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new hyperfixtation just dropped

ASK CLUBSWORLD !!

ok so hi , I bet you’re like “what in the actual fuck is clubsworld” .. and it’s your goat (horror aka me)’s au !! I’ll explain what it is:

Clubsworld is an Eddsworld AU where Matt somehow bought and runs a club and the other three work and do other stuff there ^_^ fire, I know..

also the end doesn’t happen cause Tord’s been with them and never left. But .. Tord still blows up the house, this time it’s just purely an accident. How? Fiddling around.. So they all live in that apartment complex but like money’s been tight for them ..

Then one day, Matt’s like “come work with me at my club that I own, I pay good ^_^” and they’re all like “how the fuck did u manage to attain a club” but yeah, now they’re working for him and stuff !!

I’ll add more to the lore when I’m not busy ..

so , this is an askblog for this au !! You can ask whatever but just so yk, I cant draw for shit and DONT wanna embarrass myself with the skill so there won’t be much of like designs for them .. (in the future maybe if I get better)

that’s about it! Enjoy asking these freaks whatever :3

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Important.

Hi guys so uhm… I haven’t posted here cause ive left the jjk fandom. Nothing bad happened to me or anybody forcing me to, I’m just no longer into it 😭 so I won’t be posting anymore stories here unless there’s a rare ( AND I MEAN VERY RARE) chance I somehow get back into it. Or unless I feel good enough to finish the last story in my drafts. So for now, enjoy whatever stories I have posted. Thank y’all for enjoying my works and stuff ^_^

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“𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞”

YAN!FEM!KNIGHT!TOJI FUSHIGURO X PRINCESS!READER

Your father gets you a new knight after your old one was mysteriously found dead. But it seems like she wants to be more than just your knight…

WARNINGS: death and nothing else in this chapter. But things will get darker as I continue this story. There will be gore, murder, smut, drinking, kidnapping and more later on. Please stay tuned :3

You awaken with a gentle yawn, stretching out the remnants of sleep. It was a surprisingly peaceful rest, void of any unsettling dreams.

As you become more aware of your surroundings, a soft, fuzzy sensation tickles your leg, prompting you to look down.

There, in her casual attire with a dagger secured at her hip, kneels Toji. She's asleep, her head resting on your lap, lips slightly parted as she breathes calmly.

She was so pretty.

Your hand moves instinctively towards her head, hesitating just above, when suddenly her grip tightens around your wrist, causing a slight wince to escape your lips.

Toji stirs awake instantly, releasing your wrist and rising to her feet with a swift apology. "Sorry, princess. It's my instincts," she murmurs, gently pressing kisses onto the spot where she had grasped you.

You watch as she stands, her expression a mix of guilt and concern. "You scared me," you admit softly, rubbing your wrist.

Toji gives a crooked smile, scratching the back of her head. "Yeah, my bad. Can’t help it sometimes," she says, her voice tinged with genuine remorse. She steps closer, her eyes locking onto yours. "Didn’t hurt ya too bad, did I?"

You shake your head. "No, it’s fine. Just startled me."

Toji nods, relief washing over her features. "Good. Ain't wantin' to hurt ya, princess." She pauses for a moment, then adds, "I just wanted to make sure you were safe, even while ya slept."

You give her a reassuring smile, though your concern lingers. "I appreciate that, Toji. But you need to take care of yourself too."

Toji's eyes soften, and she steps closer, gently taking your hand. "I know, but protecting you is what matters most to me."

Before you can respond, Toji kneels beside the bed once more and lays her head back in your lap. Her eyes flutter closed as she nestles against you, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

You rest your hand on her head, your fingers lightly threading through her hair. "You really should get some proper rest, Toji," you say softly, though you can't deny the comfort of her presence.

Toji's voice is a murmur, barely audible. "I rest better knowing you're safe, princess."

You watch her, a mix of concern and affection in your eyes. "Alright," you whisper, continuing to gently stroke her hair. "But promise me you'll take care of yourself too."

"Promise," Toji replies, her voice already heavy with sleep. "Just… let me stay like this for a while."

You nod, even though she can't see it, and continue to comfort her, feeling a strange blend of worry and warmth as you watch over her.

You continue to stroke Toji's hair, feeling her relax under your touch. After a few moments of silence, she speaks again, her voice quiet and vulnerable. "Ever since I started being yer knight, I couldn't sleep without checkin’ to see if you’re okay. So one night, I just fell asleep while checkin’ up on ya."

Her words make you feel a bit unsettled. "Toji, how did you get in at night?" you ask softly, your curiosity piqued.

Toji shifts slightly, her eyes still closed. "I've got my ways," she murmurs, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "But don't worry, princess. I'd never do anything to hurt ya."

Your concern for her well-being quickly outweighs the oddity of the situation. "Toji, you need your sleep too," you say gently. "If it's that bad, you can stay in my room."

Toji's eyes open slightly, a look of surprise and gratitude in them. "You mean it, princess?"

You nod, smiling softly. "Yes, I mean it. Just promise me you'll get some proper rest, okay?"

Toji's expression softens even more, and she nestles her head deeper into your lap. "Thank you, princess. I'll stay right here then, if that's alright."

You smile down at her, continuing to run your fingers through her hair. "It's alright, Toji. Just make sure you get some more sleep."

Toji lets out a contented sigh, her eyes drifting closed once more. "I will, princess. Thank you."

You watch over her, feeling a mixture of affection and concern, but knowing that, for now, she feels safe and comforted in your presence.

Toji's head rests comfortably in your lap, her eyes closed and her breathing even. Outwardly, she appears calm, but inside, her thoughts are a whirlwind of emotions. She can hardly believe how close she is to you, her beloved princess. Each gentle stroke of your fingers through her hair sends shivers of delight down her spine.

Despite her composed exterior, Toji's heart races with excitement. The warmth of your presence so near fills her with an overwhelming sense of happiness. Being allowed to stay in your room, to sleep so close to you, to be with you this close, feels like a dream come true.

Her mind replays your words over and over, savoring each one. "If it's that bad, you can stay in my room." The invitation echoes in her head, making her heart swell with joy. She had always kept a watch over you, even when she wasn’t a knight, ensuring your safety from the shadows, but now she is here, with you, and it feels perfect.

Toji's thoughts are a blend of protectiveness and adoration. She would do anything to keep you safe, to see you smile. The fact that you care for her well-being, urging her to get proper rest, only deepens her feelings. She never imagined she'd be this close to you, and now that she is, she wants to cherish every second.

As she drifts back into sleep, her last conscious thought is one of profound contentment. Being near you, feeling your gentle touch, and hearing your soft words make her happier than she could have ever imagined. With a final sigh, she succumbs to sleep, her heart filled with love and excitement.

A FEW HOURS LATER…

You're in the sitting room, enjoying a slice of cake with Toji. It surprised you to learn that she had never tried anything sweet before. How could anyone live without indulging in something sweet now and then?

"You have to try this," you insist, offering her another forkful of cake. Toji hesitates for a moment before accepting it, her eyes widening slightly at the taste.

"This is… good," she admits, a hint of surprise in her voice.

You laugh softly at her reaction, delighted to introduce her to something new. As she takes another bite, a smear of icing ends up on her cheek. Without a second thought, you reach for your handkerchief and gently wipe it away, your smile warm and genuine.

Toji returns your smile, but there's something in her expression that gives you pause. It's almost predatory, like she's savoring more than just the cake. You brush it off quickly, reminding yourself that looks can be deceiving.

After all, Toji is your loyal knight, sworn to protect you. There's no reason to doubt her intentions, especially over something as innocent as enjoying cake together.

As Toji savors the sweetness on her tongue, her mind races with thoughts and memories. Every obstacle she had overcome to reach this moment felt worth it. Being able to share these precious moments with you, to see you laugh and smile, made everything worthwhile.

Her thoughts briefly flicker to Hiro, your old knight. He had been loyal, yes, but he was an obstacle in her path. Toji had dealt with him swiftly and efficiently, ending his life without a second thought. She had justified it to herself as necessary, a small sacrifice for the greater good of being close to you.

Now, sitting here with you, sharing cake and laughter, she felt vindicated. All her efforts, all the bloodshed, and all the sleepless nights spent watching over you were worth it. This moment of simple joy was her reward.

Toji's eyes remain fixed on you, her smile softening slightly as she takes in your every movement, every expression. She thinks about how far she's come, and how much further she's willing to go to ensure she never loses this closeness with you.

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​did not expect to make a sequel but i’ve seen so much hana hate over the past few weeks and i must remind everyone that she is literally just a 15 year old girl trying her best

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in the mood for writing Yan!Fem!Satoru… SO PLRASE SEND REAUESTS FOR IT sobs

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thinking about yan!grim reaper who wants to kill their darling and snatch their soul up so they can be together 4ever …

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Hi!! (Again…) I was wondering, how do you make your banners! I’ve seen others like it and I wonder how people make them, if you don’t wanna share that’s fine! (Also, sorry if I’ve been asking to much 😭😅)

Hiii !! :3 I make all my banners on Picsart and I get images and stuff from Pinterest ^^ you haven’t been asking too much, don’t worry, it’s fineb:D

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I sound stupid for asking this 💀 but you’ve made me kinda wanna write out my request, I wanna make sure it’s alright since you did write it first, again thank you! You did really REALLY good

you can do it, idm!! After all, it was your idea :3

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I’m pretty sure I sent one- but nonetheless! I remember exactly. Can you do a Yandere! Yuji oneshot? It’s much like your teen Gojo one, but instead reader was originally a transfer student from the USA and came to Jujutsu tech to learn more but then had to go back home? If that makes any sense whatsoever, I’ve had this idea for a while now!

“𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.” YANDERE!YUJI ITADORI X GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

SYPNOSIS: Yuji meets the American transfer student and can’t help but come to love them! But what happens when he finds out they have to go back home?

WARNINGS: emotional manipulation, and that’s it!

A/N: it made sense, dw!! Thanks for the request ^^ also I felt like I made Yuji like softish yandere, not too crazy lol

IT WAS another day at Jujutsu Tech for Yuji. Same routine as usual—learn how to control his cursed energy, fool around a little bit, then continue training. Afterward, he’d finish school, hang out with Nobara and Megumi, and go back to his dorm to sleep.

It was a routine he followed every day, yet Yuji didn’t dislike it. In fact, he found it enjoyable, even comforting. There was always something fun about their banter and training sessions.

But sometimes, a small part of him wished for something different. A new face among the first years, someone to add a spark to their already dynamic group. Don’t get him wrong, he liked Nobara and Megumi. They were his friends. He just… wanted to meet someone new.

And that’s exactly what happened.

One day, as Yuji was walking into class, he spotted Nobara and Megumi talking quietly in the corner. Their heads were close together, and they seemed deep in conversation. Curiosity piqued, Yuji strolled over, plopping down between the two of them with a bright grin.

“What’re you guys talking about?” Yuji asked, eyes darting between them.

Nobara huffed, leaning back in her seat. "We’re getting a new student," she said, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. "Gojo-sensei wouldn’t shut up about it before he left to go get them."

Yuji’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A new student? Seriously? I didn’t hear anything about that!" His voice was laced with excitement as he leaned forward. "Did Gojo-sensei say anything else? Like, who they are or what they can do?"

Megumi shrugged, his usual stoic expression in place. "No details yet. Just that they’d be joining our class."

Nobara rolled her eyes. "Knowing Gojo, he’s probably making it more dramatic than it needs to be. But still… it’ll be interesting to see what they’re like."

Yuji’s mind buzzed with possibilities. Who could this new student be? Would they be strong? Fun to hang out with? His excitement grew, though he couldn’t shake a strange, underlying feeling that this new arrival would change things.

Yuji barely had time to ask another question before the door slid open, revealing Gojo with his usual carefree smile plastered on his face. But this time, he wasn’t alone. Standing beside him was someone new—someone Yuji had never seen before.

“Alright, everyone!” Gojo announced, his voice carrying through the room. “I’d like to introduce you to your new classmate! They’re from the USA, so play nice.”

Yuji’s eyes immediately locked onto you, and the world seemed to slow down for a moment. You stood there, quietly beside Gojo, your expression a little nervous but determined. There was something about you that Yuji couldn’t quite place—maybe it was the way you carried yourself, or maybe it was just the fact that you were new, different.

“This is [Your Name]. They’ve come a long way, so let’s make them feel welcome!” Gojo said, giving you a gentle nudge forward.

“Hi,” you greeted softly, your voice drawing Yuji’s attention even more. The way you spoke was different, a little unfamiliar, but it intrigued him.

Nobara waved lazily, “Cool, nice to meet you. Don’t mess up on the first day, okay?” she teased.

Megumi gave a small nod, but Yuji was still staring at you, his mind whirling. USA? That was cool! But more than that, something strange was happening—his heart was pounding in his chest, a little faster than normal. A warm, almost uncomfortable feeling spread through him, and for the first time in a long time, Yuji felt… off-balance.

What is this? Yuji thought, blinking as he tried to calm the weird sensation creeping up on him. He’d never felt this way before, not even with all the excitement in his life. He swallowed, his throat dry, as he wondered if this was what people meant by "love at first sight." Could it really be happening to him? Right now?

Gojo clapped his hands, snapping Yuji out of his thoughts. “Alright, take a seat, and we’ll get started. Yuji, maybe you can show them around later?”

Yuji felt his face flush. "Uh, yeah! I’d—uh—I’d love to!" he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. Nobara shot him a strange look, but Yuji couldn’t focus on anything other than you and the rapid thudding of his heart.

As you made your way to sit down, Yuji couldn't stop stealing glances in your direction. There was something about your presence that pulled him in, something magnetic. He couldn’t explain it, but he was determined to get to know you.

Could this really be love?

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A few days had passed since you arrived at Jujutsu Tech, and Yuji had quickly become your unofficial guide. Wherever you went, he wasn’t far behind, always smiling and eager to help. It was as if he had taken it upon himself to make sure you felt comfortable—and he did so with relentless enthusiasm.

"Hey! Do you wanna check out the training grounds after class?" Yuji asked one afternoon, his voice full of energy as usual. "I could show you some of my moves, and maybe you could show me what you’ve got!"

You smiled politely, nodding. "Sure, sounds good," you said, though your mind drifted to the fact that you hadn’t had a moment alone in days. Not that Yuji was unpleasant, but his constant presence had started to feel a bit… overwhelming.

During those few days, Yuji had been like a shadow, always around, always talking. He showed you everything—where Gojo liked to disappear to, the best spots to train, even introducing you to his favorite movie, Human Earthworm.

That one had been… interesting, to say the least. You’d sat through the whole thing with a tight-lipped smile, nodding along as Yuji excitedly explained each ridiculous plot point. But truth be told, you found the movie more than a little icky. The thought of saying that out loud, however, seemed like it would crush Yuji’s spirits, so you kept it to yourself.

Now, as the days passed, it had become clear that Yuji was spending more time with you than with Nobara and Megumi. The two of them had even made jokes about it.

"Looks like you’ve been replaced," Nobara had teased Megumi earlier that morning, crossing her arms and giving a knowing smirk. "Yuji’s got a new best friend."

Megumi had just shrugged, as stoic as ever. "It’s not like he was ever that quiet around us, but now… it’s a bit much, don’t you think?"

But to Yuji, spending all his time with you just felt right. He wasn’t even fully aware of how much he had gravitated toward you; it just happened. Whether it was showing you around the school, helping you with assignments, or introducing you to his favorite snacks, Yuji had become your constant companion.

One day, while walking through the courtyard, Yuji beamed at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I don’t know if I’ve said it yet, but I’m really glad you came to Jujutsu Tech. It’s been… different, in a good way, y’know?"

You chuckled softly, trying to match his enthusiasm. "Yeah, it’s been nice. I’m starting to feel more comfortable here."

That made Yuji’s grin widen. "Good! ‘Cause I’m not going anywhere! If you ever need anything, I’m here, okay?" His voice had a hint of something deeper, something that almost bordered on possessive, but his tone remained cheerful enough for you to brush it off.

"Thanks, Yuji. I appreciate it." You smiled back, though a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder if his constant hovering would ever let up. Still, his heart was in the right place, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask for space—not when he looked so genuinely happy to be around you.

Yuji’s grin stayed plastered on his face as the two of you continued walking through the courtyard. He shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing over at you every few seconds like he was making sure you were still there. “You know,” he started, his voice more casual now, “I’ve been thinking. Maybe after class, we could catch another movie. I’ve got a list of my favorites—ones I think you’ll really like.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly, remembering the last time. “Another one? I’m still recovering from Human Earthworm.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, okay, maybe that one was a bit much for a first pick. But I swear, the others are better! Way less icky, promise.”

"Sure, I’m game," you agreed, though you mentally prepared yourself for whatever bizarre film he had in store next. Yuji’s excitement was contagious, and despite your reservations, you couldn’t say no to him. His energy was something you’d come to expect, and part of you didn’t mind indulging him.

Yuji’s face lit up. "Great! I’ll pick a good one this time, I swear! It’ll be something you actually like." His gaze softened for a moment as he added, "I want you to have fun, y’know? Since you’ve been spending all your time with me… I don’t want to, like, bore you or anything."

You looked at him, a little surprised by his sudden concern. "You’re not boring, Yuji," you reassured him, offering a warm smile. "I appreciate you showing me around and everything. It’s been… nice having someone like you around."

His eyes seemed to brighten at that, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Really? That’s… that’s great!” He practically beamed at you, looking like a puppy who’d just been given the best compliment of his life. “I was kinda worried, y’know? That maybe I was… uh… hanging around too much. But if you don’t mind, then I guess it’s all good!”

You hesitated for a split second before nodding. "Yeah, it’s fine. You’re just being helpful."

“Exactly!” he said, his voice picking up again with enthusiasm. “I just wanna help! I mean, I know being new here can be tough, so if I can make it easier for you, then I’m all in.”

As he talked, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you a bit longer than usual, like he was soaking up every word you said. There was something more in his gaze, something intense, but it was masked by his usual cheerfulness.

Before you could dwell on it, Yuji clapped his hands together. “Alright, so it’s a movie night then! I’ll grab some snacks, and we’ll meet up after class. You’re gonna love it, trust me!”

"Sounds like a plan," you said, trying to match his excitement, though a small part of you wondered just how long this constant attention would last. But as Yuji bounced beside you, clearly thrilled at the idea of spending more time together, you decided to push the thought aside.

At least for now.

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A few months later, Yuji entered the classroom, a bright grin on his face as usual. He was in a good mood—he always was when he knew he’d get to spend the day with you. These past months had been incredible for him. You two had grown closer, and he’d spent nearly every waking moment with you.

But as he walked in, something stopped him in his tracks. Across the room, you were standing with Nobara, her arms wrapped around you in a tight hug. A little further away, Megumi was shaking your hand, his expression calm but respectful.

Yuji’s brow furrowed. What was going on? His heart gave an uncomfortable lurch, and he felt the familiar knot of jealousy coil in his chest. Why are they so close to you? Nobara's arms around you, Megumi's hand in yours—he didn't like it. But he forced himself to keep a smile on his face as he made his way over.

“Hey!” Yuji called out, his voice slightly too cheerful as he approached the group. “What’s going on here?” He tried to keep his tone light, but the jealousy simmering beneath the surface was hard to hide. He clenched his fists at his sides, making sure to smile as if everything was fine. But inside, a storm was brewing.

You turned to face him, and Yuji’s stomach dropped when he saw the look on your face. There was a hint of sadness in your eyes, something he didn’t quite understand. He could feel his heart racing, a nervous energy starting to fill him as he waited for your answer.

“Yuji, I…” you started, your voice softer than usual. “I’m going back to the USA. I’ve decided that I’ve learned enough here, and it’s time for me to head home.”

Yuji felt like the ground had just been ripped out from beneath him. His heart clenched painfully, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. He tried to keep the smile on his face, but it faltered as your words sunk in.

“You’re… leaving?” he asked, his voice cracking despite his efforts to keep it steady. “But… why? You were doing great here. You don’t have to go…”

You smiled gently, your expression filled with understanding but also finality. “Yeah, but I think it’s time. I’ve learned a lot, and I’ve enjoyed my time here, but… it’s time to go back.”

Yuji felt something inside him break, like a small piece of himself had been shattered. He tried to speak, to argue, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he stood there, staring at you, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of it all.

"But… what about… us?" he finally asked, his voice barely a whisper. His mind flashed through the memories of the time you'd spent together—every laugh, every smile, every moment he’d spent at your side. He couldn’t imagine Jujutsu Tech without you. He didn’t want to. You can't just leave. Not now. Not when I…

You sighed, your expression soft. “I’ll still keep in touch. It’s not like we’ll never see each other again. This isn’t goodbye forever.”

But to Yuji, it felt like it. He could feel his heart sinking, a hollow ache spreading through his chest. He forced a smile, nodding as if he understood. “Yeah… yeah, of course. I mean, I’m happy for you,” he said, though his voice sounded distant to his own ears.

Nobara, still beside you, gave Yuji a sympathetic glance. “Hey, don’t be so down. They’ll visit, right? It’s not like we’re losing them completely.”

But to Yuji, it felt like losing everything.

“I’ll… I’ll catch up with you later,” Yuji mumbled, backing away before anyone could see the cracks forming in his usually bright demeanor. He turned and quickly left the room, the weight of your departure pressing down on him harder with each step.

As he walked down the hall, the reality hit him all at once. You were leaving. And no matter how much time you’d spent together, no matter how close you’d become, there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Yuji walked aimlessly through the hallways, his mind a chaotic swirl of emotions. Every step felt heavier than the last, each breath more labored. He couldn’t believe it. You were leaving. The reality of it crushed him with an intensity he hadn’t anticipated. He replayed every moment of your time together, each smile and laugh, trying to convince himself that it had all meant something.

As he stood at a crossroads in his thoughts, one realization cut through the fog of his anguish—he couldn’t imagine his life without you. The time you had spent together wasn’t just a fleeting connection; it had grown into something deeper, something he couldn’t simply let go.

In his mind, you were his. All the moments, all the time you’d spent together, it couldn’t have meant nothing. You have to be his, Yuji thought desperately. You have to stay.

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After school, he walked with purpose, his resolve firm. He knew where you were—your dorm room. He was going to see you, to make sure you knew how much you meant to him, how he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

As he approached your dorm, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. He needed to talk to you, to make you understand how important you were to him, to convince you that leaving wasn’t an option.

The door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open, stepping inside. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of your belongings. You were sitting by your desk, going through some papers, seemingly lost in thought.

Yuji took a moment to collect himself, standing in the doorway as he looked at you. The sight of you in your dorm room, surrounded by your things, made his heart ache even more. He took another step forward, his voice trembling but filled with determination.

“Hey,” he started, his tone softer than he intended. “Can we talk?”

You looked up from your desk, surprised to see Yuji standing in your doorway. His face was a mix of determination and vulnerability that immediately caught your attention. You nodded, setting aside the papers and gesturing for him to come in.

“Sure, Yuji. What’s up?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the apprehension you felt.

Yuji stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His eyes were intense, and there was a desperation in his expression that you hadn’t seen before. “I… I just wanted to talk about what you said earlier,” he began, his voice wavering slightly. “About you leaving.”

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt as you met his gaze. “Yuji, I’ve made up my mind. It’s time for me to go back home. I’ve learned a lot here, and I think it’s best for me.”

Yuji shook his head, his eyes pleading. “No, you don’t understand. You can’t just leave. Not like this.”

“Why not?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation grounded. “It’s my decision, Yuji. It’s what I think is best for me.”

“But… what about us?” Yuji said, stepping closer. “All the time we’ve spent together—doesn’t that mean anything to you? Doesn’t it matter that we’ve grown so close?”

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his words. “Of course it matters. But sometimes, we have to make tough choices. This is mine.”

Yuji’s eyes filled with tears, and he took another step closer, his voice trembling. “I can’t… I can’t imagine my life without you. You mean so much to me. Every day with you has been… incredible. I don’t want to lose that.”

You looked away, feeling your resolve beginning to waver. “Yuji, I… I don’t know what to say.”

Yuji reached out and gently took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “Please, don’t go. I need you here. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

His confession hit you like a tidal wave, and you tried to process the intensity of his words. Yuji’s grip tightened on your hand, and he pulled you closer. His eyes searched yours, filled with an earnest, almost desperate longing.

“Yuji,” you whispered, feeling the heat of his emotions. “This isn’t fair…”

“I know,” Yuji said, his voice breaking. “But I can’t help how I feel. I need you. I need you to stay.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with a gentle, almost pleading touch. The kiss was soft, but there was an undeniable intensity in it—a mixture of his desperation and his deep affection. Your mind raced as you felt the warmth of his lips, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear.

When he pulled back, his eyes were still locked on yours, filled with a hope that made your heart ache. “Please,” he repeated softly. “Stay with me.”

You felt your defenses crumble under the weight of his emotions. The kiss had stirred something inside you, a mix of affection and confusion. You were torn between your decision and the impact Yuji’s words—and actions—had on you.

With a heavy sigh, you nodded slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay, Yuji. I’ll stay.”

Yuji’s face lit up with a mixture of relief and joy, his tears giving way to a bright, hopeful smile. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as if afraid you might slip away. The intensity of his embrace and the depth of his emotions were overwhelming, and you found yourself caught up in the storm of his love and need.

As he held you, Yuji felt a fragile sense of victory, his heart still racing from the raw vulnerability he had shown. He had managed to sway you, to keep you by his side, even if it meant pushing the boundaries of what was fair.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you. “Okay, I’ll tell Gojo-sensei that I’m staying,” you said softly, trying to offer a sense of finality to your decision.

Yuji’s face lit up with unrestrained happiness. He practically glowed with relief, his eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and triumph. “Really? That’s… that’s amazing!” he exclaimed, his voice full of gratitude and relief. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in, his face pressing against your neck in a gesture of affection and possessiveness.

You felt the warmth of his body against yours, his embrace both comforting and confining. It was clear how much this meant to him, how desperate he had been to keep you here. You reached for your phone, trying to maintain your composure as you dialed Gojo’s number.

As you waited for Gojo to pick up, Yuji’s nuzzling became more insistent. His breath tickled your neck, and his grip tightened, almost as if he were afraid you might slip away at any moment. The closeness of his body made it hard to focus on anything but him.

Gojo’s voice came through the phone, interrupting the moment. “Hey, [Your Name], what’s up?”

“Gojo-sensei,” you began, your voice wavering slightly as you tried to sound composed. “I’ve decided to stay here. I want to continue my training at Jujutsu Tech.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Gojo responded with a note of surprise. “Oh? That’s… unexpected. Are you sure? I thought you were set on leaving.”

“Yes,” you said, more firmly now. “I’ve thought it over and decided it’s best for me to stay.”

“Alright,” Gojo said, his tone accepting though still a bit puzzled. “If that’s what you want, then I’m glad to hear it. I’ll let everyone know.”

You ended the call and set your phone down, feeling Yuji’s embrace tightening even more. He seemed to be in a state of bliss, his head resting against your shoulder as he let out a contented sigh.

“You have no idea how happy I am,” Yuji murmured, his voice muffled by your neck. “I was so scared you’d leave. I couldn’t… I couldn’t bear it.”

As you stood there, feeling Yuji’s warmth enveloping you, a shiver ran down your spine. A small part of you was uneasy, a nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. But the intense emotion Yuji was showing you, combined with the sudden shift in your plans, made it hard to focus on anything but the present moment.

What you didn’t realize, however, was that Yuji had taken steps to ensure that you couldn’t leave if you wanted to. While you were making your decision, he had discreetly taken your passport and any other important documents you might need to travel. His love for you had driven him to secure you in ways that you hadn’t yet discovered.

For Yuji, this wasn’t just about convincing you to stay. In his mind, you were his, and he had done what he felt was necessary to make sure you would never leave. His embrace, his contentment, and his possessiveness were all part of a plan to keep you close, ensuring that no matter what, you would remain by his side forever.

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I’m so tight, tumblr removed ALL my requests which removed ALL the works that I had finished in so pissed. If you had sent a request; send it again cause imma have to rewrite everything.

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hey sorry for the inactivity..I have writer’s block and tumblr kicked me out too 😞 but I’ll be back soon enough, dw !! Also, I’m thinking of writing a jjk character with a goth!reader, so don’t hesitate to tell me who you want me to write :33 and I’ll get to requests..soon :p

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also sorry for uhm not writing again chat, I got writer’s block and period pains cause I’ve been having it for about a month straight now.. 😭

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I wanna make sure of this- but can minors interact? (17), bc I really enjoy your content

yeah y’all can !! As long as you can handle what I write, it’s good for me since I was 13 when I found this yandere stuff lol 😭 (but I will change it MDNI if the things that happened on my other acc happen here..)

[zesty4zenin]

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫,”

YAN!FEM!SATORU GOJO X FEM!READER

SYPNOSIS: Satoru decides it’s time for a little upgrade! Aka, you finally get your own room after spending years in the basement lolz.

WARNINGS: past kidnapping, and that’s it.

A/N: I’m backkk teehee. And btw , this is not related to highschool sweethearts >3<

YOU SAT on the small, worn-out couch in the basement, humming softly to yourself as your gaze drifted to the tiny window high on the wall. The dim light filtering through it barely illuminated the cramped space, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.

You stared blankly at the wall, lost in thought. It’s been… well, you’ve long since lost track of time. It feels like forever since you were pulled from the life you once knew. Since high school, when Satoru had decided that this basement would become your ‘forever’ home.

The familiar jingle of keys rattling in the door snapped you out of your daze. With a resigned sigh, you curled up tighter on the couch, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You didn’t want to see her, didn’t want to face the cheerfulness that always seemed to pierce through your misery.

The door creaked open, and Satoru’s voice rang out with an overly bright tone. “Sweets, I’m back from work!” She practically skipped down the stairs, her footsteps light and full of excitement, as if nothing about your situation was amiss.

You remained motionless, your heart sinking further with each step she took towards you.

Satoru reached the bottom of the stairs and approached you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I have some good news for you," she announced, her voice dripping with enthusiasm.

Your eyes brightened immediately, a flicker of hope igniting in your chest. Could she be… freeing you? You sat up a little straighter, daring to meet her gaze. "Really?" you asked, your voice trembling with anticipation.

She grinned, a wide, almost manic smile that quickly crushed your fleeting hope. "You’re not leaving," she said with a cheerful tone, as if delivering the best news in the world.

Your shoulders slumped, and you looked down, sinking back into your miserable, upset state. The glimmer of hope that had briefly lit up your eyes extinguished, leaving you feeling even more trapped than before.

"But," Satoru continued, oblivious or indifferent to your despair, "you can have your own room now!" She clapped her hands together, clearly pleased with herself. "Isn't that wonderful?"

You didn't respond, unable to muster any enthusiasm for this so-called 'good news.' Instead, you stared at the floor, feeling the weight of your confinement pressing down on you even more heavily.

Satoru’s enthusiasm seemed to only amplify the ache in your chest. With a shaky voice, you finally spoke up, trying to hide the tears that were beginning to fall. “How is that supposed to make me happy?” You choked out the words, your voice cracking with frustration.

She looked at you with a puzzled expression, as if your reaction was incomprehensible. “What do you mean?” she asked, genuinely confused.

“Just leave me alone,” you snapped, tears streaming down your face despite your best efforts to stay composed. “I don’t want to hear any more of your lies.”

Your voice trembled with anger as you cursed at her, the words escaping in a torrent of pain and bitterness. “Damn you, Satoru! You think you can just keep me here and make me pretend everything’s fine? I hate you!”

The anger and sadness overwhelmed you, and you buried your face in your hands, sobbing quietly. The basement seemed even colder and more suffocating now, your hope crushed under the weight of her cruel ‘good news.’

Satoru’s expression shifted from confusion to hurt as she watched you break down. She took a step closer, her voice softer, yet tinged with frustration. “Why are you always like this? I’m trying to make things better for you.”

You barely registered her words through your tears. “Better? This isn’t better,” you managed to say, your voice muffled. “It’s just another way to keep me locked up.”

Satoru’s shoulders stiffened, and she let out a sigh. “I thought you’d be excited. You’ll have your own space, your own things. You’ll be more comfortable.”

Through your sobs, you looked up at her, your eyes red and puffy. “Comfortable? You think a bigger cage makes it any better?”

Her gaze hardened slightly, but she took a deep breath, clearly trying to rein in her frustration. “Fine. If you want to stay here, that’s your choice. But don’t expect me to keep coming down here if you’re just going to be like this.”

With that, she turned on her heel and headed for the stairs, her footsteps echoing with a finality that left you feeling even more alone. As the door closed behind her, you were left in the dim, oppressive silence of the basement, your tears flowing freely as you grappled with the crushing weight of your confinement.

You sat alone in the quiet of the basement, your tears eventually drying as the exhaustion from your emotional outburst took over. With a weary sigh, you began to reflect on Satoru's announcement. The idea of having your own room, while initially met with resistance, started to seem less like a cruel joke and more like a genuine improvement.

You glanced around the basement, the oppressive walls and the echoes of past arguments and struggles weighing heavily on you. Memories of earlier, when you were defiant and fought back against Satoru’s control, surfaced. Those were the days before you had succumbed to your current, submissive state. It was painful to remember how things used to be.

After a few moments of reflection, you took a deep breath and called out, trying to steady your voice. “Satoru! Can you come here?”

The door opened almost immediately, and Satoru appeared at the top of the stairs, her face lighting up with hope. “Yes?”

“I… I want to go to my new room now,” you said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Her eyes brightened with genuine happiness, and she descended the stairs with a cheerful bounce. “Really? That’s great! I’m so glad you’re willing to give it a chance.”

As she approached, she looked at you with a mixture of relief and pride. “Come on then,” she said, extending her hand to you. “I’ll show you to your new space.”

You took her hand and followed her up the stairs, your heart still heavy but a tiny glimmer of comfort beginning to emerge. The new room might not solve everything, but for now, it was a step away from the basement that held too many painful memories.

As you followed Satoru up the stairs, you were struck by a sense of unfamiliarity. You had spent so many years confined to the basement that the rest of the house was a complete mystery to you.

Satoru led you through a series of hallways, each one more lavish than the last. The walls were adorned with elegant artwork and the floors were covered in soft, plush carpeting. The house seemed to exude an air of opulence and warmth, a stark contrast to the cold, dim basement you had called home.

She led you past a large living room with grand, comfortable furniture and an array of bookshelves lining the walls. You caught glimpses of a spacious kitchen, filled with appliances and gleaming countertops. It was almost overwhelming to see how beautiful and well-kept everything was.

Finally, Satoru stopped in front of a door near the end of the hallway. She turned to you with a proud smile. “Here we are. Your new room.”

She opened the door, revealing a room that was far more inviting than you had anticipated. It was tastefully decorated, with soft colors, a large bed with plush bedding, and a window that let in natural light. There was also a small sitting area with a comfortable armchair and a bookshelf filled with a variety of books.

You stepped inside, taking in the room’s serene and cozy atmosphere. For a moment, you stood in stunned silence, trying to reconcile this new, pleasant space with the harsh reality of your situation.

Satoru watched you closely, her expression filled with hope. “What do you think? I wanted to make sure it was comfortable for you.”

You turned to her, struggling to balance your lingering sadness with the unexpected comfort of the room. “It’s… nice,” you said quietly, trying to muster some sincerity. “Thank you.”

Satoru’s face lit up with a beaming smile. “I’m so glad you like it! If you need anything, just let me know. I want you to be happy here.”

As she left the room, you stood by the window, looking out at the house and feeling a small, tentative sense of relief. Despite everything, the new room was a step up from the basement, and for now, that was something to hold onto.

You explored the new room with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. You ran your fingers along the soft bedding, sat in the comfortable armchair, and even walked over to the bookshelf, scanning its contents. It was clear that Satoru had put a lot of thought into making this space as pleasant as possible.

As you continued to inspect the room, you found a small desk with a few notebooks and pens neatly arranged. The desk was positioned near the window, which offered a view of a well-kept garden outside. The sight of green grass and blooming flowers was a stark contrast to the gray, barren walls of the basement. It was almost calming.

You sat down at the desk and opened one of the notebooks, finding it empty and pristine. It struck you as a gesture of new beginnings, a chance to start fresh—even if it was in a situation you hadn’t chosen.

After a while, you heard a soft knock on the door. Satoru entered with a tray of food, setting it down on a nearby table. “I brought you something to eat,” she said with a warm smile. “I thought you might be hungry after all that walking around.”

You hesitated for a moment, then thanked her quietly. As she left, you took a seat at the table and started to eat, finding the food surprisingly good. Each bite was a small comfort, a reminder that this new room, despite everything, might offer some semblance of normalcy.

After finishing your meal, you looked around the room again. The space, though still a constant reminder of your captivity, felt different—less like a prison and more like a sanctuary. The thought of the basement, with its dark memories, began to fade into the background as you started to settle into your new surroundings.

You spent the evening rearranging a few items and organizing the desk. As you worked, you found yourself reflecting on the strange turn of events. Despite the confinement, the room offered a glimmer of something resembling peace.

As night fell, you sat by the window, looking out at the stars. The room was quiet, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a tiny, hesitant sense of hope.

—

The next morning, you awoke to the soft, warm light filtering through the curtains of your new room. You had barely stirred when you felt the comforting presence of Satoru beside you. She had spent the night with you, her body pressed close to yours under the soft covers.

As you began to wake, Satoru’s gentle kisses started on your forehead, then moved to your cheeks, and finally to your lips. Her touch was light and affectionate, each kiss meant to convey her affection and adoration.

“Good morning, sweets,” she murmured between kisses, her voice a soft, melodious whisper. “I’m so glad you’re here with me. I love you so much.”

Her words, though repetitive and often tinged with an intensity that was overwhelming at times, now carried a certain warmth that you had slowly grown accustomed to. You had learned to accept and even appreciate these moments of tenderness, as they were a stark contrast to the coldness of your past confinement.

You responded with a shy smile, leaning into her touch. “Good morning, Satoru,” you said softly, your voice still groggy from sleep.

Satoru’s smile widened as she continued to kiss you, her hands gently caressing your face. “I don’t have to work today,” she said happily. “So we can spend all day together, just like this.”

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to savor the affection. It was strange, how you had grown to find comfort in these moments. Despite everything, there was something undeniably soothing about being cared for in such a personal way. You let yourself relax into her embrace, finding solace in the closeness.

Satoru’s kisses became more lingering, her hands trailing softly along your arms and back. “I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered. “This is our time, just for us.”

You took a deep breath, letting the warmth of her presence wrap around you. While the reality of your situation still loomed in the background, these moments with Satoru provided a semblance of calm and affection that you had learned to embrace. You sighed contentedly, letting yourself enjoy the rare and tender closeness you shared.

If you’re going to be here for the rest of your life, you might as well try to enjoy it.

to make up for mean ‘toru lolz.

also, if u wanna see yan!fem!Gojo in a scenario of ur choice (as long as it doesn’t break any of my rules), don’t be afraid to send it to me :3

This was made by zesty4zeninontumblr only!!!

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I literally read all of your fanfics AND CAN I JUST SAY YOU ARE SO UNDERRATED 😭😍 I LOVE THE FEM GOJO AND THEY WAY YOU WRITE IS LIKE HAVING A COLD DRINK ON A HOT SUMMER DAY 😍😋 uhhh I know this isn’t like a request thing but I would LOVE more fem gojo >< Make sure to take care of yourself 🤗🤗

I WILL, TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT >3< !! DW, MORE FEM GOJO WILL BE WRITTEN, I HAVE SOME IN DRAFTS AS I STATED B4 !! THANK YOUUU ^^

[zesty4zenin]

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

YAN!FEM!SATORU GOJO X FEM!READER

SYPNOSIS: Satoru helps the school’s loser become popular and falls for her in the process.

WARNINGS: bullying, Non-sorcerer!AU, degradation, manipulation, Satoru is mean in this lol, also might be OOC..

A/N: yall asked so I obliged !! Enjoy cause I have ALOT moreee .

IT WAS another boring school day, dragging on with the same old routine.

Satoru sat at her desk, boredom etched on her face. She tapped her pencil impatiently, wishing desperately that the day would end. The teacher’s voice was a monotonous drone in the background.

She sighed and fished a piece of sweet gum from her pocket, popping it into her mouth. The dullness of the lesson made it hard to focus. If only Suguru and Shoko were in her class—they always managed to liven things up. But they were in a different class, and there was nothing she could do about it now.

She glanced at the clock, counting down the minutes until lunchtime when she could finally see her friends. The minutes crawled by, each second feeling like an eternity.

As she chewed absentmindedly, she caught a faint sound—a soft sniffling. It was so quiet that, if she hadn't been straining to stay awake, she might have missed it. Curiosity piqued, she turned around slowly.

There you were, sitting a few rows behind her, quietly crying. Your tears were barely audible, but they were there, and they caught Satoru’s attention. The sight tugged at her curiosity. You were trying hard to hide it, your shoulders trembling slightly as you kept your gaze fixed downward. Satoru’s eyes softened, a mix of concern and intrigue crossing her face. She could barely make out the outline of your distress, but it was clear you were upset.

Having nothing better to do, Satoru leaned forward, her voice just above a whisper as she addressed you. “Hey, is everything okay? You seem a little upset.”

She hoped she wouldn’t attract too much attention.

You didn’t respond, instead hastily wiping your face and trying to compose yourself. Though your face looked somewhat normal again, your hands still trembled. Satoru noticed the subtle shake in your fingers, her curiosity deepening. Just as she was about to ask again, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

Before she could say another word, you grabbed your belongings and bolted out of the classroom. Satoru watched you go, a mix of frustration and intrigue flickering in her eyes. She scoffed in annoyance, chewing her gum a bit more vigorously.

"What's up with her?" Satoru muttered to herself, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She made her way to the cafeteria, her mind still lingering on you.

When Satoru met up with Shoko and Suguru in the cafeteria, she launched into the story. “You won’t believe what just happened,” she said, frustration evident in her tone. “I saw this girl crying in class today. She was trying to hide it, but she was clearly upset. And then, when I tried to ask her about it, she just bolted.”

Suguru raised an eyebrow. “Crying? That’s unusual. What’s her deal?”

Shoko shrugged, though her expression was thoughtful. “Oh, that must be [Name]. She’s kind of known as the school’s loser.” She paused, looking slightly uncomfortable with the label. “Not that I like saying it, but that’s how people see her. If you start being nice to her, people might think you’re lowering your own status.”

Satoru rolled her eyes, disliking Shoko’s bluntness but understanding her point. “That’s messed up,” she said. “I don’t really care about what people think. I just want to know what the fuck’s going on with her.”

Shoko gave a small, resigned smile. “Just be careful, okay? If you get involved, it might affect your own reputation.”

Satoru nodded, her expression thoughtful as she pondered Shoko’s advice.

THE NEXT DAY..

Satoru walked through the school halls, her eyes scanning the students milling around. Her thoughts drifted back to you, wondering if you were okay after yesterday’s incident. As she turned a corner, she saw a group of girls gathered in a circle, their laughter carrying a cruel edge.

Pushing through the crowd, Satoru's eyes narrowed when she saw you at the center, tears streaming down your face as some girls yanked on your hair and others pushed you around, leaving bruises. You were trying to shield yourself, but their relentless taunting and physical abuse made it impossible.

Satoru’s irritation flared. Not because she was particularly empathetic, but because the scene was so annoyingly loud and pathetic. She didn’t want to hear you crying anymore if you weren’t even going to ask for help.

With a determined stride, she marched up to the nearest girl and, without a second thought, punched her squarely in the face. The girl stumbled back, clutching her nose in shock and pain. The crowd around them gasped, the laughter abruptly cutting off as everyone turned their attention to Satoru.

"Back off," Satoru said, her voice cold and menacing. She glared at the remaining bullies. "If any of you touch her again, I’ll beat every single one of you."

The girls hesitated, looking between each other and Satoru’s fierce expression. They slowly backed away, murmuring apologies and promises to stop.

Satoru turned to you, her gaze hard and unsympathetic. "I’m not doing this because I want to stop bullying," she said flatly. "You’re all just really annoying. That includes you, by the way." She flicked her wrist dismissively, as if brushing away an insignificant nuisance.

You looked up at her, a mix of gratitude and confusion in your tear-filled eyes. Satoru didn’t wait for a response. She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving you to process what had just happened. The crowd slowly dispersed, the buzz of gossip starting to spread through the hallways about Satoru’s unexpected intervention.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Whispers followed Satoru through the halls, students casting curious glances her way. She didn’t care much about the attention, but she couldn’t help but notice that your presence had become even more pronounced in her thoughts. By the time the final bell rang, she was more than ready to meet up with Suguru and Shoko again.

At lunch, she plopped down at their usual table, grabbing an apple and taking a bite. “Guess what happened today?” she said, her tone casual despite the events of the morning.

Suguru looked up from her sandwich, intrigued. “What now?”

“I had to punch a girl in the face,” Satoru replied nonchalantly. “She and her friends were bullying [Name] again. It was so annoying.”

Shoko raised an eyebrow. “You actually got involved? I thought you didn’t care about stuff like that.”

Satoru shrugged, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I don’t. But the whole scene was irritating, and I couldn’t stand the noise. Plus, they were being really obnoxious.”

Suguru smirked. “So you played the hero, huh?”

“Hardly,” Satoru scoffed. “I told them I wasn’t doing it to stop bullying. They’re just all really annoying.”

Shoko looked thoughtful. “You know, this might actually make things worse for her. The bullies could retaliate.”

Satoru sighed, rolling her eyes. “Then I’ll deal with them again. I don’t care. They need to learn to keep their mouths shut.”

As the conversation shifted to other topics, Satoru couldn’t shake the image of your tear-streaked face from her mind. There was something about you that stirred a mix of irritation and curiosity within her.

The next, next day, Satoru found herself keeping an eye out for you. It wasn’t long before she spotted you again, sitting alone under a tree in the courtyard, your eyes red and puffy from crying. She approached, her steps confident, and sat down beside you without asking.

You glanced up, startled, and quickly looked away. “Why are you here?” you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

Satoru leaned back against the tree, looking up at the sky. “Just wanted some fresh air,” she said casually. “And to make sure those idiots from yesterday aren’t bothering you.”

You sniffled, wiping your eyes. “I-I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Satoru shrugged. “I’m not worrying. Just don’t want my peace disturbed again. Got it?”

You nodded slowly, not entirely sure how to respond. There was an awkward silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves.

After a few minutes, Satoru spoke again, her tone unexpectedly softer. “Why don’t you stand up for yourself?”

You looked down at your hands, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “It’s not that easy,” you whispered. “I don’t have the strength to fight back.”

Satoru sighed, her annoyance melting into something more akin to understanding. “Maybe not. But you can at least try to ignore them. Or tell someone who can do something about it.”

You glanced at her, surprised by her shift in attitude. “Why do you care?”

Satoru met your gaze, her expression unreadable. “I don’t, really. But no one deserves to be treated like that. And if you’re too scared to speak up, then I guess I’ll have to do it for you.”

A small, tentative smile tugged at your lips. “Thanks, Satoru.”

“Don’t mention it,” she replied, standing up and dusting off her skirt. “Just remember what I said. And if they bother you again, let me know.”

As she walked away, Satoru felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Maybe she didn’t care about your feelings, but she couldn’t deny that there was something rewarding about standing up to those bullies. Even if it was just to keep her own annoyance at bay.

Over the next week, Satoru’s behavior began to change. It started with small gestures—offering you a seat at her lunch table, occasionally giving you a nod or a smile in the halls. It was clear that her initial annoyance had evolved into something different.

One day, as you sat alone at a lunch table, you were surprised when Satoru walked over and plopped down across from you. “Mind if I join?” she asked casually, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

You looked up, blinking in surprise. “Uh, sure,” you stammered, your heart racing a bit. You hadn’t expected her to seek you out like this.

Satoru settled into her seat, grabbing her lunch and opening it with a nonchalant air. “So, how’s it going? Did those girls leave you alone?”

You nodded, still trying to process her sudden friendliness. “Yeah, they haven’t bothered me since. Thanks to you.”

Satoru shrugged, tearing into her sandwich. “Yeah, well, don’t mention it. I just don’t like bullies. They’re annoying.”

As the days went by, Satoru’s gestures of friendship continued. She started including you in conversations with her friends, Suguru and Shoko, who were initially puzzled but soon warmed up to you.

You found yourself laughing and chatting with them, something you hadn’t experienced in years. For the first time in a long while, you felt included and accepted. At lunch, you no longer had to sit alone; instead, you were part of a group, contributing to the lively conversations and enjoying the camaraderie.

One afternoon, as the bell rang for lunch, you walked with Satoru to her table. She glanced over at you, her expression more genuine than before. “You know, you’re not as annoying as I thought you’d be,” she said with a smirk.

You chuckled, feeling a warmth in your chest. “Thanks. I guess you’re not as bad as I thought either.”

Satoru rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t argue. As you all settled into your usual seats, Suguru nudged you with a grin. “Looks like you’ve gotten Satoru to like you. Welcome.”

Shoko nodded in agreement. “Yeah, and that’s a rare thing to do.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of belonging you hadn’t felt in a long time. “I really appreciate it. All of you.”

As lunch continued, the conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself caught up in the laughter and banter. For the first time in years, you weren’t alone, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Thanks to Satoru’s unexpected friendship, you were finally part of something, and it felt good.

As the days turned into weeks, Satoru’s initial annoyance shifted into something more unsettling. It became increasingly apparent that you were no longer the school’s outcast. Your presence at Satoru’s table and your growing social circle had changed how others perceived you. Classmates who once ignored you were now engaging with you, and some even seemed interested in getting close.

Satoru noticed it during lunch one day. You were surrounded by a small group of students, laughing and chatting animatedly. A few guys from the senior class, who had previously shown little interest in you, were now vying for your attention, offering compliments and trying to make small talk.

Her irritation bubbled beneath the surface. She watched from across the table, her usually cool demeanor slightly strained as she bit into her sandwich, her eyes narrowed. The sight of you smiling and chatting with these new admirers gnawed at her. To her, it seemed like a parade of fake, insincere people trying to latch onto you.

“That’s just great,” Satoru muttered under her breath, her annoyance palpable. “Look at them all, pretending to care.”

Suguru, who was sitting next to her, glanced over with a raised eyebrow. “What’s got you so worked up?”

“Nothing,” Satoru snapped, though her eyes stayed fixed on you. “Just don’t like seeing people act all fake.”

Suguru followed her gaze and smirked. “Looks like you’re not the only one with a reputation to maintain. Guess [Name] is getting some attention now.”

Satoru’s jaw tightened. “Yeah, well, they’re all just trying to use her for their own gain. It’s annoying.”

Later that day, as you walked down the hall, a group of students gathered around you, laughing and chatting as they walked alongside. Satoru trailed behind, her mood growing darker. It was clear to her that these people were just interested in you because of the new attention you were getting.

She caught up with you and your group, her presence commanding attention as she approached. “Hey,” she said coolly, cutting into the conversation. “Got a minute?”

You looked up, slightly taken aback by her sudden appearance. “Oh, hey, Satoru. What’s up?”

“Just thought I’d take you away from this circus,” Satoru said, her tone laced with irritation. She placed a hand on your shoulder and started steering you away from the group. “These people are just annoying and fake. Let’s go somewhere quieter.”

You glanced back at the group, who watched with a mix of confusion and curiosity. “Um, okay…”

As you followed Satoru down the hall, she kept her grip firm, her annoyance barely concealed. She led you to a quieter spot in the school, away from prying eyes.

Once you were alone, she turned to you, her expression serious. “You know, all those people who suddenly want to talk to you are just using you to boost their own status. They don’t actually care about you.”

You frowned, taken aback by her bluntness. “I didn’t realize it was that bad. I just thought they were being friendly.”

Satoru shook her head, her frustration evident. “They’re not friends. They’re just fake. The only person who genuinely cares about you is me. I don’t like seeing you with all these people who don’t really matter.”

You looked at her, a mix of confusion and concern in your eyes. “Satoru, I appreciate your concern, but I’m just trying to fit in and make friends. Isn’t that okay?”

Satoru’s gaze softened slightly, but her tone remained firm. “I don’t want you getting hurt by people who don’t really care. You should be careful who you trust.”

You took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to say what had been weighing on your mind. "Satoru, you’re being really weird about this. I appreciate what you’ve done, but I don’t think we should be friends anymore."

Satoru’s frustration built, her usually controlled demeanor cracked. She turned sharply to face you, her eyes blazing with anger. “You know what? You think you can just waltz around with all these new friends and admirers?” she snapped. “You were a nobody before, just a loser, and now look at you. Annoying and pathetic.”

You flinched at her harsh words, your eyes widening in shock. “Satoru, I—”

“Let me finish,” Satoru cut you off, her voice rising. “I’m the one who made you popular. I stuck my neck out for you, and now you’re enjoying the spotlight, thinking you’ve changed. But let me tell you something—once a loser, always a loser. This popularity isn’t going to last. People will forget about you, and soon enough, you’ll be back to where you started.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes as you struggled to process her harsh words. “But… but I thought—”

Satoru’s expression softened, though her tone remained sharp. “If you stay with me, though, you won’t have to worry about that. I can make sure you stay in the spotlight, popular and admired. All you have to do is stay by my side.”

The weight of her words hit you hard, and a tear slipped down your cheek. “Why… why are you saying all this?”

Satoru’s gaze was intense, her frustration mingling with an unsettling sense of possessiveness. “Because you belong to me. And if you want to stay relevant, you need to stay where you belong—with me. All this attention you’re getting now? It’ll disappear if you try to do it on your own.”

Your shoulders trembled, and a sob escaped you despite your efforts to stay composed. Satoru watched as the tears flowed freely, her face a mix of satisfaction and something darker.

“Stop crying,” she said, her voice softer but still commanding. “It’s not worth your tears. Just remember, you need me to keep everything from falling apart.”

As you stood there, tears streaming down your face, the harsh reality of Satoru’s words sunk in. The promise of popularity seemed inseparable from the demand for your loyalty, and you were left feeling more isolated than ever.

Satoru’s gaze softened as she watched you sob uncontrollably. Her anger was momentarily overshadowed by a sense of twisted satisfaction. She took a deep breath, composing herself as she approached you.

“Are you going to stay with me?” she asked, her tone almost gentler now. “Are you going to let me help you stay popular and keep everyone else away?”

Through your tears, you managed a shaky nod, unable to form words. The weight of her words and the prospect of being alone were too overwhelming.

A satisfied grin spread across Satoru’s face. “Good girl,” she murmured. She gently lifted your chin with her fingers, tilting your head up to meet her gaze.

Before you could react, Satoru leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. The kiss was tender but carried a possessive edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’ll never be alone,” she said softly, her voice laced with a twisted sense of reassurance. “As long as you’re with me, you’ll always have a place where you belong.”

She pulled you into a warm embrace, holding you close. Her touch was both comforting and controlling, a promise of security intertwined with her need to keep you by her side.

As you clung to her, the tears began to subside, replaced by a strange mix of relief and unease. Satoru’s hold was firm, and the sense of isolation you’d felt seemed to dissipate, replaced by an unsettling dependence on her presence.

Satoru held you tightly, her fingers gently stroking your hair. After a moment, she pulled back slightly, looking into your tear-streaked face. “You know,” she began, a strange excitement dancing in her eyes, “I was planning to bring this up later, but it seems like now is the perfect time.”

You looked at her, confusion mingling with your sadness. “What do you mean?”

Satoru’s smile widened, her grip on your shoulders tightening slightly. “From now on, you’re my girlfriend. It’s not just about keeping you popular. It’s about us being together.”

Your eyes widened in shock, and you opened your mouth to protest, to say something—anything—but before you could utter a word, Satoru laughed, a light, almost playful sound that contrasted sharply with the seriousness of her declaration.

“You don’t get a choice in this,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re my girlfriend now. Got it?”

The finality of her words hit you like a punch to the gut. The tears that had been subsiding started flowing again, and you sobbed even harder, burying your face into her shoulder. “Satoru, I—”

“Shh,” she soothed, her hand running through your hair again. “It’s okay. You’re mine now, and I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry about anything else.”

You sniffled, the overwhelming sense of helplessness washing over you. Deep down, you knew you couldn’t do anything but accept her claim. Fighting back seemed impossible, and the fear of being alone was too much to bear.

As you clung to her, sobbing into her shoulder, Satoru’s embrace tightened, her possessiveness clear. “There, there,” she murmured softly, her lips brushing against your ear. “You’re a good girl for listening. And don’t forget—you’ll never be alone again.”

You felt another wave of tears welling up, the reality of your situation crashing down on you. You sobbed harder, your body trembling as you buried your face into her shoulder, feeling utterly trapped.

“It’s okay,” Satoru cooed, her grip tightening around you. “It’s not so bad. You’ll see. You’ll never be alone again. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Her words were like a cruel mockery of your deepest fears and desires. You knew you couldn’t do anything but accept this twisted relationship, the power she held over you too overwhelming to resist. As you continued to cry, Satoru’s satisfaction was evident in the way she held you, a smile on her lips.

Despite the overwhelming fear and helplessness, a small part of you found a twisted sense of comfort in her words, knowing that she would indeed keep you from being alone.

And so, with a heavy heart and tear-filled eyes, you accepted your fate, knowing that Satoru was now an inescapable part of your life.

sorry if she was too mean, I got caught up in the moment lol .. I’m writing something fluffier with yan!fem!gojo again so dw !!

Also, im on my computer so sorry if the spacing weird ..

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The Story of Salahaldin Ahmad Khalil Hor and His Family: A Journey of Struggle and Hope

Hello everyone

I am Salahaldin Ahmad Khalil Hor, 38 years old, and a father of three daughters. My life and the lives of my family have changed drastically because of the war, and I am writing to you today hoping for your support and assistance during this difficult time.

My Family

My family consists of five members: my wife, Sundus (34 years old), and my daughters, Maria (10 years old), Farah (8 years old), and Maryam (3 years old). We used to live a simple life filled with hope and ambition.

The Beginning of the Crisis

When the war broke out, we had to leave our home in the north. The family was split, with half of us staying in the north, suffering from famine and displacement, while the other half moved to the south. But even in the south, we were not safe. The house we sought refuge in was bombed, and Maria and Maryam were injured by shrapnel.

Daily Challenges

I studied accounting and obtained a master's degree in accounting and finance, aiming to advance my career and achieve my personal aspirations. However, the war prevented me from completing my thesis and destroyed my dreams of development. Our home was completely destroyed due to this brutal war. I lived in Belgium for six months, but I chose to return voluntarily to be with my daughters and not leave them alone in this ordeal.

hope and Prayer

Now, I am searching for a shelter for my family and me. My greatest wish is to reunite with my daughters and wife and start a new life together. We seek your help to overcome this ordeal and return to our normal lives. We need your support to provide medical care for our family members, continue our education, and build a better future.

A Call to Humanity

Please, I need to raise the necessary funds to leave the country and save my small family. Your support will be the hope we need to start anew, far from war and destruction. Any help you can offer, whether financial or moral, will make a significant difference in our lives. We ask you to share our story and help us raise the funds needed to evacuate to a safe place and find peace.

From the depths of our hearts, we thank you for any support you provide. We will never forget your kindness and generosity in these difficult times.

Thank you,

Salahaldin Ahmad Khalil Hor