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kthologue · 3 months ago

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if i can't have you— gojo satoru

contents. fluff, clanhead!gojo, yandere tendencies, oblivious!reader, he’s a little sick in the head but reader's an enabler

notes. a little concept i thought of. not proofread sigh

clanhead!gojo, who you’ve known your entire life. born into two of the oldest jujutsu clans, you were raised side by side. you were the only constant in a world that demanded everything from him before he even had the chance to ask.

clanhead!gojo, who swears that you’re like a little sister. always an irritating and reckless thorn in his side, always throwing yourself into things without thinking. he says it like a joke, like a punchline, hoping the words will sound true if he repeats them enough.

but he knows it is not. not with the way clanhead!gojo has practically been obsessed with you since his youth. who has everyone falling at his feet. who abuses his power in order to keep you by his side, no matter the cost.

clanhead!gojo who remembers many years ago how he had persuaded you, with that devil-may-care grin, that it would be a brilliant idea to practice your first kiss together. “come on,” he’d said, “wouldn’t it be better to do it with someone you trust?”

clanhead!gojo, who feels invincible when you finally kiss him for the first time, as if everything in his life had led to this moment. in that instant, he knows that there’s no way he’s ever letting you slip away.

but now clanhead!gojo is stuck listening when your aunts gather in hushed tones over tea, whispering about your latest courtships, your hopeful suitors, the potential match your clan is eyeing. he pretends not to care. he tells himself he doesn’t. that he's gotten over you. that he's gotten over a silly childhood infatuation. and yet his jaw tenses. his eyes narrow. his hand curls into a fist beneath the table where no one can see.

he tells himself it’s just instinct. old habits. protective, brotherly concern. he’s always been like that with you, hasn’t he? watching your back. hovering too close. stepping in even when he shouldn’t.

but it’s not concern that keeps him up at night replaying the sound of your laughter, or the way your smile lingers like a bruise on his chest. it’s not brotherly to remember the curve of your shoulder when you walked ahead of him at the last clan gathering, unaware he was staring.

it’s not family that makes him hate the idea of you belonging to anyone but yourself. or worse—anyone but him.

and yet he says nothing.

but he listens. and he watches as the stranger sits beside you at a clan meeting.

the room is filled with hushed chatter and the clinks of porcelain dishes. it’s a formal clan dinner, with every head of every allied family gathered around the table. gojo satoru sits at the head, uncharacteristically silent, fielding endless questions about the clan’s future.

but he’s not listening.

he can’t.

all because you had walked in with a man he doesn’t recognize, smiling and practically glowing, introducing him as a dear friend from a recent trip to kanazawa.

and satoru’s blood has been boiling ever since.

honestly, don’t you have shame? bringing home a man you have yet to commit to—what are you trying to prove?

he clenches his jaw and bites his tongue as elders speak around him, voices muffled beneath the sound of your laughter floating down the table. that bright kind of laughter he used to hear in private back when it was just the two of you skipping meetings and chasing dragonflies.

“sato?”

the nickname cuts through the room like a knife.

you’re smiling at him. that teasing, knowing smile that makes his chest cave in.

“what are you brooding over there for?” you ask, tilting your head just slightly. innocent. unbothered. as if you hadn’t just upended his entire sense of balance with your presence.

the sound of his name, that version of his name slips from your mouth like silk, soft and far too familiar for the way things are supposed to be now.

he stiffens, a flush crawling up his neck that he prays no one notices. he used to bristle at that nickname—sato—when you first gave it to him. but now? it’s the only name that makes his heart stutter.

“i don’t think you’d be able to handle the thoughts in my head right now,” gojo says smoothly, his voice a little too soft to be casual.

it’s almost convincing, except even he can’t make sense of the storm in his chest.

you tilt your head, eyes glinting. “are you calling me dumb?”

gojo chuckles, the sound warm and real. it was the first genuine laugh that’s passed his lips all evening. “no, no. i’d never dare. i’ve seen you with a fan and a grudge. i fear for my life.”

you lean forward slightly, lips quirking. “smart man.”

he raises an eyebrow, playful. “i have my moments.”

“few and far between.”

he grins. “yet somehow i’m still your favorite.”

you roll your eyes, but the fondness in your gaze betrays you. “you’re delusional.”

“maybe.” he lets his eyes linger on you a beat too long. “but i’m not wrong.”

there’s a pause.

just long enough for your date, who’s been quiet through the exchange to glance between you two and clear his throat.

“i didn’t realize you two were so… close,” he says, the question barely hidden in the statement.

gojo doesn’t look away from you when he replies, voice lighter than air. “old friends. we go way back.”

you smile politely at your date, but there’s something wistful in your expression. “some habits are hard to break.”

and gojo swears he sees it—that flicker of doubt in the other man’s eyes.

good.

let him know you were never his to win.

that’s why when you storm into the compound three days later, hair slightly tousled and annoyance written all over your usually composed face, tossing your phone on the table with a dramatic sigh, clanhead!gojo can’t help it.

he feels elated.

he plays it cool, of course. reclines back on the tatami mat, long limbs stretched out, lips twitching at the corners.

“what’s got you in a mood?” he asks, already knowing the answer. already hoping.

you shoot him a look and groan. “he ghosted me. just disappeared.”

gojo raises an eyebrow, biting back a smile. it was a good thing that bastard made himself scarce before gojo had to intervene.

“how long has it been since the dinner, three whole days? should we send out a search party? put up flyers?”

you scowl. “i’m being vulnerable and you’re making jokes.”

he holds up his hands in mock surrender, but the grin sneaks in anyway. “sorry, sorry. it’s just... shocking. who wouldn’t want the pleasure of being haunted by you on a daily basis?”

you glare at him, but it’s softened by the way your lips threaten a smile. “don’t make me regret confiding in you.”

he shrugs, letting the silence settle for a moment. then, more quietly, “maybe he realized he was in over his head.”

you look at him, surprised by the shift in tone. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

gojo meets your gaze, and for a second, there’s something else there.

“not everyone’s built to handle someone who actually matters,” he says, voice casual, but his fingers tap a restless rhythm on his knee.

you blink. “well. that was weirdly nice. are you feeling okay?”

he rolls his eyes. “i'm always this kind.”

but you’re still looking at him, eyebrows furrowed, like you’re trying to piece something together.

“i just...” you hesitate. “it’s starting to feel like maybe i’m not supposed to end up with anyone. like i scare people off.”

something flashes in gojo’s eyes, too fast to name.

“you don’t scare everyone,” he says quietly.

you don’t respond immediately, but your gaze holds his like you're trying to decipher something he hasn’t said. gojo doesn’t break eye contact either, and it feels like you’re both trapped in a trance.

then, you scoff, breaking the silence.

“you don’t count,” you say, your voice light but filled with an edge.

he raises an eyebrow, half amused, half confused. “what? why not?”

you tilt your head slightly, lips curling into a half-smile that feels a little too vulnerable. “i don’t know… you’re different.”

gojo’s expression shifts, softening just enough to make his heart beat a little faster.

“i mean…” you trail off, awkward for a moment before you manage to push the words out. “it’s not a normal relationship to practice our first kiss together.”

he blinks, momentarily thrown off by the sudden shift in tone.

and then, it hits him. his teenage self’s desperate, pathetic attempt at wooing you.

right. that. the kiss.

gojo sometimes forgets how much of a charmingly conniving little shit he used to be. the memory of his teenage self trying too hard, fumbling with the moment, comes rushing back. a rush of warmth rises to his cheeks, but he hides it behind a sarcastic grin.

you shift, and for a moment, there’s this quiet understanding between you both.

he looks at you, really looks at you, the usual teasing spark in his eyes replaced with something different. he opens his mouth to say something, but the words don’t come out right away.

"you know..." he starts, his voice lower than usual. "maybe we never really practiced that first kiss. maybe it was just the first time we... realized it was something we should've done a lot sooner."

you blink at him, your heart unexpectedly catching in your throat.

“wait…what?” you say, laughter bubbling nervously at the edges of your words, but the way your voice trembles says something different.

gojo just looks at you, the corners of his lips curling into something that almost resembles vulnerability. “didn't you feel something too?” he steps a little closer, eyes fixed on yours like he's trying to read the unreadable.

and maybe you finally realize it then, like a wave crashing over you that he’s been trying to say this for so long.

you take a shaky breath, locking eyes with him. “you’re not saying that you have feelings for me...?”

gojo rubs his temples, letting out a frustrated laugh. “i have been at your mercy my entire life, how much more obvious could i be?” his voice is a mix of exasperation and something deeper, the smirk on his lips faltering for just a moment, his usual cocky demeanor slipping as his frustration becomes clear.

he leans in slightly, his tone turning more intense. “i made all of the guys at jujutsu tech swear off to you." the words hang between you two, and for the first time, there’s no playfulness in his voice, just the truth, raw and unapologetic.

you freeze, disbelief painting your face. your mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to process his words, before you finally manage a shocked gasp. "that was you?!"

his posture casual as though this is nothing new, but there’s a subtle intensity behind his playful demeanor. "well, i didn’t trust anyone else around you. "

your heart beats louder now, your breath quickening. you know you should be angry, that you should call him out for his overbearing actions, for crossing boundaries in a way that feels almost possessive. yet, despite your better judgment, a twisted part of you can’t help but feel… pleased.

but it’s still too much to say all at once. so, you take a deep breath, and you can’t help but laugh softly. the years of hesitation comes crashing down.

your voice quieter now, more certain. “so... what do we do about it?”

“get married. have ten kids. move to a cozy cottage in okinawa,” the words almost slip out, unbidden, but gojo stops himself. it’s too much to ask, too soon.

instead, he finds himself leaning in, his fingers gently cupping your cheeks, the touch almost trembling despite his usual confidence. his thumb brushes against the soft skin of your face, and for a moment, everything else fades. he realizes in that moment that nothing in his life could possibly matter more than this.

you blink up at him, and in the way your eyes look back at him so widely, so softly—he feels like he’s been holding his breath his whole life, just waiting for this. waiting for you to look at him like that. he could drown in that gaze, could get lost in it forever.

gojo leans closer, his heart pounding, each beat louder than the last. and then, finally, he kisses you.

it’s not rushed. it’s not like the first time, awkward and fumbling, full of uncertainty. no, this time, it’s everything he has wanted and more. his lips move against yours with the kind of certainty he’s never known before, and when he pulls away just a fraction, it feels as though the world has stolen his breath, leaving him gasping for air.

so gojo goes back in for another.

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