#AND GOJO APPEARING WHILE HE DOES IT HELLO????

[sukugo]

SUKUGOS WE'RE SO BACK

[kyojurismo]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. +18 nsfw, 1.9k words, age difference (reader is in her 20s, satoru is in his 30s), top!satoru, dub-con, fingering, nipple play, degradation, not proofread + pls notify me if there’s something else to tag, i’ll fix it asap.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. hello dear readers. i know it took me a whole month to start posting something for my kinktober event, but life (and my depression) got in the way, so i wasn’t able to fully dedicate myself to writing (i take this opportunity to also remind y’all that 1. i do it as a hobby and 2. eng is not my first language). starting w day 6 bc i suddenly got the desire to write for satoru lol. well, that’s all from me now, i hope you guys will enjoy and please be sure to read the tags carefully !! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

satoru gojo was a close friend to your father, they worked together and sometimes he would invite satoru for dinner. he was charming and funny, so of course it never disturbed you. he also looked incredibly handsome, with those beautiful light blue eyes and white hair.

he looked so sad when you mentioned you were gonna move out for college, saying that he liked your young presence and your sense of humour, especially how you two often ended up talking about scary movies — a passion you two had in common.

you recently got back home, your father’s birthday was getting closer and you wanted to organise something to celebrate it, as long as help him decorate the house for halloween.

you weren’t exactly a fan of halloween costumes, more like you enjoyed the atmosphere and watching others dressing up as something.

you finished preparing yourself a snack when your phone started ringing, your father’s name appeared on screen.

“hey dad!”

“i’m gonna get home late tonight, i’m sorry baby. gotta catch up to some work, but we can watch the movie once i’m back if you’re not sleeping already. how does it sound?”

you took a couple of seconds to reply, because well — you’ve been looking forward to it for days, but you also knew that his job was important and that he couldn’t really left early because ‘he has some movie to watch’.

“yeah, sounds good. i’ll try my best to stay awake.”

“great! i asked satoru to pass by and check on you. i think he’ll bring something to eat too.”

“dad… i’m not fourteen, i don’t need a babysitter.”

“i know, i know. he just offered since it’s his day off.”

“whatever. see ya later.”

you hung up the phone and rolled your eyes. it was obvious your dad asked him to come over and check on you, but you didn’t mind it that much. he would leave quickly and you would end up having the rest of the evening all for yourself.

at least, that what you thought.

“i’m so surprised to see you,” you opened the door, sarcasm clear in your voice. you didn’t expect to see satoru dressed up as none other than the slender man. you chuckled, checking the mask a bit closer. “wow. you really got into it, huh?” satoru didn’t answer at first, playing the part before you rolled your eyes and walked back into the kitchen, leaving him there.

you heard the door closing a couple of seconds later, while grabbing your sandwich. satoru took off the mask and sighed deeply, glancing around the place. “what if it wasn’t me?” he sounded serious, concerned about your careless behaviour. “my father told me you were coming over to check on me, mr. babysitter.”

he rolled his eyes and put the bag with your food on the kitchen island, before looking at you. “what are you up to tonight?” he casually asked, watching you eating your sandwich in silence. you shrugged before meeting his eyes. “i’m gonna read or watch something, waiting for my dad to come home. what about you?” you smiled innocently, as if you didn’t have in plan to do a marathon of your favourite horror movies.

“dunno. my friend ditched me, so i’m all alone in this frightening night,” he pouted before smirking at your change of expression. “i’m talking about suguru, not your father.”

you rolled your eyes and pretended to be offended. you finished eating your sandwich and put the plate away. “well? are you leaving?” you asked him, making him gasp dramatically. “kids today are so poorly mannered! is this the right way to treat an old man?”

“you’re not that old, that’s also why i don’t get it how you became my father’s best friend in the first place,” satoru was around thirty years old, like ten years younger than your father. “i’m everyone’s favorite person,” he winked and you shook your head, chuckling. “you’re not, really.”

satoru looked offended and followed you into the living room, waiting for an apology. he got none. “whatever. can i stay over? maybe we can watch something together,” he asked you, genuinely interested in doing so. you thought about his offer, knowing that it wouldn’t hurt to have some company. “hm, okay. but i’m choosing,” you glanced at him while sitting down on the couch. “yeah, sure. just pick something scary.”

halfway through the movie, satoru started shifting towards you, making it look casual. you bit your inner cheek as your leg touched his, stiffening a little.

“scared?” he murmured during a moment of silence, you shook your head. “hm,” he licked his lips before looking at you, noticing how you were growing nervous.

in reality, he had been looking at you differently since earlier. you felt strange about it, but you tried to ignore it for your own good. maybe he just wanted to mess with you a little like he would usually do.

one of his hand reached your leg and started caressing your clothed thigh, you shivered and quickly glanced down at it as your heart skipped a beat. your attention was caught by the size of his hand, before you slowly looked at his face. satoru’s eyes were glued to the tv, causing you to turn towards it a bit too quickly.

were you misreading the whole situation or … ?

“satoru,” you gathered some courage to call him. “what is it?” his voice sounded deeper and you gulped louder than expected, causing a smirk to appear on his face. “what—” you gasped as his hand tightened its grip on your thigh before moving closer to your center. “hmm?” satoru finally turned to look at you, your heart pounding rapidly into your chest as he casually cupped your sex. you unconsciously clenched your thighs, trapping it between your legs.

“i’m sorry, this movie is becoming more and more boring,” he spoke casually, looking unbothered by the whole situation. he acted like he wasn’t touching your body at all.

your cheeks grew warmer, you tried to find the right words and ignore how it all was affecting your poor body. it was wrong, he was your father’s best friend and he was older than you. it was very wrong… right?

the way his hand was grinding on you caught your attention and you snapped out of it, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “we-we can’t do this… it’s wrong,” you murmured, pushing it away. “is it though? your body is telling me something else,” he chuckled and finally met your face. his gaze felt much more intimidating now, as he hungrily stared down at you.

you felt slick gathering in your underwear and you shifted uncomfortably on the couch, causing a low laugh to escape satoru’s lips. “now now, why lying?” he suddenly pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap. you could feel his erection right against your lower back, which caused your whole face to grow warmer.

“satoru, wait–” you tried to say something else before his hands pushed your legs apart, then his hands reached your chest and he grabbed your breasts, groping you experimentally. you bit back a moan, squirming under his touch. “sensitive, hm?” he went to pinch your nipples, playing with your boobs as he liked.

a sparkle of excitement filled your guts, even though a part of you knew it wasn’t right, some other was trying to convince you to give in and let him touch you. he was an experienced man for sure, different from other college students. a part of you was also craving some well deserved release. you tilted your head back, closing your eyes. you jumped as his hands slapped your thighs, making you shiver and moan softly.

“i wanna hear every sound coming from your little mouth, you got that little slut?” satoru spoke right into your ear as one of his hands slipped under your shirt while the other sneaked into your leggings, starting to caress your clothed clit. his hands were cold compared to your actual body temperature, and that caused another shiver to run down your body.

“this is wrong,” you whispered, more for yourself. he smirked and rubbed your clit faster, his hand finding a way to slip under your bra and finally touch your hardened nipple. your will to fight the moans caused by the pleasure provided by his skilled hands left your body and you finally gave in.

you moaned as satoru pushed two fingers into your wet channel, taking advantage of how much wet you were already. his long fingers were able to reach spots you couldn’t, which made your stomach turn as whimpers escaped your parted lips. “you’re this wet for your father’s friend, hm? and those sounds, that some real slutty behaviour,” satoru’s tone was completely different from before, he kept speaking — degrading, you while his fingers worked inside your cunt, thrusting deeply and hitting the perfect spot to make your toes curl and cause your back to arch, unconsciously pushing your chest into his hand. “what are you, some college whore now?” his lips kissed right under your ear, biting your neck softly before licking your shivering skin.

“n-no,” you tried to argue back, your hand grabbed his wrist desperately as you grew close to your climax. “no? then why are you this wet? you enjoy getting manhandled and fucked, huh?” satoru’s movements never faltered. “the way you’re clenching on my fingers tells me you like being degraded too.”

you were too embarrassed to reply to any of his accusations, but also too focused on the incoming orgasm. you tried to clench your thighs together as your pussy spasmed around his fingers, gushing hard as you finally came while crying his name.

you sobbed when his thumb massaged your pulsing clit, making you jolt in his lap and almost hitting his chin with your head. he chuckled at your reaction, deciding to play with you for a couple of seconds more before finally leaving your poor pussy alone.

as his hands finally resurfaced from inside your clothes, you clearly saw him licking his fingers clean, groaning softly at the taste. he seemed satisfied even though you were the only one who had the privilege to have an orgasm that night.

“well, little star,” satoru moved your body off of him and placed you back in your previous position, you were still a bit dizzy from what just happened. “time to go,” he got up and stretched, before turning to look at you. “you should change yourself, hm?” he glanced at your ruined leggings before cupping your cheek with his large palm, caressing your warm skin. “i’m proud of my little slut,” he murmured before tracing your lips with his thumb, smirking at you. “goodnight,” he then patted your head and walked towards the main door, opening and closing it in a swift motion. he left as if nothing happened, he didn’t asked if you enjoyed it or not — your cunt sure did. your head was filled with too many thoughts at once. it was alright, it was wrong, it felt good, he knows how to treat a woman, he’s an asshole, it was so hot.

then one single thought filled your mind, causing you to fall back against the cushion of the couch. you found yourself staring at some random point in front of you.

satoru gojo, one of your father’s best friends, made you cum with his fingers… and it felt a bit too good.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @naomi-nana @euphiroo @eynnwwyjth @titantears @plast3c @katsuslover

[dellalyra]

𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣’𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ

A/N: hello it is i pixie emerged from hibernation to drop you this month late extra of our favourite family and then crawl back into my lair.

cw: the usual swearing, mentions of sexism, menstruation and female reproductive system, suggestive ending.

“No way! See I heard it had something to do with that little twerp from the Zen’in clan. Navel - or nacho or whatever the fuck his name is.”

“Ugh - why does that not even surprise me. He’s such a shithead, like you should have seen the look on his face when my mom interjected at a Jujutsu higher ups event she muscled her way into. Honestly it’s gotta be like - microscopic. Oh and it’s Navel now - never using Naoya again.”

Shoko and you had just been out on a girls day out, just the two of you - a visit to the arcade, lunch, some shopping and an exhibition on the human body. It had to be done, girl time was integral to maintaining a sense of sanity when the other 50% of the friend group was G.S squared.

The gossip had continued back to the dorms, where you both stood holding bags of snacks and the days haul while you put in the key code.

The door swung open and there stood Satoru Gojo, and Suguru Geto - both decked in pink party hats and shouting ‘surprise!’ (okay, gojo was shouting - geto was just saying).

“Jesus Christ!”

“What the fuck?!”

The camaraderie that came from the jumpscare resulted in Shoko and you both swearing and jumping in surprise at the sudden appearance.

Before either of you could react any further to it, long arms still a bit unaware of his strength, tug you both into a bonecrushing hug.

Shoko twists Satoru’s nipple through his shirt so he shrieks and lets you both you (you hide your disappointment).

You look at Geto, who winks with a devilish smirk and turn to the wall where the table is laid out with both you and Shoko’s favourites and a giant handmade poster on the wall with “Happy International Women’s Day” in large bubble writing.

Suddenly the confused silence was broken as a cheerful voice started singing, and was then accompanied by a louder Satoru.

“Happy InternationalWomen’sDay to you, Happy InternationalWomen’sDay to you! Happy InternationalWomen’sDay Shoko and Y/N, Happy InternationalWomen’sDay to you!” echoed with far too many syllables in the tune of ‘happy birthday’ across the room as Haibara emerged from the kitchen, with a strange red blob shaped cake in his hands followed by a very unhappy looking Nanami Kento.

The cake was placed on the table as you and Shoko looked at it in confusion - it was a red colour frosting on a cake shaped like a weird triangle with two squiggles coming from the sides joined to two cupcakes. For the life of you - and Shoko too if the look on her face was anything to go by - you had no idea what the cake was meant to be.

Suguru’s smirk was unnerving as he looked between you both.

“Shoko-senpai and Y/N-senpai! So strong, and powerful, and clever and pretty! Not that being pretty is important for being a woman - it’s just a bonus - not that it’s not great that you’re pretty, because it is, like it’s amazing! If I was into girls I’d definitely be into you both! But it’s not what makes you amazing!” Haibara says, clapping his hands.

“The strongest, most powerful, clever and cunning and most beautiful girls! We couldn’t do any of this without you. Well, I could -” Satoru starts.

“Satoru.” Geto warns.

“Okay, maybe I sometimes need backup and you girls are definitely the best choices after Suguru!” He finishes.

“That was barely complimentary.” Nanami scowls.

“We love and respect you both!” Satoru says.

“Some love you more than others…” Suguru smirks.

“Equally! Equally! We love you all equally and in a very friendly, respectful, and caring way!” Satoru says, kicking Suguru’s shin.

This whole time, you and Shoko had just been staring between them all.

“What the fuck…” Shoko whispers.

“Ditto…” You pipe in.

Satoru pops pink party poppers in both your faces and then Suguru uses the distraction to place a party hat on both your heads.

“Shoko - you save our asses, sometimes literally on an almost daily basis. Your no nonsense attitude and ability to care for us all and unflappable nature is a core reason we’re all here and we would be lost without you. You’re also underhandedly funny, and we’re very thankful to have you in our lives.” Suguru says, smooth and steady as always, and elbows a fidgeting Satoru.

“Y/N! You - are so awesome! You’re smart, and funny, and kind, and you make sure we’re all safe and strong and it’s so cool when you kick ass and I love exorcising with you - and your cursed technique is so cool and you work so hard and I don’t really respect many people but I definitely respect you! You’re also beautiful but that’s not important - not that you’re not like, importantly pretty! Because I think it’s very important that everyone knows you’re so pretty!” Came a gushing scramble of words from the usually overconfident Satoru - because complimenting the one person who has ever made him nervous was a bit of a shock to the system of the Honoured One.

For a moment, you and Shoko just stood in bewildered silence - still holding hands from when you walked in.

Before you look at each other, and simultaneously double over in hysterical laughter - clutching onto each other for support.

“This was so fucking strange, but I love it - we love it. Thank you boys, for this. It’s really appreciated.”

“That’s because we - appreciate you!” Gojo says, pointing between the four boys.

You hug all the boys, while Shoko inspects the cake on the table.

“Is this a Magikarp or something?” She asks, head tilted as she examines the red blob.

“It’s a uterus!” Haibara exclaims.

After trying to figure it out - the cupcakes where the ovaries should be and the triangle the uterus itself… it makes slightly more sense - but maybe International Women’s Day would be spent with an anatomy lesson from Shoko.

“Kid, listen - today we are going to be extra respectful of our girls, yeah?” Satoru says, opening the bag of pastries he had bought for breakfast the night before after Megumi talked him out of attempting to make pancakes. Megumi nodded, and placed the two bouquets of flowers on the two chairs his mom and sister usually sat in.

“They’re both very, very important to us. Sometimes, kid - the world is really shit for girls. A lot more than it is for us. Things that might be a bit difficult for us - not for me, but others - would be really hard for girls.”

“Periods.” Megumi grimaces, but nods solemnly.

“Yeah. But other things too. Like sometimes girls get less money for the same jobs, and people try to tell them how to look or how to act - or, no joke, tell them what they can do with their own body! Even simple stuff, like sometimes it’s dangerous for girls to go certain places, or people might expect less from them just because they’re girls.”

“Even for Mama?” Megumi asks, confused because from his perspective, the woman who has raised him the past 2 years is the most powerful (second to Gojo, but don’t tell him that) and formidable person he knows, and the kindest and funniest.

"Sometimes especially for her. Y/N is really strong, yeah?" Gojo asks, taking out a jug of juice and placing it on the table, before scribbling on one of your cinnimaroll post it notes and sticking it on the jug.

"Yeah." Megumi nods.

"Do you think that's scary?" Gojo asks.

"I think it's cool." The boy shrugs.

"Some men don't. They think she doesn't deserve it, or she is too weak to hold such a power - did you know your mama had more disciplinary meetings at school than I did?" Gojo says as he switches the kettle on.

"Why? Yaga-san said you were a nightmare student." Megumi is shocked at the thought.

"I was. But what's the difference between me and your mom?" Gojo says, pulling down 4 mugs. One with two puppies, one with the Winx Club characters on it, another with ‘Daddy Cool’ in big obnoxious yellow writing and the last with the BTS logo in purple.

"She isn't annoying."

"Okay, rude."

"She's a girl."

"Yep. That's why. Your - your Uncle Suguru was special grade too - and he and I did some crazy shit - and we got slaps on the wrist mostly, but your mom was late with a mission report one time because she was sick and they gave her extra work for a month. Aunty Koko too."

"But why?"

"Because weak men fear powerful women."

"That's dumb."

"Super dumb."

“Something girls in my class get notes sent home even though they didn’t do anything really bad.” Megumi scowls.

“That’s why we gotta fight to make sure we’re not part of the problem, and stop boys who are.” Satoru says, placing the heated pastries on the table.

“Like fighting them?”

“Sometimes they’re not even worth the effort, kid. Just stick up for girls and never treat them as anything less than a boy - okay? There’s shit girls deal with that we will never go through or understand.”

“Oh, like the stuff you and mama talked about with the girls my age in the Zen’in clan?”

“Your cousins, yeah.”

“And why the higher ups are dicks to mama’s family?”

“Exactly! You’re so smart you have to have gotten it from me.” Gojo smiles, hands on hips in his frilly apron.

“That’s not even possible.”

“Yes it is, I made it possible.” Satoru’s just winding the 9 year old up at this point.

“You’re impossible.” Megumi growls.

“Your hair’s impossible!” Satoru blows a raspberry.

“A slow start to the day is impossible, apparently.” Came your voice from where you stood leaning against the archway to the kitchen, a sleepy smile on your face in your fluffy blue robe and bunny slippers. Tsumiki padded up behind you, much brighter and a definite morning person.

“Happy international women’s day, my amazing girlie pops!” Satoru claps and scoops you both into the air with ease, giggles resounding through the room.

Megumi just scrunches his nose, staring bewildered at where the man gets his energy.

“Thank you, ‘Toru. You’re very sweet to do this.” You kiss him with a smile and walk to sit down at the table.

“Not as sweet as that a-” Satoru starts, but is swiftly cut off my Megumi’s disgusted groan, unable for his guardians flirting just yet.

You sit down and sniff the bouquet on your chair, delighting in the assortment of your favourite flowers, as Tsumiki does the same beside you.

“Happy women’s day, mama and Tsumiki.” Megumi nods, quiet but clear.

“Thanks, ‘gumi!” Tsumiki smiles, ruffling her younger brother’s spiky black hair.

“Thanks, sweet boy.” You wink at him.

As you go to pour yourself some juice, you can’t stop the giggle at the stick note on the carton.

‘Respect Women Juice’

“Yo, mini-me, did you grab the Doriyaki on the way home?” A 44 year old Satoru asks his 17 year old son who’s entering the kitchen.

“Yeah, I got extra too because ‘Rai’s been crabby so I think she’s due shark week.” The boy says, snatching a mochi from the box before Satoru could.

“Your mom too…” Satoru’s head turns sharply.

“Oh shit.”

“It’s happened…”

“We can do this - dad.” His son says with a straight, serious face as they both examine the calender.

“We just gotta be the best husband, son and brother ever.” Satoru nods.

“Well… that won’t be hard.” Akio smirks, only 2 inches shorter than his dad and growing.

“Of course it won’t. We’re the strongest.” Satoru says, doing his ridiculously intricate secret handshake with his son.

A moment later, two sets of feet pad down the stairs.

43 year old you and your 14 year old daughter walk into the room, your arms snugly wrapped around your little girl’s shoulders.

You knew what to expect on March 8th every year by now, it had been 25 years of it.

“Happy international women’s day, my incredible wife and mind blowing daughter.” Satoru says with a smile and open arms spanning half the kitchen.

“25 years of this and it still gives me butterflies, thank you ‘Toru.” You say, pressing a kiss to your husbands jaw by dragging his collar down to meet you.

“Thanks dad, thanks ‘Kio!” Mirai claps and hugs them both.

“Thank you, mochi.” You say, also dragging your too-tall son’s collar down to press a kiss to his cheek.

As you all sit down to breakfast, and chatter aimlessly, Satoru pulls you to sit on his lap as always.

“Oh, ‘Rai, I’m gonna go into the mall to pick up my new Nikes too - do you want to come?” Akio says, and even though this is a regular occurrence - it warms your heart every time to see that your two babies aren’t only siblings, but also best friends - genuinely enjoying each other’s company and actively seeking each other out. Something tells you that will never change, either.

“Sounds good, do you still want to try that new boba place? The one with the cat logo?” Mirai says, googling the opening times and showing it to her brother.

“Bring me back a brown sugar milk tea?” You plead, the same look on your face as when 17 year old you got excited for boba dates with Satoru.

“Course, Mama. Papa, do you want one?” Mirai asks, her long snowy white hair bushy and wild from bed head inherited from you.

Satoru smiles, hand rubbing circles against your hip as Mirai types his order into her notes.

“Is Aunty Koko still coming over tonight?” Akio asks, looking up at you with eyes just like his father’s.

“She is, I think Uncle Cho too. I was thinking we’d order pizza.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yes, mom - you actually have mind reading technique I swear.” He pats your head as if you weren’t his mother.

The two kids wander to get dressed, leaving you still sipping coffee curled against your husbands broad chest.

Your phone dings with a notification from the family group chat, and Satoru nudges you to open it.

A selfie, clearly taken by Yuuji, face scarred and older but beaming expression unchanged - featuring a taller, sharper 31 year old Megumi with a toddler in each arm, looking out over the ocean at sunset.

“They seem bigger every time I see them.” Satoru laughs.

“The twins or Yuuji and Megs?” You giggle.

“Both. Still can’t believe ‘Gumi had the audacity to grow up so much. I specifically told him to stop.”

“Eh? Satoru - imagine how I feel! Both our sons are at least a foot taller than me! Try talking to a kid when you need a step stool to look them in the eye!” You poke his cheek.

“Nawh, poor baby. You’re as pocket sized as the day I met that pretty girl holding a ladybug waiting for introduction at Jujutsu Tech. Gonna carry you around in my pocket.” Your husband teases, squishing your frowning cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah - alright daddy long legs.”

“Seriously though - we should take another trip to Malaysia, get Cho to stay with the kids. We can ask the boys where they stayed, looks pretty as hell.”

“Let’s do it, pretty boy.” You kiss the corner of his lips.

“You know… the kids are gone all afternoon…” He says, large hands squeezing your waist.

“They are… and it just so happens I just bought something very, very pretty to try on.” You raise an eyebrow, biting your lip.

“Oh? A private fashion show?” He says, thumb on your lower lip.

“Just for my ‘Toru.”

“Invite really fuckin’ accepted, princess.”

[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GUARDIAN ANGEL! GOJO x FEM READER 

Kneeling by your bed, rosary wrapped around your knuckles, lips pressed to the burnished rosewood, you pray. 

God, please send me another guardian angel. 

A blast of static from the TV behind you. 

The one you sent me- 

“Hey, how does the thing work?” Gojo says, accompanied by loud thumps. You cringe in silence. 

He’s strange. 

wc — 3.7k

tags — religion, Gojo has to reckon with the consequences of being the strongest, domesticity, attempted (failed) mugging/attack, Gojo kills a man for you (non graphic), Shoko’s a good friend, bs angel lore, I think of this like a prequel to reader’s villain arc lol,  title from closer by nine inch nails 

You wake up to a man standing over your bed. Understandably, you scramble backwards, hands over knees over legs over feet, all your limbs tangled together, until you bump into your headboard. 

“Hi!” He says cheerily. “Wow, haven’t gotten that reaction in a while, not since- Anyways. I’m Gojo Satoru, your guardian angel. Please make breakfast, it’s 12 pm already and I’m starving. Your sleep habits are terrible.” 

You shake, terrified. Nothing he said has gone through your brain.

“Um, hello? Deep breaths now. It’s really not that serious, can you stop that? Hellooooo,” he’s snapping his fingers in front of your face, trying to get through to you. 

You panic and bat his hand away, but if you can touch him, that means he’s real. You’re not dreaming. There’s a strange man in your house calling himself your guardian angel. You try to pull yourself together enough to make a coherent sentence. What comes out is: 

“Um. Guardian angel. What?” 

“You don’t believe me,” he says. 

You’ve heard it can be dangerous for people suffering from delusions to be forcefully brought out of their dreams. “No,” you say carefully. “I’m sure this is all a big understanding.” 

“No, that’s okay,” he laughs. “I love getting to do this.” 

Massive wings unfurl from his back. It’s a strange sight. The air seems to ripple around them, iridescent ebbs and flows of the universe to make space for the impossible. They seem to sprout right out of his shoulder blades. 

It’s undeniable, irrefutable proof. Your brain can’t process this. It goes back to sleep. 

You wake up to the smell of bacon burning in the kitchen. 

Gojo hums as he cooks, his wings out. You’re almost worried they’ll get caught in the flames when suddenly you have something much more real to worry about. 

“Ow!” He’s about to stick his finger into his mouth when you intervene, scolding him without even thinking about it. 

“That’s dangerous! Don’t put your hands in your mouth, especially not if you’ve been cooking. Come here,” you tug him over to run his hands under the faucet. 

“Who's the guardian angel again?” He teases, amused. 

You answer him with another question. “Why are you cooking, anyways?” 

“You’re starving me! It’s so late and you haven’t made breakfast yet - you know I could report you to the authorities for angel abuse, right?” 

Somehow, you don’t believe him. There may very well be a division in heaven’s bureaucracy dedicated to looking after angels, but something about Gojo is just on the edge of unbelievable, like if you blink too hard, it might disappear without a trace. It’s the wings, probably. 

You’re good at compartmentalizing, so you ignore all of the normal reactions someone would have to an angel randomly appearing in your apartment to instead make breakfast. Gojo already burned your favorite pan, so you stick it in the sink to soak while you rummage around for your second best set. Then you check the fridge. You’re out of butter and eggs. There are just two pieces of bacon left. Is it presumptuous to ask your angel to run errands with you? 

You poke your head out of the fridge to look at Gojo, staring remorsefully at the burnt remains of his once-was-an-egg. He’s nursing the cut on his finger. 

“Do you want to go grocery shopping?”

He smiles at you, slow and syrupy and- 

He can’t do that. He’s beautiful as it is, as if God took extra time crafting him. Smiling only makes his beauty all the more painful, tugging at the strings of your heart. His snow white hair curls against the nape of his neck, a ruthlessly cute detail you notice when he tilts his head at you. 

“I would love to. What’s grocery shopping?” 

Introducing Gojo to the modern world is an exercise in both patience and childish wonder. There’s so much he doesn’t know. He tells you the last time he’s been on Earth was somewhere back in the 90’s.

“Like 1990? That’s pretty recent,” you remark. 

“Like 90 CE.” 

He’s delighted by everything, even the simplest of snacks, and begs you to add them to your cart. Ramune impresses him to no end. He’s enthralled by the taste of ice cream after the nice worker gives him a sample. You might really be reported to the Bureau of Angel Abuse at this point - all he’s interested in is junk food. It takes a while to finally wrangle him away from everything. In a way, it’s your fault because you hesitate to refuse an angel anything, and Gojo wants it all. You only manage to get him to agree to go home once you’ve tired him out. 

There was a sense of reverence, at first. 

There’s an angel living in your home. It’s hard to imagine getting used to that. Walking into the bathroom to the sight of Gojo brushing his teeth shirtless, his wings out, is a sight that will never get old. He manages to transform even the mundane into the divine. The sunlight strikes his hair at just the right angle to glow, giving him a faux-halo. 

“Good morning,” he smiles. “I think I used up all your toothpaste.” 

By day seven, you’ve wised up to Gojo’s tactics. If you don’t say no to anything, he’ll steamroll right over you, so you have to grow a backbone. 

“Oh, Christ? Yeah, we’re old pals. We go wayyyyy back.” 

“Please be quiet while I’m trying to pray.” 

“We’re in the same therapy group, actually. He texts me all the time for advice-“ 

“Gojo. Shut. Up.” 

He’s silent for all of a minute before he pipes up again. “I don’t think capital G up there would appreciate that.” 

You have never missed a day of prayer in your life. No temptation has been able to sway you from your duties. Hunger, thirst, and pain all were swept away in the face of your faith. Were you seriously about to start now, being annoyed to death by a particularly useless angel? 

The best solution to Gojo is always to ignore him. He needs attention like flowers need water. 

Without it, he stalks off to sulk. 

It’s night by the time he returns. He’s flying, which you usually don’t allow him to do, but you’ve driven out to a more remote, private church to pray. It’s owned by an old family friend, who handed you the keys without question. Half of this is for you, to experience god in the sanctity of nature, and half is for Gojo. You hate seeing him cooped up. Part of you feels like you’ve chained him down. You’re a trap in the form of a human, made to keep him grounded. 

He touches down next to you, hair slicked to his forehead in sweat. When he stretches his arms, his wings move simultaneously. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look more alive. He loves nothing like he loves flying, and you’re inclined to agree. 

Maybe you’ll let him take you for another ride tonight. You love the feeling of the wind against your face, the sight of the landscape beneath you when he takes you up, the feeling in your stomach when he tucks his wings in and free-falls for fun. You’re not scared. Gojo would never let anything happen to you. 

You might ask, later. Now, you send him off to the car ahead of you while you lock up. He’s cheerful as he heads off, whistling merrily. You’re glad flying has improved his mood. It’s equally painful for you whenever he’s upset with you. Perhaps it's simply a side effect of being a guardian angel .

The key is in the door when you feel the first hint of danger. 

“All the money in your pockets, ma’am.” 

Polite, for a thief. 

“You’re not from around these parts.” He says as you spin around. “Should’ve known better than to go wandering around these woods alone. Whatever happens next is on you, sweetheart. If only you’d been a little more careful.” 

He has a knife. 

“What do you want? Money? You can have it.” It doesn’t matter much to you. As long as he leaves before Gojo comes back. 

“Sometimes, ma’am, men don’t want anything but a thrill.” 

Then he lunges at you, presses you against the wall, and pins you with a knife to your throat. 

“Don’t scream now. No one would hear you anyways.”

He’s wrong about that part. 

You hear him coming up the path before you see him. 

“What’s taking you so long?” Gojo whines. “I wanna go home and watch Love Island already-oh.” 

“Run!” Gojo might be an angel, but you’ve seen him cut himself making toast. He can bleed like any other man, gold ichor, yes, but blood still. You don’t want to see him hurt. 

Instead, he sizes up your assailant, unfurls those beautiful wings - they always take your breath away - and in one swift move, simply tears you from his grasp. It’s faster than you can blink. 

The man makes a muffled sound of fear and shock as Gojo seems to blink back into existence. You know he’s only moving too fast for your brains to comprehend. 

“Stay here,” he deposits you on the grass behind him. It’s scorched, burned black from the temperature of his wings. 

He turns up the heat. You didn’t think it was possible, but he was clearly holding back. The air seems to melt around him, heat waves shimmering off his skin, his white feathers. They glow with an otherworldly light, radiating heat. 

You didn’t know true glory until this moment, and it frightens you. All other versions of blue fade in favor of Gojo’s eyes - a single, unyielding truth. He is a piece of heaven on earth, burning up. His anger is righteous. Holy. His true nature melts away his human appearance. 

He’s a seraph, one of the highest order of angels.  

You’ve never seen him fight before, don’t know how he gets his weapons or where he puts them. It just appears out of thin air. He carries a flaming sword in one hand, its pommel is white marble, its blade glass. Contrary to common belief, his voice doesn’t boom. In fact it’s all the more threatening because it is soft, a whisper so clearly heard it defies the laws of the world just because it can. 

He raises the sword like an executioner and judge all in one. 

You barely have time to close your eyes in horror when you realize what he’s about to do. 

Real angels are not like the watered down, commercialized ones you can find today in any young adult TV show. Real angels are bloody. Real angels are the hand of God, ruthless and violent.

Real angels have no mercy. 

You open your eyes again when you feel the now familiar heat on your skin. 

He’s standing before you, beaming. It’s clear he expects praise. In heaven, it might’ve been given to him. 

You can only stare at him in fear, not awe.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He steps closer, his burning wings flapping. “It’s okay. I got rid of him. You’re safe now.” 

You’re ashamed a split second after it happens because it’s so pathetic, but you can’t help it. Your animal instincts react instinctively to the threat, sending you skittering back on your palms and ass away from him. 

He freezes. His wings remain moving. Perhaps, like a shark and its gills, he simply can’t stop. 

“You’re afraid of me,” he says, stunned. “Why are you afraid of me?” 

The heat from his wings is baking your face. You’re afraid if you speak, your skin will crack. Still, Gojo shows no signs of leaving you alone. If anything, he’s about to get closer. 

“Stop,” you squeak. You throw out your hands in front of you like the world’s most useless shield. Your eyes are watering from looking into his radiance. 

Helpless, Gojo does something he hasn’t done since he was just a newborn angel. 

He asks for help. 

Shoko Ieri looks nothing like him, so that answers one question you’ve always had. Gojo tells you she’s another angel, although you don’t see her wings past the first minute you’ve met. After Gojo summons her to the scene and she catches the way you look at him, she keeps them carefully folded in. 

She helps you into the passenger seat when you can’t make your legs move to walk back to your car. You won’t let Gojo touch you, feeling torn at the look on his face when you flinch back from him. 

He’s sitting on a stool at the island while Shoko checks you over for injuries in the kitchen. There’s no major damage, just the after effects of shock and adrenaline working through your system. 

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” He says, hurt and confused. 

“You fucking idiot. You colossal blockhead. You-“ Shoko pauses, not because she’s run out of things to say, but because she has too many. “It’s not about you, right now, okay? I know it’s hard for you to get your head out of your ass, but can you at least try to be supportive?” 

Gojo makes a noise like he wants to protest, but you shift your weight and that draws his attention back to you. The look on your face makes him fall silent.

Shoko leaves after she’s completed her examination, though she doesn’t leave you helpless. 

“Do you want to come with me?” She says, carefully. “I understand if you don’t want to be left alone with him right now.” 

You shake your head. 

“Listen, I know Gojo scared you. I’m sorry. He shouldn’t have. He’s always been too reckless - ugh. The stories I could tell you. But I promise you, he will never hurt you - not just because he cares about you, but because he’s literally not allowed to. He’s your guardian angel.” 

“I know,” you say, and that’s the end of that. 

There’s an uncomfortable silence after Shoko leaves. You’re not sure how to navigate the once easy relationship between you and Gojo now. Always unable to keep still, he breaks the silence first. 

“Do you want to talk about it now?” He says softly. Everything about him is dulled, even the gleam of his brilliant hair. He’s back within his human skin, even more modestly than before, as if he has taken care to seal up every crack that his true nature could spill out of. 

You choose your first question carefully. “Why has the lord sent a seraph to watch over me?” 

Seraphs are the highest level of the hierarchy of angels. They maintain the order of the world, fulfilling God’s will. For one to have come to you- 

True horror is sinking in. You love your saints. You worship them devoutly, knowing each story by heart. You could trace a path through the church library of all the books you’ve read on them, giving the history of each spine. 

You do not want to be one of your saints. 

Joan of Arc died at 19. Saint Agatha was canonized for being tortured violently.

By sending you such a strong protector, your lord may be condemning you to die young, but that’s not why you cry. You cry because you are too weak to fulfill his command. 

Life is sweet. You don’t want to give up the taste of tart oranges on your tongue, the feeling of the babbling creek over your feet, the songs of the birds in the morning. You don’t want to give up Gojo’s wake up calls, or the feeling of flying. 

All these selfish, worldly pleasures should mean nothing to you when faced with the lord’s call, and yet- 

You resent it still. 

You’re so confused by it all. Why were you given such a burden and told nothing about it? What does any of it mean? 

“I don’t know. I’m sorry. We don’t get told anything but who we were assigned to.” 

“Okay,” you say. 

“That’s it? Okay? I scare the shit out of you, and all you have to say is okay?” 

“Gojo, I don’t want to fight anymore. Let me just go to bed, please.” 

You’re woken up not by the light of Gojo’s halo, as you’ve gotten used to when he comes to your room demanding breakfast, but by the sun. The curtains are open, and sunbeams stream in over your pillow. 

Gojo is in the kitchen making - not burning - breakfast. He doesn’t turn when you pad into the kitchen on slippered feet, but you know he knows you’re there. You’re feeling much better. Sleep has refreshed you from the major shock to your system last night, and now you feel almost half bad for your reaction to him. He only wanted to help you, after all. 

It’s not his fault he’s strong. At the end of the day, he’s just another gear in the universe, like you. Neither of you are important enough to be privy to the greater, divine plan, not even a seraph. You shouldn’t have snapped at him. You’re in this together. 

You stand on tiptoe behind him to peer over his shoulder into the pan. 

“I’m making you breakfast,” he says. Is it just you, or does he seem almost shy? 

What an impact you’ve had on him. Your heart breaks. You’ve only known him to be bold and uncaring of human customs like politeness. You didn’t think it would upset you to see him learn manners, and yet- 

It’s a consequence of your rejection last night, as if he’s worried you’ll pull away again. This isn’t what you wanted, ever. 

“We should talk,” you say. 

“Yeah. We should.” He still won’t turn around, avoiding eye contact. 

Before you can speak, he blurts out, “ Do you not want me to be your angel anymore?”

“Of course not,” you say, reaching out for him. He’s hesitant to let you pull him closer, take his hands in yours. “Gojo, why would you think that?” 

“You’re scared of me,” he says, almost petulantly, like a sulking child. “You don’t like me anymore.” 

“Gojo,” you can think of nothing to say but his name. Sweet Gojo. Selfish Gojo. Gojo, who you’ve gotten used to having around. Gojo, who has infiltrated your life and now thinks to leave like you can kick him out like that. Like you would. Gojo, who you’re fond of in a way you can’t articulate, despite the way he takes and takes from you. Gojo, who you’re willing to keep, despite everything. 

Gojo, who you care about, enough to want him to stay. 

Gojo, who cares about you, enough to want to leave. 

He takes this like a rebuff and wrenches his hands out of yours. 

You grab his face and forcefully drag his attention back to you. His eyes are wild like a trapped animal, but there’s no sign of fire. He’s carefully dampened any kind of godliness in him.

“Oh, Gojo. Please don’t. I want you with me, I promise. I would never ask you to leave.”

“You don’t have to,” he says grimly. A soldier to the end. He knows how to do the hard things. Sometimes, you have to cut the rot out before the wound festers. 

“I am scared of you - please don’t make that face. You’re breaking my heart.”

“Your heart? What about mine?” He bristles. 

“I trust you. Let me prove it. Take your wings out again. Show me your true self.” 

“After seeing how you reacted?” He scoffs, turning defensive. You’ve exhausted his goodness, and now his emotions are getting the better of him, making the situation ugly. But you knew this would happen. 

You know him. 

And you know how to deal with him. 

“Come on,” you say.  “Think of it like exposure therapy.” 

“I don’t want to see you look at me like that again,” he admits.

“I know you won’t hurt me,” you say. “Please. Do you trust me?” 

He ends up on the ground cross legged, his wings spread, back to you. His wings are fiery, but carefully controlled. He won’t burn you. 

You start small, running your hands all over his wings. They rustle underneath your touch like startled animals. When you tug gently at the ends, extending them to their full length, you realize how monstrous his wingspan truly is. From tip to tip, they’re larger than a grown man is tall. Your fingers creep along the thin ridge of his radius, deceptively thin beneath your fingers. If you didn’t know better, it would snap easily with just the barest hint of pressure. 

He makes a small noise. You jerk back, worried you’ve actually bent the bone, but he’s fine. He pushes his wings back under your hands like a puppy seeking attention. 

From the radius, you trail along the top edge to his metacarpus, then down to his feathers, all the way back to his scapula. From there, it’s only a few inches over to his actual shoulder blades. He shudders when you touch him there, your fingertips lightly grazing over the bone. You press down gently. His muscles flex under your skin, tense and wound up. 

You realize that he's been suspiciously quiet for a while. He’s too still, as if he’s purposely holding himself in place. Have you hurt him without knowing? Would he tell you if you had?

“Gojo?” You pull your hands away from his wings and he shudders as if he’s been burned. “Look at me.” 

He won’t turn, so you grab him by the chin and force his head up so you can look him in the face. Even down on the floor like this, he’s tall. His face is pink, his eyes wide like he’s been stunned. He looks almost like he’s in pain.

“What’s wrong? Why didn’t you say anything? Does it hurt?” You fret over him. 

“Doesn’t,” he says hoarsely. “Feels too good.” 

You freeze. It’s this sight of an angel in all his celestial grace wrecked by your touch, brought down by just the brush of your fingers, that makes you realize it. 

It feels good to have an angel at your feet. 

[lightlycareless]

naoaki coming back to the estate only to find naoya and y/n having an intense make out session 🤭 also when hinata finds out y/n is inlove with naoya, she would beat up gojo because he jinxed it 😭

Hello!!!!!

Omg yesssssss however...

This would be highly embarrassing for all parties involved hahahahaha

But you know what it reminds me of? This video right here. God, there's so many things I could go from here like.

If this was the child au (when Y/N and Naoya are a bit older) this is how Naoaki finds out they're dating. He'd leave the room immediately.

Highschool AU, they'd be caught by Gojo, who would take pictures to blackmail them with :) And that's how everyone knows they're dating now.

But going back to Naoaki, ngl I'd like to see his reaction (he'd be getting a taste of his own medicine if you know what I mean)

Warnings: spoilers for my main fic, I believe. Slightest, tiniest hint of smut. Someone gets a reality check.

Happy reading!

Naoaki rushed back to the estate as soon as the mission was over. He always did, but as of lately, he’s doing it more— and it's no surprise why.

Ever since you came into his life, you're all he thinks of. From the beginning of the day to when he goes to sleep, Naoaki can't wait for the moment he’ll be able to see you and the lovely way your face brightens up when seeing him again, getting to hear your chirpy voice telling him of all the things you’ve done while he’s away, and maybe, if he’s lucky enough, how much you miss him too.

He doesn't care that you're Naoya’s wife. Wasn’t really an issue since he’s been nothing but disrespectful towards you; what claim can he make, demanding to keep away from you and respect him?

Everyone knows he doesn't deserve you, especially him. So what does it matter if his brother gets close to you?

Besides, it's not like anything is ever going to happen between Naoya and you. You hate him too much to allow it.

So in a way, he’s relaxed when arriving at the estate.

Kind of, for Naoaki is still worried that Naoya's suspension, where he's forced to stay back home until it's over, could easily provide him a moment to torment you.

And that… Well, he wouldn't be that far off.

Only it's not quite how he imagined it.

“Y/N—are you here…?” Naoaki is just a mere seconds away from knocking your bedroom door when it suddenly slides open, you scurrying out soon after, with a flustered face and disheveled appearance, which you try to fix before he notices, eventually acknowledging him.

“Naoaki!” You breathe, threading one of your unruly hairs behind your ear. “I didn't… I wasn't expecting you to come back!”

“I thought I'd… surprise you.” He admits, eyes focused on the swollen appearance of your lips, the fidgeting of your fingers against the collar of your kimono, and was that a… “... Are you ok?”

“Yeah!” You gasp, fervently nodding your head. “I'm fine! I was just, you know, laying a bit! Tired from all that work. Have you eaten? I'm sure you're starving!”

“No, I haven't” Naoaki, obviously, gets the feeling that you're trying to rush him away from your room. But why?

Is there another reason behind your flustered, suspicious behavior? Or maybe he caught you in an… inappropriate time?

“Well then, that can't be!” You say, quickly grabbing him by the arm and pulling in the direction of the kitchen. “Let's get you something to eat first!”

“Wait, Y/N— I don't—” and perhaps because he was tired, or simply caught off guard by everything, Naoaki can't do anything but allow you to guide him away.

Away from the rising suspicions he harbored towards your unusual appearance, your odd behavior, or the sounds coming from inside your chambers…

Naoaki, even then, was willing to push all aside and simply enjoy his reunion with you—had he kept his sight on the hallways, instead of turning back to your room, giving it one last glance and getting a sight that would forever mark his conscience: an equally disheveled Naoya exiting the doors.

Although subtle, the impression of what the two were doing there was clear in the way he fixed his pants, followed by the marks on his neck, or even the lack of an undershirt…

Naoaki didn't want to concede and admit what transpired, but it's not like he had much of a choice anyways when Naoya proceeded, with little to no shame.

“Y/N!” Naoya suddenly calls, a noise that immediately makes you stop, hesitantly turning around as your cheeks become redder and redder, to see him.

“...Yes?” you squeaked.

“Once you're done, head back to my room. I'd like to pick up where we left off.” Is all that he says, with an arrogant smirk plastered on his face that was undeniably directed to Naoaki, before turning around and retreating into the hallways.

You don't give any time for Naoaki to say anything before you're tugging him back away towards the kitchen, the path there completely silent as his new reality begins to settle in his mind.

It was almost cruel the way he found out, almost as if the universe decided to cruelly play a trick on him, toying with his worst fears, destroying what he thought invincible, and mock him with it.

But Naoaki would have to learn that the universe doesn't work that way. All had simply been work of his own delusions, thinking that just because there was a rift, he'd be able to step in and fill that void.

It was never meant to be that way. Not at all.

You and Naoya were fated together for a reason, Naoaki just needed a bit of time to see that.

Naoaki you fool... Did you really think you were to stay with y/n? Nope :) I mean, at least not in the main story I mean what.

Anyways, this is a direct call back to that one time Ranta saw Naoaki leave y/n's room and he was like oh no Naoya not better see BUT HE DID. Oh, those were the days.

As for Hinata, you can be 100% sure she's going to beat gojo's ass for even thinking something like that. :) I wonder what her reaction would be to seeing the two tho...

Anyways, I hoped you enjoy this silly thing I wrote hahahah I don't even know if this is what you wanted, but it did rub one of my guilty pleasures so... 😏

But thank you for sending in this ask :>

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[fortunatelyenchantingtaco]

Sukugo fluff part 2

The first Sukuna does after meeting Gojo is asking Uraume for information about the man.

The first thing Satoru does after meeting Uncuna is gushing to his mothers that this man could snap him in half.

Part 1

After further interrogating the brat and, by extension, Jin (who was verry haply to yap about another parent) he found out that Gojo is a pretty recent addition to their class. Yuuta is older, but he missed some classes before, so joined them sometimes. In Yuuji’s words “he’s super cool!”. Both father and son, presumably, though they had different surnames. Unfortunately, they didn’t have that much to tell about the man, cause apparently someone else usually picks up Yuuta. The only thing was that he always has candy on hand.

The Gojo, his mind accentuates. One of the strongest sorcerers, the owner of infinity. Sukuna can’t decide whether he wants to fight him or take him on a date. He wants to see those fabled eyes.

“Do you know anything about Satoru Gojo?” He asks Uraume because they have a habit of keeping tabs on everyone. They look at him a bit weirdly, but not.

“Hard not to. Is there something you wanted to know?”

“Is he single?”

*****

Katsumi was never worried about Satoru the way Ai worries about him on a daily basis. She knows he’s selective about who to hang out with, and passing this selection is a terribly complicated job, but not impossible. He’s finicky and airy, but not stupid. If no one picked his interest that just means it’s not yet time. Her darling boy was a smart cookie, responsible, steering his clan in a better direction and taking care of a boy without family. Suffice it to say, when he appears with his son in his hands and an impish grin, she’s not surprised. Ai, who was just getting out of the car and opened her mouth to thank Katsumi for galiantly opening the door for her, slowly sinked back into her seat. The worrywort, Katsumi thinks fondly.

“I got Yuuta, but thanks for coming,” he says. The boy sniffles into his neck and Katsumi looks closer and then cooes gently at the craped knee. Yuuta had just gotten comfortable with going to his school, what a pity to end his lucky streak. “Yuu~,” Satoru sings. “I know you can heal it yourself,” the scrape quickly heals back up, but the boy keeps quiet. “What, did you miss me?” He teases. “I missed you too,” Satoru gently kisses his forehead and Yuuta finally raises his head.

“Welcome back,” he sniffles and Satoru laughs warmly, settling them both into the car. Katsumi sits back behind the steering wheel, while Ai watches Satoru put Yuuta into the seat.

“What, are you too cool to greet your mother now?” She asks and Satoru laughs.

“Hi mum, hello mother,” he says obediently, tugging down the blindfold. “You won’t believe who I just met at the school!” Katsumi starts the car and hums questioningly. “Ryomen Sukuna!” Satoru announces with a grin and Ai chokes. “He’s taller than me, can you imagine? And those muscles! Damn,” he sighs dreamily and Katsumi almost stops the car. Ai turns to her with wide eyes — pretty pretty green — and then turns back to Satoru. She needs to focus on the road, but these are some news.

[honeycreammilkshake]

hello there honey i really enjoyed your analysis on sukuna and yujis relationship they're so overlooked by the vast majority of the fandom despite being the mcs and it makes me happy some of us appreciate their dynamic i might be unsatisfied with geges overall handling of the story and how it took so long to really focus on these two but he wrote them very compelling despite everything. it makes me frustrated because it could've been even more of a punch if we didn't focus so much on everything else and i adore some characters but it came at the expense of not doing enough with his mcs which even if some people don't want them to be its still yuji and sukuna.

anyhow a small little detail i wanted to point out about 265 is yuji up to that point had been treating and referring to sukuna as a curse, but while in his domain while they're fishing he baits him by saying "cant the strongest sorcerer do this?" and its baiting him obvs and hitting at his ego but he still referred to him as a sorcerer and he's the only one to do so to my knowledge everyone else including himself refers to him as the king of curses, something that he was seen as by everyone since the heian era, a curse, and that he still believes he is right to 268. i really wanted gege to expand on why yuji sympathies with him, we can deduce why and it he clearly does but i wanted to see his exact thoughts what changed, maybe he found out by gojo about his family when he talked to him and realized sukuna was his relative? i mean there's more reasons why he sympathized with him clearly as you very well pointed out in your post but still this is why im dissatisfied with the writing they could've explained it better.

what are your thoughts? i hope we get to focus on yuji at least in the next chapters or im going to lose it. do you have any hope that sukuna ended up accepting yujis offer? i think the scene ended abruptly... i want them back together its so frustrating and while it fits and i can see gege leaving it like that it just doesn't feel right to me

hi, jenjen!! (do you mind if i call you that?)

thank you so much for reading that mess of a post. i had a lot of sukuita feels and just spilled my thoughts in one entire go. it's sad that they're so overlooked because they're unironically the best thing about jjk. like yeah there's a lot of cool characters in jjk but sukuna is literally a god of chaos and devastation that somehow got stuck in the body of an unhinged teenager who would sacrifice his own life for strangers.

they're two different extremes trapped within the same body, but as the story goes on we see they're a lot more similar than they first appear. like yin and yang, the two extremes that often oppose each other but are also inseparably complimentary to each other. there is soooooo much to explore with that dynamic, and i'm forever heartbroken we didn't get to have more focus on these two because they are honestly amazing.

anyhow a small little detail i wanted to point out about 265 is yuji up to that point had been treating and referring to sukuna as a curse, but while in his domain while they're fishing he baits him by saying "cant the strongest sorcerer do this?" and its baiting him obvs and hitting at his ego but he still referred to him as a sorcerer and he's the only one to do so to my knowledge everyone else including himself refers to him as the king of curses, something that he was seen as by everyone since the heian era, a curse, and that he still believes he is right to 268.

your point about that one scene in 265 is so goooood <3

as you said, up until that point yuuji had only been referring to sukuna as a curse, even though that's not technically true. but to yuuji, sukuna is more of a curse than some curses are. this is part of my theory that yuuji is the only one that sees right through sukuna. almost everyone else admires sukuna or only sees him as something to test their strength against.

yuuji is the only one who actually hates sukuna. yuuji even wants to destroy him because he knows sukuna is a murdering, cannibalizing force of death and devastation. and sukuna hates yuuji because the brat represents everything that goes against sukuna's cursed and selfish nature.

they both stand for everything the other hates, yet it's so interesting that they somehow understand each other better than anyone else does. (more on that later >.<)

what i really love about this scene is yuuji's teasing nature. he's not being mocking or sarcastic. he's both stroking sukuna's ego and, with light playfulness, is giving him a kind of recognition (as a sorcerer, not a curse) that nobody else has. you were completely right with that, jenjen.

and it's just so sudden that it happens. actually, everything about this chapter was so sudden and unexpected.

the fact that sukuna is willfully going along with all of this when he would strike down and destroy people for daring to even order him about (like nanako and mimiko). yet he indulges yuuji over and over again.

yuuji is literally telling sukuna what to do, but sukuna doesn't even reprimand him. actually, he pays attention to yuuji. (also i love how everything is always so "special case" and "different" with them like that don't even know how they arrived in yuuji's little mind palace and sukuna looks freaked out about it but he still listens to yuuji, he still does whatever yuuji asks him to... that's truly amazing.)

this scene in particular was really interesting to me. as you pointed out earlier yuuji only ever referred to sukuna as a curse and treated him like one, too. during his conversation with mahito, yuuji says that his purpose in all this is to just kill curses, sukuna especially, as that's the end goal of everything yuuji did.

yet here yuuji is, decidedly not killing sukuna and instead giving the king of courses his entire life story. yuuji's being the most open and vulnerable about himself than he's ever been, and it's all for the infamous king of curses who cares only for himself, the enemy yuuji hates and wants to see destroyed.

yet the way sukuna remains uncharacteristically quieter through all of it, looking like he's honestly reflecting or considering what yuuji just said, and how he gives this meaningful pause after yuuji describes how empty the town he was raised in became. yuuji says he expected it to be that way and sukuna looks almost thoughtful about that.

something similar happens a little bit later on when yuuji's talking about how there's a smaller amount of insects now than when he was younger.

what i noticed about both of these moments is that yuuji is talking about changes that happened for him. changes in the place he was raised and changes in the life he used to see more of that he doesn't now.

sukuna isn't affected by change. he's the strongest, he does whatever pleases him and doesn't care about anyone but himself. but yuuji cares about these little things, these changes that affect him, these small details that stay in his memory. that's such a contrast to sukuna's mindset, which is that every human tastes fleeting. and here yuuji is, sharing his memories about these tiny things with sukuna, these "tastes" that have stuck with him. because it's little details like yuuji losing his slime toy or drinking sweet milk tea when it snows that makes him who he is as a person. but does sukuna have any kind of memories like these? anything that connects him to being human like yuuji? maybe that is why yuuji is showing sukuna all these everyday normal things. he knows sukuna doesn't have memories like this, so maybe showing him yuuji's own might trigger something in him, something deep down. he wanted sukuna to open up with him too, maybe.

all of this is such a strong contrast to how other sorcerers and curses treat sukuna. they only approach him with the intent to try to overpower him or maybe to try to gain his favor. yuuji isn't doing anything like that. he isn't bargaining or making violent demands. there's no fighting. it's the most tender they have been with each other so far. (sukuna not killing yuuji the moment that brat asked him to do anything is sukuna being tender imo... he would have crushed anyone else for daring to do such a thing.)

it's just... it's so fascinating how yuuji hated sukuna for being so inhuman before, but now he's suddenly treating sukuna like he is human. he's acknowledging that sukuna was human even if the king of curses doesn't want to be seen as that anymore. and it's beautifully complex and should have been explored far deeper.

i really wanted gege to expand on why yuji sympathies with him, we can deduce why and it he clearly does but i wanted to see his exact thoughts what changed, maybe he found out by gojo about his family when he talked to him and realized sukuna was his relative? i mean there's more reasons why he sympathized with him clearly as you very well pointed out in your post but still this is why im dissatisfied with the writing they could've explained it better.

i am right with you on this one, too. chapter 265 was almost like a dream for me. jjk is hardly romantic at all. even a lot of other action manga includes at least a little romantic subplot... yet the most romantic scenes we get in this series are these date-like interactions between sukuna and yuuji, who supposedly hate each other, yet i guess they're out there doing archery together??

(sukuna getting another perfect archery shot just to impress his demanding little boyfriend <3 i love how serious he looks here, too, he's really playing up that coolness factor)

you also made another great point about how yuuji suddenly took a lot more emotional interest in sukuna now than he did before. i wonder if that conversation yuuji had before gojo died was about sukuna being related to yuuji? maybe part of him lit up on the inside because he actually has family, even if it's the murderous demon god that wants to destroy him and everything that he loves? or maybe he felt some kind of closeness while sukuna was inside of him that he misses now?

i really wish that we got more scenes like this with these two. i want to understand yuuji's thought process for trying to reason with sukuna and to maybe even get him to open up, too.

it's sad that gege took so long to focus on these two again. there were so many more interactions we could have had, so many more meaningful insights into both of their characters.

but this chapter did a lot all in one take.

i said earlier that sukuna and yuuji understand each other really well, and i believe that's true because not only are they the only ones who spent so much time being soul-crushingly close to one another, they also get under each other's skin far more than anyone else does. sukuna loves to torment yuuji because he knows just how caring and compassionate yuuji is. he rubs it in that he killed thousands of people during the shibuya arc and that he possessed the body of yuuji's friend. but yuuji also knows just how to rile up sukuna and he fights sukuna hard, he never gives up, and i think sukuna secretly admires that about yuuji.

and this chapter showed us how they understand each other yet again.

this conversation, to me, shows two very important things. one is that, despite already feeling it's a lost cause, yuuji still tries to convince sukuna to accept the mercy he's showing him, to understand yuuji's perspective as well. but sukuna's response to this is more layered than it first seems, in my opinions.

as we've seen, sukuna uses a lot of backhanded insults and contradicting statements with yuuji. he simultaneously calls the brat weak and uninteresting, but is disappointed when yuuji lost against choso (sukuna was paying a suspicious amount of interest during that fight scene for someone who considers yuuji to be so worthless) and looks reluctantly impressed or even surprised at yuuji's abilities.

yet when anyone else gives sukuna a hard time or challenge, sukuna shows them respect or even gives them praise. he does no such thing with yuuji, at all. in fact, all he does is mock and discredit yuuji, so sometimes the actual words he uses is a roundabout way he's actually acknowledging yuuji getting under his skin. and i think his words here, "i'm astounded at how spineless you are," can be taken as a form of that reluctant and contradicting acknowledgment.

even if sukuna doesn't accept what yuuji is saying, i think he knows yuuji is being sincere. he has to feel like he's guarded against it though, so he easily dismisses yuuji, and that's why my second important thing from this conversation is how yuuji still doesn't give up.

sukuna knows yuuji can kill him. he's getting back up into a corner now. but instead of going in for any kind of demands, yuuji is giving sukuna mercy. a second chance. a choice.

even though he knows sukuna refuses to see things yuuji's away, to accept yuuji's ideals of valuing life, he still offers a chance at mercy for sukuna.

sukuna, who has deliberately proved over and over again that he doesn't deserve mercy or empathy, and yuuji understands this. he accepts that sukuna is unsympathetic and a monster.

even when sukuna is dying, yuuji shows him that mercifulness once more. he's far more gentle and compassionate to him than sukuna deserves.

the fact that he still wants to live with sukuna. either a longing for family or the closeness they once shared when yuuji was his vessel or both. he genuinely cares about sukuna. and i think sukuna knows that.

so that's why it's another insult to undermine yuuji's efforts and empathy when sukuna says this offer is yuuji just "acting the fool" when i think he knows truly that yuuji wouldn't be so unserious about such a big thing.

but one thing that hit me hard is how sukuna calls the brat by his full name this time. something he has never done before. just like yuuji called him a sorcerer that one time too. it's like sukuna's admitting deep down he was touched, but he just can't accept yuuji's mercy. that would kill his persona, his reputation as the king of curses. it would make him more human. and he refuses to be anything but inhuman.

the original japanese had quotes around "curse" and that was important for a reason. sukuna wanted to be seen only as a curse would be seen.

as gojo said. love is the greatest curse of all. and sukuna is the king of curses. so it's very fitting indeed that sukuna died in the hands of perhaps the one person who ever really saw him, or understood him, or loved him.

thank you for your ask btw, jenjenpup. i really loved reading your thoughts on this. thanks for bearing with me on all my rabid rants about these two. i hope i answered your ask well enough.

so glad to have you in the sukuita cult, too <3

[ilythecolorpink]

An Unexpected Guest (Yuji Itadori x gn reader)

You and Yuji Itadori have been dating for two whole months, but due to your respective lifestyles, you rarely get a full day to yourselves. So, when Itadori said he was free and would take you on a date, you were thrilled at the prospect of having him to yourself. However, Ryomen Sukuna had to join in too.

It was a Saturday evening, you were in the taxi as you were arriving at the restaurant that Itadori had picked out. You were dressed in fancier attire since you two never had time to go on a date, he always promised to whenever you both had the chance. You felt the car stop as you noticed that you had arrived, you stepped out of the car and made your way to the entrance. As you cross through the rows of tables, your boyfriend, who is wearing a black suit, a red collared shirt, and his pink hair slightly combed back, comes into view.

As he stands up from his seat and gestures enthusiastically, you can see that he is carrying something behind his back. Then he says, "Hey baby, you look so beautiful, I also got you these." He pulls his hand from behind his back, revealing a rose bouquet. When you accept them, you give a gentle grin and remark, "Oh, Yuji, that's so sweet of you, thank you." I then offer him a kiss before pulling him into a warm embrace. Itadori grinned broadly and said, "I hope you like this place. Nanamin recommended it, so I just had to know what it was all about."

After rubbing his neck Itadori pulls out the chair for me as I prepare to sit down and I remark, "Thank you, honey; I love it." He says, "I was so happy when Gojo said I could have some free time, I just knew right away that I wanted to spend time with you." As he and I sit down. I respond with a charming smile, "I was excited too, honestly, I was surprised as we barely have any time to just relax," and he holds my hands with a twinkle in his honeydew brown eyes. Then he gives you a tender look and says, "You do look so beautiful tonight; I mean, just everything about you is perfect." As I put my palm on my cheek in an embarrassed manner, I reply, "You flatter me, but really thank you, you know you look very handsome." He blushes and touches his neck before saying, "wow, ahem, thank you."

When our dinner finally does arrive after a while of ordering, you notice Itadori continuously reaching for his glass of water as you inquire, "Are you okay my love?" Then, in a shaky reply, he says, "I'm fine, baby, don't worry about it." I ask him, "Are you nervous?" because I'm worried. He gives me a confused expression before responding, "No, not at all, it's just that something feels off."

After saying that, Sukuna says, "Well hello darling, don't you look lovely" with his mouth making an appearance on Itadori's cheek. As I blatantly inquire, "Sukuna, why are you here?" I blush at the forwardness. In an attractive tone, he continues, "Oh why does that matter, what matters is, if I had full control over this brat's body, I could have done a whole lot better." Itadori then exclaims annoyingly, "Sukuna please shut up, what do you want?" Sukuna irritated says “Can’t you see I’m busy” Still agitated, Itadori states, "I was here first, and they are my partner."

Following that he apologizes profusely and turns to face me, saying, "I'm so sorry, if you want, I can tell him to leave." "You don't want me to leave, do you love?" Sukuna exclaims. Itadori yells at Sukuna, "Sukuna please stop, can't you just leave us alone." Next, Sukuna said, "Now what's the fun in that" Itadori only sighed as he placed his fingers on his forehead, Sukuna went quiet before stating “You know I could kill all these people if I so wanted to.”

Upon hearing that, Itadori slaps his cheek to silence Sukuna, but before he can, Sukuna has already left, upset Itadori says, "Did he really just have me slap myself?" Then, as I tenderly place my hand on his cheek, with worry I reply, “My love, are you okay?" he continues “Don’t worry I should have expected it. Look I’m sorry for him, he can really be a pain in my ass sometimes, I promise I will make it up to you.” I then flirtatiously retort, "Well you can make it up to me by kissing me." Itadori blushes slightly as he tenderly kisses me and then pulls away, saying, "I love you so much." I chuckle and retort, "I love you too Yuji."

A/N: I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS, GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU. I LOVE YOU GUYS.

[daisynik7]

A Bento for Kento

Chapter 3: Love Language

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: none, just fluff and delicious food

Summary: You do some internet sleuthing. Ren visits Jujutsu High for the first time. Nanami keeps a secret in his pocket. And a wild Gojo appears!

Notes: This chapter’s bento is inspired by this recipe: Chicken Meatballs. Thanks for all those that have read, reblogged, liked, and/or commented so far, hope you’re enjoying it!

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This week’s bento features teriyaki chicken meatballs over a bed of white rice with a side of steamed broccoli. You elegantly drizzle teriyaki sauce on the top, the finishing touch is a sprinkle of sesame seeds. Aesthetics matter, you think to yourself, impressed by your arrangement. You repeat the meticulous process inside the Hello Kitty bento box.

When you’re done, you admire your creation. An idea pops in your head, inspired by the many viral videos you’ve watched. As a cute, personal touch, a small note can be included in the meal. It’s usually words of affirmation, sometimes even a funny joke. You take two sticky notes from your desk and write a different message on each, smiling proudly as you insert each one inside the cover of the containers.

Ren comes out of his room, ready for his Monday lesson. He joins you at the table to eat breakfast. “Morning, sis!”

“Morning! Are you excited for your lessons this week?” you ask, taking a bite out of your toast.

“Yeah! We might do one of our lessons out of the office. Nanami said he wants to show me around the school. I’m excited.” He takes a forkful of eggs into his mouth, grinning. 

“That sounds fun. It’s nice to change scenery once in a while.” You take a sip of coffee. “So do you like your mentor? Nanami, right?”

“Yup, he’s pretty cool. At first, he seems super serious, which he totally is. But I think we’re getting along well. He knows I’m taking these lessons seriously. I think that’s why he likes me.”

“Is he the grumpy old teacher type?” you ask, jokingly.

He chuckles. “He’s definitely grumpy. But he’s not old. He’s probably your age.”

This sparks your curiosity. You can’t help but wonder what he looks like, just to put a face to a name.

Ren continues. “Anyways, we’re making a lot of progress together. He’s a really good teacher. He’s opened my eyes to a lot of things.”

Part of your smile fades as you say, “Well, it sounds like you’re learning a lot from this Nanami guy. I hope you’re not planning on replacing me with him.” You’re kidding, of course, though there is a hint of actual jealously there. 

Smirking, he reassures, “Don’t be jealous, sis! He’s not as fun as you are, trust me. I told you, he’s super serious. Sometimes I wonder what he does fun. He probably reads.”

“Hey, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that!” you exclaim, throwing a grape at him. “He sounds interesting. I should meet him one day, just to size him up.”

In all seriousness, you actually want to check this guy out, confirm that this man isn’t negatively influencing your sibling in any way. You still have no idea what these “lessons” consist of, or what this Jujutsu High is. This creep could be teaching your baby brother how to be a deviant.

Finished with breakfast, he gets up to retrieve his backpack, bentos packed securely in place. “You have nothing to worry about. He’s a good guy.” He pats you affectionately on the shoulder before leaving.

You sit at the table for a little while longer, contemplating while you play with the stray crumbs on your plate. Minutes later, you text Ren:

You: What’s your mentor’s full name again?

Ren: Kento Nanami

Ren: why?

You: just curious, thanks!

Let the internet sleuthing begin.

~~~

This week, Nanami plans to take Ren on a tour of Jujutsu High. He insisted Gojo visit sometime on Monday to give Ren an overview of the rules and general layout, hoping to prepare his student before he first steps foot on campus. It can be overwhelming for a first timer, he’s well aware of that.

As expected, Gojo does not give him an exact time for when he’ll arrive. Nanami’s attempts at extracting an answer from his flake of a friend are useless. I’ll get there when I get there, Nanamin! I’m a busy man! is all Gojo texts him, after being pestered for the third time about his current location.

The day isn’t wasted, however. In typical fashion, Nanami planned accordingly with some new material to teach Ren, already predicting this type of behavior from Gojo. Lunch time approaches and he still hasn’t shown up. Growing impatient, Nanami decides to take their break now. If Gojo pops in while they’re eating, he’ll just have to wait.

Ren hands the Hello Kitty bento box to Nanami, this gesture becoming a small tradition between them. “Thank you, Nakamura,” he says, walking over to his desk. “I’m going to the break room to make my tea. Would you like anything from the vending machine?”

“Hm, maybe a Pocari Sweat?” 

After Nanami brews his tea and a purchases Ren’s beverage, he returns to the room, ready for another delicious treat courtesy of the older sister. As he sets the drink on Ren’s desk, he sneaks a peek at his open container, spotting meatballs and some type of glaze over a bed of rice. The smell is intoxicating, his mouth watering from the inviting aroma.

Surprisingly, the food is untouched. Usually, when Nanami comes back from the breakroom, his student is halfway finished with his meal. He glances over at Ren to see what’s distracting him. He is staring at the inside cover of his bento box, a warm smile spread across his face.

Curious, Nanami asks, “Is everything alright?”

He looks at Nanami and answers, “My sister left me a note.” He flips over the cover to show it. In neat handwriting, the memo reads:

Happy Monday, booger! Have the best day ever!

A little heart and smiley face are scribbled at the end.

Nanami raises a brow, amused. “Booger?”

Ren chuckles. “Just a little nickname she calls me sometimes. Maybe there’s another one for me in your box! Can you tell me what it says when you see it?”

Agreeing, Nanami sits at his desk. For some reason, he’s nervous to open it. As if he’s intruding on something intimate, something personal. He uncovers it slowly, examining the top for a note. In the same handwriting as the other, a message is displayed:

The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that.

There’s strange tightness in his chest upon reading those words. He glances at Ren, who is now his normal self, devouring his meatballs whole. Focused back on his desk, he quietly takes the note off the cover and pockets it.

Ren, mouth full, asks, “Is there anything?”

Nanami contemplates for a few seconds, then responds, “No, there isn’t.” He starts eating a meatball, which tastes even better than he imagined. Though, his mind is distracted by the fact that he just lied about something so trivial, so insignificant. Why?

“Ah, okay.” Observing his own note again, Ren laughs. “Can’t believe she’s still calling me booger! Ha!” He takes a sip of Pocari Sweat and continues to eat, blissfully unaware that his own mentor is hiding a secret in his pants pocket.

Nanami stuffs more food into his mouth in silence, questioning his own motives regarding this damn piece of paper. His hand slides into his pocket, feeling for it, remembering the words scrawled over it.

The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that.

He knows it wasn’t written for him. Of course he knows that.

However, there’s an odd sensation coursing through his being. An unusual tightness in his chest spurred by a simple statement attached to the back of Hello Kitty’s face. Whatever this sensation is, Nanami reasons that this is what compelled him to lie about the note. 

A few more moments of contemplation, he realizes something as he finishes his last meatball. The true reason why he is acting this way.

He wants to pretend it’s for him.

Gojo finally arrives as soon as Ren and Nanami are finished with their food. “Hello, my dear friends!” he greets happily.

Nanami wipes his mouth with a napkin and closes the box. Just as he’s about to hand the empty container to Ren, his friend squeals, “Nanamin, wait. What is that?!” Even behind the blindfold, it’s obvious that Gojo’s eyes are filled with glee.

“It was my lunch,” he answers, nonchalant.

Gojo’s grin widens, as he squeals again. “I need to take a picture of this! You and Hello Kitty! Nanamin, this is just adorable.” He takes his phone out and starts snapping away before Nanami can hide his face behind his hand.

“Stop it. You are awful.” He slides the bento over to Ren, still trying to conceal himself from his annoying friend’s ridicule.

Gojo turns to Ren, showing him what he captured. “Isn’t this so precious? Little Nanami with Hello Kitty. This day can’t get any better.”

They giggle with each other while Nanami sighs heavily, palm pressed against his forehead in aggravation. “Can we just get on with this, Gojo? And delete those photos immediately.”

“No way. The world is better a place now because of these,” Gojo teases, swiping through his phone, a smug grin plastered on his face.

Nanami begins to blush, remembering the note. He sticks his hand in his pocket and feels for it again, making sure it’s still there. He clears his throat, speaking a bit louder. “Okay, enough. Let’s move on.”

After more snickering between Gojo and Ren, they finally get back on track. As Gojo introduces Jujutsu High to Ren, Nanami takes this opportunity to zone out. He stares at his desk, thinking of food, Hello Kitty, and his dumb friend taking those incriminating photos. Occasionally, he brushes his hand over his pants, rubbing the outline of the note. The one that is not his. What’s the harm in pretending? It makes him feel good. It makes him feel appreciated.

He slyly removes it out of his pocket and sets it inside his suitcase, where it’s safe. The last thing he needs is Gojo having any more leverage against him than he already has. If it accidentally falls into the wrong hands, specifically Gojo’s, he’d never hear the end of it.

~~~

During your break, you decide to investigate Ren’s teacher. You type the name “Kento Nanami” into the search bar. The top result is a blog post from a finance company you’ve never heard of. Clicking on it, you notice the article is a few years old. It features five different employees from the company, each one having a picture with a small blurb beside it. You scroll towards the middle of the page and find what you’re looking for.

Name: Kento Nanami

Age: 23

Position: Senior Stockbroker

About: Kento Nanami is one of our youngest and most successful stockbrokers. He started working for our company straight out of high school and has excelled ever since. Hobbies include eating, drinking, cooking, and reading. He enjoys helping others and has been an asset to us during the onboarding process for new employees. His favorite part of working for this company is the salary because it helps him fund his addiction to bread.

You laugh out loud at the last part. Then, you notice his picture. It’s a professional headshot, probably taken in the office for the purpose of this post. His blond hair is parted on the side with loose strands falling over his forehead. He has a sharp nose and cheeks that are slightly sunken, maybe due to the stress of being a stockbroker. The spotted tie he’s wearing over his navy-blue button up stands out. It’s an interesting pattern, but for some reason, it works. His expression is neutral, neither smiling, nor frowning. He looks serious, just as Ren described him. 

You stare at him a bit longer and you smile to yourself.

He is handsome.

But why the sudden change in career? Based on his description, he was doing well as a stockbroker. Why would he leave? And what exactly is he teaching your younger brother? Surely it isn’t lessons on stockbroking. Or is it? Is this some sort of pyramid scheme? They have their lessons in an office building, which is very suspicious to begin with. 

You continue your web search and find nothing else outside of his previous occupation in finance. He doesn’t have any public social media pages and there is nothing mentioning current employment. Curious, you search Jujutsu High, only to be redirected to pages related to Jiu Jitsu, the Brazilian martial art. Anything related to Jujutsu doesn’t exist on public record.

Your inner alarm bells are ringing. This is strange. You’ve made it almost a month blindly trusting your brother, not asking too many questions. How much longer can you hold out for? You have no clue what Ren has gotten himself into and the constant mystery surrounding it has you worried.

Also, you know nothing about this Nanami fellow. He could be a creepy cult leader or a shady ex-stockbroker roping innocent youths into a Ponzi scheme, hiding behind an attractive suit and a pretty face. Either way, it’s suspicious. 

Retrieving a small journal from your drawer, you jot down questions you want to ask Ren. You need answers to give you peace of mind. The rest of the summer can’t go on like this. If something terrible were to happen to him, you will never be able to forgive yourself. You have to know the truth. 

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On Wednesday, Nanami brings Ren to Jujutsu High. He can tell that Ren’s mind is blown as soon as he steps foot through the protective barrier, jaw dropping and examining the campus, speechless. 

They walk through the training grounds, watching students spar with each other. Ren observes them carefully, looking away briefly only to scribble notes. They watch for nearly an hour, Nanami explaining their moves and typical training regiments that are expected of first years. 

Their tour through campus continues. Ren gazes up at the buildings, appreciating the architecture. It reminds Nanami of his experience as a Jujutsu High student. He doesn’t dwell on the past all too often but being here makes him reminisce, as if he never left. 

Currently, there are no classes in session, so they take this opportunity to peek into each of the empty classrooms, ending with Gojo’s. There are plenty of windows, a sparse number of desks, and one big blackboard, displaying the remnants of whatever was taught in the most recent lesson. Nanami takes a couple of minutes to go over this with Ren.

Afterwards, they decide to take their break in one of the courtyards. Nanami is handed his usual bento box with Hello Kitty. He looks around to make sure Gojo isn’t nearby to tease him. With the coast clear, he uncovers the container, finding a note attached to the inside again. He purposefully positions himself across from Ren so that he can read the message in secret. Glancing over at his student, who is distracted by his own meal, Nanami focuses on the familiar handwriting:

Have the best day ever! I love you!

Followed by three hand drawn hearts in a row.

His lip twitches into a small smile, admiring the words in front of him. Once again, he removes it and secures it in his pocket. He’s not exactly sure why he’s keeping them. Maybe he likes having it within reach for a quick pick-me-up. Yesterday, he met with Gojo to exorcise a low-grade curse, and when he was home, he took Monday’s note out of his briefcase to read it again: The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that.

The words replayed in his head as he soaked in the bath that night. It lingered in his mind as he prepared dinner, even when he was in bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep. That message gives him validation. What he’s doing now as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, and even as a mentor, makes a difference in the world. He is important.

However, this new note offers a different reaction, right in the pit of his stomach. A strange, fluttering feeling. He can’t remember the last time someone told him, “I love you.” In fact, he’s barely heard that phrase throughout his entire adult life.

Is he this desperate for affection? Enough to pretend that these words are actually for him? He’s actually envious of Ren for having someone like this in his life. A person who constantly reminds him how much he is loved, how special he is to this world. When will Nanami experience this for himself? He wonders if that will ever happen. 

He catches himself, scoffing as he continues to eat. It’s silly, sentimental, and immature for him to be feeling this way. This is unlike him. 

Ren breaks the silence, bringing Nanami back from his deep thoughts. “Hey Nanami, words of wisdom from my sister. ‘In life, we should all aim to be like meatballs: Well-seasoned and well-rounded.’” He flashes a smirk as he lets the joke sink in.

Nanami genuinely chuckles at the corny pun. “Clever.”

“She made huge ones today, just for fun. Wanna see?” Ren offers, scrolling through his phone. He faces his screen towards Nanami, showing a picture of a woman around Nanami’s age, wearing a black apron over pajamas. She smiles brightly at the camera, holding two massive meatballs in her hands, like trophies.

“She was so proud of them she had me take a picture,” Ren laughs, pulling his phone away.  

It isn’t the giant hunks of meat that captures Nanami’s attention. It’s her smile, bright and endearing. Inviting and welcoming. The second thing he notices are her pajamas, obscured partially by the apron she wears over it. They are wasabi green in color with different types of sushi as the pattern. It’s cute. As much as Nanami despises using that word, there’s no other way to describe it.

And it’s not just the pajamas. She is cute. 

He almost chokes on his meatball upon this revelation. Guilt sweeps over his body, ashamed that such a thought comes to his mind in front of his student. In front of her brother. He doesn’t even know this woman. One picture and he’s already thinking she’s cute.

A blush creeps up on his cheeks as he clenches his jaw, uncomfortable with the flurry of thoughts rushing into his head. He tries his hardest to stop thinking of her, but it’s too late. He imagines her standing in front of him smiling, holding out the Hello Kitty bento box filled with glorious food, reciting the words she scrawled on those pieces of paper. 

The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that. I love you, Nanami.

His entire face is hot, certain that it’s red all over. Thankfully, Ren is distracted by his phone as he munches on a piece of broccoli lazily.

Nanami can’t believe himself. He’s making up scenarios in his head about a woman he’s never even met before. No one should see him like this, so it takes all his willpower to calm down and remove all these ridiculous thoughts from his head.

With perfect timing, Gojo joins them in the courtyard, eating an apple and chatting with Ren. He takes a moment to tease Nanami, Hello Kitty still in front of him, but he doesn’t have the energy to care. Instead, he’s focused on appearing calm and stoic.

He decides for himself that he wants to know more about Ren’s sister, mentally noting what type of questions to ask without giving his true intentions away. Ren constantly praises his sister, it’s only natural for Nanami to wonder what she’s really like. The woman behind the bento. 

It’s just curiosity, Nanami tells himself. That’s all it is. Nothing more.

~~~

Friday arrives and you send your brother off with his two bentos. Tonight, you’re going to demand the truth. Not every single detail, but anything to put your mind at ease. You plan to butter him up first by going to the local street food fair and buying him all the Yakitori he desires. Then, maybe after some delicious soft serve, you’ll ambush him.

The best plans begin with food, right?

~~~

Gojo suggests taking Ren on a low-risk mission, which Nanami hesitantly agrees to. He’s aware his pupil will not be the one fighting; he’s only there to observe. Still, he’s nervous. Although more mature than some other kids his age, he is a child that Nanami has temporarily taken under his wing.

On Friday, they stay in the office for the first half of the day, going over every possible detail he can about this mission. They agree to eat before heading out, following their usual routine: Ren distributes the bentos, Nanami heads down the hall to brew his tea and grab a drink from the vending machine for Ren. The two of them sit at their desks, eating their lunch while exchanging casual conversation. 

Today, Nanami’s note says: Can’t wait to spend this weekend watching movies and baking cookies with you!There’s a doodle of the Cookie Monster surrounded by chocolate chip cookies. He takes it, sliding it into his briefcase, wondering what movies they enjoy watching together. He smiles thinking of the cookies, how wonderful their house will smell as they bake in the oven.

He looks over at Ren. “Any words of wisdom today?”

Ren shakes his head and responds, “Nope. All she said was ‘Happy Friday to the best brother ever.’” He stares at the note with a small frown.

“What’s wrong, Nakamura?”

He sighs, setting his fork down. “I don’t know. I feel guilty. I haven’t told my sister anything, and she’s been so great and supportive, but I just…” He stops, unsure what to say next.

“I understand where you’re coming from. What we do...well, it’s not easy to explain.”  

“Exactly. Like, what do I even tell her? Hey sis, I think my biological parents were involved with some curse users and killed. Then I somehow inherited these strange powers and now I can see curses. How crazy would she think I am?!”

“Well, that is the truth, isn’t it?”

Ren scratches his head anxiously, not responding. Then, Nanami says, “You always talk about how supportive your sister is. Don’t you think you should give her some credit? She might be more understanding than you think.”

Still frowning, Ren replies, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I just have to tell it to her straight and hope for the best. I mean, we’re going on a small mission today, right? We might be going on bigger ones in the future. What if something happens to me? She’s gonna see my mangled body and not even know what happened. I can’t do that to her. I won’t do that to her.” He goes back to eating his meatball, brows knit in deep thought.

Nanami is honestly impressed. Ren is a teenager, but he’s surprisingly mature and responsible. “So, do you think you’ll tell your sister tonight?”

“I think so. We’re planning to go to this street food festival nearby. Once we’re full of Takoyaki, I’ll tell her.”

Sounds fun, Nanami muses. “I hope your talk goes well.” He gives Ren a small smile, then returns to his lunch.

“Do you like street food, mentor?” Ren wonders, sipping on his drink.

“I do. I like Takoyaki as much as anyone, but I’m partial towards Taiyaki.” Pancake batter filled with sweetened red bean paste and shaped like a fish. Of course it’s Nanami’s favorite.

“Ha, you’re the same as my sister. She loves Taiyaki.”

Grinning, he wonders what other foods she might like. What other things they have in common with each other. Trying to play it cool, Nanami asks, “What’s your favorite, Nakamura?”

“Oh, it’s definitely Yakitori. I love meat!” Ren exclaims. He turns to face Nanami. “Hey, do you want to go to the festival with us? I’m sure my sister wouldn’t mind.”

Nanami’s heart thumps, actually considering it. Street food on a Friday night sounds amazing, but he should decline the offer. Tonight will be important for both Ren and his sister. The last thing they need is a gloomy Nanami hovering over them like a rain cloud.

“That’s alright. You have important matters to discuss, so I don’t want to intrude.” He pauses for a few seconds before adding, “But thank you for the invite.”

Ren smiles politely. “Maybe next time then. I’d really like you to meet her.”

Nanami thinks it at first, then decides to say it out loud.

“I’d like that, too.”

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[caelestine-the-caelicatto]

" A Shade of Blue in Spring's View "

Summary: The memories of spring long lost forgotten starts to resurface, as you face the last person you least expected.

The drastic way of how fate plays its game full of twists and dreams that shattered along the way.

The endless nights filled with sleepless nights, wondering where I went wrong and the what ifs as the scenario plays again in my head, like a cascade on repeat.

Choosing a path as I gamble away what is right and what is wrong, follow the rules or break the rules, be selfish or self-righteous, be the hero or be the villain.

No one really knows, but maybe in this lifetime... I'll play the role as the antagonist.

And yet, that antagonist finally meets it doom.

Crimson red flowing like the river Nile, where death upon in me is near.

Before I meet the man of death, my life flashed before my eyes. Out of all memories, it had to be Spring. The spring that changed the course of my life. The memories of spring where I was at the peak of my youth.

The spring where I experienced being a young man enjoying life to the fullest. The spring that tainted my thoughts and changed my ideals of the world. The spring where I bloomed and discovered my reason and purpose. Lastly, the spring where I found love and crushed "him" like a withered daffodil. As cliche as it is, similar to a boring romcom where the main characters run into each other's arms, embracing themselves in joy and love. I, too, was faced by the man whom I swore to death.

"You're late, Satoru." Said I, in a tone lingering like honey as I have always been when interacting with the man. Even near death doors, I will forever be gentle with my words whenever I am near him. As I lean on the wall while facing the man for the last time. Those eyes as I can recall were full of love once, and now it's filled with nothingness, no, my eyes must be fooling me. Those blue eyes that many detest, but I found solace in it says otherwise: regret.

"Suguru." The albino haired man called my name in a tone that is thicker than ice. Satoru Gojo is his name, a special grade sorcerer for having the "Six-eyes," many envy him for inheriting such technique as well as being the strongest sorcerer. But for him, he finds it a curse.

People say Satoru is special for it, but... does a technique really matter to be special? Well, maybe in the world we are in. However, Satoru Gojo is special indeed, special to the point seeing him in so much pain that only I can see.

Finally, he dropped the question that I merely chuckle.

"Any last words?" Satoru Gojo asked me, before we part ways.

"No matter what anyone says, I hate those monkeys. But I never held any hatred for those in Jujutsu High." I tell him honestly, "I just couldn't wear a heartfelt smile in this world."

It is the truth, after seeing my peers die for the sake of others as they slowly line up in death's doors, I could not bare that thought.

"Suguru." Surprised by how soft his voice was in this situation, brings me back to the spring nights laying on the same bed, staring at the ceiling whispering sweet nothings.

I stare at him wide eyes at his confession, A weak smile appeared on my lips and with my last breath, "At least hit me with some curses at my end."

We finally bid farewell to one another.

At some moments, maybe I cursed myself for having regrets choosing this path for myself.

I admit, I was envy of him once.

But I set it aside and played my own cards to win instead.

Nevertheless, maybe this path of ours is different and fate is too cruel for us to be together.

Just maybe, just maybe... The situation is different and a sign that we are not meant to be together.

After all, love is the cruelest curse of them all.

Mori's notes: Hello! This is my first time writing fanfiction in a while and I hope everyone likes it at least.

The dialogues are replicated as it is in the movie to give it more detail and the feels.

But, the rest are all mine and please don't plagiarism nor steal my words.

I appreciate some feedbacks, likes, and reblogs (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

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[hapoyyy]

some JJK men reacting to you telling them you are a boy (prank)

So like you've been together for some time and you decide to prank tell them your actually a boy, when you are not.

(just a reminder i dont have anything against lgbt community, this is made for entertainment purposes only)

(female reader!)

the 9 likes i got motivates me to write more, thank you nice people!

Megumi Fushiguro.

"Hey, Megumi, I have to tell you something very important…" You could feel his body stiffen up in response to your words.

"What is it, y/n..?" he asked, his focus shifting to you.

"I should've told you sooner, but I'm not who you think I am…" You fought so hard not to laugh at his serious expression.

"I'm actually a boy…"

,,Yeah, and I'm a girl," you saw as his serious gaze shifted to an irritating one.

"OH COME ON I PUT MY SERIOUS FACE AND EVERYTHING-"

Satoru Gojo.

(I feel like he would do this tbh.)

"Hello, y/n-" , "Satoru, we need to talk." His head slanted to the side, as if he were a dog. "This is serious, it's about us…" You could feel his body tense as you struggled to keep your laughs to yourself.

"I don't think we can keep this relationship going…" You faked a tear as your giggles came out as whimpers.

Satoru rarely appears serious, he removed his blindfold and grabbed your shoulders.

"Y/n, what happened?" His serious expression almost made you forget what you were going to do next.

"I am actually a boy," you said as he froze at your remark.

"No you are not, i took pictures of you while showering"

"SATORUUUUUUUUUUU-"

Yuji Itadoru

"Hey, Y/n, wanna watch a movie tonight?" He asked as he caressed your cheek. For a brief second, you considered that maybe he did not deserve this prank, but it was his own fault for eating your pizza the day before. "I don't think you'd want to do that with me," you said, making the saddest face you could muster, with furrowed brows and watery eyes.

"Why, and what happened?" He cupped your "sad" face. "There is something you must know…" you looked anywhere but at him because you knew you'd laugh if you stared at his concerned face. "But you won't be happy about it," Yuji stiffened . "I'm actually a boy…" you add, wiping away a fake tear from the corner of your eye. You know Yuji wouldn't believe it, but with your tears and sad expression…. "Are you serious?" he asked, confused.

You didn't expect him to believe you, but it's a good thing he does. "Yes…" you reply.

"Show me, I'm a boy too, so it doesn't matter," he said so proudly. "ehhhh…." was the sole word that came out of your lips before sprinting away from him. "SHOW ME!" he yelled as he chased you down.

"NOOOOOO"

[majycka]

Hello!! I just wanna drop by and say i enjoyed your Utahime thoughts! And i wanna share s couple of my cents if that's alright? Here we gooo

So I'll start by saying that i have nothing against anyone that ships gjhm, that's the beauty of fandom and aus and stories. however, i have tried to see the appeal in a realistically speaking sense within the context of the actual story and i just cannot. for the life of me. Like it's pretty evident that Utahime does not like Gojo, and that he's very disrespectful towards her, however, there is the trust they share because of their roles as teachers and their ideology. it's not that Utahime is an unreasonable person that would turn down an offer that would put her students in harms way right? but the thing is, I don't think the story ever set up any sublots for them to like each other you know? And I don't wanna be a killjoy when i say this altho i probably am, but rather that it's just not something author has envisioned for them?

i do think Gojo likes Utahime, but just not in a romantic sense, and this sort of dynamic is really reminiscent of that i would find in siblings, where one is endlessly annoying and the other wants to strangle the younger. i think if the story went the other way instead of the one it went now, Utahime and Gojo should cooperate and be understanding of one another as in good colleagues/friends? but given how Utahime was written and her limited appears in the story, luckluster and underwhelming sometimes, it's nearly impossible, and it's mostly on gege because all these characters have so much potential yet he only utilizes them as plot devices, in short it's not about the characters unfortunately.

and frankly i can't blame people for creating aus, in fact go ahead, it's what makes shipping so great! like i love to ship gojo too, mostly with geto or sometimes shoko heck i even like to pair him with ocs or readers too! but idk why i just can't picture him and Utahime ever being in a relationship at least within the story like context. again i don't wanna undermine anyone who loves this ship, i am all supporting but i just wanted to get out how i see it. Hope this wasn't confusing!

I see what you're coming from, Anon! People have varying preferences/opinions, and that's the beauty of it! I know Gege wouldn't draw out a romance plot line because he stated he ONLY sees it for mutamiwa. I can be delusional with gjhm BUT realistically, I’d never trust Gege EVER to handle a romance plot line cuz it will probably end tragically lol.

Imma try to speak from gojohime pov and give some insight why I personally love the ship.

I think the gjhm fans that I've seen doesn't ship them just because its ability to be canon but instead the dynamic that gjhm offers. Like you said Utahime does hate him while Gojo seems to like her, and the most funny part for me is that Gojo genuinely believes her "annoyance" is a joke between them. The way I see it, it offers this a slowburn romantic comedy potential with Gojo learning to get over himself, step up, and have this massive realization of falling for Utahime. I had this convo with my moot ola and moot said how basically Gojo just went “shit, she CAN fix me!” with Utahime (Because ya know how Utahime is everything Gojo isn’t) thus he continues to bug her xD

There's just so much to "play" with their dynamics honestly if you take them out of the canon story. You'd think that a slow burn romance would be two people earning each other's trust then doing all the slowly loving/liking part, but since the story already has set up that gjhm have each other trust because they share the goal of teachers fostering the new generation of sorcerers plus their decade of familiarity with each other, it makes you think what's more to this slowburn romcom?

Well, the way I see it, their opposing teaching beliefs can help them learn from each other and be better teachers. Gojo will be forced out of his emotionally constipated ways. Utahime's strength in her patience and ability to connect with other will be highlighted. They can be such a fun colleagues to lovers slowburn romcom type of story ya know which I honestly find hilarious xD So yehhh thats basically why I ship these two fuckers :^)

[wito-chan-bla-bla]

Catoru

You love animals, cats are no exception. When you manage to persuade Satoru to show his cat, you end up watching not a cute furry animal, but something completely naked... not that it's more frustrating than not having a cat in your arms.

~

I do not know why and why I wrote this

~

 –Does Gojo-san have a cat?

 Shoko stopped eating her dinner and looked up at you. She blinked a couple of times, then stared thoughtfully at the ceiling and shrugged, but nodded in confirmation.

 –I heard that the Gojo clan has a cat that 'symbolizes their heir'. I don't know what that means, but it's none of my business.

 And she continued to eat her food as if nothing had happened. You continued to stare at her in response, forcing her to place her chopsticks on the edge of her plate and raise an eyebrow questioningly, looking back at you with a thoughtful expression on face.

 –I heard from Geto-san that a huge white male cat sometimes walks on the territory of the Gojo clan. It is very fluffy and cute, but usually hisses and bites if they try to stroke or lift it. I wonder... if I can pet it?

 Shoko watched as something devilish appeared in your eyes. You've petted all the animals on and off the school grounds, fed all the squirrels in the nearby park, and dragged a few injured birds so Ieiri can heal them. They say that of all the students and even sorcerers in general, you have the most normal mind, despite the fact that you perform the same missions as most. Perhaps it's because you touch cats in any strange situation, listening to their charming meow and looking into those deep eyes of a dangerous predator.

 There was a sigh, and you snapped out of your thoughts and looked at the girl, who just shook her head.

 –You want to pet it now, don't you?

  –Yes! – you almost jumped in your chair. – I've tamed a lot of finicky cats. If the Gojo clan cat lets me pet it, then I can safely die!

 –Hey, hey, I just recently healed that wound on your side. Don't waste my damned energy!

 You nodded and giggled, starting to stare at the ceiling and dream of touching the big cat's silky fur.

 Only once did Suguru mention that the Gojo clan has a cat, when you showed him another of your "finds", meowing non-stop, and since then his words have not left your head. If this life was a game, your life goal would be to tame all the animals of Japan.

 Shoko had almost finished her dinner when the door opened abruptly, revealing two heads, one light and one dark. You gave a startled start and moved away, trying to escape the cry of "WE'RE HOME!". The girl across from you just sighed and started picking up the dirty plates.

 –And here are my favorite girls! – Satoru slid across the floor toward you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pinning you to the chair... and to himself. – How is my favorite weak sorcerer?

 You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the familiar "nickname".

 When you first saw Gojo in your first year, he pointed at you without even greeting you and said that you were weak. Then you just sighed, muttered that you would have to work with idiots, and went to say hello to the cute girl standing behind the tall sorcerer.

 For months Satoru has been jumping around trying to make you lose your temper, but it hasn't worked out. One day, he came running straight to your park, scaring away all the cats that you lured with cat food, and you, then squatting, hit him on the knees with all your strength. Sure enough, the sorcerer fell. You stood up and, brushing off your hands, said, pointing at him: "In order for your words to somehow affect me, first earn at least my sympathy, I don't say anything about respect. You can be strong from birth, but that doesn't make you a 'good person', much less someone I'll listen to."

 After that, Gojo "took offense at you" for a while, but then his behavior gradually became more or less tolerant. He may have annoyed you, but he was a great place for birds to land and squirrel-type rodents to jump on, so you ended up putting up with his company and annoying nature.

 After at least a year of training, he began to affectionately call you "weak", and you still did not attach importance to this as before, but for some reason you felt that the sorcerer was trying to be closer to you... to distract you from your work or hobby once again.

 –I thought your favorite 'weak' sorcerer was Utahime-san... – you muttered, looking at the white hair and wondering if the cat's fur looked like this.

 –I lied to her so I wouldn't upset her, – he said, clutching his heart and sobbing theatrically. – She may continue to think she's my 'favorite weak sorcerer', but we both know who always comes first.

 He leaned over and gave you a wink, which made you notice that his cheeks were a little pink and his breathing was a bit labored. It looks like he ran here as fast as he could as soon as he reported on the mission.

 –Gojo-san, Gojo-san, – you tugged at his clothes like a child in a store trying to attract the attention of a parent, – is it true that you have a big cat on your estate?

 Satoru smiled at you, but not for long. He gestured for you to wait, and then turned a furious glare on his mission companion. Suguru instantly whistled to the side, pretending that he had never seen such beautiful walls, then snatched the dirty dishes from Shoko, who did not want to look at it all, and ran towards the kitchen, saying that he would help his "dear, beloved, beautiful friend".

 As soon as Satoru lost the opportunity to stare at someone, he turned back to you. He coughed awkwardly and straightened up, taking his hands away from you, which was very rare.

 –Well... we do have a cat like that. He rarely appears in public, and sometimes even I have a hard time finding and catching him… Why are you... interested in this?

 He kept his eyes on you, looking straight into your soul, but you boldly returned his gaze with your own, this time a puppy's. Gojo's whole body twitched almost imperceptibly and he looked in the other direction for a second, gathering his thoughts. The sorcerer held up his hands as if in defense or even surrender, and shook his head.

 –You... you don't want to, – he swallowed, –  pet it, do you?

 You jumped up from your chair and were with him as quickly as if you had learned to move in space yourself. The teenager leaned back a little, as if trying to move away from you, while keeping his feet in place. You started jumping up and down at the thought of burying your hands and face in the big cat's well-groomed fur, and you prayed with your palms together.

  –Please, Gojo-san! I love animals so much! – you jumped away from him when you realized you were getting too close. Satoru exhaled almost imperceptibly. – Especially big and fluffy ones. If it were possible to have bears as pets, I would do it!

 Gojo stared at you, as if to remind you that during one of the training sessions in the forest, you met a bear and... let's just say that the animal will never forget how it was first knocked out with one blow, then treated with a reverse cursed technique, and then hugged as if it were some kind of soft toy.

 You rolled your eyes and continued bouncing on the spot, unable to vent your energy any other way.

 –So what? There's no reason why I shouldn't go and look at the cat, Gojo-san!

 –You know... he really doesn't like people very much. And you'll end up with a lot of cuts on your hands. And it's shedding so much, br-r. I've spent more money on clothes cleaners than you can imagine.

 –As cat lovers say, 'cuts are a reward for touching God in cat form'. And I still wash and clean my clothes all the time after training or missions, so no problem! And even if there are problems... it doesn't matter! If a person is soiled in cat hair, then cats trust him, so this is a good person! And I want to be a good person.

 Satoru almost fell on the spot from your begging eyes. He coughed into his fist and shook his head.

 –It's actually a sacred cat, (Y/N)... according to tradition, it can't be touched by just anyone.

 –Since when are traditions important to you, Gojo-san? – you folded your arms and rolled your eyes. – You ran away from your clan's ceremony last year to come play cards with us and watch a movie.

 –You don't understand, this is different! And anyway... don't you have enough cats?

  –Yes! – you grabbed his clothes and held him close, bending him down so that he could look you in the eyes. – Each small and large cat is unique, it is a great blend of softness, elegance and charm! I just have to at least look at it! I will do my best to add another photo of an animal, especially a cat, to my gallery!

  –Everything, you say?

  –Within reason, – you said immediately, noticing the glint in the sorcerer's eyes.

 You let go of him and took a step on the spot, continuing to vibrate with the desire to pet the cat, but more cautiously. What if he doesn't let you? If you are caught and permanently deprived of the opportunity to look at the cat? How then can you live with the knowledge that you will never again be able to touch a fluffy ball of joy and arrogance?!

  –Okay, I'll get you a cat...

  –Really? Right here?!

 Satoru smiled at you and suddenly put a strong hand on your shoulder. 

 –But in return, I want... you to call me by my first name! No, you'd better call me with "Satoru-chan"!

 –Why is that, Gojo-san?

  –Because it's not fair! I just call you "(Y/N)", why do I have to be "Gojo-san"?!

 –You finally got my respect, and now you're giving it up so easily...

  –Anyway! I'll bring you a cat if we call each other with "-chan"!

 You stared for a few seconds at a man with slightly pink cheeks and a face that looked like he was a general delivering a motivational speech to ministers, and then you said:

  –Isn't that what lovers call each other?

 Something came out of Gojo. Maybe it was his spirit. The sorcerer first sneezed, then coughed, turning away from you and hitting his chest. The lack of oxygen made him blush even more.

 –I mean... – you continued, watching the strange behavior of the already strange teenager, – as young lovers often do when they think of a relationship, rose-colored glasses appear in front of their eyes. People may misunderstand us.

 –W-when did you ever care about people, m, (Y/N)?

 You nodded obediently and clapped your hands with a soft smile on your face. 

 –I don't know what you're going to do with the name 'Satoru-chan', – another cough, – but for the sake of the cat, I'm willing to put up with whatever you're up to.

 Gojo nodded, smiling contentedly, as if he'd won the lottery. He opened his mouth to draw out the first syllable of your name, but you pressed your index finger to his lips and shook your head.

 –First the cat, then new names. I. Want. My. Cat.

 The sorcerer rolled his eyes, but nodded, winking at you.

 –I'll try to bring the cat, but I'm unlikely to be present when you 'introduce' him, because I'll be distracting the elders. So if he scratches you or does something weird, it's not my problem!

 –No problem. I would let a cat do anything to me myself!

 Another cough. This is starting to annoy you.

 –Then I'll ask Suguru to bring it to you. I'll say a day! Now... what have you prepared for your heroes who have returned from the mission? I saw Shoko eating something, you can't tell me that she made this food and even more so for one person!

 –We've made you dinner, our heroes. Come on, Gojo-san, I'll show you what you can eat in the kitchen.

 And Satoru, jumping around with a happy and overly satisfied face, went after you, chatting about how Geto had forbidden him to buy sweets until the mission was over, and in the end, Gojo got so caught up in the fight that he completely forgot about his snacks.

*+*

 It is said that once the first "chosen of the Gojo clan" was in danger. He could have died, leaving the clan without his great power, and then a friendly and very clever cat-like curse appeared. It helped the chosen one escape from an ambush in which he was caught by enemies, win a crushing victory and establish a clan whose strength is still considered today.

 Few people know that the curse actually ... didn't quite voluntarily help. That person absorbed it, taking the form of a cat, which helped him slip between the enemies and escape. The curse tried to resist, which sometimes turned the sorcerer into a cat. However, generations followed each other, and as a result, those born in the main branch of the Gojo clan received the ability to become cats that symbolize the well-being and greatness of the family. After all, if the sorcerer was able to take the form of a cat, then they are strong enough to be the heir and will definitely lead the clan to a great future.

 Satoru could also transform into a cat. He started doing this quite early, at the age of two. How much did his mother raise a cry when she found a kitten instead of a child? Fortunately, she quickly realized that it was her son, because those insolent eyes were unmistakable.

 So it wasn't too hard for Satoru to transform into a cat and enjoy the expert hands stroking his ear and massaging his belly. However...

 "Remember, Satoru, never show your cat form to anyone."

 "Why else, Dad? Some stupid tradition again?"

 "Actually, yes, but there's something else. When you become a cat, you lose your clothes. When you become a normal person, you are completely naked. To keep the shape of a cat for a long time, serious concentration is required, the slightest mistake can lead to the fact that people around you will turn gray from shock and surprise. Let's not increase the number of competitors for our clan's hair color."

 So yes... Gojo might get a headbutt from his teacher if he enjoys the head-patting too much, because no one (not even Geto, who has seen a lot of things in the room next to Satoru's) wants to suddenly see the heir of a great clan completely naked, with his legs spread out to the side, and the most contented face.

 So why is Satoru going to take such a risk and bring a "cat" to school? Well...

 Why is flirting with women so difficult?!

 Gojo had been wondering this question from the moment he was knocked to the ground by a powerful kick to his legs.

 People either idolized him or hated him. No one was indifferent to it, but (Y/N) did. She didn't care that he was rich, handsome, or strong. She didn't care that he was annoying, infuriating, and infuriating. She preferred to pet the dogs that were being walked by random passersby, rather than look at the heir of the Gojo Clan.

 And it was infuriating!

 At first it was just infuriating, then it started to get annoying, and then it turned into the fact that Satoru wanted to see at least some reaction on her usually calm face. But it seems that the girl smiled from ear to ear only when another dog ran up to her to sniff and say “hello"!

 (Sometimes Gojo got so desperate that he thought about putting on ears and buying a tail somewhere, but quickly changed his mind.)

 Gradually, Satoru, whose words and actions were ignored, began to see in the "weak sorcerer" something more than just a weak user of cursed energy. (Y/N) wasn't such a boring and "bad" person that he didn't want to be her friend. (Y/N) was something more than he could think of without wanting to fall in love with her.

 And Gojo fell in love. He fell in love for a long time, usually on dark evenings, when people fell asleep on it while watching another program about wild animals. He fell in love when, along with a dinner prepared for everyone, he was specifically cooked or just bought sweets. He fell in love when he saw the expression of true happiness, when a cat, which had refused to approach for a long time, finally moved towards her and sniffed her hand.

 Satoru could hold (Y/N) as much as he wanted in a joking manner, poke her in the cheeks or sides as much as he wanted, buy her gifts and souvenirs as much as he wanted, but he never got the same reaction in response as she causes him.

 "What are you doing?"

 "Leave me alone, Suguru, I'm depressed."

 "But this is not a reason to sit under the jet in clothes and occupy the shower stall with your body. Either you move, or we wash together. And I don't want to upset you, but I fell into a mountain of corpses on a mission."

 "I'd like to wash up with (Y/N)..."

 "Don't tell me you're going to sing about..."

 "Oh, my (Y/N)... why are you being so cruel to me?!."

 "I'm going to clean up in the girls' dorm… I just have long hair, maybe they'll take me for one of their own..."

 And now Gojo has the opportunity to get a little affection from professional and gentle hands. Satoru has always envied the animals (Y/N) strokes.. Even from their faces, it was obvious how pleasant and good it was. And this was confirmed once by Shoko, who dozed off on her lap, lulled by a head massage.

  –So, are you ready?

  –Yes, but... wouldn't it be easier to tell her that you are... a cat? I don't think she'll be happy if you suddenly appear naked in front of her.

  –Yes, because she'll be so much happier than words can describe! I will conquer her with my beautiful body!

  –She's more likely to be, ahem, upset.

  –Hey, what do you mean?! – Satoru flew up to Suguru and started poking him in the ribs.

 –I ... mean ... that she's lost her... ca-at!

 When Geto was finally left to laugh off the painful tickle on the floor, Gojo stepped away from his friend and collected his thoughts. A second later, a cloud of smoke, and there on the floor, in a pile of clothes, is a big white cat with beautiful blue eyes. He meows loudly and seems to squint at Suguru.

 –You're so, uh, fat, – the teenager lifting the animal muttered, which got him a paw on the cheek. In response to the piercing gaze, Satoru began to play with his black bangs as if it was all meant to be.

 You sat and patiently waited for the cat to appear. Shoko was lying on the couch opposite yours, looking through a magazine, and you moved the furniture a few inches under you, unable to sit still.

 But then the door opened, revealing Geto, and you jumped up abruptly at first, and then slowly sank down in shock.

–Meet ... phew, the Gojo Clan cat!

 Suguru walked over to the sofa and gently lowered the animal that had accidentally hit him with its hind leg. You flopped back down and held out your hand, waiting with a sinking heart and bated breath for the cat to smell you. But instead, he sat up, lifted one paw, and placed it on your palm, making you almost scream at the feel of the soft pads of his paws.

 –He... he put me on the same level as him! – you bowed your head, bumping your forehead against the sofa. – This cat has decided that I am worthy to be near his royal person!

  –Um, (Y/N), are you sure you're okay...?

  –Y-yes... yes, it's fine, Shoko. It's just... I was never recognized by the cat in the first seconds of meeting!

 –I don't think you've recovered from the time you hit your head.

 –What's the cat's name, Geto-san? – you raised your shining eyes to the sorcerer, slowly dragging the animal with your hands to place it on your lap.

  –Uh ... there's an ancient name, I don't remember. Ask Satoru when he gets back.

 You nodded and turned your full attention to the cat which is – holy food! – lay on your back, showing you his stomach, hugged paws to him and meowed, almost making you pass out from loving this ball of fur.

 You carefully placed one hand on the belly, the other placed on the head of the carefully watching pet. His eyes were humanly beautiful and intelligent, his muzzle directly said that this is a scoundrel and a scoundrel. He strongly resembled one of your close acquaintances, but this is not surprising if he lives in the territory of the Gojo clan.

 The big cat, which occupied more than one section of the sofa, was so fluffy that you wanted to hide your face in him and use him as a pillow. White dense wool, soft, pleasant to the touch, filled all your legs, because of which you stopped seeing your pants. If the cat was sprawled out on the floor, you could count him for a very fluffy carpet.

 You began to knead the animal's belly as if it were dough, running your fingers through the fur on top of his head. Gradually, you went further and further, with butterflies in your stomach, feeling the pleasantly enveloping hairs around your fingers. The cat was constantly meowing, a little loud, sharp and just a little unpleasant, causing your heart to have problems with work, because it wanted to stop, then start beating in a frenzied rhythm.

 For some reason, Geto ran away when you started scratching behind the cat's big ears. Shoko lay in front of you for a while longer, but in the end couldn't stand your enthusiastic mumbles and cat's cuddles. You are left alone in a small living room, continuing to give your love to this large clot of the sweetest cream.

 But sooner or later, even you run out of energy. You ended up sitting and looking at the ceiling. Your hands continued to stroke the seemingly dozing animal, which sniffed softly and occasionally made random noises.

 At some point, the cat opened his eyes, and you grabbed him under his front paws, pulling it up so that he looked into your eyes. The cat stomped paws on your thighs, but eventually came to terms with the situation and froze more or less in one place. He wagged his tail and gave a questioning meow, and you suddenly pressed him to your face, for which you received a small paw on the face.

  –Who's cute moti, m? – you nuzzled his wet nose with your own and rubbed against it with a happy smile. – Gojo-san is lucky to have a bubuska like you.

 You were hit again, a little harder this time, and you sighed, nodding weakly and lowering the cat down a little.

  –Yes, yes, I know, the contract and all. But I really don't understand why he wants me to call him "Satoru-chan".

 You shrugged and held the pet in your grip, pulling him back to you. You craned your neck and kissed him on the forehead, muttering meaningless and weird compliments.

  –I think you're tired, aren't you? – you looked into the cat's eyes and giggled. – I should probably find Geto-san to give you to him. But before that...

 Unexpectedly, you leaned forward again, but this time to leave a small kiss somewhere between the "upper lip" and the nose. The cat's whiskers twitched, he began to twitch all over, meowed loudly, and then you coughed because of an incomprehensible smoke or something else that filled the room in a second and disappeared in the same amount.

 When you could see again, in front of you (practically on your lap) sat... naked Satoru Gojo.

 The warlock jerked back in an instant, falling on the coffee table and dropping it. You sat there with a face of complete incomprehension while the teenager, red as an overripe tomato, tried to get up. He was muttering something about being "impossible to look away from, r-right?" while trying to cover himself somehow.

 As a result, you took off your jacket and threw it in the place that was worth covering up. Standing over the actively sweating sorcerer, who was trying to blend in with the remnants of the table and floor, you crossed your arms and sighed, shaking your head.

 –Where am I supposed to put my feet when we watch a movie?

 –Y-you can put them... on me.

  –What?

 –Wh-what? What's the "what"?! – he jumped up, covering himself with your jacket. He wanted to put hands on hips, but he changed his mind in time. – You wanted to see the cat yourself! I showed you the cat!

  –I wanted to look at the cat, not 'cat', – you pointed the quotation marks with your fingers and looked down, making Satoru blush even more. – So what was it all about? Why did this happen?

  –T-that's all you care about right now?! Is it okay that you saw the heir of the Gojo Clan completely naked?!

 –First of all, I hide in the morgue with Shoko at least once a week and eat food over the corpses, so I won't be surprised. Second, we agreed that I would touch the cat, not the pervert who pretended to be one.

 –If I meow at you, will you calm down?!

 You thought for a few seconds, then took out your phone to shoot a video. The sorcerer opened his mouth, ready to cry out in displeasure, but you made the most begging eyes and stretched out:

  –Please, Satoru-chan...

 When the teenager was running away from you, he tripped over the threshold several times and almost fell in the corridor. You sighed and slammed the phone shut, now understanding why the cat's fur was so familiar to you and reminded you of the hair of one of your friends...

 Bonus (?)

–I demand to be taken to Satoru Gojo!

 A tall woman with blonde hair and dull blue eyes glared at Suguru, who instantly recognized her. This was the current "Mrs. Gojo", meaning his friend's mother.

 –Before you start killing him, I'll...

  –Tsk, if I could have killed him, I would have killed him long ago! This child brings me nothing but trouble! Not that I wasn't worse at his age... b-but still!

 Geto could only guide a woman in a traditional kimono to where he knew his companion would be.

 And Satoru did show up somewhere in the school's backyard, sitting on the ground with his knees pressed to his chest. Someone was sitting next to him, stroking his white hair, reading a book with their free hand.

 –Sator-ru, you!.. – she suddenly stared at you. – Oh, it's you!

 You twitched and looked up in surprise at the woman who was flying towards you at a rapid speed. You thought she was going to attack you, but instead she picked you up and spun you around, setting you down with a happy cry:

  –My son is a fool, isn't he?!

 You could only nod and suddenly hear her exhale in relief. She hugged you to her and giggled contentedly.

 –I wanted to scold him first for not only appearing as a cat in front of someone I didn't know, but also ending up naked in front of them, but I can't blame him anymore as soon as I saw you! When he told me that he shared his secret with the boy, I had a lot of concerns, but now, seeing you, I can finally breathe calmly and continue to think about my grandchildren!

  –G-grandchildren? – you moved away from her, dumbfounded.

  –Yes! By the way, when is the wedding? I know I think too much about the future, but my son has such a bad temper that I started to think that no one would even get married to him for money!.. Hey, Satoru-u, where are you going? Satoru? Satoru?!

 –I knew you couldn't be trusted with secrets, woman!..

  –So, what do you mean… You said you were going to tell her you loved her soon, a month ago! Hey, young man, stop! STAND STILL!

 Geto approached you while watching one Gojo run away from another Gojo. He sighed and poked you jokingly on the cheek.

 –This... this is what just happened?

 –I think... your future family life?..

 –Is there any way to... refuse or change it?

 –I think... only if you catch up with Satoru and punch him in the head. Maybe then he'll start to have better plans.

 You opened your mouth, closed it, looked at Geto, then back at the two Gojos, then back at Geto. And you decided...

  –I pet cats. You can tell me how it ends.

  –Okay, – he said.

 And you left amid the screams: "YOU CAN'T EVEN ADMIT YOUR FEELINGS, WHAT KIND OF 'STRONGEST' YOU ARE?! FIGURE YOURSELF OUT FIRST, AND THEN DICTATE THE RULES TO OTHERS!"

[olasketches]

Hello....Can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from JJK? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....Thanks....

Hi there! and sure I never actually got to talk about why I love my favs so thank you for giving me an opportunity!

Sukuna

so fun fact! I actually started watching jjk because of gojo to see what's the hype all about but then sukuna showed up aaaaannd... I knew right then and there that this is MY guy. there was just something about him that drew me in. he intrigues me, makes my head spin. sukuna is evil (a devil incarnate some may say) but he's also more than that. he's not your typical villain. there's actually lots of contradictories and nuances to his character. he’s bloodthirsty but not hotheaded. he's apathetic but reads others like a book. he actually pays attention to his opponents, observers them, calculates their every move, spots their weaknesses while also encourages them and at times even praises them. also sukuna's unyielding sense of self is truly a thing of beauty. he does as he pleases and doesn't proclaim his strength to define himself. he doesn't need to prove anything nor does he seek to be understood. he's chosen to prioritise the self at the expanse of all connections, which allowed him to transcend humanity and became what we know as the king of curses. he's basically the epitome of all that is inherently wrong with humanity and jujutsu society as whole, to the point you can't even think of him as human, but rather, inhuman. or as yuuji would call him a curse "these guys are and will always be curses"... but here’s the thing, unlike mahito, sukuna was born human. and as much as he appears to be this self-serving, cunning and evil god-like being (well he is... definitely.. cunning, self-serving and evil those are all correct!! but god-like? I talked about it here) he still has "humanity". it's corrupted and twisted but well.. it's still THERE and that's actually what makes him so sinister in the end (but also so sooo appealing to me).

Yuuji

he's just THE BEST. I love this dude. one would think he's all sunshine and rainbows, but he's waayyy more than that. for one yuuji is a mess. a boy with a warped sense of self-worth and terrible identity issues who on top of that has a big disdain for his existence as a whole and yet still clings to life. he still manages to keep on going, regardless of what awaits him on the path he has paved... his determination is really something else. another thing I love about yuuji's character is that he’s not at all like your typical good natured, hero most protagonists are framed as. he doesn’t mind resorting to violence when the situation “calls” for it. he is actually someone who also relies on power and strength above everything else. yuuji doesn't really question his actions or the things jujutsu society tells him to do but that's because yuuji is a teenager. a confused teenager who just doesn't want to think too hard about the world he lives in so long as he has something to do. but then again... he's a teenager, which means he's still learning, he's still growing and despite his self hatred and the dwindling feeling of his self worth coupled with the burden he has to carry, yuuji keeps on living. and I think that's one of the most interesting and admirable things about his character. yuuji is completely selfless in his desires which has only made him suffer more as the story progressed, but the most selfish he has ever been is when he chose to live... and he still does btw. he is still choosing to keep living despite all the suffering and deaths it cost him. that's what makes this boy so special to me.

Megumi

now I'll admit, I thought megumi... was kindA bOring at first (little did I know he's been growing on me since day one). but then I GOT it. I had my 'oh' moment. I FINALLY understood!! megumi is kinda... a freak. boy goes unhinged when pushed too far. and I absolutely love those moments when he stops second guessing himself and goes completely off the rails. also there's just something about his character that makes me want to sit down and see what fucked up situation he is going to get himself into next and then watch him figure his way out of it lol anyway. megumi, just like yuuji, has a really low self esteem. he can be self sacrificial, but not because he has some 'hero complex'. megumi just doesn't value his own life the same way he values his loved ones' (tsumiki and yuuji). his major goal in life was to make sure he's sister is safe and well... we all know how that turned out. megumi is an implicitly suicidal character that also happened to have… quite a shitty life, which is why I want him him live. I want him to survive this and more importantly I want him to finally fight for HIMSELF and chose his own life in the end (honestly this person summed it up so much better than I could have <- this is essentially everything what I love about megumi's character).

as for my top 5 fav moments… damn it’s all gonna be sukuna isn't it ToT

1. sukuna’s possession of megumi (best plot twist EVER even tho we really should've seen coming)

2. sukuna and yuuji’s confrotation (their dynamic is actually one of my favourite things about jjk)

3. sukuna rampage in shibuya and then his conversation with jogo

4. yuuji confrontation with jumpei where yuuji ended up reaching out to him (I think that’s the moment that really made me fall in love with his character)

5. megumi during culling game (basically just unhinged and stressed baby)

[gorejo]

Hi! I read through all of your Forbes30!Gojo and he’s absolutely lovely. It appears that his personality is like the polar opposite of y/n, and I was wondering what the two have in common? :)

hello!!! thank you, i hope you enjoyed it! but rather than being polar opposites, they do balance each other out. he is loud and cocky, but his partner isn't timid nor downright shy. ◡̈ both prefer quiet mornings, to go on coffee dates and bask in the sun — satoru finishes work on his iPad while his partner reads or does their own thing. he'll enjoy them accompanying him for a workout so he can be their personal trainer, invite them to horseback riding at his parent's stable, or even go to those random classes with them because he just likes spending time with his partner.

even if it was something he didn't particularly like or was interested in before, he'll make the time and space to enjoy it with his partner because he genuinely likes seeing them happy. (and vice versa)

[anonymousewrites]

Of Two Worlds Christmas Special 2022

Christmas Special 2022

            “How are you not wearing a coat?” muttered Nobara, pulling her puffer jacket tighter around herself.

            It was a cold day in Tokyo, and although none of them wanted to be outside and just wanted to curl up where it was warm since for once they had no missions, Gojo had insists they all come outside. Still, they were freezing while he wasn’t even there.

            “I’m naturally cold,” said (Y/N), standing in just a black hoodie and sweatpants.

            “Seriously?” Nobara reached out and felt (Y/N)’s exposed wrist. “Geez, you’re cold.” (Y/N) shrugged in response.

            “Does anyone know what Gojo wants with us?” asked Itadori, trying to burrow deeper into his pink parka.

            “No, but knowing him, it’ll be a bother,” said Megumi, his sigh of annoyance leaving white vapor in the air. (Y/N) nodded at his sage words.

            “If he tries anything, I’ll pummel him,” promised Maki.

            “Tuna,” agreed Inumaki.

            “I want to go back inside,” bemoaned Panda. “Pandas aren’t built for the cold.

            “What are you all doing out here?” Nanami walked up beside them.

            “Hello, Nanami-san,” greeted (Y/N).

            “Hello, (Y/N)-kun,” said Nanami.

            “Gojo said we should come out here, Nanamin,” said Itadori brightly. “So why are you here?”

            “He said there was an urgent matter I needed to be present to attend to,” said Nanami.

            “This smells fishy,” said Nobara.

            Nanami crossed his arms. “If that Gojo is causing trouble again, I’ll—”

            Whump!

            A pile of snow fell from the roof of Jujutsu Tech and buried Nanami up to his chest. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Megumi and (Y/N) deadpanned while looking up at the roof. There, of course, stood Gojo with a giant snow shovel preparing another pile of snow.

            “AHAHA!” He laughed down at the group. “Prepare for war!”

            “Huh?” Itadori frowned in confusion. Wham! Itadori was knocked to the ground by a snowball to the face.

            “War!” shouted Gojo again. He reared back to send another snowball at the group.

            Maki whacked the snow out of the year with her bo and then dodged behind a tree. “Get to cover!”

            (Y/N) ducked behind a mound of snow with Megumi as Nobara hid with Maki and Panda dragged Itadori’s body behind him. It was a full-blown snowball war.

            Inumaki dug Nanami out from the snow mound and began piling up snowballs as the 7-3 sorcerer grumbled about Gojo as he attempted to brush the ice away from his skin. Maki began pulling out cursed tools and using them to bat away the rest of the snowballs sent her way while glaring at Gojo. Nobara was furiously balling up snow and handing to Itadori, who, with his amazing strength, was sending them soaring right towards Gojo’s head.

            “Take that!” shouted Nobara gleefully.

            Megumi glanced at (Y/N). “Do you want to make a run for it or fight?”

            A small smile appeared on (Y/N)’s face. “Fight.”

            Megumi smiled. “Then let’s take that idiot down.” He looked over at Maki. “Maki-san, what’s the plan?”

            “We circle the bastard and send him to an icy grave,” muttered Maki coldly.

            “We’re not killing him, right?” asked (Y/N).

            Megumi shook his head. “No, but if he keeps annoying Maki, she might actually do it.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “I can’t blame her.”

            “None of us can,” agreed Megumi.

            “Get snow and get to the roof behind him,” ordered Maki. “Nobara and I will take the right, Panda and Itadori have got him distracted at the front, and Nanami and Inumaki have got the left.”

            “Can’t he see us with Six Eyes?” murmured (Y/N) as she circled to the rear of the building with Megumi.

            “Probably, but he’s having too much fun to call us out now,” said Megumi. They stopped at a low wall. “Let’s climb up.”

            (Y/N) hopped up easily and began scooping snow up. Megumi took them and patted them into snowballs as they peered around a corner of the building and saw Gojo maniacally throwing snowballs at their friends on the ground.

            “You ready?” whispered Megumi.

            (Y/N) nodded. “Ready.”

            They charged around the side of the roof and began pelting Gojo with snowballs. Gojo turned and sent them flying over the edge of the roof into the snow below.

            “You alright?” asked Megumi, groaning and helping (Y/N) out of the snow drift she was buried in.

            She nodded. “Maki should attack now. That was a good distraction.”

Sure enough, Maki and Nobara were launching what appeared to be a cannonball towards Gojo. Itadori packed ice into his snowball and sent it flying. The attacks knocked Gojo backwards, and Nanami snatched up the shovel.

            “Wait, wait, wait,” said Gojo, scrambling backwards. “There’s no snow in that, Nanami!”

            “I know.” Nanami swung.

            A clang ran out, and (Y/N) smiled. “Nice hit, Nanami!” She looked at Megumi. “We won the war. Gojo-sensei shouldn’t go into snow battles. He’s much better at jujutsu than snow.”

            Megumi smiled. “Yeah. He is.”

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            “I can’t believe you all ganged up on me,” whined Gojo from where he sat nursing a headache on the coach.

            “You initiated,” pointed out Nanami, handing out hot chocolates.

            “Yeah but I didn’t think you’d hit me with a shovel,” he muttered. “What a mean Christmas.”

            “We could have had a nice Christmas if you didn’t insist on annoying us,” pointed out Maki, helping brush the ice from Nobara’s hair.

            “Tuna tuna,” said Inumaki.

            “You brought the consequences on yourself,” agreed Panda.

            “I had a little fun,” said (Y/N). Gojo grinned happily. “We got to beat Gojo in a fight all together.” His face fell into a pout.

            Megumi shrugged. “If (Y/N)’s fine with it, then I am.” He handed a candy cane to her. “So even if Gojo is irritating, I guess today went alright.”

            “Why is it all conditional?” muttered Gojo.

            “I had fun!” assured Itadori. “I love snowball fights!”

            “You’re my favorite student!” declared Gojo.

            “No one wants to be your favorite,” said Nobara.

            As their friends’ antics continued, (Y/N) leaned back into the couch and curled up to watch, a small smile on her face. “I think this was a nice Christmas,” she said. “I like spending time with you guys.”

            Megumi looked over at her and smiled. “Being together is nice.” He swallowed. “I mean, with all the craziness in our world, we’re all we have.”

            (Y/N) risked placing the hand not on their hot chocolate on Megumi’s arm. “I’m glad you’re here, Megumi.”

            Megumi turned pink. “I’m glad you’re here too, (Y/N).”

            And as their friends joked around, the smell of hot chocolate wafted through the air, and lights twinkled, Megumi and (Y/N) looked at each other softly.

            “Merry Christmas, Megumi,” said (Y/N).

            “Merry Christmas, (Y/N),” said Megumi.