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death is the only end for us — chapter ii. imaginary

pairing: yandere!satoru gojo x fem!reader

sumary: Discussions about the past bring out an important revelation, [Y/N] will not surrender, she is willing to destroy everyone in her path to prove her innocence, even Satoru.

warnings: angst, threats, mentions of death, humiliation, yandere thoughts, spoilers from the main story.

word count: 2265.

more information about the history: here.

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AND BY PLANTING MISTRUST, LOVE WILL COOL DOWN, GIVE WAY TO HATRED AND RESENTMENT. There is no way to mend a broken glass, when you put the pieces together, the cracks and scars of the breakage will be there forever, the glass will break again if you fill it with water. There is no way to mend the heart of someone who has already been betrayed or abandoned.

After ten years forced to live in ostracism you have learned that curses are not as bad as the wizards say they are. Curses are predictable, they obey the primitive instinct to kill humans and devour each other for more power, they have no filters, they are direct in what they set out to do. But people are not, people are cunning, people deceive, people betray, people change, people are not what they appear or say they are, and above all, no person can be trusted. Father, mother, brother, friend or stranger, it is the nature of human beings not to be trusted.

You have learned the hard way that you cannot trust anyone. No matter how well you think you know someone, you really don't know how much someone can change in a day, maybe even in ten years. It was a long ten years living a miserable life, hunted like an animal for slaughter across three continents, you saw and experienced many things, but nothing surprised you more than the falseness of the human being.

However, there is a proverb that says that the prey will kill the predator. In the game Gō the winner is the one who has the most pieces on the board, however it is not as simple as it seems, you need to knock down the opponent's houses if you want to ensure victory, because as in the animal kingdom there is no draw, only the strongest will prevail, the one who is able to continue living. It is a game of survival, but it is also a mental game, you beat the enemy destroying what he worked hard to build, you take his place and eliminate him. Satoru and you are adversaries in this battle. He vehemently believes that victory is his, but the foundation of the houses he plays with are as fragile as a house made on the sand of the beach, and like Gō's board, you will knock down all the pieces that hold him up.

He approaches you with a smug smile, there is no escape, it is only you on this empty hill, there are no trees you can use to hide, yet there is no way and no reason to hide when the Six Eyes search for you. You stop walking away and accept that there is no other option but to stand still, he seems pleased with your decision, the smile on his face widens. However, you will never surrender.

"I don't..." Disappointment tries to swallow your words, but you swallow your tears and face Satoru with clenched fists. "I'm not willing to give up my freedom just yet."

He takes a wrong turn with your words, to his ears they are just childish statements, but you are a human being and it is your nature to insist even when things seem impossible. The man in front of you falls into laughter and wipes away a tear that has run down the corner of his eye, it is annoying to see him mocking you, but to Satoru Gojo all people were such idiots that they were worthy of pity, and you were no exception.

"You act like you're a heroine from a light novel, that's hilarious." Satoru teases you with a smug smile on his face, you struggle to keep your cool, but a vein pops out on your forehead. "Seriously! Look at that pose! A great actress." He measures you from top to bottom. "Of our old group, you're the only one who keeps acting like a pre-teen, always wanting to prove to others that you're a martyr, it's ridiculous, don't you see?" He shoves one of his hands into his pocket and takes out a black blindfold and puts it over his eyes. "You have become such a pathetic person that it is hard to believe that you were considered a threat. Man, you killed civilians for nothing, I never understood the motives behind it, but honestly? I don't understand how we came to have anything, for a moment I even thought of you as an equal, but even Suguru did better in the villain role than you."

You are startled by those hostile words, he had never been so mean to you before, you even thought he would have some mercy for your bestie dying, but as usual you are expecting too much from Satoru Gojo. You never wanted to be a martyr, but there is some truth behind such hostility, the way you have behaved all this time as if you were being wrongly accused. Your hands have been dripping blood since the moment you were accused and the lives you took will haunt you until the day you die, but the people who died that night were not innocent and they were not civilians either, and the person who killed them was not you. You have put up with it all quietly, but this time you are determined to make a mess of it, as in gō, you will surround your enemies and let them fall alone.

"You're not entirely wrong." You admit waving your index finger towards him, mimicking his smug smile, I straighten my posture and take a step forward. "But I'm not the same girl you knew."

"Really? You still look like an idiot to me."

"Eh." You mutter amidst his debauched laughter. "The difference between the 18-year-old [Y/N] and the 28-year-old [Y/N] is: she doesn't mind crushing every ant that crosses her path."

You raise your hand towards his face and abruptly close it, making him take a step back, you laugh dryly and dullly, it's comforting to know that you're still able to mess with his head.

"Get out of my way, Gojo, before I crush you too." You threaten him, your will like a sharp sword about to slash his throat, he frowns and you step forward. "Don't tell me you don't know why no one had the courage to come to me." You watch his hesitation to give you an answer, but before he can say anything, you hold up your index finger to get him to shut up and listen, "Looks like you're the idiot here."

You place your hands together behind your body and lean forward, he is very close at this point, so you stand face to face, you feel the hesitation in his posture, his right foot goes back a step and a half before he steadies himself. You make no point of hiding your evil intentions beneath an innocent smile, the intent to kill is obvious, but it only comes from one side. Satoru may be many things, but you doubt he would kill you before he could experience the torture of the court again, he likes to play with his fangs and that would be his downfall. The moment he realises something is wrong, his hand comes towards your neck like lightning, however she is unable to touch you. The sky blue eyes shine in fury and you can't contain your laughter, it's not a genuine laughter, you just couldn't miss the moment to debauch his innocence.

"What have you done?!"

The scenery around you begins to change. The once bright and colourful landscape of the hill turns into a hostile, cold and gloomy environment, the welcoming atmosphere has become inhospitable, the peace you provided was false, as you had said earlier it is just an imaginary space. Satoru knows it is too late, however you give him the chance to move, and he approaches to attack me, but to his despair the distance between you is still the same, as if he cannot reach you, he is stuck in your trap, and you are waiting for him to place the piece on the board that will make him fall into ruins.

"What kind of cheap trick is that?!" He shouts in exaltation, unable to touch you, his steady footsteps crunch the frozen grass making an annoying creaking noise, he seems in a hurry. "What have you done to me?"

"That's not the right question, darling, try again." You reply in a playful voice and make the distance between you disappear, you grab his cheeks and lower his head so you can pull the blindfold off. "That looks really ugly on you, it makes you look like you have no forehead." You throw the piece of cloth on the ground, it's hard to believe that someone as vain as him chose to wear an accessory that would devalue his beauty so much, is that kind of thing fashionable in Japan? You would like to know.

"DAMN. [Y/N]!"

"Hm?!"

"What the hell is that?" He insists.

"You must be wondering why the Six Eyes don't recognise what's happening now, right?" He nods for you to continue explaining. "It's because you're not seeing anything, really. You taught me that for the Six Eyes to work, you need to see things around you, and okay, I know you can perceive the world on an atomic level, but I'm inside your head and not in front of you, got it? Or do you want me to draw?"

You tap your index finger on his temple and watch his eyes grow larger, it is satisfying to see him like this, for years you have kept a vow to Master Tengen not to use his true cursed technique for your own benefit, but you no longer have any connection to him, let alone the school. You cannot allow yourself to be the person who is passed over. You feel sweat drip down your hand, but it's not yours, rambling made you forget that you were still holding Satoru pinned in your hands.

"My cursed technique is called ████, by the way." You whisper, it's the first time you hesitate to tell Satoru something, you slowly back away until your hands can no longer touch him. "You must know what it means."

Satoru's skin turns as pale as paper, nostrils dilated and hairs standing on end, like an animal on alert, you would like to laugh and mock him as unassumingly as he did you, but you would not be satisfied with scaring him even more, you are not like that. You gather up a snowflake and the landscape has started to change again, this time it has started to crack, as if you were inside an old television full of static, living through a film locked in a stormy day.

Melancholy suddenly takes over you, you let out the air trapped in your lungs and watch the smoke of hot air, he's right when he says you're still a dumb teenager with childish aspirations. You turn your back and walk towards the "exit door" of the illusion you created to trap him, but before you go, you look at him over your shoulder, Satoru is staring at you with a weird look, clenched fists are at the side of his body, one leg is in front of the other as if he wants to come to you, but there is something holding him, only this time it's not you who holds him.

"When I disappear you will regain consciousness, I recommend you look around and be careful." You give him a weak smile and nod. "We will see each other again."

Satoru watches you enter a doorway of light that disappeared as soon as you stepped through it. His hands are sweaty and burning, nails are digging into his palm, blood drips down the spans of his fingers, it wasn't the first time an opponent had played a trick on him, but it's been so many since it happened he's forgotten how bad it feels to be tricked. A vein popped on his forehead and he began to laugh nervously as the word 'tricked' came to his mind, not much can be expected of you, you are clever and slippery as jelly, if he is not careful you will slip like sand or blood between his fingers.

"Bitch!" He roars exhausted and slaps his own forehead.

The space in which Satoru was trapped crumbled in a magical pass as he surged, soon the sound of horns and car tyres singing on the tarmac pierced his ears, regaining consciousness he hurriedly climbed onto the pavement. You dumped him in the middle of a busy avenue, it's your nature to play tricks on people, no matter how serious, you're the kind of childish person who would put a bucket full of water on the door to wet the first inattentive person who walked by. Drivers drove past him cursing and grumbling, but he didn't give a shit, his thoughts focused elsewhere, someone else.

- "We will see each other again" Satoru repeated and looked up at the sky, it was daylight a few minutes ago, no? He wondered if you could mess with time too and laughed bitterly, then brought his hand up to his face and covered his eyes, maybe nothing was impossible for you and Satoru resented that. "I hope so, but..." He paused before admitting to himself. "You have to pay for leaving me."

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━ to be continued; ﹢ ⌑ ﹒

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death is the only end for us — chapter i. the bird.

pairing: yandere!satoru gojo x fem!reader

sumary: The news about Suguru's disastrous death shakes [Y/N], Gojo convinces her to return home to bury him. However, [Y/N] is unable to see that Gojo's real intentions are darker than she imagines.

warnings: angst, description of blood and death body, threats, mentions of death, suicidal thoughts, spoilers from the main story.

word count: 2829.

more information about the history: here.

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SOMETIMES WE SEE A DEAD BIRD LYING ON THE GROUND. Sometimes the dead bird is you or someone you love. You believe that no one else is capable of deceiving you at this point of the championship, yet the words of the man in front of you sounded like the purest falsehood to your ears, but your heart and the part of you that knew him knew that those words were not lies. The dead bird lying on the ground beneath your feet was Suguru Geto, your best friend.

Last month you talked face to face and he told you about his plans for Christmas and New Year. You would meet during the January holidays or in February for the Brazilian carnival, you would like to show him the hustle and bustle of downtown Rio de Janeiro, take him to Sapucaí, to enjoy together as you used to do every year since you ran away. But your plans were thwarted by his death and you had nothing left, no one you could trust, the person who took care of you all those years was gone and took with him the hopes of one day returning home without people seeing you as a monster or a traitor.

You let go of Satoru's t-shirt and fall to the ground on your knees, your heart breaks into millions of pieces that you don't think you will be able to put back together again, tears flow incessantly but you don't make a single noise. You place your hand on your chest and lean forward until your face touches the rough pavement floor, you open your mouth to scream but there is no strength in you to do so, you feel only a bitter taste of defeat in your mouth.

You pour the sadness encased within you onto the pavement and still it doesn't seem enough. Gojo's arms surround you and lift you up, and wrap you in a tight embrace, the loss wasn't just yours but his too, for that reason you don't back down, you just cry against his chest like there's no tomorrow. You wonder if he cried when his best friend died, you wonder where he was when it happened, you wonder why he didn't save you and you can't help but think that if you were by his side things might have been different. Now there is only half of you in this horrible world and the other has most likely been turned to ashes.

You leave the comfort of that embrace and wipe your tears with the sleeve of your dress, you look from side to side not knowing exactly where to look, you are lost and confused, you want to go back in time and hear Suguru's voice again, with this thought wandering through your mind tears flood your eyes again, Gojo holds your face and makes you face his. He looks calm, but there's a storm about to rain down in his eyes, he's trying hard to calm you down, uselessly.

"I'm sorry." He wails from the bottom of his selfish heart and rubs his thumb over her wet cheek. "But you need to go home, he's waiting for you for... you know... the funeral..."

You raise your eyebrows wide-eyed. So it hasn't been long since it happened, you conclude. You pick up the portrait you accidentally dropped on the floor when making that scene and shrug, remorse crashing over you like a bucket of cold water, rattling your entire body with an icy chill. You feel a friendly hand hold your shoulder, but right now it felt as oppressive as the pain you felt in your chest.

"How long has it been?" you question, unable to accept Suguru's death, you glance at Satoru out of the corner of your eye and his face turns grim again. "Who did this to him?"

There weren't many people in the world who could get close enough to hurt Suguru Geto, two of them were here, you and Satoru, you wonder how many powerful wizards have emerged since your departure and condemn yourself for choosing to remain oblivious to the world you are a part of. You weren't dumb, you knew that Suguru could seem like a bad person to anyone who didn't know him and that his sour personality wasn't to everyone's liking, so you deduced that he would be an enemy; and his enemy was your enemy too.

"It was me." Satoru answered without hesitation making you freeze. "Two days ago."

A dry, snapping sound echoes through the street drawing the attention of the curious, you slap his face hard enough to leave a mark on his cheek and take his balance away, you have no idea where you got the courage to do it, but you did. Your hand is tingling, the guilt leaves your body and gives way to hatred that ignites in your soul like a spark that falls on a pile of straw and spreads dangerously, the cursed energy dormant inside you begins to overflow and makes the air thin, almost impossible to breathe, the people who passed by on the street start to feel sick and Satoru stares at you in despair. You could kill everyone right now, but your target wasn't innocent people, it was the giant snowman in front of you. You prepare to punch him with all my strength, however he holds your hand, a shockwave rushes down to the ground and the concrete above your feet cracks on impact, you hear the frightened people comment and turn away from the scene, but no you don't care. Your whole body is shaking from the anger.

"How dare you come here and tell me it was you who killed him?" you question him, the words came out so fast and with such anger, you don't care that you spat at him, you move your arms violently and pull the hand he was still holding. Finally, you face him with eyes full of hateful tears. "You came to kill me too?! Is that it? You're going to kill all the people you say you love?"

A deadly silence settles between you during the trip back to Japan. No matter how many times you remember the outcome of the conversation, the answers you heard were disturbing enough to keep you over twelve hours of flying completely silent. Everything is wrong, you don't know why you agreed to go back with Satoru with the possibility of being killed at any moment, maybe because you wanted to say goodbye to your best friend, however you realized that you've really only come this far because you lost all attachment you felt for your life the moment you learned that Geto died at Gojo's hands. You want to die with him.

You hate him for killing Geto. More so because he told you there was no choice. There was a choice and he made it, he killed him. You weren't able to look at him after your conversation, all the things he said after that went in one ear and out the other, you don't want to know how many innocent people died that night, and how many more could have died if he hadn't done what he did, you want to spend the holiday with my best friend, complain about his mediocre life and listen to him talk about his daughters and his new friends, about his achievements and about his dreams.

Suguru and you had a funny dream that you, the villains, would find a happy ending together. Him doing whatever he wanted to do with the non-wizards and you going back to the cosiness of your old home, with my family, consisting of your elder sister and your nephews. Sadly, only one of pits survived to fulfil this dream, you smile darkly at the thought. No, you are not fulfilling this dream, because you are still seen as a villain, and you will never be able to see your family again, because the only person who fought for your innocence was killed by the man who never believed in you.

You were sent to the place where the burial would be through a teleportation spell, no one knows you're back after all, the spell leaves you so bewildered that you're surprised the moment you realise what this place is; the hill where Suguru and you killed the first special grade curse together. It's an important place for both of you - for you - there are traces of the cursed energy of both of you everywhere, some fight marks remain on the trees and grass, the flowers that usually grow in the valley are buried by the thick layer of snow, but it's a pleasant sight nonetheless. The bare, dry, twisted tree at the top of the hill on the other hand is a morbid sight, it looks like it died recently too. So does it.

You approach the tree and finger the phrase carved into the aiaigasa-shaped wooden trunk "Sugu + [Y/N] friends forever". A weak involuntary smile is present on your tired countenance, you were not in love with each other, but at some points in your life you regret choosing Gojo as your partner at the time, you were genuinely happy, even though your relationship had a disastrous end. And you think he knows that you regret choosing him. Maybe he regrets choosing you too, you would never judge him if he told you.

Watching the tree you are able to see the ghosts of his past. The young Suguru and young [Y/N] lying on the grass dirty with blood and dirt, they are looking at the sky and then at each other and start laughing, the young [Y/N] turns sideways and rests her face on her hand to face her best friend, you two are talking about some teenage bullshit, he wanted to be a hero and you wanted to be an ordinary person. It breaks your heart to know that neither of you got what you wanted; he became a curse user and you became a mercenary.

You leave your daydreams when you hear twigs cracking under someone's feet. You spin under your heels and frown as you see Satoru with a body covered by a sheet in his arms, you had a switchblade hidden in the sleeve of your jacket, ready to shove into the intruder's neck, but to your chagrin the intruder was only the gravedigger. You admit it was hard for you to see him holding the corpse of your best friend, you can't go to the morgue because in theory you are still an escapee so you can't see the state the body is in before we come here, you feel a lurch in your stomach as the smell of blood and decay reaches your nose. Gojo places the body on the grass and looks at you with the shovel already over his shoulder.

"I'm going to go dig. In the meantime you can say goodbye, I just don't recommend taking the sheet off, the sight won't be very pleasant." He warns and the message sends shivers down your spine, you look away from the body and feel like crying again, Satoru places his hand on your shoulder but quickly removes it after your threatening look. "Sorry."

You kneel beside the corpse and even with the warnings remove the sheet, you kept in mind that if you couldn't face him you could never get over the loss, the image of his perfect face would forever be in your memory and make you cry more than necessary, if there is an exact amount of tears to be shed.

You feel the bile rise up in your throat as you see his partially destroyed body, there is an arm missing, it seems to have been torn off violently by a powerful force, his face is also destroyed on the right side, you wonder how Satoru had the courage to leave him like that and come to the conclusion that maybe it wasn't him who really killed Geto. You shake your head in fear thinking too much, there was no plausible reason for him to lie about Suguru's death, and you doubt he would cover up for his best friend's killer, because to him no one is above Suguru. You wonder how Nanako and Mimiko, his daughters, are doing, do they know their father is dead? Did Satoru tell them?

You hold Geto's hand and it is cold and stiff, his whole body is, you open it and lean it against your face, he used to hold your face whenever you wanted to cry. You shed tears on it and hold back the sobs, you are afraid of what your life will be like from now on, what your life will be like without him, you will never get a call from him again, you will never be able to see him smile, the more you think about it the more tears fall.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." You beg for his forgiveness and grab the corpse hoping he will wake up from his eternal sleep and hold you, but nothing happens, you let out a strangled scream and swing the corpse without stopping. "I can't stand being alone anymore... please... please... don't leave me..."

Satoru finished digging the grave and waited patiently under the tree until you stopped crying and kept quiet, you don't know if out of respect, pity or a mixture of the two, but you were thankful that he didn't address you or make any unfortunate comments. Before handing Suguru to him, you give a kiss on his forehead, Satoru was extremely annoyed, you whisper a few words in the deceased's ear and then the wounds on his body disappeared and the missing arm grew back, from bones to flesh, for an instant you could swear he was alive, for even the colour of his skin was back to how it was before. You would never let Suguru be buried looking that horrible and believe me he knew that only you could do that.

Then you linked your hands together in front of your chest with your eyes closed and let the cursed energy inside you flow into the frozen grass to the heavens. The snow disappeared and the sky opened up, spring descended and the sun appeared on the horizon announcing the arrival of dawn, the flowers on the hill blossomed, and the birds sang again, the once dead tree came back to life, the flowers and fruits were born even brighter than they used to be. The hill filled with life once more, as if winter had never come.

"Like in the world?!" Satoru exclaimed stunned, and you stood up slowly with the body in your arms, you stared at each other in silence for a minute before you handed it to him. "Looks like Suguru was right when he said you could fix anything, even death." He laughs in a sinister way.

"!!!"

You say nothing but your expression said it all; you feared that your secrets would be discovered by this person, the truth about your true nature was something that no one in this world should know, it doesn't seem that Satoru knows anything but the chance that Suguru might have let something slip in his last moments makes you distressed. You remain silent as Satoru buries him and walks down the hill to pick some flowers to leave over the grave. You return to the tree and now there is only a rectangular mark in the earth, there is no plaque saying Suguru Geto lies buried here; no, there is only a tree, a handful of flowers and two idiots here.

"He wanted you to be buried here because he said you could bring life back to this place." Gojo reaches out to pick up a rose petal that danced in the air, before crumpling it and releasing it for the wind to carry again. "I guess he was right."

"Not entirely." You interrupt him without intending to, in fact you could make the sky open up and flowers bloom in the middle of winter, but just that, you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear and look away. "I can't resurrect anyone, before you want to nail me as Christ, that's temporary, an imaginary space. It's not real."

"It looks pretty real to me." He retorts dismissively as he pats the tree trunk, you roll your eyes.

"It'll let it be at some point. It's not real."

"Like the people you killed?" you feel a shiver run down your spine as you see Satoru's shadow approach you, you turn towards him abruptly and stumble, you take a few steps backwards in order to increase the distance between you but he continues to approach. "It's time to pay for what you've done."

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━ to be continued; ﹢ ⌑ ﹒

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death is the only end for us — interlude: this is how it begins.

n o t e s: I accidentally posted the interlude one early morning when I was correcting the grammar errors, but I deleted it, sorry. 😵‍💫 I confess I'm rusty, but I'm happy to write again, I you enjoy this story. ❤️

pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader

sumary: [Y/N] is at a restaurant with her best friend, but she is stuck in her own thoughts when a ghost from her past resurfaces: her former boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, the man who has been searching for her for almost a decade has finally found her.

warnings: angst, description of blood, the reader is intimidated by Satoru, threats, mentions of death, spoilers from the main story.

word count: 3060.

more information about the history: here.

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HUMAN LIFE IS LIKE THE DEW AT DAWN OR A BUBBLE RISING THROUGH WATER. Transitory. But Master Tengen endures unchanged through the centuries like the mountains that never shake, but will remain forever.... well, that's what everyone — including you — believed until that fateful day.

If you close your eyes you see stains and splashes of hot blood on the concrete, the green leaves and the characteristic blue and white uniform of the wizarding college I attended in my youth. If you close your eyes you feel the air missing from your lungs and your heart stop beating, the morning coffee churning in your stomach and rising back up your throat along with the bile, the cold sweat collecting on your forehead and back and armpits. If you close your eyes relive that disaster, that shadow that haunts you in my nightmares.

For that reason you've stopped closing your eyes, because you've stopped living in the past. Or maybe you are just running away, like you ran away that day.

You look outside the glass of the restaurant where you are with your friend Susana, your face is reflected in the glass, but you are able to observe other people walking and stumbling on the small step of the pavement outside. You would like to warn those people who are tripping to pay special attention to that step. You yourself tripped over it many times before you sat down at this table in front of the window and realised it existed. You wonder how many people have seen you stumble and it makes your cheeks ache from the urge to laugh, not because it's funny but because you feel ashamed of the lack of attention you had at the time.

Susana snaps her fingers in front of your face to get your attention, you look at her and her golden eyes are clenched and her blonde eyebrows are so close together you could swear they've turned into a monocle, you smile at her but your strange and suspicious expression is still here. Just now she was telling you about an art exhibition happening tonight and that the artist, the star of the event, is none other than the landlord of the hostel you have recently stayed at.

"What did you say?" You sigh and rest your forehead on the window pane, not looking at Susana, waiting for her to roll her eyes as she explains it all to you again, in the smallest detail, even if you already know what she has to say, her lovely voice is a comfort to your ears and your shaken mind.

"You need to open up to me more, [Y/N]." Susana's unexpected response makes you distressed and uneasy, so you are forced to look at her, and she looks back at you, her once wary gaze now looked worried and weary. "You stand there all melancholy looking at nothing and you don't listen to me or tell me what's going on."

"Does that bother you?" Unconsciously you diverted your attention to the cup on the table, you had forgotten what it was like to have a friend, just as you forgot that you might be nothing more than a mere stranger to this person with you. Just a stranger with whom she travels on business.

"Obviously it bothers me." She slams her hands on the table and moves towards you, but backs away when you step back and sighs. "I mean... It doesn't bother me. But think of me too, do you know how distressing it is to realise that your friend isn't well, but you can't do anything to help her because you don't know what's going on in her head?"

Her words hit your stomach like a punch. You've been in her shoes. That is what you would like to say, yes. However, the skeletons you buried earlier could not be dug up, for you built a foundation on top of them, a concrete tombstone so they would never come out of there. You swallow the things you would really like to speak and hold her hands and look into her worried eyes again.

"There's nothing inside my head." You smile and caress the back of her hands with your thumb. "I'm fine, and I'm sorry for not being thoughtful, I just..." You tilt your head for a moment to think of something, anything that might convince her, but your mind goes blank.

"Just...?"

Susana's voice becomes intelligible for a instant, maybe a second or two, but enough to distract you again. The bell at the entrance of the restaurant tinkles and someone walks through the glass and varnished cedar wood door, however it wasn't just anyone, no. It was someone you knew long ago, one of the skeletons buried and sealed in the foundation of your brain, a colleague, a friend, a love, a ghost, a memory that has aged like wine; attractive and appetizing, with the ability to warp your senses and poison your mind; someone who capable of making you sick and intoxicated just by using their mouth. Susana looked in the direction you were looking and by instinct, you grab her hands, and tape her, distressed. Your heart beats uncompassionately inside your chest and you tremble and fear, fear that he might see you and hear you and recognize your heartbeats, and you know that he might, because he knows you as he knows himself.

"Susana..." You whisper and lower your head, using her body to conceal your figure, "Su-"

"What?" She exclaimed in doubt and you place your index finger over your lips quickly, her expression was confused, however she was no fool not to notice something was wrong, so she lowered her tone. "What happened?"

"My ex boyfriend is here." You speak in between.

"Bullshit! Who? Where is he?" she lifts her head and looks to and fro, indiscreet and direct, like a giant lighthouse in the middle of the sea in a storm. You almost regretted telling her, but it would be even worse if you didn't.

"The tall standard white-haired guy over there." You tilt your chin towards the counter.

"That one?" Susana pointed at a man who should have been old enough to be your father and stared at you in disgust.

Slapping your own forehead you point, this time with your hands together, at the individual one last time. "No, Susana!" You rolled your eyes. "The Japanese! The Japanese guy!"

"AHHH! That guy..." She sighed and laughed nervously, but relieved, and now she wasn't wearing that disgusted expression, on the contrary she looked in awe, much to your dismay. "I always knew you had good taste." She pats you proudly on the shoulder before she could come to her senses. "Wait! That ex?"

"Susana, stop staring!"

You nudge her shoulder and stay low, out of his field of vision, as if it were really possible to be out of his sight. Susana is confused and you wish you could explain in detail why this person posed a threat to her, but your fear of being noticed, if you hadn't already been, was greater than your desire to speak. You open your bag quickly and place a crumpled handful of money on the table next to the cup of cold, untouched coffee, in another occasion you would make a point of asking for the change because your salary wasn't the best, but now to not have to get in line where he is you would rather not have money to eat for the next few weeks.

You get up in a hurry and nod your head to get out of there, but Susana looks at the food on your plate and then at you like a dog that fell off the move, you take a deep breath and turn to leave, and it was like turning around to run into a wall. In front of you was a tall man dressed in expensive clothes, so expensive they must have been worth more than a year's minimum wage salary, you couldn't notice the fancy accessories as your mind collapsed when you realised who was wall in the shape of people. It's him.

You couldn't see his eyes through the dark glasses but the confused expression on his face is quite clear to you, your legs tremble and you take a faltering step back. By reflex you looked at your companion squinting and silently begged her not to do or say anything. You once told her, one of the few things she knows about you, about a boyfriend who didn't handle the breakup well and you've avoided him ever since, and that if he ever showed up, you instructed her to act like you were mere strangers.

"Hello, [Y/N]. Long time no see." Satoru's supposedly friendly words carry the regret of a wretched past, which you both did not come out of unscathed, you feel sorry for him, but your brain, the rational part of you, tells you that neither of you is worthy of pity. Your decisions have led you to this place and you are suffering the consequences of them. "Do I get in the way?" He looked coldly away at the unfinished meal and at Susana, you felt shivers as you watched her lower her head and laugh nervously, he has the ability to intimidate anyone, your friends too.

You've ruined my day, that's what you'd like to shout, but if you did you'd be the crazy one and he'd be the nice guy who accidentally bumped into his ex girlfriend in a restaurant. You swallow your pride and take a deep breath, you make your way around the corridor and pass him, before continuing you hold his arm, you spy his face out of the corner of your eye and let out a breath of air, you and I have a lot to talk about just not here, that's the message you want to get across. You've been hiding for almost a decade, running from the past and the problems that were left behind, and from people especially. This person, in particular.

"Leave her alone." You threaten him, but in a low tone of voice, so only he can hear.

Satoru watches Susana before turning around and coming with you, you don't want him to scare her any more than necessary, you hesitate to go as you don't want to leave her, but after seven years of wandering this lonely world, you knew the time to bury her along with the others would come too. So you cover your face with an empty mask and leave without saying anything to her.

"You didn't say goodbye to your friend." Satoru points to the diner left behind with disdain, he's angry because he thinks you walked in someone you could lean on, and he's not wrong in a way. You knew about his insecurity, his fear of being abandoned, of being without a friend, yet you didn't bother to answer him because it would be a losing battle where you would have to apologise and say there was no one in this world who could replace him, just to soften his big ego, and you wouldn't humiliate yourself or say the words he wants to rip out of you at all costs. "Usually, you are very loud and talkative like a cicada, only now you are not making a peep, you are not freaking out because you failed to hide, you don't even say hello. "

"Please yell at me, just don't be quiet", is what he meant. You grumble and keep walking in silence, it won't make a difference if you shout if he already knows where you are and what you're doing and who you live with. You look up at the evening sky and sigh, there are many people on the street as it is summer in Brazil, the sun is warm but there are remnants of the rain from this morning; the weather was indeed crazy. You walk towards the hotel with your eyes on the ground, afraid of tripping over a step as usually happens when you are with Susana; she is usually the one who tells you where to look and holds you up when you stumble.

Satoru and Susana have a lot in common, they can't read between the lines, they can't see the limits, they want to hear something because they believe there will always be something to be said, but they are there when you stumble to laugh and hold you before you fall. Only there is no comfort in the empty words you will say to them, the past remains, the mistakes and successes we made along the way, the decisions we made, all the consequences of our actions, there is nothing that can be said or done to repair what has been lost. Things are different with Susana because it's the present and she's not attached to things past like he is; although you too would have been upset if your ex boyfriend stabbed you in the back.

You stop and look ahead and across the street is the cheap hostel where Susana and you stayed, there aren't many cars passing by, there are puddles of water on the pavement, the stairs were wet, you remember slipping on it earlier in the week and frown in shame. You plan to take your things and leave without saying anything, it would be better if this loose end was cut off instead of tied up, Susana could continue travelling on her own from now on or who goes home, you have full conviction that her parents will be more reasonable when they know the bad influence is no longer with her and will come and get her or send money. "She'll be fine," you repeat to yourself.

"Why do we stop?" Satoru leans forward and comes face to face with you, you indicate the hotel and he gives an "ah", but before you can keep walking, he grabs your arm and forces you to look into his menacing eyes, now visible as the glasses are slightly down his nose. "Don't try any funny business, or think you can escape."

"I never meant to." You reply with a grim smile, he says nothing, just lets go of your arm and walks away bewildered, it's been many years since you were last this close. "Come on, you've got the Six Eyes, I believe you've honed your technique, heh." You point to your uncovered eyes. "Then there's not much I can do. If you want to keep up with me, that's fine, I don't mind. Just keep your mouth shut while I pack up my stuff."

"I'm staying here." He holds up his hands and you mentally thank him for it, his presence alone was already a nuisance to you, you take the opportunity and leave him talking to himself. "Stay as long as you need."

You stop in the middle of the street and hold the air in my lungs before continuing. You don't say hello to anyone, you passed down the stairs like lightning, not saying a single word and not caring about slipping. Entering the room was a cold shower, you've spent many good nights here and bad nights too. On the messy bed are the two tickets for tonight's exhibition, which Susana and you would go to and where she would explain to you about art. She loves art and dreamed of being an artist before her fingers broke and she could never paint again. Remember how hard it was for her, but you were supportive of each other, you wish you could have healed her fingers when you could, so she could paint again.

You take your things — which were not many — and leave no trace behind, only the smell of the cheap perfume you got for your birthday. Before leaving, you steal a portrait that was on the shelf next to the bed, it belongs to Susana, but you couldn't let it go; without this portrait you wouldn't be able to remember her when you leave.

You feel your cheeks become wet and a tightness in your chest that was familiar as you walk down the stairs. You should have prepared for this moment, you should have been ready to say goodbye, you should have been used to being alone... As soon as you set foot outside the hotel, Satoru looked at you and came running towards you. You feel that he wanted to console you, but backed away when you silently rejected him. You don't want consolation from the person who is tearing everything away from you. He picks up your bag and slung the strap over your shoulder, you stand in an unpleasant silence for a while, until the tears on your face are dried by the cold wind. You stare at him and he's fiddling with his mobile phone or pretending, whatever, it makes no difference to you.

"Why did you come?" You couldn't contain your curiosity. You feel the air suddenly become heavy and his face turns sombre, you've never seen him like this before, you frown and hold on to his blouse with both hands. "What's going on? Why did you come here?" He laughs nervously. "Don't be quiet, you were very talkative just now."

His body is trembling, but it's not the cold that bothers him, whatever he is hiding from you affects him to the extent that it makes him shut up, and Satoru Gojo never shut up, not even when his life was in danger, he laughed and babbled about how strong he was. But now he seems like another person, completely different from the idiot you lived with for three years during high school, an asshole like him doesn't change that easily, he doesn't even mature over the years, he just becomes more haughty. He turns his face towards the floor and bites his lower lip, hesitating to open his beak, your heart racing with distress and you shake him as hard as you can, knocking the glasses off his face. But before you could complain, he opened his mouth to answer you and you didn't know how to react, because it wasn't the answer you expected.

"Suguru Geto is dead."

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Thank you for reading, my angel! <3

[moiyume]

I'll do the past requests, don't worry, I've been away, but I'm back! <3

[moiyume]

death is the only end for us — Jujutsu Kaisen history.

⠀⠀ Your smile is strained and your face is cold

⠀⠀ There's no more comfort on your lips

⠀⠀ The light of the moon shines on a city that is covered in blood

⠀⠀ All these sweet dreams will be torn apart

⠀⠀ Before this night is over

⠀⠀ I wanna tell you: no one will survive

⠀⠀ death is the only end for us⠀

Sumary: After orchestrating a massacre against human civilians and abandoning her ex-boyfriend, [Y/N] disappears without a trace, but the skeletons that were buried in the past are being unearthed. When her ex finds her and breaks the news that the only person who believed in her innocence is dead, her world turns upside down, the life she built after her escape no longer matters. Now [Y/N] must return home and face the people she betrayed and protect herself from those who tried against her life in the past.

→ pairing: Satoru Gojo × fem!reader.

→ jujutsu kaisen fanfic

→ original plot, credit: moiyume

→ status: on going

→ slowburn!!! ex to lovers/enemies to lovers dynamics

Warnings: mental disorders, suicidal ideation, gore, murder, description of blood, mutilation, yandere themes (HARD), torture, physical and psychological violence, Gojo becoming a motherfucker and sick yandere boi, cheating, angst.

Notes: Read the trigger warnings at the head of each chapter and preserve your mental health. Take care of yourself. Do not consume what is bad for you. ‹3

Disclaimer: This is a fiction story. All the events described are the result of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to reality is coincidental. Jujutsu Kaisen belongs to Gege Akutami, the only thing that belongs to me is the plot.

Chapters:

Interlude. [AVALIABLE]

BIRD. [AVALIABLE]

IMAGINARY. [AVALIABLE]

[moiyume]

[id: a light green userbox with a pastel green border, and pastel green text that reads “this user’s comfort character is midorya izuku.” on the left is an image of midoriya izuku from my hero academia. /end id]

[moiyume]

I found your account in the middle of intense reconstruction of my account and would like to ask how the hell you keep your account looking neat

I can't explain LOL I just avoid sharing things here, and also I was away for a few weeks

[moiyume]

are your requests open? may I request Izuku with a s/o who’s also in 1-A getting seriously hurt during a mission? It can be Yandere or not, and a happy ending please (I can’t stand angst but ima sucker for hurt/comfort)

♡ IZUKU MIDORIYA HEADCANONS: CONFESSION.

A/N: Hello my love! Rest assured as my requests were open at the time you requested. I did my best on this request (and gave Yandere a break, I've been writing a lot on the topic 😰). Request me for more healthy relationships please.

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of hurt and blood, hurt (not angst), with an ending to warm your heart.

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya × GN!reader

Masterlist. ♡

My requests are closed for now.

You are a skilled warrior, that's a fact, after all you are part of the select group of students who can become the number one hero after graduation. But you have your limitations and even you are susceptible to miscalculation, a mission that is beyond your bare bones.

Your teammates ended up in trouble, and once again Y/N was there to save them. The enemy, however, was cunning, a little smarter than you imagined. He caught him off guard, at his most vulnerable moment, striking him a near fatal blow.

Everyone thought it would be the end, but the second team, consisting of the wonder trio (Bakugou, Todoroki and Midoriya) arrived to finish off the villain.

Things happened so fast that Midoriya only realised something was wrong when he saw a pool of blood under his body. His vision blurred, his heartbeat became erratic.

You have always been close, inseparable according to All Might. Your friends say you make a fine couple, but you deflect the subject with a hard expression on your face, almost indifferent. Midoriya on the other hand always stutters, her face bright red and smoke coming out of her ears from so much embarrassment.

You were always together in the missions, but today was different, the teachers decided to form new teams, to increase the synergy of the room. You and he ended up in different groups unfortunately, and that weighed so heavily on his conscience.

If he was around, would his dear friend Y/N be hurt? His mind was working at a mile an hour, and if Bakugou hadn't slammed into his back, pushing him towards him, he would have been staggered until his feet took root in the ground.

"Y/N?" he dropped to his knees beside you, you had some makeshift bandages on your body, your skin was pale and icy from blood loss. "Y/N, it's me, Deku." Izuku held your hand and tears pinched your green eyes when you didn't react.

He was about to scream and cry when you choked, "Gotcha!" you said in an amused tone and opened your eyes. "Did you think you'd get rid of me so easily?"

His breath hitched and once again Izuku was unresponsive, completely petrified. It took forever for his brain to process that you, even badly injured, were still smiling and playing tricks on him. "Izu, are you okay?"

You brought your other hand to his face and your body ached a little, but the effort was worth it, after all he was your best friend and you cared about him. "Sorry I didn't mean to leave you-"

A laugh resounded in Deku's chest, watered with tears and the feeling of relief. You frowned as he furiously wiped his face. "That's good! I'm glad you're okay... I thought I would lose you before I could confess"

Your eyes widened "Confess?" you struggled to sit up and he helped you, serving as a support. The moment your gazes met, what little blood was left in your bloodstream went to your face.

"Is this a bad time to say I like you?" he asked hesitantly. "You waited until I was between life and death to say you like me?" you arched your eyebrows pretending to be indignant and Izuku fell like a duckling in your performance.

"Frankly..." you pinched the bridge of your nose, "If I had known I would have played dead before." The green haired boy blinked a few times and wondered if he had heard wrong, but when you started laughing again, he understood that you were playing with him again.

"OE! I-I was waiting for the right moment" he tried to justify himself and you squeezed his cheeks hard. "Next time don't wait until I have an accident to ask me on a date" you scolded him.

"Are we going on a date?" he suddenly became shy avoiding eye contact with you. You opened your mouth to answer then coughed up blood. "Only if you take me to Recovery Girl. I don't want to die before we kiss."

[moiyume]

could I request yan!ideku and the female reader in a queer platonic relationship? I'm asexual and arromantic oriented, and I never see imagines about it before, so you can refuse if you want. I love your blog. ><

♡ YANDERE!IZUKU MIDORIYA HEADCANONS: MORE THAN FRIENDS, LESS THAN LOVERS.

A/N: Hi my love, I'm so sorry to have left your request gathering dust. I too am aroace (not sure if you read my carrd...) and am in a platonic queer relationship, so writing on the topic with my favorite character warms my heart. I hope you like what I've written! ♡

Warnings ⚠️: yandere themes, suggestive (very little), kidnapping, cute stuff to make your day better.

Pairing: Yandere!Izuku Midoriya × fem!reader.

Masterlist ♡

My requests are closed for now.

Confused. That's the closest synonym Izuku could find for the relationship you two have crafted these past few months.

Don't think he didn't intend to take you to his room and make you see stars, because he most certainly did. However, those plans would have to wait for a next life, that is if God was merciful enough to give him the chance to meet you in the next incarnation, of course.

But you taught him that relationships are not just about sex and cliché romances. You gave him more than that.

The connection between you was established from a friendship, he had no idea how much he needed you until he spent the entire night waiting for a message from you. The need to be together, to talk, to have someone who understood him.

It didn't take long for Deku to want you so badly enough to lock you up in his house. Don't get him wrong, he just wanted to make sure you wouldn't have that with anyone else.

He was treading on eggshells at first, afraid to overstep his boundaries, because this discovery broke many of the plans he had planned. When you explained how you felt, or rather, what you didn't feel, he knew what he had to do.

Moderate physical contact, nothing that makes you uncomfortable, everything within your limits. Maybe a cuddle or a really strong bear hug.

Friday afternoons are sweet. Deku will bring milk rolls, cakes, chocolates and non-alcoholic drinks for you to sit in the back garden and enjoy the sunset, a picnic indoors.

He will watch kitten videos with you on the computer and will buy matching bracelets for you to wear. He believes that rings are all about romantic relationships, and what you have is more than that.

You can reward his understanding with words of affirmation, praising him, touching and kissing the scars on his hands, saying how strong, beautiful and needed he is. "You are good to me, Izu"

If you do, prepare for a shower of kisses on the cheek and a sticking Izuku.

On his bad days he will bring you stuffed animals and breakfast in bed, depending on how bad you are maybe he will adopt a street cat for you to raise together. "Let's call her Jade"

It's the relationship of dreams, right?

[moiyume]

I changed the layout of my blog to match the blog theme. <3

[moiyume]

I would like to let you know that I am also writing to Eren Yeager, from Shingeki no Kiyojin!

[moiyume]

Reminder

18+ means 18+, not “I’m 14 but I don’t get offended by your posts” or “I’m 16 but I’m mature for my age”

// If you’re a minor, get off my page, this isn’t for you //

[moiyume]

ASHES FROM PURGATORY — TWO

A/N: The reader is getting closer and closer to her encounter with Midoriya, I confess that I am anxious to write about... So from this chapter onwards, I will alternate the diary version with the narration version.

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of blood and death.

Pairing: Villain!Deku × afab!reader.

More information about the story: here.

⠀⠀27 April 2031,

Ever since the quirk registration system was put in place my life has gone to shit. Not that it was ever good these last ten years, but from time to time I need to walk in the shadows with a mask on my face so I don't get caught, it would be bad if someone managed to drag me to the nearest health clinic.

As the name implies, the government makes a documentation of your quirk, those whose individualities are not useful are dismissed, but if you are unlucky enough to be useful or have a rare quirk, you will be taken to the trial where it will be decided whether you become a member of the Paranormal Liberation Front or become one of the many quirkless. Fortunately I was able to escape that.

My mom, if she were alive of course, would be taken away for sure. She had a rare kind of space-time quirk that allowed her to open portals, to teleport people or objects to two non-adjacent locations. My father didn't have such a flashy quirk, but it was useful in his work at the hospital, it was an quirk of not feeling tired or not needing sleep, something like that, I can't remember now because I haven't thought about them for a long time. And I had my little sister, who had not manifested a quirk at that time.

My whole family died on D-Day like thousands of other innocent people, unfortunately I was not as lucky. I was coming back from the beach when the bombing started and my father sent me a message telling me to run and hide. At the time I didn't understand what that meant, but when the buildings started to fall and half the city was engulfed in fire, I ran away as fast as I could.

I found out what happened in the morning before my mobile phone battery ran out. Bakugou - the student tipped to be hero number one - had been murdered by Izuku Midoriya, the self proclaimed successor of All For One and the Symbol of Fear, thousands died during the battle, the images of the genocide were broadcast for the whole world to watch and since that day the concept of happiness has been erased from that reality.

Would all this have happened if I had not been negligent at that time? This doubt wears away what little sanity I have left, so I cannot fantasise what my life would have been like in a colourful future, not without this sweet dream ending in a sea of blood.

Dreaming adds to the weight on my conscience, but I can't help imagining how nice it would be to open the door of my house and smell the smell of home-baked breads prepared by my mother. Although anything would be better than the smell of ashes and blood stuck to the soil of this country.

[moiyume]

take your time yume!! I hope you start feeling better!!

I'll take care of myself (it's a pinky promise), Autumn. thanks for the sweet words and for worrying about me. 🥺💖

[moiyume]

How would yandere Deku react to the reader being cold and barely talking to him after he kidnapped her and when one day he suddenly comes home injured, reader has tears in her eyes and patches him up, telling him that they’re stupid and should be more careful

♡ YANDERE!IZUKU MIDORIYA HEADCANONS: BE CAREFUL.

A/N: Hello my good! I'm sorry it took me so long to take your request, I'm having a rough few days. I hope you like what I wrote! ♡

Warnings ⚠️: none! just cute things to warm your heart.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya × GN!reader.

My requests are open!

He's upset, of course. But he's fully aware of the crime he's committed, he's not callous, just overly concerned that the evil of the world might corrupt his little angel.

Izuku is used to indifference, but when it comes from your loved one it is very painful, you will see his bright smile crumble and his big green eyes turn watery every time you ignore him.

His harsh words are better than indifference, that's for sure. Or maybe he's a bit of a masochist and enjoys the pain you cause him.

One day, you feel a weird chill at the back of your neck and at that very moment you look for Izuku in bed, only to find him in front of the wardrobe wearing his hero costume.

Your stomach turns as you think you're starting to worry about him. Deku is the number one hero in the world, the strongest hero you know, the guy who got you out of your old life and now keeps you trapped in his house. You don't have to worry.

But a little voice in your head says otherwise, the butterflies in your stomach too. You spend the rest of the day restless because of it, you can't concentrate on anything, you can't even remember to eat. The hours pass more slowly and you find yourself looking at the clock every five minutes.

"Where is this idiot?" you ask biting your thumbnail. "He should be home by now" you sink into the living room couch, visibly annoyed.

Deku has had a rough day. He's faced the greatest villain of all time, but he hasn't come out unscathed, he's tired and completely screwed. For a brief moment he almost let himself die just so you could be happy, would you be happy without him? That doubt was eating him up.

He arrives home at dawn, the sun was just beginning to rise, the tension in the atmosphere is almost palpable. "I-Izuku?" he hears a broken voice and a pained groan coming from the hallway.

It's you, with your swollen eyes filled with tears, your hair tangled and your clothes beaten, from your state he concludes that you had spent the night awake. Were you worried about him? "H-Hello" he replied.

You curved your lips downwards and made a funny face before you started to cry again. You run over to Izuku and hug him, your arms wrap around his waist and you bury your face in his chest, he is smelling of blood and dirt but you don't care about that. Deku is there, alive, in your arms.

He groans with the squeeze, his whole body hurts, but he is paralysed with no reaction. "IDIOT!" you muffle the cry into his chest and pull away, tears streaming down your cheeks, you grip the torn fabric of his uniform tightly. "You could have died, you're all bruised up! What did you think would happen to me if you died?"

His jaw drops. You were really worried about him, thinking about him, rooting for him. His lips quiver, but Izuku holds back the urge to cry and wipes his tears away. "I'm here now" he says softly.

"It doesn't matter!" you exclaim, biting your lower lip. "Promise me... promise me you'll be more careful next time!"

He chokes, "Are you serious?" as you cast an angry glance towards him, Izuku raises his hands up with difficulty and smiles, "Okay. I'll be more careful next time."