#+ we’re wondering what his last words to geto were

[gojoest]

i really hope gege won’t give us “you’ve got it from here” gojo edition bc that’d be too harsh not only for me but for yuuji too

[risuola]

▶ CATORU — stealing Suguru's clothes just feels natural, they're comfy and cozy and they smell like him, but thing is — his hoodies are black... and Satoru's hair is white.

contents: fluff; college!au, roommates, polyamorous relationship — 1k words

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙇𝙀𝙔 | series masterlist

“Geez, you really need to brush that cat out,” your best friend commented, plucking a white hair off your black hoodie once you dropped down onto the couch next to her placing the wine glasses, totally not regular glasses, and a bottle on the table. You invited her for the first time after you moved into the new apartment. It was a celebration of your new place, successfully passed exams and just a nice opportunity to catch up on life.

“Cat?” You looked at her; confusion apparent in your eyes and she pointed at the hairs in her fingers, few short, snow-white strands that she collected from you and surroundings. It wasn’t unusual – you had a habit of stealing Suguru’s clothes (and they are usually black), and Gojo has a habit of nuzzling into you, demanding head scratches so it’s only natural that his white hairs stick to you and are quite visible. “Ah, that cat. Yeah, I really need to brush him out. Or maybe I’ll just shave him, I don’t know yet.”

The thought made you giddy inside, it really cracked you up. Before that, you never realized that your friend had no idea what kind of relationship you are in. You never hid it from her, you openly told her about the three of you doing things together, but somehow, the possibility of you sharing your life with Suguru and Satoru at the same time flew over her head. You also are quite openly affectionate with both of your boys, but it’s possible that once your friend saw you kissing Geto, she automatically categorized your interactions with Gojo as purely friendly. You were not even sure if she ever had a chance to see you with your white-haired princess.

“It’s cute you and Geto took a white kitten. It’s because of Gojo, right?” She smiled cutely, throwing the hairs away as you poured her some of the cheap prosecco.

“Yeah, the kitten is definitely reminding us of Satoru.” You laughed softly, taking your own glass to your lips. “Our little Catoru.”

“Awww, that’s adorable,” she squealed, savoring the taste of pinkish liquid. “How is he dealing with it, by the way?”

“Dealing with what?”

“You know, how’s Gojo dealing with the fact you stole his best friend? I was wondering, is he okay with you being and living with Suguru? They are pretty much joined at the hip.” She was curious, genuinely, and you can tell she really has no clue, so you decided to play along.

“I mean, Satoru is doing great, you don’t need to worry.”

“’ts good,” your bestie exhaled with some kind of relief, and you couldn’t shake off the amusement off your shoulders. You wondered how she would react to the revelation of your polyamorous relationship. Would she be surprised? In your eyes, it was only natural to accept both Satoru and Suguru into your life, the boys are inseparable, you couldn’t date one without dating the other. That was just the way it is, the packaged deal, the law of nature if you will. “Is your boyfriend home?”

“Sugu? He has martial arts training today. Will be back later. Don’t worry about it, okay? You’re my guest,” you reassured her and the conversation went smoothly from that point. You talked a little about everything, about college, about teachers and recent exams, about love life and your recent dates.

“Is Gojo always third-wheeling you two?” She asked when you were telling her about your last movie night. The one that got all three of you deadly backpain afterwards because you all fell asleep on the couch in a position that even got Suguru and his super trained, stretched and fit body suffering. It’s better not to recall how you and Satoru felt.

“Sometimes I feel like I am third-wheeling them,” you laughed, “but yea, we’re actually–“

“Can I see the cat?” Your friend cut you off, suddenly all excited. “God, I completely forgot about him, can I see that fluffball?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure the cat is sleeping and you know, that fluffball gets grumpy when woken up.”

“Pleeeaaaase, I promise, I won’t wake it up. I just want to see the little Catoru, he must be adorable.”

With an exhale you decided to give in. You knew Satoru had a rough night, he got back home in the morning after a visit at his parents’ house and you know his family can be pretty distressing. Now he’s probably sleeping it off, but just a quick visit shouldn’t hurt. With that thought you took your friend to your bedroom.

“Just please, don’t scream, okay? He’s dead tired.” You half-whispered, before opening the doors. She nodded and you peeked inside, just to make sure the cat wasn’t sprawled naked on the bed or something and once sure that it’s safe, you walked in, carefully placing your steps to make as little noise as possible.

Satoru was sleeping, tightly cocooned in blankets with only his head visible from the nose up. He was really worn out, you could tell by the way he was breathing, so deeply and heavily what only happened when he was exhausted. You crouched next to the bed, gently running your fingers through his hair and he purred something, automatically leaning into your touch. Satoru could be at his death bed and would still search for your warmth.

“Do you need something?” You asked quietly, brushing little circles onto his scalp. He made some kind of noise that sounded a little like a no, and you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “If you do, just call me, baby, I’ll be next door.”

Satoru purposefully uncovered the lower half of his face so you could give him a peck, and once he got that, he turned back to his cocoon. You whispered him a little love you, got up and left, leading your visibly stoked friend back to the living room. She was shocked, but at the same time it looked like a realization was hitting her hard and you saw in real time how her expression was changing.

“That was the cat?” She whisper-screamed.

“Yup.”

“So you and Geto and Gojo—?"

“Yup.”

“Like, all three of you?”

“Yes,” you chuckled, pouring her more wine. “I actually had no idea that you don’t know. I thought we’re quite obvious.”

“Now as I think about it, you kinda were… I’m gonna need more wine.”

“I’ll text Suguru.”

taglist: @gojos-thot-patrol-main , @chuluoyi

[ratmonky]

Devoted Innocence

word count: 9.2k

warnings: manipulation, gaslighting, bullying, stalking, alcohol, corruption, jealousy

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chapter 1/2

finally it is here, nanami's coi sequel! i hope you guys enjoy it I'm so excited!! let me know your thoughts!! this chapter is a bit tame since it's the base of the story but i hope i did good!!

“What are you doing out here this late, Nanami?”

Nanami gazed blankly up at Gojo’s face. He exhaled the last bit from his cigarette before speaking, “Same goes out to you.”

Gojo scoffed and stood next to Nanami who was sitting on a bench by their old dorm. “I just got finished with work,” he answered. 

 Nanami reached his pocket to grab a cigarette but he had already finished his last packet. Shit. He had to sit here just talking then. Lame. “What do you want?” he asked, trying to sound dismissive. 

“Brings back memories,” Gojo abruptly said, swaying his head back towards the night sky. “We would all hang out here and smoke.”

Nanami hummed, he did remember. Their smoke corner was here, the bench was put up here after they all had graduated. He used to smoke standing or sitting on a large rock here with Geto and Shoko and also…

“I wonder what she’s doing,” Gojo sighed with a dreamy smile, watching the moon. “I miss being young and careless.”

“You are still careless,” Nanami said but he didn’t comment on what he said. As if he was waking up from a nightmare, he saw a memory abruptly pop up in his mind. He crumbled the cigarette packet in his hands.

Gojo must have noticed this because he was grinning. “You could also still be careless.”

“We’re not kids anymore,” Nanami sighed audibly. 

“We weren’t kids back then either,” Gojo said. 

That was true. It didn’t matter how much Nanami wished the opposite. There was no need for him to frown and curse at his coworker. However, he was different from them. Gojo and Geto were the ones at fault.

Nanami was quiet for a while.

“Anyway,” he groaned while stretching his arms over his head, getting ready to get up from the bench. “Need to head back home soon. My nurse is waiting for me.”

Nanami was still surprised about that. The school nurse in Kyoto was pretty but it was hard to believe that Gojo was moving on from the past.

“I’m taking her out this Wednesday.” Gojo stood up, stretching his legs now, getting ready to teleport. “You should come.”

“No, thanks.” Nanami had his eyes on Gojo’s face, studying his expressions. 

“Your loss,” Gojo snickered and waved at him. “Goodnight-”

Nanami didn’t bother to say it back as Gojo’s body disappeared from in front of him. He shoved the crumbled cigarette packet into his pocket and decided it was time to go home.

It was unfair that he was still living in the past. Everyone was moving on but him. He had heard from Gojo that Geto…

Nevermind.

~~~

Today he ordered a double-shot espresso while he was reading through the documents he was assigned. The place was never crowded, naturally, the only noise would be coming from the coffee machines and the cutlery, which was the perfect white noise for him since he enjoyed doing his work at this coffee shop. However, with each page he turned, the more complicated the paperwork became and he found himself drinking his second double-shot espresso. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he slowly lifted his head from the paperwork and stared out of the cafe window. 

The street was cozy to look at, and watching the people walking past was fun. There were so many differences between each person, whether it be their style, face, or hair. It was just so fascinating that the world was full of so many people yet he could only imagine the face of someone he met in Jujutsu High.

He clicked his tongue and took a sip from his coffee to ease himself. His eyes then landed on someone who was sitting outside in front of his table. You were holding a big book, he could see that you were moving your hand on it. Maybe you were writing? He had never been a nosy person but he found himself moving his head to see what you were doing.

The first thing he noticed was that you were drawing. The second thing he noticed was that you were drawing the person sitting a little further at the front. Nanami looked up from the drawing to the man, he was an ordinary salaryman but there was a flyhead on his shoulder. He returned his gaze to the drawing and tilted his head just right to see the entire drawing.

The flyhead was in the drawing too. 

Nanami chuckled to himself, it wasn’t every day that he met random people who could see curses. He wanted to ignore you but you put your sketchbook down and walked inside. At first, he got a little surprised and had a small moment thinking that you had noticed him but you were here just to order another drink.

Without realizing he got up from his table to order something too, standing behind you and watching you drool over some strawberry cake that was on display. He wasn’t earning enough to offer to buy you a cake and nevertheless, you were a total stranger. He was only observing you right now, watching your eyes read through the menu to find something to order. When the person in front of you in line finally moved, you smiled at the worker and Nanami felt like someone threw boiling water on his face. He got hit with flashbacks of the past, the same smile he had seen so many times yet not enough times was right in front of him right now. The same bright innocent smile.

He could hear his own heartbeat and feel each droplet of sweat forming on his forehead, he could only see you in his world. With anticipation, he watched you open your mouth to speak. He was all ears now.

“I’d like to have today’s special with this-” You pointed at the strawberry cake on display. “Please!”

The worker asked about the usual stuff, things like if you would like extra syrup or cream in your coffee. You shook your head instead of talking. You had this cute aura oozing out of you, someone so sincere and innocent-

Nanami balled his hands into fists, stabbing his palms with his nails to snap out of it. When the worker asked him what he would like to order, he mumbled his words. “Filter coffee with cream.”

“It’ll be served right there,” he informed and Nanami moved to the small counter to pick up what he ordered. You were standing next to him, gently bouncing on your heels. He heard you humming very softly to a song he had never heard before. It took him every single rational thought he had to not stare you down and keep quiet. 

He wasn’t a kid anymore.

He wasn’t a kid back then either…

No, he was a grown man now.

This wasn’t like back then, he was a grown man now. He was at that age where every one of his actions had consequences, he was responsible if someone got hurt. He wasn’t a stupid eighteen-year-old like before.

Yet he knew he was still seeking that thrill of being able to control someone fully. Every time he closed his eyes, he remembered a certain person, someone who was so gullible yet sweet, someone he knew to be his only obsession. 

Ever since he had graduated, he had been looking for someone similar, someone to be corrupted by his sinful hands. Sins that were overflowing from his hands would paint their bright future black, he would rip off their wings so they could never escape. 

Unlike what he did back then.

Thankfully, he got his order first and was able to leave you alone as soon as he could. He was going insane. Was he even himself? Gojo had gotten to his head that night. How dare he move on? He was the one who had forced him into the whole thing and then as soon as they graduated it was gone. They left Nanami. He knew they were still toying with her after they had graduated, he knew that they continued to share her for as long as they could before it ended.

He never asked and he didn’t want to know. But he was angry. He never got to f- He never managed to say goodbye. He never even got to see her smile.

Today, he did.

No, that wasn’t her. 

You had the same bright smile. The same joyous tone in your voice and the same adorable gestures. 

Nanami’s thoughts got interrupted when he saw you take your place on your table again. The salaryman was gone but your drawing was finished. You looked around as if to decide what to draw.

That was when you looked behind and locked eyes with Nanami. He was caught off guard. You beamed at him and waved as if to apologize for the awkward eye contact. He wasn’t sure what he looked like to you at that moment but he felt his blood run colder as he smiled back. He could feel the connection.

To you, it had been a simple momentary glance, he knew because you turned around like nothing happened and started drawing a couple sitting on a bench across the street. He tried working and the more he forced himself the more worried he got that you would leave when he wasn’t looking. 

You were there every time he looked up. Your sketchbook got fuller and fuller with sketches of random people. He smiled and got a refill, hoping to watch you a while longer. When he was back, you were gone.

That night Nanami couldn’t sleep. 

He let his hand move under his boxers like he did every other night when he couldn’t sleep. Stroking his cock slowly, he closed his eyes. The scenario was always the same. He was in his room with her and drinking. They were smiling at each other and she was being all cute. He would tell her something that would make her blush, she would get shy and stutter like she did when she got flustered. He would grab her by the chin, kiss her hard, and undress her. She would put her hands on his chest, and try to push him away because “It’s embarrassing, Nanami.” He would move his lips to her chest, kissing and sucking on her tits until he could feel the wetness of her panties. She would press her legs together because she was always so shy about having sex. She was so pure. He would fuck her hard until she cried until she could only mumble out his name, and until he made her his. He wanted to mark her as his so nobody else could have her. He would look at her face and... And- 

Nanami opened his eyes, he didn’t remember her face.

He got all hot and sweaty. 

Closing his eyes, he forced himself to remember and continued rubbing his cock hastily. He was close but he would go into the bathroom to finish soon. 

Her face was all blurry, her smile was the same and her voice only got cuter. Her face formed into yours. Your half-lidded eyes filled with tears looked up at him, your lips parted, “Nanami, please.”

Nanami came abruptly, he was out of breath as the image of you was burned into his mind. He couldn’t even worry about getting his sheets and boxers dirty, all he could think about was you. He knew he would never see you again and he hoped that would be the case because he didn’t know what he would do if he saw you again.

~~~

“Oh, and Suguru says hi!” Gojo chirped as Nanami organized the paperwork on the desk. He had been aimlessly talking and talking even though Nanami was refusing to talk to him. “He wants you to come over sometime! Like a reunion, you know! Shoko was there this weekend and it was fun.”

No answer. 

“Pipsqueak asked about you.”

Nanami’s body froze, hands trembling. “What did she say?” he asked in a calm tone.

Gojo smirked, “I lied.”

There was a violent silence that filled the office room. 

“But it would be nice to see her again, in your dorm room, right? Just like the first time?” Gojo’s voice was distant.

Nanami glared at him, where did this idiot get the confidence to talk like this?

“Admit it, you wish you could have been a part of it for longer. If only you weren’t on such a high horse, she’d give you the attention you sought.” Gojo grabbed Nanami by the shoulder, “Maybe even forgive you for all the times you hurt her. Maybe if you took me and Suguru’s advice and learned from us, you could have gotten away with anything you did to her.”

“Shut up,” Nanami hissed, his eyes were wide. He could feel his body heat rising, he was getting angry and he could hurt someone. Specifically Gojo.

“You ruined everything for yourself by trying to ruin it for us. What did she do in the end? You remember?”

Nanami abruptly stood up and grabbed Gojo while raising his fist to punch him but before his fist could come in contact with his smug face he jolted awake in his bed. He was out of breath, his jaw hurting from possibly when he was clenching it during his sleep, and sweaty. 

With a soft curse spilling from his lips, he sat up on his bed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. What a way to start another miserable day. 

~~~

The heavy door of his office room opened with a loud creak, turning all of Nanami’s attention to the expected guests. He got up from his desk and fixed his suit to greet Ijichi coming in to introduce his new Jujutsu Sorcerer partner.

“Ijichi,” he greeted but his composure almost faltered when he saw a shorter figure behind him. It was…

“Hi!” you bowed, giving him a polite smile. “I’m (name).”

Ijichi smiled, “Mr. Nanami, (name) will be in your care.”

Nanami’s mouth felt dry as he tried to school his brain back online. He wasn’t sure as to what to do or act like. You of all people… You were going to be his-

“Let’s get along well,” you chirped, reaching your hand out to him.

He looked at your hand and then up at your face before giving you a handshake. “Nice to meet you.” The handshake lasted longer than a regular one but he made sure to keep it professional, he had been caught off guard but it wouldn’t happen again. 

You were still smiling, nodding at whatever Ijichi had to say about you and your sorcerer grade. Nanami’s eyes didn’t leave you for a second, staring at your smile was enough to make him sweat and shiver in anticipation all at the same time.

“That is all,” Ijichi bowed, “I’ll be leaving now, please don’t work too hard!”

“Bye-bye!” you smiled, waving him goodbye as Nanami collected a file from his desk. “So,” you turned around on your heels, still grinning, “Nanami, what do you say to giving me a tour around Jujutsu High?”

He paused for a moment and put the file down instead of checking if the report was complete. That could help the two of you warm up to each other, he could do that. “Sure. Jujutsu High is close to us.”

You clapped your hands together, “Amazing! I’ve never been to the Jujutsu High in Tokyo. I’ve heard so many great things, you’ve gone to school here, right?”

Nanami led the way, walking in front of you and out of his office. “Yes, I have.”

“How was it?” you asked, catching up to him and walking beside him. 

Not a second passed but Nanami got lost within two years of his youth. The second year was full of her and his third year had been- “Well. Principal Yaga is an exceptional teacher.”

“Oh, I see!” you smiled, eyes looking around the garden he led you to. 

The campus was huge and he gave you a wonderful tour. Showing inside the classrooms and even the large library. 

He was done with the tour in an hour, his stories of the place were short and only about the classes. This was where he first executed a curse, that was the first cursed tool he used and there was the training dummy he had broken. Memories of his academic years.

“What about that building?” You pointed at the large building with two floors. 

He looked at the building and his lips formed a frown. “That’s the student dormitory.” 

“I’d like to see it too!” You started walking by yourself and didn’t look behind you to see if Nanami was following you.

He stood where he was. He didn’t want to go inside. He didn’t want to walk those hallways again and he didn’t want to see the traces of his youth there.

“You coming or what?” You turned around, beaming at him with such bright joy. 

He found himself unable to resist your smile, your peppy personality, and he wanted to corrupt any joy you had ever felt and would ever feel. 

He took a step forward and your smile only got brighter. “Don’t make a lady wait, Nanami.”

He scoffed at that, shaking his head. You were ridiculous but not as much as Gojo. He could tolerate you.

You waited until he was next to you and then started walking again with a proud puff of your chest. The dormitory was empty when you two got inside.

“Students are on a field trip with their teacher, I think the tour will be faster this way.” Nanami walked inside the common room, it didn’t look any different from what it looked like before. The TV was a newer model and the broken coffee decanter was gone. Now they owned a better one. He showed you the small library and the laundry room. 

Then the pictures on the walls of the common room. Every single graduation picture was taken at the end of the school year. 

“Where’s yours?” you asked, smiling as you looked around. 

He felt a tinge of sorrow as his finger tapped on a picture frame. 

Your smile faltered momentarily as you looked at the picture of Nanami and him only in the graduation picture. He was the only graduate from his class and he looked dreadful in the picture, glaring at the camera while holding a bouquet and a diploma. 

“That’s horrible, didn’t you have any friends or classmates?” you asked with genuine sympathy. 

“My classmate passed away during our mission in our first year. My other classmate repeated the first year. I had my upperclassmen but we weren’t exactly close.” He tapped on the picture frame that came before his picture.

It was a picture of the golden duo. Gojo and Geto. Shoko and she was there too. The girl was between the two guys while Shoko was lying on the ground in front of them all with the bouquets. She was grinning from ear to ear while she was showing off her diploma to the camera. The other girl was making peace signs with a hand and she was holding her diploma with the other. Gojo and Geto both had an arm draped over the girl. Gojo had his diploma folded in his school jacket and he was kissing the girl’s cheek next to him while he was holding his sunglasses up. Geto was squeezing the girl’s cheeks together with his free hand and his diploma was tucked under his arm.

“They look very close,” you said, eyes on the girl in the middle, taking all of the attention. “Sad that you didn’t get to graduate with them.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “They are all very close.”

You must have realized he was drowning in misery because you moved on. “Show me your old room!” you giggled.

He stumbled on his words but didn’t refuse. He led you down the hallway of the first floor of the dormitory and opened the door to an empty room. Nobody was staying in this room right now so he didn’t feel like he was intruding. 

You gasped, “It’s bigger than I expected!” Walking up to the bed, you sat on the mattress and grinned while looking around. 

“I spent most of my time in here, reading and studying.” He realized your eyes were fixated on something.

“What’s that?” you asked, still smiling.

He followed your stare and found himself looking at a blood stain on the tatami floor. The traces of his sins.

“I don’t know,” he replied because it was the best you didn’t know how he used to have his hand around his cock on the bed you were sitting and stare at that stain to relive the moments of that night.

“Creeepy~” you giggled and stared at him. “Thanks for the tour, I feel like I know you better now, Nanami!”

He nodded languidly, “Sure.”

“Ugh,” you sighed, “Let’s not be so formal, I’d hate to work with you if we don’t become friends. It would definitely make us hate coming to work!” Getting up from the mattress you stood in front of him. “Let’s make sure to get along well!”

He forced a smile, eyes on your beautiful face. “You’re right,” he relented. “Let’s get along well, (name).” 

~~~

Today’s task was to finish the paperwork. This task had always been Nanami’s favorite since as soon as he was finished he could go home but also this meant Gojo piling all of his paperwork on him. 

Yet today he had you. You were excellent at helping him finish all of the reports and check for any mistakes without complaining and instead enjoying the work. 

“Would you like some coffee, Nanami?” you asked as you got up with your empty cup. 

He gave a slight nod and watched you take his cup from the desk before walking out of the office. When he was sure you were out of the room, he leaned back on his chair and sighed, you were so overwhelming in the most beautiful ways. He found himself staring at you when he should have been doing his work, watching your eyelashes flutter and eyes follow the long trail of words printed on paper.

He couldn’t help but notice the small things. The small taps of your finger to fidget and the way your brows furrowed before you lifted your head to ask Nanami something you didn’t quite understand. 

He was lost in it all.

When the door opened again he turned to greet you but Gojo’s stupid face greeted him instead.

“Why are you here?” he grimaced. “I’m too busy, Gojo. Come back tomorrow.”

“I’m not here to see you,” Gojo whined and looked around. “Where’s the fresh meat?”

Nanami’s jaw clenched, and he raised his eyebrows. “Don’t speak like that.”

Gojo scoffed as he closed the door and walked further inside. “Oh, you’re calling dibs?” He let out a chuckle, “That’s a first Nanami~!”

“Knock it off and leave if you-”

“Calm down, I have a clingy girlfriend,” Gojo sighed, shaking his head dramatically. “I’m just joking with you! When did you get all serious?” He paused and grinned, “Ah, you were always serious. My bad!”

“You should leave,” Nanami argued.

Gojo smiled again as he nodded slowly. “I’ll leave after I’ve seen the new pipsqueak,” he said, before breaking into a laugh.

Nanami glared at him but before he could say anything you walked into the room with a tray.

“Ah, you must be the new girl!” the tall man chirped. “I came here to say hi!”

Nanami felt his hackles rising.

You were dumbfounded as Gojo approached you with a grin. “Hi, I’m (name)! And you must be Satoru Gojo.” 

He continued smiling, “Guilty!”

Your brows rose and you stared at Nanami, nervously chuckling, “Is he always this friendly?”

Gojo responded instead, “Only when they’re pretty.”

You blushed faintly and finally moved towards the desk to put the tray down. “Would you want to have something to drink as well?” you asked with a smile.

“He’ll leave soon. We all have work to do,” Nanami’s tone was cold and it made you look at him in question. 

“Yes, how could I forget,” Gojo hit his forehead jokingly, “I need to work! I left the students back in Osaka. I should leave.”

“Travel safe,” you joked. 

“Nice to meet you and see ya! Promise to visit the Jujutsu High a lot!” He let out a laugh and waved at you before disappearing.

As soon as he disappeared you let out a sigh, “He’s way too overwhelming.”

Nanami didn’t look at you or stop reading the file in front of him for a moment. “Exactly, that’s why I don’t like him disturbing me.”

You chuckled, “Do I fall into the same category?”

“It depends,” he shrugged and looked up to take his coffee cup from the tray. He saw that you had brought some pastries too. He took a small piece. “Will you annoy me more than a curse?”

“Sorry, Nanami,” you sighed, grinning. “I’ll be your curse. The worst burden you’ll ever have.”

Nanami rolled his eyes but a scoff escaped his lips. The rest of the passing hours were calm and filled with work. Neither of you complained and he found that peaceful. When it was time to go home he felt a bit sad about it. Yet he still laid awake at night with his hand around his cock, eyes closed while imagining shoving his cock down your throat.

~~~

You were only a coworker. You didn’t ask to drink coffee after work or ask to go to a bar. You always left for home as soon as the work was finished. You didn’t even take Ijichi’s car which made it impossible for Nanami to be able to talk to you. You had your car and you had your things to do in your private time.

Nanami was going insane. He needed to spend more time with you. Outside of work.

~~~

“What are you eating?” you asked with a grin, taking a seat in front of him in the kitchen.

“Curry and rice,” he replied as you were opening your bento box. 

“Hmm, do you cook yourself?”

“I’m able to cook for myself, so yes.” He spoke only after he was done chewing his first bite.

“That’s good! You should cook for me,” you chuckled. “I’m tired of cooking every day to eat. But buying lunch is too expensive so I have to cook.”

He shook his head, “It’d be irresponsible for me to cook for you. It’s your responsibility.”

“Have pity!” you giggled and showed him your plain bento box. “This is the third day in a row I’m eating veggies and rice!”

He snickered at that, lips curling up to a smile as you whined. 

“What is it with men and refusing to help women?” you sighed, speaking to yourself. “You are more than capable to cook for two.”

“Are you incapable of cooking for yourself?” It came out cold but he had been going for a flirty tone. 

“I’m just lazy!” you huffed and returned to your food. “I’ll get a boyfriend and he’ll cook for me then.”

“It’s better to learn how to be a responsible adult,” he said and you shook your head, refusing to listen to his advice. “I don’t cook for others.”

“I’ll eat my shitty meal outside, maybe that will give it some flavor!” you declared with another grin, “I’ll also check if Shoko is up to trading her lunch with me.”

“You’d rather go there?” He let out a disappointed sigh as you left. This building of the professional sorcerers was close to the Jujutsu High because they were sharing paperwork with the school. Gojo didn’t do his paperwork so it was Nanami’s job at some point to write his reports or send them to Kyoto when it became too overwhelming. 

Curses were all at bay nowadays, nothing too dangerous. Especially with Itadori being a sorcerer himself. Gojo was keeping the balance with Geto as always.

Nanami?

He was seen as a kind person. He had never shown a weak side to others, he was pretty stoic but there were certain emotions he could never let out.

He didn’t want the pity of others. 

He liked being seen as a selfless and hardworking man. He didn’t want people, more importantly his coworkers to see his vulnerable self. The selfish alter ego. The one that wanted everything for itself, wanted all the attention on himself. 

His mind tended to remind him of the exact moment when he joined their game. He remembered how that was the only time he felt like-

Nanami wanted to be useful to others to cleanse himself from his past mistakes. He made sure to be a good mentor and a good sorcerer so everyone around him would smile and live a restful life. 

Nevertheless, deep down he was nothing but a mess. 

Nanami was a mess even before he met you but you fueled his fire somehow. He wanted to have you but you didn’t look like you wanted to with him.

Nanami was no good to anyone anyway. He knew that. He was a burden. A curse. He didn’t deserve their attention or time. He was a nobody.

For another ten minutes, he stood in front of the sink, collecting his thoughts while washing the dishes. 

"Up to wash my container?" you asked, walking into the kitchen. 

"No," Nanami said, moving away from the sink. “You are not a kid.”

You pouted and put your dirty container in the sink, glancing at him. “Shoko said you used to help her with cooking. So you do cook for others!”

He paused. 

You noticed the sudden pause and raised a brow, “Caught in a lie, huh?”

Shaking his head, he walked towards the coffee machine. “I’m just surprised she remembers all of that.”

“Oh, was it a long time ago?” you hummed while turning on the sink, grabbing the clean sponge to wash your dishes. “It’s never too old to relive the past, you know!” 

He was quiet for a single moment. He used to help Shoko cook only because Geto and Gojo threw him in the middle. To him, those were just simple memories, not something he would bring up in a conversation. Was Shoko telling you about the past? If so, how much did you know? Did you know about-

“If we can start the fieldwork today, I’ll get you something.” 

You turned off the sink and glanced at him over your shoulder, grinning in mischief, “Cook me something, you mean?”

That broke his composure, he let out a breath through his nose and smiled. You almost made him snort! “Yes, I’ll cook you something,” he replied.

"Let’s finish the paperwork then!" you laughed, the day had barely started but you were too pumped up to get back to work.

"Finish washing the dishes and get to work then," Nanami poured some coffee for himself. 

You turned to the sink and hurriedly washed your dishes. He took this moment to stare at your back, watching the way your shoulders moved and how you stood. You were leaning on the counter and you wouldn’t stay still, shifting your weight from one foot to another. That made your hips move in a way he found hypnotizing. He was now staring at your pants and how well they hugged your ass. 

He broke out of his trance when Shoko entered the kitchen. He could guess that she walked you here. She liked the company of others.

“Hello,” she greeted, an unlit cigarette between her lips. She grinned at Nanami, “The new girl said she was gonna make you cook for her to save money.”

“Hey!” you laughed, “I told you to keep it down!”

Nanami sighed, “I’ll do it once. To be a kind mentor.”

“We’ll see about that,” you mumbled.

“I like this one,” Shoko put her hand on your head, petting your hair. “She’s got quite the personality. I think she’ll brighten you up in no time, Nanami.”

“This is a work environment, we need to keep things professional.” He took a sip from his coffee, “We don’t need another Gojo.”

Shoko scoffed, “Whatever you say. (name) could beat Gojo.”

“I could?” you froze, dropping your clean dishes back on the sink. 

Chuckling, Shoko lightly shoved you in the arm. “She’s so gullible too. You remind me of my best friend.” She had a gentle smile on her face as she looked at you. “God, I wish she was here right now, she was the only person who made Nanami laugh.”

You beamed, “Really?” As you turned your head to look at Nanami, you found him already looking at you. He had a tense look on his face. “Ah, I can imagine him laughing but how did she do that?”

Shoko looked at the ceiling to think, “She was just so gullible. Came from a clan where they kept her away from the real world so she was easy to mess with. I think the boys loved making up things for her to believe. They once convinced her that Turkey was in Africa.”

Your beaming smile died down slightly, “That’s… sad. Did she really believe them about everything?”

“Yeah,” Shoko nodded. “I guess. She didn’t mind them messing with her anyway. She was this cute little pipsqueak. Everyone’s favorite. I think that’s what makes her special. She was so innocent when she came here.”

“That’s enough,” Nanami interfered. “We need to get back to work.”

“He’s right,” Shoko let out a sigh. “We should go somewhere after work. Could be a better option for you to get to know everyone.” She was talking to you and you were nodding with a smile. 

It was decided.

The next hour, you finished all of the paperwork and headed out together in Ijichi’s car since you decided the three of you would go to the bar together. Ijichi was keen on taking the driver role for the sake of letting everyone else drink. You thanked him for his sacrifice and rode in the car with Nanami.

He was happy enough to sit next to you during the entire ride towards the woods. At the location of your first job with Nanami, Ijichi put down a veil while the two of you observed the place.

It was an abandoned and unfinished building. 

“What do you think this curse is?” you asked, stretching your arms and legs. Ijichi approached you to give you your cursed tool from the trunk of the car. It was a sword.

“It is a first grade, maybe a special grade but nothing we can’t handle.” Nanami paused, “Besides, haven’t you read the report? We had all of the information there.”

“I like the way you already count us together,” you chirped, ignoring the last part.

He shook his head.

“I’ll be waiting here,” Ijichi said, bowing his head.

Nanami nodded in acknowledgment and you bowed your head, thanking Ijichi for the ride. When you stood again, you noticed Nanami was already headed towards the building. To catch up with him, you had to jog a little.

“You didn’t even wait for me!” you whined, out of breath.

“You are wasting time, I don’t want to work overtime,” he mumbled as he opened the large metal doors for you and let you walk into the building.

You walked past him with a smile, “Thank you!”

He walked in after you, “I’m surprised you managed to finish all of the paperwork today. Did you really do it for a meal?”

“What do you think?” you winked at him, grinning.

Before Nanami could say something else, a shadowy figure bolted out of the dark corner of the building and forward at full speed toward you. 

He reached for his cursed weapon in fear of your safety but you were able to draw your sword and stopped the blow of the shadow figure. Your sword clashed against the thick skin of the curse with loud ear-scratching noise as if its skin was made of something more solid. 

Nanami jumped back and held his cursed weapon tightly, only for you to attack the curse in full force once again. You managed to slash its flesh and the curse let out a scream. You continued your attack, driving your sword further inside the curse and fueling it with cursed energy to exorcise it. 

You were doing a good job and Nanami was watching you from a safe distance just in case you needed help but you exorcised the curse by yourself. As you were putting your sword away, he smiled, “Good job.”

“Be honest, did I look cool?” you were smirking.

“Should you be looking cool while doing your job?” he asked.

“Ugh!” you whined, rolling your eyes. “Can’t you just have some fun?”

“We’re working,” he sighed. “It’s not exactly fun.”

You groaned in frustration.

“So, are we really done?” you spoke while the two of you began heading out of the building to meet up with Ijichi. “Are we going to the bar now?”

“I would guess so,” he said, cracking his neck. “Good thing we finished early.”

You had a proud smile on your face, “All thanks to me!”

“Yes, thank you,” he smiled.

“I made you smile!” you excitedly pointed at his face, still grinning. “This is great!”

He rolled his eyes. “Did you make a bet with Shoko?”

“No,” you replied and gently poked his arm. “Just with myself!”

Ijichi opened the car door for you while Nanami paused for a second to enjoy the meaning behind your words.

“To the bar?” Ijichi asked once everyone settled into their seats.

“To the bar!” you confirmed.

Although Nanami hated after-work gatherings, he didn’t miss this one. 

The two of you had finished all of your paperwork and started the fieldwork. Shoko had worked overtime because the students getting injured frequently during their training lectures. Gojo had recently gotten a girlfriend. 

It was time to celebrate getting all the work done and more.

The bar Shoko chose was close to the school and was a regular hangout place for sorcerers like you. Ijichi and Akari sat together while chatting, the two didn’t drink any alcohol as the designated drivers. Shoko was smoking while Gojo had all of his attention on you. Nanami sat next to you, observing your manners and wishing Gojo to drop dead. 

“Would you like more sake?” you asked, offering to pour some for Nanami as the waitress came into the private booth with more bottles of sake. 

He let you pour more sake into his cup while Gojo sighed. “I wanna drink too!”

You turned to him, “You told me you didn’t drink earlier?”

He pouted, looking at you over his sunglasses. “I can’t drink in public. Need to be on guard at all times.”

“Boring!” you laughed and poured more sake into your cup. 

“You’re so full of life!” he laughed with you and grinned from ear to ear. “It’s such a shame you’ve been attended to him!”

You shrugged, “I’m pleased to work with Nanami.” You poked his arm, “How about you?”

Nanami was caught a bit off guard, he nodded slowly while lighting his cigarette. “You’re a good partner.”

Your stare stayed on him and after Gojo finally moved on to annoying Ijichi, you spoke to him.

“Is everything alright, Nanami?” 

Nanami took an inhale of his cigarette smoke. “Yes,” he mumbled.

You put a hand on his arm, beaming up at him. “Am I that boring?”

“No.” He was quick to shake his head. 

“You should loosen up,” you declared.

Grumbling under his breath, he took a sip of his drink. It was already his third one. “Are you ready for more fieldwork?”

“Yes! Can’t wait to impress you with my skills!”

He glanced at you and you looked exactly as he had imagined. So bright and full of joy. “Are you trying to impress me?” he asked out of nowhere.

“Well,” you started, eyes trained on his outfit. “You are my mentor and I’d like to leave a good impression.”

Nanami raised a brow. You reminded him of Takuma Ino. He liked it when he was respected and you were so full of hope. He could imagine you looking at him like he was a hero, admired and respected. 

“Ah! Listen to this!” Gojo laughed, eyes shining even behind his sunglasses as he looked at the screen of his phone. “Suguru is coming!”

Shoko raised her glass with a chuckle, “Told you he’d be down to meet the new girl!”

Nanami’s shoulders tensed, and he looked at your expression. You were practically smiling so hard that your cheeks were puffing. How excited…

“It’s always a pleasure when Geto joins us,” Ijichi said, Akari nodding dreamily to agree.

“You’ll love him!” Gojo assured you, “He’s my best friend!” His toothy grin and sparkling eyes indicated that he was telling the truth. “He’s one of the teachers, helps me a lot with the students since we have so many first years this year.”

“Mimiko and Nanako are also graduating,” Shoko added, smiling. “Time flies.”

“Yes, they’ll either continue to Jujutsu College or they’ll get to working!” Gojo pointed at Nanami, “You promised to take them in once they graduate!”

“It wasn’t a promise, you told me to do it.” Nanami took a sip from his sake. ��They had to repeat the third year twice now. I’m not sure if they’re dedicated.”

“The third time is the charm!” Gojo laughed at pointed at Ijichi, “He repeated the first year thrice! That’s why you were all alone in the second year and graduated alone!” 

Ijichi let out a nervous chuckle, “Am I supposed to take that as an insult?”

Your eyes kept following whoever was talking, you tried keeping up with the conversation but it almost felt impossible.

“Nonetheless, sure,” Nanami sighed, “I’ll take them in when they manage to graduate.” Whether it be how puzzled you looked or the guilt of leaving you out of the question, Nanami leaned down to whisper in your ear. “They’re Geto’s adopted daughters.”

“Wow, isn’t he too young?” you asked, even more puzzled.

“He was. He saved the girls from a village during a mission gone wrong after he graduated. The curses eradicated the village and he only managed to save the girls.” Nanami watched as you took notice of his empty cup and poured more sake for him. He could feel his tongue loosening, he could also feel himself getting more confident. 

“Aww…” Your sad eyes looked up at him and you pouted, “I hope the girls are doing better now.”

“They are!” Gojo said and pulled out his phone, “They’re a part of our family. Here!” He held his phone out to your face to show pictures of two beautiful young girls with him and Geto at what looked like a crepe shop. He then moved on to the next picture where they were all in school uniforms in front of the Jujutsu High garden. “They’re growing up so fast!”

You smiled, eyes softening, “Having kids so early on must be nice, but also expensive…”

“You’re so right! They want designer stuff and beg me to take them to places. It’s not like Suguru doesn’t have the power to fly them over to any city!” he feigned annoyance and shook his head.

You were laughing. 

Nanami continued drinking.

“You live in Tokyo?” Gojo said.

“Yes, I moved here about a few years ago,” you smiled, making the move to pour more sake into your cup.

“Are you single?” 

“That’s private, Mr. Gojo,” you forced out a giggle, still smiling politely. “What about you?”

“Well,” Gojo winked, “Unfortunately, I’m not.” 

“Unfortunately?” Shoko asked, taking a long whiff of her cigarette. “Already?”

“Yeah, something like that,” he shrugged.

Shoko rolled her eyes, “Gojo and his love life never fails to amuse me.”

“But it always fails, huh?” you joked. 

“Exactly,” he sighed and took a sip from his coke. “It’s hard to find the one.”

“Oh, I think we all know you’ve already found the one,” Shoko scoffed, “You’ve missed your chance and now you’re asking for pity.”

Gojo pouted, “There’s always the one that got away.” His stare found Nanami, he winked again and it made the blonde one glare at him.

Shoko let out a soft sigh, exhaling the smoke of her cigarette.

You raised a brow but didn’t question further.

Then Gojo and you started talking about your hobbies. You mentioned drawing and writing poems. He made a joke about how you should draw him. 

“I actually can’t draw that good,” you said.

Nanami didn’t know what came over him but he found himself objecting. “I think-” No, that would be a little creepy if he told you he had seen you before. It was a coincidence but still, it felt a little odd to mention to a new coworker. “I believe you can draw well. Art isn’t all about talent, it’s about expressing yourself and your emotions.”

You smiled at him, “That’s nice of you to say,” you softly spoke. “If I have to be honest, I’ve drawn you, Nanami. You’re pretty easy to draw.”

Gojo laughed but his existence was a background noise now. Nanami was baffled, he hadn’t seen you drawing anything since the two of you started working. 

“You see,” you started, a bit nervous and shy. “I’ve seen you a couple of times in the city where I hang out and drawn you a couple of times. Or enough times to make me mentioning this to you creepy.”

Nanami chuckled, “That’s interesting.” 

“I can bring them to work tomorrow, I’d love to show them to you,” you said and although it was merely to make small talk, you had no idea how happy that made Nanami.

“I’ll be looking forward to that,” he said. He was. 

“I’m gonna get more drinks,” Shoko announced, getting up from her seat, “Does anyone else want anything something other than sake?” Almost everyone started talking at once. She scoffed and shook her head, “I’ll get everyone beer, that’s all.”

“Ah!” Gojo raised his hand but Shoko slapped it away.

“I’ll get you something non-alcoholic.”

With that, she left. 

Nanami watched you finish what was left in your cup while Gojo was busy texting. There was a comfortable silence between everyone until the door to their private booth opened again. 

It hadn’t been long enough for Shoko to return so that only meant-

“Good evening,” Geto greeted everyone with a smile, closing the door behind himself.

“Suguru!” Gojo cheered, “You made it!”

Some collective greetings were being said to Geto as he sat next to Gojo, the two poked each other while smiling. They were speaking to each other when his eyes landed on you. “You must be the newbie.”

Gojo smirked, “Yes, she’s Nanami’s new partner.”

You bowed your head, “Nice to meet you, I’m (name).”

Geto stared at Nanami, squinting his eyes ever so slightly, “Is Nanami treating you alright?”

Chuckling, you nodded, “So far, yes!”

A smirk plastered on Geto’s face, “That’s good to hear, he can be pretty dense at times.”

“That never happened,” Nanami spat, rolling his eyes. “Could you stop badmouthing me in front of me?” It was more of an order.

“Well someone can’t take a joke,” Gojo laughed, raising his hands to surrender. “You see, (name)? He’s so dense.”

They were trying to turn you against him, make you dislike him and it was working. He hated that they were making a fool of him and how he took the bait every single time. He was tired of the constant state of fighting.

“I’m going out for a smoke,” Nanami abruptly said, getting up from his seat. 

Geto followed him. Then Gojo. 

Nanami groaned softly when he noticed them following after him and hurried outside. The cold night air caressed his face as he pulled out his packet of cigarettes. Without having the chance to put his cigarettes away, the packet got snatched from his hands. 

“She’s pretty,” Geto said, taking a cigarette from Nanami’s packet and handing it back to him. “Any plans?”

“What plans?” Nanami said, patting on his clothes to find his lighter, Geto was faster again, he pulled out his lighter to light Nanami’s cigarette first and then lit his own.

“The plan where you apply the things we taught you to get the girl.” Gojo walked to stand in front of the two guys. “I mean, it’s obvious that you find her attractive.”

“This isn’t high school and nor am I horrible people like you,” he spat coldly.

"Let me break it down for you," Geto said out of a sudden, exhaling his smoke at Nanami’s face. “You are in denial. We weren’t the ones who hurt anyone. It was you and your obsession. Satoru, did we ever make anyone cry?”

Nanami could feel his blood boil, anger was taking over him.

“Nuh-uh,” Gojo smirked while shaking his head. “Pipsqueak maybe? Tears of joy when we were giving her the time of her life before the graduation ceremony?”

Nanami glared at the white-haired guy, his eyes were sharp enough to cut him into pieces. “I never made anyone cry.”

Geto started walking around Nanami, inhaling from his cigarette. “Really? From what I remember, you don’t know how to handle a woman. You always waited for us to invite you and then acted like we were the worst. In your head, since you are madly in love with whoever’s the next victim, it makes everything you do out of love, right?”

“Don’t be so mean, Suguru.” Gojo folded his arms over his chest, “Nanami loves making us the bad guys because that’ll justify everything. We dragged him into everything, right?”

Geto scoffed, furrowing his brows. “If that’s what happened, then why do I remember him knocking on my door? Begging to be let in? Begging to be a part of it? Did we also force you into that?”

Gojo shook his head. “I don’t even remember asking him to go into Pipsqueak’s room late at night, do you?”

Nanami bit the sponge butt of the cigarette hard enough for it to break and fall, he spat out the half that ended up in his mouth. “Don’t you dare,” he warned.

Lifting his hands, Gojo’s lips curled up in a devilish grin, his eyes were wide and crazed. “I remember that she came to us. She sought the comfort of the horrible people because of-”

“Satoru,” Geto softly spoke, a smile in his voice. It made Gojo stop immediately. He offered a satisfied nod to his best friend and a soft, kind smile to Nanami who was on the verge of losing his composure. “No matter how much you try to act like you’re better than us, we all know the truth. We know. If you want to make enemies with us, then we will be your enemies.”

“What do you say, Suguru?” Gojo walked up to his friend, draping an arm on his shoulder. “Wanna go halfsies on (name)? Like the old times?” 

Geto’s smile turned sinister, eyes still on Nanami, watching him get riled up wordlessly. 

The blonde one clenched his jaw and kept quiet, staring at the ground. His whole body was tense but he felt helpless like a mouse caught in a trap, he didn’t know how to react, what to do or say.

“Should we do the overly friendly guys?” Gojo chuckled, “Or the mysterious guy and the funny guy? Or the best friends who are rivals?”

Nanami’s lip started twitching. 

“Nah,” Geto waved his hand, his playful tone returning. “Leave that to Nanami.” He turned around with Gojo, slowly walking back into the bar. “She’s not my type.”

“Yeah, your type’s more…” Gojo jokingly hummed in thought, acting like he was trying to decide. 

“Innocent,” Geto filled in with a sigh.

They left Nanami alone in the cold, crisp night air.

To calm his nerves, he decided to take a walk.

On the way, Nanami vomited thrice. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, ignoring the strong smell of acid, and grabbed onto his pack of cigarettes instead. He couldn’t believe he had been humiliated by those two idiots. 

They were careless, as always.

They were horrible, as always.

He was hopeless, as always.

Nanami felt a sort of sorrow in his gut, maybe they were right? Maybe he had been too blind to see himself honestly. He wasn’t sure what made him this way. He remembered liking those two until they became third years. Perhaps it was the reality of the situation settling in. Maybe because he knew he would never be able to continue what they were doing once they were gone. Or perhaps because he wanted everything to last forever but they had to grow up eventually to become a part of society. To become adults.

He remembered that day he saw the new transfer student visiting Jujutsu High and immediately told Gojo about it. It would be their one last game. One more before they became part of society.

Yet, it had ended so soon. 

What?

Did he want it to last?

He felt his legs get heavier, so he sat down on a bench, inhaling from his cigarette. 

He wanted to believe that he was a good man.

He wasn’t.

A chill went down Nanami’s spine. His throat felt dry. He let out a deep breath and pushed a hand through his silky hair. 

No matter how much he played this character of being a responsible adult, he was still tainted with these dark thoughts and urges that he couldn’t get rid of. He wanted to be able to act careless, be something so precious and big in those hopeful eyes of yours. To make you feel like he was your God and your savior. He wanted to play the game one last time. 

He wanted to play with you. 

Nanami wasn’t a good actor, or maybe he was. He had been playing a character for over a decade and it had worked for so long. He could do it.

The mischief started to bleed through his composed expression and his lips curled up. 

Gojo would have been so close to you, practically sticking to your side and putting his hands on you while pretending to be this over-friendly coworker.

Geto was calmer. He liked how Geto was able to sweep women off their feet with just his words. He kept this mysterious aura around him and spoke only when he needed to. He would say things that weren’t true but since they came out of his mouth, they would become true for whichever pitiful girl was the next victim.

Nanami knew how they played this game. 

He knew the first thing they did was to decide what character they were going to play. 

Nanami wasn’t good at that.

He was good at being a bystander.

The one to comfort you when he knew you needed it.

The one you would trust because he was the good guy.

Nanami was good at that.

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GOJO SATORU || FOR A LIFETIME

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1733

| published : 19 november

| request : Gojo Satoru x wife! Reader. They're just cuddling and being all lovey dovey until his students burst in, and are immediately asking questions cuz they didn't know he was married. He just says they've been married for three years and met at the Academy, and she's just smiling as they start asking her questions and how he managed to search up a pretty girl like her

| barista’s notes : i really loved writing this imagine for some reason  ʕ·ᴥ·　ʔ like i just had so much fun thinking all the events that could happen with the trio but i kinda feel like i didn’t paste my imagination well into words ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ other than that, i hope you love your cup of classic black coffee and i hope you come again and order soon once we’re back open ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Stretching your arms upwards, you could clearly hear the few cracks that your back had released telling you that you had been sitting in the same position for too much time causing you to groan from the satisfaction that your back felt lighter than it did a few seconds ago.

Looking at the clock that was hanging to your right side, you had come to the realisation that you had been working on your reports for a full three hours, leading you to take a deep breath as you were glad that you had managed to finish everything before the sun was going to set. Quickly standing up, you collected all the papers you needed and started to make your way out of your office and let your feet guide you to wherever they wanted to take you.

From what you could recall from this morning, no one had a mission assigned to them today unless it was an emergency to which that was unavoidable - sometimes you can’t even escape them yourself. However, compared to the other Jujutsu sorcerers that were in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, you weren’t a teacher but rather the school principal’s right-hand person as you were a student of his back from when he was a teacher himself. 

You continued to walk around aimlessly around the corridors until you stopped to see a sliding door in your way. Tilting your head to the side, you wondered why your feet decided to drag you here while you were daydreaming, causing you to grab one end and quietly slide the door open to see if there was anyone that was in the room right now.

To not much of your surprise, you ‘unexpectantly’ found a very tall man relaxing on a chair acting like he didn’t have any students to teach at this current moment in time. After sliding the door behind you, you walked up to the sleeping man before taking a seat on the remaining space of the chair and decided to rest your head on the palm of your hand that was relaxing on your knee. To think that you were married to his man, made you wonder what was going on in your mind when you said ‘yes’ to his proposal.

“Am I that handsome to you honey?” the man suddenly asked in a teasing tone, as he used his thumb to lift up part of his blindfold to reveal one of his bright sapphire eyes staring at you back, “you’ve been admiring me for quite some time”.

“Nah, I was wondering how drunk I was when I said ‘yes’ to marrying you,” you answered with a playful smile before you suddenly started laughing when your husband gave you an offended expression on his face. “Honey, I’m hurt by that comment,” Gojo stated causing you to reply with, “well you have to live with that for the rest of your life,” leaving him no choice but to give up this little game of banter - since the day both of you became friends, Gojo knew that you were one of the rare people that he wanted to remain by his side as he did with Geto, but that didn’t half of his dream didn’t come to last, yet you were here with him by his side. For a lifetime.

Slowly, he leaned forward to gently grab your sleeve before tugging it, somewhat telling you that he wanted you to move closer to him. Looking at his hand that was holding your sleeve, you scooted closer to him to the point where you were on his lap with your legs hanging out from the side and the side of your head was resting on his chest with your reports in hand.

“What’s that? Shouldn’t you be concentrating on me?” Gojo asked as he looked at the papers in your hand. “These are reports babe, something that you never do,” you answered, before rolling up and sheets and using it to hit the top of his head. However, before Gojo could even playfully comment back at you, the door was slammed open causing you to slightly jump at the sudden interruption leading you to look up, only to see three students with the most confused expression on their faces.

“So I assume you didn’t tell them that you were married,” you quietly asked your husband to which he used your head to rest his head on top and in a high tone muttered, “I forgot wifey~”

“Gojo-sensei!” a boy with pinkish hair yelled out - to which you assumed to be Itadori Yuji - leading to the only female student - to which you quickly figured out that she was Kugisaki Nobara - within the trio to then say, “who is the pretty lady?”. While Fushiguro stood there with the surprised expression still plastered on his face.

“I assume you forgot to tell Megumi as well,” you then giggled out, to which then Gojo laughed with you, as he remembered that after all the years he took care of his precious student, not once he had mentioned you to him.

“This pretty lady here is my little wife, Gojo Y/N,” said to the confused trio, fully and finally introducing you to his first-year students.

“YOU’RE MARRIED?!”

“It’s nice to meet you all, Itadori, Kugisaki and Fushiguro, am I right?” you greeted them with a smile, as the three of them quickly grabbed a random chair out of nowhere and sat down in front of you as if you were about to get interrogated - to which you technically were.

“How does she know who we are?” Kugisaki asked as she was confused about how you knew all their names.

“Your useless teacher here talks about you guys from time to time, so I sort of already know you guys without you knowing.” you answered her as you used your thumb to point at your husband, leading Kugisaki to ask, “can we call you Gojo-sensei as well then?”

“Wouldn’t that confuse us as well as them?” Itadori then asked, to which Kugisaki looked at him to shout at him, only to realise what he was trying to interpret to her. 

“You can call me by my first name not to get confused, I’m alright with it,” you mentioned to her, leaving the students to nod at you.

“Gojo-sensei, how long have you’ve married for?” Fushiguro asked, still wondering why he didn’t know this piece of information about his teacher, let alone that he was with someone.

“Three years!” Gojo proudly announced as he lifted up three fingers as if they didn’t understand what he said so he had to show them. “How did the both of you meet?” Itadori then pressed on with his hand up, seeing how much information he could gain about his teacher’s love life.

“We both met then we were students here and then time flashed by and here we are married,” Gojo answered his student with the vaguest answer that he could have given to anybody, leaving his student annoyed.

“Y/N-sensei, how did both of you met?” Kugisaki then asked you, as she was not satisfied with the white-haired man’s answer.

“Well like Satoru said we met when the both of us were students here, just like all three of you. We were on the same team with Shoko and another person, causing me to have to deal with this man since my first year at Jujutsu High,” you then answered in some detail, causing the students to be more intrigued on the both of yours relationship.

“What do you do Y/N-sensei? I don’t see you around the school at all,” Fushiguro then asked, leading you to smile at him before answering with, “you could say I’m the assistant principal,” causing all the first years to look at you with surprised expressions again.

“GOJO-SENSEI THERE IS NO WAY SHE IS YOUR WIFE, SHE TOO SMART AND PRETTY,” Kugisaki shouted as she looked like she was about to flip her chair - as she confused on why you would be with someone like him - causing you lightly blush at her compliment before giggling at the chaos that was happening right in front of you.

‘This is really just how I imagined it to be. Chaotic’

“Here’s a picture if you don’t believe me,” Gojo then casually stated as he suddenly pulled out what seemed to be a small picture from his wallet, causing you to be curious of what it had to show since you didn’t know he kept something like that within his possession. Once he passed the picture to Fushiguro, you leaned forwards slightly only to be surprised on what the picture displayed.

It was a picture of you and Gojo standing together with you wearing the traditional white kimono with the white wataboshi on your head, while Gojo was wearing the traditional black kimono that contrasted with his bright white hair and bright blue eyes perfectly. It was your wedding picture. 

“Y/N-sensei you look so beautiful!” Kugisaki stated as she snatched the picture out of Fushiguro’s hand to take a closer look at the image, “your makeup is so beautiful, you really suit a red lip,”.

“You look really pretty sensei,” the boys simultaneously said, as they had a light blush on their faces after seeing the picture.

“Since when did you have that picture?” you asked your husband, as you turned around to look at him, only to find him looking at you without his blindfold - fully showcasing his beautiful blue eyes that you have fallen in love with since you met him - as he brushed his fingers through your hair, amused at your surprised expression.

“Since I got the picture printed after the wedding,” Gojo admitted before he moved his hand to caress your cheek causing you to suddenly feel the coolness from his wedding band. "You looked really beautiful that day,” Gojo sentimentally said to you, causing your cheeks to go a light shade of red.

“But you always have been and always will be”

Slowly, he took your left hand in his left hand leading to both your wedding bands to hit against each other lightly, reminding you that this whole thing wasn’t a dream. 

“For a lifetime ha?” you questioned him with a soft smile painted on your face, to which Gojo reciprocated back to you. 

“For a lifetime wifey~”

[neonscandal]

Manga With Me: JJK Pocket Theory Edition

Prison Realm

⚠️ Spoiler Warning: covers chapters 0-94

It’s been far too long since we’ve gotten an update on some of our favorite JJK mains (I’m a “Nobara is still alive” conspiracist, myself) but one in particular has been sealed for 835 days at the time of this word vomit (thank you @howlonginthebox on Twitter). In universe, I think we’re only talking 12 trauma packed days but I’ve been wondering a lot about what the prison realm really is.

Storage for one Gojo Satoru, sure, but does the box hold untold pain and traumas as well? Here’s what we know:

Time does not pass in the prison realm

Our last look at Gojo, he’s surrounded by skulls likely previous inhabitants of the box because

The box holds one inhabitant at a time unless the person inside takes their own life

Aside from the above, there are only two gates out

I just want to know what the prison realm is and what Gojo is being subjected to so below are a few ideas of what our favorite Six Eyes might be enduring. Let me know your thoughts below!

Dreamscape

Likelihood: 3/10

Think ethereal, sometimes happy dreams that come to a screeching halt as he struggles to keep facts straight as time stales around him. Strictly nightmares would be too simple for Gege’s unique brand of heart rending writing so picture Gojo sliding into the familiarity of his hey day back at Jujutsu High but then cut to bloody Geto in that alley. Cut to Riko’s limp body. Cut to Geto cooly threatening Gojo’s found family/students. Cut to the warning signs that Geto was losing his way that Gojo missed because they were the strongest together. But they were together less and less. CUT TO KFC! 💪🏾

Endless Onslaught

Likelihood: 2/10

When Ken!Geto first began socializing the idea of the prison realm to the other curses, I figured it would be haunted or the prisoner would face an onslaught of relentless curses. But Gojo wouldn't be haunted by curses. He tipped the scales with his birth. He's objectively and canonically the strongest. That would just be training for him and I doubt the curses would want that when they just needed the strongest sorcerer out of commission. However, their plans against the sorcerers tend to use a strategy of numbers to overwhelm them. We already know the sorcerers are increasingly short handed so something like Geto’s Night Parade and Shibuya would be all they need to put the jujutsu community off kilter. If an onslaught were the case, maybe the idea would be to wear him and his resolve down completely. After all, it’s not like there’s anything he can do from the inside, right?

Pickled Prison

Likelihood: 1/10

This theory is much darker and implausible given the way it would completely destroy any ending. Its foundation comes from something I saw in Inuyasha so I hope I’m not terribly ruining/misinterpreting the practice. What if he’s turned into a curse, pickled by all the resentment, regret and angst he keeps at bay around his students. Mahito and crew talk about tipping the scales and part of that was getting Gojo off the board and reincarnating Sukuna. But what if they could flip Gojo too? When we first learned about Sukuna having actually been a man first, I wondered whether he became the King of Curses because of the 1000 people he slaughtered or if he was a man who tried to turn himself into a living god but failed turning him into a curse. In Inuyasha, the premise is a little different as a saint sets out to become a living Buddha but when his faith falters, his soul strays into darkness and he begins to resent those he volunteered to protect and care for. I went down this hole because I saw someone’s tweet surmising that Gojo was "enlightened" when Toji "killed" him which likened him to a god and Sukuna’s foil. Either way, I see no peace or resolution if that were to be the case. Last people standing will likely be Yuta, Megumi, Hakari and/or Yuji and they still wouldn’t be a match for OP Gojo turned curse.

‼️ Update: this is apparently more spot on than I thought, check out the back story on the real Ryomen Sukuna

Reflection and “Rehabilitation”

Likelihood: 6/10

What if it’s just Gojo alone with his thoughts? I feel like in essence, that would be pretty similar to the downward spiral the dreamscape would bring on because Gojo already has a lifetime of trauma, loss, regret and isolation to ruminate on. I can’t help but think about the panels below and what emptiness Gojo saw staring into that eye. Enough to drive somebody mad, especially without the external stimulus of teaching or being around others to stave off those darker emotions. I think back to JJK0, fresh after killing his best friend, Gojo was able to smile and speak kindly of Geto because Yuta was there. With Ken!Geto being the last thing he saw before being sealed, imagine how angry at himself he’ll be for being careless or too attached and not properly dealing with Geto’s body. How his attachment put everyone in danger and just declining from there.

R&R Remix: Suspended Judgement Day

Likelihood: 7/10

Playing into the actual appearance of the box and Gojo’s shock upon seeing it, there has to be a theory that speaks to the box’s eyes. So this theory is two fold. Suppose the prison realm is a mirror of reflection as with the theory above but echoed by the people that you failed. Like it’s Gojo’s closely held regrets and insecurities as regurgitated by his parents who he feels curse the day he was born as it sealed their deaths, Riko who regrets being given hope by Satosugu at the end of her life, Geto who - where do we even start? It’s one thing to silence the voice in your head but to hear people you love or held dear say the sick little things that you think about yourself out loud would break the average ‘Jo. This perceived scrutiny from others stems from the idea that hell is other people. Inversely, what if the eyes on the outside of the box actually allow the prisoner to see glimpses of what’s happening without context. Imagine catching the final moments of one of his beloved students KNOWING he could help them but being powerless because he’s in the box. What does being the strongest get you then? I think that would make this prison a bit too perfect for Gojo’s suffering.

Either way, I think Gojo will be worse for wear once he’s finally unsealed. I think he’ll feel responsible and shoulder all the losses from the Shibuya incident and, inevitably, everything to come.

[dcptcnx]

Elite Interest

¥ pairing: Mafia Leader!Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader

¥ genre: 18+ MDNI. Highly suggestive theme mixed in here <3

¥ wc: 860

¥ a/n: so this is going on from the mafia/gang!au i wrote about for JJK. if you haven’t give it a read! 

The Geto gang was filled with top notch members, led under the watchful eye of Suguru Geto. Being in charge of recon units, and gathering the intel not easily obtainable, it was only right for his group to be the ones to execute the orders Lord Yuuji would give. Y/N, a newly Elite Leader of the Tenkai gang, had always been an interest of Suguru’s. 

Suguru was proud of his members for all the information recently gathered in hopes to destroy the rival Sukuna, but he felt that he needed to thank you personally as you and the Tenkai were able to help out when the Geto were short on members.

“Ah, Mistress Y/N. I express my thanks for your help out there today.” Suguru approaches you when back at the safety of the bar you all claimed as ‘neutral ground’. He signals to the bartender for his usual, before gently smiling down at you, allowing you to walk before him towards the booths near the back. “If you may, I’d like to speak with you about future plans?”

“Master Suguru, you don’t need to speak formalities with me. We’re on equal ground, are we not?” You shoot a smirk in his direction as you sit in the booth, him taking the seat across from you. “Besides, I couldn’t turn down a plea for help from someone as skillful and attractive as you.” Before he could answer, the bartender brought over the drinks, Suguru nodding in silent thanks, turning back towards you, wearing his signature smirk.

“Attractive you say?” Suguru’s eyes raked over your features before bringing his glass to his lips and taking a drink, the dim lighting applying shadows to his muscles he’s earned over the years. You began to blush at the intense feeling his eyes held over your body, reaching out to grab your water, and take a drink yourself, averting your gaze before your thoughts began to wander dangerously.

The way his tattoos were so vibrant against his skin, the way they’d move along with the contractions of his muscles always made your face burn up. How could he be so attractive and rub it in your face? You placed your glass on the table, swallowing hard as you crossed your arms across your chest, eyes still not meeting his.

“Y-You know what I mean…” You started, hoping the subject would change, but when something is brought to Suguru’s attention, he doesn’t skip over it, no. He interrogates, gaining any and all information regarding the subject at hand. 

“No, I don’t, sweetheart. Enlighten me, yeah?” At this point, Suguru is leaning against his hands, elbows perched on the table, staring you down like a hawk. You hated this constricting feeling forming in your gut, yet you wanted him to undress you with his eyes. Wanted him to force you to spill your words. Wanted him to-

“Fuck.” You whisper, eyes now staring back at him, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. He knew what he was doing, and you cursed at yourself for ever mentioning him being attractive. His low chuckle tainted your mind more, as you started to think about how he’d sound atop you in bed, praising you, as his hips rock hard and full against your own.

“Your tattoos are lovely, Y/N. Suit your skin well. Your beautiful, and tainted skin.” The last words were barely above a low whisper, showcasing his raspy voice, which only made your body grow warmer. He hears you shuffle below the table, only assuming you’re now crossing your legs to ease the sensation. 

“No Ma’am. Spread them.” He didn’t mean for it to come out as an order, but to know you immediately obeyed, only edged his Ego more, loving how much control he could take over you. He wondered how far he could take the conversation before you’re practically begging for him. 

“You’ve grown the ranks rather quickly. I had to stop myself at the meeting. I surely wasn’t going to let that Zen’in filth degrade someone as obedient as you…” His long half-tied hair was now falling over his shoulders the more he leaned forward, one gloved hand reaching forward to caress your cheek. “But why Y/N. Why do you hide?”

The question threw you off guard. Hide? What did he mean by that? You swallowed the nerves that sat in your throat, your eyes looking over your newly inked skin, remembering all the sudden accomplishments. Your eyes glance over at his arms, seeing lots of faded ink, scars, and wondering how someone like you, was chosen for a position like this. 

“S-Suguru…”

“It’s Master for you.” His voice was a bit sharp, making you bite back your tongue, your core only getting more soaked as time went on. You rake your eyes back up towards Suguru, catching a glimpse of a hidden tattoo that peeked over his shoulder. His shirt was halfway unbutton, revealing his chest, which is how you saw a small section of it.

It resembled a Dragon.

And only true leaders wore that ink. 

“Now, Y/N, will you be a good girl, and enlighten me?”

[toukatan]

You read every gojohime fic???? That's amazing!!! What are your favourites?

hello anonie! i guess i can say i’ve read at least a good 80% of all the fics, at least. probably. most likely because the fic tag at the start of the year was tiny and now the community’s grown so much there’s almost 600 of them. that’s insane to me. like hello?

i have a lotta fics that come to mind, that i should honestly make a master post on because i love them all. so here are a few many that came to mind immediately as i typed this up.

gojohime fic recommendations!

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limitations by ohmytheon 

“Parenthood chooses you," her mother used to tell her, but Utahime never understood that saying more than the moment she realized she was pregnant with Gojo Satoru's child. They were never meant to be something serious - never meant to be more than they were - and yet they both suddenly find themselves in a world that doesn't care about their desires - and that brings them closer in a way that no one else can understand. It won't be easy and it won't be kind to either of them, but it appears as if the universe has other plans for them

no one is what they were before by ohmytheon 

The world broke when Gojo Satoru turned on jujutsu society. It's not the hopeful place it was before, but Utahime has never been one to give up. Until she's placed in a dangerous position directly in his path, and she finds herself trapped in a web that doesn't seem intent on ever letting her go.

and touch me like you never by ohmytheon 

In public, Gojo is a special grade bastard, especially to Utahime, and has been all their lives. He knows exactly what insults to throw and what buttons to push to drive her up a wall. In private, however, he's got quite a few other things to tell and show her, which only makes things more confusing. It would be easier if she could avoid him entirely, but for some reason, he won't let her go entirely.

gravity by aerfei

This is Utahime, fierce and indomitable, and this is Satoru, who despite holding the world’s regard, still craves something that Utahime has had all her life. Coming together is sometimes an act of desperation, and sometimes a deliberate choice. Or: An Iori Utahime character study, through the lens of her relationship with Gojo Satoru, starting from the beginning and ending at the Goodwill Event arc. Manga spoilers and (at least 95%) canon-compliant through (at least) chapter 135.

count every single leaf in autumn by florieneofthesea

“I told my family we’re dating.” Utahime’s hand hovers over the door. “What?!” (or: Gojo tells his family that he's dating Utahime to get them off his back, so of course they invite her to the dreaded family dinner™)

favourite colour by otherthingsonhold

At 28, Satoru Gojo's responsibilities only start to multiply. With his clan looking to him to lead the family, and the balance of the universe in his hands, Gojo isn't thinking of much else. But when his mother brings something to his attention, the only thing Gojo can do is follow through. But how is Utahime Iori part of all of this?

gojo catoru by ashittywriter

Utahime is tasked to catsit a suspiciously large Persian dollface cat with pristine white hair, the most boop-able nose, and to top it off the cutest cerulean eyes. Too bad the cat also happens to be her idiotic colleague Gojo Satoru.

at the tail-end of spring by florieneofthesea

Utahime doesn't expect to remember her ex's number off by heart but it comes in handy when she's a little less than sober outside a club in a city she's not familiar with and her battery on three percent. She just wishes things turned out differently for them. (Or, post-break up exploration where outer forces refuse to let them have their happy ending.)

a second chance by onewordmore

In another world, it wasn't Geto who sneered down at humanity, regarding them to be worthless monkeys that deserved to die. In another world, it wasn't Geto who openly defied the Jujutsu Council and brought down terror and fear to all. In another world, it wasn't just Amanai Riko who died that day, amidst the cheers and delighted cries of the insane. And Utahime was going to learn, first hand, the consequences of her own death.

from you to me by onewordmore

A drabble series regarding Gojo and Utahime. From fluff to smut to angst to love. This is going to have it all.

oneshots

oceansize by aerfei

The marriage is arranged by their families, small clans both, with all their hopes and traditions laid gently upon the shoulders of their only heirs -- and yet, this distance is impassable.

under the cover of darkness by ohmytheon

It takes a little alcohol, early morning hours, and a game of truth or dare for Gojo and Utahime to admit some difficult truths to each other.

risk/reward by ohmytheon 

No punishment had ever been more effective in making Gojo do his actual job than receiving praise from his secretary - or more grueling than when Utahime withheld it.

like a good roommate by ohmytheon

Utahime has a problem: her bed wasn't delivered to the new apartment. Her ridiculous roommate, Gojo, has a solution - but he's kind of panicking on the inside.

aware of us by halspur 

“We did alright, didn’t we?” Gojo put his phone down after taking several dozen photos of Tsumiki walking across the stage, his eyes soft. “I mean, we were just kids, too.”

love song by halspur

“Because you’re weak.” Gojo said, muffled into the thin skin of her throat. “I can’t leave you alone.”

tear you apart by halspur

“I don’t want to be mean to you,” Utahime’s cheek was pressed into his spine, her voice muffled. “I like you.”

cuddles are for clean boyfriends by just_trying_my_best_everyday

Utahime finds Gojo Satoru sitting right behind the door, blindfold hanging on his neck, completely soaked in blood and petting her cat with both hands. And he stinks.

honey by florieneofthesea

Gojo Satoru experiences love a decade before he fully realises it.

roots by florieneofthesea 

At the start of winter, Utahime starts to cough up blood. She thinks maybe its just the lingering damage from her last mission, but the coughing persists and it starts to scratch her throat, and itch at her lungs and when she finally makes the trip to Tokyo to ask Shoko for her help, she doesn't even get the first word out. Shoko welcomes her at the entrance to Tokyo Metropolitan Technical School and Utahime hacks up a single, pale blue petal, smattered with blood. She stares down at the flora on the ground and wonders if she's been cursed. Utahime looks up, and Shoko's eyes are wide.

to have and to hold by ashittywriter

“M’sorry," Gojo said his voice slurring at the end. "But please go away, I have a girlfriend." Utahime blinked in confusion. What the fuck? 

souvenir by PrettyKittyLuvsU

“Aha!” Gojo tugged something out of his pocket, his long fingers curled around it as he held his hand behind his back. His other hand waved before him, a cheeky grin splitting his lips. “Ora, ora! Hold out your hand.” Utahime stared flatly. “Ora, ora!” Gojo persisted, continuing to wave his hand as he grinned. “Hold out your hand already!” Utahime scowled at the hand swaying infront of her face. She had half a mind to slap the man instead, but her students were closely watching. Even Gojo’s students, the second years mainly—for Sukuna’s vessel was apologizing profusely as the brown haired girl continued kicking him while the quiet one made no effort to stop her— looked in fascination at whatever ridiculous souvenir Gojo wanted to hand her. Utahime slowly lifted her arm, already planning on throwing the thing back in Gojo’s annoying face. Gojo gets Utahime a very special kind of souvenir. Set during the start of the Goodwill arc.

dayum this exposes me huh? i do be reading a lot but what can i say i love to see it. all these fics are amazing, to the writers y’all are doing fantastically like my goodness you be really putting ya girl in a loop with some of these fics with your plot-lines and doing it flawlessly. can’t thank them enough for them, their hard work and time!

be sure to show the writers some love and support with comments, bookmarks and fight that dayum kudos button when it smiles at you because lemme leave more—

i think they’d really really appreciate it when they hear the bing and be sure to check out all of their stories including the ones in the pairing tag! happy readings 😙✨

[sirthisisa-wendys]

I always have this thought.. quite explicit actually. It’s both Gojo and Geto having feeling for s/o and they railed s/o at the same time… front and behind >\\\<

YES AND-

Independent Study Part 3: Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.1k

tw: NSFW

Masterlist

"Don't cry," Geto whispers, wiping at your tears as Gojo kisses up your neck. "I know it's been a long day."

"Should start with the dean and show him what for," Gojo hisses, hands traveling down your hips. "He shouldn't have yelled at you."

You hold back a moan as the two men whisper comforting words to you. You had come to them to relieve some stress and possibly knock out trials fifteen and sixteen, but they had noticed your crestfallen expression immediately and instead cradled you with hugs and kisses.

Over the span of the few months of being between the two of them, you had experienced much more sexual freedom and passion than you had in the previous years combined. But you always kept a respectful distance until...

"Y/n, we want to know if you'd be willing to have an open relationship with us."

You had agreed with trepidation, but things had mostly remained the same. You never fucked Geto without Gojo, and vice versa. But they also took you out to expensive experiences you never thought you'd be able to afford on a professor's budget. And for all of this, you were eternally grateful.

"Come on, y/n," Geto murmurs into your ear. "We'll take good care of you." When they sit you on the bed, you shudder, feeling the weight of the world slip from your shoulders. Geto climbs into the bed behind you and strokes your shoulders, kissing them lightly, while Gojo peels your underwear off from underneath your sundress. Sounds of kissing echo in the small bedroom, and Gojo takes his time getting closer to your core, littering kisses up and down your thighs like an attentive lover.

"Tell me what you want," the white-haired man says. "Tell me how you want it. I'll give you whatever you need."

"I need you both," you reply, one hand grabbing Suguru's and the other cradling Gojo's head. "I just want to forget about today."

"I hear you." The ice-blue eyes you've grown to adore dip below your dress and disappear entirely. You feel his hot tongue on your core moments later, and you toss your head back onto Geto's shoulder, letting out a sigh.

"Tell him how it feels," Geto encourages you, and you groan, tangling your fingers in the white tendrils of hair still visible to you. Geto slips the straps off of your dress and your nipples pebble up in the chill of the cold air before they're captured between his thumb and forefingers. Combined with the feelings and sharp movements of Gojo's tongue, you gasp, wondering what else could bring you such pleasure.

Nothing.

Geto presses his lips to yours and kisses you deeply, swiping his tongue over yours and relishing in your taste. You kiss him with fervor, then pull back when Gojo flicks at your clit without stopping.

"Gojo," you hum, and he answers you by pushing your dress up and looking you in the eye. "Please, fuck me." The grad student smiles, giving your cunt one last kiss before sliding his pants down and revealing his cock. He runs his length up and down your slit, then settles in and pushes into you easily. You both exhale shakily, and Geto pulls your dress off as Gojo fucks you slowly.

"Always so slick," he mutters, holding your hips and pressing against your cervix. "You're always ready for my cock, huh?"

"Yeah," you whine, and Geto laughs, taking his clothes off and dropping them in a pile at the foot of the bed. "Feels so fucking good."

"It better," Geto mumbles, then climbs into the bed again, pumping his cock slowly. "Satoru better not be selfish with that pussy, either."

"No, sir," Gojo replies, pulling out of you. "I would never withhold a willing and dripping cunt from my best friend." Geto flips you over onto his waist and slides in, hissing loudly.

"Shit, you're tight as fuck, y/n."

"Mind if I squeeze in?" Gojo wonders and your head pops up, eyeing the man carefully. "I could always slide in that pretty ass if you wanted something else."

"Go for it," you drawl, and Geto spreads your asscheeks with his massive hands, waiting for Satoru to squeeze into the small space between his cock and your pussy. It takes a few tries, but Satoru slides his cock into you on the fourth try, stretching you wider than you ever thought possible.

"Oh my god..." he breathes shakily. Geto groans, and you keen, both men moving inside of you with a calculated slowness. One thrusts in while another pulls out, stroking your walls and delivering aftershocks of pleasure. "I can feel our cocks rubbing together, Su."

"Shit..." Suguru moans, closing his eyes. "How long d'you think you'll last?"

"Not sure," Gojo mumbles. Geto jerks his hips up repeatedly, and Gojo cries out, holding your shoulders for leverage. You grip the bedsheets for stability, an orgasm building incredibly fast.

"Fuck," you growl. Gojo speeds up as well, and both men stimulate you beyond what you thought possible, skin slapping and moans coming together in some sort of sensual tune. "Fuck!" The seams of the world rip apart, and you lose yourself, shaking between the two men without a care in the world. "Ge...to..." you grind out, eyes rolling back into your head as they continue to fuck you. When they don't stop after you've cum, you switch into a mode you've only been in a few times before: overstimulated and needing one more good push until you begin to orgasm again.

"Geto, I'm going to cum," Gojo pants.

"Not in her pussy; you know the rules," Geto responds. "Pull out and cum in her ass."

Gojo swiftly pulls out and waits for a moment to readjust and put himself inside of your ass. It takes him a while, with his shaking hands and attempting to prevent accidentally cumming too soon. But when he slides himself inside, lubed by your slick, you groan loudly, feeling every inch of him slip past your sphincter. That's all you need to tip over the edge again, both of your holes vibrating around the thick cock inside of you.

"Please," you hiss, gripping Geto's shoulders roughly and digging your nails into his skin.

"Not gonna last long," Gojo exhales, then begins his strokes.

"Fine... by me," you pant, Geto and Gojo moving in tandem. Gojo cums first, growling as he lets loose and fills your ass with a massive load. Geto cums right behind him, filling your cunt with cum as well. When the two men stop, you feel your holes leaking cum, and both of them lay on the bed, exhausted.

"Feel any better?" Gojo whispers, his cock going soft on his stomach.

"Much better," you reply, and Geto smiles, leaning in for a kiss on your lips and then running a hand over your ass.

"Let's get you cleaned up before dinner. I hear the restaurant we're going to has a great dessert menu."

[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

hello! can i request a scenario for gojo x reader ex to lovers? reader is a jujutsu sorcerer as well. both reader and gojo dated back in highschool but broke up afterwards. (cause of breakup is ur choice) but then they got reunited yrs after when they got paired for a mission, maybe angst to fluff? thank youuu! 🥺❤️

"Well, if it isn't (L/N). Long time no see."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, not needing to turn around to recognize who it is. You knew that voice very well. The voice of your former highschool love, Gojou Satoru.

You don't respond to him, instead choosing to face the abandoned hospital which resided the curse you were both tasked to exorcise. You couldn't fathom what the higher ups were thinking, pairing you up with him. He could of very well handled the curse on his own. Maybe the higher ups just wanted to make your life harder than it already is.

"Not even an acknowledgement?" Cold~" As Gojou comes to stand beside you. "Let's just get this mission over with." You say to him, as you entered the hospitalーnot bothering to wait up for him. "Hey, wait up!" Gojou jogs to walk beside you, matching his pace with yours. "You've look different, (L/N) in a good way of course." "And you took up to wearing an ugly blindfold, but I'm not here to catch up with you. Let's search the hospital, I'll start up going down. You do the opposite." As you walked towards the staircase leading up to the upper floors, Gojou stares at your disappearing figure with a sighーdoing as he was told.

"Satoru~!" You wave your hands as you beckon him to you. Gojou who was walking with Geto, perked at the sound of your voice and ran towards you engulfing you in a huge hug leaving behind an amused Geto. "I missed you, (Y/N)~!" He exclaims as he nuzzles his face against yours. You coo against the feeling of his warm face against yours.

You slashed the last cursed spirit, finally clearing the upper levels of the cursed spirits. You wondered how Gojou was doing. "He's probably done and left" You thought to yourself, as a sigh escapes your lips, your heart aching at the thought. He looked just as handsome as he was years ago and you couldn't stop the butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the sight of him. You push that thought away you decend the down the stairs. However, what you failed to notice was a special grade cursed spirit lurking behind. As you're almost at the entrance of the hospital, a long tentacle wraps around your leg slamming against the concrete walls. You feel your breath knocked out of you as your eyes widen at the cursed spirit. "I couldn't sense it's presence at all..!" As tried to recover from the blow, but before you could even make a move, the cursed spirit continued to throw you around like a rag doll. No wonder the higher ups sent the both of you on this mission, you thought bitterlyーfeeling your consciousness slowing fading away, you body giving up due to the excruciating pain. "Satoru.." you whisper, feeling the spirit dragging your bruised body towards it's mouth...

"Satoru, what do you mean..?" You whisper, your head unable to register the words your lover uttered. "I'm sorry (Y/N), but it's better off if we're separated" as Gojou turns his back on you, unable to look at your sorrowful face. "No, you can't just leave me like this Satoru!" You run grabbing the hem of his uniform, making Gojou halt in his steps. "I'm sorry (Y/N)" as he harshly brushed your hand away from his arm. Walking away from your stunned figure. You could feel your eyes water as your heart breaks into a million pieces watching him walk away from you. Your whole world collapsing in front of you....

"(Y/N)!" You broke from your trace seeing a blurry figure stand a couple meters away from you. Gojou quickly warps behind the cursed spirit as he smashes the spirit against the wall. You could feel the tentacle lose it's grip on your leg. Your body finally giving up, you lose unconscious as the lasy sight you see was Gojou ripping the head of the cursed spirit off.

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You feel your conciousness again, as you bleary blink open your eyes against the harsh light. A white hospital room ceiling was the first sight you registered. You tried to sit up, but a tremendous pains shoots up, making you grimace but lie back down on the bed. You could see bandages wrapped your arms but you did not expect to see your bandaged hand engulfed in the hand of Gojou Satoru. He breathes slowly as he rests head in his arms while holding your hand, he was asleep. You froze not wanting to wake him up. As you continue to stare at him you feel a few tears well up in your eyes. Then a small smile graces your face as you tighten your hold against his hand.

[krxideprnz-archive]

Omg yay!! Thank youuu! I’ve been dying for some hot Geto fics hahaha

How about one where he swallowed a cursed spirit thinking it has unique abilities and although it does, he was left with some side effects and reader is there to help (winks) pls pls pls have the reader peg him too 🥺

(On a side note I was about to request for student Geto since he’s cuter back then but i stopped myself cuz is he even of legal age aaaahhhhh 🙉🙉🙉

Ahhh I hope I didn’t make him too ooc 😭😭 I really hope I did him justice 🙏

Thank you for requesting again! 💕 I appreciate it a lot!

Sub! Geto x Dom! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes- pegging/orgasm denial

You noticed something was off when Geto walked through your front door, no kiss, no hug. He didn’t even look at you.

He instantly excused himself and went in the bathroom.

You didn’t think much of it at first and went on with your usual tasks like you normally would.

That was until you started to wonder where he was, after all he was still in the bathroom and he didn’t come out until now.

You knocked on the bathroom door.

“Geto? Are you okay?”

As soon as you said that, you heard the bathroom door unlock, and Geto soon opened the door, and you could swear you saw a blush on his face, and your mind started to flood with questions.

What was he doing in there? What was he hiding from you?

After he pressed a kiss to your lips, he finally spoke up

“Hey (Y/N). Sorry I didn’t even say hello to you before”

You only shook your head with a small smile and grabbed his hand.

“It’s not a big deal. Come on, let’s talk in the living room” he followed you through your shared home and sat down next to you on the couch.

You asked him how his last week was, after all you were curious about the mission he was on, last time you heard from him was over the phone a few days ago, and you really wanted to know about what happened.

He started to speak about this one curse that he consumed, a curse with unique abilities that made him stronger, and you smiled when he said he was able to consume it without many problems.

“Without many problems? We’re there any?”

You noticed he was acting a little weird, he was trailing of a lot and he didn’t look into your eyes when he talked, he always avoided your questioning look.

“Only some small ones.. nothing to worry about, really”

You decided to not question Geto any further and shrugged.

“I’m glad everything went well, babe”

Placing yourself on his lap you pressed a kiss on his forehead, happy to finally be reunited with your partner.

But you still felt like something was off.

You felt something poke near your inner thigh, but you decided to act oblivious, standing up and walking to the kitchen to prepare food for the both of you.

He had his days where he would get riled up rather quickly, and he was away for a week, but you still wondered what tea happened while he was away.

Geto was much more affectionate than he usually was, he was constantly clinging to your body, kissing your face and occasionally touching and caressing your hips and thighs.

You often heard him whimper in your ear when you brushed up against him.

After a while, you decided to ask him about it.

“What has gotten into you today? You’re usually more hesitant when you need to be fucked”

Your statement made him stop for a second before burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent.

You let out a laugh and continued speaking.

“Geto, sweetheart, look at me”

He lifted his head from your shoulder and you turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He waited for your instructions, like he always did when he was in the mood, always perfectly obedient for you.

“What did you really do in the bathroom? What happened?”

His eyes widened and a barely noticeable blush crept onto his pale cheeks.

“I only-“

“Tell me the truth, Geto” you glared at him, face moving closer to his, observing his nervous features.

“There were some side effects... from swallowing the curse”

A grin started to form on your lips, so he was hiding something from you.

“Oh~? And what might that be?”

He swallowed hard, he knew that you were gonna ask him further, he should’ve known you’d figure it out sooner or later.

“It acted kind of like an aphrodisiac,okay?” he stated, eyes looking everywhere but you.

A few seconds of silence filled the room.

Geto was about to say something when you started to speak.

“Geto, you could’ve just told me” you brushed your hand through his soft hair.

“I would’ve helped you right away~ but since you’ve been keeping secrets from me... I guess I’ll be a little harsher on you~”

-

“Ah! Ahh! Fuck, (Y/N)!” Another harsh thrust made the headboard of your bed hit the wall.

Geto was on all fours, you were placed behind him, continuously thrusting your strap on into his tight hole.

His eyes were rolled back and tears stained his pale face.

He was denied yet another orgasm by the cock ring that was secured tight around his length.

“Oh Baby... look at you, you should’ve just told me from the start~” you cooed, punctuating your words with your fast thrusts, hitting his prostate in a way that made him see stars.

He was a mess under you, he had to admit that he loved the way you were manhandling him so roughly.

A whimper left Getos lips before he spoke.

“Please...(Y/N).. I-“ he pressed his face into the pillow underneath him, muffling his drawn out moan.

“What? Are you gonna be good now?”

He nodded without hesitating, his head moving to the side, giving you a good view of his pleasured expression.

“Im gonna- be g-good! I promise- (Y/N)~!!”

You grabbed his cock, removing the ring from his aching length.

Geto let out a pained whine when you pulled out of his red hole.

“Shh... I want you to prove you’re gonna be good now” you turned around, lying on your back.

“Pleasure yourself on this strap, show me how bad you need it, Geto”

With shaking arms, he lifted himself up, rolling over to place his body on top of yours.

He looked at you, waiting for your permission to move.

You encouraged him to go on, and he lowered himself into the strap, lips parting to let out a satisfied moan.

He started to bounce up and down, the dildo stretching hitting his most sensitive places with each thrust.

You gripped his hips, adding some extra speed to his staggering movements.

“Hngh!! so- good...” he sighed, eyes rolling back at the pleasure he was feeling.

A drawn out moan left his lips when he felt your mouth lick over his perked up nipples, kissing and sucking the sensitive flesh.

His hands moved to grab your shoulders, leaving reddened marks of his nails digging into your skin, but you didn’t care.

Not when Geto was currently completely loosing himself in the intense pleasure he was experiencing with that adorable expression on his face.

Spurts of warm cum hit your stomach when he released with a string of high pitched moans.

Geto collapsed on your body, exhausted from the pleasuring orgasm he just experienced.

“Are you feeling better now, sweetheart?” you asked, untangling his now messy hair.

He only hummed, to tired to answer properly and he just pressed his face into your chest before falling asleep.

[21u004]

fools / gojo satoru / april 9th, 2021

“what do you—what do you mean by that?” satoru asks you, hoping that he didn’t hear you right.

by now, his head is empty and all he’s thinking about is your words, silently praying that if he did hear you correctly, you’ll smile right after, laugh, give him a hug and an apology with how you’re just kidding.

but with the way you look at him, it’s slowly starting to feel real.

(it is real.)

he’s slowly starting to get convinced you’re serious, and he despises it.

(he won’t accept it.)

(he doesn’t want to.)

(he has to.)

“satoru,” you call, hands in cold sweat folded on your torso, trying to stop yourself from shaking and breaking in front of him. “you know what i mean,” you say, in an as a matter of fact tone.

he does nothing but shake his head. at an attempt of comforting himself, he assumes that he’s just really tired and a little dizzy that he’s beginning to mix up your words. it’s late at night after all. he knows it’s pathetic of him, but he does it anyway.

you really can’t be serious about this, he thinks to himself.

“hey, hey, all of this is—” he stutters, shaking as he steps closer to you. “—all of this isn’t real, right? you’re just trying to get back at me for all the time i’ve teased you, aren’t you?”

he forces a smile, but it’s quick to go away when he sees nothing but honest eyes.

satoru thinks you look wonderful even if you’re tired. your face, illuminated by the white light above you, the bags under your eyes obvious.

(yeah, you’re still stunning.)

the warmth in your eyes are gone when he looks in them. looking at you makes him feel chilly. it’s probably the lighting. hopefully.

hopefully it is, because he doesn’t want to look at you and hurt.

with the way your eyes blink slowly, he’s sure you want to sleep. still, he doesn’t ask you to rest and talk this with you tomorrow because he knows you won’t let him. it was now or never.

nothing’s changed in him, and the same goes for you. you’re both the same people as you were years before, still running away from reality.

“we don’t have to make this any harder for us,” it’s hard trying to keep your hands to yourself with the way he’s so close to you, tightly gripping your arms, kiss his lids, the gloss in his eyes tempting you to take his face in your hands, and wipe them away like every other time he’s had too much on his shoulder that he breaks down and bursts in front of you.

“why?” he frowns, because the least you could do was tell him why you’ve come to this decision, so that he can be better for you.

he can try to be for the next time you’re back.

(if you will ever be back.)

he pleads, because he doesn’t want to lose you.

he can lose anything but you.

unable to look at him in the eye when all you see is them shining under the cold light of the lamp nearby, and not in a good way like four years ago, you close your eyes.

(it’s been so long.)

but even if you do, there’s no denying that the reality still lies in front of you, and that you have to deal with it. there’s no running away this time. it’s what led to this in the first place.

you coudn’t lie to him, and even if you could, that’d be too cruel for either of you. it’ll just end up on your list of things that keep you awake at night, and probably his too.

“we’re getting nowhere, satoru,” you sigh gloomily.

satoru’s always been one to fix problems fast, but that’s only with his job. there’s so much he’s confronted already, but he always finds himself hiding from and ignoring the ones with you.

it scares him—facing them—because his thoughts consume him and tell him that it’d lead to this. unfortunately, the other happens instead.

again, he feels pathetic.

“i’m asking you, what does that mean? do you—do you want to go somewhere? maybe you want to—”

“i want someone to grow with.”

his brows crease, eyes narrowing at you. “am i not someone you want to grow with?”

“satoru, no, that’s not what i meant,” you wince at his misunderstanding, “i just—i want to, you know. i want it to be you. so bad. but it’s not—we’re still in the same place we were back then.

"you’re still a child, and so am i. everyone’s moving on and we’re still at square one because—”

“who cares if we’re still at the start? this isn’t a race!” he retaliates, every single word carrying his frustrations he’s tried so hard not to burden you with.

“we can’t act like kids forever! we’re adults! you’re still in denial, and so am i!” you retort, having had enough of him. “we’re not improving or growing up!”

“so what if we’re not?” he fumed, flailing his hands in the air. “let them hate us! let them love us! who cares what they say? we have each other, don’t we?”

clenching your fist, it takes a whole lot of self-restraint not to punch his guts with how his words come out mindlessly. “‘we have each other’? are you hearing yourself? you’re not even here when i need you! but i am when you need me!

"and this isn’t about anyone else, so quit trying to drag other people into this! it’s not about a matter of being loved or hated, it’s about us actually getting somewhere and becoming better people!”

he scoffs, “oh, quit it with that righteousness stuff! it makes me sick! and you know why i’m not here when you need me? because i’m busy and you don’t even bother to tell me how you’re feeling! you make it like it’s some guessing game!”

“busy? made you guess?” you ask, incredulous. “you never paid attention to me in the first place! i’ve always reached out to you, but you’re always in your own world, arrogant and full of pride and forget that i’m even here! you don’t even ask about me at all either!”

“oh, so i’m arrogant and full of pride?” he points to himself in disbelief. “i never ask about how you feel? you don’t even tell me when i do ask! what’s the point of trying if there’s nothing i gain from it!”

“you’re unbelievable! and you– you– this is, this is what i mean! we’re still acting like children—you’re acting like a child!” you cry out, your throat feeling sore and scratchy from the yelling.

“there’s so much,” you take pauses in between your words, letting yourself breathe. “there’s so much more to us than what we are now, but we’re still the same because—” you stop midsentence, hesitant to say the words since it contains the truth and you two have always run away from that.

“because what?” his voice is much gentler and softer now, mellow and calm.

you swallow the lump in your throat. “because we’re scared.”

when he opens his mouth to talk, you’re already shaking your head no, exhausted and panting, despite being unaware of what he wants to ask before he even gets to make up his mind to find the right words for his questions and sentences.

don’t let him say anything.

just let him stay quiet and keep the peace.

maybe then you could both pretend that nothing’s happening. that there’s no problem at all.

so he lets the room wallow in silence.

he wraps both his arms around you, and rests his head on your chest.

your heartbeat rings his ear, and it’s still racing.

he feels his tears soak up your clothes before he even knows he’s sobbing.

satoru was insufferable himself, and so was seeing him cry. as a try at comforting him, your fingers run through his hair gently.

he’s always found it relaxing whenever you do that; it lulls him to sleep whenever he comes home restless, reminding him of the times you stayed awake until past midnight for him, telling him that there was good in this relationship.

but right now, it doesn’t help him calm down. he presses his face harder into your shoulder to muffle his cries yet they still resonate vaguely in the room, while a hand of his holds yours on his hair, steady and begging you not to remove it.

nothing about this was calming; the silence was only letting the tension build up, the stillness of the room stood as a reminder that there was no life to it already, and even more so by tomorrow.

the more that he thought of it—of how this was going to be the last time you’re ever going to do this—the more he feels himself going insane.

the night feels colder the deeper it gets, and you can’t let go even if you desperately want to.

it was presumably just the air conditioning. nonetheless, satoru doesn’t even feel warm to you at all. he doesn’t bring you the same relief as the beginning of this relationship of climactic events because satoru’s always been one to be big about things.

the sky in his eyes rain, pouring harder by the minute, pooling at your clothes and flooding on the floor.

if you stay longer, then you’re more likely to be convinced that you’ll be okay even if you’re going to be staying at the same place, regardless of how you’re conscious of the regret it’ll bring later. that as long as satoru’s here, then you’ll be okay, but you can’t be dependent on him.

how were you going to be, when even just a glimpse of him already feels so heavy?

“let go, please,” you whisper, only to feel his arms around you tighten. “gojo, let go of me.”

satoru has no idea how much damage he’s done until his name leaves your lips. what’s done is done, and no amount of regret will take it back.

he pauses, eyes widening at you, only to have them close again and shed even more tears.

“please, stay.”

he doesn’t care how desperate he seems, because he just doesn’t want to lose you.

he can lose anything but you.

but alas, your choices go against his wants, and he can’t always have what he wants.

it doesn’t seem like it to satoru, but he’s just as dependent on you as you were on him, and hopefully he learns that later on as you did yet kept to yourself way too long ago.

so he does as you say, because he’s doing what he wasn’t supposed to do: pull you back.

he caves in and presses your lips against him one last time, passionless and salty, a short sincere apology and wish that you find each other again.

the next day, he wakes up alone with sore eyes, a text on his phone.

geto suguru

how was the proposal?

[physicalturian]

Love me in silence - Nanami Kento X Reader

Request from @geto-sugurus-bae “Hi, may I request Nanami baking with his s/o and afterwards they kiss n cuddle and enjoy the sweets they made together🥺? Thank youu and have an amazing day/night”

Words: 2712 Warning: none, just fluff. It’s spoiler free of the anime and of the manga

Nanami was not one to display his affection very much, at least not verbally. The way he showed his love was by spending quality time with me, some gentle touches here and there and letting me hold him close while he was reading. It was always funny how even at home he would wear his dress shirts and suit pants, the only thing changing from his usual outfit being the lack of tie and vest, and the presence of slippers at his feet.

 Being with him meant getting up early every day, like clockwork, to have a productive day. Fortunately, those productive day could include relaxing time spend with one other, not just working. Today was one of those days, it was still pretty early, around 10 am. We had gotten up a few hours ago, and had done most the things we had planned for the day which left us with a free day. For Nanami it meant sitting on the couch, a book in hands and no noise around us. For me, it was putting a pillow on his lap and laying down while scrolling on my phone, and that’s how we liked it.

 His hands would sometimes tentatively brush against my back, graze it would be more adequate, before pulling away. I would reach behind my back and put his hand back on it, telling to continue. With a chuckle, he’d do, his slender yet rough hand slipping under my shirt to connect our skin in that one intimate moment. My eyes would slowly close, but I would open them right up and keep reading on my phone. I have to do something, if I stay like this, I’ll fall asleep, I thought desperately. Turning around so that I was not on my side, but on my back, I looked up at my partner and smiled lazily. “Want to do something?” I asked.

Humming, he closed his book and removed his glasses to look at me curiously, “What do you have in mind?” Hissing, I dropped my phone on my stomach and covered my face, thinking. “I don’t know, something, anything- let’s make food, I’m feeling a little peckish.” I wondered out loud, thinking of what we could do. Then it struck me, “Let’s- let’s bake something, biscuits! That’s easy right, we can do that.” Chuckling he pulled my hands away from my face and smiled slightly, “I’m sure we could do anything, we just need a recipe.” “Right, that- I can find that.” Sitting up quickly, my phone dropped on my lap and I quickly looked up recipes. I could feel Kento’s presence over my shoulder as he read with me.

 Finding one that was interesting, I moved my phone a bit to the right and said, “This one looks nice, fast too-“ “You can’t really go wrong with cookies, you’re right. Let’s do that.” Moving the pillow from his lap, the blond man then put the book down and put his reading glasses back on. Just like that, we had our activity for the rest of the morning, we moved to the kitchen without wasting time and grabbed all the necessary ingredients. “Okay! First, we need the flour and the bowl-“ “No, first you step back,” I did, then I saw a fabric appear in front of me, and realized he was putting an apron on me, before tying it behind my back. “Now we can start, what does it say?”

 Then we started prepping the dough, I loved seeing him with his sleeves rolled up, focused. I’m not saying I’m dating him for how hot he looked no matter what he did, but it played a part of it. That, and other things. Since he let me put food dye in my part of the batter, although the idea ticked him off slightly, we both had to mix things in different bowls. “Love, how much dye do you think is too much?” I asked with the little tube of red dye in hand; Looking up from his fervent mixing, a wild strand of hair coming off from his neatly slicked back hair. “How much did you put?” He then sighed my name, his hand open in front of me, silently asking me to give him the tube.

 “It’s empty.”  He stated, his eyes moving from the empty little plastic bottle to me, “It is, yes.” “Show me your hands…” he asked as he put the tube down, hand still held out. “It’s just food dye, it’ll come off, but it wouldn’t open at first- so I had to force it, then it just popped open…” A faint smile drew itself on his lips as he moved around the island and looked at my palms that seemed more reddish than usual. “We’ll scrub it off later-“ Looking over at my mixing bowl he gave a silent reaction at the awful color the batter had. I waited a bit for him to say something, but he just let go of my hands and moved back to his batter, chuckling. “Hey, hey, the taste is what matters, right? Food dye is tasteless, so we’re good.” “You’re right, but they’ll definitely look awful.” Laughing it off, we both mixed it some more until it looked like the right consistency.

 Placing both my palms on the island, I pointed at him excitedly. “This is the best part, first we need the cooking plate and baking paper.” Nodding, he took everything and placed it down where there was free space, then started cleaning everything that was not used. I waited until he was done cleaning and was now standing there with a towel in hand as he dried the utensils. “Step one, we taste the batter-“ “No, you’ll get sick. I don’t want to be taking care of you just because you tasted raw dough.” He explained as he set down everything and shuffled next to me.

 “Plus, I’m sure you’ll get all kinds of diseases with that weird looking batter.” He stated with a huffed laugh, I took it at heart jokingly and nudged his side playfully, “It’s not that bad, you just took the safe road. I took the creative one!” “Right…” He paused before continuing, his gruffy voice reaching my ears like a melody. “What’s next?-“ “You put your hands in the batter, and you make small balls and set them on the paper.” I interrupted him and was about to dip my hands in the bowl when he grabbed my wrists, “No. Use spoons for that, your hands will get even more red if you do that.” Looking at him with a grin, I shrugged, “Yeah and?” “And you’re going to use spoons.” He opened the drawer right by his side and handed me two spoons, grabbing two for himself too.

 “Where’s the fun in that?” Observing his pretty face, I shook my head, “You’re lucky you’re cute, fine, I’ll use the spoons…” I sighed dramatically, looking at him with a twinkle in my eyes when he smiled to himself as he did as I instructed him. “I’ll use the spoons but you’ll owe me.” I said it as a matter of fact, the clank of the spoons hitting each other being the only thing we could hear apart from my voice. A smirk then adorned my partner’s features as he kept dropping batter on the paper, all the while looking at me curiously. “What would I owe you? Do use your fingers if you want, I suggested this for your own good. But you’re free to do as you please.” He teased.

 “Come on, I’m using them-“ I raised my hands to show him then dropped the final ball on the paper, “You’ll owe me a kiss, maybe two if I’m feeling greedy, or more…” I pondered as I put the spoon in my mouth and spoke, a bit unclearly, “I’m not decided yet-“ “Raw batter you brat, take this out of your mouth or I’ll do it myself.” While he was making it so that it seemed threatening, I knew he was kidding so I finished licking it quickly and put the spoon back in the empty mixing bowl. “I have no regrets, it was tasty.” I said proudly as I grabbed my dirty utensils and brought them to the sink that was right behind Kento.

 I heard him chuckle to himself while he finished off his own batter, and peeked over his shoulder curiously. “Why are you laughing?” I asked him, his only reply was to laugh more in his throat, the rumble-like sound being one of the other many reasons I was dating him. With one last stroke, he finished his cookie dough balls and turned around to face me, one of his slender cold hand grabbing my chin as he leaned in closer. “Stick your tongue out.” He ordered. I felt my face heat up at his words and did as he told me to do, earning me a beautiful smile from my lover before he kissed my forehead. “Your tongue is red, it’s cute but you look stupid.” With my tongue still out, I tried to look at it but only ended up crossing my eyes.

 Closing my mouth, I sighed, “You know what, it’s ok! It’s festive, it’s fun, we like some red.” I hummed in satisfaction as I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him there, my face against his back. Before I could say anything, I felt him turn around and place both his hands on either side of my face. “I know what you’re doing, you’re not getting away from it. Go wash your dishes.” I laughed and held him tighter, smiling, “It can wait, I like it here.” He rolled his eyes in response and pressed his hands on my cheeks, squishing them. “Now.”

 Pouting, I pulled myself off him, “Alright, but I think I’ll need a kiss to do that- for the moral, you know?” He smiled and leaned over, pressing his lips against mine softly. I liked all his kisses, those shared in heated passion were rougher and hungrier, but this one had some sweetness to it, it was warm, not hot. It was welcoming, it felt like home. After a moment he pulled away and pecked my lips once more before turning around and handing me his own mixing bowl and spoons. “I’ll put the dough in the oven, could you wash this?” Grabbing it from his hands, I chuckled, “Nice way to ruin the mood, I see that business comes first. I’m sad, but I’ll clean your stuff.” I said in fake sadness.

 It earned me another chuckle from the sorcerer as he put on gloves and slid the plates inside the pre-heated oven. “Business was to make cookies, and you create the devil’s food, love. I think we’re past business.” “Oh shut up, they won’t end up that bad. If they end up looking good, you’ll-“ “If they don’t end up well, you’ll do whatever I ask you to do for the rest of the day.” Putting everything down, I turned quickly and looked at him with a huge smile, “That’s super cocky! Same goes to you, because they’ll end up great. So, you’ll be my butler for the day.” We then shook hands on it and spent some time talking while waiting for the cookies to bake.

 During the ten minutes of waiting, Kento disappeared a bit but returned right on time when it was done baking, they seemed good…ish… Some of them looked good, and mine were not part of the good batch. When Kento took them out of the oven and set the tray on the island, he did not say anything. He kept quiet. Very quiet. But there was the ghost of a smile on his lips, and just from that I knew he was proud. Taking off his glasses, he cleaned them with his shirt and put them back on, “That’s what I thought, it still looks like shit.” He stated while looking at my cookies. “They’ll taste just fine, I’m sure.” I was about to grab one of my cookies but he stopped me with the spatula he was about to use. “Careful, it’s hot.” “It’s okay, it had time to cool down-“ I was wrong. When I picked it up, sure it was not so hot, but I grazed my finger against the tray. The peeping hot tray.

 But I ignored it. Instead, I took a bite, and it was good. With crumbs in my mouth, I said so out loud, while switching to holding the cookie with my other hand. “It’s actually very good-“ “Good enough for you to ignore the pain in your finger?” He asked knowingly as he grabbed a towel and wetted it before putting it over my finger without saying any more. “I’ll remove them from the tray, wait a bit more.” “Right… I was a bit too excited.”

 It’s only when he moved them to a proper plate that Kento tasted the cookies himself. “It’s good.” “Yeah it is! We did an awesome job-“ “But yours are ugly, so you know what’s coming.” Huffing, I split the one I had in my hand and handed him half, he seemed reluctant in eating it until I asked him nicely. So, he opened his mouth and I fed him. “They might not look great, but they’re actually nice, and now your tongue will also be red. I’m ready for my punishment of making ugly cookies.” I said playfully as I finished mine with a smile. I knew he wouldn’t do anything extreme; I could tell he was in a low-energy mood and was not up to do much.

 “Let’s go back to the couch, and you’ll feed me while I read.” He said with the plate in hand and a bottle of water in the other, I stood there in surprise and slowly smiled. “That’s no punishment, you know I love looking at you! Come on, let’s go.” I remarked while taking the plate from his hands. Before we could reach the couch, he grabbed the plate from my hands once more and set it on the low table. “Change of plans.” He then wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder before pulling me down on the couch, it felt a lot warmer than before, that’s when I realized he had lit a fire.

 Now both sitting on the couch, it was not the most comfortable so I shuffled a bit to make it more so, but kept his arms around my waist. “Stop moving and lay down with me.” He told me in a grumpy voice as he lifted my legs while moving his, so that we were laying down. “Now, enjoy the fire.” I couldn’t help the huffed laugh that escaped my lips as I wrapped my arms around his stomach. “Is that, uh, is that my punishment for making ugly cookies?” I asked while lifting my head to look at him. I felt him lift me higher so that he could reach my face and could feel his breathing against my neck.

 With a groggy voice he put his hand behind my head and held me against him, “Your punishment is to love me, in silence.” His hands, that were rubbing my back gently, were slowing down. Looking up once more, I took his glasses from his nose and set them down before laying back with him. “I can definitely do that, what more can we ask but to spend time relaxing with each other?-“ “Silence, we can ask for silence.” He grumbled, frowning with his eyes closed. “Right,” I breathed out. “I love you,” I whispered as I placed a tender kiss on his cheek before resting my head back on his chest. Softly he replied with just as much love that he loved me too.

 Quality time, that’s what it was when time was spent with Nanami Kento, no matter what we did. Not once did I regret getting in a relationship with him, I was ready to spend many more years with him. I could spend my whole life in his arms, and I was planning to.

[ablackfangirlwrites]

Weak

A/n: so I've learned that my favorite gojou to write is tsundere gojou so this is the product of that and I caught up with the manga

Warning: blood mention, death mention

“I hate weak people, and you Y/n are weak,” Gojou spat those words to you while staring down at you with those piercing cold ocean eyes. He just saved you from a curse you had been fighting and failing to defeat.  You sat there helplessly and shivered at those callous words he spoke to you. 

“You don’t have to be so mean Gojou,” Suguru Getou said approaching you and reaching out a hand to help you up. “Y/n is strong in her own way,” he said with a smile. You hadn’t even noticed the darker man there, but you should have known better If Gojo was here Getou wasn’t far off.

You heard Gojo click his tongue as a response, But your eyes were now  fixed on the much kinder man, Suguru as he helped you, “Are you alright Y/n?” 

You nodded, “Yes thank you…” you said in a small voice, Ashamed that they had to rescue you on a mission that shouldn’t have been a problem. “I- I had it under control.”

“Of course that’s why we’re here,” Gojou said with an eye roll pushing past the two of you Gojou as he started to walk off making sure he brushed your shoulder aggressively, “Don’t baby her Getou.” 

“I’ve gotten a lot better Gojou!,” you yell out after him defending yourself. “I almost had it!” You hoped that would make him back down a bit, and kill some of the tension between you. But Gojou didn’t respond to you instead he continued to walk; heading back to jujitsu high and all that did was make you feel worse.  

 “You have Y/n,” Getou smiled patting you on your head to try and console you, “You’ve improved a lot, and if you keep taking on missions I don’t doubt that you’ll get even better.” 

“You’re better isn’t good enough,” Gojou said curtly.” His harsh words only hurt you more than any curse could and so you went into silence; biting your lip determined not to cry as the three of you continued to walk.

A few days had passed since that exchange between the two of you and things would have gone back into their same mundane routine.; like today,  It was a leisure day at the school and the two friends Gojou and Getou were sitting on the outside steps talking; when they noticed You walking by talking with Utahime. Seeing you reminded Suguru of a question he had been meaning to ask Gojou since the last time the three of you were together. 

“Why are you so harsh with her?” Suguru asked, his eyes never leaving you as you walked by.

Gojou’s eyes were also glued to you ask you went by with Utahime he shrugged, “She’s weak.” 

“She’s no worst than any other one of our classmates.” 

“I don’t like them very much either,” Gojou half heartily joked. 

Suguru laughed, “Yes, but your treatment of Y/n is just way harsher like you have a personal vendetta against her If I recall correctly the two of you used to be close?”

The two of them had a clear view of you as you now stood there with your friend talking.

Gojou sighed mentally pushing down the odd feeling he felt in his stomach whenever he saw you, “Things change.” 

-

“He’s staring at you,” Utahime said to you annoyance clearly in her voice.

You could feel his and Getou’s hard stares at you. No doubt they were talking about you. Probably discussing the failure that you were and how pathetic it was that they had to come and save you the other day, “He hates me,” you sigh. 

She was now glaring at the two, “Tch, so what if he does?” When she turned to face you she now held a softer expression, “That means you don’t have to deal with the jerk.” 

Sorrow was clear in your eyes, “You know why.” 

Those words made Utahime roll her eyes, “Right,” She said dryly, “I forgot about your old silly little crush.” 

“It’s not silly,” You told her with a matter-of-fact tone. It was true you had taken a liking to him after meeting him, much like many girls who saw him with the exception of Utahime of course. “It’s a logical reaction after seeing him and-and-It’s-It’s never gonna happen.” You stuttered, “Like I said he hates me.” 

The change in your tone made Iori feel a little sympathy towards you, “Hey, He doesn’t even deserve you anyway.” The two of you sat down at a nearby bench and continued to talk.

“It’s not about him deserving me,” you explained to her “He doesn’t even respect me as a sorcerer-hell he doesn’t even respect me as a person. He thinks I’m weak.”

“And that’s exactly why I say screw him,” She said going back in a plain voice, “Him and Geto are on another level, people like them will always think there better and the rest of us are weak.”

You knew her words rang true, The was definitely no way you or anyone you knew would ever get on the same level as Gojo, and it was pointless to try to. But that’s not really what was bothering you what bothered you were the words he spoke, That you were weak. 

You didn’t want to be weak not by his or anyone else standers. You wanted no needed to be a stronger sorcerer. 

“Hey there, Y/n and Iori! You looked up to see Shoko waving at you as she walked along the path with Gojou and Getou.

Iori immediately went to them hugging her and started talking abandoning you to walk with them. Getou waved your way, and you gave him a smile back. He was infinitely kinder than Gojo, but you couldn’t find yourself holding him up to the same regard as Gojo, after all even between those two Gojou still came on top, and he wasn’t the one who called you weak.

As you watched them pass by you caught eyes with Gojo making your smile wash away as he gave you an eye roll.

What did you do to him to make him hate you so much? It couldn’t just be because you were weaker than him. You won’t say the two of you were ever close, but there was a time that the two could have a friendly conversation and joke but then one day something changed and he started to despise you. 

You didn’t have a clue, but wanting nothing more than to just be acknowledged by him you decided you would focus harder on becoming a powerful sorcerer

-

Months had passed since that day, and as usual, Gojou kept his distance from you. All while you stayed focused and trained. And eventually, you did get stronger so much so that you were up for a promotion and would be going up to grade 1. 

You were excited. Which meant you had gotten stronger. You weren’t grade 1 yet, But this was your chance. you were close you could taste it, But what was really on your mind was now  Gojou was going to have to acknowledge you soon. 

He wouldn’t be able to call you weak. And he won’t hate you. And maybe just maybe things could go back to how they were.

“I heard you’ll be going on your solo Mission soon,” Someone spoke right as you had just left your dorm room. Making you jump.

You turned to the right to see it was none other than Gojou.

Shocked,  surprise, startled were words that could barely cover what you were feeling. This was the first time he spoke to you in months and it wasn’t an insult or reprimand. 

You coughed and nodded shyly, “Um, yes. I got a recommendation- And I’ve been going on missions, but next week I take on a grade one by myself.” 

Gojou peered over his sunglass looking at you. He was clearly studying over you but for what you weren’t exactly sure but he settled with a simple sentence “Take care then.” And just like that, he was gone. Leaving you totally confused. 

-

Uneasy, Nervous, on edge, those were just a few words that could describe the emotions going through Gojou’s head when he found out you’d be taking on a grade 1 curse.

You weren’t strong enough yet. If you were him and Geto wouldn’t have had to save you those months back. You were going to end up getting yourself killed. And the thought of that left dread in his mind. 

He might have treated you coldly, but that didn’t necessarily mean that’s how he truly felt about you. If he was honest he was crazy about you. And it was that reason why he pushed you away so hard. 

Because your fragileness scared him.

Gojou’s mind played back when everything had changed in your relationship. When the two of you were younger and much closer. You had simply fallen over injuring your hand and arm, it wasn’t anything major but you scrapped it. 

Gojou looked at the small amount of blood that was smeared on you.

He has always known your line of work was dangerous, but something about that moment registered in Gojo’s head as a tragedy. You were so fragile- so weak. A little fall and you were bleeding. And if a small fall could do this, what if you fell from somewhere higher? Or what if it was a curse? It was disgusting. He was disgusted with himself how could he be with someone so weak? Someone who could leave him destroyed if something happened to them?.  That’s how he determined that he couldn’t be with you. 

That was also when he decided he hated the weak. Especially you.

But those were just words. Words he thought would change his feeling towards you, but they didn’t. The only thing those words succeeded in was pushing you away. 

And now you were on a mission all alone, and he couldn’t save you this time. This time you had to be strong 

“Are you worried about Y/n?” Getou asked him. 

Gojou hadn’t realized he had been doing a lot of pacing since the moment he found out you left. Wondering how the mission was going for you.

“When you think about it,” Gojou continued, “You’re the one who really pushed her to get stronger. So if she dies it’s on you.” 

Getou had a smile in his voice, but  Gojou didn’t find his words amusing at all. He knew his friend was just attempting to rail him up to change his mind off you but this method we’re appreciated 

“What makes you think I’m thinking about Y/n and how her missions going,” Gojou scuffed. 

That only made Getou laugh, “Probably the fact that since you’ve found out about her grade q mission you’ve been unnaturally quiet.” 

Gojou rolled his eyes at him, “I’m not thinking about Y/n.”

Getou smiled at his friend knowing the truth, “Whatever you say.” 

-

You made it back from your solo mission it was considered a success. But that didn’t mean you weren’t left with a few injuries that left you in the doctor’s office. 

What didn’t expect to wake up in the doctor’s office yet here you were,. You had tried to playback the full events of the fight but you don’t remember the details only that  you had finished exorcising the curse 

You rubbed your eyes trying to adjust them to the light as you started to sit up. 

“So you’re finally up,” putting your hands down you saw it was Gojou.

Frowning you spoke up, “Gojou?” 

“You changed your hair.” He said paying with one of your box braids in between his long fingers.” 

“Yeah, I put them in right before I went on the mission.” 

“Oh,” And he went back into the silences as though he was thinking about something deeply.

He had been acting strangely before you had left and once again he was being strange now that you got back. Not wanting to be a rider on the ride that was Gojou Satoru you called out to him, “Gojo...Why are you here-” 

Before you could finish your question Gojou had moved closer to you moving his hand from your hair to your chin slightly lifting it making you stare into his azul eyes and he used this moment of distraction to take your lips in a soft kiss.

He pulled back much too quickly for your liking. Rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb deep in thought he stared at you,, “Gojo-” you started again.

“That’s your rewarded for not dying on me,” he smiled cutting you off before leaving you to wondering if there were any other meanings behind his words

[shenglingyuan]

title: the second chance we didn't ask for (ao3) pairing: gojo satoru/geto suguru both satoru and suguru are free from the prisons that bound them, but returning to life is another matter entirely.

The Zen’in estate boasts of its wide space and multiple residences, a feature Satoru is able to take advantage of. After being released from the Prison Realm with a death sentence hanging over his head, there really isn’t anywhere he can go. Suguru’s case is worse, of course, this death sentence is his second one. He might have been able to take back control of his body, but it doesn’t erase the crimes he and that ancient sorcerer did while residing inside him.

If it was up to Satoru, he wouldn’t drag Megumi into this any further. The boy — now the undisputed leader of the prominent Zen’in Clan — insisted, owing it to the fact that Satoru kept him and his sister under his care when they had no place to go to.

“Sorry for troubling you, Clan Leader Zen’in.”

“Please, Gojo-sensei, you should be the last person calling me that. Besides, I’m an accomplice anyway.” With the passing of the years came Megumi’s mastery of the Ten Shadows Technique, granting Satoru this freedom. “The last place they’d look for is their own backyard, won’t they?”

“That’s smart. Your teacher must be really great.”

Megumi ignores his lousy attempt at a façade and jabs directly at the issue at hand, “How is he?”

For a moment, Satoru’s shoulders seem to drop, but he immediately straightens up, as if that moment of small weakness was but an illusion.

“I don’t know, but I’m working on it. No worries, he’s no threat with me around.”

“I’m not worried about him.”

Time didn’t pass for Satoru inside the Prison Realm, but the world has moved on without waiting for him. He looks at Megumi without having to lower his gaze, smiles genuinely, and reaches out to ruffle the boy’s hair, “So responsible already. Don’t worry about me, either. I can handle this.”

-

Though the Zen’in estate is big, Satoru and Suguru had to reside in one of its smaller, unused quarters, leaving them with a small space with the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, and the bedroom altogether. At least, the bathroom was a separate structure on its own, albeit it’s not big enough for comfort. Satoru thinks this is still better than none, besides, with this arrangement, he can keep an eye on Suguru all the time.

Suguru isn’t too keen on the fact that he’s being guarded, but it’s not like he can put up a fight either way. That ancient sorcerer’s plan released all the curses he had so far collected and left him with very basic ones. He did try to resist before, almost at the cost of their small quarters, but without his previous arsenal, he isn’t much of a match for Satoru.

“Keeping me here is pointless.”

It was the first conversational sentence Suguru drops several days after they have settled in the Zen’in estate, spoken over a lukewarm cup of black coffee. The television blares unintelligibly on the corner, its volume never loud enough to be heard beyond the walls of their small room.

Satoru looks up from his own cup, just having dropped the fourth cube of sugar in it.

“The world is after my head,” Suguru adds.

“They are after me, too, don’t think you’re so special.”

“You’re a vital member of the Gojo clan… No matter how the higher-ups seem to hate you, if you just bring my head to them, they’ll have to forgive your previous offenses. There’s no use in keeping me here, I’m a criminal.”

“I need no forgiveness. Not from them.”

Suguru ignores the implication. “Just kill me already.”

“Death is not the only path. You’re just being a coward, Suguru.”

“What? Do you want me to spend this second life repenting for all the lives I took? I still don’t care about them, Satoru.”

“Repentance? Both of us…we’re beyond that. You’ve killed people. I’ve brought people to their deaths. There’s already too much blood in our hands.”

“Then should we die together?” Suguru smiles — it is anything but sincere. Satoru has almost forgotten what his real smile looks like.

Satoru drops another cube of sugar. “We will, but not anytime soon.”

-

Satoru sleeps next to Suguru, not because he hopes to form some intimacy through contact, nor to make sure he will not run away in the middle of the night, but because there are times where terrors unseen haunt Suguru’s slumber, Satoru would need to hold him down lest he ends up hurting himself. He used to keep the distance as well, sleeping on the couch, but after one close call, Satoru didn’t want to take another chance.

It was also during these moments where Suguru’s walls are at their lowest, and they could have a semblance of a proper and civil conversation.

“What is it this time?” Satoru asks, almost an involuntary response at this point, his hand already smoothing Suguru’s hair, rubbing circles down his back.

“He’s trying to creep in again.” His voice is hoarse, low, almost inaudible, as if in fear that when he speaks loud enough, the nightmare will turn into reality. “He says…this brain is his…and he can return anytime he wants…”

When Suguru is like this, Satoru can hold him close without being pushed away, and so Satoru does, wrapping Suguru tightly between his arms.

“You’re stronger than him, you took over him. That bastard won’t own you again.”

“If I die, it’ll finally be over.”

“You won’t die. Not on my watch.”

-

With the small space and bare minimum mode of entertainment, Satoru resorts to watching movies with Suguru to pass the time.

Well, to call it ‘watching with’ is too much of a stretch.

“What do you want to watch today?” Satoru asks, as usual.

Suguru doesn’t respond, as usual too, remaining seated on the corner of the bed, always seemingly creating as much physical distance he could between the two of them. Whatever closeness they would have during Suguru’s nightmares dissipates as if it never existed in the first place.

Satoru eventually gives up with a sigh, picking a 2008 horror movie from the selection this time.

“I’m guessing you haven’t seen this yet.”

He loads the disc onto the player, then settles himself on the end of the small couch. It’s some sort of an unspoken invitation, one that Suguru never entertains.

The film plays, the film ends.

It’s a daily cycle.

-

Every now and then, Megumi drops by personally, providing them with their daily necessities. In this situation, his Ten Shadow Techniques are particularly useful for hiding the things he brings them, only pulling it out once he is within the four walls of the small quarters. They can’t be too careless, after all. Whenever Megumi arrives, Satoru takes it upon himself to do the cooking and even sets aside a portion for Megumi himself.

“How is it outside?”

“Curses are still running rampant,” Megumi says, his tone as if still a student reporting to his teacher. Nevertheless, his bearing has become more and more that of a clan leader, “There’s quite a lot, so it will really take some time.”

The responsible person is quietly laying down the bed — whether he is truly asleep or just pretending, Satoru just lets him be. The sizzle of the oil as he pours the ingredients onto the pan fills in the momentary silence.

“And how is being a clan leader?”

“I think I can understand why the late elder Naobito was drinking all the time.”

“Haha, now don’t go picking up his habit. You’ve got a former clan head before you here, just ask for my help if you need it.”

“I feel like Kamo-san would know more about being a clan head than you.”

“Was never one to deal with family politics anyway.”

“Don’t worry about the affairs of the Gojo family. Okkotsu-san is making sure your family won’t lose its place.”

“I knew I could always rely on the new generation.”

“But Gojo-sensei, many of us still do rely on you.”

“A habit that must be changed.” Satoru turns off the stove and transfers the food onto the prepared bowl. “It’s for this very reason the incident at Shibuya became possible.”

His eyes wander to Suguru’s figure then, and he notices how tense the other man’s shoulders are. In fact, they really haven’t talked much about that time. The ancient sorcerer knew of Satoru’s weakness; Satoru wonders if Suguru himself came to realize it.

“No, I mean...,” Megumi seems to want to say something else, but in the end, he just sighs in defeat, “Never mind.”

“Don’t be thinking too much. Here, have this,” Satoru gives him a bowl of the freshly cooked stir fry, “Added some extra ginger especially for you.”

He takes another look at Suguru —— he doesn’t seem to be planning in joining them. In the end, Satoru decides to eat dinner with Megumi. It’s only when Megumi bid his farewell and left the room did Suguru finally move, only catching a glimpse of his retreating figure.

“Your dinner’s ready,” Satoru tells him, “It’s still a bit warm.”

Suguru stays seated on the bed, his eyes still at the door. “Megumi, that kid, he looks oddly familiar.”

“Remember Zen’in Toji?” A frown forms on Suguru’s forehead, his lips pursing rather unhappily. Satoru immediately quips, “Well, Megumi’s his son. Megumi didn’t know anything about his father’s shady business, and they were left without parents, too, so I took him under my care.”

“He seems to be quite dependent on you.”

“Is he? That kid hates asking me for help.”

“When he said many of them still rely on you, he was probably referring to himself. I know that tone.”

“From where? The two kids you had with you?”

Suguru suddenly stops responding. It’s apparent that the topic of the two girls is something he didn’t want to talk about. Though Suguru never told him about what happened, Satoru has been able to connect the dots from the first report of Suguru’s crime to the time he showed up in Jujutsu Tech to declare war.

But still, he wished that Suguru can tell it to him in his own words. There’s so much that happened in the last decade, cleaving an immeasurable distance in the space between them — an emptiness about the people and things and circumstances that shaped them to be the people that they are now.

“It’s funny though,” Satoru tests the waters, trying to fill the gap starting from his own side, “Back then, we said we’d run away together with Amanai if she wanted to. We failed on that part, but—”

“We still ended up babysitting,” Suguru continues for him, the tension on his shoulders replaced by a sudden weight, “I guess Riko-chan got the best deal out of that incident.”

“The girls—”

“I’m not hungry.” Suguru cuts him off immediately, lays back on the bed, and turns around, covering himself with a blanket. He obviously didn’t want to talk about his own share of babysitting, so Satoru lets the conversation go.

For now, Satoru bottles his many questions —

Why did you run away?

Why didn’t you force me to come with you?

Why didn’t you tell me all the things that have bothered you?

Why did you suffer with your thoughts in silence?

If I tried a little harder, would you have come with me?

There are so many things to talk about, many things that can’t be talked about. Patience is one of Satoru’s virtues, and when it comes to Suguru, it becomes the greatest.

-

Many times, he catches Suguru staring at his own reflection in the mirror…no, not at his reflection, but the wound lining his forehead. Satoru isn’t as skilled as Shoko in terms of healing others — the skull is intact, the wound is gone, but the scar remains, a reminder to them both every single day.

“Does it bother you?” he asks.

It takes a while before Suguru replies. “A bit.”

“A full bangs will hide the scars.”

A small smile starts to form on the edges of Suguru’s lips, but it disappears in a flash, replaced by a melancholy look on his face, “Mimiko and Nanako would have loved to see that.”

“Are those…their names?”

“…Yes.”

The girls he saved and raised throughout these years, to whom he exchanged his status as a sorcerer to be a curse user, just so he can provide them a better life. After all that’s happened, their place is still big in his heart. Not a single ash could be recovered in the ruins left by Sukuna, and so Suguru mourns with only the memories the girls have left him, memories his body was able to keep despite death.

Later in bed, Suguru weeps quietly. Satoru holds him. In between them, there is silence.

-

Satoru loads a 2009 suspense thriller this time, one that he himself hasn’t had the chance to watch yet for some reason. With a bowl of popcorn in tow, he settles himself at the end of the couch.

The film starts.

Just as the title appears, he feels the couch shift.

Satoru holds his breath, turns to look —— Suguru sits next to him, his legs already crossed comfortably.

“Mind if I watch with you?” he asks.

Satoru smiles, offering him the bowl, “Not at all.”

The film plays. The film ends.

And by the time it does, Suguru’s head is already resting Satoru’s shoulder, and Satoru’s head on Suguru’s. The positions are so familiar even though it has been over ten years since they were last together like this. The credits roll and neither of them moves.

“It sucked.” Suguru is the first one to speak.

“Sure did,” Satoru lets out a laugh, “Want to watch another one?”

“Let me pick this time.”

“Your call.”

-

“Satoru.”

Suguru calls out his name in the dark, certain that he is still awake. Satoru turns. In the dim light, he finds Suguru staring up at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. His nightmares have been recurring less and less, and at times they can go a whole night with a peaceful rest.

“Can’t sleep again?”

“No, I wanted to ask you something —— Why didn’t you chase after me?”

Memories of Shinjuku are still vivid in Satoru’s mind, especially the view of Suguru’s back getting further and further away from him, his own outstretched fingers curling into a fist. Looking back at all his years, it’s the only time he has ever felt so helpless. Shibuya can’t even compare.

“You didn’t seem to be the type to be swayed if I held you back.”

“And after that? You’re a jujutsu sorcerer. You have the responsibility to clean up curse users like me. Why didn’t you chase after me?”

“I didn’t want to be the one who kills you.”

Suguru turns to face him then, his expression solemn, “Yet you did.”

Satoru can’t help but reach out, running a hand over Suguru’s left arm. If there’s one thing he’d give that ancient sorcerer credit for, he fixed up Suguru quite well. “It was beyond me already. You declared war. I was under orders.”

Suguru doesn’t shy away from the touch, but neither does he reciprocate. “And what about now?”

“You and I are both fugitives. No need to follow some stupid higher-ups.”

“Freedom?”

“As free as we can be in this small quarters, yes.”

Ironic as it is, what Satoru just said was true. Step out and their tails will be chased by jujutsu sorcerers, stay in and they can maintain this pretense of liberty. In any case, it can’t be worse than staying inside the Prison Realm or being controlled by some ancient being.

“Back in Shibuya, many people died.”

“Trying to make me feel guilty?”

“Not at all. I just wanted to ask what you think of it now.”

Satoru ponders for a while, then with a sigh he says, “Can’t be helped. It’s regrettable, but it’s not like I’m a god. That brain knew me too well —— Do you still hate them? Non-sorcerers?”

“I don’t know. It used to be my fuel, but I’ve spent it all. Now I’m just…drifting.”

“Drifting isn’t bad. We can drift together over this sea of blood beneath us.”

A small laugh escapes Suguru’s lips. “Satoru, you really are so foolish. Because of me, you got sealed. Because of me, there’s a death penalty over your head. Why do you even still stay with me?”

What value does one Geto Suguru hold that the great Gojo Satoru can turn his back on the world just to be by this person’s side? Shouldn’t have it been obvious by now? Satoru can’t put all his heart’s contents into words, and so he reaches for Suguru’s hand instead and places a soft kiss on his palm.

“I’ve let you go twice,” he whispers, his breath warming Suguru’s cold hands, “and they both turned out to be very bad decisions.” Satoru looks up, meeting Suguru’s astonished gaze in the dim light, “I’m not letting you go again.”

-

Despite the chaos unleashed in the world, humanity still observed festivities, especially something like Setsubun as it concerns the cleansing of evil spirits. It also happens to be Suguru’s birthday. Upon Satoru’s request, Megumi drops by their small quarters and brings them food apt for the occasion. Satoru takes it from him with much gratitude and prepares the table, inviting him to eat with them.

It is a bit awkward, after all, Suguru has never really interacted with this young Zen’in clan head. His uncanny resemblance with Fushiguro Toji also rails up his fight-or-flight tendency, as if his body remembers the person who quite turned his world upside down.

“What?” Megumi suddenly asks him, the boy’s own shoulders tense, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing,” Suguru offers a weak smile, “I was just reminiscing — I fought your father once.”

Megumi visibly relaxes, very much unlike when he asked the same question to Satoru over a decade ago. “Apparently, I did, too.”

“Apparently?”

“I didn’t know he was my father at that time. I just came to know recently.”

“He’s crazy strong.”

“That he was.”

“Satoru looked after you?”

“He occasionally dropped by, but he’s no more a parent than my negligent father.”

“Hey—,” Satoru tries to butt in the conversation and save his reputation—

“No wonder. I thought you’re too good of a person to have been brought up by this nuisance.”

It’s useless.

“I heard that.”

“I was only speaking the truth —— Fushiguro Megumi, isn’t it? I apologize for imposing on you,” Suguru’s tone shifts, his fingers wrung together on top of his knees, “I don’t have anything to offer in return, I even had your sister caught up in all this mess. I can only thank you for letting me stay here unnoticed.”

“I’m no saint, I also have my personal biases. And I didn’t do this for you. Since Gojo-sensei asked for it, it’s nothing I can’t do. Besides, my sister’s issue has already been resolved, no need to hold onto things that are past. Just…whatever your issue is, please deal with it yourselves.”

Just in time, Satoru finishes laying down the food on the table, a small cake with a single candle lit on top taking the center spot. His eyes meet Suguru’s, his lips curving up in a soft smile. “Don’t worry, we’re already working on it.”

-

“We can be like…I don’t know…rogue jujutsu sorcerers or something. There are too many curses running about, I’m sure they won’t notice us if we do clean up some. We'll be doing them a great favor, too, you know?”

In the end, the two of them decided they can’t stay in the Zen’in estate forever. Sprawled on the bed, they’ve been discussing how to move forward with limited resources and a death penalty over their heads.

“You’re too noticeable for us to keep lowkey.”

Satoru suddenly stops, not failing to hear Suguru’s use of the word “us”. A sudden warmth blossomed in his chest, like the first ray of sunshine after a long, arduous, winter. It’s the onset of spring within his reach.

“Maybe if we eliminate all the released curses, they’d provide us both amnesties.”

“I released them, remember? The moment anyone from the jujutsu society sees me, I’m as good as dead.”

“I won’t allow that, of course.”

“No need to be so gallant. We can just run away after.”

“Where to?”

Suguru doesn’t even miss a beat when he replies, “Anywhere.”

-

“Gojo-sensei, are you sure about this?”

Under the cover of the night, three silhouettes huddle in an obscure corner of the Zen’in estate.

“We don’t want to overstay our welcome either,” Satoru smiles.

“You won’t,” Megumi assures him, “You’ve taken care of me for nine years, after all.”

“Then I’ll come back to settle the rest of your debt when things calm down, okay?” Satoru reaches out to pat Megumi’s hair one last time, “For now, we’ll have to deal with our lives on our own.”

“Please don’t die,” Megumi says with a stern look. “And please don’t get yourself sealed again.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?”

With a final farewell, Megumi retreats back into the Zen’in estate.

It’s only until his figure disappears that Satoru finally turns around and faces Suguru. He stretches out an arm, reaching for him. The weak moonlight brings an almost glittery sheen over his hair, reflecting the galaxy on his eyes. The sight is so beautiful it’s almost breathtaking — they haven’t been out for a while, and now, in just a few steps, it will be the road to freedom.

Together.

“Let’s go?”

Suguru takes his hand.

[annerly-san]

Progression - [Chapter 1: Differential]

Primary Character Pairing: Choso x Reader/Female OC Story Summary: Life is never stagnant. It progresses and changes as does the people who live through it. Like a complex differential equation, it twists and curves with its ups and downs with each person having their own unique curve. But for her, the rate at which she progressed in life was zero as she moved linearly despairingly with no end in sight. That was until she met a cursed spirit who set her life back in progression. Chapter Navigation: Next Chapter

The concept of family leaves a foul taste in the mouth.

Obligations to owe and expectations to fulfill are but a few of the countless other burdens that come in conjunction with what a family entails.

And within this world of magic and curses, family is but a burden.

She continued to uphold her well-rehearsed, demure smile despite being worn and absolutely exhausted. Her opponent in front of her casually stood there with a hand on the hip and his head tilted to the side— unfazed and unbothered by her persistent barrage of attacks earlier. The fluff of white hair pulled up and back by the blindfold stood as a testament to remind her that she wasn’t even an opponent to be considered seriously.

He didn’t need to pretend to be tired at all.

“How much longer do you think you can keep pretending to smile like that, Gojo-chan?”

The words were spoken in snide mockery as her opponent bore the same familial name.

“You jest, Gojo-sensei.” The retort was short and spoken without the intent to play along with any insinuations.

Satoru Gojo had not changed one bit since she had first met him.

“She doesn’t look like me at all, does she, Suguru?”

He towered over her at the time. She remembered seeing those strikingly clear, blue eyes— sharp and piercing as they bore into her with a scrutiny unwarranted for a child at the time.

Two hands had reached out and grabbed her at the sides as she was hoisted several feet in the air to be turned back and forth, handled and examined like she was just some doll.

“You should put her down, she’s clearly uncomfortable.” Suguru, as he was referred to, placed a hand on Satoru’s shoulder whilst giving a firm glance of disapproval. He shot her a sympathetic smile as she was put down by the pouting teenager.

“How can she be uncomfortable when she’s smiling like that?” He begrudgingly asked his companion before putting two hands up in the air as to showcase his resignation. “But still to think that this little distant cousin of mine is supposed to bring in a new line of techniques for the clan is making me feel already less special~,” Satoru whined in jest as Suguru gave him a playful whack on the back. The white-haired sorcerer had wandered off, leaving her with an upset feeling of unsettled unpleasantness broiling in the pit of her stomach.

Those feelings were temporarily put on the side when his companion crouched down to meet her at eye level.

“Don’t worry about any of that, ok? If you’re ever sick of this guy, you can always come to find me.” Suguru reached down to pet her head in a strangely reassuring way. Comfort and ease had taken over her and her smile had unknowingly slipped off as the soft timbre of his voice lulled her in a sense of warm solace that she had never felt before. “My name is Geto Suguru. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Her head felt warm from where he had placed it before, and she had watched him catch up to her cousin’s side with a lopsided smile on her face.

The rate of those thrown punches coming at her were slow; she made them as such. Her innate ability, “Differential”, functioned on the rate of change principles from calculus and mechanics. Mathematicians, engineers, and scientists have long seen and quantified the inner workings of the world through equations. “Differential” allowed her to perceive the differential equation which models the behavior or qualities of an object and apply a “derivative” to it in order to adjust its rate of change. Simple equations such as the rate at which light refracts from the cornea of the eye to see are constant; taking the derivative of it amounts it to zero and thereby allows for someone’s vision to stop working. In this case, her perception of the logarithmic speed (ln(x)) of those punches have been derived to the equation of 1/x and will increasingly become slower and slower as more time passes.

It was a mutated trait from the original Gojo family’s “Limitless” technique. While the original skill operated under the fundamental principle of a limit with techniques operating under the mathematical principles of convergence and divergence in summations and series, hers was more focused upon the rate of change at a “fixed point” existing on a specific plane. From its proofing from calculus her technique took the limit as it approaches zero between two points allowed for the rate of change to be solved for and adjusted.

And so for things that move through time and space, she can easily avoid and counter them.

She dodged the first three punches with ease before countering with a sweep kick to the knees; however, the activation of Infinity didn’t allow for the attack to land as intended.

An upwards kick was evaded as she jumped backwards several steps to place sufficient distance between herself and Satoru.

“Hmmm~. We’re at around twenty minutes now. How are you holding up? Still smiling as always, I see.” She watched intently as Satoru leaned back and stretched out an arm lazily. “Should we call it quits now? You’re lasting longer than our last spar by around five minutes. That’s impressive growth, but you haven’t reached your fullest potential yet.”

She wondered if things would have been less tense or awkward between herself and Satoru had they not hailed from the same lineage. Resigning now to rest would only prove as a setback and insult to what was expected of her in addition to her own self-worth. There would be no resignation. No matter needed to be put forth on her end.

“I-I can continue, Gojo-sensei.” Her smile did not fall from her face despite how tired she was.

She stood up straighter and calmed her breaths.

Her still outer demeanor did not match the thoughts that were racing within her mind.

His Infinity was an issue. She would not be able to do anything about that nor about his convergence and divergence techniques of red and blue simply due to the nature of it resulting in something either undefined or unusable when taking the derivative of an abstract such as infinity, sums, and series.

But perhaps this would work.

The distance between the two of them was approximately fifteen. She needed five to try out her new method.

A breath in.

A breath out.

She dashed in to close the distance.

~~~

“Wow, I can’t believe that you were actually able to do that, Gojo-chan!”

She awakened and opened her eyes to see up to the ceiling of the infirmary. Gojo-sensei was sitting at her bedside with a tilted head, quirky smile, and a book that he must have been reading in the meantime while she was asleep. “Was that a new application of your “Differential”? I can’t believe that you actually rendered my Six Eyes blind for a good minute there.”

Her head hurt as she tried to recall the events of the sparring session before she had blacked out.

Upon closing the gap between them, at the five meter mark, she had Gojo-sensei in range.

Activating Differential, she was able to see the six constants that were governing the rate of perception for Gojo-sensei’s Six Eyes. She drew a shaky breath as she applied “Derivative” six times for each ‘eye’ and watched with elation as her teacher’s face became overcome with a sense of shock and surprise.

She quickly threw a punch aimed at his face in the hopes that the deactivation of his Six Eyes would affect the automatic response of Infinity somewhat.

That hope was dashed as her fist was stuck hovering in front of his nose, unable to proceed further to tangible result.

Leaping back, she stumbled as an sickening nausea overcame her and imbalance struck at her legs. Her vision was blurring and a strange ringing sound overcame her ears as she heard what was vaguely her name.

For some reason, she was kneeling on the ground with both hands in front propping her up. She bent her head up to see a white blur of what may have been Gojo-sensei running towards her, but her head was heavy and her vision was strangely red. Letting her head drop back down, she blinked and saw what seemed to be drops of blood dripping to the ground.

It was the last thing she saw.

“-Anyways, I was SO shocked that you started crying blood or something. You almost looked like a curse, ahahaha!”

Her thoughts were drawn back to reality as she tuned back into listening to what Gojo-sensei was saying.

“Man, if I didn’t manually activate Infinity, you might actually have hit me and gave me a bloody nose!”

She smiled and let out a breathy laugh. “Is that so?”

Gojo-sensei leaned in closer to the bed railing and placed a hand on her head.

“Yes. You did good.”

There was a warm elation in her chest from being praised. It didn’t happen often, though it left a strange feeling in her from being praised by Gojo of all people. It filled the cavity in her chest, but those words didn’t seem to be the ones that she was waiting for. Whatever it was she was feeling, it disappeared as quickly as it came for her teacher said his next words.

“Ah, but it seems that taking the differential six times is your current limit. Man, I don’t know how I’m going to deal with you and your younger siblings when they enroll next. I heard a lot of stuff about them~.”

Ah.

Her younger siblings.

The mention brought a bitter taste to her mouth and the lurking of a foul emotion within her heart. But she smiled as though it wasn’t the case.

“Hm, yes, my younger siblings. My sister definitely has more talent with the technique than I do, and my brother is well on his way. They might be the ones that’ll give you the most trouble, Gojo-sensei.”

She watched her teacher laugh.

Behind that coy smile and blindfold, she wondered if he could see through her facade and see her true feelings beneath.

But even if he could, he didn’t make a comment on it.

“I told Hakari, and he’s worried about you, you know!” Gojo-sensei continued. “We both keep telling you that you’re being too hard on yourself! Shouko keeps complaining to me about caring for my students more, you know!” He pouted. “I care about my students.” He rubbed her head as to prove a point.

There was a simmering frustration that was building in her abdomen.

“I know that, sensei. I’ll be more aware about that. Is Hakari alright?”

Her fellow classmate in the college, Kinji Hakari, was a third-year student like her. Due to the incident last year, he was on suspension.

“Oh he’s alright. He keeps saying that he’s bored to death being suspended and all and that he’s worried about you killing yourself when he’s not there with you.”

Perhaps it was said with good intentions. But it seemed patronizing. Maybe it was because it was spoken by those who were born with naturally strong talents compared to her who had worked to the point of injury in order to be a contender as their equal. That emotion in her stomach grew and started to burn and corrode away at her insides.

She laughed softly. “Please tell him that I appreciate the concern. I’m waiting for him to get back as well.”

Gojo-sensei had stood up muttering something about being a messenger boy and was readying himself to leave. As though he forgot something, he suddenly exclaimed aloud.

“Aha! I almost forgot to tell you too.” He whirled back around to face her. “There’s a whole queue of missions for you. All grade 2 or lower. It shouldn’t be much trouble for you, but be careful since you know-“ he gestured to the infirmary bed that she laid in as to drive home the point. “You get the idea.”

He left the room.

And she let out a sigh before slumping back down in the bed and closing her eyes.

It felt as though there was a crushing weight against her chest.

Taking care of the assigned curses was a simple task.

Despite her teacher’s reluctance at sending her out to the initial mission when she had gotten so adversely injured during a simple sparring match, everything turned out alright.

It had been a good while since that had passed on the order of months, but with the shortage of jujitsu sorcerers and Hakari still on suspension, it was only natural for her to handle things like this.

She stared down at her hands, which have unconsciously and naturally formed firm fists sitting in her lap.

With being tasked with an onslaught of more and more missions, she quickly rose to the rank of semi-grade 1. She was grateful for the opportunity as she needed this as a chance to raise her rank and further her worth.

She wasn’t talented, after all.

From the moment she was born, she remembered the crushing weight of anxiety bearing down on her at each step and misstep she took. The looks of disappointment, the yelling and screaming, the endless lectures, and the unbearable weight of it all.

Maybe it would have been better to have been born a disappointment to begin with. So that no one would make her carry these expectations on her weary back.

Her grandmother was actually the one to first develop the “Differential” ability. But the woman was originally an outcast of the Gojo clan and took her technique personally as a means to spite the ones that had looked down on her before. It carried the unbelievably petty burden of one day being able to surpass the main line of Limitless techniques.

So when her father, uncles, and aunts failed to inherit any of the “Differential” traits, they were marked as failures and the family was laughed at for daring to think that they could surpass the main line of inherited techniques.

That was until she awakened.

Up until the age of five, she was treated as a worthless and filthy object. Her mother was someone able to see cursed spirits, but had no innate techniques to deal with them, and despite having spite for the main Gojo family, her grandmother viewed her mother-- and by extension, her-- as a taint on the family line of sorcerers. Her first-cousins, unable to see curses much less use techniques though borne to two sorcerer parents, were treated with delicate care and spoiled by her grandparents beyond belief. And she was treated and called as the vermin of the bunch. Her father did nothing to refute that claim while her mother took out the insults of inferiority and stain on her as the byproduct and embodiment of that she hated. A living burden that tied her down to a family clan that did nothing else but mock her.

But that changed.

Suddenly one day, while her mother was hysterically screaming and cursing the old hag within the confines of their home, a stray curse wandered in.

She remembered what it looked like.

At the time she was patting her sister’s back, trying to turn invisible in the midst of her mother’s rage as she did her utmost to not earn her ire. Her younger sister, a toddler barely learning how to walk, cried incessantly at the loud banging and clashing of pots and pans as they were flung about the house.

The clanging stopped briefly as the air chilled and silenced; a grotesque hand of oozing purple goop clutched at the hallway corner.

A cry broke out. Her sister.

Loud gurgling sounds rang out as her mother desperately avoided looking at the monster as to not warrant its attention as one that can perceive it.

But she didn’t know better.

The curse had several green eyes embedded in the goop of mess that constituted its body and it let out a warbling bellow as all those eyes narrowed in to meet hers in a chilling stare.

It took a step forth.

She held her breath as she continued to stare at it with an intense fear.

It began to approach her rapidly.

And she remembered begging in her mind for it to stop. She didn’t want it to approach her anymore.

It stopped.

Not much was remembered after that as adults came and well-qualified sorcerers took care of the curse that was just frozen in place.

She had passed out by then and woke up to a new world that was unbelievably scary and confusing. A new world of just so many expectations.

This sudden twisting change from being viewed as less than trash to invaluable gold crushed and suffocated her.

From cultivating this new skill, surpassing some “Gojo Satoru”, shoving it in her grandmother’s face, and so, so, much more. It was dizzying. Nauseating.

One misstep signaled Armageddon. One pause meant weakness. One tear was failure.

As she sat on the bus bench in the lonely countryside, her breaths felt labored like she had to push a stone brick weighing several tons off her chest a few millimeters so that she didn’t suffocate under its weight.

Her promotion isn’t too far away. She was a semi-grade 1 at the moment and was handling missions smoothly and effectively. It’s only a matter of time before it will all be over.

The road was dull and illuminated with the yellowed lights of the street lamp.

Her thoughts traversed back to the events of present day back at the school.

There was buzz on things happening back at the school, but she had not had the chance to listen in on the details of the news. The Sister Exchange event would have happened around now. She’s missed it now unfortunately, but she thought that she had heard something about the first years being roped in to fill in the third year’s vacancy and they did well enough. What was interesting that she had regrettably missed out on hearing more about was the first year student, Itadori Yuuji, who was apparently the vessel for Sukuna, the King of Curses.

She wondered if he was feeling as burdened as she was. He probably had heavy expectations too.

Footsteps were heard and a strange presence of cursed energy lurked nearby on the road.

Senses were heightened as she pulled away from her mind’s musing to hone in on the present at hand.

There was one curse. No. Three.

Her eyes followed the curved line of the road to where it bent behind some trees, and she saw three shadows walking along it without much caution or care.

A chill went down her spine. The combined auras was overwhelming. They were at least a grade higher than hers— at least Grade 1, but it would seem that all three could very well be Special Grade curses.

There shouldn’t be a cluster of special grade curses like this.

While there shouldn’t be, she did recall hearing about the strange events and appearances of strong, special grade curses with a sentience recently.

She hoped that this wouldn’t be the case.

The first one out of the shadows was a man. He looked extremely tired with prominent purple rings around his eyes and an odd rectangular stripe across his nose. He wore baggy pants and a loose, long sleeved shirt paired with a series of black sashes wrapping around his waist, shoulders, and neck. As he walked, his wild, messy, black hair tied into two prominent bunches on his head flounced around.

He took up physical space and appeared human if it were not for the immensely crushing amount of cursed energy that shrouded around him like a dense fog.

His other two companions slowly came into view. The other two were definitively curses. One was turquoise with a hunched back. It had a prominent mouth on its middle that dripped blood and a humanoid husk of a face where its head would have been.

The other held similar form but significantly more humanoid. In the center of the abdomen was a pair of red eyes and a smaller mouth. This curse was flesh colored with a more defined human form and a similar deformed humanoid head on the top.

“Nii-san, is she the one we were supposed to be looking for?” The turquoise one spoke seemingly to the most human of the group.

“That’s right.” His voice was low in timbre with a strange sense of calm and echo to it. “That amount of cursed energy and presence... It’s most definitely the relative of Satoru Gojo that we were supposed to find.”

Her breath was caught in her chest.

They were most definitely Special-grade curses. Beyond their appearances in taking physical form through some sort of manifestation, they were sentient and individually held a tremendous amount of cursed energy.

What was worse was that their target was her.

If it was simply one, then she may have handled alright against a special grade with some collateral damage, but against three her odds of victory were slim.

There wasn’t a chance to escape with the three of them having locked onto her like this, and even if she did manage to, she would most definitely return as a failure sorcerer who flaked when faced with what her purpose in life should be.

There wasn’t a choice.

She breathed out.

The wind blowing calmly around her as the three curses continued their approach lulled her into an odd sense of tranquility to brace her for what was to come.

The fight was here.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Final Exams: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you can't fail your Medieval Art and History final. You just can't.

wc: 1.3 k

tw: NSFW

A Grand 300 Celebration Fic

Your sighs are bothering him.

Geto is fully aware that you’re bored as you eye the clock in the classroom, but he can’t focus on his grading when you’re sitting there, wondering when the class will end while rubbing your thighs together anxiously.

It’s just the other students, you, and him today since the professor is out sick, and Geto’s the TA responsible for making sure the class took the final exam. But when you raise your hand - thus, catching his attention - he groans internally, knowing your question before you spoke it.

“Can we leave if we’re done early?” you wonder, closing your laptop. It was no secret that you were the professor’s favorite student, and if you had asked her, she would have said yes to your request. But Geto frowns, looking over his own laptop with a dissatisfied gaze.

“Ms. L/N, it appears that you failed the final. I would recommend taking it again.” The class is shocked into stillness, and you frown. There was no way you failed the final. You knew everything there was to know about the Baroque period, and no one could contest your vast knowledge of the different paintings and musical elements from that era. But Geto knew something you didn’t: you couldn’t see your score after you took the test. But he could.

He soaks in the crestfallen look on your face and turns back to entering the grades without another word. For the rest of the class, you took your time, reanswering each question and flipping through your notes eagerly, hoping to find the mistakes in your answers.

“How did I do this time?” you wonder, approaching his desk with a hopeful look in your eyes.

“Ms. L/N, you’re rushing. I mean, these are easy answers… Take it again,” Suguru sighs, and you walk back to your row, confusion marrying your perfect features. He hated doing this to you, but he couldn’t just let you walk out of the class in that perfect skirt with your perfect legs.

Today, you would be the last to leave the class. And his office.

When the bell chimes, everyone in the class gets up to leave, but you stay behind, focusing on the questions with precision. You’ve even started muttering to yourself, which is something you only do when you’re trying to focus all of your energy on a task.

“Mr. Geto, can I have a few more minutes?” you ask as he’s packing his things up and about to leave the room without you.

“Come to my office and I’ll let you continue taking it there. They have another lecture in this classroom.” You follow him out into the hallway, remembering the winding path to the TA’s offices, and into his minimalistic office. He shuts the door behind you, and you take your place in the seat in front of his desk, opening your laptop again.

“I really can’t fail this,” you murmur. Any poor grade would drop you from an A to a B, and you couldn’t have that. Not as a freshman.

“Listen,” Geto mutters, sliding his glasses off. “You just need to go slower with these quizzes. I know Professor Yuki favors you, but you can’t rely on being the teacher’s pet all the time.”

“I’m not--”

“Besides, after the third try, you’ll have to put in a request for a retake, and that could take us a few days to accept.”

“Wait, what did I make this time?”

“A 69.”

“Huh?” You shoot up from your chair, and place your hands on the desk, frowning deeply. “I really can’t--”

“I do have something that might help you…” Geto rummages through his desk, looking for something specific. When he tosses the foil wrapper on the desk, you do a double-take, then look up at his face.

“Seriously?” He raises a brow, then turns to his computer screen.

“I mean, a full scholarship is a lot of money, y/n. I would think you’d be willing to do anything to keep it.”

“And what will you change my grade to if I do this?” you wonder, examining his face cautiously. He smiles slyly, his black eyes roaming over your chest.

“You’ll pass this class with an A-plus.”

Without any further questions, you strip down to your underwear and bra while Geto locks the door, undoing his tie and unbuttoning the top four buttons on his shirt as he walks back over to you. He cups your face with his large palm and kisses your cheeks tenderly before ghosting his lips over yours, then swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. He bites it, then wraps his hands around your back to unhook your bra quickly. It falls to the ground unceremoniously, and he takes one breast in each hand, tugging at your nipples, then palming them thoroughly.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes, and you moan in response, wanting him to hurry up so you wouldn’t miss your chemistry lecture. But it seems he wants just a little more than a quickie as he pushes you down to your knees. He unbuckles his belt, and slides his pants down, revealing his erection in one smooth motion. When you take his length into your hands, you look up at him and lick down his shaft, making Geto shudder. “The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused is making me lose my mind.”

You hum and then take him into your mouth, feeling the smooth skin and veins against your wet tongue. You worked him into your mouth slowly, and when he reaches the back of your throat, he groans loudly, holding the back of your head gently as he fucks your face. “Fuck,” he breathes, and saliva trickles out of your mouth as he continues, the wet sounds making your cunt get warmer and slicker. You take one hand from his thighs and rub yourself over your panties, hoping you could get yourself off a little while he ravaged your throat. You breathe through your nose easily, and Suguru finally lets you go, pulling all the way out. A trail of spit follows from your lips to his cock and you inhale deeply, still rubbing away at yourself.

“Beautiful,” Suguru whispers, then pulls you up to a standing position and leans you over the desk. He rolls down your underwear and mutters, “Spread your legs.” You do so immediately and feel his fingers at your waiting entrance. “Pass me the condom, baby.” You obey, then rest your breasts on the cold wood of his desk, goosebumps running down your arms and legs. When he presses into you, you stifle a loud groan; the tension of him trying to work himself past your walls absolutely overwhelming. “That’s it…” he drawls, moving in and out of you lazily. Despite wearing a condom, you can feel every single ridge and bump of Suguru’s thick cock inside of you, and it’s driving you insane. You eagerly thrust your hips back, and he meets you halfway, holding your hips as you’re fucked into oblivion.

At some point during your session with the TA, you feel the familiar tingle of an orgasm about to rip through you, and your hands fly to your clit as he pounds into you. “I’m gonna…” you pant, and Suguru nods behind you, his hair coming loose and dangling around his face messily.

“I can feel it, baby. Go ahead.” Your knees buckle slightly as you give in to your unspoken desire, and he grabs your hips a little harder. “I’m right behind you,” he chokes out, then presses his lips together as he comes, shaking as his strokes slow to a gentle pulsating motion. After a moment of resting, he pulls out of you and takes the condom off, tossing it into the trash can and crumpling up a few papers to hide it. As he puts his clothes back on, you do the same, pushing your hair back and adjusting your shirt before going behind his desk and looking at the computer.

“Three one-hundreds,” you announce, and Geto shrugs.

“Hey, you said you wanted to roleplay.”

“But did you have to embarrass me in front of the whole class?” Suguru laughs, tying his tie back on.

“You said roleplay, babe. You get what you ask for.”

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