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breezy skies, and the sound of a whistle

chapter one; astro-turf ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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stadiums were so big, they always felt so surreal to be in, especially when empty. you could only imagine what it looks like, full of enthusiastic supporters of the teams in respective team colors, akin to two fires fighting to win over the other; support gives morale, after all.

your childhood dream was to become a soccer player, which never quite worked out. you were always too busy with school work to actually sign up to any clubs outside of in-school teams, and joining the school team just simply wasn't worth it. you had quit by your second year in, because the team was so toxic and the games were unfair.

now it wasn't as if you gave up on that prospect. if you couldn't play as the one kicking the ball, what's the next best thing?

deciding how the ball gets kicked.

it could've been the leader-like habits that people were quick to point out, or the not-so-obvious desire to tell people what to do, but you found yourself in love with this role. it had its pros and cons, but overall, you wouldn't change it for anything. you were committed to making the pitch a fair place for all, where it is only truly a fight of skill and talent.

and so was gojo satoru.

he was a household name in japan; from local talent to nationwide prodigy, he had been winning matches and tournaments for his teams since he could say 'football'. this was always his calling, and he knew that, having been a part of one of the most well-known families in the soccer world.

he currently plays for the tokyo-jujutsu team, where he has been for the past four years. this is where he believes he will stay for the remainder of his career, and more importantly, the team that he will bring along to win international tournaments such as the world cup.

but before any of this happens, he must first get to onto the japanese team, along with as many of his team members as possible, which was quite unrealistic in the current situation that they were in - in recent times, there have been increasing amounts of biased referees or those who didn't have a knack for good decision making, which meant he spent more time arguing with them than he had possession of the ball. thankfully, both shoko and geto, his teammates, have been able to talk the referees out of yellow cards most of the time.

today was no different than it usually was. you had been scheduled to referee your first mainstream match that was going to be on national tv-channels for all to watch. previously, you had only done small gigs for smaller, town-vs-town matches, which still paid enough to get by. a recruiter's son happened to be watching one of these matches and invited you to become the mediator for a, 'big match'. you had only found out on the day that it would be for a game between tokyo-jujutsu high and another large team in the area.

no big deal, right? just the team that you'd idolised in high school, with some players you grew up wishing you could play along with. jokes aside, you never let personal affairs affect the outcome of your judgement, and you always upheld that belief.

you check your watch, and you have about an hour until fans will start piling into the stadium, and thus about two until all players walk out onto the pitch. you had your own changing room with other refereeing assistants, and you were instructed to make your way there after signing in; only, you had no idea where they were. you had never been here before, how would you know? all the doors looked the same, and the only signage was a 'changing rooms' which led you to a longer corridor of doors that only had the same words plastered onto them.

"well, i'm off to a lovely start." you whisper to yourself. sighing, you use the amazing referee skills you possess to select the best room to try, praying that it would be an empty room even if it wasn't the right one.

with one hand on the blue door, you gently pushed it aside, hearing laughter and what seemed like an argument between two people. you had opened the door anyways, so there was no point in trying to run. if it was the wrong room, no hurt to ask whoever was in there, right?

as you stepped in, the room went silent.

"who are you?" you definitely knew that voice; gojo satoru. you couldn't believe you had just walked into the tokyo-jujutsu changing rooms, and you could swear you saw the bottom of his shirtless torso.

"oh my god. i am so sorry, ill just leave-" you quickly turned around and scurried out of the room and caught your breath outside. out of all the doors you could've chosen, your intuition led you to THIS one?

just then, the man himself emerges from the room, adjusting the shirt that he had just put on.

"you're not some kind of stalker right? how'd you even get in?" he walks over and towers over you, despite being considered pretty tall to the general public.

"no, i'm not. i'm the referee for the game," you sigh, looking at the ground. it was simply too awkward to look him in the face after the previous events that just occured. "i'm lost. i'm sorry, but do you happen to know which of the changing rooms are mine?"

he lets out a chuckle and you look up at him to see what was so funny. he truly did look way more majestic than he did in the photos online; nobody could deny those blue eyes of their true grace and beauty. his looks aside, gojo's face turns into a mocking smirk, and nods whilst holding in a laugh. "yeah, sure, come along."

it was a silent and long walk that was actually only 20 seconds long. the air was awkward. you could feel his judgemental stare from miles away, which wasn't helping the nervousness you had already.

before he drops you off at the door, he stops and turns to you, and the air around you suddenly feels more serious than before.

"you better not disappoint me."

no biggie. the player you just walked in on, shirtless, whom you've always dreamed of meeting, just told you not to disappoint him. easy stuff, right?

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5:30pm. match time.

you'd changed into your kit shortly after the encounter, and had some small conversations with the other match officials inside the changing room. other than that, you felt pumped up and excited. this was your first big game after all! you weren't about to let any player ruin your first one, not even gojo satoru.

you were lined up in between both teams, with you at the front. you could feel the anxiousness between the players, and the roaring crowds outside. then, the double doors in front of you opened, and the intense cheers and stadium lights hit you immediately, and it was time for you to walk.

exhilarating was an understatement; you could revel in this kind of environment for the rest of your life. you saw the players talking with their coaches and any last minute warm-ups that they wished to do. and there was gojo. he was talking with his coach, masamichi yaga, who seemed to be giving him some sort of speech, though it seemed more of a, 'do this and i'll kill you' kind of talk. laughing to yourself, you closed your eyes and felt the light breeze that blew through the stadium, waiting for the players to get into their respective positions.

thus, the starting players were lined up. the tokyo-jujutsu team were starting with the ball, so you stood at the half-line and waited for the timer to start. on your count, you blew the whistle as hard as you could, and kick-off began.

the passion and skill of the players were even more undeniable in person. especially gojo, the way he was able to weave in and out of players so effortlessly and work so well with his teammates was otherworldly. you ran around the pitch, with your best attempts to not hinder the players, blowing the whistle wherever needed.

the first incident that happened during this match, was a foul, close to the center of the pitch. it was still nil-nil (zero-zero) between the two teams, and one of the players on the opposing team had purposely grabbed one of the tokyo-jujutsu player's shirts to prevent chase with the ball.

clearly pissed, you saw the white haired man rush up to you, arms in the air, shouting in a barely audible manner.

"did you see that?? that's surely a foul. yellow card even," he complained, his eyes staring daggers at the perpetrator in front of him. you sigh again and look up at him.

"yes, i did see what happened. i'm the referee, and if you'd let me do my job, i will get to it," you respond, placing your hand on his body to make him back off from the confrontation, or you were sure that someone would have started throwing punches.

reluctantly, gojo does back off and so does the other guy. he then switches his attention to you, staring at you whilst he begins to scan you, as if he was judging you right on the dot. it was a little intimidating, but one person's stare was nothing compared to the whole stadium waiting on your judgement.

you blew the whistle to signify your decision.

"this is your warning - free kick to the tokyo-jujutsu team. if i catch you doing this again, it's a yellow card. understood?" you advise the other player, ensuring to give him a stern look that meant business (though you were never sure how much it ever worked or got the point across).

the match then goes back into play, and the crowd returns to chanting, whilst the players run around trying to gain possession of the ball.

the second incident happened just before tokyo-jujutsu's first goal, where you had awarded a penalty kick as a foul had taken place inside the penalty box. a different player this time, attempted at a slide tackle to defend their goal, which miserably failed and she ended up kicking one of tokyo-jujutsu's members, causing them to wail in pain on the floor.

even though this was clearly just an exaggeration of what happened, it was bound to hurt with the studs on the bottom of the players' shoes, and it was done inside the penalty box. you had thought to check the camera recordings to confirm that it was definitely inside the area, and you blew your whistle a second time to make your second verdict.

you held up a yellow card to the player who attempted the tackle, which caused the fans to erupt in 'boos' from the stands, and the players themselves look even more pissed than they had been previously. you were in for some inevitable arguments.

you then blew your whistle again.

"penalty goes to tokyo-jujutsu," and you order the players to gather round the goal area, and decide who will be taking the penalty shot.

this pissed the opposing team off to the point that one of them blew up. he came storming towards you, with a clear intention to try and reverse your decision through intimidation. you attempted to ignore the player and walk away, but that only made him rush towards you and stop you in your tracks.

"the fuck do you mean penalty?? that clearly wasn't a foul, it was an accident. do you even know how to ref?" he exclaims, hands waving about, trying to prove his point. you turn to him and give him a glare; a warning that if he continues, he will be punished for doing so.

that didn't stop him. seeing that you had no intention of budging, he was riled up even more.

"you're full of shit. you're so shitty, how could you call that a penalty?" he lifts his arms up, pushing your shoulder slightly. you don't budge, and he attempts to push you again, but with more force this time. before he's able to you, someone stands in front of you.

you see gojo's '1' on his shirt right in front of you, drenched in sweat, looking down at the opposing player.

"don't threaten her. deal with your team's stupid mistakes, idiot," he says, with a hand slightly pointing backwards as if to protect you from the guy that was harassing you previously. "the fuck you still here for? get your team ready, 'cause i'll boot the ball right into your ugly ass face."

the guy scoffs and walks back to his team, who console him and begin to think of a way to defend this penalty kick. gojo turns around, and he towers over you once again.

"thank you," you say, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ears. with a slight chuckle, you then state, "although if you do purposely kick the ball into his face, i just might have to give you a yellow card."

he also laughs, and wipes his face with his shirt, revealing his torso that show the years of training he went to just to get this physique. even you found yourself staring for a while too long.

"phew, i thought you'd give me a red card instead, miss!" he jokes and you laugh in response. he pats you on the back as acknowledgement and also returns back to his team.

the penalty was smooth. gojo was in the right headspace, and was the one selected to take the penalty. the goal-keeper had no chance, and he swiftly darted the ball at the top right corner of the goal, after first faking out, causing the goal-keeper to dive too early and miss the ball.

everyone erupted in cheers, and gojo and geto could be seen celebrating by sliding across the stadium arm-in-arm whilst shoko was giving them a weird but happy stare.

other than that, the game went smoothly afterwards. no more cards were handed out, and you only had to award fouls every now and then, as well as break up fights between players by threatening them with yellow cards.

the tokyo-jujutsu team won 2-0, and the players began to walk off the pitch, meaning you had to as well, just after checking that all of your decisions were reasonable with the camera team first. you began to cringe at your own performance at times, where you looked like a awe-struck kid in the middle of the pitch.

fans were also leaving, and with one last breath, you turned around and headed inside to your changing room to change back into your regular clothes.

on the way out, you bumped into the tokyo-jujutsu team, who were chatting loudly with each other about their victory and how they were about to celebrate. you catch shoko's attention and she gestures for you to catch up to them, and so you do.

"ah, it's miss referee! nice job out there, girl!" she puts her arm around you and smiles. "you know, you're the first ever referee i've seen gojo stand up for."

you were thrown off by that. what did you do that was worth any more praise than anyone else? you only did the best job of judgement as you could, which anyone should've done in the same position. anyways, you didn't think about it too much and laughed it off.

"we were going out to get drinks to celebrate, wanna join?" she says, and the team wholeheartedly agrees, including gojo, and so you couldn't refuse. they all cheer and start thinking about what drinks they'll get and make bets on who will last the longest.

"but i thought you guys couldn't drink, especially during game season?" you ask.

"eh, i'm sure yaga won't mind. this is the first match where he hasn't had to reprimand satoru for arguing with the ref," geto says, slightly hitting gojo in the head, who looks off into the distance with a pout. "so i think this is within reason to celebrate. thanks to you, uh.."

"y/n," you smile at them brightly. "thanks, but i really didn't do much, i only judged like i normally would. all referees shouldn't be biased or let outside opinions affect their verdicts. it's just common sense, y'know?"

everyone agrees and you walk along with shoko, while gojo goes back to arguing and shitting about with geto.

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the bar is always a lively place to be, especially with friends. everyone is drinking, calling rounds and doing drunken acts of stupidity. you laugh while panda, their goal-keeper, attempts to break dance but results in what looks like a drunken leprechaun trying to do ballet.

"cheers!" you all shout in unison, downing as much of your beer as possible in one go. you never really drank, as you never had the time to go out, and you also didn't want to do anything while drunk that would jeopardize your career image for the rest of your life. because of this, you found it hard to down your drinks and you were pretty sure you didn't have a good alcohol tolerance.

this was probably your third round of shots, and you could feel your face heating up as well as feeling more outgoing than before. the team celebrated when the drinks were brought around, and everyone was counting down to take the shot.

gojo then sighed and took your shot glass from you, downing both his and yours. you looked at him with a sour look, and said, "what the hell? i was about to drink that!"

"this is only your third drink, and your head is on fire. your face is also turning red, you obviously can't handle any more." he scoffed and poked a finger at your head. he then turns to the rest of the group. "i'll take her shots from now."

"i can take more!!" you drunkenly exclaim, trying to grab the empty shot glass from him. he sighs and moves it even further pushing your head down so that you would stop shuffling in your seat.

after a little while of back and forth between the two of you, you eventually give in because you were simply too tired to argue back. you found yourself extremely tired and ready to fall asleep, except you were so far from home and you were in no state to drive as of current.

some-when, you closed your eyes for just a moment to rest them, and the rest of the night was just pitch black from then on.

; thanks for reading! i'm sorry this felt really slow moving. i wasn't sure how to convey the story in a way that felt smooth but put in moments that contribute to the gojo x reader part. please let me know if you think that a lot of the story is irrelevant information, i really would like to improve as this goes on! i will try and do better for the next chapter.

; thank you for all the support on the masterlist! also, let me know if you would like a separate post on soccer/football rules, just to clarify any terminology/rules that you might not understand.

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♡ gojo satoru is a known, young, incredibly gifted soccer prodigy, who also seems to be both strong willed about his team a have one of the worst attitudes in history. up to the qualifiers for an international match, he showcases his pride in the tokyo-jujutsu soccer team. he must fix his problem, in order to make it abroad.

♡ tags n warnings; soccer player!gojo, referee!fem!reader, soccer player!jjk characters, slightly ooc, sexual jokes, sexual hints, will update with more to come.

♡ disclaimers; i do not own any of jujutsu kaisen, any characters or any storyline of the official manga/anime. all rights go to gege akutami, and the editors. i do not intend to profit off of this series.

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-- ch. one; astro-turf.

-- ch. two; tbc.

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there is a raging urge to write leg kicking, smiling ear to ear romance all while having a need to write the worst kind of angst you’ve ever seen

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Levanter season 2 spoiler under the cut 😏 (this is a joke)

I may have mentioned it before but Levanter is very roughly based on a Sims 4 game I played and very recently continued so I can get inspired lol

(they arrested him at 5 in the morning he was in his sleepwear and therefore not wearing a shirt)

but it has become total chaos with Jisung and Minho ending up together NOT ON PURPOSE IT WAS THE GAME ITSELF when I didn’t play their household for three days omg and a bunch of more absolute chaos followed

and yeah poor Sungie… this time the SWAT team was able to catch him 😔

also this whole mod is the reason I even came up with the story 😭😭😭

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♡ modern au, soccer player!jjk au, referee!fem!reader, might be a little ooc.

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