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# BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER ‣ GOJO SATORU

✰ — author’s note i’m losing my mind over gojo please help me ….

✰ — cw / tags sfw, gojo being annoying, f!reader, enemies to lovers, suggestive i guess.. + you’re best friends with gojo’s brother (that i invented)

gojo doesn’t have a brother canonically (i think?) so i had to make do. didn’t think of a name so i just kept referring to your best friend as him so sorry if that’s confusing!!!!

also i barely proofread this Sorry

✰ — playing see you soon by beabadoobee.

“little y/n.”

it’s been a hot minute since you’ve been over at the gojo house. a hot minute being 2 years — your first semester break of college had finally begun and the first thing on your to-do list was… well, visit your best friend.

you knew he always preferred staying close to family. it was a bit of a hassle trying to call him from across the world — always preoccupied with something.

well, it didn’t matter now. you were here and you had a good long break to spend with him — you’d been best friends since middle school and inseparable since. your mother was so accustomed to him that whenever you were alone, she’d question where he was. that’s how close you two were.

of course, you knew visiting the gojo household had it’s own set of problems — his parents were rarely home, so he would often have to cook for you two (which wasn’t very edible), and his annoying older brother exists.

satoru. you couldn’t stand him. ever since you were children, he’d constantly poke fun — call you his girlfriend, tease you about having a crush on his little brother: you swear it was only a week long thing, and you didn’t even tell anyone!

that alone wasn’t enough to hate his guts. he’d constantly pick at your features, say the meanest things about the most random parts of you — he once said he hated how your eyebrows were angled. apparently, he had a problem with how one of your eyes has less bottom eyelashes than the other.

it was hell. every single afternoon you spent at your best friend’s house after school was an invitation for satoru to bully you: forcing you to realise the tiny, initially unnoticeable mistakes in your appearance. what torture.

you suppose you’ve stopped caring so much now that you don’t spend much time with him — and as a result, satoru — anymore. the last time you saw him was 4 years ago.

you’ve grown into your features now. satoru can’t ridicule you now that you’re an adult, even though you’re still younger than him; but you had small hopes on the plane here. you thought he would be a little more mature than his high school self and treat you with a little more respect.

well, reality has it’s ways of hitting you hardest — and this time it punches you right in the gut.

“little y/n.”

his voice rumbles through the living room. it’s low, much lower than when you last heard it. the mocking tone is still the same, though — that’s how you knew it was none other than him.

you walked into your friend’s house with the spare keys he gave you a few years back. he’s not even home, and that only spelled trouble for you: satoru is alone, with you — under the same roof.

you grit your teeth. you’re facing the open door, you were trying to close it quietly in order to surprise your friend (who was nowhere to be found) — but your thoughtful gesture has gone to waste now.

you turn your body around, slamming the door behind you. you put the keys down on the table in the entryway — meeting eyes with the tall and rather huge figure in front of you.

maybe huge isn’t very specific — more like buff. or jacked. ripped. gojo satoru is very muscular. you register that almost immediately because he doesn’t have a shirt on: he’s got plaid pajama pants that pool over the floor. his bed hair is extreme, and it’s clear he’s just woken up because of the bowl of cereal in his hand.

“hello.”

“i knew it was you!” he takes a spoonful of his cereal as he continues staring at you, clearly oblivious to the fact that he’s half naked — or maybe he just doesn’t care. that seemed very like him. never caring about his image. “know that eyebrow angle from anywhere.”

you notice he’s taller, way taller than he was at high school age — his shoulders have gotten broader, his jaw is chiseled, and the muscles in his arm flex as he scoops milk and cereal into his mouth.

“that’s not funny, gojo.”

you’re quick to notice all these changes. he wasn’t this big back then. he wasn’t any of this. you wonder where he gets the time to hit the gym with college classes taking up most of his schedule — he must be really dedicated.

“what’s with the formality?”

his eyes are piercing. they always have been. that god forsaken combination of white hair with that shade of blue. strands of his thick, snow-shade hair stick to his forehead — it’s getting a little long, so they frame his face too. it’s annoying how much it makes you stare.

you remember when it used to be grown out — he’s got an undercut now, but it’s barely noticeable with how unkempt his hair is.

“we’re not friends,” you mutter under your breath, almost between gritted teeth. “i’m just here to see your brother.”

he smiles, as if he knows you’re lying — when you really aren’t. satoru gojo is an eyesore. maybe not to other girls, but to you… he makes your head spin and blood pressure rise. that will never change.

“come on, don’t be like that.”

it’s an annoying thing. how satoru can act as if you two had been the best of buddies since you were born — when he’s really done nothing but make you and your best friend’s life a tad more miserable — just because time has passed.

you don’t bother saying a word to him, instead making your way up the stairs and purposely shoving his arm in the process. he almost stumbles — except not really, considering how big he was compared to you. he only looks at you with curious eyes as your footsteps fade away.

you looked different. much different. your hair suited you now, instead of those pigtails you used to wear all the time — he never let you live that down. gojo thought you were the weirdest girl he knew, wondered why his brother even bothered talking to you; but he supposes his brother was a little weird, too.

you weren’t wearing that stupid make up style you used to do back in middle school — with the bright pink lipstick and thick eyeliner. he thought you looked like a clown and he did as much as tell you that. you went home crying and his brother never forgave him for it. instead, satoru notices you’re not wearing any makeup at all.

you look strange. at least it wasn’t what you used to wear, but it’s nothing at all now — but he thinks you look decent. not worse. a bit less of an eyesore than what you used to be.

gojo satoru is conflicted.

he doesn’t know why he even bothered looking at you. he doesn’t care about the makeup you wear or if you wear it at all. he doesn’t care about the way your voice has changed into a less annoyingly pitched one to a smooth velvet. he doesn’t care that your hair looks so good in the lighting of his house, because you know how to style it now.

he doesn’t care about you and how much you’ve changed to someone he could tolerate standing in the same room with.

at least that’s what he’s repeating in his mind.

perhaps it’s the smell of your perfume — or perhaps it’s just you, because it’s too mild that even he almost missed it — that makes his heart race. or maybe it’s the static he feels when your skin brushes against his.

or maybe he just needs to get more sleep. yes. that’s what it was: so he goes to his room and naps it off, except he wakes up feeling the exact same and still thinking about you.

—

it’s a bit later into the week and you’ve been hanging around the living room, thankful that gojo hadn’t disturbed you that much that day.

he’s still in college. he’s only a year older than you — that only meant he was on break as well. a wonderful holiday it was turning into; shouldn’t he be busy with a girlfriend of some sort? a fiancée? anyone at all?

friends? you always saw him playing video games with a long haired man in his room.

you switch channels, legs crossed on the couch. you don your favourite sweater, the one that drapes over your knees. everything on television seemed to bore you.

5 channels later, you start to hear footsteps getting louder — you turn to your left and see no one. the front door was left locked and unopened.

you remember the stairs still exist, so you turn your head towards it — there he is. your favourite person.

“hey, didn’t know you were still here.”

“we can do this without talking to each other.”

“that would be awkward, wouldn’t it?”

he jumps over the back of the couch, settling down next to you. the skin of your thigh brushes his and he feels that dumb static all over again.

he notices you’re wearing his shorts. it must’ve slipped into his brothers closet. he wonders why you’re even wearing his sibling’s clothes — are you two that close?

satoru rolls his eyes at the thought. it’s always been that way with you two. always so close. he’d never been able to have a single moment with you without his brother interrupting.

“are you dating my brother?”

“are you serious?” you groan, stopping your browse on the netflix catalog. “i thought we stopped this years ago.”

he clicks his tongue out of annoyance, insanely irritated at the fact that you can’t just answer one simple question without being so defensive.

“just answer the damn question, will you?”

“i’m not.” you reply, “i’m not seeing anyone.”

he laughs and it’s a bit too fake to convince you.

“i can see why.”

you know exactly what he’s trying to do. your hopes of gojo satoru being a better man to the people around him had been thrown into the ocean, and it’s sinking to the bottom of the sea floor.

“…can we stop with the ugly jokes?”

“i never said anything about ugliness.” he defends.

you ignore him from that point on. you have learnt from a young age that arguing with him will lead you nowhere helpful — only to a wall spray painted with the words ‘gojo satoru is always right’.

a few minutes pass in silence, except for the loud previews playing from the netflix app on television. you scroll and scroll.

“i could call you ugly if i wanted to.” gojo says. “but i don’t want to.”

“i don’t want to call you insanely fucking annoying, either, but you’re acting like it.”

“i’m just saying,” he continues. “you’re not that ugly.”

you don’t know if you heard that right. you might be hallucinating. it’s the jet lag — perhaps you needed some sleep.

“that ugly?”

you don’t know why you even bother asking. he is still calling you ugly. gojo satoru is still a bit mean. that hasn’t changed — nothing has changed. clarification is only an invitation for him to further reiterate his point: you are ugly, just not that ugly.

“i’m saying you look okay.”

“whatever.”

your angry tone is much more evident in this moment. for the first time in his life, he’s worried.

no, of course he’s been worried before. just not about you.

he’s anxious while wondering if he took his words too far this time, considering if he should apologise to you for once in his life: but then he’d have to explain why he’s sorry — and that can’t do.

he cannot admit to you that he’s lying through his pearly, perfect straight rows of teeth. lying to you that you look okay, and apologising for the fact that he called you ugly the first time when that was far from the thoughts swirling in his mind.

gojo satoru will not admit to you that he thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s seen in a while.

sorry — gojo satoru does not want to admit to you that he thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s seen, but he does anyway.

“i take it back.”

you roll your eyes again. you were in the middle of reading a very lengthy description on IMDb about a movie you saw on netflix. now, you’re distracted and have no idea where you stopped reading. you think he’s going to say something stupid, and you’ll regret even looking away from your device to divert your attention to someone like him.

“…just stop talking, satoru.”

gojo’s eyes widen at the mention of his first name.

he curses at himself mentally. even the way it rolls off your tongue sounds pretty. he thinks the syllables of his name match perfectly to your voice — pretty name, pretty girl.

“gojo. sorry.” you mutter a bit too softly. he wants to hide his face in his hands. he knows the tips of his ears are reddened, because his face feels like it’s burning.

“‘sokay,” he replies in a voice much more inaudible than his usual loud and confident tone. he’s definitely fucked himself over with the way he’s acting right now. “i think you’re pretty, y/n — middle school you would be proud.”

you shift your gaze from the television screen to the man next to you. even in a loose t-shirt, his biceps stretch the fabric of his sleeves: the cotton crinkles trying to accommodate to the size of his muscles.

“funny joke. ha ha.” you try to put on a front, that you’re not flattered at all — but your lips quiver and your cheeks burn, and gojo sees it all.

“i’m not kidding,” he chuckles, and his smirk is sickeningly charming. “really.”

the pretty peach colour of his lips clash with the various shades of white on his face. his hair, eyelashes, teeth. it’s nothing you weren’t used to. after all, your best friend inherited very similar features.

“are you sure?”

yet, you look at gojo satoru and you feel nothing but nervousness and tension — sprinkled with a little urge to stare at his regrettably pretty face for just a bit longer.

your heart races when he draws closer to you. he notices the flush of your skin: but he thinks you probably notice how his hands tremble when he lays them on yours, and how his movements hesitate as he inches his body closer to yours.

you’re frozen. you feel like you’re floating with the nonexistent space between you two. the expression on his face is one you want to burn into your memory, because he looks so good like this — his lips slightly parted, his eyebrows raised just a little, his eyes locked on your lips.

he looks like a man who hasn’t eaten, in front of his first meal in 5 days — gojo satoru looks at your lips as if he needs to taste them. taste you.

his body language is screaming confident — but he isn’t going to lean in. he can’t. he doesn’t know if he should, and even if he wanted to: he’s much too afraid.

you want to scold him for thinking he could just swoon you like this after all these years; after all the mean things he’s said. you were sure you despised him, hated his guts, disliked every fibre of his being —

but he looks too good.

gojo hovers as you lean against the arm rest of the sofa. his hands are at your side to support himself so he doesn’t drop all of his weight on you.

“i’m sure.”

well, he’s already so close. it would be awkward if you didn’t do anything, wouldn’t it?

that’s all it takes for you to wrap your arms around his neck, and he almost falls off the couch with how fast you are. the tiny space between you two is closed as he lowers himself, your legs making space for his torso to squeeze between.

your lips are soft, just as he expected. they’re like pillows he wants to lay on forever, and the way you run your hands through his hair drives him insane.

you feel lightheaded.

maybe it was because you can barely breathe, but you’re appreciative at the fact that he pulls away to let a bit of air enter your lungs before taking it all away again — all while flashing the most cocky smile in between: he knows no guy will be able to have you like this.

gojo is irritated at the fact that he can’t have your expression in this moment printed and framed — you look breathless, eyes looking up at him and needing more — so tries his best to savour every detail of it. a mental image that he will never forget.

you swear you hear him say your name between kisses, ever so softly that you think you weren’t meant to hear it: but you do. he says it as if he’s starstruck, like he’s thanking you.

when gojo pulls away for the final time, you feel your heart pound in your chest and knock violently against your rib cage: his hair is a mess from your fingers intertwining with it. his lips are slightly swollen and redder than what they were minutes ago. his entire face is blushed.

what a sight, you want to say it’s even better than kissing him — actually, no. a close second.

“you taste like berries.” he chuckles, trying to catch up on his breathing. he thinks he would’ve continued if he didn’t have the need for oxygen — bad day not to be a plant.

“what kind of berries?” you smile. you never thought you would ever smile at gojo satoru.

“the really good ones.”

“i clearly meant what type of berries,” you roll your eyes. still as stupid as ever. “strawberries? blueberries?”

he sighs, thinking for a bit. “actually, i don’t even know.”

“then how do you know they’re berries?”

“cause i love berries. i eat all types of berries. they’re sweet.” gojo tries to explain.

10 minutes later and the banter still goes on.

satoru has his hands on your waist after shifting you to a position where you’re on his lap. his back leans comfortably against the sofa pillows while your chest is pressing against his.

his eyes sparkle in the living room light. gojo’s pupils are dilated as they stare into yours, and he’s smiling — it’s not the charming one he does to get his way. it’s one of affection.

your hands feel every dip in his muscles as they slither around his neck once again. “i just don’t know what type of berry you taste like.”

“i could check my lip balm flavour,” you suggest. “will you shut up then?”

gojo shakes his head, pressing you impossibly close to his chest. “no, i think we should do some trial and error. i’ll eat different berries and kiss you after each one.”

“that’s gonna take forever, satoru.”

“satoru?” he snickers. “are you my wife, y/n?”

“i would rather die.”

he gasps dramatically. “that’s a bit mean —“

“oh my god.”

you both turn your heads towards the front door.

“hey,” satoru greets, his grip around you tightening as you struggle to let yourself free. you’re mortified. “you’re back early, little brother.”

261123 — writing abt make out sesh with satoru gojo got me giggling.. also i think i’m gonna stop doing small text for my works because i find it hard to read

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Text between uhm…a complicated Gojo x reader

WARNINGSSS: cursing, reader tells gojo to kill himself (jokingly?) , uhm they are kinda back and forth with their love !

(Just realized it say baby girl , but this was meant for everyone 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️)

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hiiii hope ur having a good day there, if ur requests are open, can i request suguru (suguru after premature death) with non sorcerer reader, she thought he saved her but he just wanted to get a curse from her, but then he falls for her

basically geto falling for ‘monkey’ reader ^^^ and him having an(other) existential crisis,

hope this makes sense T.T and thank u!! <3

Geto. S. - Cursed

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader

SORRY FOR THE WAIT ☹️☹️ If this wasn't what u were looking for (which i feel it isnt) message me again and i'll do it again, 🙏🙏

Cw: angst-ish to fluff, Mentions of murder, mental health, FEMreader, Mimiko and Nanako, a lot of monkey calling, domestic suguru

Wc: 1.6k

Description: You're cursed and Suguru wants it. Suguru having internal conflict

BEFORE YOU READ: this doesnt pertain to the story but i swearrrrr in the gojo x reader following a lot of spam has been posted please dont forget to report it

“If you’re trying to enter the building, you have to go through the back.”

Your voice is bland, tired, uninterested.. Suguru can go on and on about the monkey’s voice in front of him. He was still staring at you, though his line of vision was more like what was beside you, something that you couldn’t see. You were leaning onto a fence in an alleyway that connected your office building to the next one over, elbow and forearm holding your balance.

He stays unchanging, smiling while staring you down. It was seemingly innocent, with a hint of menacing. Suguru wanted to kill you, he thought about it really hard; The guy had been watching you for weeks now.

It was hard to not notice the curse attached to you, any sorcerer could feel its cursed energy from all of Japan. It was intense, and rightfully so.

This was a special grade, and he had to be the one to have it.

You never even glanced at him, a burning cigarette in between your lips. Hey, maybe you’d get murdered by some handsome weirdo.. that wouldn’t be so bad, right?

“Hey, if you’re going to kill me can you hurry up with it.”

Again, your voice is so tired.

This time, you finally turn your head to face him, and he finds his smile faltering. So similar to his when he was younger. Defeated, tired, and no one knew.

No one cared to find out further, and who could he even talk to? Shoko was out practicing her Reversal Cursed Technique, his juniors were still experiencing the world, and Satoru has become the strongest on his own.

So he was on his own, until he finally broke.

But, you were a monkey. What would you know about hard work. What would you know about sacrifice?

Afterall, you’re just a monkey.

Yet, he finds himself faltering. He just couldn’t kill you, and the curse beside you began pulsating. Not to mention the fact that you never questioned his monk attire.

“What,” he stutters, throat going dry. His voice is cracking, so he pauses , licking his lips before resuming. Was is always this hard to talk with a monkey? “What’s your name?” He asked you.

Your eyes inspected him, and he takes note that you haven't puffed the cigarette yet.

“You gonna smoke that?”

He doesn't know why, but the anger wells up inside of him once more. Maybe the two of you weren’t so similar after all. Smoking was something he did to cope, and now look at you, doing it for show.

“I don’t wanna smoke when someone’s talking to me, ‘s rude..” you slur, pulling out the half burned cig and pressing it down on the ash tray.

He feels his heart pang, and a mixture of emotions flood through him. How unusual, he’s never felt like this before, not even in his Highschool years.

“It’s (L/N), (Y/N). By the way.” You inform, the last but coming out weakly in whisper.

“Is that so?” He mumbles, watching you fumble into your jacket, pulling out a half empty box and flicking it open. You extend your arm out, holding the box open, and he feels his world become distorted.

Almost like a lullaby, feeling like a kid again. The world he sees is full of color, then dark, only in black and white, then nothing at all, and now he’a seeing you, the only thing with color in this monkey-ridden world. And now, back to all black and white, execpt you, now full of color.

He wonders if this has something to due with the curse on you. It’s hugging you hightly, like a snake. It’s thin, hugging your breasts, wrapped around your neck, ready to kill you, but he doesn’t want that.

Suguru blinks, time resuming as normal as he utters a thanks, taking it and using the lighter you hand out right after.

“I haven’t smoked since I was a teenager,” he confesses, and he doesn’t know why he felt the need to say that, to a monkey at that.

“Really? How’d you stop?” You ask, genuinely curious. You’d been trying to quit for years, but with the things life has been throwing at you, you think you’d end up smoking yourself to death.

Suguru glances around, thinking hard, “I decided to do what I wanted to do.” And it’s true, he decided to follow his heart and exterminate monkeys for a living. It brings him joy.

“And what’s that?” You ask him, fully intrigued with he’s talking about. He gulps, staring down at you, biting his tongue he furrows his eyebrows ag you. The damn curse, it’s doing this to him.

He grabs your wrist, staring at you darkly, and you think this is where he’ll kill you.

But he doesn't.

He covers your eyes with his large palm, and it’s unusually calloused, more than the average worker. He does it gently, despite his dark expression. Your line of sight is completely darkened, and suddenly, you feel weightless.

He didn’t kill you— he wouldn’t kill you.

“Ge— Suguru. Suguru, could you help me here?” You call him from the bedroom.

He’s 22 years old and has been living with you for two. Peering his head in, he watches you struggle in holding the matress cover down to pull it over on the other side.

“It won’t stay!” You groan, watching the other side pop out. He chuckles, walking to the opposite corner of the bed and pulling it down under it.

It feels oddly domestic when he’s with you.

When the four of you hang out, you holding the girls hands while he walks behind you three, it feels like he’s with his family.

Though sometimes he feels like he sees Satoru—

“Suguru?” You call him, your face close to his own. He catches himself holding his breath when you near, ‘monkey’ he finds his mind calling you.

His hands go to your cheeks, thumbs stroking your cheeks. Your lips part, observing his solemn facial expression. His eyes seem so.. so lonely. “What’s wrong?”

His rough hands trail down your face now, loosely around your neck. Thumb stroking your throat, applying small pressure. “I could kill you right now.” He mumbles, and the voice in his head is shouting at him, manipulating him.

All monkeys.

That’s right. When did he stray so far off from his goal? When did he stop trying to fulfill his dream?

The perfect world he was going to create, just for sorcerers. A world where his best friend didn’t have to work like a dog, a work where they could just be people. A world where peace was the only way.

It was probably when he met you.

“But you won't. Well, I hope you won't!” You chuckle sheepishly. Your fingers taking his from your neck, holding them to your lips. “You saved me in ways that you could never even imagine.” You murmur, his half lidded eyes staring down at you, at that curse he still hasn't stolen.

He didn’t save you. He stole you. Suguru Geto is a selfish man, and no better than Gojo, he’ll do whatever he can to have something. That something is you.

The curse doesn't matter to him anymore, he just wants you. He wants to rid you of this curse that hangs on you.

He’s tried, but it seems to be feeding off of you. He would have to kill you to get it, but he can't, he won't, he refuses.

He finds the words slipping out of his mouth, he can't control himself anymore.

“I love you.”

You blink, eyes wide as you replay his words.

Those three words.

“Ah..”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he confesses, enveloping you in a hug. You don't need to be a rocket scientist to feel that he’s crying. The way his large back trembles in your hold. “It’s alright, don’t cry now.” You whisper, stroking his hair. “I love you very much.”

Your voice feels so quiet, and you don't think your words even reached him but when he squeezes you, pulling you even closer to him, trying to become one, you know he got it.

“Thank you, Suguru.” You thank gratefully, chin on his shoulder. “Thank you for giving me a family, thank you for giving me somewhere to belong.”

“Thank you.”

You don't even remember how the two of you ended up on the floor, holding each other while the bed stays unmade. A single pillow the both of you shared while snoozing on the ground.

Nanako and Mimiko peer into the room, heads poking in to see your laying figures. How scared they got when they grew near, thinking something happened to the two of you. But when they see your chests rise and fall, they rest easy.

Though, their gazes stayed more with your figure. Your curse was gone, no longer attached to you.

Nanako grabs her phone, a limited one only for phone calls and photos(given to her by Suguru) and snaps a couple photos of you, some serious, and some zoomed in on your faces.

Mimiko returns back, dragging a blanket from the couch and draping it over the two of you, giving you both a kiss on the cheek.

“C’mon, Nana.” Mimiko says, taking hold of her twin's hand and walking out the dimly lit room.

They should be the one’s thanking the two of you, for giving them parents that they never had.

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I want teachergojox student(female obvi none of that libtard stuff) NOW SMUT SMUT SMUT the reader needs to b small and petite I need to feel like Im reader some alpha type stuff on Wattpad

Thanks😘

Whoever wrote this U IS A FREAK 💀💀

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From The Tree

satoru gojo x reader

summary:

“Satoru?”    

He's taller and broader now. His eyes are covered, and his voice is deeper. He wears a crown on his head and wears luxurious clothes. The fae king's ears are still pointed as ever and his face is still, and probably always will be, perfection. 

He lowers the cover over his eyes. If you were crazy, you’d swear you see longing in those bright eyes of his. 

a/n: quick write and loosely based on the folk of the air series by holly black!

tw: bullying, toxic, prejudice because reader is human, violence, idk what else

Sew the heart onto that, tie it off, and let it be. If it falls, then-    

Your thoughts are interrupted by the ever-so-wonderful trio of idiots. One pulls your hair, making you look up. Shoko looks down at you with a curious gleam in her eye as she inspects your mortal hair with disgust. Her piercing gaze then goes to the blanket you decided to make.  

“Is this work worth anything?” she drops her interest in your hair and picks up your project with two of her fingers. It is a blanket with a heart sewn on it. Admittedly, it isn’t much to look at. However, you worked hard on it, so you are of course proud.   

“It’s worth something to me.”  You snatch it back and frown when you see the stain from her rolled cigarette, she left on it. She may be popular and influential in this mystical hell, but damn her hands are dirty. No one would expect people that are so beautiful to be that way.     

On your right, is Geto. A tall, handsome, intelligent faerie with a slick silver tongue. Although he comes off to you at times kind, you never forget to look deeper and see the slight smile on his face whenever he sees something entertaining; it usually is a wicked thing too. The longer you are here for, the more you understand that he has a face of a liar, even if he can't lie.

  Like now, he looks so concerned and soft. But you see how he likes how this is unfolding. As you both look into each other’s eyes, you know what is about to happen next. The third idiot to complete the trio. 

The strongest faerie of them all and future king, and a total pain in your ass, Satoru Gojo, appears. He crouches down to your sitting level. With a scowl, he picks up your blanket again and tears it. “I knew mortals were sloppy but God, that was extreme.”    

“Why did you do that?” You yell as you pick up the shredded fabric. He tore it to pieces that you don’t think can be salvaged. You’ve worked hard on this. Just for an asshole to ruin it for no reason.    

“You should be glad I helped you. It is much more lavish now compared to whatever you were doing.”    

  Those around you laughed. He squatted to your level again. Before you could say anything, he cups your cheeks with one large hand. “Thank me, human.”   

  Human. Mortal. Things they never fail to rub in your face. Well, you know what? You are proud of being human. Living a long time that will inevitably turn boring is worse than a short life of fun. Having new adventures, love no matter how or why, living fast, or maybe just taking it slow. Either way, a thousand or so years of seeing the same old things time and time again must suck.   

  And dealing with him and his minions sucks, too. No matter how beautiful they are.    

Satoru Gojo, and his magical eyes that see all. Topped with white, fluffy hair, a perfect nose, and the longest lashes you’ve ever seen. Full, pink, perfectly smooth lips and a chiseled chin to match. Not to forget the pointed ears that declare him a faerie.     

  They are all so beautiful. And they always make sure that you know that you pale in comparison. You're tired of their perfection. Of his. It is only right for you to dirty it.    

You spit in his face, much to his surprise. Everyone around you is shocked and waits for their future king to kill you. Although you don’t fully regret it right now, you’re starting to wonder if that was the best call.   

Instead of lashing out, he wipes his face and caresses your cheek gently. No one is breathing. No one moves, either.    

He says nothing as he holds your chin and smiles with closed eyes. Satoru walks away. That's it. He just walks away.    

Utahime, someone who doesn’t hang out with Satoru and Geto a lot, and never treated you unnecessarily unkind, whispers, “What the hell did you just do?”    

 You try to hide your shaking with a nonchalant look. You tuck your hands underneath some of the tattered fabric to cover how sweaty they are. His friends walk away in his direction. Whatever happens next, is probably going to be extremely painful.   

--

Since then, you’ve been on high alert. You’re probably the only one that would ever spit in his face. You are the only idiot in the entire kingdom. Finally, after a week of hiding, you go out of your house which is in a large tree trunk surrounded by flowers and a garden of mortal fruit and vegetables.

 It has been days since the incident, you think. Surely, he has calmed down some. Yes, you spit in his face in front of everyone. Yep, you’re going to die.    

  “Okay, I'll just go and get a few things then I’ll go back home.” Right, right. Although he is a vicious and cruel bastard, he still has an image to keep. He can’t get away with killing or maiming. At least not yet.   

   Right as your foot touches the ground, you hear a disturbing laugh. Gasping, you spot Satoru right in front of you. “I have been meaning to talk to you.”    

  You don’t have a weapon. Not a single scrap of silver on you. “Satoru-”   

“You dare call me so informally?” He cocks his head to the side.    

“It’s hard not to. I have known you my whole life.” Ever since you accidentally wandered off in the seemingly small forest when you were young.     

There was a tree that had red lines on the trunk and strange roots above the ground. They were such a pretty color that you had to touch them. When you did, you must have unlocked it because the tree opened up and swallowed you in.   

   How were you supposed to know that it was a gate to a world that hides in plain sight? Like a door, it opened and shut. It reminds you so much of that book about a wardrobe you used to read as a child.

  That’s when you met him. You landed right in front of Satoru. He was wide-eyed and curious about the girl with round ears and clothes that couldn’t be made by someone like him. They were much too drab. Ever since then, he has been relentless towards you.     

   And you do not know why. The saving grace is that he hasn’t really done anything major.    

“I am a prince. The sole heir to the throne of this kingdom. You may not be anything but dirt, however, you are on my land. You will abide by my rules and glory.”   

“You’re just a prince. This land isn’t yours.” You snap. Satoru looks appalled. 

  He growls and clenches his fists. He then raises his hand and points his finger. A swirl of red gathers around the tip of it. Unfortunately, as a royal, he is given extremely special abilities. He is the strongest fae. Maybe, the strongest that there has ever been.    

Never has he attacked you with it. “Gojo!”    

You try to snap him out of it. If he launches that, you won’t be able to dodge. “Satoru, stop!”   

Brilliant, and angry red runs toward you with devastating speed. The prince of the fae stands tall. His blue eyes that see all are terrifying now. No longer are they annoying and full of arrogance. Now, they are monstrous and evil. Beads that have given a creature too much power.   

   Somehow, it misses you. Not all of it, but enough that it grazes you. Still, your side is hit, and the force pushes you back. You feel your body bounce from the ground and every stick that is in your way. Once you’ve stopped rolling from the impact, you shake from pain.   

  “Ha! You actually dodged! Maybe humans are-” You hear him stop talking. He stands next to your battered form. Tears prick your eyes as you try to push yourself up. It hurts too bad! There is a brutal fight between your pride to stand and the agonizing pain you're experiencing that makes it too hard to even lift yourself up like that.    

  All this, and it didn’t even hit you fully. Can anyone imagine what would happen if you did touch the void?   

   You sob as you try to move some more.     

“Ant? I-I knew you’d dodge but you're hurt-” He sounds confused and shocked. His hand is gentle on your back. Upon contact you try to swipe him away, crying. “Get away from me, you monster!”    

  Possibly minutes later, you are slowly, and carefully, lifted into his arms. Compared to you, he is okay. Gojo does not a scratch on him. Not a white hair out of place or a hint of exhaustion. As he carries you with ease, you finally begin to notice the difference between you and him. For years he has rubbed your mortality in your face. How powerless you are, how weak and weird you look. While the fae are exceptionally beautiful, you are just you.   

   You remember how it was when you first arrived. How they looked at you, how he teased you and tugged on your hair and ears. Back then, you just wanted to go home. His father ‘invited’ you to the castle to figure out how to get you home so something like you wouldn’t have to remain in the realm. In the meantime, you were with the prince and subjected to his ridicule and curiosity.   

  And now, you’re here in the arms of someone who you reluctantly grew up with. He almost killed you. Never had he even threatened this. It was always pulling, tugging, and teasing you for being human.   

You really are an ant compared to him. He was right about that.    

 You finally open your eyes and see that the two of you are deeper in the woods. It is a blurry sight from watery eyes, but it is undeniable. The sweet smell that is unique to this realm gives it away anyway.    

  The fae says something in a low tone. Still, you can’t look at him. You can’t bear to. With one hard blink, you see a familiar tree with red and weird roots. You gasp at the sight. When you arrived here, that was the last you saw of the tree. No one could find it. Has he known where it was this whole time? Ah, right. The Six Eyes. The power to see all. Of course, he could find it. How long has he known where it was?

 Wait, what is he doing?    

 “I am so sorry for hurting you. I knew you could dodge it. I just didn’t expect you to get hurt...or to be so scared. I thought you’d be humbled, not broken. You’re just so strong, I wanted to prove I was stronger. But not like this.” He apologizes again.   

  “What are you doing?” He touches the root. “W-wait! I can’t go back! I don’t know anything about it anymore!”   

“You’re safer there.”   

 “This is my home!”   

 He lays you down in time for the tree to open. You cling onto his arm.  Before you are pulled away, he leans down and tells you his true name. The prince, the future king, told you his most sacred secret. “My only. It remains with you.”   

  You scream as you are taken away. You get to look at him for what may be the last time. He's on his knees, with a bright and shiny tear in his legendary eye. He watches you as you leave.    

--

  Ten years have passed since you arrived at the place you should call home, and not give that title to the land of magic, power, and mystery. Ten years of you being with your own kind and unhappy. There are beautiful people here, inside and out, but it’s not home. You have been with the fae since you were a little kid and have gotten used to the wonders of them and their land. The tricks and riddles, enchanted trees, parties, abundant stars, two moons that on certain days would form into one big moon that is said to be a blessed day.   

 Everything here is bland compared to that.   

 Sighing, you try to push the land of wonder and its inhabitants out of your mind. It has been a decade since you healed. Years have passed for you to try to understand. Yes, you spit on him. But for so long you and the prince had argued, yet he never used his infamous power. And as you were sucked away, he cried. The future king told you his true name. Something that the fae never reveal. You don't know what is going on in Satoru Gojo's head, no one does, and probably never will.

   Even though you are separated from your old home, some of your habits have not been lost. You find yourself in a forest that is just off of your house, foraging. The smell is different here. Back there, back at home, it has a distinct sweet scent. 

  You feel the leaves on the ground. The bright green leaf feels silky against your fingertips. Too silky and smooth. You turn it over and see that there are no ridges or stems. The leaf has an iridescent quality to it when you move it around. Curious of the pretty leaf, you smell it.     

“Sweet...?” As you do, the air turns dense. You feel something tug on you. Finally, you land on your back. Almost as if you had just innocently tripped and nothing pulled you.   

Sweet.    

You get up and see the beautiful tree with red lines and weird roots in front of you. “Wait,”    

You look around and notice the difference. The sky is bluer, and the weather is perfect, the small forest animals' coats are different and look a lot more groomed. They look perfect.

“I’m h-”   

“What are you doing here?” A voice asks from behind you. You scramble to stand and face the owner. “I fell-”    

You stop and stare at the tall man. “Satoru?”    

He's taller and broader now. His eyes are covered, and his voice is deeper. He wears a crown on his head and wears luxurious clothes. The fae king's ears are still pointed as ever and his face is still, and probably always will be, the epitome of perfection. 

He lowers the cover over his eyes. If you were crazy, you’d swear you see longing in those bright eyes of his. 

[superluver]

Ok im gonna drop this here for u to write it whenever u want,cause its been hunting me

Royalty au where gojo and reader are living happily,that is until someone poisons his queen when they're having dinner together.

She drinks the wine,and suddenly falls to the ground while throwing up blood and blood running from her eyes. Shoko manages to save her and geto holds gojo back so he doesnt do anything stupid. But when his queen wakes up she's really weak so shoko tells gojo about a flower that'll heal her up,so gojo leaves in order to search for it.

But when he's back,geto leads him to the flower garden the queen loves and he finds her among the flowers,a little better and seeing her not on deadbed has him running toward her,lifting her up and spinning while both of them laugh and kiss

Happy ending

Scribbles & Doodles—Lotus Tears

—Elven Emperor Gojo Satoru X Human Empress Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

His azure orbs stare as you reach to cup his cheeks with a slight understanding frown painting your brows. It doesn't help that you are wearing the other pair of purple robes. It made his belly warm, and his chest swelled with pride. You are pairing... He was the only one who could wear the purple robes since he was born, a lone star, but not anymore. And that was enough to make his heart skip a beat. "Will you be back for dinner?" Your tone carried hope and joy into his day. He doesn't understand why he has to part with you every day... He heaved a sigh hoping the day turns to dusk soon so he can hold you again to his heart's content. "For you, always, My Flower."

𑁍 Genre: historical fantasy, elves/faes, dark magic if you squint, interracial marriage

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (4.3k)— poison, mad Satoru, elven traditions and cultures, fluff, angst, comfort, implication of major character death, mating bonds, talks of rebirth

𑁍 ✒️☕: Hi to the person who sent this ask. Pardon the very long wait, but I loved writing this one, I just need to say your ask is one of my fave ideas for elf Satoru so I tweaked some things, fantasy tropes are my favorite to write to escape canon~ Grey,

At night when you lay in their bed, your head atop his chest, he cannot sleep a wink for he has forever to spare and only a lifetime with you in his arms. For such a fragile flower, even a man who has grown bleak and untouched over the long passage of time, Satoru cannot help but stroke your head gently, scaring the pixies who would try to sneak in to soak with his mate's presence. He doesn't know if it's a good thing or bad that his mate is loved by the small faes. But one thing is for sure, he doesn't delight that they are trying to pry you awake from his arms. It's no secret he doesn't like sharing... especially when it's about you.

For a human to become the Empress of the High Courts is an unheard thing. Improbable would be the word. And you do not need to know what methods Satoru used to make this happen. Because you already knew that behind his delicate beauty, lies the prickly thorns that wield the absolute power over nature. There is a reason why he was able to rule undisputedly in the indifferent flow of nature over the passage of time.

When he married you, he knew he would uproot the earth and supplant it again and again to give whatever you desired. He is the supreme ruler and Emperor of the High Courts and would only sheath his indifference in the presence of his Empress. He has broken down the millennial walls covering his heart and found himself enthralled by the maiden who never feared the Dark Woods. She found beauty in the mystery of the borders, and he found solace in her presence. She has grown to be his beloved Flower.

Fortunately for you, even as a born human, you have adapted to the faes far quicker. Learning their language and making up for your lack of magic, you learned diplomacy. It was not easy to learn such an intricate affair, but fortune has smiled upon you, with Satoru, who has boundless knowledge of the matter to be your tutor.

"Is this adequate enough?" Satoru hopefully looked at you in the mirror and the craft he had finished for a satisfactory answer.

"Satoru, we are not going to any gathering, are we?" You chuckled as you sat in front of the golden mirror while Satoru stood behind, holding an ivory comb in his hand as he carefully brushed your silky tresses. Small flowers adorned your hair like trinkets as he wove them skillfully into a braid. At this point, your handmaidens have lost their job, with your mate attending to almost everything you need unless he is away for the court.

"At least let me do this before I leave for my duties." He brought the tip of your hair to his lips, kissing it as he stared at you, a longing look on his face. This prompt you to turn the chair and face the elven emperor.

His azure orbs stare as you reach to cup his cheeks with a slight understanding frown painting your brows. It doesn't help that you are wearing the other pair of purple robes. It made his belly warm, and his chest swelled with pride. You are pairing... He was the only one who could wear the purple robes since he was born, a lone star, but not anymore. And that was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

"Will you be back for dinner?" Your tone carried hope and joy into his day.

He doesn't understand why he has to part with you every day... He heaved a sigh hoping the day turns to dusk soon so he can hold you again to his heart's content.

"For you, always, My Flower." Satoru tilted your chin and pressed a kiss on your forehead. "I do not wish to leave." He grumbled and connected your forehead, staring right into your eyes.

Your soft chuckle fluttered through his ears as you reached to cup his cheeks and stare into his eyes. A sense of tranquility floated in your orbs bringing his heart into a puddle of cotton.

"I will wait for you at dinner, Satoru. So the earlier you finish the earlier we see each other. Alright?"

"Alright, as you wish." Satoru sighed and kissed the tip of your nose. "The things you make me do..."

He never thought he would one day sit under the shade of foliage with his Empress on his lap, reading through some parchments while he pilfered some wildflowers to braid her hair. Or to walk while gently pulling the reins of his equine, leading the elk through safe passages whilst you ride on the back. Things he never imagined and things he never thought he would do. But the second you came it all seemed natural for him to indulge you in every way possible.

You are like a brittle glass flower to him that he cannot help but wrap you in the most flawless silks and softest ermine furs. You evoke in him a firm sense of fierce protectiveness.

So imagine the horror and derangement inside him when you were still smiling and talking with him at the dinner table but suddenly blood flowed down your nose, followed by a series of coughs drawing blood from your throat as you dropped to the floor, desperately gasping for air.

If it wasn't for his friend Suguru, a Dragon Lord who he has grown with, who happened to visit the very same day only to pin him down in his rampage of killing the perpetrators hiding in the imperial kitchen staff, perhaps one-fourth of the castle must've already been slaughtered.

All he could see was red. The burning flames consuming the imperial castle and the wilting forest mirrored the despair in his heart. He couldn't hear that his people were wailing for him. All he could ever see was his mate dying each second from the potent poison coursing in her bloodstream.

"Don't touch her!"

He snarled with pure frenzy when Shoko tried to reach out to your unmoving body in his arms.

"Satoru, Shoko is only going to heal her. Your mate needs help." Suguru tried to reason with the livid, elven emperor cradling the unmoving body of his bleeding empress. "She would not do anything to her, only help her."

Suguru could see how unfocused and distraught the dark blue eyes of his friend were, so far from his usual calm and regal sense. Satoru's eyes were bloodshot red. Thankfully, he didn't move when Shoko reached out again to heal his mate. 

A faint color of life returned to your face, but you were still as pale as alabaster, still unconscious. The fire consuming the woods slowly died down... A slight sense of sanity returned to Satoru, who held you close, ready to hide you from the world if not for Shoko's words.

"She's in moratorium state... I've only managed to stabilize her body and freeze the poison to stop it from spreading further. Right now, we need to find an antidote... Or else she will only have seven days to live. For now, let's take the Empress to a safe place." Shoko pinched the bridge of her nose as she looked back to the fire slowly dying down, leaving shared trees and ashes. "And fix the chaos you have ignited, Your Majesty, the Emperor."

There are, but severely few times he let his emotions overcome him. He could count it in his hand. But ever since that sight of your throwing up blood, Satoru experienced a myriad of emotions he thought he was never capable of.

Fear... Despair... Uselessness... and most of all heartbreak...

You don't know how many millions of times his soul has shattered in every second he held your cold hand whilst he channeled all healing spell he knows into your body as you sleep on the cradle of the sacred tree cushioned by wildflowers and vines dangling down the archaic branches of the colossal wood. It seems you're merely asleep, but it feels like it's been forever since he last saw your eyes. The reality is that day by day, you are losing your life while all he can do is sit here, rooted in place, too afraid that if he steps away, he might not see you again.

"Your Majesty..." Shoko came forward. The Emperor has been sitting here for three days straight beside his dying mate in silence holding her hand, unmoving, and would attack anyone who dares to step one foot closer to the lying Empress. The court matters have been neglected, with only the elders holding the court together in his absence. The woodlands are closely related to the essence of the Emperor. The depression of his heart manifested in the woods, which gradually lost the green leaves and were replaced by withered branches...

"I have found a possible cure for the Empress."

Shoko had never felt strong empathy, but she did feel a bit of ache for her friend when he raised his head at her, almost pleading with his bloodshot eyes.

"Speak."

"Do you remember the Sacred Tombs of Tvar?"

The sacred burial grounds of the late Empresses. It's deep-seated in the heart of the Mountain of Hanging Tombs, guarded by the mythical beasts his forefathers have created to protect the resting place of the late Imperial Rulers.

"What about it?" Satoru has only been there once when his Imperial Father has taken him to visit his late Mother. It's a mystical mountain filled with ancient elements, from the creatures to the plants, that can only be heard in folklore.

"For high faes like us, the poison the Empress has induced was nothing serious. But to humans, it is lethal." Shoko sighed. "The spell I cast was only a valve to keep the poison at bay until we can find an antidote. On the seventh day, when the sun rises, the spell will cease to exist, and the poison will corrode her bo—"

"Tell me, what should I do? Anything Shoko. I would kill if I had to." The bones on his knuckles protruded with his clenched fists. The Emperor cut her off. He would not hear her say such ominous words about his mate's life.

He would uproot the earth to find anything that can cure you. Anything.

"Killing might be going too far, but it's not impossible." Shoko took out from her robe a parchment containing a sketch of what seemed like a flower and handed it to her Emperor. She never slept over the three days in a desperate search for any cure. "There's a flower that can only be seen in the Sacred Tombs of Tvar that may be able to save the Empress. As we all know, only the direct descendant of the Imperial Family can enter the Mountain of Hanging Tombs."

The Mountain of Hanging Tombs is as ominous as the name implies. It's a mountain range covered with black mist and ferocious mythical animals and exotic plants. It's not that only the direct descendants of the Imperial Elven Bloodline can enter the mountains, but the lower beasts residing on the foot of the mountains refrain from attacking an imperial descendant since they are born from the first Emperor's blood as well. No ordinary fae can survive these mythical beasts, and could only result in death. Thus, it has become known not to venture deep into the mountains.

Satoru, however, wasted no time to cross the valleys leading to the burial grounds. He needs to find that flower.

Lotus Tears...

It is said that the flower can heal any illness. However, it's impossible to scour for the elusive flower, which roots deep only in the burial grounds of the Empresses and leave unscathed from the toxic plants and mythical animals on top of the Mountain of Hanging Tombs that will attack him at any given second.

"Why do you always put the flower on my left ear? I'm not yet married." You asked him during one of the days he stayed longer to watch over you as you searched for some wild, beautiful flowers in the woods.

Satoru stared at the magenta lilacs he conjured from his hands and tucked them into your left ear.

"You look beautiful in any shade of purple..." It matches the color of his robe.

You pursed your lips and huffed clearly not satisfied by his vague answer.

"You didn't answer my question, Satoru."

He chuckled at your angry face, bopping your nose, making you annoyed as you tried to punch him clumsily. The little girl still has the same pout even as she bloomed into a prim and proper lady. It was too adorable even to be called 'angry.' He jumps down the tree and walks up to you, bringing the tip of your hair to his lips for a soft parting salutation.

"Next time... I will tell you, My Precious Flower." With that, he took you to the borders of the human village and the dark woods, as your Mother was already looking for you. He watches you run into the light while slowly walking back into the shadows.

Maybe... He should have never forced this fate on you. You may have called on him in desperation to flee from the humans chasing after you, but he, being the one who knew better, should have returned you to your realm rather than letting his selfishness devour him and claim you as his mate. If he had done so, then you wouldn't have met this predicament.

You wouldn't have been lying in your blood, cold like a corpse...

"Where is she?" Satoru's heart felt like it was dying when he saw that your body was gone from the bed of the sacred tree. "Where is my mate?! Shoko!"

Did he lose you? Did he come too late?

He stared at the blue lotus he so carefully dug out of the perilous mountain despite the throbbing pain on his shoulders after a chimera managed to bite him before he could slay it.

No, you cannot leave him like this... Oxygen left his lungs, and his feet staggered, unable to support the weight of heaven, crushing his soul. His vision is going black, not like this. He barely got to dote on you. Barely got to drown you with the love he has secretly hidden all these years. No, no, no. Satoru's throat ran dry. He wants to scream as if the tearing of his heart wasn't enough to shout his despair.

The forest closely linked to his essence slowly wilted as if joining their Emperor in his mourning. The leaves slowly dried up. The flowers closed, and the vines started shrinking to twigs. His sorrow is mirrored by nature.

His mind went black, his heart slowly crumbled in every passing second that his eyes could not see you. Why did the gods despise him to tear apart the only joy he has ever touched for what seems like an eternity?

"Satoru!" Suguru found him in haste after the forest slowly grew darker and darker.

Who knew that his apathetic friend could have this vast amount of emotions to turn the lush evergreen forest into a barren land? Suguru wasted no time to drag what seemed to be a lifeless Satoru into a maze-like garden.

Shoko was there. She immediately snatched the mystical lotus from the Emperor. Satoru could care. All things pale in comparison to his mate... All things. He dropped to his knees, holding onto your hand.

"Y-Y/n?" Satoru's throat was parched as he saw your sleeping body, with the wilting grass around, as if you were truly taken away into the underworld... This was your favorite garden... All flowers in here, he has grown with his own hands. Not it seems like he has planted those flowers only to send you off to the afterlife. "No, you can't do this to me, My Flower... I would lose my mind." He muttered like a madman, bringing your cold hands to rub against his cheeks, desperately searching for any signs of warmth but finding nothing...

Suguru tried to pry him away from your frail body, but his malevolence met those who tried to separate you from him until the Dragon Lord had no choice but to use all means to knock Satoru out...

The last thing he saw was your sleeping face as he desperately begged his eyes not to close... He needs to see you, to be beside you... to hold you...

"Satoru...?" You were both sitting under the shade of a magnolia tree with his head on your lap, eyes closed from the glaring sun, meanwhile, you intertwined his lustrous hair into a loose braid, tucking little flowers in your masterpiece.

"Hmm?" It was one of the days when he had enough time to traverse the hills with you and meet other fae tribes so you may have time away from the Imperial Courts.

"Promise me that if the memories we have together start to hurt... you will forget me."

His eyes opened in a split second, and he looked back with furrowed brows only to meet your small smile.

"That is nonsense. I would never wish to forget you. You are my mate." Satoru sat straight and took your hand in his. "What led you to this ominous thought, My Flower? Do not think of such things, we are bonded for eternity."

You gently shake your head.

"You're an elf... I'm a human. Our life span runs differently. Some day... You will have to remember me longer than you have held me..." The bitterness of your eyes was quickly concealed as you closed them. "That's simply the order of nature..."

Satoru was tongue-tied... He cannot face that reality yet... Not yet... If ever the Lady of Light is listening to him, he prays that the sun and moon slow down... Forever never seems to be enough...

Forever will never be enough...

"Satoru...?" 

He wishes never to wake up. If you're not in the world he opens his eyes to, he may as well live in this fantasy. He has lived such a long time in solitude. So even if it's just a fragment of imagination or make-believe, he would choose that sweet lie rather than face the cold reality you're gone...

"Satoru..."

Your voice... It's sweeter than the sirens and softer than the small faes singing with the birds in early dawn...

A soft touch brushed off the fringes on his temples, shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. Unable to bear the brightness, his eyes opened and looked up to the blue sky...

Slowly, his blurry eyes met your worried ones as you tucked your hair behind your ear while staring at him with his head laying on your lap.

"You're finally awake... Thank goodness!" You sighed and smiled. "Welcome home, Satoru..."

Your hair... It's not the same color as it was... It shone a bright silver like his under the sunlight, which only the imperial descendants can inherit... But he knew it was you... His soul tells him so.

"Y-Y/n?" He reaches out to touch your cheeks that have grown prominent... more elf-like... "This isn't a dream?"

Your sweet chuckle filled his ears as your warm palms held his and pressed it to your cheeks, kissing his wrist.

"I must've worried you so... I'm sorry, but I'm fine now... because of you."

You're really warm... So warm, you melted the millennial thorny wall he built around his heart. Your palms are so dainty compared to him, but they have always been able to soothe him more than anything else.

"You... You look like me..." Satoru slowly sat up as he took in your features. "My Flower... you look like a fae..." Satoru is a bit confused about the sudden transformation. You look just as you are, but the silver hair, pointy ears, and sharper features... 

"It must've been because of the flower's healing attributes," Shoko explained, taking a step forward to assess the changes on you, who indeed looks like an elf now. 

"Explain, Shoko." Satoru looked at the woman as he was adamant about answers.

"The flowers had healing attributes; it's just a speculation, but aside from healing, we all know that lotus also signifies rebirth. The flower may have deemed it necessary to change the human blood running in the Empress's veins into elven blood for her to heal from the poison fully... As for the silver hair, I can only think that since the Lotus Tears came from the sacred buriel grounds of the late Empresses, it must have absorbed most of their remaining energy and passed it on to the Empress through the flower's healing attributes..."

"Does that mean my Mate is now an elf?" Satoru cannot believe how these events have turned out for you and him. He took your hand and studied your features... You are still you, but indeed, there swirls a more mystical air around you, and only a faint scent of human blood is left lingering in you.

"The Empress is not yet fully an elf at the moment, but I am sure before the fortnight ends, her transformation will be complete, and she will truly be a full-fledged fae, like us." Shoko nodded.

You stared at Satoru... The once wilting forest which you woke up to slowly regained life.

For a man so stoic, he is an open book... You can't help but chuckle as the smaller faes slowly creep out of their homes and rejoice at the blossoming life enveloping the woods again. Shoko and Suguru have left, leaving you and your mate some privacy in the garden.

"I..." Satoru cannot confess enough what he had done out of rage and sorrow when he thought you were gone.

"I know..." You shake your head telling him to speak no more as you took him in your arms... This time, you could feel him ever closer, hear his thoughts louder, and see him clearer. Everything he has done and he has said, you knew and felt in each passing second... But no words were uttered, as you can feel the remorse coursing in his being. What he needs the most is your embrace...

Nature can renew itself as long as it is given care and time...

The trees are once again full of luscious foliage, the grass is back to its evergreen hue, and the different faes have returned to their homes and gone through their duties as usual. Satoru is somehow a bit busier with the court matters, while you, the Empress, needed a little more recuperation before you come back to your court duties.

"Your Majesty... We always knew you smelled sweet even before you became like us."

The smaller sprites sat on your finger as they flapped around you, more drawn than ever. It seems that your new form has made you more captivating to their instincts, just like how they are drawn to the presence of their Emperor.

"Really? Though, I know you just want more sugary treats." You played with their cheeks until they perked up and bowed to someone. "See you tomorrow, Your Majesty!"

You didn't have to guess who made the little sprites flee in haste.

You turned around, and sure enough, you were swept off your feet as a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground. His sweet sandalwood scent filled your senses, soothing your racing heart.

"I missed you, My Flower... What did my mate get for me?" Satoru looked at the basket you're holding, filled with several flowers from the garden he built for you.

"It's nothing much... It's too loose to be called a crown." You showed him the crown you clumsily made with some lilacs. But Satoru guided your hand to put it on his head, indulging you with anything. You have now fully turned into an elf. Bright silver hair, lucid eyes, and the sweet scent of jasmine and orchid around you with the purple robes that only the Imperial Rulers can wear. Anyone who sees you will immediately recognize you as an Imperial Fae and their Empress.

"I would take anything you offer me, Y/n." Satoru softly kissed her forehead... his lips slowly kissed his way down your nose until he found your lips. "Can I ask for a kiss?"

"What if I say my kisses are not offered?" You raised a brow.

Satoru merely shrugged it off with a smirk.

"I'm pretty sure you can make exceptions for your husband, no?" Satoru chuckled. "Can I have my kiss now?"

Your sweet smile and soft giggle drowned in as he captured your lips for a gentle but passionate kiss.

If the lotus has tears, he will shed it only and only for you...

—GreyCaelum

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found footage of satoru's student years... recorded on the camcorder that he carried around everywhere.

warnings : heavy angst, fluff, implied death, not proofread

[ the first footage is one minute long. there's two blue eyes widening comedically on the screen. the resolution is low and the audio is tinny. ]

"Ooo it works... well hellooooooo there... i'm... GOJO!! SATORU!! and this is... suguuuuruu getooooo... oh look at that walk, you're such a model."

[ the camera is on suguru, who's walking with bad posture. he doesn't like the camera. ]

[ he has his old hairstyle; this was recorded before his hair was long enough to be in the bun style. he hides his face from the camera. ]

"... aw, he's a model that doesn't like cameras. anyways... this is the beautiful... STUNNING... hot... talented... playing-hard-to-get... (haha kidding)... y/n~"

[ the camera pans to you. you can hear the flirty tone in satoru's voice. ]

"... we are currently walking through the gates of hell..."

[ the camera pans to the school. the resolution clears for a second to show a blue sky with slowly drifting clouds. ]

"okay. we have arrived in hell; look there's satan himself—"

[ the camera pans to yaga. ]

[ the footage ends with yaga confiscating satoru's camera and scolding him. ]

[ a video starts off shaky. the camera is dropped on the train floor and suguru sighs. ]

"satoru...... did you just break it after having it for one day?"

[ satoru picks it up and gives a toothy smile to the screen. ]

"nah. she's all good. not even a scratch. ooh... suguru we look so hot. and look how hot y/n is... she's so scandalous — sittin' next to me on the train. this proximity's got me sweatin', baby... kidding kidding... don't gimme that look!"

[ suguru gives the middle finger to the camera and satoru's iconic laugh sounds beautiful even through the crap audio quality. ]

[ there's a 3 minute video that's half-corrupted of a party happening in your apartment... of just you, satoru, suguru and shoko. lykke li's "i follow rivers" is playing loudly, satoru is screaming the lyrics in broken english and suguru is recording you and him dancing like maniacs. shoko is offering her cigarette to the camera and blowing smoke into the lens. ]

[ there's a 25 second clip of satoru aggressively kissing you until you laugh. ]

[ there is a photo of satoru crouching to pet a cat. he's holding an umbrella. ]

[ there is corrupted footage of laughter and a flicker of the video shows a tiny pot on a stove with ramen cooking in it. ]

[ there's a photo of you, satoru, suguru and shoko. you and satoru are looking at each other like lovebirds. suguru is giving the finger to the camera. shoko is laughing with her eyes closed. ]

[ a long video of satoru waking up in a hotel bed. he looks like he just woke up. he blinks at the camera, bleary-eyed and cute with puffy lips and messy hair. ]

"goodmornin'."

[ his morning rasp is strong. ]

"i'm awake... but miss sleepy head and mister sleepy head are not, as you can see..."

[ he zooms in on your face. you're laid at his right, and suguru is laid at his left. ]

"here's the sleeping angel... and here's the sleeping dragon... anyways... WAKEY WAKEYYYYYYYYY!!! IT'S A BRIGHT NEW DAY!!!"

[ suguru's wakeful groan sounds groggy and disturbed by satoru's loud, piercing wake-up call. you scrunch your face as you wake up, seemingly out of a dream. ]

"satoru... what the hell is the matter with you..."

[ it's an ultra close-up shot of your nose as you mumble this. ]

"i was lonely being awake by myself, gosh. you're so mean!"

[ he experiences a voice crack. suguru gives a sleepy, murderous look at his best friend. ]

"satoru... i swear i'm gonna throw that camera into traffic one day."

[ suguru's mumbling into his pillow too softly to be taken seriously. ]

"wanna say that to the camera?"

[ suguru looks grouchy. ]

"i'll kill you."

"WOW... buddy, this is evidence if you ever do kill me... the police will find this footage... 'n put your FLAT ass in jail. aw... y/n fell back asleep look look... aw she's so fucking precious."

[ suguru and satoru admire you for a bit. there rest of the footage is corrupted. ]

[ footage of a breakfast in the same hotel. sunny side eggs are zoomed-in on. and there's only eggs. ]

"we're too broke to buy bacon, isn't that cool?"

[ satoru gets a nice view up his nose as he tilts the camera to himself. then he turns the camera to you, who's sleepily eating this miserable breakfast. ]

"... so we just have eggs to eat... heyyyy hot babe..."

[ satoru flirts with you and you roll your eyes in response, smiling and chewing on your egg, fork in one hand. ]

"wanna hear a joke?"

"mhm."

"if you ever broke up with me, what would you call me?"

"an idiot?"

"your eggs."

[ you groan and stop eating because his pun was so awful, but you've got a big smile on your face and satoru is laughing heartily. ]

[ the video ends with you and satoru leaning in for a big kiss and a sleepy suguru walking into the room, itching his tummy under his shirt. ]

[ there's a clip of you, satoru, suguru and shoko yelling happy new year and watching fireworks explode into blazing, brilliant colors. suguru winks at the camera as you hold it and you giggle flirtatiously back. there's clearly tension between you two that neither satoru no shoko acknowledge in the moment, because the fireworks distract them. ]

[ there's footage of you, satoru and suguru kissing. it ends with satoru kissing the camera as a joke. ]

[ most of the footage is corrupted after this. in the next video, satoru seems a bit older. ]

[ there's footage of a solo satoru, who's been enlightened and and burdened with being the strongest. he's on a mission alone, keeping the camcorder on as he exorcises a curse. he trots over to the camera. he seems less enthusiastic compared to the other videos. ]

"aaand that's what the strongest looks like while he's at work."

[ satoru looks smug and goofy, but something is off. his features look worn and tired. ]

[ there is already that slightly disingenuous liveliness showing in his demeanor just in this small video; the version of satoru that his students would know as just normal gojo sensei. ]

[ his smile falters as he rambles about y/n and suguru. ]

"i'm gonna give y/n a big kiss when i get home. miss you, angel. haha... why am i talking to a camera all by myself... that's so sad. i'm gonna film myself gettin' that kiss at home, just to prove i'm not some lonely idiot. i have a hot fiancé..."

[ one of the last photos taken on this camera is dated; august 2009. it's of you and satoru sharing a big kiss... neither of you knew it at the time, but it was your last kiss. ]

[ the next piece of footage is from 2018. it's a 28 year old gojo, his features show his maturity and the weathering of all the years he's endured living without you and suguru.]

"i found this camera while cleaning up. if i look 'n sound funny it's 'cuz i've been crying haha......"

"...... i miss you two..... haha... i can't shove the camera in your faces like i used to, now can i?"

[ he awkwardly smiles at the camera but then his face trembles and contorts into an ugly-cry as if he just remembered every single memory of his youth. ]

[ the footage ends with a broken, barely audible "fuck..." falling from the teacher's lips as he starts to cry and drops the camera to the floor. the rest is corrupted footage... just heaving sobs of the man who has no more memories to record with suguru and y/n. ]

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Second Best - K. Bakugou

word count: 1746

pairing: 3rdyear!Bakugou x nb!reader

cw and notes: might be ooc because i’ve literally never written this guy before Hurt/Comfort, Cussing it’s bakugou idk what you expected. Soft bakugou, Hopefully i did it right tho- comparing yourself to others, jealousy, envy, low self esteem, pet names (baby), unedited asf good luck reading it because i certainly didn't, good ending :)

synopsis: you can't stop comparing yourself to your boyfriend and one day it just gets to you

Always second best. That’s what you were.

Second best to Katsuki since… Well, always. Your boyfriend always strove to be number one, always strove for perfection in everything. He was number one in class, the most promising student in class 1-A despite his rough and brash personality. But even then, he was the best at everything. Even things you told yourself you were good at.

Cooking? He could make your mom’s recipe almost exactly the same way she did, always fine tuning the details. But you? You always changed something up, always forgot a step. Too much salt, too little garlic, not enough pepper, forgot the vegetables… and despite being with him for some time - for nearly 3 years now - during your time in UA, you grew almost resentful.

At first you felt guilty, because why would you ever compare yourself to him? Why should you be upset that he’s doing well for himself? But the thought that you were always falling behind, always miles behind and him miles ahead, it bubbled up jealousy. You never acknowledged it when you were around him. You always acted normal, acted the same. Had your usual spats and squabbles with him, had your small dates with him and exchanged vulnerable words. But the feeling kept gnawing at you. Especially during finals, always during finals or big exams. You both would work your asses off. Hell, he even helped you to study the majority of the time. 

Still, everytime you found that he was just better. Better at everything. Better with his quirk, better at studying, better at retaining information, better at testing, better at cooking your mother’s damn soup, better at planning dates, taking you out, getting gifts, better, better, better.

It left you upset late at night most times. Whenever you weren’t sleeping in his room your mind would whir with ways for you to improve - for you to catch up. And even when you were sleeping in his room, when he was already asleep you would still find yourself comparing and comparing and wishing you could just be better at one thing. Anything, just one thing.

Sometimes it made heat rise to your face when you would have these thoughts while looking over his sleeping form. His chest rose and fell with soft breaths while your eyes stung and burned and you tried to blink back your jealousy. Usually blinking them back and telling yourself to get over it did the trick. But one night it just didn’t. And you ended up wiping your eyes and turning away from him, settling into the pillow beneath your head and forcing yourself to fall asleep. 

But this night wasn’t like the others and no matter what you just couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. Your eyes kept flooding full of tears just for you to keep wiping them away, just for you to keep quietly sniffling and hiccupping and for your mind to keep milling over your jealousy and underlying disappointment with yourself because it honestly wasn’t fair! You were trying just as hard as he was, but he was always more driven, always more something and tonight you couldn’t take it anymore.

He heard you before he saw you. Back turned to him, quiet sniffles filling the otherwise silent room save for the sound of the fan. Scooting closer to you, he wrapped his arms around your waist. He knew better than to ask - he knew you weren’t the type to say it outright. 

“Oi, what’s wrong with you?” He asked anyway, his gruff voice having gone soft. It didn’t hold its usual snark or aggression, only a hint of the underlying concern he actually felt. When you didn’t answer, he sighed and held you tighter, letting his forehead rest against your shoulder. 

You could feel light kisses brushing against your skin, murmured words of comfort that he normally wouldn’t utter. See, he was even better than you at comforting his loved ones. All you usually managed was an ‘it’ll be okay’ or a hug, feeling too awkward when it came to making others feel better. Your throat tightened as did your chest, the heel of your palms pressing against your eyes as you tried to will yourself to stop crying over nothing. To stop being a baby and a jealous little shit. There was no reason to cry from an outside standpoint. But here you were, silently balling your eyes out for no reason (that’s what you thought Katsuki might be thinking at least). 

“It’s not fair.” You managed to choke out, words mumbled and muffled between a sharp intake of air. 

His hands rubbed soothing circles against your skin, his hold on you never faltering, but his lips stopped their soft brushes against your shoulder. “What’s not fair?”

You fell silent again. Should you tell him? But that would be selfish, what if it caused him problems? No, realistically, he would hold back for no one. Not even you. but what if he decided that you were being dramatic? What if this lead to one of your usual tiffs over nothing? What if you really were just being a crybaby? What if, what if, what if he’s too good for you? 

One of his hands abandoned your waist in favor of caressing your hair, rough fingers running through the strands all the way down, down, down to your neck and then back up again to the top in a calming fluid motion. “Breathe, baby. I can feel you tensing up.” He murmured against your ear, his rough voice growing increasingly softer. 

You stiffened for a moment. You hadn’t even realized you were taking in shallow breaths, but now you were hyper aware of your breathing and how tight your chest felt. Nodding to show that you heard him, you drank in slow, deep breaths, holding them for a few seconds before releasing them. 

You could hear him shifting behind you, both of his hands moving to cup your face. You could sense him hovering over you even as your hands stayed pressed to your eyes. You could feel the feather light kiss he pressed to your cheek and how quietly he asked you to move your hands. When you didn’t immediately comply, he gently encased his hands around your wrists, pulling your hands away himself.

Through bleary and wet eyes, you could make out the crease between his brows, his expression hardened into displeasure as he released your wrists. His displeasure wasn’t directed at you - never at you when you were like this.

He brushed the corner of your eyes free of tears with each thumb before pulling away. Settling back onto the bed and laying on his side, his warm hand brushed from your cheek to the back of your head, pulling you towards his chest. You let out a breath before you finally let yourself cry without holding it back; without the sniffling and bit back and choked sobs.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He asked as he held you tight, chin resting atop your head.

You swallowed thickly, not wanting to tell him that you were crying because of him. It wouldn’t be fair and you had convinced yourself you were being childish. He let silence fall between you two, not wanting to push anymore when it was obvious that you weren’t going to say.

But that was fine. He was fine with just holding you tight and grazing his lips on your forehead. He held you for a while after that, murmuring sweet words into your ear, rubbing your back and hair and telling you that everything was okay, meanwhile you just couldn’t stop for the life of you comparing and wondering about how he’d react if you told him why you were crying.

Until eventually, you broke it down to him, blubbered and mumbled and choked words of explanation finally tumbling from your trembling lips. You told him about your jealousy, about the comparisons, how you felt he was miles ahead and you constantly fighting for a way to at least catch up. How he was just better, how you thought you were being silly and dramatic and that “there was no reason” for you to be crying like this - breaking down over this. How he felt out of your league, how he was just too good for you. But as soon as he heard you tell him all that he fell silent and that made your stomach drop. Was he silently agreeing with you? Did he also think you were being a crybaby? Childish? Dramatic–

He held you so tight you thought your bones might break. His head buried in the space between your neck and shoulder, he scolded you.

“Don’t fucking say shit like that.” He rasped, voice barely above a whisper, “There’s no way I’m out of your league. If I was, I wouldn't have dated you in the first place.” His words were honest and straightforward, blunt but needed. “Baby, you’re fine the way you are. Stop comparing yourself to me, it’s unfair to yourself.” He said before pressing the softest kiss to the corner of your eye, kissing away your plump tears. “We’re different people, of course things are gonna come differently to each of us.” He soothed as he pulled away to kiss the corner of your other eye. “There’s a lot of shit that you're better at than me, so give yourself some credit, baby.”

You managed a few soft noises of acknowledgement and muffled “okay’s”, taking in a few heaving breaths as you worked to calm down. He didn’t stop holding you, he didn’t stop muttering comforts to try and quiet your tears, didn’t stop telling you all the ways you had one upped him, even in the smallest of ways. He tried to show you that you had your own accomplishments, that even he couldn’t do it all - and that was the thing absolutely hated to admit, but he did it for you.

He didn’t stop holding you, his calloused fingers tracing soft patterns against your arm, not even as your breathing regulated and you sniffed here and there. Not even when you fell asleep against his chest, your fingers clutching onto his shirt in an attempt to keep him there. Not that he was moving anytime soon. He didn’t even let you go when he fell asleep too, his arms falling slack around you, but still there. Still resting against your waist, his legs tangled with yours and his face buried against your shoulder.

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Happy Home | G. Satoru

Desc: Suguru gives Satoru a little push to jog his memory

Cw: MANGA SPOILERS UP TO 237, Fem!Reader, Childhood Friends, Angst???, Slight Torture :>, BITTERSWEET, fluff, reunion,

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Satoru Gojo

wc: 2051

“Now come this way.” Suguru says, standing up from his seat.

Satoru raises an eyebrow, curious as to what his friend wants him to do. He finds himself shooting up a little bit too aggressively, something very light, unharmful if you will, hitting his upper chest. It’s cold, possibly metal, and he digs inside of his uniform to find a necklace around he neck.

Now he’s confused, because in high school, he had never worn a necklace.

Two rings were attached to the chain, and it was clear that it was carefully crafted. The jewel embedded in it was a blue matching his eyes. He blinked carefully, inspecting it.

Now, he felt as though something was missing.

“We’ll be back. Meet us there!” Suguru shouts with a wave to the rest if their friends, placing his hand on Satoru’s shoulder as he guides him through the empty airport’s terminal.

“Where the hell are we going?” Satoru asks.

Suguru snorts, rolling his eyes at his friend while muttering under his breath,

“So annoying…” licking his lips, he continues, “We’re going to find something.”

And with that, Suguru opens a door.

“What the fuck?” Satoru says, stopping outside of the open door. Suguru is inside of the room— can he even call it a room?

It’s a completely different location. Bright and sunny, a tall green hedge, and a familiar dirt path.

Suguru waves him to come, and after a long mental debate, Satoru gives in. He trudges inside with a slouch, blinking as he tries to figure out how he knows this place.

From the beginning of the path, in the distance on this exact cloudless day, Satoru has a memory of this exact setting.

And he’s watching the memory as an outsider. A young Satoru, no older than five, is holding the hand of a girl, the same age as his younger self. He breathes out, watching himself and the girl pass. The girl’s face is blank, but her yellow backpack was oh-so familiar.

His heart thumped, watching her turn back, and suddenly, the blank face turned into someone.

She stared back curiously, like someone was there but she couldn't see them. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and chubby cheeks puffed. But, for a split second he could have sworn she smiled.

Her face goes blank once more, but she’s no longer facing him. She’s facing the little Satoru who’s smiling brightly at her.

Suguru stands back at the door, his arms crossed as he nods his head back towards the door. Satoru feels like a robot, nodding wordlessly as he steps back in without question. His eyebrows are furrowed, clearly lost in thought.

In the same hall, Suguru walks down, standing in front of another door.

“Wait. Wait… before you open that up again, are you sure this isn’t a dream?” Satoru asks almost sweetly, fluttering his eyelashes like a fool at his best friend.

He deadpans, fed up with the white haired male.

Suguru swiftly opens the door and shoves his friend in, only for the infinity user to be met with a pit.

Screaming as he free falls down the dark depth, he eventually lands. Falling onto his back with a grunt, he turns to the side only to be met with a girl. She seems older now. Her body shakes as she gives a long laugh, the wind tousling her hair.

That familiar, annoying laughter is buzzing in his ear. And there he sees himself, identical to himself now, freefalling besides him.

He can’t hear the conversation between his other self and the girl, no matter if he strains his ears.

He stares at her once more, and he begins to realize that he knows her. He truly knows her.

It’s you.

Suguru’s rainbow scaled dragon lunges down, catching Satoru and taking him back to the door.

“Anything?”

“Yeah…” he breathes out. Suguru’s eyebrows shoot upward, excited that Satoru will finally remem—

“That was the girl we saw earlier!”

Suguru bites his tongue hard. His hand grips Satoru’s shoulder again, directing him to another door. “Okay, really look at her.” Suguru tells him. Satoru nods eagerly, this time he opens the door himself, and he’s slightly shocked.

Literally. Like electricity zaps him at his fingertips.

He pulls his hand away quickly, wincing before glaring at his friend while he shakes the stinging limb out.

“Whoops, forgot you couldn't do that.”

“The hell?”

“My bad,” he snickers, opening the door and smiling as he points him into the room.

The setting of this room is dimmer.

“Satoru, remember that these are just memories.”

Satoru is sitting at the table, chairs on the opposite ends but not on the side he is facing.

A woman with blindfolds his tied to the chair. Clearly bruised and beaten, her arms are tied with rope, rubbing her skin raw.

“Gojo Satoru,” the person commanded.

You lazily shook your head, your hair dry with your own blood. “We’ve got all day.” The man in front if you says calmly.

Your lips are chapped, dry and cracked with blood.

Satoru doesn’t realize he even turned his Cursed Technique on, not even knowing it was possible to turn it on in the after life.

His eyes gleam blue, and though your head is hung low, you can feel it.

Feel him.

You smirk, mumbling incantations that irritate the men in front of the table.

Suguru’s hand catches Satoru’s collar, and he’s instantly pulled back into the hallway of the terminal.

Satoru is laying down on the cold floor, staring up into the light hanging above him. Not even realizing he’s crying, he glances at Suguru.

“Where is she?”

Suguru sighs, showing him a small smile before ushering him up.

“It’s a long walk—”

“I don’t care.”

Suguru chuckles, “You never change do you?”

The last room in the hallway. All the way at the end.

Satoru had come to notice every door was different, but familiar. From your childhood, the doors were all the same, and on the opposite side were his own. He comes to realize that the memories were all your own. And his were across yours.

Suguru stops in front of the door, hands in his pockets. “Open it.”

Satoru analyzes his face, looking for even a hint of lies but he finds nothing. His hand shakily goes up to the knob, twisting it until it clicks open.

It’s a home.

The front door to a home. It’s bright, and there's distant humming. He looks at his hands, and they’re larger than he remembers. Sweatpants and a white t-shirt instead of his uniform on his body.

He looks around the home, and realizes this was the one the two of you designed years ago. When he turns around, Suguru is right behind him, older as well. He almost laughs.

“Dude, what the hell is going on?”

Suguru says nothing, pushing Satoru from the house door towards the living room, which left a completely open space in the kitchen.

There you are.

Leaning into the oven, at the table sat Megumi and Tsumiki, but the two were facing you. Your hair up, and it looks like you had just woken up.

You were laughing at something Tsumiki said, and when you turn around— oh he wishes he could capture this memory in a glass, watch it over and over.

“S–atoru?” You stammer, dropping the spatula you were holding.

He smiles, watching Tsumiki and Megumi look over their shoulders. They freeze, and surprisingly, Tsumiki is the first up.

Megumi stays seated, one hand on the table, one holding the edge of his chair.

He wants to get up, but he’s frozen. Megumi’s body was responsible for taking his life after all. You haven't moved either, watching Satoru embrace Tsumiki tightly, leaning to the ground as the children are in their younger years. He stands up, arm on Tsumiki’s shoulder as he starts walking to Megumi.

Slow steps, slow and steady, then, when the chair goes flying, Megumi is all over him. He’s suddenly 15, then 13, then 10, then 7, and now a first grader again.

He’s crying, holding Satoru’s cotton shirt in balls in his fists, wailing. “Dad!” He repeats in shaky cries, hiding his head in the crook of his neck.

Satoru picks him up, holding him and taking Tsumiki in his other arm. He’s hunched to the floor, his hands holding their heads close to his neck.

You’re watching the scene, still unmoving. Finally, you take a small, hesitant step towards the three.

Satoru immediately looks up, and his eyes shine in a way you’d see when he’s staring at kikufuku. “Satoru,” you whisper, shaking your head to bat the forming tears away.

You smile, tilting your head at him. “What do you want for breakfast?”

He chuckles, almost sadly. “You know, the usual.”

You gather your strength and walk to him, kneeling down and pecking him on his lips. Your forehead rests on his own, your eyes are closed as you greet, “Welcome home.”

Now he’s the one laughing, not even realizing he's crying he continues to laugh.

He calls your name out brokenly, and Tsumiki and Megumi slowly release themselves from his grip.

While crouching, he clumsily embraces you, causing you both to fall on the floor. His large hand is on your cheek, eyes closed while he whispers, “I’m so sorry for forgetting you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” he cries.

You’re smiling, reaching up to his face to wipe his tears. “You're alright, you're alright.” You tell him, but he continues. “I’m sorry...”

You lift yourself up from your laying position, taking him with you. “Satoru, you’re alright now. No more apologizing,” you chastised playfully, pinching his nose.

“That’ll get you nowhere. Let’s just think about now.” Now you’re smiling, “And now, I’m making breakfast, so let’s get you seated at the table,” With a kiss to his cheek, you lift him off the floor. Holding his hand you lead him to the table.

Megumi and Tsumiki are seated at the table as well, back at their seats.

You feel like laughing when you see all their puffy eyes and red faces.

You turn to the door and raise an eyebrow. Your legs take you to the entrance and you swing it open.

“Suguru, come in,” you tell him, and he glances around.

You reach your hand out, and when you do, the barrier causes your arm to have your uniform.

Pulling him in he stumbles, your hands on his shoulders as you push him to the seat next to Satoru.

Suguru blinks at him before laughing hard. “You all look like you got stung by bees!” He chortles while pointing childishly.

“Pft—!”

Satoru slams the table, pointing at his friend accusing, “Shut up, Suguru!”

You walk back into the kitchen and finish cooking.

By the time you turned around, the table was filled with everyone that you knew in your life.

Kuroi, Riko, Yaga, Kento, Haibara.

You felt your eyes watering, and after taking a quick inhale, you smiled, taking the plates to the table. “Help yourselves.” You told them, sitting at your own seat. The head of the table, next to Megumi and Satoru.

This was perfect.

This was home.

Satoru grabbed your hand that rested closest to him and smiled. “You came just in time.” You chuckled, Megumi’s feet swinging in his chair, Tsumiki nibbling on a waffle from her fork.

Suguru was with his girls, Nanako and Mimiko, wiping their faces. Haibara was talking enthusiastically with Yaga, who only seemed to nod as he attempted to follow along with the talkative man.

Nanami sat quietly, per usual, but he too seemed happy.

You bent your head down, and rested your other hand on Megumi’s head, ruffling his hair.

His cheeks puffed up, but he didn't push you off like he normally would. He stayed, until Tsumiki started teasing him.

“Are you going to eat, Satoru?”

“Yeah,” Megumi starts, poking his plate with his fork, his head hung down as he continues, “Are you gonna eat, Dad?”

Anyone could see the steam escaping the boy's face, but he was making an effort. His ears glowed a bright pink.

Satoru felt his heart swell. He picks up a fork, watching you slide a waffle to his plate.

“I will,

Thank you for the meal."

[superluver]

This is like eating a 5 star dessert

Repel and Attract

Repel and Attract: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Synopsis: Satoru Gojo and you had a...complicated relationship. You'd realized over the two years you'd known him, somewhere along the line his stupid jokes and cocky grin made your stomach twist and your heart flutter. But you don't have much time to think about it when you finally realize, because Satoru and Suguru have both been sent on a mission: protect and deliver the Star Plasma Vessel. A near death experience, a big argument and a couple of weeks of ignoring each other later, you realize: maybe there's hope?

word count: 6.2k

Tags: angst to comfort, TW expressions of trauma, character (near) death, SFW, Satoru's kinda mean but it all works out. (if anyone can think of anything else please let me know!)

A/N: So, this is my first fic I think I've ever publicly posted. I am genuinely so sorry if it's ass because I wrote this forever ago and kept proofreading and proofreading until it got to the point that the final version was hardly anything like the draft. This is SUPER SFW, like, they don't even kiss lol. I just really wanted to put a perspective on things from the Hidden Inventory Arc, and I didn't really think that it would be realistic for them to have a big fight and then kiss whenever they're both not at a place to do so. Anyway, I'll stop talking so you guys can read and enjoy! I feel like this goes without saying, but I do not consent to ANY form of copying my writing. Plagiarism isn't cool lmao. I still have a long way to go in terms of setting up everything in regards to a masterlist on my blog, but I will try to at least have a couple of things out soon!

“So, you gonna miss me? I mean, if I were you I would.” Satoru says to you, and you think you have to physically hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at his statement. “You’re always so full of yourself. Seriously, it’s like you’re incapable of being humble.” You say, giving him a light shove with your shoulder as the two of you walk back to the dorms. Satoru had just gotten assigned to a mission with Suguru, and would be leaving any minute. You weren’t going to lie to yourself and say you weren’t worried about him, but, you would lie to him. He didn’t have to know that you were worried, or that you’d miss him (God only knows what it would do to his ego).

“Please,” He says with a light laugh, “I can't wait to see what a crying mess you are when I get back, then you can’t hide that you missed me.” Satoru was walking a few steps ahead of you and had turned to face you, walking backwards. ‘Damn it, that’s really cool’ You thought angrily to yourself. Speaking of anger, it angered you how naturally capable he was in everything. He was just naturally a talented jujutsu sorcerer, naturally athletic, and naturally  hot as fuck. Truly, you found yourself arguing with your own brain some days, trying to figure out what trauma you had gone through to make you attracted to him. 

What? 

You were not fucking attracted to him. Not in the slightest. You found yourself refocusing your thoughts, listening as the white haired teen spoke of his agenda for the next two days.

“It shouldn’t take long at all, all we’re having to do is take some star plasma brat to Tengen, have her ‘assimilate’--or whatever--and then we’re done. So don’t worry your pretty little head about me, y/n.” he says with a lopsided grin, bending slightly to meet your height and slinging an arm over your shoulders. You have to force yourself to only mentally freak out, choosing to swiftly slip out from under his arm, giving him a swat on the shoulder. “Go away.” You grumble and cross your arms, ignoring the way his laugh made your stomach flutter. 

 Okay, you did not have a crush on Satoru fucking Gojo. You have been telling yourself this phrase almost every day for about a year now, and normally in front of a mirror…repeatedly. Listen, you did not like the guy. He was full of himself and egotistical. Plus, he had this stupid grin, and a stupid laugh, and it really irked you whenever he’d started taking walks with you around the dorms every afternoon and you would be caught staring and fuck, you did have a crush on Satoru fucking Gojo. Coming to this realization while he’s right next to you, reaching his arm back around you, and tilting his head  forward so you could get a glimpse of his eyes proved to you that the universe was never on your side. Because now you were putting all of your focus into keeping your breathing steady and your face the same shade. At this point, you couldn’t even listen to what he was saying. “Aw, y/n, are you really that worried about me? I’ll text you every morning,” He says in a sing-song tone that was so overly dramatic you cringed. “And, I’ll even throw in a call every now and then, just for you.” he says, as if these suggestions of his are something you were hoping he would do anyway (which you weren’t, by the way.). You catch yourself screwing up your face and spitting out a scoff, elbowing his side roughly. Satoru lets out an exaggerated grunt, throwing his hand over his ribs and off of your shoulder. You immediately get a little colder now that he wasn’t touching you anymore. “So, I’ll call you?” he asks you with a grin, turning to walk away, signaling the end of your walk. It hit you then that he was going to be gone for two days, and that Tengen himself had wanted Satoru and Suguru to go, and that this mission sounded dangerous. You were suddenly met with a weird sense of unease. He had already turned his back to you, and you found yourself calling out to him before you could stop yourself.

“Hey,” you call out to him, watching as he turns his head towards you. ‘Fuck, what am I supposed to say now?’ You think to yourself, panicked. It wasn’t like you could call out “Be careful, my sweet Satoru! P.S., I think I’m in love with you!” to him without sounding clinically insane. So instead, you clear your throat and say “Make sure you say bye to Shoko, too.” He smiles at you. A pretty smile that almost glowed. Your heart skips a beat as you watch him turn and shake his head as he walks away.

The following two days passed so slowly for you that you had to try not to be upset when you heard that they were extending their mission for an additional day. The first night of his and Suguru’s mission, you had been glancing at your phone every few minutes to check if he had texted you at all. Giving up, you decided to get ready for bed and began brushing your teeth. That being said, you nearly threw your phone when he called you, quickly spitting out your toothpaste and flipping your phone open. 

“Miss me yet?” He started once you’d finally decided to answer the call. “Please.” You said, trying to ignore the awkwardness of your voice and tuck your phone in between your ear and shoulder as you pace your bathroom. “As if. It’s honestly been super relaxing since you’ve been gone. It’s so quiet,” You say, mentally slapping yourself on the back for the nice save, “Could you stay there until I graduate? That would be great; I could actually think for once.” You add. Fuck, that may have been too much. Maybe just not say anything else? Maybe hang up the call? You didn’t know anymore.

“Ahhh, you’re so mean, y/n. Why is it that you’re only mean to me? You get along with everyone else just fine!” Satoru whines, his faux annoyance with you only lasting a second before he pipes up, “It has to be because I’m your favorite. That’s what it is! God, wait until I tell everyone.”

And now he’s just talking to himself. You lightly shake your head to rid yourself from the blush that had begun to form, rolling your eyes at his muttering. “Ah, sorry, what was that? I think you’re cutting out, Satoru.” You say, holding in a laugh as he begins to speak louder. “Don’t play that shit with me, y/n, you can hear me fine.” He says, and you can practically see him holding his phone directly in front of his mouth. “Ah, shit. Gotta go. Suguru just walked in. Call you tomorrow?” Satoru asks, not giving you time to answer him before he ends the call. It takes a few seconds for you to process his words. He was going to call again. Tomorrow. Now your entire face was flushed, and you tossed your phone onto your bed before going back to your bathroom to finish getting ready for bed.

 The following couple of days were mostly spent flipping open your phone to find a couple of texts from Satoru. Most of them were small and meaningless (like the picture of himself he’d sent you of him blowing you a kiss), while others were him rubbing it in your face that he wasn’t around (as if you weren’t already perfectly aware). However, you couldn’t really hide your disappointment when he didn’t call like he said he would. In fact, the texts he sent you grew to be shorter and shorter until eventually you were staring at the same text message you’d sent earlier that morning with no reply to follow it. You felt yourself growing more frustrated at the fact that you missed him. So when Shoko strolled over to you and said that he and Suguru were going to be back soon, you practically jumped out of your seat to follow her and meet them. You, and all your free time you’d had to think about your crush had put your poor heart through the ringer. You’d decided that once you saw him again, you’d talk to him about it. Satoru may joke around constantly, but you knew that if you truly came to him about your feelings, he would talk to you regardless of his own. And who cares if he doesn’t have feelings for you? It wasn’t like your crush on him was anything crazy. Once you got his answer you would be able to go on about your day, and leave all the “what if’s” behind. 

As the two of you walk (Well, actually, you were practically skipping, while Shoko was trudging along behind you.), you feel your heart race and you try to ignore it. ‘Why am I even this excited?’ You ask yourself, before hearing the footsteps behind you abruptly stop. Shoko stops in her tracks, and you feel yourself accidentally tug her forward, not realizing she’d stopped. “Shit,” she curses, looking at you with a lazy smile, “Forgot my pack of cigs, I’ll be back.” 

You practically splutter, turning around to face her. “Are you really going back for a cigarette?” you ask with a light laugh. Shoko grins wider and turns around to march her way back to wherever she’d left the stupid pack, “Yeah, gotta at least be smoking when we see them again. It adds loads to my character. Can’t have them thinking they’re on top of the world now that they helped with whatever that star plasma shit was.” she says with  a shrug. You laugh at her, turning back to begin walking towards the clearing. The more you walk, you immediately feel an overwhelming uneasiness. Choosing to brush it off as general nervousness about seeing Satoru again, you continue walking, noticing the eerie silence that filled the air. You slow to a stop as the sight in front of you begins to register in your mind.

“SHOKO!” 

You hadn’t even fully begun to process what you were seeing. Satoru and blood, so much blood. Your vision swims, and you stumble over to where the boy laid, barely making out his face. You can’t tell if it’s because your brain couldn’t piece together what you were looking at, or if it was from the tears that poured from your eyes. Your breathing shallow, and shaking so violently you catch yourself sobbing harder as you reach for him. ‘I have to see if he’s alive! Oh my God, is he alive?’ You frantically think to yourself, reaching to check for any signs of life only to retract your hands. The sight of his body is burning its image into your eyes, and all you can do is cry as you sit with him, unable to do anything. You realize how helpless you must seem. ‘I can’t do anything!’ Your hand reaches out to lightly touch his hair, finding blood on your fingers as you touch what you could only assume was a fatal stab to the skull. You quickly pull your hand away again, only being able to think of one thing in your panicked state, ‘Shoko, she can check to see if he’s alive and heal him; she can at least try.’  

“SHOKO!” You scream louder this time, your voice breaking as you force yourself to look away from Satoru’s limp body. You gag, the sight not being able to leave you. You were never one to faint at the sight of a gory scene, that’s why it was always easy for you to exorcize curses. But right now, seeing his body laying like that, it was almost too much for you to bear. You swivel your head around, listening for any sign that Shoko could’ve heard you. The only sound that reaches your ears is the buzz of the few stray fly-heads that circles the both of you and that of your own breathing--heavy and uneven. Shakily stepping away from the boy, you spin on your heels and yell for Shoko again, as loud as your voice will allow you in between the sobs and hiccups that racked your body. It sounds strangled and torn, but it does the trick. 

You practically run into the girl, her wide eyes staring back at you as she grabs your shoulders firmly. “What is it?!” She says, panicking now that she can see the state you’re in. Her grip tightens, and you sob harder, trying to pull her in the direction you came from. “I-It’s Satoru! He’s, he’s--” You cut yourself off, shoving a hand over your mouth to stifle a cry. “He was inside the school’s barrier! He should have been okay, he should’ve been--” You stop talking again,  aggressively wiping at your eyes and trying to control your breathing as you both run to the entrance of the school grounds. “You have to help him, Shoko,” You manage to get out, her strong grip on your hand never faltering. She finally understood the severity of the situation, and you felt her speed up her run, pumping her legs as hard as you were now. When you finally make it to the clearing, you skid to a stop and stifle a gasp. Satoru’s body had seemingly disappeared, leaving a large puddle of blood in its place, and a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

The initial explanation of what you had seen was pitiful, at best. All you could really remember was how Satoru had looked, how much blood there was, and how you felt as if all the oxygen had gotten kicked out of your lungs. Shoko tried her best to make out the words you’d continued to splutter out, rubbing your back a bit as you both tried to figure out what to do next. Not being able to figure out where his body went, you had both chalked it up to being whoever had attacked him once they had gotten within the barrier had come back to retrieve his body while you were finding Shoko. You remembered how grateful for her you were in that moment, knowing that without her, there was no way you would’ve been able to ground yourself. 

Having seen Suguru outside of the school hours later, face grim, you had decided to check on him, sure that he had heard the news of Satoru. Slowly approaching him, you look up. “Suguru, are you..okay?” You ask, cringing a little at the sound of your voice and your choice of words. Silently, Suguru turns to look at you and merely nods, before pausing his actions and letting his shoulders slump. You notice the slight shake in his shoulders and he walks over to you, his head hanging, and your eyes widen as you feel him pull you into a hug. Suguru wasn’t ever the one to initiate any type of contact, always being a bit more reserved than Satoru had been. Your brows angle in worry as you hug him back, feeling his body shake as you hold him. “Suguru?” You ask hesitantly, and he begins talking. He talks about how he witnessed Satoru get stabbed, that he���d told him to take the girl they’d been protecting and get her to Tengen’s temple, that they’d decided to not go through with the assimilation, and that he’d watched a man kill her right before his eyes. Feeling a spot on your shoulder begin to dampen, you squeeze him a bit as he goes quiet again, before pulling away to look at you. Somewhere in the middle of his explanation, you’d begun to cry again; tear stains, sniffling, and red eyes being the only evidence of it now. Saying nothing, he begins walking along the sidewalk, turning back to look at you expectantly. Choosing to follow him, you fall into step behind him and stay silent, allowing the sound of the late evening’s breeze fill the air. The boy slightly turns his head to you, not quite meeting your eyes as you both continue to walk. 

“Satoru is really something, isn’t he, y/n?” He asks you. A little confused at the wording of his question, you tilt your head quizzically at him. “I mean, before it was only Shoko who knew reversed curse techniques,” He continues, but the words that follow fall on deaf ears. ‘Reversed curse technique?’ you ask yourself, before the pit in your stomach slowly begins to fade. This is when you realize that he never explicitly said that Satoru had died. That he hadn’t mentioned anything about Satoru after he’d talked about taking the girl to Tengen’s temple.  “Wait, Suguru, are you saying he healed himself? He’s still alive?” You ask, trying not to sound frantic as your eyes search him for answers. Suguru looks at you blankly for a moment, before asking: “Yeah, believe it or not. He hasn’t come to see you? Shoko had texted  me just a few minutes ago, asking if I’d had the chance to meet back up with Satoru. That’s odd.” 

You take a moment to let his words sink in. Satoru was alive, and he was okay. You felt relief wash over you as you told yourself those words. Then, you began to realize that he had healed himself, and then met with Suguru and Shoko, but had not said a single thing to you. You look at Suguru, an odd feeling in your belly, “Do you know where he went?” 

“I’m thinking he may have gone back to the dorms. I would imagine he’d be tired.” The teen said to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “He’s..he’s not entirely himself right now,” Suguru started, and you furrowed your brows. ‘Not himself?’ You repeated the words in your mind, as Suguru continued, “I’m not quite sure, y/n, but please, don’t think too much about anything he says to you. He wasn’t making much sense when I saw him. Maybe the new technique took more out of him than he realized.” 

As you raced to the boys’ dorms, you felt your thoughts keeping pace with your legs. ‘Is he really alive? Suguru wouldn’t joke about something like that. I can’t believe he learned a reversed cursed technique.’ You let your brain run wild as the image of his body laying in his own blood surfaced again, and you tried not to cry again. Skidding to a stop in the hallway, you stare dumbfoundedly in front of you. ‘Huh.’ All of that crying and screaming and panicking began to feel as if it wasn’t needed as you looked at the white-haired teen standing in front of you now, perfectly alive. 

“Satoru?” You ask him. You can’t help but notice how exhausted he looks as he turns to face you. Most of the blood that had been on his body the last time you saw him was gone, however his clothes were covered in the remnants of blood stains. He looks at you for a moment, silence passing between the two of you. “Oh, hey y/n,” He says without his usual grin, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning on the doorframe to his room, “I don’t see any tears, you really didn’t miss me, did you?” 

You pause, noticing how his words don’t quite carry the same energy as before. “I saw you..” You trail off, and he sighs loudly. “Ah, whoops,” He says, cracking his neck. “Wish you coulda seen what I did after you left me there,” He starts, but you cut in. “What did you do, Satoru?” You look at him with guarded eyes. Something definitely wasn’t right. He was saying all the same things he would always say, but the tired and slightly aggravated tone that followed put you off in the worst way. “Couldn’t be bothered to stick around, yeah?” Your face scrunches up at his words, confused. “What are you talking about? I went to go find Shoko.” You say, growing slightly frustrated at the teen. At this rate, you were ready to wring his neck for an answer. Normally he would be much more boastful about his accomplishments, but it almost seemed like he was purposefully not telling you everything. He scoffs, “Whatever you say, y/n. As if I’d need Shoko for a hiccup like that.” The air that filled the room seemed to thicken, and your disbelief in the manner he was talking was more than prevalent. After a pregnant pause, Satoru eyes you before turning to get inside his dorm room.

You find yourself gripping his sleeve before he can walk away from you. “Suguru said you’d learned your reversed curse technique. Wanna explain how that happened?” You ask him and he pulls his sleeve from your hold. He tilts his head at you, “I guess  being close to death can do that. I know, crazy to believe what the body can do in a time of crisis.” He says bitterly, and you look up at him in confusion. “I'm tired, y/n. Leave me alone so I can get some sleep.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff, and you narrow your eyes. “No, I don’t think I’m going to.” You say. You can’t help yourself. Something about the way he was talking, the look in his eyes, everything just felt…off. “What’s going on with you, Satoru? You’re acting differently. Suguru said something about you not being--”

“Stop talking if you’re gonna give me the same spill about how we need to protect others. I’m tired of hearing that shit.” He cuts you off, and you pause as you think about his words. ‘What did he and Suguru talk about? Was this why Suguru told me not to take his words to heart? Was this what he was talking about?’ You think to yourself. Satoru’s voice drags you out of your thoughts. “I’m tired of hearing a lot of things, really. That you thought I would need Shoko to ‘help’ me, that there’s a reason we protect non-sorcerers, that there’s a line to avoid crossing..all of it. I don’t need anyone waiting by me on the sidelines to watch out for me anymore. I am the strongest sorcerer of our generation, y/n. I don’t need anyone else when I have this much talent. That’s why I didn’t bother with trying to find you earlier.”

The weight of his words settle in, and you feel yourself not recognizing the person in front of you. You grow angry, and why wouldn’t you? Satoru’s words cut deep. He was talking as if no one else mattered. And then that feeling you’d gotten before you’d been worried and crying for nothing came back full force, but for an entirely different reason now. The feelings of relief turned to anger, your heart tightening painfully. “Fuck you,” You say, another scoff leaving your lips. “Like I will stick around after that. You know, as egotistical as you are, you have never been this bad. And to think I was excited to have you come back.” You grit your teeth, letting out a dry laugh as look up at him, gathering up all the anger in your body to force it out onto the boy. “Oh! Was gonna tell you that I thought I had feelings for you once you got back, and maybe I would’ve been able to put it behind me afterwards. But don’t worry, I’m way over that now.” You spit out, feeling the smallest bit of relief to finally have said it out loud. “Get a fucking grip on yourself, and when you’re ready to actually meet each other again, come and find me. I’m not sure who the hell I’m talking to right now, but it’s not at all the Satoru that I thought I knew.” You spin on your heels and walk away, absolutely appalled with how Satoru had been acting. You don’t bother turning around to check if he was still standing there.  If he’d wanted you to stick around, he didn’t say anything, because all you could hear were the loud steps of your feet as you walked quickly back to your own dorm room. Once inside, you kicked off your shoes and took a deep breath, before feeling your eyes well up with tears. You really weren’t over it, were you? Trudging to your bathroom, you flip the light on and look at yourself in the mirror. “God damn,” You say to yourself, analyzing your tear streaked cheeks and puffy, red-ringed  eyes. “I look like shit.” The tears fall freely down your face now, and it was all you could do to brush your teeth and wash your face. Scrubbing your eyes as if to personally threaten the tears from falling again, you slump back to your bedroom, seeing your phone buzz as you change. Your mind immediately wanders to Satoru, and you rush to grab your phone before dropping it in distaste when you realize it wasn’t him texting you to apologize. Shoko had texted you, sending a simple ‘You okay?’ 

You pick your phone back up, typing out a hasty answer to keep her from worrying about you, pressing send. Tossing  your phone to the edge of your bed, you throw yourself under the covers and begin to feel sorry for yourself. The threat you made to your eyes in the bathroom held no weight anymore. Tears reappeared at the base of your eyelashes, and you had long lost the energy to care anymore. Staying like that for a while, you let yourself cry as you hug yourself under the covers. You and Satoru had never not just clicked. It was always so easy to talk to him, and yet your most recent conversation felt like pulling teeth. Your eyes grew tired of crying, and you grew tired of thinking, so you closed them and forced yourself to sleep.

It was a wonder how you got through the first week of not speaking to Satoru at all. When required to, like in class or on small missions, you’d gone back to calling him Gojo, something you hadn’t done in  over a year. It felt like swallowing nails every time, and you tried not to think about the way his face had changed once he’d realized. There weren’t any  more text messages, phone calls, or late afternoon walks. After that night you’d both argued, he hadn’t texted you and well, you didn’t feel like texting him either. Then it turned into him not saying anything to you in class, and in turn you did the same. As if that wasn’t enough, the friend group you’d both been involved with had changed entirely, too. Suguru grew even more reserved than usual, taking missions by himself, though you’d always offer to go with him. He frequented your company much less now, and the times you had seen him you’d noticed how the bags under his eyes got heavier, and he’d begun to look smaller, as though he were shrinking in on himself. Gojo and Shoko would talk on occasion, and Gojo and Suguru hardly talked at all; the relationship you’d all had completely diminished. You caught your mind wandering (too many times for you to count) about where it had all gone wrong. If it was when you’d decided to leave him to find Shoko, or when he’d sent a small text admitting that he thought the mission was almost too difficult, or if it was just accepting the mission from the beginning. After the first week passed, something in the air seemed to shift, and it started the morning you woke up with a text from Gojo:

‘Can we talk?’

You almost responded, having to force yourself from typing out a response. He’d had a week to apologize, and that was more than enough time for you to move on with your life, right? You snap your phone shut, running a hand down your face. You had made a pact with yourself not to talk to Gojo until he’d fully had time to think about the weight of his words. You knew that whatever was going on, he wasn’t going to talk about it. You also knew that he would try to win you back once he’d gotten his tantrum out of the way. Still though, you felt your heart twinge every time you thought of the argument you’d had a week prior. Though he’d thrown little fits in the past (yes, he was like a toddler.), it’d never gone to this extreme. A part of you worried that he’d never be able to see what he did was wrong, not truly. That all he’d be able to see was that someone was mad at him but not see or want to change the reason why. You sigh and finish dressing, getting ready for class. 

The following few days ran almost in a cycle. You would wake up to a text from Satoru asking to talk to you, you’d ignore it, go to class and would pretend not to see the way he stared at you, get out of school, ignore him and walk to your dorms, and ignore his texts and calls that never seemed to end. On the fourth day of outright ignoring him, you blocked his contact, exhausted from reading all of the messages he’d spammed you with. Most of them were just asking to meet up, but today’s message was a little different. ‘If you don’t want to talk, then we don't have to. But please, stop ignoring me.’ 

You felt that twinge in your heart again, and you cleared your throat, regaining any of your composure that had slipped. You read the text one last time, before hitting the block icon on your phone. However, as you got dressed and left for class, and you saw him sitting at a desk in the classroom, you didn’t look past him. Instead, when you felt his eyes on you, you met his gaze. Just slightly, and only for a fraction of a second, but you looked. You fought with yourself not to look at him anymore after that, but you let a few glances slip. And every time without fail, when you’d look over at him you’d catch his piercing blue eyes staring right back at you.

Later that night you lay in your bed, feeling utterly confused with your feelings. What had happened to staying strong? You mentally curse yourself as you sit up with a huff. You look around your room, trying to find any excuse to pass the time instead of actually going to bed. Your eyes land on your phone again, and you remember all of the day's activities all over again. Slipping under the covers to run away from every single feeling that had sprouted in your brain today, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to fall asleep. As you begin to drift off, the sound of your window sliding open makes your eyes fly open and you sit up, eyes falling onto a gangly white haired menace with one foot shoving its way through the opening. “Gojo?” you ask, a little panicked. He startles, losing his grip and stumbling the rest of the way through your window. Promptly getting back to his feet, he leans against the wall and smiles. You can’t help but feel a sense of deja vu, as he leaned against the wall with the same look of exhaustion on his face that he’d had only a couple of weeks prior. You stare at him for a second. He…he looked like shit. As if he hadn’t slept in days, the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy. ‘Had he been sleeping? Actually, he looks like he’s lost weight. Why am I just now noticing this?’  You drag yourself out of your thoughts as he clears his throat. “Um, fancy seeing you here?” He says with a smile, the tips of his ears just slightly pink. You roll your eyes, “If you take another step I’ll start screaming. What are you doing?” 

“Still have my number blocked.” He says with a shrug. Even though he looked exhausted, his normal energetic tone was back. You scoffed and turned away from him, feeling his hand grab your arm. You spin back around and open your mouth to scream, you were a woman of your word, after all. But it seemed that Gojo knew this, because his free hand was immediately clamped over your mouth and he looked at you with wide eyes. “Please, y/n. I want to apologize.” 

You raise your brows at that, trying not to think about his hand on your mouth (though you do allow a brief, second-long moment in your head for you to scream). He looks at you expectantly, and you roll your eyes before following it with a small nod. He slowly takes his hand from your mouth and you hate that you miss the feeling of it. Keeping his other hand wrapped around your arm, he looks at the ground before hesitantly meeting your eyes again. You never thought you’d see him this vulnerable, this small.

“So, I’m sorry,” He starts, choosing to move his eyes to where his hand kept its hold. “For all of it. Really. I wasn’t really acting like myself, was I?” He asks, smiling almost sheepishly. You say nothing, not really looking at him anymore. ‘If that’s all he’s going to say, I’ll beat his ass right here.’ you think to yourself. “I don’t think I handled the whole near death experience very well.” He continues, and you begin to think that your silence is making him panic. “Anything to add? Or are you done?” You ask with your brow quirked. He stutters a bit before adding “I wasn’t mad at you or anything, I promise. I just think I let my little power-up get to my head for a bit. But I’m tame now! So, whaddya say, evening stroll? For old times’ sake?” He rambles, a smile that was absolutely not fooling anyone plastered on his face. The poor guy looked nervous as hell. You deadpan at him, giving him some time to realize that was not the right thing to say. “You gonna tell me you don’t need anyone again?” You ask, crossing your arms. “No! I actually need you, more than you know.” He blurts, his previous smile had now morphed into a startled expression. You take a second to realize what you heard. 

“What?”

Satoru looks at you, a thousand yard stare gracing his face. “Uh, what?”

“Satoru, what did you just say?” You ask again, and he begins looking around the room, eyes flitting to anywhere but your own. You stare, unimpressed, and his eyes light up. “You’re calling me Satoru again!” He cheers, and your eyes widen at the realization. He doesn’t give you too much time to think about it, though, because he points to you. “Actually, that reminds me. I want to talk about something you said when we’d been fighting.” He says, his normal shit-eating grin back on his face.

You realize exactly what he’s talking about, and curse yourself as you shake your head. ‘Damn it. He remembered.’ You think, shaking your head even faster now. “Nope. No, no no. We will not be talking about that. I’m more interested in you telling me if you got all your shit sorted out. I’m not interested in ‘old times’ sake’ if you haven’t.” You say, crossing your arms tighter and looking away from him. As nice as it was to listen to him apologize, you wanted to make sure he really meant it, and that he had been working through whatever had him in that state. You told yourself your make your decision of forgiveness based on his answer, which only took a couple of seconds. “I feel the same way, you know.” He says with a smile, and you try not to let your surprise show on your face; the racing of your heart was a bit harder to control, though. You manage to keep a straight face as he walks closer, hesitantly pulling you into a hug. You feel him inhale sharply as you slowly wrap your arms around him, feeling his grip get just a little tighter, and his voice sounds just a little shakier. “And I may not have everything figured out yet, but I’m trying.” He whispers. You sigh and let silence fill the air once more, and you smile a bit to yourself as you hear the sound of his heart racing beneath your ear. “I guess I can work with that.” You say, squeezing him a bit. His hold on you grows impossibly tight, and you swear you can feel his lips press to the top of your head. “So, you forgive me?” He asks with enough cockiness to make up for the past nearly two weeks of desperate looks and begging questions.

You laugh lightly, having forgave him much earlier than now.

 “I’ll think about it.”

Credits: divider 1: meovishhh (tumblr); divider 2: celcero (tumblr) ; divider 3: celcero (tumblr); picture: Keisuke (Pinterest)

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Happy Home | G. Satoru

Desc: Suguru gives Satoru a little push to jog his memory

Cw: MANGA SPOILERS UP TO 237, Fem!Reader, Childhood Friends, Angst???, Slight Torture :>, BITTERSWEET, fluff, reunion,

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Satoru Gojo

wc: 2051

“Now come this way.” Suguru says, standing up from his seat.

Satoru raises an eyebrow, curious as to what his friend wants him to do. He finds himself shooting up a little bit too aggressively, something very light, unharmful if you will, hitting his upper chest. It’s cold, possibly metal, and he digs inside of his uniform to find a necklace around he neck.

Now he’s confused, because in high school, he had never worn a necklace.

Two rings were attached to the chain, and it was clear that it was carefully crafted. The jewel embedded in it was a blue matching his eyes. He blinked carefully, inspecting it.

Now, he felt as though something was missing.

“We’ll be back. Meet us there!” Suguru shouts with a wave to the rest if their friends, placing his hand on Satoru’s shoulder as he guides him through the empty airport’s terminal.

“Where the hell are we going?” Satoru asks.

Suguru snorts, rolling his eyes at his friend while muttering under his breath,

“So annoying…” licking his lips, he continues, “We’re going to find something.”

And with that, Suguru opens a door.

“What the fuck?” Satoru says, stopping outside of the open door. Suguru is inside of the room— can he even call it a room?

It’s a completely different location. Bright and sunny, a tall green hedge, and a familiar dirt path.

Suguru waves him to come, and after a long mental debate, Satoru gives in. He trudges inside with a slouch, blinking as he tries to figure out how he knows this place.

From the beginning of the path, in the distance on this exact cloudless day, Satoru has a memory of this exact setting.

And he’s watching the memory as an outsider. A young Satoru, no older than five, is holding the hand of a girl, the same age as his younger self. He breathes out, watching himself and the girl pass. The girl’s face is blank, but her yellow backpack was oh-so familiar.

His heart thumped, watching her turn back, and suddenly, the blank face turned into someone.

She stared back curiously, like someone was there but she couldn't see them. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and chubby cheeks puffed. But, for a split second he could have sworn she smiled.

Her face goes blank once more, but she’s no longer facing him. She’s facing the little Satoru who’s smiling brightly at her.

Suguru stands back at the door, his arms crossed as he nods his head back towards the door. Satoru feels like a robot, nodding wordlessly as he steps back in without question. His eyebrows are furrowed, clearly lost in thought.

In the same hall, Suguru walks down, standing in front of another door.

“Wait. Wait… before you open that up again, are you sure this isn’t a dream?” Satoru asks almost sweetly, fluttering his eyelashes like a fool at his best friend.

He deadpans, fed up with the white haired male.

Suguru swiftly opens the door and shoves his friend in, only for the infinity user to be met with a pit.

Screaming as he free falls down the dark depth, he eventually lands. Falling onto his back with a grunt, he turns to the side only to be met with a girl. She seems older now. Her body shakes as she gives a long laugh, the wind tousling her hair.

That familiar, annoying laughter is buzzing in his ear. And there he sees himself, identical to himself now, freefalling besides him.

He can’t hear the conversation between his other self and the girl, no matter if he strains his ears.

He stares at her once more, and he begins to realize that he knows her. He truly knows her.

It’s you.

Suguru’s rainbow scaled dragon lunges down, catching Satoru and taking him back to the door.

“Anything?”

“Yeah…” he breathes out. Suguru’s eyebrows shoot upward, excited that Satoru will finally remem—

“That was the girl we saw earlier!”

Suguru bites his tongue hard. His hand grips Satoru’s shoulder again, directing him to another door. “Okay, really look at her.” Suguru tells him. Satoru nods eagerly, this time he opens the door himself, and he’s slightly shocked.

Literally. Like electricity zaps him at his fingertips.

He pulls his hand away quickly, wincing before glaring at his friend while he shakes the stinging limb out.

“Whoops, forgot you couldn't do that.”

“The hell?”

“My bad,” he snickers, opening the door and smiling as he points him into the room.

The setting of this room is dimmer.

“Satoru, remember that these are just memories.”

Satoru is sitting at the table, chairs on the opposite ends but not on the side he is facing.

A woman with blindfolds his tied to the chair. Clearly bruised and beaten, her arms are tied with rope, rubbing her skin raw.

“Gojo Satoru,” the person commanded.

You lazily shook your head, your hair dry with your own blood. “We’ve got all day.” The man in front if you says calmly.

Your lips are chapped, dry and cracked with blood.

Satoru doesn’t realize he even turned his Cursed Technique on, not even knowing it was possible to turn it on in the after life.

His eyes gleam blue, and though your head is hung low, you can feel it.

Feel him.

You smirk, mumbling incantations that irritate the men in front of the table.

Suguru’s hand catches Satoru’s collar, and he’s instantly pulled back into the hallway of the terminal.

Satoru is laying down on the cold floor, staring up into the light hanging above him. Not even realizing he’s crying, he glances at Suguru.

“Where is she?”

Suguru sighs, showing him a small smile before ushering him up.

“It’s a long walk—”

“I don’t care.”

Suguru chuckles, “You never change do you?”

The last room in the hallway. All the way at the end.

Satoru had come to notice every door was different, but familiar. From your childhood, the doors were all the same, and on the opposite side were his own. He comes to realize that the memories were all your own. And his were across yours.

Suguru stops in front of the door, hands in his pockets. “Open it.”

Satoru analyzes his face, looking for even a hint of lies but he finds nothing. His hand shakily goes up to the knob, twisting it until it clicks open.

It’s a home.

The front door to a home. It’s bright, and there's distant humming. He looks at his hands, and they’re larger than he remembers. Sweatpants and a white t-shirt instead of his uniform on his body.

He looks around the home, and realizes this was the one the two of you designed years ago. When he turns around, Suguru is right behind him, older as well. He almost laughs.

“Dude, what the hell is going on?”

Suguru says nothing, pushing Satoru from the house door towards the living room, which left a completely open space in the kitchen.

There you are.

Leaning into the oven, at the table sat Megumi and Tsumiki, but the two were facing you. Your hair up, and it looks like you had just woken up.

You were laughing at something Tsumiki said, and when you turn around— oh he wishes he could capture this memory in a glass, watch it over and over.

“S–atoru?” You stammer, dropping the spatula you were holding.

He smiles, watching Tsumiki and Megumi look over their shoulders. They freeze, and surprisingly, Tsumiki is the first up.

Megumi stays seated, one hand on the table, one holding the edge of his chair.

He wants to get up, but he’s frozen. Megumi’s body was responsible for taking his life after all. You haven't moved either, watching Satoru embrace Tsumiki tightly, leaning to the ground as the children are in their younger years. He stands up, arm on Tsumiki’s shoulder as he starts walking to Megumi.

Slow steps, slow and steady, then, when the chair goes flying, Megumi is all over him. He’s suddenly 15, then 13, then 10, then 7, and now a first grader again.

He’s crying, holding Satoru’s cotton shirt in balls in his fists, wailing. “Dad!” He repeats in shaky cries, hiding his head in the crook of his neck.

Satoru picks him up, holding him and taking Tsumiki in his other arm. He’s hunched to the floor, his hands holding their heads close to his neck.

You’re watching the scene, still unmoving. Finally, you take a small, hesitant step towards the three.

Satoru immediately looks up, and his eyes shine in a way you’d see when he’s staring at kikufuku. “Satoru,” you whisper, shaking your head to bat the forming tears away.

You smile, tilting your head at him. “What do you want for breakfast?”

He chuckles, almost sadly. “You know, the usual.”

You gather your strength and walk to him, kneeling down and pecking him on his lips. Your forehead rests on his own, your eyes are closed as you greet, “Welcome home.”

Now he’s the one laughing, not even realizing he's crying he continues to laugh.

He calls your name out brokenly, and Tsumiki and Megumi slowly release themselves from his grip.

While crouching, he clumsily embraces you, causing you both to fall on the floor. His large hand is on your cheek, eyes closed while he whispers, “I’m so sorry for forgetting you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” he cries.

You’re smiling, reaching up to his face to wipe his tears. “You're alright, you're alright.” You tell him, but he continues. “I’m sorry...”

You lift yourself up from your laying position, taking him with you. “Satoru, you’re alright now. No more apologizing,” you chastised playfully, pinching his nose.

“That’ll get you nowhere. Let’s just think about now.” Now you’re smiling, “And now, I’m making breakfast, so let’s get you seated at the table,” With a kiss to his cheek, you lift him off the floor. Holding his hand you lead him to the table.

Megumi and Tsumiki are seated at the table as well, back at their seats.

You feel like laughing when you see all their puffy eyes and red faces.

You turn to the door and raise an eyebrow. Your legs take you to the entrance and you swing it open.

“Suguru, come in,” you tell him, and he glances around.

You reach your hand out, and when you do, the barrier causes your arm to have your uniform.

Pulling him in he stumbles, your hands on his shoulders as you push him to the seat next to Satoru.

Suguru blinks at him before laughing hard. “You all look like you got stung by bees!” He chortles while pointing childishly.

“Pft—!”

Satoru slams the table, pointing at his friend accusing, “Shut up, Suguru!”

You walk back into the kitchen and finish cooking.

By the time you turned around, the table was filled with everyone that you knew in your life.

Kuroi, Riko, Yaga, Kento, Haibara.

You felt your eyes watering, and after taking a quick inhale, you smiled, taking the plates to the table. “Help yourselves.” You told them, sitting at your own seat. The head of the table, next to Megumi and Satoru.

This was perfect.

This was home.

Satoru grabbed your hand that rested closest to him and smiled. “You came just in time.” You chuckled, Megumi’s feet swinging in his chair, Tsumiki nibbling on a waffle from her fork.

Suguru was with his girls, Nanako and Mimiko, wiping their faces. Haibara was talking enthusiastically with Yaga, who only seemed to nod as he attempted to follow along with the talkative man.

Nanami sat quietly, per usual, but he too seemed happy.

You bent your head down, and rested your other hand on Megumi’s head, ruffling his hair.

His cheeks puffed up, but he didn't push you off like he normally would. He stayed, until Tsumiki started teasing him.

“Are you going to eat, Satoru?”

“Yeah,” Megumi starts, poking his plate with his fork, his head hung down as he continues, “Are you gonna eat, Dad?”

Anyone could see the steam escaping the boy's face, but he was making an effort. His ears glowed a bright pink.

Satoru felt his heart swell. He picks up a fork, watching you slide a waffle to his plate.

“I will,

Thank you for the meal."

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Night Train

ao3 || little sun m.list

warnings: semi-graphic description of corpses

notes: shinkansen = bullet trains. train routes and railway companies don't refer to shinkansen as bullet trains so i decided to refer to them as shinkansen.

Only one person in the jujutsu world knew of Wataru’s existence. His name was Nishitani Yū, grade 1 sorcerer and more importantly, Wataru's godfather. 

He died a week ago at age forty-seven leaving behind a grieving wife and two daughters. He died not because of a curse—surprisingly enough, but because of a sudden heart attack while out grocery shopping.

You missed out on both the wake and funeral, having only been made aware of his death yesterday. It’s likely that you wouldn’t have even known he died had it not been for his wife going through his work phone. Though, even if you had known you wouldn’t have attended either. 

Wataru’s eerily silent as he stares at the Nishitani family grave. “Mom,” he looks up at you, tiredly rubbing his eyes, “can we go back now?”

“Have you said goodbye to Gramps yet?”

His eyes widen and turns to the gravestone, “Bye gramps,” he bows, then turns to you, “Can we go home now?”

“Mhm,” you nod, wiping away the sweat from his forehead and running a hand through his feathery soft hair. Gently, you pinch his cheek and ask with a teasing smile on your face: “Want me to carry you-” 

“Mom!” he shakes his head, nose scrunching up as he insists that he’s too old for that now. Still, he doesn’t struggle when you pick him up despite his complaints. Wordlessly, Wataru adjusts himself in your hold, looping his arms and legs around you like a koala. You press a kiss on his crown, giggling as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

Pulling over the hood of his jacket you turn to the grave.

“Thank you, Nishitani-san.” 

Thank you for saving me back then.

Thank you for looking out for me all these years.

Thank you for keeping Wataru a secret.

With that, you and Wataru leave the cemetery and begin your long trek home.

By train, the trip from Tokyo to Hamada takes around eight or nine hours, the round trip would take at least, fifteen to sixteen hours if you didn’t make stopovers to eat or rest. The overnight route was even longer, with seven stops and sixteen hours of travel time but it was safer than staying overnight.

Curses in Tokyo are far stronger than those back in Hamada, running into a 2nd grade would be a death sentence and curses aren’t even the only threat. Curse users and sorcerers come to mind, with Sa–Gojo Satoru around they’ve become less of a threat over the years but they’re still a threat nonetheless. Coming to Tokyo entailed too many risks and too many unknowns. It’s one of the reasons why you didn’t want to come to pay your respects anyway, the other reason being – no. Don’t think about it. Out of sight out of mind. Breathe. Breathe. —still, you made the trip because Wataru deserved to say goodbye to his Grandpa Yū. 

7:39 PM.

The train arrives and you board the train, still carrying a sleeping Wataru. The trip and the overstimulation from being in such a busy city had exhausted your boy. 

After setting him down, and zipping up his jacket you breathe , releasing the breath you’d been holding for the past four or so hours. The air conditioning in the rail car dries the sweat on your back, leaving behind a chill. You slump down on your seat, exhaustion sinking into your bones as you take out your phone to look at the time.

7:41 PM.

An automated voice comes over the  PA system announcing that the train will be leaving the station.

You glance at Wataru curled up in his seat and take off your coat to drape over his sleeping form. “Goodnight, beautiful boy.” You press a kiss on his forehead, falling asleep soon after you do so.

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Satoru likes to think that he holds a valid semi-unbiased opinion of the Kyoto school as an institution of jujutsu. Sure, he disliked the school’s insistence on keeping things traditional —which is kinda expected considering the near-iron grip the higher-ups had on that place, he has some semblance of faith in the sister school’s competency in exorcising curses. After all, Kyoto Jujutsu High was one of only two jujutsu schools in Japan and a cornerstone of jujutsu society as a whole.

So how?

How did they let this happen?

He’d read and reread the incident report—God! They took the time to write an incident report!—again and again just wondering how ?

How did they fuck up this bad?

Satoru huffs, rereading the piece of paper for the nth time.

At 8:32 PM three second-year students from Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College (God, the official name’s such a handful.) along with their managerial chauffeur to Taikawa East Park to exorcise a group of curses, estimated to all be around Grade 2 and lower.

9:01 PM. The group arrived at the park and prepared to cast a veil but were attacked before being able to do so.

9:13 PM.  Two of the three students and their chauffeur were killed by a Grade 1 curse unincluded in the intel provided to the group. The third student buys time for backup.

9:47 PM. Backup arrives however the curse had already gotten away just seconds ago by clinging onto a passing shinkansen . 

Casualti–He crumples up the report and tosses it to the side, he didn’t need to read that part to know that that part of the report would be sugarcoated. 

They did the same thing years ago with the incident involving Haibara Yu.

Kiyotaka Ijichi glances at him from the rearview mirror, brows furrowed in worry before returning his eyes to the road. Satoru couldn’t really tell if it was because of the current situation or just his usual face. 

The car comes to a sudden halt, and Ijichi turns to him. “We’re here.” He says and Satoru nods, opening the car door and typing a quick text to his students’ group chat.

The Best Teacher: Mission’s almost done! Will be getting some Kyo Baum after! o( >  ᗜ  < )o ₊˚⊹♡                                                                          Sent: 22:55 

Kyoto Station is uncharacteristically empty save for the occasional sorcerer because of the veil covering the entire station. They managed to get the train stopped with—the completely bullshitted, excuse of a gas leak.

A sorcerer whose name he doesn’t bother to remember brings him up to date with the situation. Satoru read it all in the report so he just tunes her out but he doesn’t miss the light implication that it was the students’ fault in her words. He’ll stay silent on that part and let Utahime handle the higher-ups involved aftermath of her students’ failed mission.

The train sits idly by the platform cursed energy oozing out of it. 

“Most of the civilians are accounted for,” The sorcerer states, gesturing to the passed-out civilians scattered along the platform.

“Most?”

She clicks her tongue, “There was a stampede inside the train, we can’t clear out the cars with the bodies in the way, and we can’t exorcise the curse because of said bodies either. Whoever’s still unaccounted for is likely dead. ” From the corner of his eyes, he could see a few sorcerers grouped together with their cursed tools and shinigami at the ready. 

He sends them a glare, hidden by the bandages covering his eyes and silently, curses the higher-ups for dragging him into this mess because ‘he was in the area’. This little siege between the curse and these sorcerers is a waste of time and resources. This could’ve all been over at that park had backup arrived faster.

Maybe he should use this incident as teaching material, record some videos, and pair them up with the final mission report. How not to perform an exorcism, how to defeat a curse with civilians involved and all that fun stuff. At the end of the lesson, he’ll give a quiz. 

Yeah, a quiz would be good, he hasn’t given out one of those in a while.

“How long have you guys been here?”

“About an hour.” Seriously?

Judging from the cursed energy on the train, they’ve cleared less than half of the cars, it’s gonna take them all night at this rate. Do these people love overtime or something?

"I see," Satoru hums, holding himself back from laughing at their faces—he didn’t want his meeting with the higher-ups (which was supposed to be taking place right now) to have another lecture and take longer than it needed to be.

He looks at the time displayed on one of the LED screens in the platform.

It’s getting late, and Satoru wants to go back to his hotel and take a nap. He should get this mess over with. They’ve cleared out less than half the cars already so this shouldn’t take long for him anyways.

I guess, I’ll just get Kyo Baum tomorrow.

Wordlessly, he warps himself into the train and gets to work. 

Despite sorcerer-who's-name-he-didn't-bother-to-learn's child blaming passive-aggressive yapping she was at least telling the truth about the bodies. 

Corpses, some of their limbs twisted unnaturally and their articles of clothing were littered all over the cars he went through. However, thanks to his infinity he was spared from the strenuous, time-consuming and slightly disturbing task of getting the bodies out of the way.

He’s made his way to the fifth car facing little to no resistance on his way. It was a little odd but he’s seen enough to know that the curse is a) trying to run away after sensing his cursed energy or b) it’s with the unaccounted passengers sucking the life out of them or c) both!

Guess he’ll know once he opens this door. 

This would be car number…four? Three? He’s lost count already. 

Damn, that kinda matters.

The curse’s cursed energy’s so damn potent here. It’s disgusting, putrid and…there’s something else, something different. It’s…familiar, eerily so but he can’t put his finger on why exactly.

“Plea–” A shriek and a crash, the train shakes and Satoru’s brought back to the present.

“Please!” A voice cries out, it’s of a young boy’s. “Help!” Satoru’s grip on the sliding door’s handle tightens, knuckles turning white as he braces himself to enter. 

The curse roars.

Thud!

“Mister, please! ” The boy sobs, “I-I know you’re there Mister!” Satoru freezes, what do you mean by that?

 “Please! M-my mom! S-she’s—” he chokes out a sob.

Satoru takes a sharp breath and slams the door open. The curse roars at him, the intruder and lunges at him to attack but…

“Red.”

…it’s blown away before it could. 

The curse is instantly vaporized upon Red’s impact.

There’s a moment of silence as the boy stares at him wide-eyed, simultaneously afraid and amazed.

“Thank..” the boy heaves as he shakily gets on his feet. “...you…” 

The boy looked to be around five or six years old but what truly caught Satoru’s (six) eyes was the kid’s cursed energy. He has a lot like a lot, lot and it’s in disarray, free flowing and… familiar.

“...mister.” The boy finishes and looks up at him, the hood of his jacket falling to reveal white feathery close-cropped hair and—

Satoru freezes, eyes widening like he’s been hit with the full force of his domain expansion.

His eyes. 

That kid’s eyes.

He forces himself to breathe, to keep his shit together as a pair of the legendary six eyes, a pair that shouldn’t exist stares through at him.

“Mister…?”

“Who…” he choked out, blue meeting blue, “who are you?”

unrelated notes: hhhhhhhhhhhh exploding gege and myself with my mind im so tired. drowning in schoolwork but ill try to get the second chapter started and maybe halfway it by next week hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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gojo u are so loved… the princess diana of our time

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Together again | Gojo Satoru

wc: 1282

warnings: MAJOR SPOILER WARNING, SPOILERS FOR SHIBUYA INCIDENT ARC AND MANGA, Chapter 236, mentions of pregnancy(literally one word), FEM!Reader, Wife reader — NOT PROOFREAD

(I didnt put an exact warning because it would literallt give away what happened)

Pairing: Husband!GojoxWife!Reader

desc: You meet with Gojo after two long months

He doesn't remember much, just a blink and he was back as his high school self. A female, hand on her hip, a curious expression written all over her face. Staring at him, she tilted her head. “Satoru? What are you doing here?”

Satoru Gojo wants to laugh, like this was all some cruel joke.

Here you were, in front of him after not having seen your face(though younger) in almost 2 months since the incident in Shibuya— where you died.

He partially blamed himself. He watched you during your last moments, and selfishly, he’s grateful he didn’t actually see your death. His wife, his one and only. He smiles, and laughes as he pulls you in by your waist into a hug. “My boy did so good,” you whisper, allowing him to dig his head further into your torso as you giggle, your own fingers curling in his hair.

You smell exactly the same, like home. A home he never got to give you.

After he’s done being whiny, and well, a child, he pouts, throwing his head back.

“Aw man this is awful!” He shouts, and you laugh. The person he doesn't realize sitting beside him speaks up.

Suguru. His best friend, the one he had to kill, the one that would keep him up at night. The one that—

“Guess you were wrong.” you giggle, and Suguru stares at the two of you like you were keeping a secret joke from him.

You point at him mischievously, “He was all like, when you die you die alone, to his students, but look at the reality of it— well not really reality but still!”

He whines, “(Y/N)!!!”

Suguru breaks the ice, “How was the king of curses?”

Satoru huffs, shaking his head with a half hearted grin. He nods his head so the side, the empty seat beside him— which you take, his hand taking yours while you sit

It’s cold, just like his.

The tip of his nose hits the back of your palm, his eyes are closed before opening halflidded, staring out into the floor. His eyes peer over the overly tinted glasses, responding, “That guy was too damn strong, and he wasn’t even trying.”

It was almost mumbled, like a child complaining. Still holding your hand, he looks at Suguru, “To be completely honest, I don’t think I would even be able win.. regardless if he had Megumi’s cursed technique or not. The guy had too much up his sleeve.”

Your free hand pats his arm, laughing loudly you shake him lightly with a coo, “It’s alright, you’re my loser anyways baby,” you say with pressed eyebrows and puckered lips, almost teasingly.

He rolls his eyes, biting your hand lightly.

“I gave everything I had. Just a little sad you guys weren't there to support me, maybe you would’ve been able to give me a slap on the back to motivate me,” He jokes, shaking his head with closed eyes, imagining Suguru and yourself in the crowd of students.

“I’m glad that he was the one to kill me.” He confessed.

Somebody stronger than me. He wanted to say.

“It’s kind of gross hearing that from you, Gojo. You sound like a samurai general.”

You’re laugher bubbles up from your throat, tears forming as you turn back feom your seat.

“Kento, you’ll never change, will you?” You laugh, watching Satoru smack Nanami on the head multiple times, ruffling his hair in the process. You get up, releasing Satoru’s hand to sit in the seat besides Nanami. Smiling as the seat behind you is now empty.

Shoko.

It was for her, she was the last of the group, and you hope she wouldn't be here for a while.

“I won’t justify him, but I’ll sympathize with you.. I guess..” he mumbles, causing you to slap him on the shoulder with no ill intent, laughter from his stoicness.

“Hey!” Satoru snaps back, and you reach over and pinch his cheek.

“What I’m trying to say is, it was a fitting way to go out, Gojo.”

“You should be morw polite to your Juniors.” You chastise Satoru.

“I was already nice enough to you!” He retorts, and you tilt your head with a smile. His hand takes yours that was clipped to his cheek back in his,

“What was it like for you guys in your last moments?”

You blink, looking around the room.

“It was kind of scary,” you start, and he clenches your hand slightly. He remembers how the two of you split, you pecked him on the cheek with a determined expression, clenching your fist you told him you would be back, before warping to Harajuku. It was the last time he woult see you conscious.

You had crossed paths with Mahito, and you had it under control, until you didn't. Your weak nature, strong virtue, Satoru told you these would get in the way of you becoming a sorcerer, but you would always brush him off, telling him, I’m fine.

But you couldn’t help it, seeing a small girl in the line of Mahito’s path of destruction. Your arm was the price to pay for her life.

And, maybe you had lost too much blood, you cant remember, it’s a blur, but Satoru remembers.

Your leg contorted in a way he coulf only asume was unfoxable, your arm missing, eye streaming blood, you were dead. But his six eyes said you were alive, that you both were. And he was hopeless, tued up by the prisom realm, watching your eyes dim, he watched you die.

“To be honest, I wanted to quit with Kento, but I just couldn't bring myself to leave you alone doing all this. I don’t regret it to the end,” you smile loving at him, and he feels like vomiting.

“I would do this a thousand times over if I got to be with you every time.” You tell him sweetly, and Nanami coughs, “Enough with the sappy shit.” He grumbles.

You laugh again, and stare at Suguru. He looks back at you, and you feel your lips curling back up into a brighter smile. The man who defected, the man who left you all, he was here, and with you all.

“Once,” all attention back to Nanami. “When I was discussing with Mei-san about where I should move, she told me to move North to become someone new, and to move south to stay the person you are. Naturally, I chose South. I think it’s ironic how I died while betting on my future. But it wasn’t too bad because of Haibara.”

Haibara grins, “Aw! You’re too kind!”

“I see..” Satoru says, and you squeeze his hand back. His head snaps upward, looking right in front of him to Yaga, his voice as annoying as ever, “Yo Yaga! I thought you said no sorcerer dies without regrets!”

You laugh, and he laughs back, the room filled with laughter, Riko, Kuroi, Kento and Yu, Suguru, even Yaga.

“Now I’m hoping this isn’t a dream.” He confesses, while standing up, and you smile.

“It’s not, ya big loser!”

You shout, standing up from your chair and throwing yourself over it, crushing him. He falls back onto the ground, and Suguru jumps on top of you, Yu crushing him as Satoru wheezes, and you see him smirk.

“Welcome back!” You grin, Suguru’s face smushed next to your own. Haibara’s chin resting in between the two of yours.

He takes in the scene in front of him, everybody he’s loved all together, and finally, his arms wrap around the three of you, and he’s just so happy, that he doesn’t even Think about going back.

CLEAR MINDSET THIS IS MY REALITY NO ONE TELLS ME OTHERWISE SHUSH