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xxobvzgoggzxx · 3 months

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LOVE COMPATIBILITY… 98%

synopsis in which you fall in love with satoru gojo while pairing up with him to get your dream crush.

note: # slight(lillll to no) angst, fluff! flirty satoru omg. listen to lover ! YOU WON’T REGRET. you’ll know why later on ;) wc 3k.

divider by @cafekitsune <3

“So, Kento Nanami, huh?”

You could feel two bright cerulean eyes burning at the back of your head. Who else if none other than Satoru Gojo?

“What? Utahime Isn't here, nor is Nanami. If that’s what you wanted to know.” You said, eyes still perched on your books.

Annoyed, he made his way around the table and took a seat in front of you. He lifted your chin and finally, your eyes met his bright cerulean ones with a shit-eating grin of his. “I see the way you look at him. I’d say you have a crush on him.”

“Fuck you. So what if I do? Can you disturb Utahime instead?” You swatted his hands away from your chin and went back to your book.

He scoffed at your feisty actions. “I have a proposal. You help me get Utahime and I’ll help you with Nanami. Deal?”

One sentence from him made you lose all focus on your book. And he knows. From the way you slowly drift your attention from the book to his eyes. He has finally caught your attention. If it wasn’t for your crush on Nanami, maybe you would have swooned at the sight.

You sighed, grabbing your book and shoving it into your bag. “It’s a deal, Gojo.”

Kento Nanami. The vice-president of the student council, Utahime as president. He’s quoted as the perfect student, he’s got the looks, along, with straight A’s. But to you, he’s just Nanami. Not that you know him personally. You disregarded his existence over a year, until your very first meeting with him. The same one that made you fall in love with him.

Utahime Iori. President of the student council. She’s quoted as the ‘school belle’. Her calm and gentle demeanour. The ribbons tied around her long black-purplish hair, her bangs resting on her forehead. To you, it was as if you saw an angel fall from the sky. No wonder Gojo had a crush on her.

“So, Suguru and I heard you got yourself into a deal with Satoru? Care to explain? ” Shoko nudged your elbow, with her signature smirk to pry the information out of you.

Like a normal best friend, you whole-heartedly explain the situation you got yourself into. Only to be met with a laugh, “Best wishes to you, YN. Don’t catch yourself falling in love with Gojo!”

You rolled your eyes in disgust. Ugh, as if!

Kento Nanami, whom you only shared 1 conversation with. But now, it’s going to change. With the help of Satoru Gojo. Well only if you help him with Utahime Iori, Of course!

“You know, you should start talking to him, instead of gawking your eyes out at him. He’s going to think you’re creepy that’s all.” Gojo says, with both his arms supporting his head, aware of the deadly glare you send his way.

“Instead of striking up a conversation, which you suck at. Try asking him to tutor you in Mathematics. Although I can probably do it better though.”

When it comes to Mathematics, Gojo(surprisingly) and Nanami are always the top students.

Embarrassed, that you were caught staring. “W-Well! Look at you! How about you and Utahime? Try asking her out to a cafe! Maybe a cat cafe! Girls like her love taking aesthetic pictures in a cat cafe…!”

It took you more than a day to gather up the courage to ask Nanami to be your tutor. Honestly, you weren’t that bad at Math, but if this is the only way to get closer to Nanami, this is all you had to take.

On the other hand, Gojo took more than a week to ask Utahime out. She’s the president, of course, and she has her other admirers! You made slight remarks about ‘The Satoru Gojo’ being able to get whatever he wants except the girl he wants. It hurt his pride, but boy, it was worth it when she finally said yes.

You two were getting somewhere. And this? Is only the beginning!

“YN!!! HELP ME!! This is an urgent matter!” Gojo whined, throwing a fit, like a kid who didn’t get candy from his mother in the mall he dragged you into.

“What? Why can’t you just throw yourself into anything? Suguru said your closet was filled with branded clothes.” You mumbled softly but loud enough for him to hear.

You were thrown off guard when he suddenly bent down, matching both your heights to close up the gap between you, throwing the smirk that girls in your school swooned over.

He booped your nose. “Hey, don’t forget the deal we made. You’re here to help me pick out an outfit for my date with Utahime this Saturday.”

You took a step back, you could feel your cheeks heating up. Haha! Maybe you could lie your way out, telling him you have a fever? Your bubble of thoughts burst when you heard him call out ‘Utahime’.

Right. You were supposed to help him. Plus you had a crush on Nanami! Right?..

He chuckled at your reaction, going back to his original height. You were just adorable to tease! “Plus you could’ve told me if you had an eye for my branded clothes. Say the word and they’re all yours.”

You spent half the day helping Gojo with his outfit. He wasn’t that picky with style and fashion but you wanted to make sure he looked his best with the girl he liked. To say he isn’t gorgeous-looking is a lie. He is gorgeous. The shirt you picked out hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. You could almost see his six-pack abs. You knew he was fit, but not this ripped. God damn-

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He teased.

He ended up not getting that shirt because you claimed it was ‘too fitting’ and would only scare Utahime out. Lies. You wanted to be selfish and be the only one to see his body and that part of him.

“It’s late. I’ll send you home. A reward for helping me today!”

It’s not that you hated Satoru Gojo, he’s just a pain in the neck to deal with but you don’t mind.

Here you are, sitting next to him on the bus. You brushed off his offer but he insisted on sending you home so you gave up arguing. Satoru Gojo gets whatever he wants except the girl he wants.

You decided to break the awkward tension when you realised he stopped talking. It was too quiet for your liking. You offered him the right side of your earpiece. He looked at you, confused.

“Wanna, um- share earpiece and listen to my songs? It’s quite a ride. 15 stops heh. Don’t want you to get bored and regret your decision, then you’ll leave me alone at a random stop” You said sheepishly.

He smiled, taking his side of your earpiece and slotting in his ear. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’d never leave you.”

As if it was right on cue, your playlist started playing ‘Lover’ by Taylor Swift. It was just embarrassing to change now. You just let it be.

Oh Spotify, the wingman you are.

It was a regular day, you needed help with a Math question, not wanting to call Nanami, you didn’t want him to think you’re that dumb. Is that really the reason? Instead, you called Gojo.

Of course he teased you into calling him.

After two hours, you decided to take a break. While Gojo used your bathroom, you played on your phone, stumbling on a love calculator. Completely unaware that Gojo was out of the bathroom.

You felt your phone being snatched away. “Ooh what’s this sweetheart? A love compatibility calculator? You and Nanami 35% HAHA aww poor you. Lemme type in me and Utahime.. WHAT! 21% Damn…”

“Give my phone back Gojo!” You stood on your tippy toes, stretching your arms to reach for it.

He wriggled your phone on top of his head, grabbing both your wrist with his free hand and pinned it in the air. Now your faces were really close, you could feel his breath on yours. “Call me Satoru, sweetheart.”

“Why did you call me out here on a friday night sweetheart? You miss me?”

You tsked at the man towering over you. “Me and Nanami are going out! We’re going ice skating tomorrow but I don’t know how to. And I know you have a date with Utahime tomorrow but you’re the first and only person I could think of. It’s okay if you don’t want to though! I underst-”

You were rambling. A habit of yours. It’s cute. Satoru thinks but sorry, he just had to cut you off!

He took your hand, placing it on his shoulders while getting on his knees. “Tie your laces properly sweetheart, don’t want you to fall now. I’m honoured that you thought of me and of course I’ll teach you! I’m the best skater in all of Japan!” (not really..)

Throughout the whole time, he held your hands gently, like you’re made of glass. “Bend your knees sweetheart. I got you. You won’t fall as long as I’m here. I’ll be behind you, kay? I’ll let go when I think you’re ready.” He moves his blades backward, letting you stride forward in return.

With him behind you, you felt better. You attempted to skate forward when you felt the loss of a pair of hands. You started to panic, causing you to lose your balance on the ice. You were going to fall. You closed your eyes expecting to land face flat but luckily, it never happened. You opened your eyes, you were met with his charming cerulean eyes. You were caught by Satoru’s strong grip. You feel his muscular arms resting at your waist.

“Shit I’m sorry sweetheart you were doing so well. I thought you’d be fine on your own.”

The space between you was so close that you just wanted to lean in and kiss him. To know what his lips tasted like but you remember the date with Utahime and Nanami. Tomorrow.

You squirmed out of his grasp, brushing off the wrinkles of your shirt. “I’m alright but you! Almost dropped me!”

You wanted to tease him some more when you saw the tears pooling up in his eyes. You felt bad for him. After all he did catch you, did he not?

You ran your hand through his soft snow white hair. You melted at the sight of him tilting his head to see you better. He looks like a cat. You think.

You softly said “I’m not hurt. After all, you did catch me. Thank you for that”

You felt him chuckling. He removed your hands from his hair to kiss your knuckles. “HAHA GOT YOU! JUST SAY YOU LOVE ME- OW!”

Kento Nanami, the vice president of the student council, the one whom you shared 1 conversation with, is out on a date with you. You two had recently been much closer, thanks to the tuition he gave you. Not like you needed it. You insisted on paying him but he rejected. Instead repay him by going on a date with him.

Shoko congratulated you, ‘He’s finally liked you back YN!!’ But do you? Aren’t you happy?

It was also the day of Utahime’s date with Satoru. The day he awaited ever since he striked that deal with you. That also meant him, wearing the outfit you picked out. You sighed.

But weren’t you getting what you’ve always wanted? Kento Nanami and you. Satoru Gojo with Utahime Iori? Will this end your friendship?

Thanks to Satoru, you’ve become a better skater. Better than before. At least. Your mind flew to the night before, caught in your dreamworld till you tripped over your own blade. You were caught by a strong grip at your waist. But it wasn’t the grip you were familiar with.

It wasn’t Satoru Gojo’s.

“Are you okay YN?” Nanami asked with concern written all over him.

You had to lie your way out. Said you weren’t feeling well so he concluded to wrap the day up and send you home. You also lied about your address, giving Shoko’s address instead. Once he waved you goodbye and out of your sight, you knocked on Shoko’s door and immediately broke down in her arms

God, you felt awful lying to Kento Nanami, after all he’s nothing but sweet to you.

Shoko spent an hour comforting you. You explained your situation in between your broken cries and hiccups. “I’m in love with Satoru Gojo!!! Shoko!!”.

Shoko was dumbfounded. Did she perhaps jinxed it?

You felt terrible. For liking someone you shouldn’t. You didn’t bother asking Satoru how his date went. Him and Utahime probably got together. There was no way he needed you now. So for the next few days, you decided to absent yourself from school and reality. You decided it was too early to face the truth.

satoru gojo.

Hey sweet thing, you okay? How was your date yesterday? Did he hurt you? Are you unwell? Text me after you see this okay?:(((((((

shoko 💕

Come to school bff, I’ll treat you to lunch?

SUGURU 🫡🫡

Hey YN. You alright? We’re worried about you. Text us when you’re ready.

You groaned in displeasure, wrapping yourself in your blanket. If there’s one thing that you hate, it has to be ignoring your friends. 200 miscalls from the group chat. It hurt your heart when you decided to mute them.

Ding! One new notification. Now you were really furious. Didn’t you muted them all? Do you have to go that far by blocking them? You checked your phone ready to burst, until it’s not your usual friend group.

Nanami Kento

Hey YN. Can we meet for a while? If that’s okay with you.

You

Sure. Can I send you my address? I don’t want my friends to catch me outside right now.

Nanami Kento

I hope it’s your real address this time. But of course, anything for you YN.

Ugh. You cringed, he wasn’t supposed to find out. You forced your butt out of bed to tidy yourself up before he arrives.

Minutes later, he arrived at your doorstep, pulling something out from the side. “Hey. Got you these flowers.”

You accepted the flowers— a pretty baby’s breath bouquet wrapped in cerulean fabric wrap, the same colour as Satoru's eyes. “How did you know I like these? I never told you.”

You shifted your gaze from the flowers to him. You could tell that he was nervous as he rubbed the back of his while avoiding eye contact with you.

“I had to ask Satoru Gojo. You like him, don’t you? That night, you left your earpiece in the car, and I know how important it is to lose something so I made a U-turn. I knocked on the door but no one answered. I didn’t mean to overhear you confessing your feelings for him to.. Shoko? You were quite loud, YN. Still got your earpiece though. Here.”

You felt the world crumbling beneath you, and another problem arise. “Nanami.”

You had no excuse. You had to come clean eventually but fate wanted you to right your wrongs right here and now.

He cut you off with a smile. “It’s alright YN, please don’t ever apologise about your feelings. I know you were sincere about being friends with me. To be honest, I liked you too, from the very first day we met. Go find Satoru Gojo. He’s the man who can truly make you happy. I shall take my leave YN, just letting you know that I’m always here for you.”

Tears stained down your cheeks but you could only mutter out “Thank you, Nanami.”

It was there when you realise, you no longer had a crush on Kento Nanami.

‘Go find Satoru Gojo’ His words repeatedly ring in your head. You stared at the earpiece and bouquet in your hands. The same earpiece that you shared with Satoru that night. The flowers you told him you loved.

Despite your lack of stamina, you decided to run, as fast as your legs could take you. And it led you to Satoru Gojo’s house. You were panting by now. Your mind told you to leave. To turn back and go home. But your legs betrayed you. You walked to his front door, about to knock until the door swung open. You lost your balance as you were leaning on the door.

You were instantly greeted by a familiar pair of arms around your waist. The arms who fit your waist perfectly. Your eyes meet ceruleans ones, matching the bouquet Nanami had given you.

“Sweetheart?”

“Satoru.”

The two of you stayed in that position, not wanting to move. After all, you haven’t seen him in almost a week! He begged Shoko to tell him what was going on but you knew she would never break girl code.

You and Satoru sat in silence on his porch, staying silent. “Wna tell me what’s bothering you sweetheart?”

“Stop calling me that! Nanami and I aren’t a thing by the way. But! You! You have a girlfriend!”

Oh. So that was what’s going on.

He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer till there’s no space left between you. You could feel his eyes dart from your mouth to your eyes. Not that you mind. You did the same.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” That was your cue.

He was taking too long to kiss you.

You tugged his collar and next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. You finally knew what he tasted like —and now, you can’t get enough of it.

The deal between you two, was long forgotten.

In a daze, you reluctantly pull away, trying to catch your breath, finding yourself smiling at the sight of Satoru chasing your lips. Your lips found his once more and this continues for a long time.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while,” Satoru confessed.

“About Utahime, she cancelled off the date a week before, just didn’t tell ya. She’s moving to Kyoto and I realised that the only girl I wanted to go on a cat cafe date is with you YN.”

Your lips begin to tremble slightly. You wrapped your arms around his torso, burying your head in his chest. “I’m in love with you Satoru.”

“I love you too, YN. Please be mine and don’t ever ignore me again. Told you I’d never leave you.” He whispers, giving soft kisses in your hair.

You pulled away looking up at him. Even with tears all over your face, he thinks you’re the prettiest mess he’s ever seen. You reached out your hand offering him the right side of your earpiece. “Wna listen to some songs?"

He flashes you a smile “Only if you play Lover.”

BONUS!

"Oooo baby look! We got 98% on the love compatibility calculator!" Satoru beamed happily.

"It better be" You whispered.

lily → based on a drama i watched + kinda rushed ending, sorry to all nanami lovers. but if u like it, pls check my other works! tysm 🥹❤️ love u all and happy holidays my loves !

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xxobvzgoggzxx · 3 months

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oooh 8 + satoru pls for your game? :3

8. in a fit of anger after a mission gone wrong, both characters sleep in the only available bed because no one was chivalrous to offer to take the floor

˗ˏˋa/n: i made it so that satoru and reader are still students at jujutsu tech for plot reasons, but they're both supposed to be around 19-20 yrs old !!

satoru had a terrible habit of showing off.

going on missions with him was always particularly annoying because it was never just one and done with him. he liked to play too much, dancing around the curse he's supposed to exorcise and let the curse think they have even a sliver of a chance against him before instantly taking them out with a flick of his wrist.

it would be entertaining, maybe even a little alluring, to someone who had never seen him take out curses before. but you've known him for several years at this point, and when you're just trying to get your job done, it's really annoying.

especially when his fooling around only serves to fail spectacularly on him.

"i told you i had it under control." satoru grumbled from behind you, his steps heavy and boots squelching underneath his feet as he walked forward. as it turned out, he fucked around too much and found out the squid-like curse he was supposed to exorcise in an instant could, in fact, expel copious amounts of greenish-purple ink when it gets startled (you know, in the same exact way an actual squid would ink you).

which left the both of you absolutely drenched in said ink. when the curse nearly got away, you both activated your cursed techniques in a blinding rush to blast in the general direction that it was at, but your combined powers brought the abandoned facility tumbling down around you both. had it not been for his infinity, you'd have been crushed to a pulp.

"i wouldn't say this"— you gestured between the mess the curse made of both of you —"is considered 'having it under control'."

satoru scoffed behind you, but he didn't respond as you turned around and continued walking in the direction of your shared motel room. normally, you'd have both been booked in a fancier hotel, all expenses paid for by the school you both attend. but the mission was a last minute one, and the hotels in the area were all booked. though, you suppose right now that was ultimately for the better — you're not sure any hotels would permit entry with the way you both look right now.

you pulled the keys out of your pocket, grumbling under your breath about how sticky and gross you felt, how satoru shouldn't have messed around with the curse, how he never listens or takes anything seriously. all of which was met with a frustrated sigh from satoru's end.

you were still bickering even as you stepped into the shower, the water running not doing nearly enough to drown out the sound of your complaints from the other side of the door. satoru just stood around the bathroom in silence while he waited for you to finish, not wanting to sit down anywhere in the room while he was covered in curse goop.

he was just thankful it was his turn to sleep in the bed tonight.

by the time he was out of the shower, however, he was met with the sight of you getting comfortable under the sheets of the bed he was supposed to be on tonight, as per the prearranged agreement you both came to when you arrived the day before.

"uh, what are you doing?"

"what does it look like i'm doing?" you muttered, pulling the duvet up to your chin in a petulant manner. "i'm trying to go to sleep."

"nuh-uh," satoru frowned, closing the bathroom door behind him and walking straight towards the bed. "we agreed i got to have the bed tonight."

"that was before you fucked up the mission."

satoru just scoffed, shaking his head at you. "i'm not sleeping on the floor again."

"that's too bad." you shrugged, entirely indifferent as you rolled over to face the opposite direction. you heard satoru sigh behind you, and after a moment of silence the duvet was suddenly lifted up and you felt the mattress dip as satoru squeezed into the remaining space on the bed.

"what the hell—"

"i told you," he grumbled with a roll of his eyes, nudging you with his shoulder to move over. "i'm not sleeping on the floor."

you groaned in response, but ultimately scooted over to give him more room. "whatever, just keep your hands to yourself."

"like i'd ever put my hands on you."

with scowls on your faces you both turned away from each other, tugging up the duvet and falling asleep in sour moods. yet despite satoru's words, when you both awoke the next morning, his arm was curled around yours, heads leaning against each other on the same pillow.

(you both opted to pretend it never happened).

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xxobvzgoggzxx · 3 months

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Can I request Sorcerer Satoru and glasses wearing non-sorcerer fem reader who can see curses (I was recently watching curse womb arc and apparently someone who can see curses but not exorcise them are called widows) but make her a gardener at jujustu tech!

so the reader is shy but she likes Satoru so in her own way, she tries to make him happy...how? She leaves him flowers with (different positive meanings) in his office everyday!

Satoru thinks everybody gets flowers until he talks with others about it and realizes only he gets them. So the trio (yuuji and gang) goes into investigation mode and then they find out that each flower Satoru had received has positive meanings! Then Satoru waits next day for reader to arrive with flowers and that day the flower mean "Please notice me" and then the usual Satoru rizz and they go out on date and you can elaborate from here or leave it after their date ( but please make sure they do end up together tho!) Thanks~

Morning Glory s. gojo x fem!reader

note: the title is based on a flower that i thought kinda looks like satoru's eyes <33 ty for requesting bby :D

content: fluff, flowers many flowers, reader is a gardener at jujutsu high, gojo is a little bit dumb at first, getting together, au where geto's a teacher!!

This was the fourth time Gojo has stepped into his classroom to find flowers on his desk. He found the little gesture endearing, even though he had no clue who it was. At first he thought it was one of his students bringing him flowers but all five of them denied it.

He's also asked Geto if he was leaving the flowers but the raven haired male denied it also.

Suddenly his three first years became curious of who could be leaving these different flowers for their sensei.

"Huh, I'm surprised he's even getting flowers. Gojo Sensei is annoying." Megumi said.

Nobara chimed in, "Either they're desperate or has bad taste!"

Yuji the kind soul tried to give his teacher the benefit of the doubt, "Oh come on guys! Maybe a sweet person wanted him to have them!"

Both laughed off the idea, but decided to help him anyway.

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Gojo had talked with just about every teacher trying to find the source of these flowers. Finally, when he asked Yaga, he told him they have a gardener he could ask.

Since when did they have a gardener? Yaga looked at him like it was a dumb question, "How do you think the grass stays this nice and the flowers look good?"

By the time someone told him where he could find you he decided to rule you out. There's no way a girl like you could be interested in him. You look so adorable in your glasses that seem to be a bit big because you constantly slide them up your face.

The way you tend to the flowers is so gentle and loving. Gojo was very hyper and crazy, he feared he'd scare you off.

As he's walking away you turn your head to see Gojo's back. You stifle a gasp so he doesn't potentially hear you. Had he just been walking by? Or was he coming to talk to you?

There's no way he was just passing by, because this garden is secluded on the west side of campus.

You wanted to tell him to come back, but fear stopped you. The horror of stumbling on your words or flat out rejection was too much to even think about.

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You'd hand pick the beautiful morning glory flowers, only selecting the best looking ones for him. Afterward you'd cut away all the imperfections from the stems. Then it was time to look for the wrapping paper you wanted to wrap them up in.

Around this time Gojo usually was on his lunch break so he wouldn't see you sneak the flowers in. Once they were wrapped you wrote a little card which read:

"These flowers are beautiful, just like your eyes. I hope you enjoy them!" -Your Secret Admirer

You slipped the little card in the bouquet. Now it was time to bring them to his classroom. The hallways were quiet as you walked in them toward his classroom. The cold metal of the door handle met your hand and you pushed it slowly, as to not make any noise.

Your eyes scan the room as you step inside and you're surprised to find Gojo sitting at his desk, feet on his desk.

"Aha so it was you!" He says with a delighted smile.

You looked like a deer caught in headlights. For some reason your brain goes into fight or flight mode and you drop the flowers and book it down the hall. What if he waited to confront you because he hates them?

"Hey wait!" You hear him yell but you don't stop.

You should have realized he'd catch you. He is after all the strongest sorcerer in the world.

His warm hand gripped your wrist. "These are beautiful." He whispers thoughtfully, a small smile follows.

He likes them? It takes a second to process this, because this whole time you were scared to tell him about the flowers. From what others have said about him made you believe he was a snarky, all about me, kind of guy. Even though deep down inside you figured there was some good to him.

"You like them?"

"Of course I do! They look kinda like my eyes." You point to the card, and he opens it to read it.

"How'd you know what they look like?" He asks curiously. His blindfold is on so he swears there's no way you could have seen them.

"I've been gardening here for quite a while, but I saw them that one time your blindfold slipped down your face because you weren't used to wearing it and it was the wrong size." You chuckle reminiscing how he pouted about it falling down.

"Are you serious?! How have I not noticed you??? I feel so dumb." He says face palming his forehead.

"My presence isn't too noticeable I assume. I only really speak to the principal and Geto." He nods your way to let you know he's listening.

"Could I take you out sometime? Do you like fancy dinners?" He asks checking his phone to see if he has any days available.

"Um.. no where too crowded please. I'm not a fan of huge crowds." You push your stupid glasses up again.

"Shall I buy you new ones, you seem to push those up a lot." He notices.

"Uh don't worry about it, I wouldn't want you to waste your money on glasses for me!" A smile forms on his face and he shakes his head.

"Think of it as a courting gift and a compensation for these beautiful flowers. Also I know some simple quiet places we could dine at." You truly feel at ease around him too. Gojo is not like anything people described him as. He may be a little self-centered but he knows how to put himself to the side.

"Okay, I look forward to dinner." You both smile this time. He grabs your hand, giving it a tender kiss. You feel heat pool in your stomach at the sweet action.

"What a charmer you are." And he chuckles at you.

"That I am."

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xxobvzgoggzxx · 3 months

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“What’s wrong with them?”

“They are just two 17-year-olds in love.”

Shoko and Geto quietly watch you and Gojo fool around with each other, and then he gently puts his palms to your neck and your lips close in an innocent kiss, reflecting your naivety, but at the same time the youthful sincerity raging in you.

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xxobvzgoggzxx · 3 months

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pairing: gojo satoru x reader | 1.2k words summary: shoko-centric, as in it’s written from her pov, based on yesterday’s leaks bc i finally have some hope, simple bittersweet angst to fluff !! he’s coming back trust <3

shoko’s eyes are focused as she works, but they can’t help but drift towards you, taking in your expression—half hopeful and half terrified as you watch her hands critically.

your teeth are digging into your bottom lip— worrying the flesh with bites and nips that are sure to eventually draw blood.

she wants to click her tongue and rub your shoulder in the hopes that you’ll stop looking so stressed. but she understands—after all, her hands are occupied with the most important thing in your world.

satoru’s body has begun regenerating on its own—as shoko had expected when he was brought back to her. her body had clicked into autopilot when that blue haired kid handed him off to her, her brain choosing to ignoring the overwhelming sense of relief that washed over her when she saw him pulled away from that death field.

so she could only imagine your feelings in this moment—scared, angry, and yet so hopeful.

because that’s what gojo satoru was to everyone—an embodiment of hope. he had been as such for so many years. she has no doubt that even in death he would be the same.

but despite all that, she wants the blue eyed idiot to wake up already—wants to see his lopsided grin and your relieved face when the two of you look at each other. so all she does is continue to work, because that’s what she’s good at—what she’s always been good at.

working in the shadows.

you don’t say anything to her—you’ve known her long enough not to. shoko thinks back to the thousands of times she’s healed you up after missions, thinks of your sheepish grin when she scolded you for being careless out there. you’ve always been careless about yourself.

she thinks you’ve only ever been truly concerned when satoru was the one who was in trouble.

the two of you were idiots—because while the two of you may not give a shit about your own safety, shoko constantly worried about you both.

so she inhales through her nose, keeping her eyes trained on satoru’s body. “he’ll be fine,” she says, voice steadily echoing around the room. she can feel your eyes on her, feel the studying gaze of them, and oddly enough she relaxes under it.

something so familiar about this all.

she hears you sigh, a nod to her statement, and shoko takes it as a sign of agreement.

it has always been this way with the three of you—too many words unnecessary. at one point in time, it used to be that way among the four of you too.

shoko doesn’t know how much time passes. all she can focus on is the energy flowing from her hands to satoru’s battered body and your rapidly steadying breaths. the silence is not unwelcoming—an odd comfort in the midst of the chaos raging not so far away.

something tilts on its axis when his eyes finally open.

shoko feels like her breath has gone cold, settling low in her chest as she watches him sit up. there’s a brief moment of confusion in his face—eyes hazy as he looks at her. she gives him a pointed stare, not trying to betray her emotions, but the expression is enough for satoru to understand that he wasn’t supposed to be here. the haziness in his eyes clear, and shoko thinks she might be hallucinating because he looks almost apologetic.

and then, his gaze travels past her, to the back corner, and when they land on you shoko can see the puzzle pieces click together. his pupils dilate, lips parting in a sharp inhale as everything finally comes back to him.

you choke back a sob—a sound so pained and shoko almost feels as though it’s cut through her flesh. satoru’s eyes are wild, arms reaching for you before his brain can even catch up. he pulls you against him with reckless abandon, your body folding into his like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

which, shoko understands, it is.

your arms are tight around satoru’s midsection, head buried into his chest—as though if you let him go he’ll slip away all over again. shoko doesn’t blame you—she doesn’t take her eyes off of him for the exact same reason.

satoru’s fingers remain tangled in your hair—a tremor to them that only the most observant eyes can pick up.

your shoulders shake with the effort of holding back a plethora of emotions that shoko both understands and doesn’t. satoru’s hands smooth down your hair, chest heaving as he shuts his eyes and presses his nose to your temple.

it’s an embrace that shoko is almost proud to see—a reunion that she’s grateful to be privy to.

satoru pulls back a little, hands cupping your face as his eyes dart over your features—wild and bright with life.

“‘m sorry—” he’s saying, voice oddly steady for the way his fingertips are trembling against your skin. “i didn’t—i thought—fuck, ‘m so sorry, sweets—”

“you came back.” you’re whispering, voice unsteady and thick with unfiltered longing. you pull him back into a hug. “thank god. you came back.”

satoru’s arms tighten around you imperceptibly. a featherlight kiss dusts your forehead—barely a touch but there all the same.

shoko smothers an amused huff. it’s about time.

your voice is shaking even with your cheek pressed against his chest. “i thought that you—”

satoru nods against your temple. “i did,” he answers, licking at his dry lips. “i mean—”

a sharp inhale. you pull back to study his face. satoru’s voice becomes imperceptibly softer. “i saw…”

shoko doesn’t need to ask what he saw—she knows it automatically. you seem to know it too.

“it’s fine.” he’s shaking his head, lips quirking upward—his thumb brushes over the slope of your cheek with the utmost care. “it doesn’t matter.”

you give him a rueful smile, eyes uncharacteristically dewy, and shoko thanks her lucky stars that the expression seems to bother satoru just as much as it bothers her. she watches him cup your face, leaning his forehead against yours with an oddly somber sigh. your fingers come up to press against his knuckles, and satoru smiles, eyes fluttering at the touch.

shoko sees the color slowly start seeping back into his skin, an all familiar flush dusting his cheeks as he looks down at you, and her shoulders drop—a weight lifting.

she takes a step back.

satoru makes eyes contact with her over your head. there’s something there, deep within cerulean blue, that has shoko’s body finally relaxing. he studies her, eyes wide and open, and for the first time in a long time, she sees the message in them clearly.

his lips curl upward at her, an expression so nostalgic it makes shoko think she can hear the sound of teenage laughter—a gentle voice whispering about the good and bad of their lives. she shuts her eyes—helpless.

satoru watches her expression, somehow understanding, and he smiles to himself. his chin tips down at her, an acknowledgment of sorts, that has her feeling oddly emotional.

shoko shoves her hands in her pockets, and for the first time in a while, she allows herself to smile.

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