moritofu

[moritofu]

every one of my fav characters needs a DBH AU so Sylus is no exception.

My name is SL900, Im the android sent by Onychinus.

FYI in DBH this character is doing this with his partner's trust and consent (if you chose 'friend' path). no invasion of privacy or disrespect involved.

[moritofu]

Is it too much to ask for? I just want a yuri hanamitchi fic 😭

[moritofu]

. “I don’t wanna go to bed, mad at you” .

. . . @moritofu presents . . .

✧˚₊‧ wc : 5.1k words hihiii

warnings ✧˚₊‧ : !HURT W COMFT! kissing/making out scenarios. Swearing. Reader likes to overthink and is bad at communicating (But Satoru to the rescue) Satoru is downbad and such a cute loverboy. Mention of eating out (lmfaooa just at the epilogue) Reader accusing Satoru of cheating (But we all know he won't 😿) Might be a bit confusing due to sudden changes of POV's. Some grammar errors, since English is not my first language. (Also not proofread huhu)

✧˚₊‧ sum : While walking to the bus stop you saw Satoru with another woman. A woman that you have never seen, hence the woman didn't even look like a sorcerer at all.

slight notes ✧˚₊‧ : Hope you guys like itttt <3 Unnecessary hates will be blocked!!

“So? I’m sure Satoru would allow you to”

“Not sure, Sho.”

“It’s a clubbbb! I’m sure he’ll come too, we haven’t hanged out since last month, let’s have some fun”

A conversation between you and a brown haired woman, Shoko. Inside her clinical office, there you were, sitting down on her couch while she stands in front of you. Asking and pleading to finally have a girls night out with you.

I mean, there’s no problem in that, it’s just you think Satoru might not allow you to, or on the other hand, he might come with you. And you did not want to kill the joy between you and your other friends.

“I can force him to make you come with us, I can kick his arse for you” Shoko said sarcastically, plowing down on the same couch as you, sitting beside and resting her head on your shoulders. It was like the old times, sitting with Shoko on the bench of outside the Jujutsu school and while waiting for the two idiots to come back from missions.

“No, it’s alrighty, besides I’ll just ask him. I guess I’m sure he’ll let me. If not, then we can do it next time” I replied while standing up, signing that I should be leaving as it’s almost 12am and Satoru would’ve probably gone home from his mission.

“Alright, just let me know.. I’ll kick his ass either way”

“Sooo rude, Sho. I’ll see ya’ when I see ya” I giddily said while giving her a warm hug.

“Love ya”

We both bid goodbye to each other, going back to our own businesses. But before I could even shut the door, I felt my heart getting heavier. Heavier?? This feels so odd. And so off.. I tried removing the bad and negative thoughts and decided to just walk my way home.

Maybe a walk would be helpful, a mental walk to be exact.

It was around 11:43pm and really late, there was less people and a more dark alleyway. But good thing the buildings and the traffic lights added more lights to it, making me feel safe and the other passerby’s. The shops were closing already, and the doors are getting shut closed.

But put the thoughts aside, I am contemplating whether I should take a bus home or not. Our house is right there straightaway but it would take me 35 minutes to walk. And I feel so tired. I have been on a mission since this morning and the only rest I got was when I went to Shoko’s place

My laziness got the best of me, and just decided to wait for the bus.

Wait

As I was about to cross of the street, I found someone familiar.. wayy too familiar

No.

A white haired man that I have been longing for since this morning. The one I haven’t gotten to kiss yet because of our both’ busy schedules.

He is in a cafe?? With someone. Specially, a girl? I couldn’t describe the feeling that I have right now, or what I feel right now. The girl was leaning on the table, closing such a huge gap between them both.

A girl was even wearing a short top, that exposes her belly and a top that pushes her chest up.

Is he liking it?? Does he like the conversation they are having right now??

She then smiled back at him, God knows what they were talking about. Or flirting. I then saw Satoru stand up from his seat, signing to leave. But before he could do so, I saw him smiling back at the girl.

Satoru had been flirty with girls, but ever since he started dating me, he changed. Or so I thought he did. The girl even blushed at the way he smiled at her back, so the feelings were mutual after all?

The thoughts that I have been having, overthinking everything, creating assumptions, I know they’re all bad thoughts that does nothing but destroy relationships. But here I am, in the bus stop, waiting for the bus in a cold weather. Overthinking and felt like as if tears are gonna roll down in any moment

Is he losing feelings? Is that why he cancelled some of our dates this month. Is she the reason why he’s going to work so early and coming back so late?

Is that why??

The heavy heart that I am feeling right now, was nothing compared to me being crushed down by a powerful special grade. It was nothing alike to how I feel right now, seeing your boyfriend, the man that you thought was gonna be by your side.. with another girl.

The thoughts have driven away when I saw the bus in front of me, stopping and waiting for the other passengers to get off and to get on.

I then wiped my tears away, sniffing quietly as I get on the bus. Paying to the bus driver and tapping my card away.

“Are you ok, miss?” I heard the conductor said, I wanted to say no obviously not, but I took all the strength in me to not to cry and talk.

“Y-yes, I’m fine thankyou” Fuck it for stuttering, before he could even say anything at all, I hid my card inside my wallet and walked away. Looking for a seat, as I felt nothing but a heavy heart and a tired body. But even then my eyes got tired, I didn’t stopped smiling at the old woman in front of me.

Just because I was having a bad bad day, that doesn’t mean I won’t try to make it better.

But the thoughts chased me.

I have seen every relatives of Satoru and every friend he could have, but you haven’t seen this girl anywhere. Hence this girl doesn’t even look like a sorcerer at all!

You felt like breaking down any moment now, just by thinking of it. Remembering it. You can see it vividly in your memories, it’s like it’s intact in your brain, which tugs a heartstrings and your chest felt aching

My eyebrows then furrowed a bit, while tears are threatening to fall. No. No.. don’t cry. Everything will be fine

I tried comforting myself and tried breathing my counts, sometimes it does help me. But sometimes it doesn’t.

My head felt heavier, hanging down a bit low and I am thankful for my long hair, hiding my tired face.

If he saw me like this, would he care? Knowing he has another girl on his phone, talking to every morning until late at night.

He’s acting different since last month.

My thoughts then got interrupted once again, hearing my stop and pressing the stop button. I then stand up from my seat and went closer to the door, waiting for the bus to stop near our apartment building.

The question is, is he staying at our shared apartment or staying at his own penthouse today. Hopefully yes, because I don’t want to deal with anything right now, especially now that I am feeling such a heavy heart and the feeling of tiredness, it’s gnawing me too much.

I then dragged my feet out of the bus, carrying such a heavy body and a heavy heart

Today was not really it, and just by seeing Satoru, first thing in the living room as I opened the door wasn’t what I have been expecting. Usually he would be asleep as soon as he got home.

“Babyyyyy.. I missed you” He clings onto me, wrapping both of his huge and long arms around my neck and my waist. Pulling me closer and closer as if he hadn’t talked to another girl.

I felt cheated on.

I couldn’t help but overthink even more. Just by these thoughts, it’s making me even more angrier now rather than sad.

I didn’t even felt the urge to hug him back, I felt so so tired to even talk as well.

“Hey, hey.. sweets, what happened? Bad mission? I’d talk to the higher ups”

I felt both of his warm hands on my warm cheeks, the cheeks where my tears kept on rolling on my way here. The cheeks that were so red because of the cold and the harsh winds outside, as I have been waiting for the bus stop, to get home to you.. whilst you didn’t even bother checking up on me.

I felt so jealous.

“Nothing” I coldly said, not even looking straight up in his blue eyes. The eyes that I have swore to not fall in love with when we were younger.

“No, talk to me.. please” he gave me his glassy eyes, and a look that he knows I can’t resist. But now, I don’t even want to see his face, including his white hair that is so fluffy and soft.

“Satoru, I said it’s nothing.” I didn’t mean to raise my voice, especially now that I am in the state where I am feeling vulnerability and softness.

I felt his body moving away from mine, instead facing me. Giving me those eyes that knows everytime something is wrong.

Satoru was very observant, and especially to me, and the way I act. Hence, he knows I am feeling sad right now. And that stupid six eyes that helps him sense that something is actually wrong.

“No, let’s talk please. Do you want anything? need anything? Let’s sit down on our couch baby” I don’t wanna hear that stupid voice

I felt my nose burning, signing that I am about to cry.

Just as the tears were about to roll, I used my ounce of energy left and straight got away from him. Going to our shared master bedroom and wiping it away. Obviously he went after me, like a worried puppy

“Satoru. Just leave me alone for now” Satoru?? His name, really? You’re mad at him?

He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he knows he has to respect your personal soace and that you’ll come back to him. And you’ll tell him every problem and worries that you had. But he will be with you, assuring you, giving you tose constant assurances and love that you obviously know would give you butterflies.

“Yes, of course my love. I’ll give you a space, but please talk to me later, hm? I’ll be here in the living room” There was a hint of worries in his tone, his eyebrows were a bit scrunched up, thinking and reminding himself of what could be possibly going on.

I did not answer back, or even gave a nod. I just straight away walked inside our bathroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt so ugly. I bit my lips, trying not to cry, and breathing again.

The water on the bathroom sink was running, while I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I have changed into my pajamas as well, but I still felt angry and jealous.

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Gojo Satoru was obviously confused, stuck on the couch, having both of his long legs spread and both brows still scrunched up. As if he was thinking very very deeply.

He felt low, ever since the girl on the cafe. He was supposed to be talking about the set up of your upcoming birthday party. And yes, it was supposed to be a surprise party for you, a grand party, since you deserved everything and the whole world.

But it was ruined when the girl started flirting with Satoru, even in the text messages. He knew he should’ve blocked that girl, he doesn’t want her to see a message of another girl that she never knew or has seen before. He doesn’t like making her woman overthink, hence making her cry.

He didn’t forgot how mad he got when he saw the woman’s top, of course the girl had seen what he looks like, he is a famous public figure. And a handsome one.

Hence he didn’t even remember what was the girls name, he only texted one or two messages about your upcoming birthday surprises and ideas and after that, he left her on delivered. He doesn’t care about leaving people on seen or delivered, but he would never let him his woman’s messages be seen or just as delivered.

Back tracking to last month, Suguru, Shoko and of course Satoru, have been listing ideas for your birthday. It was next month and they have to think fast for a good and perfect surprises for you.

Obviously Satoru had already brought you gift and have been hidden in his apartment, being taken care of by his personal maids from his clan’s old home. He wants the gift to be taken care of and cannot be dusted while he’s away, spending time with his sweets.

But some days can be hectic, making him feel annoyed that he has to spend time away from you. Higher ups sending him on more missions than before, and also the planning of your birthday surprise.

Suguru then have met someone who can be in charge of the birthday party while the three of them are gone. Hence, Satoru even got Nanami joining the planning.

“I knew you looked better in person” the woman’s voice was enough to make me irritated, does she think I like what I am seeing? I am someone’s soon to be husband and obviously she knows that, I have stated that I have a fiancé (well he hasn’t proposed to you YET, but it’s part of the planning)

“Just get to the planning already, will you?” I felt satisfied when I saw the girl’s flushed face turned a bit purple, fixing her posture and clothes. Feeling embarrassed. Well she should be. She can’t be acting like this in front of a soon to be married man.

“I want it to be that color because it’s her favorite color.” I stated “I also want the flowers to be carefully chosen, and should be fresh. Money is not a problem here, just name any numbers and my secretary Ichiji would send it to you”

“Hah.. yes, yes of course.. Mr. Satoru” I became even more angrier once she started flirting again, I look straight at her eyes and no where else, showing no interest at a such boring woman.

I miss my wife. I expect a lot of cuddles once I get home, I really miss her.

“Mister.. zoning out?” No, I’m day dreaming about my wife. “It’s none of your business.” I then stand up from my seat, having enough of her bullshits.

Satoru was a person who was bubbly and doesn’t get mad that easily, but this woman doesn’t need to push his button at all once just for him to become annoyed and mad. He was not new to this attention, especially from most girls, but it’s becoming irritating. Knowing that his woman is waiting for him at home. And he can’t wait to hug her and give her kisses, but this bad news has to stop him and making him wait for too long.

While standing up, he gave her a poker face that he usually gives at the first grade curses he would face off at his missions. The girl felt eerily scared, her skin and her small hairs standing up and feeling uneasy. The once bright blue orbs were darkened.

“If you would excuse me, my wife is waiting for me at our home. I am cutting you off to this birthday planning.” Satoru’s mood then changed at the last sentence, giving a girl a charming smile, as if he didn’t get so annoyed and mad at the girl.

He then went outside the cafe, giving Ichiji a slight nod that he would be going home and that he is tired.

He also reminded himself to text Suguru about what happened and that he has to find someone, specifically a man, to help him with the planning.

“Ichiji, can you hurry uppp???? I want to see (Y/N)” An impatient man is what you can describe Satoru when it comes to her. He even forgot about what happened between that girl once he stepped out of the cafe, acting as if nothing had happened and as if he didn’t planned on choking her exactly at that spot.

“Y—yes G—Gojo Sensei” Satoru giggled like a kid at this, it wasn’t new to him. Ever since he started working for Satoru, he was like this. He would also giggle at the thoughts of everytime Satoru would scare Ichiji, you would be mad to him and scold him like a mother. He felt so cared and loved by you, and obviously being an impatient person, he would annoy Ichiji with random stories of you both when you were young.

“W—we’re here Gojo S—Sensei” He stuttered, opening the door for him. “Ahhh… thankyou dear Ichiji!! I can finally go to my pookie, please go home safely and take the car with you.” Satoru said loudly, well loud was never in his vocabulary, it was his usual tone and the way he talks.

“Y—yes” Ichiji then fixed his glasses and closed the door behind the tall paled dude.

“Baii!!” Satoru went inside the large building, all giggling like a kid and couldn’t wait to see his crush.

And now here he was, worried about you. Your thoughts, feelings and mood can affect every way of him. You were basically his other half. And being an impatient person he is, he kept pacing back and forth.

But he got the memo already! Is it because he had canceled most of your dates?? Yes yes, he does feel sorry; but the higher ups pissed him off and assigned him to another mission. Hence he sometimes gets home late due to the planning of your party. It’s been taking so long since he wants it to be so perfect.

“Satoru, I’ll sleep on the couch. Go inside” There you were, his favorite person. All dressed up in such a pretty cute pajama, your hair was perfectly done even though you did not intended to. You are perfect in every way, anyway.

“Couch?? Who said any of us is sleeping on the couch. Come on, my baby. Tell me, what’s wrong?? Please” he couldn’t wait anymore, he needed to know what was going on, and so he could make it right.

He wants nothing but to be beside you and cuddling you soo soo close. As if the world was gonna end.

“Nothing is wrong Satoru” … Obviously he won’t believe that. Your eyes are so red and puffy, theres no way you told him that there is nothing wrong. “Noo.. please tell me. I won’t be mad, I never get mad at you. Just please tell me” Satoru insisted “I don’t wanna go to bed, while you’re mad at me..” He went closer to you, wanting nothing but to hug you and show you just how sorry he was even though he hasn’t gotten the clear explanation of why were you crying.

He felt tears rolling, he never liked this side of you. He was always vulnerable and soft with you as well. That even if you ignore and give him your colder side, he would be crying and begging on your knees.

Yes he might be the strongest and the powerful man, but everyone would be shocked to see him crying and begging for your attention and affection in knees.

“Please tell.. you’re making me cry too” Satoru was mostly the one who tries to communicate. Even if he sucks at it so bad, he wants to try and try, he can’t bear losing you just because of a misunderstanding. Never.

“No. Leave me alone” She then pushed him slightly and also gently, not wanting to hurt him, despite of how heavy she is feeling right now. She could never hurt him, never. Even if she kept on getting hurt.

Walking to the bedroom, she grabbed her pillows and went to the storage to get her own blanket. While Satoru tried hugging her from the back. Arguments barely happen due to his ability of communicating with you, but this one has him set on the edge and making him want to break down as well. Don’t you want to see him too?? He pondered.

“Please please, tell me why you’re mad at me. Talk to me, look at me” He gently mumbled while grabbing your chin slightly, but enough to make you face him.

“Please look at me, baby”

…

No response from you was not making him irritated but even more sad, he wants nothing but to ease your worries.

You couldn’t help but feel so sorry for making your boy cry. You thought for a second, maybe confronting him would be easier. You gathered up your courage to tell everything what you had seen. “Why were you with another girl, on a cafe, Satoru! Are you looking for another girl” You didn’t mean to accuse him, but you felt breaking down.

Looking back at him, he didn’t even feel mad that you had accused him of cheating and looking for another girl, instead he looked… why is he smiling now??

“Baby.. you thought I was looking for another girl? Come sit with me please, I’ll tell you everything!” He gently said, carrying me effortlessly to the couch and making me sit on his lap.

“But why do you look— I saw you with someone” She looked down, playing with her small fingers and brows scrunched up a bit. She feels guilty, but she still can’t explain the feeling she is getting right now. “No my little wifey, she was supposed to help with your birthday surprise, but decided to leave and cut her off because I didn’t like the way she was acting in front of me” It was now where you felt relieved. So he wasn’t cheating or anything?? What.. birthday surprise?

“Birthday surprise?? Satoru wha—” Before you could finish off, you felt his lips on yours. The man has been craving your lips all day, and you want to ask him more questions?? Nuh-uh he needs his kisses first of all.

Now that he has you in his lap, feeling more relieved, he felt happier now. Contented with this life. He wants to wife you up so fucking bad, that you don’t understand how he feels right now. But he knows that theres still a lot to unpack and so your overthinking can be put at rest.

“Now it’s not a surprise anymore..” Satoru pouted cutely, your cute aggression was not helpful either way. You kissed him, smiling and feeling happy as well. Kissing him and pinching his cheeks after.

“You know the best birthday surprise would be just you and me finally spending time together, and as well as with our friends.” My heart beats went fast, seeing him so cute. But on the other hand, I felt so bad, after all this time.. he had been planning a party for me?? Stupid me.

“Yes.. and I’m also sorry for cancelling our dates, I didn’t wanted it. But the higher ups decided to do it themselves, but don’t worry, I dealt it on my own yesterday.” You didn’t like where this was going, obviously he had done something.

“Forgive me please… please my sweets” He buried his face on your neck, after a few minutes it felt wet, due to the kisses but also because of his tears.

“My sweet boy, you’re crying??” I asked, pulling him away from my neck slowly, my poor baby. I mentally slapped at myself. So this is the feeling of being communicative?

“I’m sorry… I love you, please forgive me. I bought us tickets your favorite vacation spot, please don’t ignore me anymore” He cried softly, only I get to see him like this, and of course my job is to soothe him just like he always does when I’m in the same place as him.

I rubbed his back gently, letting him bury his face against on my neck, being the soft and vulnerable baby that he is when with me. He’s just a boy, who’s willing to be a better boyfriend and a man who’s nothing but been brave for his whole life. Everyone thinks he’s the strongest and he needed no one, the truth is, he needs his home.. you. In order to fix and brighten up his mood, he always needs you.

“Yes, shh… don’t cry, Toru’ of course I forgive you. My sweet little boy” I felt him smile, and yes I felt better now too. I played with his soft hair, and giving him kisses on his side. I don’t deserve him.

“Yes baby, you deserve me..” What? How did he know what you are thinking about. It’s easy, he can read you like an open book, and see you as if you were a transparent wall. And know everything about you, like the back of his hand. (Well ig his six eyes too...)

“Don’t ask how I know it, I just know. And of course, we’re meant to be, I’ll kill anyone who dares to object.” He said it so innocently.

I’“m sorry..” My throat was burning, feeling as if there is a lump on my throat that’s preventing me from talking, while I felt my nose was stuffy. I felt guilty, putting him in such a bad state. “I’m sorry for accusing you.. I thought, I thought you were–” I got cut off by him, letting me lay on his chest, curled up and sitting on his lap. His left hand made its way on my waist, while his right hand pulled me in closer to his gentle grasp. Making me feel safe and as if nothing will ever come right between us both.

“It’s alright baby, I don’t blame you, ok?? Stop crying now, please– You’re gonna make me cry too” His voice was just exactly how a mom would sing to its child. Gentle and soft when with me, making me feel sleepy. “I’m sorry”

“Shh, stop apologizing” He pulled me in for a kiss, his soft pink lips that tasted sweeter than any sweets I have tasted. His hands went lower on my back, resting its palms. I then giggled at this when I felt him squeezed it. Now, I felt nothing but fully relieved and content. 

“Toru, it’s 1:32 in the morning” I whispered while he started kissing my shoulders, it was normal for you both, but there's a difference between him wanting you, and being affectionate. And obviously, let’s just say that he wasn’t just being affectionate.  

“So??” He hummed as if the noise complaints for the last two months were just nothing. And just like what I have said, he had been too busy since last month, so we haven’t gotten the time to even spend our intimate moments together. 

“That’s why we’re going on a break together, sweets. By tomorrow, we’ll be going on our trip to our first destinations!” His bubbly side was back, but I know that he was planning more than that. “But how about–” He placed his point finger on my lips, signalling for me to shh.

“Shhh, I took matters into my own hands. We will be having a work break for a month!” A month??? How did he even manage to convince the higher ups? “Don’t need ta’ worry about anything, baby. Let’s just say, I made a deal with the higher ups!!” He said giggling like a child. Sometimes, I wonder if I am dating a child with a man’s body. But either way, I still love him more than anything.

“Hmm.. I wonder what you could have possibly said to them.” 

“Maybe, we should keep that as a secret for now, hmm??” He just didn’t want to tell you how he almost killed one of the higher ups, just to convince them to give them a one month vacation, he did it for a good cause tho. You won’t be mad if you find out, right??? He doesn’t care about their opinion or if its too harsh, the only thing that matters is you and your opinion. 

“And let me have a taste” He then devoured my face, tickling me a bit as I felt his soft lips kissing every skin on my face. “Toruuu!! Tickling meee!!” I giggled, we might get another noise complaint from the other neighbours. 

“I like it when you laugh, s’music to my ears” He spoke while his lips trailed down on my shoulders, laying me down on the sofa. “Please let me make you feel good~” I know where this is going.. 

“Show me what you got then, pretty boy” I said teasingly, while not expecting him to rip off my top. When I noticed him going further down there, I jut knew that we both are gonna have such a long night and another noise complaints from the neighbours. but this time, it’s gonna be a different one. “Underestimating the power of the strongest one, hmm? Fine, I’ll show you” His dark blue orbs filled with lust, while he continued grinding his body on me. 

“I love you, let me show you how much you mean to me~” He then quickly took off his top, and went back on kissing me while grinding on my body. 

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epilogue! ✧˚₊‧

"Ouch! Fuck was that for??" The long black haired man said while fixing his bun. While the annoyingly white haired dude glared at his friend. "You have caused such big impact on my relationship! How did you even find that stupid woman??" He hissed sarcastically at his friend while they were all gathered up outside the club.

You were sure you didn't invite Satoru to your girls night out with Utahime and Shoko, but he tagged along with himself. And guess what!! He also invited Suguru, as if he was the main host of this hang out.

You looked at Satoru while your expression was blank, out of all places, they were both acting like a child.

"Oww! Stop hitting me!!! That girl was an annoying woman who kept nagging me, and once I knew that she hosts and designs for big events, I introduced you to her privately!!" Suguru dramatically said, even earning another slap.

"Satoru. Stop." Oh and there you were, such a beautiful angel that takes away his breath every time he sees you. Wearing such a cute little dark blue dress, and specifically his colors. Oh how he wants to eat you ou-

"My angel, come let's go inside now!! But I'm a bit jealous, what if other guys tried to take you away from m-" Before he could even finish his rambles and moment of jealousy and pouting, you held his hands and walked together inside. (or more like, you yanked his hands) Following you like a dog. Well, he is your dog.

The other three looked at each other, knowing that he was such a pain in the ass. But in the end, he is just a soft loverboy. (Only for you)

[moritofu]

. “I don’t wanna go to bed, mad at you” .

. . . @moritofu presents . . .

✧˚₊‧ wc : 5.1k words hihiii

warnings ✧˚₊‧ : !HURT W COMFT! kissing/making out scenarios. Swearing. Reader likes to overthink and is bad at communicating (But Satoru to the rescue) Satoru is downbad and such a cute loverboy. Mention of eating out (lmfaooa just at the epilogue) Reader accusing Satoru of cheating (But we all know he won't 😿) Might be a bit confusing due to sudden changes of POV's. Some grammar errors, since English is not my first language. (Also not proofread huhu)

✧˚₊‧ sum : While walking to the bus stop you saw Satoru with another woman. A woman that you have never seen, hence the woman didn't even look like a sorcerer at all.

slight notes ✧˚₊‧ : Hope you guys like itttt <3 Unnecessary hates will be blocked!!

“So? I’m sure Satoru would allow you to”

“Not sure, Sho.”

“It’s a clubbbb! I’m sure he’ll come too, we haven’t hanged out since last month, let’s have some fun”

A conversation between you and a brown haired woman, Shoko. Inside her clinical office, there you were, sitting down on her couch while she stands in front of you. Asking and pleading to finally have a girls night out with you.

I mean, there’s no problem in that, it’s just you think Satoru might not allow you to, or on the other hand, he might come with you. And you did not want to kill the joy between you and your other friends.

“I can force him to make you come with us, I can kick his arse for you” Shoko said sarcastically, plowing down on the same couch as you, sitting beside and resting her head on your shoulders. It was like the old times, sitting with Shoko on the bench of outside the Jujutsu school and while waiting for the two idiots to come back from missions.

“No, it’s alrighty, besides I’ll just ask him. I guess I’m sure he’ll let me. If not, then we can do it next time” I replied while standing up, signing that I should be leaving as it’s almost 12am and Satoru would’ve probably gone home from his mission.

“Alright, just let me know.. I’ll kick his ass either way”

“Sooo rude, Sho. I’ll see ya’ when I see ya” I giddily said while giving her a warm hug.

“Love ya”

We both bid goodbye to each other, going back to our own businesses. But before I could even shut the door, I felt my heart getting heavier. Heavier?? This feels so odd. And so off.. I tried removing the bad and negative thoughts and decided to just walk my way home.

Maybe a walk would be helpful, a mental walk to be exact.

It was around 11:43pm and really late, there was less people and a more dark alleyway. But good thing the buildings and the traffic lights added more lights to it, making me feel safe and the other passerby’s. The shops were closing already, and the doors are getting shut closed.

But put the thoughts aside, I am contemplating whether I should take a bus home or not. Our house is right there straightaway but it would take me 35 minutes to walk. And I feel so tired. I have been on a mission since this morning and the only rest I got was when I went to Shoko’s place

My laziness got the best of me, and just decided to wait for the bus.

Wait

As I was about to cross of the street, I found someone familiar.. wayy too familiar

No.

A white haired man that I have been longing for since this morning. The one I haven’t gotten to kiss yet because of our both’ busy schedules.

He is in a cafe?? With someone. Specially, a girl? I couldn’t describe the feeling that I have right now, or what I feel right now. The girl was leaning on the table, closing such a huge gap between them both.

A girl was even wearing a short top, that exposes her belly and a top that pushes her chest up.

Is he liking it?? Does he like the conversation they are having right now??

She then smiled back at him, God knows what they were talking about. Or flirting. I then saw Satoru stand up from his seat, signing to leave. But before he could do so, I saw him smiling back at the girl.

Satoru had been flirty with girls, but ever since he started dating me, he changed. Or so I thought he did. The girl even blushed at the way he smiled at her back, so the feelings were mutual after all?

The thoughts that I have been having, overthinking everything, creating assumptions, I know they’re all bad thoughts that does nothing but destroy relationships. But here I am, in the bus stop, waiting for the bus in a cold weather. Overthinking and felt like as if tears are gonna roll down in any moment

Is he losing feelings? Is that why he cancelled some of our dates this month. Is she the reason why he’s going to work so early and coming back so late?

Is that why??

The heavy heart that I am feeling right now, was nothing compared to me being crushed down by a powerful special grade. It was nothing alike to how I feel right now, seeing your boyfriend, the man that you thought was gonna be by your side.. with another girl.

The thoughts have driven away when I saw the bus in front of me, stopping and waiting for the other passengers to get off and to get on.

I then wiped my tears away, sniffing quietly as I get on the bus. Paying to the bus driver and tapping my card away.

“Are you ok, miss?” I heard the conductor said, I wanted to say no obviously not, but I took all the strength in me to not to cry and talk.

“Y-yes, I’m fine thankyou” Fuck it for stuttering, before he could even say anything at all, I hid my card inside my wallet and walked away. Looking for a seat, as I felt nothing but a heavy heart and a tired body. But even then my eyes got tired, I didn’t stopped smiling at the old woman in front of me.

Just because I was having a bad bad day, that doesn’t mean I won’t try to make it better.

But the thoughts chased me.

I have seen every relatives of Satoru and every friend he could have, but you haven’t seen this girl anywhere. Hence this girl doesn’t even look like a sorcerer at all!

You felt like breaking down any moment now, just by thinking of it. Remembering it. You can see it vividly in your memories, it’s like it’s intact in your brain, which tugs a heartstrings and your chest felt aching

My eyebrows then furrowed a bit, while tears are threatening to fall. No. No.. don’t cry. Everything will be fine

I tried comforting myself and tried breathing my counts, sometimes it does help me. But sometimes it doesn’t.

My head felt heavier, hanging down a bit low and I am thankful for my long hair, hiding my tired face.

If he saw me like this, would he care? Knowing he has another girl on his phone, talking to every morning until late at night.

He’s acting different since last month.

My thoughts then got interrupted once again, hearing my stop and pressing the stop button. I then stand up from my seat and went closer to the door, waiting for the bus to stop near our apartment building.

The question is, is he staying at our shared apartment or staying at his own penthouse today. Hopefully yes, because I don’t want to deal with anything right now, especially now that I am feeling such a heavy heart and the feeling of tiredness, it’s gnawing me too much.

I then dragged my feet out of the bus, carrying such a heavy body and a heavy heart

Today was not really it, and just by seeing Satoru, first thing in the living room as I opened the door wasn’t what I have been expecting. Usually he would be asleep as soon as he got home.

“Babyyyyy.. I missed you” He clings onto me, wrapping both of his huge and long arms around my neck and my waist. Pulling me closer and closer as if he hadn’t talked to another girl.

I felt cheated on.

I couldn’t help but overthink even more. Just by these thoughts, it’s making me even more angrier now rather than sad.

I didn’t even felt the urge to hug him back, I felt so so tired to even talk as well.

“Hey, hey.. sweets, what happened? Bad mission? I’d talk to the higher ups”

I felt both of his warm hands on my warm cheeks, the cheeks where my tears kept on rolling on my way here. The cheeks that were so red because of the cold and the harsh winds outside, as I have been waiting for the bus stop, to get home to you.. whilst you didn’t even bother checking up on me.

I felt so jealous.

“Nothing” I coldly said, not even looking straight up in his blue eyes. The eyes that I have swore to not fall in love with when we were younger.

“No, talk to me.. please” he gave me his glassy eyes, and a look that he knows I can’t resist. But now, I don’t even want to see his face, including his white hair that is so fluffy and soft.

“Satoru, I said it’s nothing.” I didn’t mean to raise my voice, especially now that I am in the state where I am feeling vulnerability and softness.

I felt his body moving away from mine, instead facing me. Giving me those eyes that knows everytime something is wrong.

Satoru was very observant, and especially to me, and the way I act. Hence, he knows I am feeling sad right now. And that stupid six eyes that helps him sense that something is actually wrong.

“No, let’s talk please. Do you want anything? need anything? Let’s sit down on our couch baby” I don’t wanna hear that stupid voice

I felt my nose burning, signing that I am about to cry.

Just as the tears were about to roll, I used my ounce of energy left and straight got away from him. Going to our shared master bedroom and wiping it away. Obviously he went after me, like a worried puppy

“Satoru. Just leave me alone for now” Satoru?? His name, really? You’re mad at him?

He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he knows he has to respect your personal soace and that you’ll come back to him. And you’ll tell him every problem and worries that you had. But he will be with you, assuring you, giving you tose constant assurances and love that you obviously know would give you butterflies.

“Yes, of course my love. I’ll give you a space, but please talk to me later, hm? I’ll be here in the living room” There was a hint of worries in his tone, his eyebrows were a bit scrunched up, thinking and reminding himself of what could be possibly going on.

I did not answer back, or even gave a nod. I just straight away walked inside our bathroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt so ugly. I bit my lips, trying not to cry, and breathing again.

The water on the bathroom sink was running, while I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I have changed into my pajamas as well, but I still felt angry and jealous.

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Gojo Satoru was obviously confused, stuck on the couch, having both of his long legs spread and both brows still scrunched up. As if he was thinking very very deeply.

He felt low, ever since the girl on the cafe. He was supposed to be talking about the set up of your upcoming birthday party. And yes, it was supposed to be a surprise party for you, a grand party, since you deserved everything and the whole world.

But it was ruined when the girl started flirting with Satoru, even in the text messages. He knew he should’ve blocked that girl, he doesn’t want her to see a message of another girl that she never knew or has seen before. He doesn’t like making her woman overthink, hence making her cry.

He didn’t forgot how mad he got when he saw the woman’s top, of course the girl had seen what he looks like, he is a famous public figure. And a handsome one.

Hence he didn’t even remember what was the girls name, he only texted one or two messages about your upcoming birthday surprises and ideas and after that, he left her on delivered. He doesn’t care about leaving people on seen or delivered, but he would never let him his woman’s messages be seen or just as delivered.

Back tracking to last month, Suguru, Shoko and of course Satoru, have been listing ideas for your birthday. It was next month and they have to think fast for a good and perfect surprises for you.

Obviously Satoru had already brought you gift and have been hidden in his apartment, being taken care of by his personal maids from his clan’s old home. He wants the gift to be taken care of and cannot be dusted while he’s away, spending time with his sweets.

But some days can be hectic, making him feel annoyed that he has to spend time away from you. Higher ups sending him on more missions than before, and also the planning of your birthday surprise.

Suguru then have met someone who can be in charge of the birthday party while the three of them are gone. Hence, Satoru even got Nanami joining the planning.

“I knew you looked better in person” the woman’s voice was enough to make me irritated, does she think I like what I am seeing? I am someone’s soon to be husband and obviously she knows that, I have stated that I have a fiancé (well he hasn’t proposed to you YET, but it’s part of the planning)

“Just get to the planning already, will you?” I felt satisfied when I saw the girl’s flushed face turned a bit purple, fixing her posture and clothes. Feeling embarrassed. Well she should be. She can’t be acting like this in front of a soon to be married man.

“I want it to be that color because it’s her favorite color.” I stated “I also want the flowers to be carefully chosen, and should be fresh. Money is not a problem here, just name any numbers and my secretary Ichiji would send it to you”

“Hah.. yes, yes of course.. Mr. Satoru” I became even more angrier once she started flirting again, I look straight at her eyes and no where else, showing no interest at a such boring woman.

I miss my wife. I expect a lot of cuddles once I get home, I really miss her.

“Mister.. zoning out?” No, I’m day dreaming about my wife. “It’s none of your business.” I then stand up from my seat, having enough of her bullshits.

Satoru was a person who was bubbly and doesn’t get mad that easily, but this woman doesn’t need to push his button at all once just for him to become annoyed and mad. He was not new to this attention, especially from most girls, but it’s becoming irritating. Knowing that his woman is waiting for him at home. And he can’t wait to hug her and give her kisses, but this bad news has to stop him and making him wait for too long.

While standing up, he gave her a poker face that he usually gives at the first grade curses he would face off at his missions. The girl felt eerily scared, her skin and her small hairs standing up and feeling uneasy. The once bright blue orbs were darkened.

“If you would excuse me, my wife is waiting for me at our home. I am cutting you off to this birthday planning.” Satoru’s mood then changed at the last sentence, giving a girl a charming smile, as if he didn’t get so annoyed and mad at the girl.

He then went outside the cafe, giving Ichiji a slight nod that he would be going home and that he is tired.

He also reminded himself to text Suguru about what happened and that he has to find someone, specifically a man, to help him with the planning.

“Ichiji, can you hurry uppp???? I want to see (Y/N)” An impatient man is what you can describe Satoru when it comes to her. He even forgot about what happened between that girl once he stepped out of the cafe, acting as if nothing had happened and as if he didn’t planned on choking her exactly at that spot.

“Y—yes G—Gojo Sensei” Satoru giggled like a kid at this, it wasn’t new to him. Ever since he started working for Satoru, he was like this. He would also giggle at the thoughts of everytime Satoru would scare Ichiji, you would be mad to him and scold him like a mother. He felt so cared and loved by you, and obviously being an impatient person, he would annoy Ichiji with random stories of you both when you were young.

“W—we’re here Gojo S—Sensei” He stuttered, opening the door for him. “Ahhh… thankyou dear Ichiji!! I can finally go to my pookie, please go home safely and take the car with you.” Satoru said loudly, well loud was never in his vocabulary, it was his usual tone and the way he talks.

“Y—yes” Ichiji then fixed his glasses and closed the door behind the tall paled dude.

“Baii!!” Satoru went inside the large building, all giggling like a kid and couldn’t wait to see his crush.

And now here he was, worried about you. Your thoughts, feelings and mood can affect every way of him. You were basically his other half. And being an impatient person he is, he kept pacing back and forth.

But he got the memo already! Is it because he had canceled most of your dates?? Yes yes, he does feel sorry; but the higher ups pissed him off and assigned him to another mission. Hence he sometimes gets home late due to the planning of your party. It’s been taking so long since he wants it to be so perfect.

“Satoru, I’ll sleep on the couch. Go inside” There you were, his favorite person. All dressed up in such a pretty cute pajama, your hair was perfectly done even though you did not intended to. You are perfect in every way, anyway.

“Couch?? Who said any of us is sleeping on the couch. Come on, my baby. Tell me, what’s wrong?? Please” he couldn’t wait anymore, he needed to know what was going on, and so he could make it right.

He wants nothing but to be beside you and cuddling you soo soo close. As if the world was gonna end.

“Nothing is wrong Satoru” … Obviously he won’t believe that. Your eyes are so red and puffy, theres no way you told him that there is nothing wrong. “Noo.. please tell me. I won’t be mad, I never get mad at you. Just please tell me” Satoru insisted “I don’t wanna go to bed, while you’re mad at me..” He went closer to you, wanting nothing but to hug you and show you just how sorry he was even though he hasn’t gotten the clear explanation of why were you crying.

He felt tears rolling, he never liked this side of you. He was always vulnerable and soft with you as well. That even if you ignore and give him your colder side, he would be crying and begging on your knees.

Yes he might be the strongest and the powerful man, but everyone would be shocked to see him crying and begging for your attention and affection in knees.

“Please tell.. you’re making me cry too” Satoru was mostly the one who tries to communicate. Even if he sucks at it so bad, he wants to try and try, he can’t bear losing you just because of a misunderstanding. Never.

“No. Leave me alone” She then pushed him slightly and also gently, not wanting to hurt him, despite of how heavy she is feeling right now. She could never hurt him, never. Even if she kept on getting hurt.

Walking to the bedroom, she grabbed her pillows and went to the storage to get her own blanket. While Satoru tried hugging her from the back. Arguments barely happen due to his ability of communicating with you, but this one has him set on the edge and making him want to break down as well. Don’t you want to see him too?? He pondered.

“Please please, tell me why you’re mad at me. Talk to me, look at me” He gently mumbled while grabbing your chin slightly, but enough to make you face him.

“Please look at me, baby”

…

No response from you was not making him irritated but even more sad, he wants nothing but to ease your worries.

You couldn’t help but feel so sorry for making your boy cry. You thought for a second, maybe confronting him would be easier. You gathered up your courage to tell everything what you had seen. “Why were you with another girl, on a cafe, Satoru! Are you looking for another girl” You didn’t mean to accuse him, but you felt breaking down.

Looking back at him, he didn’t even feel mad that you had accused him of cheating and looking for another girl, instead he looked… why is he smiling now??

“Baby.. you thought I was looking for another girl? Come sit with me please, I’ll tell you everything!” He gently said, carrying me effortlessly to the couch and making me sit on his lap.

“But why do you look— I saw you with someone” She looked down, playing with her small fingers and brows scrunched up a bit. She feels guilty, but she still can’t explain the feeling she is getting right now. “No my little wifey, she was supposed to help with your birthday surprise, but decided to leave and cut her off because I didn’t like the way she was acting in front of me” It was now where you felt relieved. So he wasn’t cheating or anything?? What.. birthday surprise?

“Birthday surprise?? Satoru wha—” Before you could finish off, you felt his lips on yours. The man has been craving your lips all day, and you want to ask him more questions?? Nuh-uh he needs his kisses first of all.

Now that he has you in his lap, feeling more relieved, he felt happier now. Contented with this life. He wants to wife you up so fucking bad, that you don’t understand how he feels right now. But he knows that theres still a lot to unpack and so your overthinking can be put at rest.

“Now it’s not a surprise anymore..” Satoru pouted cutely, your cute aggression was not helpful either way. You kissed him, smiling and feeling happy as well. Kissing him and pinching his cheeks after.

“You know the best birthday surprise would be just you and me finally spending time together, and as well as with our friends.” My heart beats went fast, seeing him so cute. But on the other hand, I felt so bad, after all this time.. he had been planning a party for me?? Stupid me.

“Yes.. and I’m also sorry for cancelling our dates, I didn’t wanted it. But the higher ups decided to do it themselves, but don’t worry, I dealt it on my own yesterday.” You didn’t like where this was going, obviously he had done something.

“Forgive me please… please my sweets” He buried his face on your neck, after a few minutes it felt wet, due to the kisses but also because of his tears.

“My sweet boy, you’re crying??” I asked, pulling him away from my neck slowly, my poor baby. I mentally slapped at myself. So this is the feeling of being communicative?

“I’m sorry… I love you, please forgive me. I bought us tickets your favorite vacation spot, please don’t ignore me anymore” He cried softly, only I get to see him like this, and of course my job is to soothe him just like he always does when I’m in the same place as him.

I rubbed his back gently, letting him bury his face against on my neck, being the soft and vulnerable baby that he is when with me. He’s just a boy, who’s willing to be a better boyfriend and a man who’s nothing but been brave for his whole life. Everyone thinks he’s the strongest and he needed no one, the truth is, he needs his home.. you. In order to fix and brighten up his mood, he always needs you.

“Yes, shh… don’t cry, Toru’ of course I forgive you. My sweet little boy” I felt him smile, and yes I felt better now too. I played with his soft hair, and giving him kisses on his side. I don’t deserve him.

“Yes baby, you deserve me..” What? How did he know what you are thinking about. It’s easy, he can read you like an open book, and see you as if you were a transparent wall. And know everything about you, like the back of his hand. (Well ig his six eyes too...)

“Don’t ask how I know it, I just know. And of course, we’re meant to be, I’ll kill anyone who dares to object.” He said it so innocently.

I’“m sorry..” My throat was burning, feeling as if there is a lump on my throat that’s preventing me from talking, while I felt my nose was stuffy. I felt guilty, putting him in such a bad state. “I’m sorry for accusing you.. I thought, I thought you were–” I got cut off by him, letting me lay on his chest, curled up and sitting on his lap. His left hand made its way on my waist, while his right hand pulled me in closer to his gentle grasp. Making me feel safe and as if nothing will ever come right between us both.

“It’s alright baby, I don’t blame you, ok?? Stop crying now, please– You’re gonna make me cry too” His voice was just exactly how a mom would sing to its child. Gentle and soft when with me, making me feel sleepy. “I’m sorry”

“Shh, stop apologizing” He pulled me in for a kiss, his soft pink lips that tasted sweeter than any sweets I have tasted. His hands went lower on my back, resting its palms. I then giggled at this when I felt him squeezed it. Now, I felt nothing but fully relieved and content. 

“Toru, it’s 1:32 in the morning” I whispered while he started kissing my shoulders, it was normal for you both, but there's a difference between him wanting you, and being affectionate. And obviously, let’s just say that he wasn’t just being affectionate.  

“So??” He hummed as if the noise complaints for the last two months were just nothing. And just like what I have said, he had been too busy since last month, so we haven’t gotten the time to even spend our intimate moments together. 

“That’s why we’re going on a break together, sweets. By tomorrow, we’ll be going on our trip to our first destinations!” His bubbly side was back, but I know that he was planning more than that. “But how about–” He placed his point finger on my lips, signalling for me to shh.

“Shhh, I took matters into my own hands. We will be having a work break for a month!” A month??? How did he even manage to convince the higher ups? “Don’t need ta’ worry about anything, baby. Let’s just say, I made a deal with the higher ups!!” He said giggling like a child. Sometimes, I wonder if I am dating a child with a man’s body. But either way, I still love him more than anything.

“Hmm.. I wonder what you could have possibly said to them.” 

“Maybe, we should keep that as a secret for now, hmm??” He just didn’t want to tell you how he almost killed one of the higher ups, just to convince them to give them a one month vacation, he did it for a good cause tho. You won’t be mad if you find out, right??? He doesn’t care about their opinion or if its too harsh, the only thing that matters is you and your opinion. 

“And let me have a taste” He then devoured my face, tickling me a bit as I felt his soft lips kissing every skin on my face. “Toruuu!! Tickling meee!!” I giggled, we might get another noise complaint from the other neighbours. 

“I like it when you laugh, s’music to my ears” He spoke while his lips trailed down on my shoulders, laying me down on the sofa. “Please let me make you feel good~” I know where this is going.. 

“Show me what you got then, pretty boy” I said teasingly, while not expecting him to rip off my top. When I noticed him going further down there, I jut knew that we both are gonna have such a long night and another noise complaints from the neighbours. but this time, it’s gonna be a different one. “Underestimating the power of the strongest one, hmm? Fine, I’ll show you” His dark blue orbs filled with lust, while he continued grinding his body on me. 

“I love you, let me show you how much you mean to me~” He then quickly took off his top, and went back on kissing me while grinding on my body. 

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epilogue! ✧˚₊‧

"Ouch! Fuck was that for??" The long black haired man said while fixing his bun. While the annoyingly white haired dude glared at his friend. "You have caused such big impact on my relationship! How did you even find that stupid woman??" He hissed sarcastically at his friend while they were all gathered up outside the club.

You were sure you didn't invite Satoru to your girls night out with Utahime and Shoko, but he tagged along with himself. And guess what!! He also invited Suguru, as if he was the main host of this hang out.

You looked at Satoru while your expression was blank, out of all places, they were both acting like a child.

"Oww! Stop hitting me!!! That girl was an annoying woman who kept nagging me, and once I knew that she hosts and designs for big events, I introduced you to her privately!!" Suguru dramatically said, even earning another slap.

"Satoru. Stop." Oh and there you were, such a beautiful angel that takes away his breath every time he sees you. Wearing such a cute little dark blue dress, and specifically his colors. Oh how he wants to eat you ou-

"My angel, come let's go inside now!! But I'm a bit jealous, what if other guys tried to take you away from m-" Before he could even finish his rambles and moment of jealousy and pouting, you held his hands and walked together inside. (or more like, you yanked his hands) Following you like a dog. Well, he is your dog.

The other three looked at each other, knowing that he was such a pain in the ass. But in the end, he is just a soft loverboy. (Only for you)

[moritofu]

. . .Boyfriend !Headcanons 2!- G.S. . .

. . . @moritofu presents ♡ ♡ ♡ . . .

✧˚₊‧ Pairings : SatoruGojoxFem!Reader

Warnings! ✧˚₊‧ : Swearing! Unnecessary hates = Blocked, pure fluffs!

✧˚₊‧ Slight notes! : Here’s a part 2 cuz I love u guyss 🩶🩶 PART 1 (HEREEE!!)

Boyfriend!Satoru who can’t believe that you said yes to him, giggling, blushing and kicking his feet everytime he remembers those sweet memories.

Boyfriend!Satoru who’s becoming even more clingy, you have seen him in his clingy state before, but you haven’t SEEN him being clingy as your boyfriend. Hugging you everytime, anywhere. He needs to hold your hands everywhere or else he’ll go crazy, his large hands and long fingers on your warm thighs, keeping him warm. Sometimes (most of the time) he’ll even make you sit on his lap even though theres a huge space on the couch.

Boyfriend!Satoru who cries everytime he doesn’t get your attention, even a tiny bit of your attention. See how he’s such an attention seeker just for you?? One time where you haven’t replied to his text messages for about 6 minutes, he came rushing through your dormitory and stayed for the rest of the night, giving him constant assurances that you still love him and that you’re not going to leave him.

Boyfriend!Satoru who in public, is so powerful, arrogant, and the looks of a fuckboy appearances. Far different from when you two are alone, he’s such a soft white furball that needs love and attention. Being so gentleman, even the people around would be shock of how different he treats other people from you (you’re just so special to him.)

Boyfriend!Satoru who only allows you to touch his hair freely. ONLY you who are allowed to touch his hair, allowed to play with it, style it, or even cut it to your own liking. He doesn’t care. He’s yours and everything that he has and himself is yours.

Boyfriend!Satoru who spoils you A LOT. Even before dating, but this time, he has the excuses and everything to literally spoil you, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Every day you’ll be seeing new roses and freshly picked flowers just for you on your doorstep… sigh, your house is slowly becoming a botanical garden, but who cares! Because Satoru can buy you a new house or even an expensive penthouse. Buying you those exclusive and high end clothes, and even having a personal shopper just for you. Spoiling you and giving you his bank password and his black card, he sometimes would be mad if you didn’t waste a single money. Money flows in his life smoothly, and its all yours to spend.

Boyfriend!Satoru that’s possessive and SOOO jealous. A guy was staring at you, up and down??? God spare his life, because he’s getting his ass hollowed purple by your one and only soon-to-be husband. Satoru who kisses you and makes out in front of the guys who seems to be ‘flirting’ with you and trying to get your number, acting as if he hadn’t seen the poor man and ask him if he needs anything. Giving a death glare, but as soon as his eyes met yours, his blue orbs be shining as bright as the sun and full of love, only for you.

Boyfriend!Satoru who protects you from anything. He would rather sacrifice a huge amount of population than to sacrifice you. He’s so protective that even if a singular scratch would make him angry >.< one time where you had a paper cut (Accidentally!) he had called his personal doctor to check on you, awhhh. He’s not just protective but he likes to overreact, but can you blame him?? He wants you to be safe and healthy.

Boyfriend!Satoru who answers text message REALLY REALLY FAST, but very slow to other people. A man has its own number one priority fr. He also has set your phone ring tone into a different one so he knows that its from you and it’s not a waste of his time. He seen you typing, best believe he’ll text you first before you can even click the send button!!! Goodmorning’s and goodnight’s are a MUST! Always the first chat and doesn’t allow you to be the last chat btw ^_^ And lastly, Satoru would usually have his DND on after missions or if he’s on a vacation, BUT! except for you obviously. He has you pinned on all of his socials and messages, and have different ring of notifications (Well maybe Suguru and Shoko as well)

Boyfriend!Satoru who’s social media is literally everything about you. His highlights?? All of them are about you and your amazing videos. His bio?? Just your username with a heart of your favorite color. His following? Theres only a few people of who he follows, starting from Shoko, and Suguru, and his older relatives and OFC YOU!!! His posts are all about you, with a sweet captions and those corny nicknames that he’ll give you.

Boyfriend!Satoru who’s willing to sacrifice everything and anything that he have. Be it his own soul, power, and even his clan. He wants to remain as yours, forever. Oh how badly he wants to marry you, but he knows he has to wait as its been just a few months since your official announcement about your relationship. How he was dreaming of filling you up, putting an expensive ring on your pretty finger, going into a honeymoon outside the country. Oh how he would dream of you with a swollen belly, carrying the product of love both of you have created together. He’s going feral at the thought of it.

Boyfriend!Satoru who wanted to build a life with you, he just can’t help it. Having such a pretty soon-to-be wife, so perfect and cute.. just and only for him. Oh you got him so down bad and wrapped around your fingers.

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૮꒰ ྀི っ´ ˕ ` ς ྀི꒱ა ♡ ♡ a hug for you, for reading this far <3

Ilysmmm and thankyou for supporting 🩷🩷

[moritofu]

Best friends - Lovers !HEADCANONS! - G.S

. . . . @moritofu presents ♡ ♡ ♡. . . .

✧˚₊‧ Pairs : SatoruxFem!Reader, slight slight slighttt SuguruxFem!Reader

Warnings ✧˚₊‧ : Some1 cat called you, Gojo Satoru is a warning himself. Grammatical errors, mature languages/Swearing! All fluff, fluff and fluff. Any unnecessary hates = Blocked! Thankyou <3

✧˚₊‧ Slight notes : I was bored, but I hope you guys likee ittt!!! Likes/reblog are VERY APPRECIATED <3 ILYYY guysss 🩷 PART 2 (HEREEE!!)

CloseFriend!Satoru who you got used to barged in inside your dormitory without your permission and every after his mission. I mean, you guys have been friends since childhood anyways, it’s normal for you both… right?

CloseFriend!Satoru who rambles and yap about the most randomst things everrrr, and yet you still listen to him. Curled up in your living room’s couch, while Satoru is your own personal pillow and him playing with your hair while he yap and yap until the midnight.

CloseFriend!Satoru who always protects you, no matter what the circumstances is. He doesn’t care about anything and will drop everything that he has on his plate ASAP just to make sure you get home safe. Hence the higher ups got mad at him everytime he ignores their complaints and straight up walked out to the door as soon as you texted him you needed help with moving stuff around your dorm.

CloseFriend!Satoru who’s very clingy and touchy, you two are friends anyways, it’s normal between you two. Going behind you and hugging you, burying his face on your neck, and yes that drives him sooo madly crazy, just by smelling your own scent making him sane. Sometimes, people (even Suguru) would ask if you two were dating, because of how touchy Satoru is and especially in Public >_<, he can’t help it tho, having the most beautiful girl as his friend, and not capable of having his hands on himself.

CloseFriend!Satoru who spoils you A LOT, when I say A lot, ITS A LOT. Buying you those gold and silver jewelries, unsure of which one you loves the most, but he can buy both for you anyways (ehem, rich people) Adding onto that, the day before your birthday, he had shopping spree with Suguru and Shoko, getting some tips from them just to know whats on your birthday whislists. Buying you those Exclusive Chanel Heels, Dior, and literally every expensive brand that exists.

CloseFriend!Satoru who punched the boy who had cat called you when you two went to a new cafe store near the school. A shorter guy who whistled at you and eyed you up and down, while you were wearing a short pink skirt, unaware of the deathly glare that Satoru had sent the guy and signing him to back the fuck off before he hollow purple the shit out of him. He did at the end anyways

CloseFriend!Satoru who almost hollow purple the shit out of Suguru once he found out that he was trying to make a move on his girl Y/N. ehem, who was he to ask you out on a museum date anyways, he can take you to a better place. Unable to control his jealousy issues and anger, he had ran to Suguru just to give him a fistful punch on his cheeks and nose. Poor Sugu, he just wanted to help him to finally confess his love for you.

CloseFriend!Satoru who stopped punching and stand straight, pretending that he did nothing wrong when he saw you walking towards them. He obviously doesn’t want you to see him re-organizing Suguru’s face. Looking at you with those blue orbs and glassy eyes, staring at you with love and affection, forgetting about what had happened and how Suguru was limping in front of him. While Shoko rolled his eyes at the scene, knowing she was part of the mission. But hey, we don’t talk about that, he’ll thank both of them later anyways.

CloseFriend!Satoru who you dragged on your dormitory just to fix and heal his wounds that he got just because he fought with his own best friend. Not knowing that the teasing Suguru’s mission has been successful.

CloseFriend!Satoru who couldn’t helped it but looked at your angelic face, that had convinced him that you were truly sent from the heavens. Cupping your cheeks and squishing it slightly, you were used to it but this time it felt a bit off especially with the eyes that Satoru was giving you

CloseFriend!Satoru who leaned in you, face close to each other to the point that you can feel his hot breath on your face. Unable to hold the eye contact due to the amount of crush that you have been holding from him since childhood, he then held your chin and making you face him again. Seeing your flustered and blushing face have him above the heavens. Is he being delusional or he felt as if you like him too. (I mean of course, he’s The GOJO SATORU after all.)

CloseFriend!Satoru who kissed you. Who took your first kiss, which you have been preserving just for him anyway. Leaning down again closer, giving you another sweet and passionate kiss, while Satoru couldn’t help but feel like a giddy kid whom his parent shad bought him his favorite stuff toy. The kiss felt so euphoric that he closed his eyes, wanting more and more. The touch of your soft plumpy lips to his own glossy lips is enough to drive him insane.

CloseFriend!Satoru who you’re not sure of anymore if he is a close friend after your first kiss.

[moritofu]

“ Just give me one Chance, and I’ll make you feel what Heaven is ”

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ; My very first writinggg that I have uploadedd ekkkk, i’m exciteddd & i hope you guys like ittt <3. Pleasee forgive me if you see grammar errors, as English is not my first language ! Also might be a bit cheesy !

𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Satoru trying to make you jealous but got UNO reverse card back to him. (Desperate Satoru)

𝐖𝐂 ; I genuinely don’t know 😔🤞

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; Pure fluff, kissing, Swearing

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"Suguru, don't you think the girl right there is just so attractive!" Satoru's loud voice can be heard from the other classroom as the girl he was trying to make jealous was not even paying him a pinch of an attention. Oh how you had hurt him for not giving him enough attention, let alone look at him for a second, you were clearly ignoring his annoying voice and presence.

Meanwhile Suguru and Shoko looked at the stubborn paled dude beside them, they knew that he was starting to get desperate. Although they were excited for the upcoming dramas, they knew how dramatic Satoru can get everytime he doesn't get what he wants.

On the other hand, you were busy doing your work that Yaga had assigned you, the sound of Satoru making you irritated as you can't focus on your work. To add onto that, he was even trying to make you feel jealous?? Honestly, it was working. You thought. As the three friends were talking, you can't help but eavesdrop and listen to their dumb conversation.

"Stop trying hard, Satoru. She's clearly busy." Suguru replied back while leaning on his seat and crossing his arms, manspreading was his go-to position everytime. While Shoko was copying the written notes on the board. Yaga had dismissed you guys early than the original time, but allowed you guys to stay inside for awhile.

While talking, the dismissal time came and grabbed your bags walking side to side with Utahime.

"Maybe she's just not into you." Shoko bluntly said, grabbing her school bag. Walking in the middle, between the two guys.

"That's possibly the rudest thing you've said to me, Ieirie, not nice." Satoru replied while pouting at his friend, and having his hands on his heart as if he got hurt badly. Trying to show that he was hurt by what she just said.

"It's true, I even heard her and iori talking about this one dude she saw from the cafe they went to.. it was yesterday I think." Shoko added, this made Satoru's heart burn in flames. Jealousy? Anger? h the guy's safety was infact in danger.

Satoru felt the urge to hollow the purple the guy. Oh but anyways, who won't reject the Gojo Satoru? His mind was in shambles. His yet-to-be girlfriend was admiring other boys. And by just thinking about it, it made Satoru a bit upset and jealous. He wants to be the one who she thinks about. Oh poor Satoru.

The two friends were horrified, looking at their friend who just zoned out. He was whipped.

. . .

"I'll be getting some drinks from the vending machine, Iori." I said as she was sitting down on one of the garden's bench, swaying her legs back and forth, she nodded at me while putting my bag down beside her figure.

While walking to the nearest vending machine, and to my nightmare, I saw Satoru walking to the same direction as me. Oh God.

To my surprises he wasn't looking at me, it was obvious he was trying his hardest to avoid me. Hmm.. Guess he lost feelings? I didn't know why I was feeling sad just because of a mere thoughts. Obviously, I don't like the white haired dude.. Or unsure.

Grabbing my soda, I turned my back and heard my name from his low voice. I never heard him calling me from his low toned voice before. It made me stopped walking on my tracks as I slowly turned back on his tall figure. His white hair was a bit messy, his of course charming blue eyes was staring at me intensely. The tension was getting hotter and hotter every second. Oh Gosh, what is he doing to me.

. . .

"Was the guy that attractive???" I asked, I probably look so hideous right now. I just can't help it. Suguru was pointing out how I was looking so furious. And here I am right now, jealousy was driving me insane. But talking to her made me feel better, oh how she looks so innocent but so beautiful at the same time.

"What do you mean?? What guy, Satoru?" Her soft voice was enough for me to be happy and forge the jealousy I was feeling.

"Shoko told me, was the guy attractive? More than me?? You don't know how Jealous I am right now."

"I don't know what you're talk-" She was talking but then stopped, she was frowning at me. I was having the urge to kiss her right on the spot, but she might think of me as a dirty bastard. I didn't work hard to get a good reputation for nothing.

"Oh... You were talking about that guy? Why do you wanna know. Oh yes, he was attractive" Her voice changed from soft to a teasing one. Does she enjoy me being jealous?

"Really? Much more attractive than me? But not richer than me-" I was blubbering until I felt her tiny hands covering my mouth, forcing me to shut up.

"Really Satoru." She interrupted while looking at me annoyingly, what did I do now???

While she stopped covering my mouth, I walked closer to her. The gap was nowhere to be found as our body was pressed together.

"Satoru!" She yelped softly, her figure's obviously smaller than mine as I dominate against her. Her round eyes looking up at me, waiting for my next move.

Her hand moved to my chest, trying to push me but didn't even made me move a bit.

“Can I??” Although, I have the chance to finally kiss her, I asked for a consent as I didn’t want to make her even more uncomfortable.

“Go for it.” I didn’t even exactly let her finish off her sentence, as I grabbed her chin up and place my lips on where it rightfully belonged to. Her soft lips.

The kiss was sweet and memorable, her cheeks were bright red when I pulled away. Just like a tomato, but a cute one. After the kiss, I felt like an old kid getting the candy that I’ve been wanting, if this was a dream, I’d gladly not wake up and be stuck right here with her.

The two of us were busy staring at each other, my hands on her waist, caging her. We both heard a sigh in front of us, looking at the three figures, we saw Suguru, Shoko and Utahime.

“Pay up losers, told ya.” Suguru grinned in victory while the two girls who had unpleasant look gave out few yens and gave it to Suguru.

“I didn’t expect Gojo to have some balls left in him!” Utahime spoke, while Shoko was left with a nonchalant expression.

The two love birds laughed awkwardly, pulling away from each other. Shyness was the only thing you can describe everytime they look at each other’s eyes.

[moritofu]

OHHH MYYY

part 2 uhhhh there's no way to censor it full on x

[moritofu]

[moritofu]

satorus long and nimble fingers spread across your chest, palming desperately and squeezing the fat of your boobs. after seeing him teary eyed on his knees, pleading out "please, i need it" over and over, you really couldn't deny him.

youve scolded him countless times on controlling himself, but the strongest became weak at the thought of just touching you. vivid or faint, the softest of memories with your skin under his palms caused him to harden.

anything, everything, you did, turned him on so badly it hurt. so with his hands groping and pathetically grabbing at your breasts, a shakey whimper spilt from satorus soft pink lips.

his leaky cock pushed against its confines, tip angry and stubborn against the fabric of his sweats. horrified he looked down from your pretty nipples, to his spasming cock. a wet patch was growing on his clothing, one you could feel against your thigh when he shoved his face in your neck.

that's kinda cute, even you must admit

[moritofu]

Winter nights with Satoru, where despite the cold weather you'd sleep in just your underwear and a tank top. the reason entirely being satoru's like your own personal heater. Even assuming he will keep his hands to himself, or use a seperate blanket, or sleep on your respective sides of the bed—that's practically blasphemy. satoru would rather you take a dagger and stab him in his chest infinite times, until his blood and tears become one with betrayal and his love for you.

so you've essentially given up, taking precautions by turning off the heater before going to bed, sleeping in minimal clothing, especially the kind which is easy to peel off. because you better believe despite all the measures you take, you'll be sweating. summers are the worst. the air conditioner has nothing on this buring hot man (in more ways than one).

winters are no exception, which was evident from the sweat patch forming in your underarms. satoru is practically tangled up with your limbs like an octopus who's clutched up your hands and refuses to let go. his right arm smooshed under your right side, and his forearm curls at your ribs and goes all the way to your left side of the waist to grab on. you'd never understand how his limbs work really being a giant and built like jelly while being crazy strong goes against whatever explanation biology could ever come up with. his left hand, buried inbetween in thighs. his is face buried in the crook of your neck, gently snoring away next to your ears. yes this man practically has to sleep like he wants to make a skinsuit of himself and wrap himself around you otherwise, you're gonna get a gojo satoru moping around at work with dark circles under his eyes. this is the only time he gets decent amount of deep sleep.

honestly, at this point making attempts to get away from him is useless, the weighted blanket he insisted on buying (a necessity he called it), making it further impossible for any chance of fleeing.

but there was a way! right around 3 am every night—you noticed this after you get woken up from his heat around 2 am and lay there rendered unable to sleep—he stirs around. you do not frankly know the exact reasoning being this occurrence happening at such particular timing everyday, you simply do not ask questions and only thank whatever is out there helping you out. because lying in your own pool of sweat for an hour is exhausting. so around this time he would move around and switch the side he would be lying on. and you'd think oh great he'll let go then!

wrong. whatever Freud said about human subconscious might just be right, cause when he turns over, it takes him less than 5 secs to realize you're not there—skin to his skin—so he would turn back over, take you with him, tight in his arms again, to turn you over to the other side and continues holding onto you like a Koala bear. first time this happened you got scared he's gonna throw you off the bed or something. but now you've mastered the trick of slipping away at just the right window frame between him stirring around and grabbing you back to turn you over with him.

you'd slip out and head to the bathroom to maybe get a wet towel and wipe away the sweat and wash your face. sit down and catch a breath because, satoru would come looking for you in meantime, with his eyes still closed, a big definate pout adorning his face, and hair sticking everywhere—

"come back to bed sweets"

[moritofu]

Husband!Satoru loves his wife so much, he could never say no to her. Husband!Satoru who doesn’t care if he spoils you, it’s how he shows his love. Husband!Satoru likes that you’re a little spoilt, at least you know he’ll give you whatever you want. Husband!Satoru lives to please you, that bag? you got it, he sees you looking at a necklace in a store window? hes giving it to you the next day, You want sushi? he’s figuring out the fastest way to get it for you. Husband!Satoru who loves to treat you like the princess you are, even in the bedroom. Husband!Satoru who wouldn’t be able to get off if you haven’t had a least one orgasm before he fuck you. Husband!Saturo who doesn’t care youre a bit of a pillow princess, you look so pretty laying there taking his cock anyway. Husband!satoru who would eat you out until you were crying because he loves to please. Husband!Satoru who loves to take photos while you take his coke, he just loves seeing his girl feeling good. Husband!Satoru who cums to the sound of your moans, you were like his personal goddess that he worships. Husband!satoru who doesn’t feel his job is done until your shaking, until the sheets are soaked, until hes soaked.

[moritofu]

Cried at this masterpiece. This too gooddd

Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow — Gojo Satoru

pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

synopsis: crushed by the pressure of his work, Satoru and the reader's relationship begins to spiral. You do everything you can to make him happy, but you fear it's not enough. Maybe it never was. After a miscalculation that could have resulted in innocent lives being lost, the situation takes a turn for the worse.

Word count: 17k+ (I'm sorry in advance)

genre: heavy angst with happy ending

warnings: heavy angst, swearing, reader is a motherly figure to Megumi but their relationship is a bit strained, mentions of depression and self-doubt, reader is a sorcerer, fighting, insecurity, arguments, and breakups (?), descriptions of gore, mentions of sexual intercourse (mdni), depictions of a complicated and untraditional relationship, reader gets hurt, hardly edited/proofread (oops), gojo is fed up and mean :(

a/n: this is the first and longest thing I've ever posted on here lol. I felt like there was a lack of sorcerer!reader, so I played around with that concept a little bit. other than potentially shitty writing (sorry for any typos or grammatical errors), I truly hope you enjoy <3

“Get out.”

The hash sentiment lingers, hanging heavily in the air. 

“Well, hello to you too.”

He hears your feet shuffle across the floor as you stumble to take your shoes and coat off. “I just came to check on you.”

“And I’m fine,” he responds without moving, one arm up, draping over his aching eyes. He lies on the living room couch, one lanky leg propped up at an angle.

“You’re clearly not fine,” you respond, seeming unphased. “Have you eaten anything?” You ask, waiting for a response that never comes. “Okay, I’ll make your favorite ramen.” 

He feels the side of the couch dip, your hand settling on his chest. Your fingers were greedy like you couldn’t stop yourself from playing with the fabric or caressing his taut muscles. Your voice is gentler when you speak this time. “Do you want an ice pack? Some tea?”

You two have done this dance before. You come home to find him exhausted, overworked with a migraine that could tranquilize an elephant. And just like always, you carefully slip his shoes off and unbutton the sleek black jacket to his uniform. It’s hard for him to stay mad about anything when you’re this kind, this caring. 

“Satoru, please say something.”

“There’s nothing to say.”

Your voice was so gentle. So sweet, saccharine, and so fucking patient. A voice you only ever reserved for him and for his ears only. A gentle whisper carried in a gentle breeze. It was his favorite sound. 

But not tonight. 

So you try something else. Sweet kisses along the corner of his lips. You’re even bold enough to move his arm, the arm he was using to desperately block out any light or simulation. You kiss his eyelids, his forehead, and cheeks—feather-light. Your hand slides up his chest before reaching his face. You caress your thumb under his closed eyes, and your other hand finds his hair, gently massaging his temple. He has all of you. Every bit. 

“Let me take care of you.” If it were any other night, your breath fanning his neck would have shattered him; goosebumps would have wrecked his body, he’d shiver, and everything in him would ease, and all of his stress would slip away into nothingness. He never had to be the strongest with you. You would render him down to nothing but a simple man with just a few words. “You don’t look too good, honey. I’m sorry you’re not feeling well.” For a woman so strong in your own right, a woman of unyielding dignity and poise and unwavering determination to succeed, this is his favorite side of you. 

But not tonight. 

When his hand clasps your wrist, he feels your whole body freeze against his. Maybe you were surprised. Maybe you predicted this and were preparing yourself but-

The tongue-lashing dies in his throat when he opens his eyes. Just a peak to your face makes him falter. You were pouting. Worried. “I’m fine.” it’s harsher than you deserve but kinder than the thoughts swirling through his head a second ago. 

He’s agitated. Stuck in the same old system that continues to fuck him over—his students over. 

And yet, you just looked too beautiful. 

You pull away, finally taking the hint. Then, you stand, fully removing yourself from him and stepping away. Your body heat quickly disappears from where you once sat, and he quivers. The room was quiet once again. 

The room remained quiet even as you placed a hot bowl of ramen on the table beside him, a glass of water, and two pills. 

You slept alone that night. 

-

You remember when you first met Megumi. 

“Who the hell are you?” 

You never would have expected that to be the the words from a child you had just met. You raised a brow. “Well, aren’t you a fucking, brat?” 

You were different back then—colder, angrier. You were similar in that sense.

Oddly enough, maybe that’s what gravitated him to you.  

You’re not sure when it happened, but gradually, the harsh edges of you began to… change. Not entirely softened, as thorns remained, but you bloomed, red petals and all. You grew softer, kinder, more patient—and finally—your heart had made space for others. The fear of loss remained, but you had never cared for someone so fragile. No one had ever cried for you, reached for you with small chubby fingers, or depended on you as he once had. You never had someone in your life that needed to be nurtured, protected, and guided. 

He was just a boy. 

Over time, you realized that if you remained unchanged, perhaps he would never grow into the man he needed to be. You’re not sure why he picked you, why he looked up to you of all people, but he did. He found comfort in you and followed you like a little duckling with a little waddle and permanent scowl. 

There wasn't a rhyme or reason. He chose you, and you chose him. 

Soon enough, you were waking him up for school, running your hands through his messy, dark locks. You were making him bento boxes, running to parent-teacher conferences, and having hard but meaningful conversations with him in his room about his troubling behavior. 

Then you were hugging him as he cried, as he revealed the same dark thoughts you once had about yourself. 

You wished this world wasn’t so cruel, so dark. You hope that in a different life, he would have grown into a normal kid, with hopes and dreams and a list of things he wanted to do and go out and experience. You didn’t want him to be shackled to a world that’s left you so scarred.

You fought for any sense of normality you could give him. If that meant confronting the higher-ups, so be it. At times, you even confronted Satoru. 

He was just a boy. 

Fire never harmed you;  it never dared to scorch your skin. You commanded and held domination over nearly every flicker of heat. He was so small when you met him; you remember the first time you saw his small form shiver in the cold. It made you anxious. Despite buying him the heaviest winter coat you could find, you were beside yourself, always wondering—is he warm enough? 

But, long were the days of you bundling him up in his jacket, tying his shoes, and tugging beanies over his dark hair and red ears. Long were the days of you clasping his little hands in yours to bring them warmth when the air grew too bitter. He grew older, smarter, wiser, and stronger. The boy that used to cling to your skirt after a hard day at school now stood inches taller than you. 

You knew that one day he’d leave you, and you were okay with that. Seeing him so ready for the world made you happy. You worried—of course you still worried—but you were so proud. He was hesitant, unsure at times, and sometimes even looked back to you for assurance. 

You were always there, smiling, ushering him along. 

You can do it. I believe in you. 

You grew up together, you think. Sometimes, you wondered if he ever paid for your shortcomings, or if he remembered your failures as a caregiver, but just like you did him, he’d assure you with a soft nudge and a gentle smile. 

He knows you did the best you could with what you had.  

He was just a boy. 

Your boy. 

He wasn’t yours, but you loved him like he was. Only as he grew did you realize the lines you had crossed. 

He doesn’t remember his mother, but you’re sure he remembered her smile, perhaps her touch, or the sound of her laughter. You never meant to impose on her memory.

When it happened, he had just gotten into Tokyo Jujutsu High, and Satoru took him on his first official mission. You no longer had the means of pushing this off; you couldn’t beg Satoru or the higher-ups for another month, another week, another day. Megumi wasn’t a normal kid. He was a sorcerer and needed to start fulfilling his duties and mastering his technique.

“You can’t avoid the inevitable. You can’t protect him forever,” Satoru had once told you. 

You knew he was right. 

You stayed home that day, anxious and worried, but you knew Megumi would be alright. Satoru was with him. Even if the tall man was a bit harder on Megumi than you, you knew he’d keep him safe. 

However, your worst fears came to fruition. Megumi wasn’t the same after that mission. 

You remember. Satoru’s eyes were stern that night while Megumi's eyes never left the floor as he made his way to his room. 

You remember thinking—what could I do to make my boys happy again? 

After all, they were your everything, the reason you stood here now with a full heart. Things were newer for you and Satoru then, but he kissed you that night, warm, large hands gently holding your cheeks. He missed you a little bit extra that day. You were nervous, hesitant to fall into the sanctuary of his embrace, but it was only a matter of time until you were fully, devotedly his.

 “Are you okay?” You had asked, only for him to nod his head. 

“Yeah. Of course, I am, angel. Megumi is shaken up, but he’ll be alright too.” 

You made Megumi’s favorite dinner that night—the same beefsteak he’s raved about since he was only six. Well, he never raved, but you perfectly remember the first time you made it, which happened to be the first time he tried it. He could barely get his chin over the table to scope his food into his mouth. He wasn’t good with chopsticks yet, so he used a little fork, which he held in his tiny fist. His little eyebrows raised before dipping down, creasing at the inner corners as he concentrated on the flavor. He murmured it’s good, and you remember being so proud of yourself. That was one of the first times you felt that you were doing something right by him. You made the same dish on occasion, and time only helped you perfect the recipe. 

Megumi never came out of his room that night. The lights were off when you knocked. Even after hearing no response, you had cracked open the door, poking your head inside. 

“Gumiii,” you stepped into his room. He was on his bed, groaning as you flicked the light on. He turned his back to you. “I made your favoriteee.”  

You had sat on the edge of his bed, a hot plate of food in your hands. “C’mon, it’s the beefsteak you like. Nice and warm.”

“‘m not hungry,” he had grumbled. 

You sighed. “The mission must have been unpleasant.” He remained still. “I’m sorry, Gumi. Satoru said you did well! I’m proud of you—” he flinched from your touch, snapping his arm away from your reach. You froze, having felt the coldness of his rejection. “If you don’t want to talk about the mission, how was your first day at your new school?” You asked. “Do you have any classmates you like?”

“Just quit it already…” he had murmured. “I’m not in the mood.”

Your shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. I just want to make sure you’re okay. My first mission was tough too, and you already know I wasn’t great at making friends either–” you winced, biting your tongue.  This was coming out all wrong. “… are you okay, Megumi?” 

“I’m fine!” He clipped, pushing himself upright in bed. “Just leave me alone and stop acting like you’re my mom already!”  

You remembered—and just the memory of that night shambled your heart. You could never forget the hurt those words caused and how you couldn’t show it. 

You had smiled wearily. Then, you placed his dinner on his desk. “…you’re right,” you echoed. “I’m not her, never could be. I’m sorry if I imposed. I never meant to.”

You never spoke of the incident, but you remembered that things were tense between Satoru and Megumi for a short while after that. You told Satoru to drop it, but you had a feeling the poor boy received a tongue-lashing from Satoru. You were never sure, though, and you could never prove it. 

You just remembered feeling cracks in the foundation of the home you never knew you had so carefully crafted, brick by brick. Some of the warmth was gone—a warmth you never knew was quite there until it wasn’t. 

Little by little, you pulled back. Megumi moved into the student dorms shortly after, and he needed you less and less. You no longer made him bento boxes or his favorite beefsteak. You bit your tongue with the lectures: Megumi, that’s not nice, or Megumi, you need to have more faith in yourself. You can do it.  

Though the bitter bite of cold never entirely touched you, heated by an unquenchable fame, you pulled back your hand when you reached for him. He left you seared—burned. 

You still worried. You never knew if you were giving him too much or not enough. So, you left most of the mentoring to Satoru now.  It’s been a few months since the incident, and now you only ever speak to him if he approached you first. 

That's why you were happy when you spotted him in town. You offered him a small, shy wave. He unexpectedly approached you and asked how you were and what you’d been up to. However, the most unexpected part was when he asked if you were busy. You shook your head, and it was impossible to hide you beam when he offered to get you hot chocolate from the same coffee shop you used to take him to after school in the colder months.

However, it seemed you weren’t the only one confused by Satoru’s recent behavior. 

“Huh?”

“Gojo didn’t want me going on my mission,” Megumi reiterated. 

You blink a few times, tapping your fingers against the styrofoam cup in your hands. “Huh. He’s never done that before.”

“He doesn’t think I’m ready. He took the mission himself.”

“He said that? That he doesn’t think you’re ready?”

“Well… not exactly.” He scowls slightly, looking down at the cup of hot chocolate. “But he damn well implied it.”

“Gumi,” you frown at the boy. He doesn’t make eye contact with you; he looks forward now, gazing out the window and watching the fresh snow coat the ground. 

He was upset. 

“He could’ve at least taken me with him.”

For a moment, you see that same little boy you met over ten years ago and that same dejected look on his face after being let down one too many times. It breaks your heart. 

“If Satoru took the mission and went alone, I’m sure it’s for a good reason.”

He wants to say more but opts for something quick and sweet. “Yeah. Maybe.”

You have to do something. Quick. Anything to make him a bit happier. “I have a mission later in Osaka. I’ll be catching the 2 pm train. Wanna come? I could use the extra help.” 

He’s quiet for a moment, thinking, you presume, but he nods. “Yeah, sure. I don’t have anything else to do.” 

“Great! And just so you know, we’ll probably be dealing with a grade one or two.” 

He pauses momentarily before calmly asking, “And you need help with that?”

“Uh, yeah. Any help is much appreciated. Plus, I haven’t seen you much recently.” You smile brightly, and he turns his head, eyes finding the ground, looking a little bashful. 

“About that…” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you wave him off. “You’ve been busy with school, and I know that.”

“But that’s not–”

“It’s okay, Megumi,” you smile again, resisting the urge to reach across the table and gently squeeze his hand. “I get it.”

He gives you a look, a small disgruntled scowl. He wanted to say more.

“Alrighty then.” You stand, stretching from sitting in the chair. “I’ll buy you another hot chocolate for the road. We should probably start getting ready to leave.”

-

The mission goes well. An abandoned warehouse in Osaka conjured up a nasty looking grade three, but Megumi held his own just fine—like you expected. He’s grown much stronger and more sure of himself. You’re proud. Seeing how far he’s come certainly puts a smile on your face. He’s not a little boy anymore, you realized. He’s growing into a fine young man. 

Urg. Stop getting emotional. 

However, after stopping for a later dinner, you both arrived home late, around nine or so. 

“You did good tonight, Megumi,” you tell him for the nth time. 

He rolls his eyes, tucking his hands deep into his pockets. “You’ve told me that already.”

“I know, I know. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m proud of you. You’re getting so much stronger.”

Instead of brushing you off like all the other times, he sighs before offering a forced “thanks.” 

“Alrighty then. Try and get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you and the others sometime tomorrow, yeah?”

“Sounds good. Get back home safe.”

You nod, smiling. You make sure to watch him as he goes, making sure he gets inside before turning around. He’s capable of taking care of himself, but some habits never grow old. Making sure he gets inside anywhere safely has always been something you’ve prioritized, whether he was going to a friend's house, school, or boarding the train. 

You loved him like your own, but you knew he wasn't. After all, it was only a few months ago now that he reminded you that he wasn't yours.

You’re not my mom. 

It hurt—it still does—but you never held it against him. You still loved him nevertheless. Your relationship might have shifted but it doesn’t negate the fact that you care for him and would gladly give your life if it meant keeping him safe. 

Then, there was Kugisaki and Itadori—two others slowly weaseling their way into your heart. They’ve helped Megumi so much; he might be too proud to admit it, but they’ve helped him come out of his shell; they were his friends, and you knew they had each other backs. 

You sigh, a translucent cloud of white floating up and above your head. Just like always, your thoughts shift to blue eyes. Satoru. You’ve missed him today. No calls or obnoxious spam texts. It’s not unusual per se, especially when he gets busy. Regardless, you missed him.

But, something is bothering you. He wasn't communicating with you and he usually tells you these things. Even if he didn't have the time to tell you something right away, he'd eventually find a moment to talk to you. This time around, he didn’t. He didn't tell you he was leaving or about the whole ordeal with Megumi.

He just got up and left. You woke to a cold bed and an empty house. No text message, no note with a silly doodle. When you called him in the morning, it went right to voicemail. Eventually, when you pull up your shared text messages to check for anything new, you only saw the message you sent him from the day before. At a loss, you type out a quick message. You didn't think it would make things better, but at least it was something.

I hope you have a good day today :) 

It was all you could really muster up after last night. He seemed so agitated, and so fed up. You blamed it on stress; he isn’t usually like that. Usually, his touch was careful, calculated as if you were fixed of glass. You missed his lame jokes and mischievous grins when he was up to no good. You weren't offered any of that last night. Or the night before. Even the night before that. 

You’re starting to worry. 

He always bounces back so quickly. The only thing that typically gets him this mad are the higher-ups. Which, in Megumi's case, makes sense. You can see why Gojo would intervene if they gave him a dangerous mission. 

But why didn’t he take Megumi with him, at least?

Hm.. maybe it was beyond Megumi's skill set. Would the elders be stupid enough to set him up? They did it to you long ago, but they wouldn’t be bold enough to do it to the boy with the ten shadows technique, would they?

Or maybe Satoru… just doesn’t want to be near you?

Urg. You roll your eyes at your own selfish thoughts. Satoru wouldn’t do something like that. He’s already overworked as it is. Maybe you should make him something. A nice dinner? Or maybe he needed a pick-me-up? Kikufuku? You’re sure you could find the recipe online. 

You're torn, so you decide to make both. Maybe you'll even put on a nice dress. 

You decide to call him, and after a few rings, he answers. “Hey, honey,” you say sweetly, happy he even bothered to answer your call. "I was wondering when you’d be home tonight. I want to make you a nice dinner.”

He’s quiet again—too quiet. “Dinner? Tonight?” 

“Yeah, you’ve been so busy lately. I figured you’d like that.” 

He hums into the phone, sounding a bit lighter. “Dinner does sound nice…” 

Your smile widens. You could hear the underlying stress in his tone; it was flatter than usual, but at least he was trying. “... I’ll even put on your favorite dress?” 

He chuckles a bit. “Tempting, but I’ll probably have to leave after dinner.”

“Oh,” you murmur, wincing slightly at the rejection. Maybe you’ve gotten too spoiled—too accustomed to him pushing off his responsibilities all for the sake of spending a few more moments with you. Were you being too greedy?  “Are you okay? They’re not stretching you too thin, are they?”

He sighs in a carefree tone. “I'm doing fine. Same old thing, just a different day,” is all he offers, but you can tell he’s withholding. 

“I can help, y’know,” you offer gently. “If you have too many missions, I can take a few off your plate.”

“Nah,” he tells you a bit arrogantly. “It’s better if I handle it.”

Now you’re really starting to feel the distance. He usually reserves the softer parts of him for you. You suppose he just didn’t have the patience to do so right now. “You, uh, got into it with the higher-ups I heard,” you mention, trying to keep the conversation going but approaching from a different angle. “Megumi was telling me you even took his mission. I think he was a bit upset you didn’t take him with you. How come you never told me?”

“How come you never told me you were going to Osaka? Or the fact that you took him with you?”

Your stomach twists, unease bubbling in your chest. You didn’t like where this was heading. “I– it’s never bothered you before,” you manage, though your voice falters, dying down into nothing but a whisper. “And it’s not like you’ve been… wanting to speak to me recently. I haven't had the time to tell you much of anything," your trail off, your voice slowly fading before you begin again. "Did I do something to make you mad?”

The silence that follows is unbearable—longer than you ever imagined it could be. “Satoru… Please just talk to me.”

“I gotta go,” his tone is cold, clipped, and final. 

There’s a click as he hangs up, and the silence becomes deafening and threateningly absolute.

-

You realize you miss the way he used to look at you. Not the way he'd gaze at you, but in the way he would gaze into you, as though you were ever the only thing that ever really mattered.

After your last conversation with him, you were unsteady. You hated how you stayed in bed for hours, analyzing everything he's said to you recently, dissecting his every action. You hated how needy you suddenly felt, even while laying there, in his bed, in his clothes. He paused just a second too long before answering you now, as if he had to must up the courage and energy to do so. His laugh no longer came out easily. Others might miss it, but you never could. It was still rambunctious, taking up a whole room, but to you, it felt forced, brittle even. You've known Satoru at his best, and you've also known him at his worst.

When he looks at you now, you wonder if he's really seeing you. Painfully, you realize you haven't seen him; not without his eyeband on at least. Last night you did, for the first time in a while, but he seemed agitated.

The worst part was that you didn't know how to bring yourself to confront him. You struggled, unsure which pretty words and cadence would unluck the distance between you two.

Did something happen on one of his missions? Was he stressed? Had the higher-ups pushed him too far, testing his patience?

Or was it you? Was this somehow your fault?

Did you scare him away? Have you said too much, cared too deeply, loved too loudly?

You weren't sure, but you had to try something.

You were grateful you were cooking him dinner tonight on your day off. It was the least you could do, and you adored taking care of him. You choose hot pot, something you and Satoru have tried at home before. It took over a few hours to prepare, but it was worth it. You made two broths, you sliced up shabu-shabu and wagyu beef and even went to the extent of watching a video to make a dipping sauce. Unfortunately, you forgot one of the ingredients for the kikufuku mochi and didn’t want to risk making something he didn’t entirely like. Luckily, you had spare time to run down to the kikufuku store right before it closed. Of course, you grabbed all his favorite, two boxfuls, in fact. He was a big guy, so you hoped you had more than enough food for him to indulge.

You and Satoru were together. Though he never outright asked you to be his, you knew. It was an unspoken thing, and you were content with that. For as goofy and eccentric as that man could be, it was rather surprising how he was never outright with what he was actually feeling. 

He was damn good at showing it, though. In more ways than one. 

You feel it in the way he’d always reach for you after a nightmare. Shaking, needy hands tightly clasping at your waste, fearful of you disappearing and slipping to a place where he could not reach you. Don’t ever go where I can’t follow. Please. His face would nuzzle into your neck, sharply inhaling your scent. You’d hold him, whispering endless promises. I’m here. I’ll always be here. Or it's okay. Breathe, my love. I’m with you. 

You feel it on the nights he’d pin you beneath him, his grunts and moans echoing in your ears as he fills you so completely. He’d beg, no demand you—tell me you’re mine. Only mine. 

And, of course, you’d eagerly nod, overwhelmed with the pleasure only he could strum out of you so perfectly. ‘m yours. All of me—yours. 

You feel it in his protective gaze, his eagerness to hold you in the life vest of his arms. You felt it late into the night, damp bodies pressed against one another; low lighting, quiet laughter, and secrets revealed. His dreams, his wishes, his what ifs—the parts of him that no one knew or considered. Or when he handed you a silver key with a handsome and cheshire grin. What do you say? He was lovely, every bit of him, especially his gentle and selfless heart that you would never take for granted like the rest of the world seemed to. 

You feel it when he comes home from overseas and how his strong arms hold onto you just a bit longer, a bit tighter. You feel it with how he smiles into your neck or that one time at the airport when he lifted you up and spun you around, uncaring who saw. 

You feel it in the way that it was unspoken. You feel it in his cursed energy and how it perfectly intertwined with yours, reaching for you, comforting you when his hands could not. You especially feel it in the necklace he gifted you—the one your fingers were playing with now: a silver chain with cerulean sapphires, the same breathtaking shade of his eyes. His cursed energy, carefully imbued into the stones, was like carrying a piece of him with you—always, wherever you may go, and it rests directly above your beating heart. 

He might not voice it, but you feel it. He loved you. And you certainly loved him. 

So when had it become so hard to reach him? Why does he seem so intangible all of a sudden? Something deep and unsettling blooms in your stomach. 

And now that you think about it…

When was the last time you two did any of that? When was the last time his careful hands caressed you?

Only Satoru could make you this worried or make you feel this displaced. A sense of panic strikes you, and you pull out your phone to text him when you realize he’s thirty minutes late. Usually, that wouldn’t bother you, but–

After only three rings, you're sent to voicemail. When you check his location, he’s at the high school. Should you check on him? Or would that make him… mad?

He toru! Dinners ready. When do you think you’ll be home? Miss you. 

You bite your lip. He quickly read your message, but those three little bubbles never show up. 

Nothing. Just nothing. 

Maybe he’s staying up late writing the report for his latest mission? 

“eek!” Your phone pings, and after a round of hot potato, you see he’s texted you back. 

Only to be met with more disappointment. 

Dealing with something urgent. Don’t wait up. 

You frown, knowing you should drop it, but you can’t. 

Satoru…

He’s typing faster now. What?

You pause, thumbs hovering over letters you hesitate to type. What’s going on? You’ve been off lately. 

I’m fine. Just busy. 

Do you want me to bring you dinner to the High School?

Those three bubbles appear and disappear more times than you can count. No. I said don’t wait up. 

You know I don't sleep well without you.

He responds in a heartbeat. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

Your patience is wearing thin for the first time since this ordeal started. Are you saying you won’t be coming home tonight? 

You’re offered no response. He doesn’t even open your message. For the second night, you lay in a cold bed. Except, Satoru doesn’t come home. 

Only he could fracture you so completely. 

-

During your next mission, you brought the whole trio along. According to the report you were handed, you were only dealing with a grade three, but there was also an Infestation in the area. You could use the backup.

You had initially asked Megumi, but once Yuji caught wind, he was adamant that he tagged along, and, according to Nobora she had nothing else better to do. 

“Are you guys sure? It’s your day off.”

Yuji shrugs, both arms up, hands up and behind his head. “Yeah, I’m game.”

“Me too,” Nobora voices with a small glint in her eyes. “I got something new I want to try out anyway. We didn’t get to go on a mission last week as it is.”

You paused. "Huh? Gojo didn’t take you on any?”

“Nah,” Yuji shakes his head. “I think he’s been busy or something.” He looks at Kugisaki. “Hasn’t Gojo-Sensei seemed a little… off?”

Nobora nods. “Uh yeah. He hasn’t been himself at all. We figured you’d know something,” Nobora says, curious eyes scanning you. 

“Huh… I’m not sure. We haven’t gotten around to talking lately.”

Megumi hums, though it sounds more suspicious than his usual passive tone. 

Though they weren’t necessarily your students, you figured there was no harm in taking them. You've done it before and having them around was always like a breath of fresh air—reminding you of why Satoru dedicates himself so fully to his cause and being a teacher. They give you a reason to get stronger and keep fighting. You loved these kids and all their bickering. 

Except, this mission doesn’t go anything like you had expected. The report was wrong—a grade two was ambling through the abandoned schoolhouse. That was fine; the four of you were more than enough to kill it. The infestation was a bit overwhelming, but you had their backs, and they were nothing but pesky small curses lower than a grade four. 

Everything went well when the ambush happens. You all saw it: right in front of your eyes, a grade one emerging from the shadows, born into something nasty. It's skin oozed a sickly black slime that clung to its misshapen body. Its face—or lack there of—was dark and amorphous, split by a jagged maw that stretched impossibly wide, revealing rows of sharp serrated teeth, ready to cut and slash through flesh like a meat grinder. Other that is daunting appearance, the only other notable thing about it was its speed.

You told the kids to back down, but it was already too late. They were already involved, stuck in the heat of battle and fighting as a seamless unite. They were more than capable of standing on their own. 

But you needed them out of here. Your obligation was to protect them no matter how eager they were to help. However, before you could think of your next move, the curse made one last self-preserving attack. It opened in wide jaws, releasing several red beamed energy blast aimed directly at stone pillars. 

You had no time to think, only react. In an instant, you surged forward towards the trio, faster than their eyes could react. Grunting, you knocked them back, glass shattering as you kicked them through a window. You felt the impact ripple through your body, fully knowing you knocked the wind out of Megumi and Yuji. However, they recovered quickly, their instincts sharp enough to catch Nobora–

Right in time before the building collapsed. 

The building groaned like a wounded beast, its entire frame buckling from lack of support. Stone walls crumbled into clouds of dust and debris, windows shattered in explosive bursts, steel beams twisted and snaped with sickening shrieks. The ground trembled violently as the structure gave way, collapsing into a chaotic heap of concrete, rubble, and smoke, swallowing everything beneath. Including you.

You survived. Reinforcing your body with cursed energy made you strong enough to withstand the impact, and your heavenly restriction certainly helped. Nevertheless, you still took on quite a bit of damage from the tons of metal and concrete.

You woke up under the rubble with a startling gasp, choking on the dust. Were you out for a few seconds? Minutes? You were unsure, but the only thing pushing you to stand was the panic coated in Megumi’s voice. He was calling for you, and so were the others. You could hear the strain in their voices, the utter distraught. You healed your broken leg and the gash on the corner of your forehead, ceasing your gushing blood. You gathered yourself and your strength before pushing. They found you quickly after that, noticing a heap of rubble moving. They ran, rushing to help you push back concrete that threatened to suffocate you. You never did like tight spaces. 

Thankfully, you were alright. The kids were safe as well.

However, the curse had escaped. Megumi was visibly shaken, his fingernail cracked, bruised, and bleeding from digging urgently through the rubble to find you. 

Everyone was on edge. It wasn't their fault you didn't react quickly enough. You were more than capable; maybe that's why the failure stung so much.

You let yourself down. You let them down.

You were spiraling into a dark place quickly. The guilt threatened to swallow you whole. Gojo was still nowhere to be seen. You didn't have the strength to call him. You’re not sure what you could even say. You’ve fucked up before, but never to this extent. Not to where a whole building collapsed. 

“Good morning. A tragic incident occurred last night when an abandoned school collapsed around 7 pm. Authorities are currently investigating the cause, and preliminary reports suggest that the collapse could have been due to a structural weakness—one of the many reasons why the school was abandoned in the first place. We will continue to monitor the situation as more information becomes available–"

Megumi gently grabs your phone and locks your screen. Wordlessly, he shakes his head before pocketing your device. You’re too exhausted to ask for it back. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, Sensei?” Yuji's voice was soft, the first voice to break the ice. You look up from your hands, unsure how long you’ve been lost in thought. You force a small smile as you gaze at the three kids. You were sitting across from them in the waiting area outside the council room. 

“I’m alright. Are you guys?"

“We’re all fine,” Megumi cuts in quickly. “We’re– we’re more than okay.”

“That's good,” you trail off. “That's really good.”

Uncertainty hung dangerously in the air. What happened now? You were okay, but for how long? 

You knew you were in for a lashing with all the collateral damage you caused. It was supposed to be a simple mission. This wasn't supposed to happen. You four were fine, but did anyone else get hurt? 

You flinch at your own thought. You don't think you could live with yourself if innocent lives were lost.

“Sensei?” Yuji's soft, unsure voice cuts in once more. When your eyes make contact, he smiles brightly. You can tell it’s forced. “After this, wanna go get something to eat? There’s this great sandwich shop down the street!”

“Y–yeah!” Nobora sits up straight after being less than conspicuously nudged by Yuji. “It’s pretty good. We went the other day–”

The council room door creaked open. The higher-ups were waiting, shrouded in shadows and faces hidden. Even if you couldn't see them, the tension was palpable. Even without seeing them directly, you could sense their anger, smell it as it rolled off of them in a quiet, unspoken fury. You glance at the kids once more, this time with a gentle, reassuring smile curling at your lips. 

Everything would be okay.  

-

Everything was, in fact, not okay. 

The air was heavy as you entered your office. Your limbs ached, your head throbbed, and every breath felt like dragging glass through your lungs. You had thought the worst of it was over, and slowly, you felt your body begin to shut down, but only when there were no prying eyes to see how you compensated for your injuries. Even after using RCT, you had a limp—your bones were mended but not quite right. Your head was no longer bleeding—but still, you weren't quite right. 

You dismiss it as exhaustion; after all, you had just learned RCT not too long ago. Maybe you missed something. However, this wasn’t anything you couldn't handle on your own. You could see Shoko, but why bother her? You’ve endured far worse. Dealing with a sore body and a headache for the next few days wasn’t out of your jurisdiction. 

When you open the door, a flickering lamplight reveals a tall frame standing by your desk. Even before your eyes dance upon his sharp and still silhouette, the air shifts—your soul already knows he is there. Satoru.

But, his eyes never meet yours; you weren’t blessed enough to see them, a bright blue illuminating in the absence of light. His eyes were covered with a familiar dark cloth. However, you didn’t need to see them to know that the usual warmth they held as he gazed upon you was gone. In its place was a coldness that turned your stomach.

“Satoru–”

“I know,” he says, voice clipped as he turns to face you. “I read the reports.” Your heart sinks as he haphazardly tosses the report down to your desk. 

You’re exhausted, unsure of where to even begin. So many questions floated in your weary mind. Where were you? When did you get here? Please, don’t be mad at me. 

It’s funny how all your dignity, poise, and strength to endure are gone with him. You already took one berating from the elders, and you’re not sure you could handle another. 

Not from him. 

“But, I want to hear it from you.” He stepped closer, his height making him all the more domineering. “What happened out there? And how the hell are my students caught up in all of this?”

“The report was wrong. It was a grade two, not three, but we handled that just fine. We cleared out the area and completed the mission, but we were ambushed. A grade one appeared, destroyed the pillars, and–” You hesitate, unable to form the words. “Well, you know what happened.” He’s quiet, too quiet for your liking. “I–I did everything I could, Satoru. The students were fine, but the curse got away.”

“Everything you could?" His voice echoes. "I don’t need excuses. Certainly not from you. You endangered them—all of them. They’re not even your students!” He snapped, his voice rising in a way you’ve never heard before.

You bite back the lump forming in your throat. “I thought you, out of anyone, would understand the circumstances.”

“...Understand?” He utters back, a quiet fury rolling off him in waves. 

 “I made sure that–”

“You failed,” he snaps, voice laced with malice. “Enough. Just stop it. You were reckless and went behind my back, and you let a pathetic grade one get the best of you.”

Your chest tightened, crumbling at the weight of his tone. “Went behind your back? I did no such thing.”

“They could have been hurt because of you!” You visibly flinch, his words carrying more weight than the debris that had buried you—broken bones and all. 

“I’m recommending you be demoted to grade two.” 

What?

“You can’t do that. Satoru, you can’t–”

“I can,” he said coldly. “and I will. You failed, and not only did you fail, you went behind my back and involved my students. Your recklessness caused this,” disdain coats his voice, and he sucks his teeth. “I was gone for two fucking seconds, and you damn near ruined everything. People could have died. My students could have been injured. So stop being a nuisance and just do as you're told from here on out.”

No. 

No, no, no, no. 

You fought for years to get to grade one. A woman with a name of no renown—this society was never in favor of you; the system was set up for you only to fail time and time again. For years, you were held at grade three, then grade two, all because of your name’s sake—all because you were a woman. You didn’t have the luxury of being as good as other sorcerers; you had the burden to be better. 

Even now, at grade one, they continue to undermine you and undervalue you. You knew you didn’t have room to make mistakes, for they would tarnish every bit of good you have done. You thought Satoru understood that. You thought he viewed you as an equal, someone strong enough to stand by him. You thought he valued you, respected you. 

You never thought a mistake, a stupid mistake, would lead to this. 

It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair. 

“This has nothing to do with my rank. You don’t believe me. You don't trust me. After everything–”

Hearing his scornful laugh, your vision begins to blur. “Don’t make this personal. You fucked up, and now I have to clean up your mess.”

Your ears begin ringing. The pounding in your head becomes too much and threatens to crack your skull open once more.

“But it is, isn’t it?” You whisper. How could it not be personal with how he's been treating you for days? “You haven't been able to look at me in weeks. You speak to me as if I’ve become nothing but a burden to you—a nuisance. What did I do to deserve this?”

He remains silent, the muscles in his jaw ticking as he grits his teeth. Point proven.

Your heart painfully twists with each beat. “Do you even… care about me anymore?” You’re not sure why you say it, why the words slip past your lips, but they do.

He read the report and he hadn't even asked if you were okay. Maybe it was a selfish thought, but it makes your chest ache. You just wanted to go home, crawl in bed and hold him. However, you knew that wasn't in the cards right now.

“Don’t twist this into something it’s not.”

Your voice finally wavers before him, cracking as you press on, desperate for him to understand—desperate to have him by your side as he has been for so many years.

“You’re casting me aside like I’m... worthless."

It was cruelty, a quiet and deafening insult for him to demote you of your status—but more specifically, your place beside him. That hurt runs deep, to the point that feelings of betrayal start seeping into your veins, poisoning you, antagonizing you. Belittling you. It was a sharp dagger you never expected—searing with a hatred that threatened to cripple you. This wasn’t just about your position. He was a man of unchallenged stature, of the highest status and regard, lowering you, demeaning you with his every word, every action. 

When did things go so wrong?

Yet, even now, you question yourself. Were you being dramatic? Were you taking this too personally? Were you being selfish?

Because he was right. Every word he's said so far was right. You failed. You put them in danger.

You stand there, a hollow feeling growing in your chest. The sting of Satoru’s words cut deeper than any blade you’ve faced. His jaw tightened, his gaze hard as steel and cold as ice. “You gave me what I never asked for.”

“Don't you dare!” You snap, finger trembling as you point his way with an accusatory jab. “Don’t you dare pretend this is nothing.  You know me better than anyone. How could I not take this personally? I’ve done nothing but stand by you, love you, trust you–”

“Like I said, I never asked for any of that,” he utters sharply, his carefully composed exterior shattering. “Whatever we were was nothing more than fucking convenience.” 

Suddenly, he stops, freezing at the onslaught of his own lethal words. His next words seemed to die in his throat. The damage was done. 

Exhausted, defeated, numb. His words hit you like a death blow. “... Convenience?” Echoing the very word that came from his lips—a sound you hardly recognize comes from your mouth, a small slip of the anguish tormenting and swelling in your body escapes. 

The necklace around your neck, the very one he had given you, seemed to pulse against your skin, warm and alive. It carried a piece of him, a piece of you, a guiding hand in the absence of light: a thread, an anchor—a way home. 

Suddenly, you hated it. Hated the way it sat so close to your heart, hated the warmth, his energy; you hated that, even now, his words cutting so deep, unraveling the fabric of your being, it comforted you, reaching for you. 

You yanked it off, the chain snapping in two as you held it in your trembling hands. 

He falters, his whole being frozen. “What are you doing?” he asked, quiet and tense, blanketed in uncertainty. 

“I don’t want it,” you say, voice quivering, threatening to fail you at any moment. His energy—the only energy that blended so perfectly with yours—reached for you, and so did his trembling hands. Reflexively, you flinched away, retreating further into the room and further from him. “Don’t,” you shake your head. “Don’t touch me. Not with your hands, not with your energy. Don’t.”

Silent tears stream down your face. You are unable to look at him, and your breathing is shallow and unsteady. You open your hand, letting the necklace drop to the floor. The faint sound of metal hitting wood echoes in the suffocating silence of the room. 

There’s a soft knock on the door. It creaks, slightly opening. “... Y/n sensei?” came an unsure voice.

You stiffen, and suddenly, you can sense them, three nervous students standing outside your door. Too caught up with Satoru, you had entirely missed them. You clear your throat and dry your cheeks with the back of your hand before turning to the door. You walk over, opening the door wide enough to see them. 

“Sorry if we’re interrupting, but we just wanted to know if you still wanted to come out for dinner with us...” 

Fuck. How much did they hear?

You take a breath, and it’s shakier than you anticipated. “Yeah, sure. That sounds nice. Let me grab my jacket, okay.”

Yuji only offers an unsure smile. Norbora has a hard time even looking at you, while Megumis's eyes are solid and unyielding, glaring right past you. His hands were in his pockets, balled into tight fists.

You don’t know what to do other than quickly turning. Within a few ushered strides, you were at your desk, grabbing your coat off your desk chair; you’re careful to avoid Gojo, who manages to plaster on that big fucking grin. 

“Heard you guys were up to no good while I was away.”

“We were fine,” Megumi interjects before Yuji could open his mouth. “More than fine.” 

“Y–yeah, everything ended up being just fine. Y/n-sensei made sure of that,” Nobora awkwardly adds, shifting her weight on her feet. 

“Ah,” Gojo nods. “Well, make sure you get some rest tonight. We’ve got a long day tomorrow! You guys will be training with the second years!” 

You hated how he could act as if everything was alright while you were fighting back tears. It was another jab, a suckerpunch to the gut. 

You just needed to get out of there. 

-

After dinner with the kids, you headed out on your own the following day. You went home, stuffing some clothes in a bag before spending the night at a cheap motel. Before getting with Satoru, you always floated from place to place, never truly settling. Those days, all you carried on you was your backpack. You didn’t have a home or many possessions you could call your own. You just had yourself.  

I guess old habits die hard. 

Megumi was the first to text you: I went to Gojo's house today and didn’t see you. 

All good! I’ve been busy running errands.

Nobora text you sometime after.

Hey Sensei!! Let me know if you’re available today! Let’s go shopping!

You responded rather quickly. Sorry, I’m not around today. Maybe ask Maki? Or maybe Yuji and Megumi would like to tag along.

But guys suck :(

Then, there was Yuji: Hey, Sensei! Let me know if you want ramen! The gang and I got you since you covered for us the other night! I even got coupons! 

You weren’t sure what to say. You always covered for their meals (no exceptions), but you knew they were just trying to be kind. You double-tapped and hearted the message. 

You appreciated them more than anything, but frankly, it was a bit embarrassing. You never meant for them to overhear you and Satrou that night in your office, and you were never one for pity. If it were anyone else, you would have called them out and told them off. However, you wouldn’t dream of doing that to the kids. They were trying to support you in the only way they knew how, but it wasn’t their responsibility to worry about you. 

Surprisingly, Shoko was the next person to contact you. You never stopped by my office. I’m assuming you’re alright?  

Smiling gently, you responded. Yeah, no injuries to report. 

A building collapsed on you.

You scoff, imagining her deadpan expression. Heavenly restriction, remember?

That doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt. 

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard. Yeesh. Just meet me at the bar you like downtown. 

That’s where you are now, Shoko’s favorite bar, tossing back your third shot. ”Take it easy. I don’t feel like dragging you home tonight.”

“Ah. I’m alright, Shoko.”

“You don’t look it.” 

“Neither do you with those bags under your eyes.”

She brings her drink to her lips, mumbling “touché” before taking a swig. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Vivid memories pressed to the front of your mind of the building collapsing. “Satoru is demoting me. After the elders ripped into me, I found him waiting for me in my office.”

“He– what? Jeez,” she took another sip of sake. “Out of everything, I didn’t expect that.” 

“I– we haven’t been doing too good. I’m not sure if there even is an us after last night.”

“Huh. He did seem a little out of it today.”

“Somehow, I kinda doubt that.” There’s a beat of silence, and you swirl the liquid in your cup. 

“If it means anything, he asked me about you. Asked if you were alright.” 

You smile a bit sardonically.  If Satoru really wanted to find you, you knew he could, as he had the means to do so. From here, you were only about five miles away from his estate. It’s not like you were too for his eyes to see.  Suddenly, that thought bothers you, and you find yourself almost subconsciously concealing your cursed energy.  

“Is that why you texted me?”

She gives you a weird look. “Partially. I had my own concerns.” 

“Like what?”

“If I’m being honest with you, you’re not great at RCT. I wanted to check and make sure everything was alright. It eventually catches up with you if you don’t do it correctly. I’ve seen it cause irreparable damage before.”  

“Ah. I guess that makes sense.”

“You should come to my office tomorrow so I can check–”

“I think I’m gonna quit.”

“…what?”

“I mean, that’s what they really want, right?”

“If you do that, they’ll find the easiest excuse to label you as a traitor. A cursed user.”

“Don’t you think I know that? Since day one, they’ve been trying to paint me as a villain.” 

“So don’t give them what they want,” Shoko bites back. She pinches the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. “Listen, I can’t stop you. You are going to do what you want to do at the end of the day, but you don’t need to do this. You made a mistake.”

“I’m just tired,” you tell her truthfully. “For months, I’ve been pretending, going through the motions. I've been miserable. Megumi hasn’t wanted me around much. He’s older now, and he doesn’t need me anymore–”

“Of course he does,” Shoko cuts you off. “He’s still a kid.”

“And I’m not his mother,” you retort bitterly. “Then, there’s Satoru. He’s been so distant.  He used to always be in my corner and make everything better, but I don’t even have that now. Now, all of the jujutsu society thinks I’m a liability. He thinks I’m a liability. Maybe it’s why he’s grown to resent me so much.”

“Please. Just stop talking,” Shoko remarks, overwhelmed with how quickly you were talking. She wasn’t necessarily a fan of conversations like these, but at least she listened. “I’m here if you ever need anyone. And please, don’t let this fester. I would rather not lose another friend.” She takes a large gulp this time, finishing her drink before gesturing for a refill. “Tsk. Satoru is complicated—I get it—but he wouldn’t want you to leave. Neither would Megumi. That kid loves you. Maybe you and Gojo just need a break.”

A break? Ha. That was one way of putting it. However, it already felt much more like a breakup, and its permanence frightened you. Like many other things in your relationship, it was never voiced but certainly felt. 

“Yeah,” you say softly, body buzzing as you down your fourth shot. “Maybe you’re right.”

-

You start walking home after having drinks with Shoko. It was a long walk, and you took your time. You weren’t in a rush to head home to potential chaos. The thought of staying at a hotel crossed your mind, but you had nothing to change into. Frankly, it didn’t matter where you went either. It’s not like you’d be able to sleep any better. 

Though, it’s not like you were going back home to anything good. You were suspended without pay; you couldn’t go near the school grounds or exercise any curses—a stipulation you rolled your eyes at. If they thought just a few measly words would stop you from exercising a curse, they would be more idiotic than you thought. 

Still, maybe it’s good to take some time off. Maybe you should stay at the hotel. If you were lucky, they’d have a washer and dryer. 

Then, your phone starts to ring—a unique ringtone that a white-haired idiot assigned to his contact one day after you let him “borrow” your phone. He even changed his contact photo; years later, you never had the heart to change it. 

Your heart aches when you see the contact photo of him, his goofy smile and gorgeous eyes peeking over his black shades. You answered hesitantly after a few rings. 

“Hello?”

“Heyyy,” you hear, his voice light and cheery yet, lacking its usual spark. “Where are you? I know I missed dinner the other night so I picked up your favorite on my way home!” 

Back to normal? Just like that?

You take a breath, reeling in your emotions. It wasn’t normal, per se, but you could tell he was trying, stepping cautiously over the ice he knew could shatter at any moment. 

“I’m not home, right now.”

“Huuuh?” You can hear the slight whine in his voice, and you can imagine him pouting like a small child. You expect him to carry on with his theatrics, but he hesitates. “When do you think you’ll be home then?”

“Uh, I don’t really know,” you trail off, unable to keep up his faux mirth and bravado. 

 “Well, if you don’t want to sleep next to me tonight, I can just take the guest bedroom!” For a moment, he sounds hopeful.

Honestly, he’s just making your head spin. 

“Honestly, I think it’s best if I stay out of the house for a little while, Gojo.”

There’s a beat of silence before you hear his nervous laughter. “Gojo?” he remarks dejectedly. “Can’t remember the last time you called me that.”

You were unsure what to say; you hadn’t even realized you initially referred to him by his last name until he pointed it out. You want to tell him sorry—for everything, but your tongue tenses in your mouth, and your throat threatens to close up. You hated it when he got like this, and typically, you’d do anything to make him smile again. 

But you’re hurt, and he caused that hurt. 

“I wanted to talk to you about the other day,” he adds quickly, unable to withstand your silence. 

“What’s there to talk about?” You ask softly. “What done is done. I messed up.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “You’re right. It can’t be undone now. But that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Your stomach drops your heart twists and aches. Was he going to officially end things with you? A bitter, more cruel half of you whispers—you weren’t even officially together to begin with. However, none of that even matters; he has too much of you, too many pieces of your frail heart in the palm of his hands. You were irrevocably his, but was he ever yours? 

Just a few weeks ago, you thought you would have an entirely different answer than the one you have now. You're too afraid to face him or the truth. You were guilt-ridden, your pride and dignity torn to shreds. Hearing that he no longer wishes to be with you would be too much. 

Honestly? 

You’re not sure how you’d react. If you’d sob, if you’d remain stoic, or if you’d flip a table and trash every one of your possessions. You’re at wit's end, and the level of fallout threatening to break free from you was immeasurable. 

So, you finalize what you had been contemplating just five minutes ago. “I think I’m going to stay at a hotel, Gojo. I need space. Time to think.” 

“I don’t want us to go to bed mad at each other,” he says lowly, his voice reverberating through the phone. You shiver. “It doesn’t feel right.”

You hated this. You fucking hated this. 

Your chest tightens, and your knees weaken. You wanted to give in. He always had that power over you. He ruled your heart so effortlessly. You yearned for him, your heart singing a million love songs, beckoning him back to you. 

But you couldn’t. You were too mad. You felt cast aside as if you were nothing but an afterthought—after all these years. Yet again, you feel the foundation of your home cracking, and your knees go weak yet again. You take a shuddering breath right before repeating the exact words he threw at you just a few nights prior—words that so effortlessly dismantled your spirit. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

-   

You’ve always had a habit of running. It was easier for you than most. You figured you’d go back to that cheap motel in Tokyo, but you were too restless. Too angry. Feelings of betrayal ran deep, and the guilt nipped away at you until there was only a void. 

Before you could leave, though, you call a number you knew by heart. Stepping onto the train and holding your phone to your ear, it rings. For a moment, you assume he’s asleep. It was getting late, but after the fifth ring, the line clicked. A groggy voice peaks through. 

“Sensei? What’s going on?”

“Megumi,” you breathe out. “Hi. Sorry to wake you.”

“It’s fine.”

“Nozomi 1, departing from Tokyo and heading to Kyoto, will depart shortly. Please be careful of your footing while boarding. Please refrain from using mobile phone inside the train–“

“You’re leaving?” The tiredness in his voice is replaced by something else you can’t quite place. 

“Only for a short while. It’s not like I’ll be working anytime soon,” you chuckled nervously. “But I just wanted to let you know. It didn’t feel right leaving without speaking to you first.” 

“Oh,” is all he can muster up at first. “I– when will you be back?”

“I’m not sure,” you answer him honestly. “A few days, maybe.” 

“Well… Can we visit you? I’d go alone, but I think Yuji and Nobora would kill me if I did.” 

Oh. You hadn’t expected that. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Um, yeah. When I figure out where I’m staying, I’ll let you know.”

He sounds worried. “You don’t know where you’re staying yet?”

You snicker. “Ha, this is, uh, kinda an impromptu thing.” 

“… and you’re sure alright?”

“Yes, yes, I’m alright. I just wanted to tell you.”

You can tell he’s not exactly satisfied, but he isn’t one to stop you. “Well, text me where you’ll be staying in a few hours. You should probably hang up now, though, and figure it out.”

You smile softly to yourself. He always was a kind boy—kinder than he’d ever reveal. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Goodnight, Megumi.”

“Night.. I’ll call you later. Be safe.”

When you hang up, you feel a bit better. 

- 

The first night was hard—really hard. Sleeping away from Satoru was incredibly difficult, but so were his sharp words that relentlessly bounced around in your mind.  You found no peace by your window, watching the last of that day's sunlight slipping away behind the horizon, casting long shadows over the dead trees covered in snow.

You could almost feel his presence, like the cast of your shadow on a wall—following you, mirroring your every move. Your phone never rang with his ringtone, your phone never buzzed with a new text. Yet you stared at the shadows for a bit longer, a bit more intensely, waiting for two blue eyes to illuminate the space. They never did. 

Kyoto's stillness seemed to reflect your own, waiting for something to change, waiting for something dead and wilted to bloom once more. 

However, even all the way over in Kyoto, bad luck seems to follow you like the plague. You were walking to a small corner market to grab something to eat when you felt the disturbance in the air—tasted it on your tongue. You hoped that surge of cursed energy wasn’t what you thought it was. You would have loved to be proven wrong, but your instincts were keen like a hound trained to hunt. 

A curse womb opened right above a Kyoto High school. 

You were definitely getting fired after this. 

You knew a cursed object was most likely responsible for this. Considering it happened at a school, you were more than willing to bet a strong cursed object was placed there, most likely intended to ward off any other strong curses that might otherwise appear in the area. You assumed the seal broke, probably after hundreds of years of suppressing the power of the object. You’ve dealt with a case like that before.

You couldn’t have been more wrong. 

Three stupid students—ghost hunting of all things—removed the seal. The decorated white cloth tightly wrapped around a black skull was torn, and its viscous cursed energy soared, tinting the sky black. 

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you hissed under your breath when you slammed open the classroom door. “This way, c’mon!” You didn’t have to tell them twice. Book it, and you stay by their side for as long as you can. You had to put up your veil, but only after they were far enough. 

You got impatient, however, especially towards the kid who had been recording everything up until now, where you crushed his phone in your hand. 

“Wha– hey! You're gonna pay for that!”

“What the hell is more important? Recording or your fucking lives? Shut up and run!” 

The air suddenly cracks with a tension that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It’s here. You could feel it—the dark, oppressive presence creeping across the courtyard, lurking. You yourself could see it with your eyes, but you felt it. 

Your senses were better than most. It was partially why you and Yuji got along and trained together so well. You were just like him when you were younger. Granted, he wasn’t born with cursed energy like you were, but your heavenly restrictions were nearly identical. 

You stop running when you reach the edge of the courtyard, but those three kids carry on in a scram. Holding the cursed object in your hands, you raise the skull in the air. It takes a considerable amount of force, but you crush the skull, black dust coating your hand. There’s a hollow screech, and you hope that’s the end of it. 

Of course, your bad luck persists. 

Typically, destroying the cursed object that’s created a cursed womb kills it or at least nullifies it. The exception is when the curse is an S-grade; those wombs are damn near impenetrable. 

Destroying the object seemed only to irritate the curse as it began crawling out of a bloody sac. 

You hold up your fist, index, and pointer finger together, pointing to the sky along with your thumb. A crimson veil pours down, covering the entirety of the school. However, you sense three others within your veil just as you seal off the area. 

“Yo, Y/n sensei!! What the hell are you doing here, loca!” A deep laugh echoes across the courtyard. 

Christ. You knew that voice from anywhere. 

You glance over your shoulder and see a few unexpected faces. Utahime and two other students—Miwa and Todo who looks way happier than he should be, considering the circumstances. 

The newly born curse loomed menacingly overhead, its red eyes gleaming like coals in a dying fire. It was tall, with protruding joints that snapped into place. Its black and sleek hair extended beyond its long, contorted body. Its face was painted white and cracked as if crafted of aged porcelain. Its kimono was white, stained with splashes of red and black goo. You stood firmly in place, fire crackling at your fingertips, your breath steady but sharp in the cold night air. Todo and Miwa joined your side quickly, and Utahime offered you a firm nod from the sidelines. She was entrusting you with her students.  

Quickly, the courtyard became a battlefield, filled with the crackle of burning energy and the hum of raw power. 

The curse lunged, zipping through the air. You were faster, your body twisting and moving with fluid grace. You raised your hand to strike, a jet of flame bursting forward, crackling against the air. The curse shrieked as the fire seared its back, black smoke rising from its melted skin. 

It recovered too quickly for your liking. It rolled through the flames like water through a sieve, reforming and lunging again, its claws gleaming.

Your senses were on fire—every shift in the air, every sound, every movement was magnified. You could hear the heartbeat of the curse, the faintest tremor of its form as it coiled to strike. You could smell the thick, sour scent of decay that clung to it like an ancient smog. And you could feel it—the deep, heavy weight of power pressing down on you, making your muscles tighten and strain against the oncoming attack.

The curse moved to strike again, but you were already there, rolling beneath it, body twisting in a perfect arc, and feet hitting the ground in a spring-loaded motion that sent you leaping upward. Your fist, wreathed in fire, crashed into the creature’s chest.

The explosion of heat sent the curse reeling, but it was only a momentary distraction. It retaliated, slashing the air with a massive, clawed hand. Three energized strikes were headed your way. You reacted with seconds to spare, but Miwa stood directly in the line of fire. You knew her simple domain wouldn’t be summoned fast enough, but she didn’t. It would be a miscalculation that ended her life. 

The claws tore through your side, then whipped down in a sickening arc, ripping clean through your arm. The pain came in an instant—a blinding, searing agony that burned through your body. You didn't even have time to scream.

You staggered back, a cry escaping Miwa’s lips as she looked at the bloody stump where your arm used to be. Blood poured and squirted from the wound, but there was no time for that. 

"Get back!" you shouted to the blue-haired girl, voice raw. She wasn’t nearly ready for this; Utahime gravity overestimated her abilities or underestimated the cursed strength. Regardless, the girl was too distraught to do anything at this moment. 

There’s a rush, and you suddenly realize you are outside the heat of battle. Todo went in, guns blazing, but you could only waste so much time. Todo was strong, way above his current ranking, in your opinion, but it was only a matter of time before that curse cut him down, too. 

Without a second thought, you dropped to your knees. The pain was overwhelming, but you focused, drawing from the reserves settled deep within your core. Your energy surged, and tendrils of fire spiraled around the wound, filling the air with intense heat. 

“Sensei! Are you alri–" Miwa gasped, her feet coming to a haunt as she watched in awe and terror as your arm began to regenerate—pulsing with energy. The flesh knitted itself together, bone and sinew reforming in a frenzy. 

But the process wasn't easy and certainly didn’t come without a price to pay. Your body screamed, the regeneration draining your reserves. You were already weakened, and the battle had just begun. Tsk. 

Todo found his way back over to you two, panting heavily. “How are you doing over there, Sensei?”

"Clap," you say, voice strained. "Now." He looked at you, bug-eyed, but he nodded. He didn't hesitate. 

He brought his hands together in a sharp clap, and everything shifted. “Alright! Let’s dance!”

In an instant, you found yourself on the other side of the curse. You inhaled deeply, heart pounding, immediately launching yourself back into the fight.

The curse roared in confusion, disoriented, but it was too late. You were already in motion. Your feet hit the ground in a fluid motion, and with a vicious snap of your wrist, fire erupted once again. This time, it formed into a massive whip of flame that lashed through the air.

The curse hissed as the whip wrapped around its neck, and you pulled with your whole body. Never losing your grip, muscles straining, you move forward, wrapping the flames over your arm again and again, pulling tighter and tighter until you smelt the pungent odor of the burning flesh around its neck. You wrapped the whip around your arm one last time before turning your body and pulling the whip from over your shoulder, viscously yanking and slamming the curse to the ground and into submission. 

The curse struggled, its body writhing, but it was weakened. Miwa went for the opening, summoning her New Shadow Style: Simple domain. She’s gotten better since the tournament, and you acknowledge with a grave chuckle as she instantly draws her blade, slicing the curse directly across its chest cavity. She cost you an arm, but deep down, you knew she had the conviction to win and succeed. 

Todo doesn’t wait. Another clap. Another shift. You and Todo swapped places with the curse itself this time, and the curse had no time to react. He goes for a punch, cracking the curse with a quick jab, followed by a right hook. He claps again. The moment the curse materialized in front of you, disoriented, you surged forward, throwing everything you had left into one final strike.

It twisted in anguish, its body crumbling to the ground before its remains turned into ash.

Then, there was nothing.

The air grew still. The ground beneath you is scorched but calm. You sucked your teeth, silently berating yourself. 

You hated using your technique. Frankly, you opted not to unless you absolutely needed to, which was the main reason why people hardly knew about it. It wreaked havoc, leaving nothing but indomitable infernos that refused to be quenched like normal flames. They left nothing destruction in their wake—hungry to consume and spread. However, you’ve gotten better at controlling it—you’ll give yourself that. The only thing burned here today was the grass in the courtyard. 

You stood there for a moment, panting, your body trembling with exhaustion as you collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. “Y–you did it!” Miwa cheered. “I had no idea you knew RCT. Thank you for helping me back there.”

“What the– Miwa, we won! Show some conviction!” Todo cut in, flexing his biceps. 

“He’s right,” you managed a weak smile as you worked on catching your breath and easing your fast-beating heart. You collapse to the ground, still gaining your breath. "We did it."

You hear footsteps approaching from behind. Tilting your head, you see Utahime standing directly above you. 

“Oh. Hi ‘hime.” 

She smiles a bit, but her face remains hardened. You straighten up a bit, catching on to her attitude. Something wasn’t right. 

“You guys did a good job. However, another problem has arisen across the city.” 

“Huh? Another one?” Miwa asked, brows tugging inward. She shifts her weight from one hip to the other. “That's like the fifth one today...”

They continue on in their conversation as you drop your veil, sniff the air, and concentrate on your surroundings. A sense of foreboding strikes you under the dark ambiance of the sky. Even after killing that S-grade, things don’t feel right. 

“Thanks for joining us,” Utahime says, drawing back your attention. “I nearly had to call for backup.”

You scoff, glancing up at her from the ground. “Something doesn't feel right, Utahime.” She nods, agreeing with your observation. “When did the reports come flooding in?”

“About an hour ago now.”

“Hm,” you wonder, thinking back to when you first found the cursed womb. “That’s about the same time I first sensed the presence of the cursed womb. They’re most likely connected.”

“That's what I thought. The presence of the cursed womb must have irritated some of the curses in the city, most likely because they were drawn to the energy fluctuations the cursed womb caused. It's good you were here. We're stretched thin right now. If you don’t mind staying, we could use your help. The other students are out on missions across the city, and things just keep getting worse.” 

You smile up at her before pushing yourself back up on your two feet, brushing the dirt from your pants. “Sure, let’s get going–” but as you stand, it feels as if a bolt of lightning strikes you down or as if your chest has been cracked open by a sledgehammer. The agony was too great to even scream as you fell to your knees and crashed back into the ground. 

It was lights out. 

-

It was quiet. Dark—a vast, unending expanse of nothingness that swallowed you whole. An endless drift. It would have almost been peaceful if not for the faint pull at the edges of your awareness, like an anchor trying to tether to something you couldn’t see. 

But then came the first sound. 

You heard voices—muffled cries. Please wake up, said one voice. Please stay with me, came another. 

Pain began to throb somewhere in the background, dull and distant. Disembodied as if it belonged to someone else. 

Don’t you dare leave me. The voice was sharp, demanding, cracking under the weight of fear. You knew that voice and remembered all the sweet things it used to whisper to you. Your heart takes a painful lurch. You can hear its occasional beat in your ears. We need you. I need you. 

Oddly, you were cold.

You were drifting again, further and further. The anchor was slipping. You were sinking, your head hardly above water, when another muffled voice broke through—whimpering, sobbing. Your heart lurches painfully.

Mom, please don’t go.

The words pierce through the nothingness, shattering it all to bits and pieces. The words pull at you, a lifeline you hadn’t known you clung to and needed. Images begin to flash, and suddenly, the voices are no longer just voices. Your heart suddenly burns as though the memory of life itself is fighting its way back into you. 

Your eyelids were heavy, limbs weak, unresponsive—cold. You were so cold, but it wasn’t enough to stop you from crawling out of a black pit that threatened to swallow you whole. There’s a faint sensation of pressure, a hand tightly gripping yours. 

Light begins bleeding into the edges of your awareness. You sucked in a deep breath, lungs empty and greedy. 

Then, your eyes fluttered open.  

You blinked a few times, realizing how hard it was to breathe. Breathing was supposed to be an automatic response, but you had to force it, each breath dragging along the back of your throat like sandpaper. You’re weak and shivering as you use most of your energy to sit up. You were in an empty room, you realized—the sharp smell of sanitizer permeating your nose. 

You push yourself out of bed, knees buckling under your weight. You catch yourself, gathering whatever bits of strength you have left. Your teeth clattered. You were freezing. Shaking, you wrapped the white blanket over your shoulders, gripping it tight before you trudged towards the door.

The hall was mostly empty, all except for a sleeping boy slouched over in a chair beside your door. Your heart squeezes. 

“Megumi,” you whispered his name. You stare at him for a moment, unable to bite back the tears that nip at your dry eyes. 

You wrapped the blanket around him, tucking it gently around him. However, he flinches, jumping straight up in his chair. “S-Sorry,” you tell him quickly with a watery smile. “You looked cold.” 

“You…” the word was a raw and weak whisper. His eyes widened. It took a moment for recognition to settle in, but once it did, he spoke again. “You’re awake.” He stood up from his chair, and you stepped back, offering him space. “You’re awake,” he repeated again. 

Then, you start to wonder just how long you’ve been out of it. Days? Weeks? The thought of months terrifies you, but before you can even go down that loophole, he’s hugging you tightly. “You’re awake,” he says once more, his voice breaking. 

However long it was, he’s right. You’re awake. You’re here, living and breathing. You wrap your arms around his torso, patting and rubbing his back soothingly. “Yup… I’m here. I’m awake.” 

You let him be the one to pull away, letting him take however long he needs. You enjoyed it regardless. You couldn’t remember the last time you hugged him. 

When he pulls away, his eyes are red. He sniffs a bit, backing up and taking the blanket off his shoulders. This time, he’s the one wrapping the fabric around you. He’s frowning a bit as he does. “... you’re the one that’s cold,” he notes quietly. 

“What happened?”

“You don’t remember?” He asks softly, brows furrowing. 

You shook your head. No. Frankly, you didn’t remember much of anything right now. “I was on my way with Yuji and Nobora. We got on the train after you let me know where you were staying.” That’s right. You texted Megumi when you figured out where you’d be staying. You thought they’d come over sometime in the following days. You had no idea they were rushing to see you on the next available train. 

He places his hands awkwardly on your shoulder before gently guiding you to the chair he was sitting in moments ago. As you go to sit, your body seems to forget how to move for a moment, and you lose your balance. He catches you quickly, carefully helping you down into the chair. “When we got to Kyoto, we realized quickly how bad things were over there.   We started helping out at the Kyoto school, dealing with the curses that had been lingering in the area where the cursed womb opened up. Eventually, we ran into Todo and Miwa. They told us what happened.” He grunts, kneeling down so he’s at eye level with you. 

You’re silent for a moment. “How long was I out for?”

“Pushing four days now.” 

The memories strike you like a fright train. “Are you okay? Is everyone alright?” You hadn’t realized you had reached for his cheek. 

He grabs your wrist, thumb gently caressing the back of your hand before pulling your hand away, guiding it back to your lap. He moves the blanket until it's covering you again.  “We’re all fine. Everything’s been dealt with. Yuji and Nobora went down to the cafe to grab some lunch. They’ll be thrilled when they come back.”

You tilt your head. “Why didn’t you go with them?”

He smiles a bit. “I didn’t want to leave you unattended.”

You don’t know what to think. You’re just happy you’re back. Happy because he was happy. You always hated it when he worried about you. You never believed it was his job to do so. However, he stayed by your side and protected you when you couldn’t protect yourself. 

You wiggle your toes and roll your shoulders before standing again. “You shouldn’t be standing–”

“I’m alright, I promise,” you tell him, dismissing his concern. “I just want to walk around, okay?”

He stares at you intently, unsure, but he seems to have no energy to argue with you. “... alright,” he relents. 

He follows you closely as you drag your feet across the floor. You don’t know where you are walking, but you want to stretch your legs and regain a sense of your body. You are weak, but you need to move. 

You ask the question you were too hesitant to ask: “What about Gojo?”

He huffs. “He left a little while ago. Said he’d be back shortly,” he scoffs. “Bullshit if you ask me.”

“Megumi,” you sigh his name with a soft reprimand. 

“He should be here,” he responds disgruntledly. “He should be by your side, and he’s not."

You stay quiet. You’re not exactly sure what to say to him when you agree. Maybe Gojo was done. Whatever this was, whatever relationship you had—maybe he didn’t want you anymore. You look ahead, fighting your own body that threatened to collapse at any moment. You could feel Megumi’s eyes on you, but you didn’t have the heart to look at him right now.

You were afraid you would sob if you did. 

Though you had never walked these halls before, the hospital's layout was quite easy to catch on to. After taking a fourth right turn, you see your room in the distance. A stubborn part of you says to keep going and keep walking, but the exhaustion is catching up to you quickly. If Megumi hadn’t been by your side, cautious eyes scanning you, you might have kept going until you passed out. You realize that the strength you had was nearly depleted. Only trickles of your cursed energy remained, and it would be a long while before you gained it back. 

You hear footsteps behind you. Quick and ushered. Megumi turns before you, his whole frame tensing.  He sucks his teeth and clicks his tongue. “So he finally shows up.” He speaks in a sardonic tone, loud enough for anyone in the hallways to hear.

Satoru comes running from around the corner then, taking deep breaths. Your brows slightly pinch together in confusion. “S–Satoru,” you stutter, walking closer. “When did you get here?”  He looks disheveled. Alarmed. Was he just running? 

It was hard trying to figure out what he was feeling or experiencing when that black eyeband covered his eyes. However, you noticed the bouquet in his hands, a delicate combination of soft and tender hues: pale pink and roses, white peonies, deep pink lilies, and baby’s breath delicately wrapped along sprigs of greenery. 

You place a hand on Megumi’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go eat with the others?”

“But–”

“I’ll be alright,” you explain to him in a soft tone.

He hesitates, torn between staying and leaving.  He was unsure if he should leave you to handle this alone, but after a moment, he backed down, probably realizing he shouldn’t stand between the two of you and what needed to happen. With an irate glance shot at Gojo, he turns, pocketing his hands as he makes his way to the stairs. 

Only when the door shuts do you look at Satoru again. 

He stays unusually quiet, his face unreadable. Frankly, it was rather unsettling. You had no idea what was going through his mind. “I–I’m sorry!” you blurt out the first words that crash to the surface of your mind the moment you see him in his entirety. There was no hope of holding back. After days spent away from him, lost in his absence, and days dancing on the edge of death, the words tumble out of you before you can stop them—unbidden, unstoppable. “For everything. Y–You must have been stressed with work and other things. My fuck up only added to your plate. I get it, ya know? It's selfish of me, even now, to rely on you so much when there’s a whole world that needs you. They are not my students, and I put them in danger.” Quickly, the tears gather in your waterline again, but you blink them away. “I–I’ll be leaving soon. I’ll… I’ll go. I’ll get out of your way, and you won’t have to deal with me bothering you any longer–”

“Can I touch you?” The question comes suddenly, softly, and almost hesitantly. 

You blink a few times, puzzled, but then, you unravel, folding inward under the weight of his voice. Your breath hitches in your throat. Was he still holding onto what you had said that night? Was he haunted by the barriers broken and the others so carelessly assembled? 

He still wanted you? 

You didn’t want him to let you go. Not yet. Not ever.

Like a dam breaking, you surged forward, closing the space between you two. Seconds later, you feel his resolve crumble. He crushes you to his chest, flowers falling to the floor. His arms enveloped you with a force that robbed you of breath, your feet nearly coming off the ground as you both stumble backward. Trembling, he clung to you as if you were an anchor in a world that threatened to tear him apart. There were no words—the unspoken agony and grief were far too overwhelming to put into words—if there even were words for it. 

I’m sorry. I love you. I’m glad you’re okay.  You felt it all with him. You could feel the pounding of his heart against your chest, hear its frantic rhythm match your own.

His hands were shaking, one tangling in your hair, the other wrapping entirely around your frame and squeezing your hip. He buries his face into your neck, and his hot breath is ragged and uneven as he inhales your scent. “I thought–” he swallows, shaking his head. “I didn’t know where you were—for a second time.”

Your cursed energy was low, more depleted than it had ever been. It explains why you were so weak, so frail. When he saw your empty bed, he must’ve panicked. He ran to you, anxiously following the weak traces of your presence. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair, and the familiar silk of his eyeband rubs against your skin. You gently tug at the fabric with the tips of your fingers. His breath hitches, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he stills as you slip the black band from his face. He lifts his head just enough to rest it against yours. They were that same stunning shade of azure—bright and impossibly vivid, glowing softly as if they carried the remnants of a forgotten star. Captivating, otherworldly, yet achingly human—something he’d often forget from time to time. 

“You promised,” he murmurs, voice broken. “You promised.”  

“What are you talking about?” you ask just as brokenly. 

Suddenly, one of his hands grasps your neck, and you choke on your words. He doesn’t squeeze tight, but the look on his face is enough to make you gasp. “I couldn’t feel you. I couldn’t feel you anymore,” he says achingly. 

Your chest tightens, nails slightly digging into his forearm. You open your mouth to speak, failing more times than succeeding. You wanted to speak, but the words lodged in your mouth. 

“I–I don’t understand.”

“You’re not wearing it anymore,” he murmurs, his nose brushing softly against your cheek. The necklace you always wore—his gift to you, the one that held a part of him, a part of the two of you—was gone. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, an absence that gnawed at him like hunger, an emptiness he could never satisfy. 

His voice wasn’t angry, far from it. It wasn’t even harsh, but something in it—a quiet desperation—made the air between the two of you quiver. 

“You promised you’d never go where I couldn’t follow,” he whispers again. “Remember?” 

You nod in his hold, tightly pursing your lips together when a few tears escape, dripping from your eyes.  He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours again, gazing deep and unwavering into your eyes. I remember. His grip on your neck loosens until he removes his hand from your throat completely, gentle fingers pushing down your shirt's fabric. His fingers trace your skin, the empty spot where your necklace once laid. 

Then, it suddenly hits you. “Oh.”  

He could feel you as much as you felt him. If you were ever too far from him—out of the range of his sight, out from where his hands could reach for you, that necklace was a beacon, a beckoning, a lighthouse in the storm that guided you home—guided him home. 

You squeeze him tighter. You missed him. You really missed him. 

“How did you find me?” 

He takes a moment to breathe, trying to settle the rapid beat of his heart. “Utahime.” He wheezes out a pained laugh. “She called me panicking once you collapsed. I got there as quickly as I could.”  

You copy his laugh, albeit coughing a bit from the pain blooming in your ribs. You hated to admit it, but the longer you stood, the more your body began to hurt. “I should just heal myself and get this over with.”

“Don’t,” his grip tightens on you again. “you’re using it wrong. There’s damage, lots of it,” he tells you, wiping at the blood that had stained your skin at the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Any more and–” his eyebrows furrowed deeply, the weight of grief and guilt tugging his features. The corner of his lips tightened. “Shoko operated on you for hours. You nearly died.”

He sees what others cannot, his gaze piercing the surface to something deeper, something raw. He sees the world through an entirely different lens, and right now, the sight of you seems to pain him dearly. 

For a moment, you wonder just how much damage is hidden within you and how much it must weigh on him to see it. “Shoko might have gotten you out of the woods, but she told me you’d need a few more rounds to get you back to normal.”

“That makes sense,” you murmur, allowing your entire body weight to ease into him. He accepts you with open arms. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. Or twenty.”

“I missed it,” he utters, voice thick with regret. “If I had just looked a bit closer, we wouldn’t be in this mess. I fucked up. I could’ve prevented this.” His careful grip on you tightens as if you’d slip away from him once more.  “But,” his tone softens. “You did so well. You took care of that cursed womb before I could even get to the scene.” Even through his pain and wallowing, his heart swells. He was proud of you. 

He bends down, grabbing the flowers he dropped before moving towards you again. “Oh gosh,” you hide your face into his neck as he reaches down, one arm hooking under your legs as he lifts you. You don’t hesitate, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m definitely fired, aren’t I?” 

He carefully guides you back into your room. He manages to toss your flowers on the counter by the window. “Don’t worry about any of that. I’ll handle it. ‘Kay?” He places you down on your bed, but he hesitates, not wanting to fully pull away. 

Your eyes flicker, recalling the night of your augment. You knew this was the reason behind his haunted expression. You recognized the torment because you, too, had felt it. “You’re mad,” he observes relatively quickly.

You didn’t want to bring it up. You weren't necessarily mad, not anymore, but even near death couldn’t make you forget the pain he had caused with words he so carelessly struck you down with. 

“What you said… Hurt me, Gojo,” you look down at your hands, feeling selfish for even bringing this up after nearly dying. However, you knew this conversation was inevitable.  “Even if you were right I felt cast aside. Useless. Why didn't you tell me you felt that way before?”

“No… don’t say that. I was being stupid. I over reacted. I know you'd always protect those kids and that's exactly what you did. You’re not weak or a nuisance, or... convenient.” you flinch at the word. “You’re far from that. I need you to know that.”

“...Then what am I?”

“Everything,” he shudders. “You’re everything.” His lips brush over your forehead, your cheeks, and eyelids, each kiss tender and lingering. But then he pauses, his smooth lips hovering just above yours. He’s always been so confident, so self-assured. You’re unsure how to react.

You were sitting on your bed, feet dangling just above the floor. He is leaning over you, one large and warm hand on your thigh, the other cupping your face gently. He was close, but not close enough. Even bent at the waist, his height keeps him just out of your reach unless he leans back down just a bit more…

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to you, giving him all the assurance you have to offer.

You were hurt, but you still wanted him.

You still loved him. 

His mouth was warm and soft—testing the waters and treading carefully. His grip on your thigh tightens until– 

He lets go. You feel the tension in his body dissipate, and finally, he allows himself to fully enjoy you—taste you. The kiss deepens, and you swear it brought life back into your frail body. He overwhelms you now in the most delicious way possible. Your toes curl, and your tight embrace eases. Your arms go weak, your hands moving to run down his chest, his taut muscles quivering in the wake of your touch.  Every moment was a promise, every brush of skin a new vow. No words were spoken, but you both heard everything that had been held back, everything that had been left unsaid. 

I’m sorry.

I love you. 

I love you.

I love you. 

He smiles against your lips, but you don’t stop or pull away, catching and nipping at his bottom lip. Then, you kiss him again, slotting his top lip between yours. “You really love me, huh? Hehe.”

Oh. You hadn’t realized you said it—whimpered murmurs against his lips. No wonder why he looked all dopey and smiley. 

“You’re not going to make me grovel for forgiveness?” He pecks your lips again. “This seems too easy. I know you’re still mad.”

You chase after his lips. “Of course, I’m still mad,” you mutter against him. “But I thought I would never see you again.” Even as he frowns, you pepper his lips with kisses. “Plus, it's not like you to grovel.”

“I would for. Only for you, of course.”

You giggle, nipping his lip a little harder. “Yeah,” you rolled your eyes. “I’d like to see that.”

Oh no. You’ve made a grave mistake. You knew you messed up again the second the words fell from your lips. There’s a glint in his eyes now. 

“Oh, my beautiful, angelic Queen! I know I have displeased you. Please accept my humble apologies!” You squeak at the suddenness of his actions. He sinks to his knees dramatically, and his palms meet the dirty floor, and so does his forehead. “I am at your mercy! I have failed you greatly, and I wish to make amends.”

You swat him on the back of his head, but it's not nearly enough to hurt him or deter him from whatever this is. “Gojo! Don’t bow like that! Get up!”

“But I can’t!” He whines. “You must forgive me! I will spend eternity on my knees if it means I can regain your favor, my perfect, beautiful, divine Queen. You alone rule this sinners heart!”  He inches forward on his knees, squeezing himself between your legs. His hands find homage on your waist as he nudges his face into your stomach.

Your eyes roll skyward. “Only you could apologize and insult me at the same time, Satoru,” you grumble, looking down at him before running your fingers through white stands. 

Suddenly, he looks up from this position, resting his chin right beneath your ribs, grinning ear to ear. “You called me Satoru~”

You feel your face flush, heat gushing to your cheeks and ears. “Shut up. You’re such an idiot. Can you get up now?”

“Nah,” he says lazily, burying his head into your stomach again. His voice comes out muffled. “I’m trying to make amends with my Queen. Let me, will ya?”

You ease, realizing you won't be able to stop him from doing what he wants. Even if it was a bit theatrical, he was doing his best—you know that because you know him. You let your nails gently graze his scalp as you continued to pat him. He hums, almost purrs, as your other hand finds his shoulder, squeezing him gently before running your fingers under his shirt, caressing his skull and the taut muscles in his back. A beat of silence passes, but you find yourself uncaring.

You had him back in your arms. That’s all that really mattered to you right now.

“Look, I know… I know I messed up,” he begins, voice so low, you nearly miss it. “I’m not great at this—saying the right things. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was stressed. I was fed up with the higher-ups and fed up with my missions, but that’s no excuse. If I could take it all back, I would in a heartbeat. You deserve better than what I was giving you. I’m gonna try to be better… for you. For us.”  His words hang in the air a bit awkwardly, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes and hear it in his voice. It couldn’t be missed. He shifts a bit, moving to kiss your belly. Then, his large hand wrap around yours, guiding your hand closer to his lips. He kisses the back of your knuckles tenderly as if the act of his apology could never be enough.

“You want me to stay?”

He squeezes you tighter. “Of course I do. What would I be without you?”

“Hm. You’d still be Gojo Satoru. Even without me.” 

“I don’t want to imagine a life without you,” he mutters. “Wherever you go, that’s where I’ll follow. I've already told you that…”

“Don’t say that,” you whisper sweetly, patting his head. He nudges his head further into you. “The world will always need you.”

“I will always need you. So please… stop talking like this.” He pinches your side, making you squeak. Finally he looks up, an unimpressed expression gracing his features. “And don’t ever leave the city to get away from me. When you told me you were going to a hotel, I thought you meant in Tokyo.”

You chuckle nervously, looking elsewhere. “Yeah… Sorry about that.” 

“Next time, take a walk or something. I dunno, go touch some grass if you get tired of me.”

A small smile escaped you, followed by a quiet laugh that shook your shoulders. You pat his back three times before kneading him softly. “Okay, humble peasant. You've groveled for long enough. Now lay with me,” you demand him. “I want you to lay with me. I’m so tired.”

“Psh. I’d hardly fit on this bed.”

“Whatever,” you tell him, scooting over. “I’ll make room. Get in, string bean.”

He grins. “Yes, ma’am.”

 It’s a bit awkward at first with his lanky form, but he makes it work. It was a tight fit, and his feet slightly dangled off the bed, but he made no objections. With your back to his chest, he held you against him securely.

“You’re cold,” he observes out loud when you start playing with his fingers. It’s a bitter realization, a deafening one on his part. You know it bothers him, especially as he wraps the blanket around you tighter.

He tries not to let it show. However, he quickly becomes restless and you know he isn’t sated. He begins to move. “Let me go get you another blanket.”

“Nooo. Stay here.”

“Huh? But you’re freezing! And you’re never cold!”

“I’m already warming up!” You intervene with a small giggle, tugging him by his jacket. “Just shut up and lay with me, already.” He hesitates before unbuttoning his black jacket. When he was determined, there wasn’t any stopping a man like him, and right now, he was determined to get you warm.

He lays his jacket over you, spreading the fabric out, smoothing away all the wrinkles, and making sure you're covered. It might as well be a blanket with how long it was over you. Bonus points because it still carried him warmth and smelled like his cologne. A blend of earth and wood with a hint of something darker—smokey and smooth. You always loved the scent. Whenever he walked by, it brushed past you like a gentle breeze over still water, warm and inviting, with subtle notes of leather, musk, and vanilla. 

He grunts a bit before easing into the bed again. “My little icicle- ow,” you shot your elbow back, getting him right in the ribs. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” He chuckles, before wrapping his arms over you one more. He brushes your hair from your neck, his breath fanning against your skin. He kisses you there once, twice, three times before saying something familiar. 

“I could sense when you left Tokyo. I didn’t know what to do. Even with my eyes, I couldn’t find you. You were just gone. Don’t ever go where I can’t follow." He kisses your neck. "Please.”

You turn around, searching for his lips. He melts into you once again, squeezing your side sweetly. “I promise,” you murmur. “Wherever you go, that’s where I’ll follow,” you say, voicing back the same promise he made you. He smiles faintly against your lips.  

When you woke up the next morning, your necklace was there. It was back where it belonged, sapphires resting gently over your steady beating heart—carrying Satoru’s silent promise.

Wherever you go, that’s where I follow. 

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a/n: I honestly don't know how I feel about this but if you made it to the end I hope the nearly 18k was worth reading. If you couldn't tell its based off the song Die With A Smile. Honestly, I think I might have been happier by making this a bit longer and flushing out some of the scenes more, but I was trying new things and I was excited to post my first jjk post :) however its getting late now but if there's any typos or errors I notice later I'll edit as needed.

anyways, if you'd like to see more gojo x sorcerer!reader let me know! also I really hoped you liked the bits I added with Megumi (he's just a smol bean).

likes and reblogs are always appreciated! :p

[moritofu]

mornings after

[moritofu]

when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.

being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:

"will you take my virginity?"

maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.

"okay."

and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.

but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.

still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”

“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.

and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.

“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”

his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”

“yes. please, gojo.”

“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”

the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.

you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.

you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”

you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”

satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”

you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”

one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.

he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.

that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”

you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”

his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”

snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.

“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”

“ngh, what do you mean?”

another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”

your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”

“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”

your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.

“satoru i’m gonna—”

he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.

his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.

a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?

he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.

“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.

“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”

“hear what?”

he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”

[moritofu]

HOLY MAMA

[moritofu]

SHE TOLD YOU THAT SHE CELIBATE, SHE TOLD ME I COULD NAIL HER SH*T — gojo satoru minors dni

PART I. of the new years letters, a series of fics dedicated to some of my lovely mutuals! 🎁

prologue. → you wish gojo satoru would stop trying to ask you out. not that you don't like him, but dating the one guy that you're smacked silly about would mean that he could break your heart and leave you in ruins. so it's best to keep some distance right?

pairing. gojo satoru x afab!reader

warnings+. college au, reader wears a skirt, reader is choso's twin and yuuji's older sister, but no appearance detailed. kissing, making out, óral (f) receiving, general bitchiness and fuckups 😚 ensemble cast of poor bystanders (geto, shoko, sukuna, yuki etc)

word count. 10k! song inspiration. gang baby — nle choppa

a/n. it's because of that one edit by satorupedia that's going around rn. yall know which one 😭 art by touno_stupa on twt!

dedication. yayyy decided to start my little gift series for new years with this fic inspired and dedicated to @fushitoru who was one of the first blogs i followed on here before i was super familiar with jujutsu kaisen. aashi writes thee most wonderful gojo fics that are so well characterised and heart-stoppingly adorable and HAWT. 😁 🤭 and i easily associate her with physics/college au gojo now, ever since her spiderman gojo fic that lives in my head!!!!

gojo in this fic:

ACT I. don't puck around and find out!

"i ran into gojo today," choso says, his voice as unbothered and monotone as ever, scraping the gravel lazily with the heel of his scuffed combat boots, "or he ran into me."

"gojo satoru?"

"how many gojos do we know?" your twin brother huffs, giving you a dry side-eye. but before you can retort something equally acrid, he's yanking at the sleeve of your sweatshirt, halting you midstep, "wait. car."

you blink out of your tired daze just in time to see a battered camry putter past, its engine groaning like it's on its last legs. just how you feel after a long day of seminars and lectures. the car rattles down the street with the grace of a tin can tied to a string.

"thanks," you mutter, half-heartedly as you shift your laptop case from one tired arm to the other, "could have been the end of my genius academic career."

"would have been a short one either way," choso quietly quips, earning himself a sharp elbow to the ribs.

"so?" you press on.

"so, what?"

"what did gojo say?"

"ohhh," choso drawls, in that irritating way of his that indicates he has no idea how to deliver good gossip, news or any form of tea, "he asked if i wanted to play hockey for his team tomorrow. they're down a player ever since kento went on exchange."

"hockey?" your eyebrow arches, and skepticism curls your lips for choso is hardly known for his athleticism. you mean, you're sure he has the physical ability in him somewhere but you (and the rest of the world) are yet to see it, "are you gonna join the team, then?"

not that you care about gojo's stupid, state-tournament winning team. of course not. you're just curious. and curiosity is harmless.

it has nothing to do with the fact that you woke up last night wanting to jump gojo satoru's bones. just like you did the night before, and before. and the week before that. yeah, suffice to say that this has been going on for a while.

"nah," choso says, shaking dull, greasy strands of dark hair out of his eyes, "got placements tomorrow."

right. placements. choso's all about pathology and lab medicine and test tubes, while you get queasy at the mere mention of haemoglobin. and it unsettles you mildly at how your twin brother's eyes light up at the mere mention of a blood test.

"and?" you prod when he starts to drift off again, his attention wandering like it always does.

choso is often like a calm river. slow, broad and lazy.

this time, you pull at his one of his headphone cords to reel him back, "did gojo say anything else?"

choso gives you that dull look, quiet but loaded. like he's already solved a puzzle that you didn't know you were trying to hide. it just makes your stomach twist, "why do you care what gojo satoru says?"

"i don't," you snap, far too fast, like your tongue is racing your brain to a crash site. the lie sits heavy in your throat, thick and obvious.

choso's pale and dry lips twitch, and you wondered what happened to the lip balm you threw into his christmas stocking last year, "should i have told him you could sub in for his team instead?"

"no-one likes a smartass, cho," you grumble, speeding up your steps as your twin leisurely rummages through his fraying backpack for his house keys. you roll your eyes and push ahead, jamming your own keys into the lock before you die of boredom waiting for him to dig through the trash heap that lies at the bottom of his bag, "anyway, i was just asking. you brought gojo up."

choso trails behind you, his tone infuriatingly casual, "you always get weird when someone mentions him. i thought you guys were friends."

"we are friends. and i don't get weird."

"you get so weird. even yuki said so."

"i love yuki, i do. but she has no idea what she's talking about —"

the door swings open, cutting off your false deflection. standing there is yuuji, with half a sandwich dangling from his mouth like he's some kind of feral creature. there's a smear of mayonnaise clinging to his cheek as he yanks a red, track hoodie over his tank top.

"mmph! hey, you guys!" he muffles through a mouthful of bread, waving at you with the enthusiasm that only a teenage boy could muster after inhaling half the fridge.

"where are you off to?" you peer at your younger brother, your eyes zeroing in on his mutilated sandwich. a sandwich that you're certain you made for yourself this morning, leaving it for a study session upon your return.

"track practice," yuuji says, swallowing the last bite whole, "then dinner with fushiguro and kugisaki." he's already halfway down the driveway, sneakers untied and laces flopping on the pavement behind him.

choso narrows his eyes, "got money? or a water bottle? a hat? did you wear sunscreen?"

"i'm good!" yuuji calls back without breaking stride, waving a quick hand at the two of you.

"why don't you hold his hand and walk him to school, mother?"

"shut up," choso grumbles as he brushes past you into the house, throwing you an exaggerated scowl of wounded, elder-brother pride over his shoulder, "why don't you hold gojo's hand to hockey practice?"

your bookbag swings through the air, connecting to the back of choso's oversized head and a loud thud follows.

ACT II. long overdue and lacking a spine

you had been in this library for hours, eyes blurring as the words in your textbook stubbornly refused to make sense. it was all a gross blur of terms and diagrams, and your $8.00 coffee had gone lukewarm an hour ago.

study, pass, graduate. get a good gpa. that was the plan, no distractions.

your phone, however, had other ideas as it sat innocently next to your stack of notes. you tapped the screen quickly under the guise of a 'quick break' but before long, you were deep into instagram stories. someone's dog, a flyer for a rave that you definitely weren't going to, and then, of course, him.

gojo satoru. on someone's reposted story with a classic, grainy photo of one of the campus's most darling boys. long arm draped casually over some girl. both of them lit in the neon glow of what looked like a party bus. he wasn't even looking at the camera, just flashing that effortless grin that you had seen your entire life growing up. and the girl was gorgeous, obviously. not that you cared about that.

but speak of the devil and he hath appear. a long shadow fell over the table, and you felt the chill in your bones, trying not to shift in your seat.

"go away, gojo," you muttered, not even deigning to look up.

"how'd you know it was me?" his voice is teasing, all light and airy as he's pulling out the chair next to you.

"what can i say? lucky guess," you reply dryly, keeping your eyes glued to the suspiciously-stained textbook. worried that you'll look up and your iron resolve will disappear from one glance at big, blue eyes.

but out of the corner of his eye, you try not to twitch at the sight of the soft, pale blue hoodie that swallows his broad frame whole. thick, white strands of hair that fall gently over his face. and that cloying scent of mint and something faintly sweet that leaves your ears hot and your heart sitting in your throat.

study, pass, graduate. get a good gpa. that's what you tell yourself in a now failing mantra.

"are you following me today?" you ask, flipping a page with exaggerated nonchalance, like you're not about to tear up pathetically from a stupid crush.

"caught me," gojo says, the grin audible even in his voice, "i just couldn't resist finding you. is that what you want me to say?"

you finally look up, swallowing at unfairly fine features, "saw you were at some party yesterday. i didn't think you'd be on campus today."

gojo just laughs, the sound soft and infuriating, "keeping tabs on me now?" and he's rifling through his bag for something, "or you don't think the library's a good look for me? i'm broadening my horizons. testing the waters."

you narrow your eyes, willing the heat rising in your face to stay put and not crawl into your voice, "i think you're testing my patience. i have a test tomorrow, so if you're here to waste my time..."

"maybe i just wanted to hang out with my friend," gojo says, tearing open a kitkat wrapper in an obnoxious way that echoes through the silent hall, and the crinkle of plastic grates against your nerves, "we haven't seen each other in ages."

"don't you have a lot of other people to hang out with nowadays?" you're mentally beating yourself with a bat at your question, wincing at how it sounds like you keep count of who he hangs out with, and you're pathetically down bad for him. like a 90s singer begging on his knees for a kiss.

"i mean, i could hang out with them," gojo says, breaking his kitkat horizontally like a monster, "but they're not you."

his sunglasses are gone, revealing eyes so blue they look otherworldly, and he's throwing you that smiling, lopsided grin that makes your heart run around a room and bang into the walls. but no. you were not going to let gojo satoru get to you. he probably made every girl feel like this, like they were the centre of his fast-paced universe. until the next shiny thing came along.

besides, gojo satoru dated models. or stunning cheerleaders. the kind of people who looked good under strobe lights, and in the glow of his party bus digital camera pics.

and hey, it's not like you were self-depreciating or awfully insecure. you liked who you were and you would never change it for anyone. quiet and ambitious. reserved, but down for some fun. you'd like to think you were the type of person who saw the world in a beautiful, cinematic light. but it was maddening how gojo satoru seemed to bring out the most juvenile issues in you that had your stomach turning itself into ugly knots.

"gojo," you try to sound as nonchalant as possible, "are you even here to study?"

as in why are you really here? please ask me out.

gojo looks unbothered, unshaken, "coffee. cake. maybe even some flirting, if you're up to it."

the universe hates you. it has a way of delivering what you want right into your hands, when...you don't exactly want it.

you blink at the white-haired man, disbelief bubbling under your skin, "you're not serious."

"why wouldn't i be?"

"c'mon, satoru. everyone knows you're not the actual dating type. you ever been in a relationship that wasn't pr and lasted for more than two weeks?"

absolutely bonkers at how your heart and your tongue are not on the same wavelength at all. it's like your mouth missed the memo and is just firing bullets that have gojo's grin faltering a bit, as a flicker of heated annoyance flashes in his eyes. even hurt, but it's gone too quickly for you to read into it.

"didn't realise that you thought i was that much of a joke," and you're not fond of how gojo's voice is quieter now, and a pretty sneer is dancing across his lips. you're biting your lip before you lose your stupid, petty resolve to not get involved with someone who could truly break your heart.

"if you didn't make everything a joke, it wouldn't be," you snap at him, and you're not even sure what you're angry at. there's no reason to be annoyed, or frustrated or even hurt and snippy with a friend who came and sat with you to catch up.

but you don't want to untangle whatever you're projecting onto gojo satoru, so you let bitter words spill over, "some of us don't have time for your games, gojo. we have real lives to deal with."

gojo's expression shifts completely, and that playful spark in his eyes is replaced with something colder as he stands up and shoves his hands into his pockets, "right." and his tone is clipped, pissed, "got it. no time for games."

you watch as gojo walks away, already tapping away on his phone, but his footsteps are quieter than you expect. part of you wants to call after him, to take back the teeth and claws that painted your words.

but instead, you just look away from him and grimace. you must have pulled an awful, twisted face — for the man sitting across from you leans in and asks if you need to take an aspirin, or if you're low on fibre.

ACT III. between the covers

the bookstore smells faintly of old paper and new ink. a sharp contrast to the chill lingering outside, so the warmth hits you like a welcome blanket. the air buzzes with the muted chatter of customers, and the occasional beep of a cash register.

you're winding your way through the aisles, set on two missions. find that jacket-cover book that you had been wanting for weeks, and to hunt down the manga that yuuji had begged you to pick up for him.

you dart past a couple lingering in front of a 'booktube' bestseller display, narrowing avoiding a child wielding a stuffed dragon that you can only assume is smaug the magnificent from the hobbit. straight into the quieter section of the store, tucked in the back and smack-bang right into —

thud!

your shoulder collides hard with someone else, sending you stumbling back a step.

"fuck's sake. watch it," the person snaps, his tone sharp.

"maybe you should —" you start to retort, before the words die and patter out on your tongue as your mouth goes dry.

gojo satoru, ladies and gentlemen.

he's scowling at you, with sunglasses pushed up onto his head that expose those ridiculously pale eyelashes under the glow of the overhead lights. he's layered on a crisp varsity jacket, over a thick hoodie, all shades of soft blue and grey. and he looks irritated, with thick brows furrowed at you. but you don't miss the faint surprise that flutters across his face when he takes you in.

"seriously?" gojo murmurs, though more to himself, and his voice still holds an edge that has you wilting, "out of all the aisles in this store..."

you blink, caught somewhere between an apology that dances on the edge of your lips, and a bewildered laugh at how the divine powers deliver the worst luck on you. instead, you shove your hands deep into the pockets of your aviator jacket, "sorry. didn't see you."

gojo's shoulders relax, but just barely. as though he's still caught in the heavy fog of tension from your last words to him. but to your mild credit, he doesn't quite look ready to storm out either. progress?

"so. what are you doing here?" you ask, trying to break the ice and pretend that you're not doing internal pirouettes.

"just had to pick up a textbook," gojo mutters, holding up a thin and over-priced looking book on something like...quantum mechanics, "exams are coming up. gotta keep the top spot, you know."

you blink, "you're actually studying?"

gojo raises his eyebrow, lips twitching into the faintest smile, "what? you think i roll into my classes and ace everything through sheer willpower? or i spend all day being a joke and annoying everyone, right?"

you sigh, feeling the frosty, ice-gaze settle once more over you, paralysing you from head to toe, "look, gojo. i don't know what came over me that day," and now you're being sincere, looking away from his narrowed stare, "it's like some crazy, evil monster came over me and it possessed me. i think i incarnated some demon king in me and i said all that mean shit."

he shifts slightly beside you, and you don't miss at how gojo's lower lip juts out at your apology, or how close he is to you right now. "and i was jus' being stupid. swear i don't think you're a joke." you try to pick up some random book, pretending you're very busy as you speak.

but it's very hard to look genuine when you've just picked up a glossy copy of 'stand and deliver: a hard look at fixing male erection problems.'

it earns you a small laugh, light and quick, that has you almost falling to your knees, and you can hear choso's voice in your head. muttering out a dulcet 'i told you so. you want him so bad.' but it's worth it as gojo leans against the nearest shelf, the annoyance from earlier starting to ebb.

and for a moment, gojo studies you and his expression is unreadable. for your part, you're pretending to read the back cover of 'stand and deliver' and some blurb about how this award-winning author managed to help her husband 'get it up' after twenty years of marriage.

but the tension in his posture dissolves, relaxing further and gojo hums, "noted." that's all he says, and an awkward silence hovers. it hovers so uncomfortably, leaving you floundering for a new topic until gojo's voice breaks the silence.

"choso's doing good, yeah? i heard he got a girlfriend."

you smile, "yeah. yuki, she's like really cool. i don't know how he did it."

gojo snickers, "i asked if he wanted to play hockey and i think he's been avoiding me all week."

you try to pretend its not because of how you re-enacted your little spat with gojo, demonstrating the entire thing for your twin brother. who had just called you stupid afterwards. among other not-so-flattering terms, with little consideration for your crushing, beating heart.

"you going to suguru's party next weekend?"

ah, now that's a curveball.

because, again, you are your own brand of cool. or so you'd like to think, so this isn't really a matter of pitying comparison. but geto suguru is like on another level of effortlessly vogue. at least in your eyes. you know that he's gojo's best friend and he delivered a (controversial) and killer project on gene editing last semester. you know that geto's involved with gig photography as a hobby, and thus, has personal access to some of the coolest bands in the city.

and you also know that he occasionally waves a hand to you, but it's not like you actually know the man. it's just mutual association.

"i wasn't planning on it," you hesitate, for you really had been planning to cram through a mid-term session, "but someone asked me to go as their date."

gojo's smile evaporates, "who?"

"naoya zenin," you say cautiously, watching as gojo's face twists. like he's resisting the urge to gag and tear his hair out.

"naoya? he's like a walking billboard for being an entitled cunt," gojo groans, running a hand through glossy hair that has you trailing your gaze over slender, sculpted hands.

you narrow your eyes, "he seemed...okay. smart, i think."

"oh, he's smart. i'm not questioning that," gojo crabs, "he's so arrogant though. i grew up seeing that guy everywhere. our families were like, half friends."

you cross your arms, suddenly defensive, "are you warning me? or just mad that he asked me out?"

gojo seems to flounder for half a second, quick enough that you could miss it and he could deny it, "jealous of naoya? please," and he scoffs as he leans back against the shelf, "i have taste. unlike some people."

"you can't be the one giving me a lecture on dating etiquette. i mean, how many dates do you have lined up for geto's party? two, three?"

gojo gives you a sly grin, "more than that, hah. gotta keep my options open."

"tacky," you wrinkle your nose, trying to pretend that you don't feel like you just guzzled a gallon of curdled milk, "and classless."

"yes," gojo sighs sadly, "and endlessly charming. it's so hard being me," shooting you back a quizzical look as he pulls up to the register, paying for his textbook.

as he paid, you linger near the shelves, pretending to browse while stealing glances at gojo satoru. there was something different about him today, something quieter that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

and on gojo's way out, he pauses in the doorway, turning back to look at you. his expression is still entirely unreadable, his gaze lingering for just a second longer than usual. and then he was gone.

ACT IV. blush confidential

there's a soft hum of pop music wafting from someone's phone, blending in with the rustle of fabric and the hiss of a straightener. your bedroom is a whirlwind of motion and chaos, with clothes thrown over chairs, and pre-game drinks piled up over your vanity.

"i can't believe you're not coming with us," you gripe to yuki, watching as she lounged up on your bed, denim crinkling as she shifted to adjust herself.

"tch, you know i love a good party," yuki grins with sparkling ideas, "but choso and i have a date tonight. he's been texting me about it all day."

you snicke at the thought of your hapless twin, "yeah. he was practically glued to your dm's. ran into the kitchen table twice this morning."

shoko snorts from her spot at the vanity, from where she's running a brush through cropped, chestnut hair, "choso nervous? i need to see that," she catches your eye in the mirror, "do you still have that lip gloss?"

"on it," you're digging into the vast depths of your purse, grazing your wallet and a hal-featen granola bar. stubbing your finger on an opened gel pen, before clutching a small shiny tube that you toss to shoko.

"so," shoko smacks her lips, "how's it going with naoya?"

you blink, pausing in the middle of capping all your drying pens, "what do you mean how's it going? nothing's going."

your friend swivels on her stool, raising a thin eyebrow, "he's your date at this party, right? and why him, of all people?"

"seriously. that guy's got a reputation. and not a good kind, for a very good reason," utahime chimes in from her corner, where she's yanking on a ribbon woven through her hair.

you shrug, suddenly feeling defensive under their collective scrutiny, "hey. he asked, i said yes. it's not that deep."

shoko exchanges a pointed glance with utahime, and both of them looking equally skeptical in a way that has you flushing.

"he's just annoying, you know," shoko points out, "he thinks he's better than everyone else, and half the time? it's just hot air."

"and the other half?"

"still hot air," shoko flatlines, "you can do better."

"anyone's better than gojo," utahime mutters, "you don't want to be stuck with him."

yuki's snickering, and you're doing your utter best to pretend that the mention of gojo satoru doesn't have you crawling up and down the walls like a termite on crack.

"speaking of gojo," yuki drawls, running a comb through a golden sheaf of thick hair, "is he going with anyone to this party?"

you freeze for half a second, before busying yourself with some new body mist that you picked up from a sale, all vanilla and coconut and macademia, "i ran into gojo the other day," and you keep your tone as neutral as possible, "and he said he had a few dates."

"ugh," shoko groans, wrinkling her nose, "of course he does," and utahime mutters an affirmative, exasperated sigh, echoed only by yuki, who pauses mid-brush to look at you sympathetically.

"what?" you snap, defensive, "why are you all looking at me like that?"

shoko tucks a thin strand of hair behind her ear, "well, i mean. you like gojo, right? like really like him?"

"huh?" the question catches you so off guard that you're left sputtering, as the perfume leaves a sharp and awful taste on your tongue, accidentally leaving a fresh spritz into your mouth, and not the curve of your neck.

"oh, blech. absolutely not," you say vehemently, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, "i don't like him like that. not that i think he's awful or anything —"

utahime crosses her arms, white sleeves brushing against each other, "he is awful."

"yes, thank you for that, utahime. but he's just not my type," you finish firmly, "he's loud. he's disruptive. he can't take anything seriously. i can't date that."

yuki gives you a long and knowing look, "oh, he likes you," she says lightly, as though she's telling you a casual piece of news, and not something that has you biting your tongue till iron spills, "he's been crushing on you for so long."

you feel your stomach twist uncomfortable, like little, evil goblins are dancing in your gut, "that's ridiculous," you mutter, fiddling with the clasp of your purse, "if he liked me, he would ask me out properly. and not date half the student population."

"he probably thinks it's fair, because you keep turning him down," shoko says matter-of-factly, standing up to grab her bag.

"i just don't think he's good for you. or anyone," utahime mutters, earning a pinch from you.

ACT V. stereo love

normally, gojo thrived at these parties. suguru was always able to pull a crowd that straddled the line between chic and cool, with just enough alcohol to keep things interesting. the thrum of the bass-heavy music should have been the perfect escape after a gruelling day spent staring at equations, leaving him half-convinced that his course coordinator was plotting against him and wanted him dead.

but now gojo satoru was just jittery, restless. and he hated that.

so for now, he leaned against the kitchen counter with a full cup in hand, watching people spill out of the living room and into the backyard. it seemed that other students had been aching for a party, something to take them off mid-terms and yet here he was, scowling like a storm cloud. he took another swig of his drink, ignoring how his own stomach was doing unexplained cartwheels.

"you good?"

suguru's low voice cuts through the noise, startling gojo enough that he has to tighten his fingers around his cup so sticky beer doesn't spill over pristine tiles.

gojo waves his closest friend and confidante off, "i'm fine. obviously."

suguru's frown deepens, though it's obscured by his loose, choppy dark hair. and there's skepticism painted all over his face, "you're never this quiet at any party. i thought that by now, i would have had to convince you not to jump off the roof."

"you think too little of me."

"you think too much of yourself," suguru drawls, but he's leaning against the counter beside gojo, as leather and cool metal rustle against each other, "so where's your date? or dates, i should say?"

gojo freezes, his cup halfway to his lip, "come again? what are you talkin' about?"

suguru arches a thin brow, "it's practically all over campus, man. apparently, you had several dates with lovely, young ladies lined up tonight. and i tried to defend your fragile honour, said it was too ambitious even for you. but..."

this revelation hits gojo like a punchline that he wasn't in on, and then it clicks for him. oh, he had started that rumour a few days ago. in the bookstore, to you. his brain replays the scene like a cruel, little highlight reel: the way your expression had wavered minutely, just for a moment, when he had straight up lied and claimed that he had a few dates.

truth be told, gojo had only said it to make you jealous, to see if he could ruffle you and play your game even better.

but now the joke was so clearly on him.

because gojo satoru had no dates. and you? you were here with someone who wasn't him.

suguru's following his gaze across the room, and gojo doesn't even bother to hide his petulant interest. he can see you standing near the back walls, laughing at something that naoya zenin, mayor of all things putrid, had said. naoya, with his stupid green roots and louis vuitton jacket, standing just a little bit too close to you for gojo's liking.

but before he can stew in it any linger, suguru's reaching out and pinching his ear. hard.

"ow! fuck was that for?" gojo's yelping, jerking away from his clearly evil, traitrous best friend.

"that," suguru says evenly, "was for looking like a lovesick idiot. pull yourself together, man."

"i'm not lovesick," gojo weakly protests, rubbing his bruised, throbbing ear and moving further away from suguru geto.

"you're not exactly screaming cool and collected," suguru dryly comments, "sulking like a sore loser while your crush laughs at another guy's jokes."

gojo feels his face heat up, just a little bit, because he knows that suguru's hitting close to home, "i don't sulk and do all that whiny shit. second of all, it's not my fault she went with zenin of all people. it's up to her if she wants to be stuck with someone who talks about his family's real estate portfolio as foreplay."

suguru snorts, and it's clear that he's not playing the role of sympathetic best man for life, "you know what's more obnoxious? watching you fuck around like this. you need to figure out how to ask her properly."

"i did all that!" gojo shoots back, throwing his arms up so his drink dances over the edge of the cup, "she said no. each time. you know what they call a guy who can't take a hint? she thinks i'm a loser!"

"and are you?"

gojo narrows his eyes, "am i what?"

"a loser."

"is it easier for me if i just say yes?" gojo half-heartedly gripes, "is that what you want me to say?"

"or," suguru says calmly, "you're a guy who hasn't proven he's worth saying yes to."

gojo groans, tipping his head back so he can block out the vision of his irritatingly wise best friend, "you sound like my grandmother."

"that's not even an insult. your grandmother is on some metal shit," suguru counters, unbothered, "and you sound like a twelve-year old. you can't flirt and sleaze your way through this. if you want her to take you seriously, i don't know how else to say this, you have to stop being...you."

"excuse me?"

"no. stop, don't make that face," suguru scowls, "you know what i mean. stop being a stupid flirt, and be a genuinely better person. otherwise, you're just spinning and burning out your wheels."

"did you pick up a self help book?"

suguru elbows him, sneering, "i'm trying to help you. if you don't want my help, i'm telling her you have an std."

"maybe you should just do that. end my misery," gojo downs the rest of his drink in one go, the burn of cheap beer doing nothing to ease the olympics in his alimentary canal. what's worse is that suguru is right, the bastard always is.

suguru claps him on the shoulder, "relax, satoru. you've got charm in spades. just use it...wisely."

"yeah, yeah. thanks, man," gojo mutters, brushing him off as suguru wanders away, probably to mediate some dumb argument between that big oaf, toji fushiguro and the even bigger oaf, ryomen sukuna. honestly, why were they even invited?

but gojo stays where he is, eyes flicking back to you. away from the distracting curve of your thighs in that skirt, and rather on how interested you look in naoya's stupid, animated gestures. and you look so at ease, but there's something hot and sharp twisting inside his gut.

suguru's soft, measured voice echoes in his head, "prove yourself as a person first."

oh, yeah. gojo could do that. he would absolutely do that. for you, he'd do just about anything, short of donating his vital organs (but he would definitely be considering it). but how hard could it be to be better? more mature? more grounded?

gojo satoru can handle all that. all he had to do was be a dignified, charming man. you know, someone who puts his best foot forward into the world. someone that you might actually consider taking seriously. someone calm and respectful.

if you were happy with naoya zenin, then who was he to interfere? who was he to ruin that for you? even if the guy looked like wile e. coyote when he smiled. even if naoya zenin was the most smug bastard to walk the earth.

gojo scowled at nothing in particular. but the point was that it wasn't his place to meddle. not if it meant risking your happiness. all he could do was be the best version of himself. polite, kind and above reproach. a good and respectful friend.

ACT VI. a shot of love, on the rocks.

"please, i want you so fuckin' bad."

gojo satoru is on his knees. at a party, in the middle of the living room. for you.

you feel like your mind isn't able to process all this fast enough, like your brain is on some pause. the music is still thumping in your head, but not as fast as your poor cardiac muscles as you're rendered frozen from pathetic, piercing blue eyes blinking up at you.

"please," gojo satoru repeats, and his voice vaguely warbles out like he's kinda lost his marbles and —

let's rewind.

five minutes ago, you had been standing with naoya zenin. and despite your initial reservations, you had been entertained. he's sorta witty, and definitely loaded with snarky remarks that cut through the noise of the party. it's hard not to laugh at his biting commentary, although half the time he's skewering people for fun, and the other half? just out of pure spite.

his golden eyes gleam with that edge, the kind of sharpness that makes you think of a hyena circling around its next meal. naoya is definitely full of himself, but it doesn't help that he's also ridiculously good-looking. and he knows how stunning he is, but its bothering him that you're not showering him in enough compliments for it.

still, he's here with you. he's your date. and you're doing your best to remind yourself of that. naoya is the only option you have at the moment, and he's definitely offering you more attention than anyone else tonight.

from across the room, utahime gives you an exaggerated, pained thumbs-up — while shoko shrugs in her usual blithe manner, but she gestures for you to smile more. you plaster on a wider grin, a little too obvious but naoya doesn't seem to notice.

"you know, if you're getting bored of all this, we could always find another room," naoya's low hiss slices right through the bass-thrum of the pulsing room, "do a little more than just talk."

for a moment, it's easy to imagine slipping away with him. but the sharpness in his killer-smile makes something in you bristle, like he's already envisioned you saying 'oh yes, naoya! please take me to bed!' and you shake your head, and give him an amused look.

"maybe later," you say lightly, "not now."

naoya zenin doesn't seem quite offended, but his smile grows wider as he stands up straight again, from where he had curved his tall frame into you, "i'm a patient man. fine by me, 'm gonna get some more drinks."

and you watch as his golden head of hair disappears into the crowd, leaving you all alone while the music blares around you, like a suffocating fog. you rub your temples, wondering if you should just go after naoya and tell him to go to town, something for the night's enjoyment. but before you can go any further, you hear a shout cut through the noise.

"hey!"

you whip around, blinking in surprise at gojo satoru.

but also not quite the gojo that you're used to. the one that you grew up with, and held hands with in kindergarten, one who smiled easy and laughed too loud. it seems he's ditched the oversized hoodies and varsity jackets tonight, opting for a black tee that fits him a little too well and dark cargo pants that only highlight...

you're getting distracted. but it's hard to remain focused, when he's walking towards with you. seemingly determined, as his white hair falls forward over thunderstorm-eyes. for a moment, you're not sure if you’re hearing him over the pounding music, or if it's just your own pulse making everything seem louder.

"i hate that you're here with naoya," gojo says suddenly, and his voice is low and serious, something that you've never really heard from him before.

your brow furrows, "what?"

"i lied about the dates," he continues, as words just jumble out his candy-pink mouth, "i don't have a bunch of dates. fuck, i don't even have one date. i only want to date you."

you blink, and then you blink once more, because again what?

the sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and for a moment, you think you might have misheard the man. his blue eyes are wide and earnest, and they're staring right at you.

and before you know, he's on his knees. muscular thighs bending so his knees hit the cool tiles with a heavy thud, hands splayed out for you.

"please," he implores, "you gotta understand. i need you to feel what i feel, because it's not even a passin' thought, i swear. it's not even a stupid crush. this is like —" and he's gesturing wildly with one hand, still kneeling like a knight about to beg for his lady's favour, "this is destiny."

"gojo," you manage, "are you on drugs?"

the white-haired man, bless his sassy heart, rolls his eyes, "no. i'm on beer and vodka. will you please let me finish?"

"yes, but what are you doing?" you hiss, exasperated and sibilant, as more eyes turn to the most ravishing man on campus, who's absolutely off his rocker. and there are phones being pulled out, god help you.

"what am i doing?" gojo smiles, and it's unnervingly wide, "i'm like laying it out all here for you. my love. because that's what you are, to me. like you're everything. and i swear everyone knows this already. should i call you my sun, my moon, my entire universe? it's like time stops when i see you, a-and trust me, i do physics. i know time shit," and he must have caught at how your mouth is flapping open because he suddenly wags a finger, "no! i'm not done. i haven't even told you how the world fades, and all that's left is you glowing. like a star that i can't reach."

he's placing a hand on his broad chest, digging into the tight top clinging to his pectorals, like he's being dramatically wounded, "i have to reach you. i have to be with you."

you're not sure what parts you've processed, or what part of this slow train-wreck has settled in your head, "are you, like, actually begging right now?"

gojo's eyes flash with the intensity of a thousand suns (well, fuck — gojo's awful poeticism is rubbing off on you already). you can hear the low snickers of two men that had been beating the living daylights out of each other half an hour ago, those fuckwits that go by toji and sukuna. you can hear sukuna's deep mutters about how no-one ever would like toji enough to do this for him. and yep, you can hear them scuffle again.

"yes!" gojo booms, and more than a few heads have turned now. you wonder if naoya zenin is watching in the background, and realising that this isn't a battle he wants to pick, "i will kneel for you. like i'd do this shit for eternity, even if my knees hurt so bad right now. but as long as you give me a chance to prove my worth. and my devotion, d-don't forget that! deep as the ocean, endless and vast. and the stars align...oh, how they align for us."

"ah, satoru," you cut in, and you realise that you're now smiling. embarrassment and mild humiliation be damned, there's a quirk tugging at your lips, "you can get up now. this is a bit dramatic."

gojo blinks, not missing a beat, "i'm dramatic because i'm in love, okay? and —" he swivels his head to the crowd, grumbling, "shut up, sukuna! i heard that, i'll beat your wonky ass. you don' know shit about love."

he's turning back to you, all sticky and soothing sugar once more, "where was i? eh, my confession. well, it's all for you. and it's me, givin' you every part of me. beggin' you to see that you're the only one who can break the walls around my heart."

you think that you've completed a full speed-run on every stage of grief that there is to experience, and if the small plink! coming from someone's phone is any indication, gojo's monologue has already made it's way onto someone's private story. and so naturally, everyone will have seen it by tomorrow.

"can you get off your knees? you look ridiculous."

gojo's grin falters for a split second before he straights up, all with a hefty groan as he runs a hand through snowy strands, "ridiculous? i'm being vulnerable as hell, and you think i look stupid?"

"a little," you admit, but you're reaching a hand out to push a strand of thick hair out of his eyes. and it's maddening at how gojo seems to tremble mildly under your touch, at the brush of your fingers against his temple, "kneeling at a frat party is crazy work."

gojo sinks his teeth into a plush lower lip, "that was me trying to show how much i care, and all that sweet shit. you make me lose all my cool, and this isn't even a joke."

"you never had cool, and now you've lost your dignity too," but you're blushing, and it's a giddy feeling at how he's now close enough that you can feel his body heat.

gojo satoru's eyes twinkle, "maybe. but i'd do all that again if it won you over."

"with your future oscar nomination?"

the man shrugs, broad muscles rippling, "he who be a fool for love is far better than he who doth never dare to try at all."

"fair point," you murmur, feeling dizzy in that familiar scent of lemon candies and mint, like the world is swirling around in a heady haze, "do you wanna kiss me to seal the deal?"

"yes please. i think i'm gonna pass out and — mmph!"

you've pulled yourself up, and thrown your arms around his warm neck, drawing gojo into you. crashing your lips into his before either of you can say anything else. it's an urgent, reckless kiss. like a dam has burst and all the pent-up emotions that you've been carrying have finally exploded.

gojo's lips are soft, but demanding, taking more and more air from you. they fit against you with an ease that feels almost too natural. and his broad arms come around your waist with a force that leaves the air punched out of you. he's holding you tightly, as though he's afraid that you'll just disappear if he doesn't keep you close enough.

you can feel the heat of his body against yours, the muscles in his arms that flex as he pulls you in, deepening the kiss. all while his mouth moves against yours with a slow and deliberate intensity, as his tongue parts your lips. all so messy.

when gojo finally pulls away, the last brush of his lips catches your quiet whimper. just as his breath goes ragged, and you're left standing there, dazed, with your forehead resting against his. you can still feel the warmth of his lips on yours, that electricity that's crackling and buzzing through your veins as you giggle.

gojo, however, doesn't give you a chance to catch your breath. he tugs your wrist with a sharp, swift motion. but his grip is firm, not harsh as you pulls you away from the living room, "c'mon. let's get outta here."

shoko's eyes are wide, her jaw practically locked in disbelief, "what the hell just happened?"

utahime's lips curl, "someone took gojo's brain out and replaced it with a clone. ah! geto, what did you do?"

suguru has been standing near the kitchen counter, absolutely floored, and he's shaking his head so hard that he feels a headache forming, "hand on my heart, ladies. i told him not to pull any stunts. swear on destiny's child that i didn't tell him to do all that."

ACT VII. i bet we'd have really good bed chem!

gojo satoru has absolutely lost his mind. but you wish that he had lost it a bit earlier, because you're practically pawing at his top now. critically working to make quick work of the tight fabric, letting your fingers run over hard planes of muscles and lower.

right until you're reaching a trail of soft white hairs that disappear into the band of his pants.

"seems like you're just as desparate as me, hah," gojo snickers, and his broad hand is trailing further up your thighs, letting your skirt bunch and crinkle under his ministrations. thick fingers brush over dewy cotton, and you moan.

"s-satoru!"

"you don't even know how long i've w-wanted this," and his hand clenches at the fabric, gripping it so tightly that you fear it may just be on the verge of tearing, but you can only buck your hips into him further.

no longer even mindful of how you must be already dripping onto the palm of his hand, "and i thought you knew. i r-really thought you knew how much i wanted you."

his middle finger is gliding through your damp and searing slit, with clinging strands latching onto his skin as you muffle a whine into his chasing, teasing lips.

it's sending deep, low curls of arousal in thick waves, settling low in your groin and you don't even care what room of the house you're now in, someone's bedroom with a dark, stylish bedspread and vinyls up on the walls.

the force of his large hands drives you down onto the bed, pressing your back onto the soft mattress.

and gojo looks so pleased, at how you're splayed and sprawled out underneath his torso, his hands tugging at your now bare thighs to spread your legs even further. pulling them far enough so they come to rest on either side of his face.

"fuck, she's so pretty. even better than i imagined," and gojo's voice is husky and low, almost strained, "and believe me. imagined her plenty." the sound of drenched cotton being torn rips through the air, slippery and resistant from your arousal.

it's even stubborn as the fabric refuses to budge, until it gives way under the force of gojo's tug, soft and tearing. leaving your pussy open to the cool, cold air. bare for gojo's eyes to rest upon and widen.

his lips brush against your thigh with an uncharacteristic gentleness, one that makes your entrance clench and wink.

but gojo is nothing if not teasing, and he feels light-headed. pressing featherlight kisses to the crevice of your thigh, and then closer to your aching mound. but even he cannot hold off for much longer, and he's pressing a flat, lazy print of his tongue against your cunt.

that first munch sends a burst of tangy sweetness dancing across gojo's tongue, and he thinks he might just bust a load right then and there. the heat of your clenching cunt is almost overwhelming, but hey.

gojo's never been a quitter, and he doesn't care if he creams his pants at this very moment, he needs to hear that sweet whimper of his name from your lips again.

his lips part, blowing a quick breath on your aching clit, right as his fingers begin to press and meld into your syrupy folds. it's got you practically jumping further into him, so wet strands are clinging to the very tip of his nose. and gojo knows that this is heaven. that he's unlocked true paradise.

"satoru, c-can't you...?"

he's too busy running his tongue over your clit, drawing small circles with the very tip of the hot muscle, "can't i what, pretty? don' want me eating you out?"

and you are so adorable, pushing your head up to scowl down at him with furrowed brows, but the flush in your cheeks paints you the most beautiful shade of cherry red. and gojo vows to spend the rest of his life ensuring that this shade never leaves your cheeks.

"can't you get to the eating part? thought that you were gonna — f-fuck! hnngh, 'toru!"

he's pulling your thighs tighter around his head, and he doesn't give a fuck if this is how he goes. suffocated in this tantalising heat, with your fingers lacing themselves into woven patterns in his white hair.

he's lowering his tongue once more into your throbbing pussy, making sure that his pleased vibrations send pleasurable rumbles right through your core.

grinning and slurring his tongue further into you, right as you buck desparate hips over and over. dragging yourself against his chin, so he's sure that the lower half of his face must be glistening with your sweetness.

gojo absolutely thinks he can get used to being like this, at having you angle and force his head further into your cunt. letting you angle and toy at him and use him for your pleasure. he snaps his teeth around glossy strands of arousal, once and then twice, before delving back in.

making sure that his spare hand finds your clit to draw quick flicks and shapes over it, pushing a finger right up against the throbbing hood.

"satoru, ah, satoru! 'toru!" it's all you can even manage right now, just chants and groans of his names, as he's practically sunken your hips into the mattress, while he's on his knees for the second time this night.

"hey, none of that, yeah?" and gojo's gently tugging at your arm. trying to get you to stop muffling your whimpers and cries, because he just needs to hear your adorable sounds. and he needs to hear your bird-like cries when you come undone.

what a joy it is for gojo. to be able to dive between your legs and run his tongue between your folds. he's losing his mind at how your body trembles under his touch, and how he makes the mistake of peering up at you. your lips are parted, open and glossy. and your brows are furrowed, as lashes flutter against your cheek. you have to cum, gojo satoru needs you to cum right now.

and so, he exerts all his effort ten fold into having you finish. it's so sloppy, and so messy. gojo lets his own eyes dip shut, letting himself feel your glossy, glistening cunt pulse around his tongue. and let there be no doubt that gojo satoru is a munch, for he's eating you out in such an ardent manner, and it basically sends you barrelling towards a heart-stopping orgasm, where tears spring to the corners of your eyes.

you needn't have even tried to warn him of your impending climax, for gojo knows in the way that your legs quiver and get sloppier over his face. stars fall over your vision as you heave and toss your head back, muscles rippling as "satoru, satoru!" falls from your lips, long and drawn out as the rest of the world goes dark around you.

you gasp, struggling to inhale as the syrupy air is stolen from your lungs, all while gojo runs his tongue through your folds, head spinning with the dizzying rush of sensation. it's as if you've been swept away, hurtling towards space, weightless and disorientated.

only to crash back into reality as gojo seemingly hasn't stopped letting himself taste all of you, with not a drop of arousal wasted. your back is further pressed into the soft mattress beneath you, and the surge of overstimulated numbness follows, all pleasurable pins and needles and ferocious need.

"look at that, 'm already addicted," gojo coos, almost to himself, scooping a finger through the translucent gloss that leaks from your cunt. bringing it up to his mouth to wrap his tongue around, "think you can handle giving me another one?"

you let out a weak, breathless laugh. your gaze lingering on gojo's face, the soft moonlight that casts an ethereal glow on his features. his chin still faintly gleams, coated in your mirror-sheen and his lips are a plump, rosy red. you part your lips, propping yourself onto your elbows, but before you can form the words, the door slams open with a force that makes your ears rattle.

"i've looked in every fuckin' room in this house, and i swear to everything holy, satoru. if you chose my bedroom, i'm gonna —"

geto suguru's voice cuts off mid-rant, his words dissolving into a strangled, pained gasp as he takes in the sight before him. gojo, kneeling between your legs, wearing a ridiculously pleased grin. just like the cat who got the cream. you let out a squeak, hastily tugging your skirt over you, but it's hard to look innocent when gojo is still unabashedly pawing at your thighs.

geto pales, his jaw going slack, and he looks like he's about to collapse, "god help me. satoru, i'll kill you tomorrow," and then he shoots you both a nasty look, "and you're both paying for new sheets."

"so you and gojo are...dating now?" choso pries, with a tone that is entirely too casual but his eyes are keen. your twin is nursing a cup of coffee while he absolutely demolishes a plate of fried eggs. he had been quiet so far, but it's clear that curiosity gave out and now he's peering at you like a big owl.

you try, or do your very best not to smile too hard. to not look giddy and ridiculously pleased, "yeah, i guess we are," you admit, keeping your voice as level as possible.

choso blinks once, before setting his fork down and shaking his head, "i knew it. it was only a matter of time," he mutters, and without further ado, he resumes shovelling eggs into his mouth, utterly unfazed.

before you can respond, sukuna appears in the doorway, leaning lazily against the frame, his tattooed arms crossed and his expression dripping with disdainful amusement, "oh, i was there," he drawls, sharp fangs flashing in a wicked grin, "that loser pulled the dumbest, most dramatic stunt of all time. got on his knees and everything."

choso freezes mid-chew, raising a thick brow as he glances at the older man with mild interest, "wish i'd seen that," he mumbles through a mouthful of toast.

to your utter astonishment, sukuna nods gravely, his face taking on an uncharacteristically serious look, "yeah. i've got a video if you wanna watch."

your jaw drops as you glance between them, "this is officially the first time that i've ever seen you two agree on anything," setting your mug down with a thud, "if i had known that dating gojo would bring about world peace, i would have done it ages ago and —"

yuuji bounds into the kitchen like an overeager puppy, his blush-pink hair still a mess from interrupted sleep. but he's clapping his hands together like he's just won the lottery, "finally! look at that! everyone's getting along for once."

sukuna doesn't even bother to hide his irritation, shooting yuuji a withering glare. but it's hard to take him seriously when his own pink hair rivals yuuji's in sheer disarray, "don't push it," sukuna warns darkly, grabbing a glass of orange juice and downing it in one morose gulp. he slams the empty, cold glass on the counter before stalking off towards the door, "i'm seriously gonna move out at this rate."

"promise?" choso quips, without missing a bit, "wish you'd stop getting our hopes up and actually do it."

yuuji is undeterred, and he elbows you with all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop, "you have to invite gojo over all the time now. i like him a lot. he's like super cool."

"of course," you grin, sliding a plate towards him as he eagerly digs in.

and your younger brother beams like the sun itself. right as a mocking, high-pitched voice floats from the other room, "and then we're all gonna be lovesick, and skip around town while holding hands!" right before falling back into sukuna's usual gruff tone that echoes through the kitchen, "god, you're all so insufferable."

your phone buzzes on the table, and you glance down. gojo's contact photo lights up the screen. it's a snapshot from a year or two ago, taken the summer that you both graduated high school. he's standing at the edge of the beach, with the sun dipping low enough behind to catch his white hair. turning it into a halo of glowing light. it's a photo that you never had the heart to change.

satoru 🪐

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"ugh, gross."

sukuna's disdainful drawl cuts through behind you, as an icy finger prods at your phone, trying to scroll up and snoop through your messages. you freeze and slam your phone down on the table. whirling around to come face to face with the world's most judgemental gargoyle sneers at you, "i think i'm gonna throw up."

"get a life, holy fuck."