he doesn't die again before you can train him."
"I'll do my absolute best."
11 years. What's a few more minutes with her memory.
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Playing in the snow with Itadori Yuji.
wc. around 650.
an. yuuji <3 small fluff post
(can be seen as both platonic or romantic.)
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“Look, I made a mini you!” Yuji exclaims happily, pointing to the small snowman set right in his gloved palm, small sticks pointing out for arms and all. “Pretty realistic, don’t you think?” You feel yourself smile at his bright cheerfulness, brushing some leftover snow off your gloves as you walk up to him, poking the snowman with a chuckle.
Yeah, it does look pretty “realistic”. Maybe a mini Yuji would be nice?
“Ah, wait-” Yuji frowns. “Be careful, it might-” As he tries to get the last few words out, the snowman topples over and breaks apart in his palm, with the sticks falling out and onto the snow below. He stares between you and the snowman, a quiet “Aw man…” leaving him as he sighs, dropping the broken snowman onto the floor.
You give him a bright smile as you slip off your gloves, snaking your hands to cup his cheeks as he flinches back, gasping. Maybe these gloves weren’t the right choice for this weather, but at least you can do this.
“Ah, hold on!” He laughs, grabbing your arms lightly, trying to fight back that cold, tingling sensation you’re causing him. “Your hands are too cold! Wait!” Yuji pushes your arms away from him, grinning mischievously as he suddenly tackles you, wrapping his arms around you as you both tumble into the snow.
You wince once you feel the snow on your face, throwing your head up in shock as Yuji laughs loudly, pressing himself up onto his knees. “Got ya.” He did. He did indeed.
Not for long, though.
You grab his jacket sleeve, tugging him back onto the snow with you as you both get into a hardcore, snow wrestling match. Snow flies around both of you as laughter rings in the air, tugging and pushing each other over and over, until you finally have to wave that white flag. There’s no way you could win against him…
Yuji’s eyes are full of joy as he wipes some snow off his cheek, and brushes some off his jacket. “Already? I didn’t even break a sweat!” Oh gosh, he needs to hush. “But man, I’m too cold…” He makes an exaggerated shaking motion with his hand, followed by a little “Brr.” as he extends his hand out to you. You take it quickly and he helps you up, brushing off some snow on your pants and jacket. It doesn’t help the trembling coming from your body, though.
A soft smile grows on him as he wipes some snow off your face with his thumb, rubbing your cheek affectionately in circle motions as his hand warms your face up. But his smile falters once he feels the small amount of trembling from your body. So cold.
“You aren’t too cold, right?” Yuji pouts as he looks at you thoughtfully, noticing the shaking from your body. Well, he did push you into the snow…
“Sorry about that.” He says softly, beckoning you over as he wraps an arm around you once you come closer. “Come on, let's go back inside. A cup of hot chocolate and a good movie sounds nice, huh?” He smiles, but then looks up to the sky for a moment, his face shifting into one of curiosity. Bits of snowflakes fall onto his hair, yet he doesn’t look away for a second. You peer over at him and tilt your head, about to ask him what he’s thinking about, but it looks like he answers your question soon enough.
“Maybe Sukuna will like it too…”
Huh.
You know what, maybe he will.
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even if satoru was no longer a kid, you still made him bento box lunches. you never stopped doing it. you'd wake up early in the morning, cook him a delicious meal, and before giving him his good-bye hug, by the time he has to go to jujutsu tech as a teacher.
and currently, you ended up making more sweets than usual, particularly kikufuku mochi, which was a favorite of gojo's, along with some matcha mille crepe cake and red velvet brownies, and that's when a light bulb appeared on the top of your head. what if you visited jujutsu tech and brought your loving son some food? it has also been a long while since you last went there. although working in a café was fun and not that tiresome due to your magic, it does get boring and a bit stuffy at times.
using your chaos magic, you closed the shop early and had all the food you were going to bring packaged all nicely as you tied your hair and slipped on a red jacket. once you were all set, you made your way towards the school and first teleported to where yaga-sensei was, or principal yaga, you should say.
yaga was in his office, working on some paperwork, when you appeared out of nowhere, causing him to jump from his chair. satoru was right about your lack of cursed energy, as he failed to sense you right away.
the young man yelped in surprise, "[name]-san! you scared me. w-what are you doing here?"
"sorry for the intrusion!" you dipped your head into a small bow, giggling as you placed a box of red velvet brownies, cakes, and mochi on his desk. "it's just that i closed my shop early to bring satoru food, and i figured it'd be nice if i gave you some too. i ended up making plenty."
"that's very thoughtful of you, [name]-san, but this is a lot of food." yaga blinked profusely behind his glasses at the amount of food you had just given him, together with how many you were effortlessly carrying and balancing all by yourself.
"say, where's shoko-chan and suguru-kun? i have sweets to give them too." you inquired.
"shoko is in the infirmary, it should be her break right now. as for suguru, he's on a mission, he won't be back until later." yaga-san informed you, standing up from his office chair to take the packages from you. "allow me to help you carry those boxes. satoru and his students are in the grounds."
you chirped rather happily, "no worries, i can carry them all by myself. thank you, yaga-san."
"are you sure, [name]-sa—before yaga could protest, you had already disappeared from sight.
you first dropped by at the infirmary, where you overheard shoko and ijichi conversing. the young woman was surprised to see you. you gave her and ijichi a bunch of sweets, but not until you hugged her and gave him a headpat and left.
following satoru's cursed energy, you were able to locate the grounds and find them all in no time. there stood your son, facilitating the training of both first-year and second-year students. your chest became fuzzy and warm at the sight of your son handling the children. it looks like your little snowflake has already grown up. seeing him teach with a smile takes you back to the time wherein he told you he wanted to become a teacher at jujutsu tech. at first, you thought he was joking, but he was serious. satoru did have a soft spot for children after all, just like you, his mom.
"satoru-chan!" you called out, catching your son's and everyone's attention.
everyone halted whatever they were doing and turned their heads towards you, all in unison, and they were left astounded. satoru was the first to react upon seeing you.
"mom? what are you doing here?" that was all it took for his first and second-year students to scream in surprise, with the exception of megumi, who already knew who you were.
"WHAT?!"
odd looks had broke through their faces, mouths hanging in agape as their gojo-sensei immediately left their side and rushed towards you, taking the boxes you held in each hand.
"mom, what are these boxes? what about the café?" your son had bombarded you with questions of concern.
"i made plenty of food, so i brought you some." you smiled sweetly, extending your hand towards his head and gave it a gentle pat. "no need to worry about a thing. i closed the café early today, so i can pay you a visit."
"gojo-sensei, is that really your mom?!" nobara was having a panic as she and the rest of the students eyed you from head to toe. "she's so pretty!"
without your chaos magic and all of the red psionics surrounding you, you were a breathtakingly beautiful woman. you peered down at yourself, not really quite getting what satoru's student was saying. you haven't gotten the chance to change your clothes. you were wearing a barely red zipped up hoodie over a shirt and sweatpants, and strands of your hair hung loose due to how you hurried to fix up your hair with a hair tie earlier.
"oh, my! you flatter me too much sweetie." a soft yet sweet giggle had escaped your lips.
"it's true though, gojo-san!" itadori exclaimed, agreeing with nobara's statement.
"she's not a gojo." your now grown-up gumi-chan explained briefly to his fellow classmates and earned another look of shock from them.
"eh? do you know her, fushiguro?" panda quipped, turning towards him.
"she's gojo-sensei's adoptive mom." fushiguro answered in a murmur, his soft eyes locking with yours as a faint blush slowly spread across his cheeks. "she used to look after me and my sister."
"no wonder you don't look like gojo-sensei!" maki stated with wide eyes as she promptly folded her arms across her chest.
"salmon!" inumaki said in agreement, nodding his head.
"i'm satoru's adoptive mom. i go by [surname], [surname] [name] to be exact!" you introduced yourself, smiling at each and every single one of them as you gently pulled fushiguro to your side and rubbed his back in a motherly way. "it's a pleasure to meet you all, i've heard so much about you guys from satoru! from yuuji-kun, nobara-chan, maki-chan, inumaki-kun, panda-kun to yuuta-kun, such a shame the poor boy is overseas."
"gojo-sensei, how come we never met [surname]-san before?!" nobara cried out in an exaggerated manner.
"well, she's not a faculty of the school, she doesn't really go here that much. only a few instances." gojo chuckled at his first-year student, recalling how you'd only make your way here in jujutsu tech every time he and suguru would have a fight, or whenever they need someone to help them.
although you were affiliated with strong connections in the jujutsu world despite not having jujutsu, you refused to involve yourself that much because as much as you hated it, the big three clans were still bugging you even if years had already passed.
"these are kikufuku mochi, brownies and crepe cakes!" gojo exclaimed, opening the boxes you were carrying earlier.
"that's right! i told you i made plenty of food!" you nodded, clasping your hands together. "i know, why don't you and the kids take a break and eat up?"
a gasp escaped your lips, "oh, my. i should have brought coffee and picnic blankets for everyone. looks like i'll just have to magic us a bunch."
"magic?" the first-year and second-year students asked, dumbfounded.
before you could answer, you locked and twitched your fingers, and the next thing everyone knew, all of them were now sat in a big picnic blanket you had gotten out of nowhere, all of the food you had brought were neatly set out in the middle and you even magicked hot coffee that were enough for everyone.
"EHH?!"
"HOW?!"
you softly chuckled at their expressions as you sat down beside satoru and megumi, taking a sip from the mug of coffee you had magicked in your hand, "as you've noticed, i don't have cursed energy. what i do have is chaos magic."
"chaos magic?" all of the students excluding megumi stared at you with interest and curiosity filled eyes.
"it allows me to manipulate reality at a molecular level without any restrictions." you continued to explain, raising a freehand to show everyone the red psionics of your magic that were wafting from your fingertips.
using your chaos magic, you had promptly turned the mug of coffee you had into a glass of water, then you proceeded to turn into a plate of freshly cookies, earning even more gasps and surprised looks from the students. it was just like a magician performing to children.
"SO COOL!" itadori exclaimed with wonderstruck eyes. "MAGIC IS REAL!"
"wait, [surname]-san." panda raised a hand, erm, paw, as if he was asking a question to a teacher. "does this mean you're stronger than gojo-sensei?"
a dramatic gasp had escaped gojo's breath as he yanked down his blindfond to stare at his students. "EXCUSE ME?!"
"you said you can manipulate reality at a molecular level without any restrictions, so can you get through gojo-sensei's infinity?" maki proceeded to ignore their teacher that was now throwing a fit in the background and ask you.
"well, i can bend the laws of physics, so.." you shrugged your shoulders, a fit of laughter erupting from your throat.
nobara exclaimed, stars filling her eyes. "what a girlboss, definitely a MILF. i aspire to be like you [surname]-san!"
"you should teach here at jujutsu tech just like gojo-sensei and geto-sensei, [surname]-san." panda suggested.
"oi, oi! quit stealing my mother from me!" with that, satoru encased you in his arms and glared at each of his students childishly. "mind you i'm one she bought these sweets for."
the students watched in awe of how their teacher was getting all jealous and protective of you. this says it all. gojo satoru is a literal embodiment of a manchild.
"hehe, to think gojo-sensei would be a such mama's boy." nobara snickered together with maki and itadori.
"[name]-san did say these sweets are to be eaten together, which means she brought them for us too." megumi stated in a matter of factly manner with a smug look as he took a sip of his own mug of coffee.
"you guys are absolute bullies. i can't believe my own beloved students would do this to me, their greatest teacher." satoru dramatically draped an arm over his eyes as he leaned against your shoulder, causing you to burst out laughing.
"i'm starting to think you're more of a child than them, snowflake." you commented with a grin, leaning your head against your knuckles as propped an elbow on your thigh.
"mom, don't call me that in front of my students!" satoru whined, immediately snapping his towards you to see you laughing and grinning about.
"why not? you're still my little snowflake, my wittle precious snowflake~" you pinched his cheek and spoke in a baby-like voice as you cooed, making the limitless sorcerer's face turn into a beet red color.
"she called gojo-sensei snowflake!" the students were unable to control their laughter and amusement. "snowflake-sensei!"
"gah, i'm so jealous! i want [surname]-san to be my mama too. can you sign my adoption papers?" an adorable pout had struck nobara's face as she looked at you with pleading eyes.
"tuna mayo!" inumaki pointed at himself too.
"looks like i have more children to take care of." you muttered to yourself as you smiled at each and every single one of them. "i already have satoru, shoko, suguru, megumi and tsumiki."
"i hate you guys, i'm keeping these box of kikufuku to myself." satoru shook his head and snatched the box of sweets, keeping it to his chest.
"now, now. don't be like that, snowflake." you turned towards him, rubbing his back in a motherly way.
every since then, you started coming over at the school more often due to satoru's students wanting to see you. the children loved you so much. years had already passed since you had taken satoru, megumi and tsumiki under your wing, you were still a magnet for children. so, everytime you'd visit them, you'd always bring them something good to eat or drink, and may or may not have ended up teaching them while at it.
sometimes, especially after a mission, the students would drop by at your café and you'd almost never make them pay. you would spoil them with sweets, pastries and drinks that were on the house. you made sure they weren't going home hungry.
of course, satoru's a little jealous because he just gained a bunch of rivals to your love and that they ended up loving and adoring you more than him, but he's happy that you're happy. he will always cherish the way you smiled and laughed with his students everytime you were with them.
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The JJK Characters and How They Would Wake You Up
── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───
Itadori Yuji:
He really didn’t want to. He’d rather have you sleep but he was told to wake you up for training.
He pokes your cheek while whisper yelling your name
“yyy/nnnnn *poke poke* ….. wake uupppp! We gotta train….*poke poke poke*”
But once you wake up he’s super loud and excited
“Yay! You woke up! Okay come on, let’s go! Oh wait, get changed first. Want me to wait for you or just meet you there?…. I’ll wait outside your door!😊☀️”
Megumi Fushiguro:
Knocks on your door and waits to see if that’ll wake you up. When he doesn’t he walks in and just calls out your name while scratching the back of his head in annoyance.
“Y/N. Wake up. You’re going to be late.”
You continue sleeping so he kicks your bed frame. “Y/N! Wake up.” He says more sternly.
Nobara Kugisaki:
Like Gumi, she knocks on your door while calling out your name. When you don’t answer she walks in and pats your shoulder while trying to convince you get up. When that doesn’t work she’s loud af
She’ll go get some pans and bang them, she’ll play a song you hate loudly on her phone next to your ear, or she’ll start singing loudly. She might even jump on your bed.
As much as you hate it, you still manage to laugh at how goofy she’s being.
Toge Inumaki:
Inumaki is canonly a troll. He’s gonna wake you up in a silly way that just so barely annoys you
Pokes you as well but all over your body, especially if your ticklish.
“Tuna mayooooo” *pokes your sides*
Even once you’re awake he’ll still poke at you while holding back his laugh
Maki Zenin:
Very much like Gumi, she acts annoyed and is loud. She knocks on your door calling out your name. You don’t answer so she swings the door open aggressively.
“How are they still alseep??” She asks herself. She was being loud. You’re such a heavy sleeper.
She’ll kick the bed frame with her heel “oooooiii, Y/N. Wake up.”
If you grumble and hide under the covers she’ll rip them off lmao
Panda:
Pokes at you as well while calling out your name.
“Yyyyy/nnnnnn it’s time to wake uuppp!”
Tries to convince you with breakfast. If you still don’t wake up he’ll just pick you up and walk out your room.
Yuta Okkotsu:
SUPER FUCKING SWEET!!!
He’s so gentle and refuses to raise his voice that he ends up taking forever to wake you up lmao
Pats your shoulder or gently shakes you. Probably pokes your cheeks too
“Y/N. Rise and shine. Time to wake up~”
Rika will try to convince Yuta to just shake you awake but he’ll tell her no and continue trying to gently wake you up 😭💗
Gojo Satoru:
Dramatic af
He walks into your room without even knocking and already singing loudly
“Yyyy/nnnnn! Time to arrriiisssee!! Open your eeeyyyeeessss! Let’s eat some bacon and eeeggggsss!!! It’ll strengthen your….. LLLEEEEGGGGSSSS!!!! ……. *y/n still asleep* Y/N WAKE UP!”
He’ll poke at you and tickle you like Toge while laughing the entire time
Nanami Kento:
Pretty bland lmao
He knocks on your door and when you don’t answer he peeks in to see you still asleep.
He puts his hand on your shoulder and calls out your name. “Y/N. It’s time to wake up.”
Continues to shake your shoulder until you wake up.
He’ll probably get slightly annoyed though if you’re getting close to being late. He’s a punctual man, he doesn’t like tardiness
I can also kind of see him just staring you when you continue to sleep through his failed attempts and trying to figure out how to wake you then plays the most OBNOXIOUS alarm sound he can find super loud in your ear.
“Wake up. You’re going to be late.”
Geto Suguru:
Peeks in and just calls out your name.
“Y/N. Wake up. Wakey wakey~”
Still not budging? Rip off your covers and open the blinds to burn your eyes from the sun. Clap his hands super loud.
“Good, you’re awake. Come on, let’s go. Got stuff to do.”
Mahito:
Dumps a bucket of ice cold water on you while cackling
Sukuna Ryoumen:
Probably slaps you hard across the face and calls you a fool. I can also see him just straight up scratching you.
But if Yuji kept him from hurting you, he’d just groan and clap extremely loud to scare you awake and call you a brat. Then slump you over his shoulder
“Get moving, brat. We got shit to do.”
#when I was writing this I was imagining it all platonic so that’s why I added panda#if you want to view all the other characters as romantic go ahead it’s all up to interpretation:)#jjk imagines#jjk headcanons#itadori yuji x reader#jjk x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#nobara kugisaki x reader#maki zenin x reader#toge inumaki x reader#gojo satoru x reader#nanami kento x reader#geto suguru x reader#mahito x reader#sukuna ryoumen x reader#jjk fanfic#jjk x y/n
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My Daughter, My Little Girl
Platonic Yandere Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader
Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom
Warnings: Platonic yandere, NSFW (spanking punishment), non-consensual spanking, spanking of a teenager, bare bottom spanking, Gojo is trying so hard to adopt you, injured reader from fighting, reader’s parents died, Gojo is a patronizing asshole
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Satoru Gojo drags you all the way back to the high school and into the classroom by your upper arm. You limp awkwardly due to your injured leg and foot, trailing slightly behind him. Keeping up with his wide gait is proving to be tough for you. He’s extremely displeased with you, but what did he expect? He never allows you to go on missions, and you’ve been at this fucking school for six months now!
He lets go of you once he closes the shoji door. It slides shut, and he whirls on you with covered eyes. His mouth is set in a firm line, his usual smile replaced with one of pure condescension.
“Look at you, almost shredded to the bone.” He grabs you by the jaw, squeezing your cheeks as they puff around his fingertips. “What was a little girl like you thinking you could do against a grade two curse? You went out on a mission you weren’t approved for, risked your life, got all nice and banged up. Albeit, I never intended to approve of you going on any missions. That’s not the reason why I brought you here.”
You furrow your browns, not understanding what he’s talking about. “What? Why did you bring me here if you don’t plan on letting me go on missions?”
“Well, you see, you have potential. No, not as a sorcerer. You’re far too weak for that life. You have potential for something else: a special place in my life…wait for it — as my daughter! Yay!”
A few beats of silence go by where you simply look at him with fear and anger.
“You don’t seem too excited. Don’t worry. Once we get your punishment over with, I’m sure we can find some way to bond. Get to know each other a little. What do you say?” He pokes you in the ribs.
“I’m not your daughter, and I never will be!”
“Aw, you’re breaking your old man’s heart here. Well, either way, your ass still has a date with my hand, so why don’t you go on and hobble up to the desk over there?”
Limping past him, you shudder a deep sigh as you look at the hard surface that you’re meant to bend over. He can’t seriously do this to you. It has to go against some kind of school regulation.
When you arrive, you give him an unsure look.
“You can bend over now you know?”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re an asshole?”
“Hmmm, not that I can recall, but keep on talking like that to your Papa, and I’ll have to stick a bar of soap in your mouth. Wouldn’t want that, right? I’d suggest keeping the curses to a minimum and just trying to behave.”
You’re so angry that you grab your hair and stomp your uninjured foot. “You’re not my Papa! Stop it!”
“Oh-ho-ho, getting a little pouty now are we? Someone’s gonna need a nap after this.”
Gojo instantly appears right behind you, pushing you down onto the desk. Your hips bump against the edges uncomfortably, and you hate how easy this was for him.
You try to take it stoically, biting the inside of your cheek as his heavy hand mercilessly scorches your backside. You feel like you might burst into tiny pieces if you don’t scream, but you hold that feeling in, shoving it down to the very bottom of your being.
“Hm, must not be doing it hard enough,” he says behind you.
Your eyes grow wide, and you turn to look over your shoulder at him. Not hard enough? No, no, he’s spanking you so hard to begin with!
Lifting your skirt to reveal your black, sheer tights, his palm cracks down like lightning, and this time, oh, this time you can’t help but howl.
“Are you even allowed to do this, Sensei?!”
“Uh, obviously, I can do whatever I want.”
Still cracking jokes.
You clench your fists with fury. “Oh, you’re just the worst!”
“You know-“ he lands a particularly hefty blow to your right thigh, “you never were that great with insults.”
“Fuck you, damnit!”
He stops spanking you and simply cages you with his hands on both sides of your waist. He leans in against the shell of your ear, scolding you. “Hey now, this is a high school to learn about how to defeat curses, not a place to throw them around in.”
You scream into your folded arms when he takes the final steps in lowering your tights and panties. You try to reach back to block him from doing so, but all he does is swat your hand away.
“Settle down, we still have a while to go.”
Shaking your head, you sob at him. “No! I don’t want anymore!”
“How about this: if you say ‘I’m sorry, Daddy’, then I’ll stop. Deal?”
No. Absolutely not. No way in fucking hell!
“Get bent, old man…”
You’re not sure why THAT came out of your mouth, but you’re pretty sure it was the wrong thing to say because Gojo immediately starts targeting the most sensitive part of your bottom and thighs.
“Why do you even want me to be your daughter?!”
Satoru’s hand never pauses as he answers, “Because you’re just such a little bat shit crazy cutie, and it’s obvious that you need a dad in your life. I wouldn’t want anyone else taking that role.”
It’s getting to a rough point where you don’t think you can take this much longer. The words to end this punishment are tempting to say, right on the tip of your tongue as tears cascade down your scarlet cheeks. Should you just relent and say them? You might not even have to mean them. You could just say it to end this fucking stupid spanking.
Fuck, Sensei is such a damn asshole!
But you can’t. You can’t do it. You feel it would be so disrespectful to your papa’s memory, the one who died when you were twelve. He was a great papa, and your mama was the best too. You had such great parents, but they’re gone, and now your sensei is trying to take your father’s place.
It strikes your heart, and it makes you cry even harder. Your shoulders shake as you wail and howl into the desk. No, no, no!
You don’t want to say it. You don’t want to.
But the absolute burn in your hide is too much.
It would be disrespectful to your papa’s memory!
Satoru’s hand is coming down even harder against your raw skin.
And then he does something absolutely wicked. Sensei drags the tips of his nails lightly over your well-punished flesh.
Your eyes widen as you yelp from the sensation. It feels like everything, down to the last nerve, has been amplified.
One more smack, two more, three more. It’s all raw, and the burn is deeper and more lively now than it was before.
You clench your nails into your palms and wail, “I’m sorry, Daddy!”
His hand suddenly stops. “I didn’t quite catch that. Wanna repeat it?”
Oh, the smug asshole!
You gulp down breaths and sobs, you try to wait until your throat is clear. “I…I’m sorry…Daddy…”
Fuck, you didn’t know you could blush any harder than before.
“Awww, it’s okay, sweetie. Daddy forgives you.” He helps you up off the desk and holds you in his long arms. “You just cry it all out. Go on. That’s a good girl.”
As you stand there, your skirt falls back into place. However, your tights and underwear remain at mid thigh.
You hate how patronizing he’s being. Condescension drips from his tongue like venom, and you want to punch him in the dick.
But the comfort’s nice, and at least he’s not inflicting pain on you anymore.
“How about you go take that nap now, hm? How does that sound?”
You nod in response. Anything to get away from him right now.
But he doesn’t let you off that easily. No, he pats the seat of your skirt as a warning.
“Yes, Daddy. It sounds good.”
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The Dream Love - part 1
Mafia Gojo x y/n
Will contain mature theme such a yandere, Mafia, stalking, manipulation, 18+ etc so minor stay away~
Hello! I know its late but here is the first chapter of the Mafia Gojo x reader I hope you like it!! I'm still new to this tumbler stuff soo T_T.
Oh if you have any requests you can make it I guess for now I will do for JJK x reader. (As I'm keeping up with the updates too heeh) I will be taking up the requests till I go back to my writing a real original new story.
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I wish you were real, Not just a dream, or just the character of the books~ but today I saw you darling. You were real not just a dream but in my reality. I will never let you go... NEVER... even if it cost me to lose everything...
“DON'T FORGET TO DO YOUR HOMEWORK AND SLEEP EARLY” the cheerful voice yelled grabbing the attention of the others in the middle of the street. Making you and Nobara groan in response to how loud the boy could be as if he is always high on some sugar rush.
“I will don't you worry,” you said giving the pair a small wave with a smile on your face while walking backwards. Almost bumping into a
“Yuji!! Let's go” you chuckle in response watching how Nobara just dragged Yuji away who was still waving at you.
Watching the pair walking away as the smile fades away from your face. Putting your headphone over your head in a low volume with no music on. The long walk was no trouble at night as it was a busy city of Tokyo always surrounded by people here and there.
“Well, I should just take some groceries as he will be coming back home tonight.” mumbling to your self moving your head along with the tune of the music.
Entering the grocery store pick up the small basket as you walk through the aisle without looking left or right. Just walking ahead with the blank look over your face now stopping in front of the cat food.
Putting 6 to 7 cans of food in the basket along with a little feather toy, with a smile on your face. About the little new baby back at home making you just run now as fast as you could. Now taking a turn while looking down at your phone changing the music almost bumping into a tall figure.
“Sorry,” you said in a small voice without looking up just to walk past the figure. Making the tall person turn around and stare at you while his hands are placed over the trolley filled with all kinds of sweets.
Watching the girl walking away humming in a soft tune of the music being played.
“Now I also need food for me and my dear brother. Hope he won't be angry about it”
Non-other the Ramen
“Well here you are buddy” you mumble under your breath not noticing a haired male wearing a black shade of glasses. Stood right opposite her aisle with his hands folded over his chest.
“Now looking at it makes me want to eat Zuba soba noodles” mumbling under your breath filling the basket with 4 cups of noodles.
Looking from the corner of your eyes a tall man wearing black glasses staring down at the shelf in front of him. Knowing the fact what really is beside this ramen.
Closing your eyes for a few seconds as if you are trying your best to remember the words
Ramen at home?
Want to come and eat ramen?
Oh, want to see my butterfly was just boom but-it was more like
“Want to come over and have ramen?” a blurred face flashes right in front of your vision making you snap open your eyes with a small gasp.
“Huh” your eyes go wide in response. It seems as if you have heard a voice right next to your ear through your headphones being in low volume.
Tuning your head around just to find no one around you, just to find yourself alone. Not even the white-haired guy who stood not too far away from you.
“I need to stop snapping out from reality” mumbling under your breath rolling your eyes in response while walking towards the egg counter.
While on the other hand, the tall white-haired guy kneeled down on the floor hiding over the opposite shelf. While covering his mouth with his gloves hand with a slight smile on his face.
“I guess she wants to~ why not tonight my darling~” the white-haired male mumbles under his breath.
In the same aisle, the little boy looks down at the white-haired male with a weird expression on his face. Only made the boy to tear up running towards his mother while crying.
“MOMMM!! That guy is scaring me!!” the little boy cried making the worried expression of his mother change into a furious one.
“Who can scare my little boy let me have a word with him! For scaring my boy where is the manager-”
“Oh I guess it was me miss” the voice said right behind the mother. She could feel a sudden wave of shivers passes the moment she turns around a small gasp escaped from her lips.
“What do you want to talk about miss?” the deep blue eyes staring down at her. Shadow form over half of his face. As if this guy just popped out of some thriller movie and is on a killing spree.
The woman just shakes her head no with tears forming in her eyes the next thing she did. Just to pick up her child and ran away as fast as she could out of the supermarket. Leaving her cart behind.
“Hey Gojo, you seem to have a knack for scaring people! Maybe you should consider auditioning for a horror movie instead of lurking in the supermarket. Just make sure to hide your ugly face next time!”
“Go and fuck yourself Fushiguro” Gojo walks away carrying the basket full of condoms with the extra large and thin with different kinds of flavours.
“Didn't know you were a sex freak?”
“Going to be only for my dreamgirl”
“That dream girl of yours dosent exits you know its just a dream-”
“I just saw her”
“Are you now dreaming with your open eyes?”
“I’m just wide awake now”
‘Ah, I just feel so hungry…. I hope your brother has already cooked something tomorrow I don't want to eat Ramen…’
Now walking towards the counter with a blank look on your face, as the supermarket seems to be more empty. Well, it was never crowded but at the same time not this open.
The same tall guy with white hair who now stood in front of you ready to scan his item or more like items. The same being ramen of the same flavour you took and the whole degree of pack of condoms?
‘Well someone is going to do phew-phew being warped up for hours and days’ you chuckle at your thoughts now filled with not-so-good ones. The erotic stories-
You just sign in response now removing your headphones paying in the counter. Thanking the guy who just seems unbothered rolling his eyes.
"Well lets go~ home cant wait to meet the little one my baby~" you said in a small baby voice to yourself ignoring the weird look you are receiving by the passing by.
Still unknown about the fact a pair of blue eyes staring at you with the love-sick eyes. While the other black haired male just pretending to puke.
'Finally I'm home'
You thought reaching the front of your house, you unlocked the door just to freeze as you got a text from your brother.
Hey, can you call me when you get home? I need to talk to you about something.’
Signing in response by pressing your lips in a thin line as you close the door behind you locking it.
‘I’m already reached home bro give me a few seconds I will call after getting fresh up and feeding the little one.’
You texted back just to hear a soft meow feeling something brushing against your leg.
Meow~ purring at the end only made your heart to melt.
"Kitty, kitty," you said, smiling as you picked it up in your arms.
“Ah I have to name this little one but have to wait till he comes back” you smile
"Are you hungry? Because Mommy is!"
Just to hear another meow as if the kitten is making you squeak and aww looking down at the little kitten.
Meooow~
"Awww he's so cute!" you exclaimed in a baby voice as your eyes were gleaming with happiness.
"Momma is going to give you a big kiss!" you picked up the kitten in your arms gently kissing him over his forehead.
You felt the kitten purr and wiggle its tail in delight. It was finally, being back at home and petting it, feeding it and babying it.
It has been four weeks since your elder brother brought this little kitten home fully wet and sick. It was a shade of gray, but you later just learned it's a little white fluffy white kitten… Still hissing it crawls out ready to attack the stranger. But later it just warms up to you both slowly.
Walking towards the kitchen, placing the kitten in the living room. Grabbing a can of cat food from the pantry and opened it, pouring the food into a bowl. Placing the bowl down in front of the kitten and watched as it began to eat.
"Such a cute little fur ball you are, aren't you?" you pout staring down at the kitten. Who was just well busy eating...
Now grabbing the ramen for yourself while putting the kettle to boil the water. Not really in the mode of cooking more like it's your brother who is the lead person cooks. Rather than boiling water or making coffee for yourself.
You
Are
BANNED
From the kitchen
Escape from boiling water and milk
'What am I a kid to have milk?'
Well, the rules are already stickered in the freezer for your short-term memory brain cells. Always ready to forget the thing-
“Wait brother said to call him I totally forgot about it” now walking towards your phone upon the dinner table.
Just to see multiple texts and missed calls from your brother itself who has always been the patient one. The phone was on silent as you were in the library with your friends for the upcoming test.
“What?” a confused expression falls over your face staring at your phone and scrolling up.
y/n get out of the house now and take that little
fur ball go to Mahito's house now
Y/n did you leave?
Y/n? Answer my phone
Where are you?
Are you out of the house?
Call me now!
It's really important I can't talk over in text
Why aren't you answering my phone?
I have called Mahito he will be there in 10 minutes just share him and your location
Y/n?
Going through the text only made you worried about what really your brother wants you to get out of the house. Shaking your head you dial his number hearing it ring hearing the blow of the whistle the sign the water has been boiled.
More like a note written in the freezer with an emoji making you sign in response. The fact your brother really thinks you are stupid and forgets every-
“Oh Damn the water!!!”
Well looks like the brother is always right~
Poring the boiling water inside the ramen cup as you cover it up with the lead. Still calling your brother which soon goes into the voice call. Signing in response you call your brother three to four times just to get the same response
“Now he is the one not receiving my calls so annoying” you sign. But all of a sudden uneasy feeling inside your chest. Calling him just directed to the voice note after rings rolling your eyes in response.
Right then just to hear a meow once again the little kitten brushing against your feet. As if it has sensed your discomfort making you look down at it.
“Right so annoying, but you aren't little one” with a pout over your lips picking up the kitten and placing it on the table. Who just stares at you with its doe eyes wide open and fully black.
Bringing your cup noodle to the table as you sat on the chair. Right before you could call your brother back just to receive a call from Mahito.
Remembering the fact your brother said he will be calling you. Mahito is one of the annoying friends of your brother. Who always teases you and hits the back of your head again and again telling you stupid.
RINGGG~
Right before you could receive the call just to hear your doorbell ringing. Making a confused expression falls over your face.
“Why is he even calling when he is already at the door?” rolling your eyes in response just to hang up the call while walking towards the door. The little kitten followed right behind me opening the door.
“Why did you even call when you-.” You stop freezing on the spot as your phone begins to ring again. A confused expression falls over your face seeing a tall figure with white hair wearing a black shade of sunglasses at nighttime.
“Yes?”
You know the fact your brother had warned you not to open the door without looking at the peephole. But as stupid you will be the first one to die in a horror movie when you open the door.
“I’m your brother's friend Darling~ I’m here to take you to him” A sudden wave of shiver passes through you. Just hearing his voice sounds familiar yet strange at the same time.
“I’m sorry, but I can't” Your phone starts to ring again the smile on the face of the guy fade away.
“Won't you listen to your brother Geto? I’m his school friend Gojo, Gojo Satoru” the guy said making me freeze how did he know your brother's real name?
One of the rules stuck in the freezer is to run away get from the person who refers to his real name. Rather than the people he has introduced you to.
to be continue...
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Heyyyyyyyyyy! I was wondering if I could request a grounding scenario with Yan!Big Bro Gojo x Reader!Little Sister (probably 14-17 age range for Reader).
The situation:
They live together and he’s raising her seeing as there’s a bit of an age gap between them. She misbehaves and breaks a few of his rules because she’s in a teenage rebellion phase. He gets fed up with trying to be patient with her and gets to a breaking point where a grounding punishment turns into pure isolation and hell for Reader.
If this isn’t your regular type of request, I understand. Love ya so much, homie! Take care of yourself. 🖤🖤🖤🤘🤘🤘
First of all, thank you! I will take care as much as i can :3
And second: YEEEEESSS PLATONIC YANDERE!!! And Gojo again, this is gonna be SCARY!
Platonic Yandere Satoru Gojo x Teenage! Reader: Grounding
Genre: Headcanons
Reader: female
Warnings: PLATONIC YANDERE BEHAVIOR, ISOLATION, UNHEALTY MINDSET, MANIPULATION, GENERAL YANDERE BEHAVIOR, mental consequences of isolation, reader is a teen, i think is all.
a little context.
You and Satoru have a considerable age difference. and a considerable POWER difference. But it's the only thing you've known since you were kids.
You grew accustomed to his antics, his monstrous ego, but also his ridiculous rules.
I mean, you knew that it was normal to live overprotected because the Gojo clan, but especially Satoru, had many enemies, you could tolerate that. Not being okay, but you could accepted it.
But the older you got, the more ridiculous other things your brother made you do became annoy.
For example, never train, never try to improve on your own, his excuse? "You don't need it, I'm the strongest, why should you be strong?" In general being a full of himself asshole.
not being able to go out on your own without him, SPECIFICALLY HIM, which was becoming an uncomfortable thing, how much more did you want to have your own privacy and, well, you know, YOUR OWN LIFE APART FROM HIM. But I would come out with some manipulative shit.
"Why don't you want to be with your brother who loves you so much? Do you hate me?" things like that.
Not to mention he was super clingy. and no respect for personal space or your comfort, always treating you like a damn baby "who's my little baby sis? You're gonna stay with me forever Right? So i can watch over you"
Truth being told, you love your brother, but you HATE the way he always look down to you. You were FED UP of all of his ridiculous rules and stupid games.
So, when you were of the age to enter Jujustu Academy, you saw an opportunity, whether it was to prove to yourself or your brother your independence, it didn't matter, it was something you couldn't miss.
You began to reveal yourself, at first smaller things like talking back to Satoru when he said something too sweet for your taste or when he infantilized you.
Then do something more bolder like snap at him saying you were NOT a baby anymore, that you GROW UP and he NEEDED to see that you are not his "baby little sis" anymore. You give him an ultimátum.
To say that Satoru was surprised was an understatement, he even seemed a little hurt. but obviously I don't take it very seriously. as usual.
He thought you were simply trying to liven things up and he allowed it, he tried to be patient with you since you were in that special stage where teenage girls revealed themselves to their families.
Satoru thought that this was only temporary and even fun.
at first.
because then you started to gain confidence in doing things behind his back like training on your own, which, okay, he could TOLERATE it only because you stopped as soon as he came back and he had your full individual attention again, but he felt the change in your damn energy.
how you were getting stronger and more confident without him.
and he didn't like it at all.
But I didn't think that deserved a reprimand beyond a scolding or, at most, no sweets after dinner.
Satoru simply loved spoiling you.
He wanted to feel that he was still in control of the situation and OF YOU above all. that when he decided, you would stop all this about not wanting him around, that everything would return to normal.
he should have known better.
because then you started with a more risky step. going outside Gojo's property when he was away.
Again, it was the most difficult so far, not only because of your recent rebellion, everyone was watching you like hawks, but also because of your own fear of the consequences you could have from your brother.
He wouldn't do anything to you if he EVER found out, right? TRUE??
There was a way to find out...
and you did, you left the property and didn't return until two days later.
and it was fucking MAGICAL for you.
finally! being able to go out alone! being able to go where you wanted instead of where Satoru dragged you! being able to eat something other than sweets! IT WAS INCREDIBLE!
And to make matters worse, Satoru didn't return from his mission until about 3 days after you returned, the chances of him knowing were low. and I don't act any different.
You felt like you had gotten away with it.
without knowing it was like that because that's how Satoru wanted it.
I'm not going to lie, he was VERY angry when they informed him that you had run away, how fucking dare you? After everything he did and DOES for you? But since you returned shortly after, he calmed down. Maybe.
His patience was already wearing thin with you. and he felt like at this rate, anything, and I mean seriously, ANYTHING would send him into a spiral.
so you can imagine how he reacted when he saw that you had plans to enroll in Jujustu Tech....
His patience snapped like a stretched rope...
And he knew exactly what he NEEDED to do...
The last thing you remembered before being thrown into this place was how scared you were when you saw Satoru.
It wasn't because you knew why he was after you at that moment, but when you saw his eyes-look, you grew up looking into his eyes, they didn't generate the same type of concern in you as they did for the others. you were never able to see DANGER in them (even if you knew damn well you should have)--
You just...hadn't seen your brother as a danger to you. UNTIL THAT MOMENT.
See how angry he was and how he practically dragged you to wherever you were now, completely in the dark, with nothing to do or apparently not even a place to lie down.
You tried to hit the door that Satoru put you through but it was impossible, it was sealed.
Your own brother had sealed you. in a dark room. Just because you wanted to get rid of him.
You tried to break the surrounding walls, it was futile, again. break the floor? also. and there was no opening.
While you were doing this you were yelling at Satoru, what the hell was on his mind? I had to get you out of there. What was I going to do? Lock you up until you gave in? Has he become fucking crazy?!
It was his plan, yes. Making you "miss him" through isolation.
Maybe that would make you reconsider about the good Big brother you had asshole
and well, isolation never did anyone any good. including you.
You practically had no other distraction than your own mind, you tried to stay sane by doing things like math, or exercise, but they burned out your brain and your body very quickly.
Not to mention that every day due to the lack of exits or sunlight you were becoming physically weaker, which made you rely more on your imagination.
but that wasn't such a good idea.
Before you thought about how you were going to get rid of your brother, how you were going to become a sorceress of your own kind, make friends, learn.
but now everything went down the drain.
and for the person who claims to love you more than anyone else.
yes, you felt like you hated him, but at the same time you were SO desperate for any human interaction at this point. No one was allowed to interact with you to lighten the punishment.
The staff left you food, yes, but they didn't interact with you, which made everything more painful.
You felt like every day was worse. that you were more in your head, reliving the good times with your brother and other members of the clan so as not to fall into madness, but you felt increasingly weaker.
It was even difficult for you to eat at this pace. You would have seriously considered harming yourself if it hadn't been for Satoru changing the cutlery for a spoon-fork...
It's like he's teasing you, keeping an eye on you but not taking you out. as if to say "I'm waiting for you to give up"
and then one day...seeing your thin body, how you haven't bathed in what seems like weeks, and with the possibility of going back to normal and just...forget about this...you do it...you give up .
When Satoru FINALLY gets you out of the place and they go back to State, you're surprised to see the staff drastically cut, but at this point? It doesn't matter much anymore.
as long as Satoru doesn't leave you alone again. let it be so.
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Thanks for the Request! I hope You enjoy it❤️
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