#I have one thing to say and it's poor ijichi

[nanaslutt]

Ok so I was thinking about soul swap (??) With gojo. Gojo doing🫣 stuff to his body in which readers soul is from readers body. Or can have reader doing stuff with her body..hope u understand kinda high rn. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Body swap with Gojo

contains: fem reader, masturbation (m&f), reader & Gojo’s perspectives, perv!gojo & reader, multiple orgasms, “first orgasm” (experienced as the opposite sex), dirty talk, teasing, mutual pining

MDNI

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"Gojo this is fucking serious!" You yelled, still getting caught off guard when Satoru's voice could be heard in your ears even though you were the one talking. "Okay okayy, I'll text Ijichi to come to get us, relax your little head." He responded in your voice. This whole thing was so fucked up. The two of you were fighting some curse together-- Gojo had no real reason to be there but he insisted on it for "safety reasons" (he was bored). You had gotten hit once by the curse right before you finished it off, and nothing strange had happened until Gojo came up to you and laid his hand on your shoulder to make sure you were alright, and that's when it happened—the soul swap.

Gojo pulled out his phone and held it out in front of himself, waiting for the face ID to scan him in. The man that currently resided in your body shook the device, frustrated. "Oh, this fuckin'..." He gave up, typing in his password as the device buzzed again and again, refusing to let him in. His antics made you giggle, turning your head to the side you sniffed to conceal any laughter he might pick up before you went back to watching him call for help.

"Ijichi? Heyyy, little problem~" Your higher-pitched voice reverberated through his speaker, no doubt confusing the poor overworked man on the other end. "Why do I have Gojo's phone? Funny you ask.." Gojo went on to pace around the area, throwing your hands up in the air as he explained the situation to Ijichi. You took the opportunity to look down at your temporary body, running your hands down the sides of Gojo's massive coat, which actually fit him. You felt the hardness underneath his clothes, pouting your bottom lip out in surprise, you figured Gojo would be fit, but you never knew for certain.

You had been a teacher at Jujutsu High for as long as he had, and the two of you had gotten quite close—which is why you didn't put up a fight when he insisted on coming on this mission with you, now you were starting to regret your decision. "Checkin' out my body while I was callin' for help? Perv~" Gojo teased, blocking your body off in a cross with his arms dramatically as he spoke. "Don't flatter yourself Satoru, you had something on your jacket." You lied through your teeth.

"It feels weird to hear my own voice chastise myself.." He pouts, placing a hand on his hip. "Yeah, well it doesn't feel great to see you flaunting around in my body either." You respond, holding a dejected look on Satoru's features that he probably has never made in his life. "Oh? you don't like me inside you?" He teased, covering his mouth as he giggled mischievously. "Please don't say gross things in my voice," you responded, rolling your eyes as you started to make your way out of the run-down building so Ijichi could see the two of you from the street.

"You're so serious~" He teased, using your shorter legs to run up to you and wrap himself around your arm, leaning your head against his arm as the two of you walked. "Also why did you not tell me you had to pee so bad." He said, making you choke on your own spit as you stopped in your pursuit of the road. "You are not under any circumstances going to piss while you're in my body." You emphasized, making a point to look into his eyes when you spoke.

"Why? Don't want me to see your cunt? heh." He laughed, once again using his filthy mouth to defile your voice. "What do you think Satoru?" You said, deadpanning at him. "Ahh~ you make my face look so scary~" He teased, curling your body up to his own arm once more as the two of you pushed forth towards society once more.

Once Ijichi's car, and the anxious man himself, came into view, you pushed the body that was clinging too tightly to your arm off of you. "Are you two alright?" He asked, coming up to your body. "Oh, Ijichi ~ you're such a caring man~ why don't you-" "That Gojo Ijichi, don't forget.' You reminded, looking blankly down at the dark-haired man, who had started to blush at your words. After an apology from the nervous man, and a quick slap to your body's shoulder that made Gojo whine through his laugh, the two of you got into the car.

The drive had started off with more shenanigans from Gojo in your body, trying to fluster Ijichi, which you quickly shut down by slapping Gojo's large hand over your own mouth. After that though, the drive started to quiet down, the three of you falling into a comfortable silence save for the radio playing some generic song in the background to fill the void. You noticed Gojo had started to bounce his leg in your body, peeking out the corner of your eye you saw your head was tipped back on the headrest, your eyes were squeezed shut, and your lip was pulled between your teeth; you looked like you were in pain.

"Gojo." You whispered, making him drop his chin and look at you, before he smiled through the uncomfortably, "I wasn't lying about needing to-" You quickly cut him off, waving his hands in front of you, "I know, I know." You said, before heaving out a sigh, "This fucking suuuuck." You drawled, letting your own head tip back agaisnt the headrest as you heard your own voice giggle at your unfortunate situation.

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"Satoru hurry!" You yelled, tapping your foot anxiously on the ground as you stood in front of the bathroom door with your arms crossed, waiting for Gojo to finish his business. "Don't rush me! It's hard to pee with a blindfold on you know." He sighed, your voice coming through the door muffled. You had tied Gojo's own pitch-black blindfold over his eyes before you let him go into the bathroom, making sure he couldn't see a thing. You wanted him to leave to door open so you could make sure he really didn't peek, but then you put yourself in his shoes and realized you wouldn't want Gojo to watch while you were.. so you abandoned that thought.

Right before you were about to yell at the man for taking too long again, he opened the door, the blindfold off of your eyes and in your hands. Your face tunred beat red, your jaw dropped and your lungs filled with profanities and curses, ready to spill but- "I took it off to wash my hands captain stick-up-her-ass, relax~" He said, giving you a smug look before he pushed past you and started walking down the hallway. You bit your tongue as you watched your body move down the hall, "Where are you going?" You asked, placing your hands on his hips.

"Well~ I was hoping you could show me to your room because.." He held your hands out in front of him before he gestured to your body, which was covered in dirt, debris, curse blood, you name it. You could feel a headache start to come on, rubbing your fingers against his temple you sighed, realizing he was going to have to take a shower. You followed in his footsteps down the hall as you passed him, leading him to your room. "Thank you~" He cooed, a pep in his step as he followed behind you.

Once you reached your room you gripped your hand on the top of the door as he slipped under your arm and made his way into your room. You were caught off guard for a second, you knew Gojo was big, but you never really realized your size difference until now. Feeling yourself grow hot in the face you quickly snapped yourself out of it as you followed him into your room.

"Ahhhhh~" Gojo moaned in your voice, plopping him and his filthy body down on your pristine sheets. "You have two seconds to get off my bed before I use your own technique to kill you." You said with his deep voice, making him sigh as he reluctantly dropped his legs back down onto the floor and dragged his body off the sheets, standing as he crossed his arms at you. "Im tireddd, you seriously need to work on your stamina." He said, rubbing your thighs with your hands, "This body is exhausted, I feel like I'm going to collapse." He complained.

You ignored his comments as you dug through your drawer, trying to find something sufficient for him to change into. You settled on a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, collecting them under your arm you threw them in his direction, the man skillfully catching them in his hands. "You don't have anything a little sexier?" He said, holding up the ragged band tee in front of him while he tucked the shorts under his arms. "Please." You begged, your eye twitching when you turned to look at him.

"You should probably.." You froze, your face heating up at the words you haven't even spoken yet. "Stop making me look so bashful, it's unbecoming." He said, a face of displeasing spreading itself on your futures. "God- Fuck, please just go take a shower and don't.. don't- don't be weird!" You sputtered, throwing your hands in the air in defeat before you opened the door and stepped aside so he could leave your bedroom and head for the shower rooms. "Yes ma'am~" He cooed, looking up at you through your lashes at you while he walked past you and started down the hallway.

Once he was out of view, you shut your door behind yourself as you slid down the wood dramatically, burring your face in Gojo's massive hands as you tried not to think too hard about what he might see, or what he was going to do with your body.

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Gojo locked the door to the shower rooms behind him, screw anyone else that needed to wash up he needed to be alone right now. Your pleas and begs to not look at your body too long or be weird with yourself getting thrown out the window when your frame came into view in the full-length mirror that was in the bathroom before the shower stalls. He whistled at what he saw, turning himself around he looked over your shoulder and stared at your ass through the mirror.

Gojo was having the time of his life checking out his new temporary body. He was astonished at how pretty you still managed to look with messed up hair and ruined clothes. He stared intently at your body as he turned back around and started unzipping your jacket slowly, biting his lip when your body clad in a tight black t-shirt came into view. "Fuck, this is insane." Gojo laughed to himself, feeling a familiar yet unfamiliar warmth blossom in your stomach.

He let the jacket drop to the floor before he crossed his arms over your body and gripped the bottom of your shirt as he slowly dragged the fabric up and over your head, a shaky breath escaping your lips when he saw your bare flesh, the top half of your figure only being clad in a bra. "She'll never know." He giggled to himself before he turned around again, slipping your fingers under the hem of your pants he slowly and seductively slid them down your body, the heat in his stomach growing when your pantyclad pussy came into view as he kicked the pants to the side.

"Who knew all I had to do to get you naked was to do it myself." He said, watching himself in the mirror. Fuck, your voice was turning him on. He might be the one in control of your body right now, but the soul residing inside was still Gojo Satoru, the man who got hard watching you stretch your arms over your head before you spared. He turned around and reached his hand behind his back to unclasp your bra, biting his lip and smiling when he felt your tits fall freely in the air.

"Fuck." He wined in your voice, making your body grow wet as he slid the garment off your body and let it join the pile that had built up on the floor. He brought your hands up to your breasts as squished them together, kneading the soft mounds in his hands, pinching your nipples, jiggling them around, he touched and manipulated them in all the ways he could thing, all while he giggled at his own ministrations. "Now to see this cunt~"

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Back in your room, you were still on the floor, your head had left the confines of your hands as it rested against the door with your eyes shut. You were going over in your head the way you looked from his point of view; how much smaller than him you were, the height difference, his deep voice, how warm his body was, how- what the fuck was that? You swore you felt something twitch in his pants. You dropped your gaze hesitantly to his lap and noticed a large tent was poking up right where his crotch was.

You had got to be joking. While fantasizing in his body, you had accidentally riled yourself up to the point you were sporting a boner? This was unreal. How did it go away? How long would it take? Oh god, why was his pervy body so sensitive? You did notice the familiar warmth in your lower regions, only in this body, instead of almost feeling your arousal throughout your whole body, you felt it more focused on his crotch.

You bit your lip, shutting your eyes as you tipped your head back against the door again. You couldn't stop your mind from wandering back to all the little things you noticed while being in his body, you wanted to stop you really did, you could not be like Gojo, you were not a perv, you were not a hypocrite.. but one look couldn't hurt anything right? Gojo would likely be in the bathroom for a while, he would never know if you just looked at it, right?

With a heavy sigh, you stood up and walked up to your full-length mirror, unzipping his jacket quickly and throwing it on your bed you lifted his shirt up on his body and stared at his insane physique. His abs seemed to glow under the light in your room, and the indents and muscles on his frame seemed to go on forever. How did he manage to stay so fit when he was constantly eating all those sweets? Men..

The bulge his body was sporting in his slacks made the whole view look so much more erotic, you bit your lip, your breath picking up the more you shamelessly gazed at his body in the mirror. You lifted his shirt more to get a view of his rock-hard pecs, a shaky breath leaving his lungs at his long and toned torso completely unobstructed by clothes to your eyes. You had already come this far.. looking a little more wouldn't hurt right? It's not like you were going to touch anything and besides! Gojo was absolutely doing the exact same thing right now.

Although the thought of Gojo checking out your body the way you were doing to him right now made your face heat up, you once again felt that same twitching under his pants. "Ugh, fucking quit that!" You chastised his dick, your face scrunching up in annoyance as you spoke to it.

You slipped his fingers under his waistband, you slid the fabric down lower- his v-line became more visible to you, lower- a white happy trail was exposed, lower- the base of his cock was unveiled as you could now see it throb under your gaze. You slid his pants down to about his mid-thighs, biting your lip as a shaky moan left his lips, making you feel dizzy at the erotic sound. His cock dripped a thick drop of pre onto the floor beneath you as you watched it hang freely in the room, twitching in the air.

He was so big it almost made you mad, realizing at that moment his cockiness and confidence not only came from his good looks and impressive talent but also from his massive cock. You dropped to his knees, perching yourself on them as you pulled up his shirt and bit the fabric between your teeth, letting yourself have a full view of his body. "Fuck." You moaned, the sound coming out muffled from the fabric tucked between your teeth as you let his warm hands come up to caress his body.

You felt every indent and ridge his body had to offer as you smoothed his massive hands over his body. Any guild you might've felt earlier being washed away at the unreal sight in front of you. The throbbing in his crotch was becoming unbearable the longer you worked yourself up. You tried to stop your hands from dropping any lower, you really did, but when you felt the way his hand wrapped around his cock, the relief, the pleasure, you had no regrets.

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Gojo sat on the floor of the shower with a slack jaw as he watched your small fingers piston in and out of your tight cunt, moaning and whining at how warm and wet you felt around your fingers. "S-Satoru, Satoru-" He moaned in your voice, getting himself off on hearing your voice moan out his name. "Fuck- this feels so fucking good-" He whined, tipping his head bak agaisnt the shower wall.

He thought fingering himself would feel uncomfortable, but he was sorely mistaken. Your body was made for taking things inside your tight little cunt, the feeling of pleasure immediately washing over his body from just sliding his fingers inside your cunt. He had already cum twice from fingering your body and rubbing your fingers over your sensitive clit, he just couldn't get enough. He had no idea how long he had been in there for, but the water was still running hot so it couldn't have been that long.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yesyesyes-" He moaned in your voice, wanting to get the most out of this experience while he could, he didn't know if he would ever get to be this up close and personal with your body again after all. He tweaked your nipples in his fingers, biting your lip as loud moans echoed off the walls of the bathroom, his hips humping into your fingers as he felt himself approach another orgasm.

"Soooooo fucked- heh- S-so fucked up" He groaned, your voice raising in pitch as he fought the urge to keep your legs apart, moaning out his name once more when he came. Your body curled in on itself as he continued fucking his fingers in and out of your cunt, working himself through the orgasm. "A-ahhh ngh- fuck-" He wined, pulling his fingers from your walls as your legs snapped shut, and your cunt clenched around nothing. The friction your thighs brought on your sensitive cunt as you came down from your orgasm felt heavenly.

Your body relaxed under the pelting water droplets hit his body, your gasps filling the bathroom as he tried to catch his breath. Gojo couldn't help but think how much better it felt to come as a woman, he felt like his whole soul left his body each time he came, the electricity that zapped through his whole body and made his mind cloudy was a feeling that could not be beat. He almost started mourning the curse you had killed, he wanted to experience this all the time.

With a sigh he pulled himself off of the floor, standing on shaky legs as he shut off the water and giggled to himself as he took the towel down from the side of the shower. "Fuck, it feels a little sore down there.. hope she doesn't notice, heh." And with that, the white-haired man started to dry off your hair and dress your body back up in the nice clean clothes you had given him.

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"Fuck- fuck- o-ohmygod" You rapidly stroked your hand over his cock while you stared at Gojo's body in the mirror. It was a weird feeling, being aroused by this body while you had full control over it, but the fucked up situation almost made it more exciting. Gojo's balls felt so heavy and warm under your palm as you massaged in between your fingers. His back arched in the mirror every time you ran your hand over the sensitive tip of his dick.

It had taken you a minute to get used to the feeling and to find the right rhythm, but once you did, you were going fucking insane. You don't know how Gojo had lived his whole life with such a sensitive cock, every time you stroked over his length his body jerked and twitched, pre cum dripped from his dick, and his breath hitched, it was a mess. His needy whines and deep groanes you had occasionally let slip was driving your arousal up the walls, the way his abs clenched under your ministrations, and the feeling of his cock twitching when the stimulation got too much; you were feeling drunk.

"Right fucking- there- yess~" You groaned in his voice, stroking his cock slower but rougher as you squeezed your fist tightly around him. You wished you could fuck someone while you were in his body. If his hand felt this good, could you imagine how a mouth felt around it? Or a pussy? An ass? The possibilities and fantasies you were painting in your head were making his balls tighten, a familiar feeling coiling itself in the pit of his stomach.

"Shit, think I'm gonna cum." You vocalized, wanting to hear his voice, as the effect it had on you was embarrassing. You might be incapable of saying the filthy shit Gojo says on a daily basis, but you were sure as hell good at moaning and vocalizing your pleasure when something felt good. You wanted to hear how his voice sounded when it moaned out your name, but the embarrassment was too much, just thinking about it made you blush.

Your breath picked up as you thrust his hips to meet your strokes, both losing rhythm as you brought his body closer and closer to orgasm. "A-ahhh- fuck its coming its- fu-fuck-" You groaned, watching with a slacked jaw as long ropes of cum spurted out of his dick. Some of the ropes coated his hand and eased the slide on his cock as you stroked him through his orgasm, some being shot out onto the mirror in front of you, making the whole scene look pornographic.

His orgasm felt different from the ones you were used to, but it felt just as good. The heat was stronger in the pit of your stomach, and his cock was ten times as sensitive as your clit usually was right when you came. You felt different afterward too, a wave of shame and realization flooded over you when you realized what you had just done. "Ughhhh.." You groaned, being able to blame the unreasonable hornieness on this new body of yours as you washed the shame from your head, using a nearby towel from the other night to wipe off your dirtied mirror and his sensitive cock.

You winced and sucked a breath in through your teeth at the oversensitivity you felt while you wiped off his softening cock; silently curing him as it was still massive when it was flaccid. As soon as you tucked his cock back into his pants and straightened his apearance back up, you heard a knock on your door that nearly sent your soul flying out of your body.

"Let me innn, it's cold out here~" You heard your voice whine from the other side of the door. You took a deep breath before you walked over to the door and pulled it open, being faced with a damp-haired you. "Why do I look like shit? My face is so red." Gojo complained, walking past you as he dumped your clothes in your hamper before he walked over to your mirror to fix up your still-wet hair.

"Just got hot," You brushed off his remark. "How was your shower?" You asked, avoiding eye contact as you watched him fix your hair in the mirror. "Ohh you know~ Hot." He giggled. You rolled your eyes at his words, dismissing him as you plopped his heavy body on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I need to get my body back." You mumbled under your breath, making him look over to you from his place in front of the mirror, "What was that?" He asked, making you bite your lip between your teeth as you sighed heavily, replaying the last couple minutes over and over in your head. "Oh, nothing." You replied, biting the inside of your cheek.

part 2 :)

[hoshigray]

Are you able to right a gojo fic? He pulls you aside after a meeting to a spicy makeout with you that leads to more than just a make out:,)

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: "more than a make out" indeed, lmao

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x afab/fem! reader - explicit reader; minors DNI - canon divergence; you're gojo's partner who works in Tokyo jujutsu tech with him - kissing; making out - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - breast sucking - deep impact position - praising - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, princess, sweetie) - cameos: Ijichi and Yaga - Gojo is a touch-starved fool, bless him lol.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k

“Y/n~~!”

“…! Oh, Gojo!”

“Ahh, it’s Gojo-sensei!”

Being the strongest sorcerer in the modern world is a hassle, no matter how much Gojo loves to shake it off as if it’s not. Not that he doesn’t mind it — no, no. If anything, he prides himself in it. It fills his ego, knowing that a scarce few could be compatible with his power. He’s a dependable light for the jujutsu world, sorcerers of the nation thankful that he's not on the wrong side. 

But alas, being the best has its taxing side, especially taking in tedious missions across the land and attending mandatory meetings with the entire jujutsu faculty body — not to mention being a teacher. The white-haired sorcerer was a busy man — no other way to explain it. However, the worst thing about it all was that there would be times when he’d have less time to spend with a certain someone who had him in the palm of their hands. And if he keeps being away from them, he might – no, will – malfunction. 

You were Gojo’s partner, his sweet baby that he cherished more than anything. You were a faculty member of Tokyo Jujutsu High, making things a little easier for the two of you to meet and elope (professionally). Nevertheless, those moments seem to frequent less and less with how many meetings have Gojo backed up this past week. The poor guy can’t even remember the last time he heard your sweet voice (which is a lie since you call every morning and night; he makes sure you do). 

Although, today would be different. Once this meeting with the Kyoto officials ended, he made a straight beeline out of the room to find you. And to his cheerful chuckle, he skips in your direction when he sees you conversing with Yuuji in the hallway. The salmon-haired teen greets his teacher with a high-five and a bow from you. 

Yuuji hears Megumi call for him from outside, so the boy dismisses himself with a goodbye and wanders off, leaving you and Gojo to yourselves. 

“Hello, Y/n~,” the man says your name with a happy tune, his lanky figure swaying to be close to you.

“Good noon, Gojo,” you greet him again with a modest smile as the tall man walks to you. “How was your meeting? Did the officials give you a tough ti—Mmmph!?”Your boyfriend surprises you with a kiss, taking in your perplexed moan with his pillowy lips. One peck comes after another while Gojo’s hands sneak to your waist. You quickly push him away, but his hold keeps you close to his figure. “G–Gojo, what are you doing!?” You express your concern in confusion, covering your lips with a hand. 

“Mmm? What do you mean? I’m greeting my princess with a kiss,” the blindfolded man says so matter-of-factly, beaming his delighted demeanor that nearly blinds you. “I miss you!”

“I miss you, too, but you can’t just—“ He tilts his head as you try to explain. You chew your lip with cheeks boosting in warmth, averting your glance away from his charming face that’s inching closer and closer to yours. His eyes are masked by the black cloth around his face; however, you can still sense the intensity of his gaze. “N-Not in public, Gojo...”

He plays the whining card, bringing you in for a tight hug that could restrain your breathing. “Ehhh, but I haven’t seen or touched you in days! See, we’ve been apart for so long that you’re going back to referring to me by my last name!”

“I always call you by your family name when in the school, no??”

“Yeah, but that’s only for when people are around, not just the two of us!” His complaints are genuine, swaying around with you in his arms. You roll your eyes, listening to him yap more. “Come on, Y/n; it’s been such a hectic week for me, missions after missions, meetings after meetings. Any more than this, and I just might combust — especially when I don’t have time to see my angel.”

You hear him make fake crying noises to your shoulder, reminding yourself how much your tall, strong boyfriend can be such a whiny puppy if he’s away from you for too long. But you can’t kid yourself; you missed spending time with him just as much as he did. “I know; I wanna see you more often, too. Don’t you worry, okay? This week is almost over, so keep pushing through like the tough man you are…Hehe, my strong Satoru.”

The snow-haired sorcerer springs up with a childish smile at the use of his name, his dimples present with the shine of his teeth. “If that’s what must happen, can your strong Satoru ask for another kiss to make his hell a little bearable?”

You give him a look at his request, but his anticipation doesn’t falter. With a sigh, you smile and whisper, “Just a kiss, Satoru?”

He chuckles lightly, drawing his mouth close to yours. “Yes, princess.”

His soft lips land on yours. There’s no restraint as you welcome him, your hands coming around to cup his cheeks before breaking the kiss. “One more,” he says before your nose is brushed away from his. You comply and place another gentler peck, and the man sneaks a hand from your waist to the back of your head. You withdraw your lips again, but Gojo utters another “One more…” Your stomach does flips knowing what game he’s trying to play. Another kiss is received, and his leg sneaks in between yours.

You mewl, finding yourself stuck in this predicament. He’s now in control, using this opportunity to deepen the kiss and make it more passionate, sucking your bottom lip and running his tongue for more access. You have no choice but to accept him, whimpering at the tongue intruding into your oral cavity while his leg moves further and further. 

Your hands come to his shoulders, gripping his jacket as the Gojo furthers himself into the kiss. The hand behind your head keeps you steady, keeping him focused on your mouth, where he sucks on your tongue in a way that leaves you breathless — like, actually. After he quits the kiss, you two are gasping for air so hard, and your lips are wet because of him. 

“Hahhh, ’Toru, stop,” you wipe spit from your mouth. “We can’t be doing this here…”

Your complaint falls on deaf ears, the sorcerer placing chaste kisses on your cheek. “Hmmm, why not?”

“Mmm..Someone, your students, we’d be caught here…”

Gojo smirks; it’ll never stop being adorable how bashful you are around him, particularly when he expresses his undying affection for you in public. But he will respect your wishes, and the idea that pops into his head makes him giggle.

Before you can process anything, Gojo picks you up with your legs held up and a hand on your back. You squeak at the unexpected action, grabbing a hold of his neck to balance yourself. Your mouth opens to express your bewilderment. Yet one moment, you two are in a hallway of the school; then you’re transported to a familiar room with a bed the next — your bedroom.

You blink in perplexity as Gojo throws you on top of your bed, stammering to find the right words. “Satoru, I wish you’d stop teleporting without letting me know! And don’t you have another meeting to get to!? Why are we in my apart—“ You don’t finish that sentence; you stop yourself once Gojo crawled up on the bed to you. Suddenly, you feel too small to utter a word.

“Sorry, baby,” No, he wasn’t. Not with that childish grin posted on his face. He brings his face to yours, placing more smacks on your lips. “But you’re the one who said we shouldn’t be doing this on school grounds. Heh, you act so cute when you’re shy…”

“No, Satoru, we can’t—Mmmm,” silencing you with kisses was such a vile card, knowing you’d be whimpering under him just from him twirling his tongue with yours. “Mmph..Mmah…! You’re scheduled for…another meet—“

“Shhh, don’t worry; I can be late for a few minutes,” another lie. If Gojo’s late to another meeting, Principal Yaga will put the younger man in a chokehold again. “I’ll make this quick, I promise. So, just let me enjoy you…”

Sucking your tongue is all it takes for you to give up on trying to persuade him out of what he’s doing. Gojo takes off and throws his jacket to the bedroom floor to let his black fitted tee breathe, and his hands initiate unbuttoning your blouse. He then slithers it down to the bottom of your long pencil skirt to pull up, greeting your undergarments with his digits. You jerk at the contact of his middle finger that presses on the damp spot of your panties, earning a faint, salacious laugh from Gojo. 

“Awww, did my baby get wet just from kissing earlier?” He rubs the underwear further, soaking the spot more with your fluids. Your thighs tremble, “Did you miss me that much?”

“Sato—Oooh!” He sinks his finger deeper into your entrance; the material barrier is so wet from your essence seeping through. “Your finger...Mmm.”

“What is it, cutie?” He whispers to your ear, and you have to bite down on your lip to suppress a moan. “You want my fingers?” You nod sheepishly, amusing the snow-haired man. “Now, Y/n, you know I want to hear you tell me what you want. Use your words, princess.”

You gulp to satiate your dry throat. “Yess, Satoruu, I want your fingers. Please, let me cum on your fingers…”

“That’s my angel,” he praises before straightening himself between your sheer pantyhose-covered legs. After sliding your damp panties off, he brings a leg to his shoulder and finally slides his blindfold off his face, his hair losing its spiky position and falling with gravity. Cerulean eyes catch a glimpse of your wet cunt in his sights, biting his lip. “Made such a pretty mess all for me, huh.”

His hand returns to your now bare chasm, sliding his ring and middle finger between your soaking folds. You hum to the touch, gripping on your blouse to use as reins. After a few seconds, he inserts the middle digit inside, immediately going to work after he pulls a gasp from your surprised body.

Slow motions sneak up on you, scraping your velvet texture with the blunt fingertip. His slender digit pushed and pulled from inside you, making sure you took him to the knuckle. He swirls it around, evoking shaky screams from him, scratching your inner walls so diligently. And your eyebrows furrow once the movement quickens.

“Hooohh, ohhh!” You threw your head back to the pillows. “Ahhnn, faster, go faster…”

“Hmm? You want me to go faster?” He teases with a perched brow. He does as asked, but with a catch; he sneaks his ring finger inside with your slick as lube. You shriek, two fingers now ravaging your insides and pleasing you with faster shifts. “Like this?” Did you even have to answer that; were you gripping the sheets and hips moving on their own not enough?

“Oooo, fuahhh, fuuckk, ‘Toru, nooo, y’re making me…Hoohh!”

“Yeah, that’s right,” he kisses your calf before placing his lips on your ankle to lick playfully. “Just let me make you feel all good.”

Fuck did Gojo miss this; it’s been more than a week since he’s had his hands on your body like this. The constant meetings have almost made him forget the warmth and plush of your frame. He needed this, like, BAD. He’s barely containing himself now; the image of your slit taking his fingers so well is bubbling his excitement, and the tent of his pants that shields a boner grows painfully hornier.

You were bound to cum on his fingers in no time, howling with an arched back when he does the ‘come hither’ motion and scrapes your inner walls. They contract around his digits as your legs tremble with the surge of your orgasm. Gojo loves the sight and stirs the fingers to tease your keen nerves more. “Good job, sweetie,” he kisses your ankle again while slowly removing his fingers from you, inserting them inside his mouth to lather his tongue with your juices. He almost caves in just from the taste.

But a sudden buzz in the pocket of his pants alerts him. He brings out his phone ringing with a call and presses the green button before pressing the device to his ear. “Yo, Ijichi.”

“Ah, thank goodness you picked up. Where are you; the meeting starts in a few minutes.”

“Mmm, I’m at Y/n’s,” even if you’re in a tiny daze, your face morphed into an expression of shock at his nonchalant honesty. “I’m only here to grab something real quick, and then I’ll head back to the school.”

“Are you sure…?”

He laughs, “Now, Ijichi, are you calling me a liar?”

That was precisely what he was — a whole liar.

“—Taahh, ahhhn, Sa’oruuuuu! Yer hitting shoo deep in—Saaahh!!”

It’s been a solid fifteen minutes after that call with Ijichi, and Gojo is still in the confines of your bedroom. He was very much late; of course, he was. Why would he not be? He finally has this chance to have you to himself, so he’s indulging it however long he wishes.

Gojo ripped you out of your clothes to meet with his clothing on the floor, leaving you bare and nude for him aside from your pantyhose. You’re lying on your side with one leg up on Gojo’s shoulder while the other is between his, and his cock now pushing to and fro inside your chasm that was filled with his come. 

His thrusts were sharp and rough, the curve of his dick jabbing areas in your vagina you never thought would be stimulated. Jesus, his length was dangerous, having you babbling incoherent words to the air and reaching so deep inside that you quaked under him. Your brain is stuck in a haze, especially since this is the second time he’s fucking inside you and made you cum a total of three times!

“Ohhmy, Gohhhd! Sato—Ohhhh…!!” He grasps around your leg to plunge himself further and faster, the work of his pelvis having you see stars.

“Hsshhh, God, you feel so fucking good, baby,” he coos sweetly, juxtaposing with the erratic pace of his hips that move your figure with every rut. Azure orbs take in the display before him; your naked body submitted to him to alleviate his week-long stress and please the both of you. Strands of his silverfish-white hair are drenched from the sweat built on his forehead. “—Hmmgh! Shit…keep clamping onto me like that.”

You chew on your lip, sneaking a hand down on your clitoris to whisk your fingers around it. Oh, it feels so good, playing with yourself as your boyfriend massages your insides. “Mmaaah, s’ good...”

“Hmm, what’s that?” His hips now go slow; the stretch his curve causes when entering inside has your toes curl. “What feels good?” He then snaps his pelvis to startle you.

“—Mmmph!! You! Y’u feel so good, ‘Toruuu..!”

“Heh, you feel amazing yourself, Y/n,” returning to an erratic rhythm, Gojo pumps his cock til the base kisses your squelching folds. His balls smack onto you after every push. He then curves downward for his face to be closer for you to hear him, “Hmmnn, you gonna be good and come again, right?”

You nod cursorily, your eyes shut to enhance the feeling of you rubbing on your bud. “Yesshh, I’m so close, I wanna cum…Want you to fill me u—Uuuhhn!!”

“Jesus, you look so fucking hot,” he grins before bringing his mouth to your nipple, his tongue dancing around the tip to harden. “Let’s cum together, okay, cutie?”

He sucks in your nipple as his thrusts go grim, and severe hits to your cunt result in you wailing far from your control. The tip of his cock picks at your silky walls so euphorically that you hum his name. A hand comes to your chest to keep you steady and synced with him, and he keeps rutting into you even when his body shudders as his load is exerted inside your tight slit. And you’re not far from him either; your orgasm seconds away from his hits you hard, and you quiver in the shocks coursing through your body.

As you two rock slowly through your crescendos, your essence mixes with his seed, and your sweaty bodies heave and pant for the third time this session. Gojo releases your nipple from his mouth after withdrawing his dick from inside, and his jizz seeps out of your frame. “Phew, man, how I needed that.”

You respond despite your brain feeling a bit all over the place. “Are you happy now?”

He laughs while kissing your cheek. “Thank you, princess!”

“You’re welcome, Toru,” you shook your head with a meek smile. “But you really should get going; I don’t want you getting in trouble with—“

KNOCK!! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!

An abrupt sound comes from the front door, confusing the both of you as the knock comes from out of nowhere. Nonetheless, you get up and wipe yourself quickly before putting your clothes back on. Gojo does the same as you walk out of the bedroom to see who’s at your door. And once you open the door, your heart meets your stomach.

“Y/n,” it was Yaga, the principal adorning his usual attire and sunglasses.

“Principal Yaga,” you greeted the older man with a hurried bow. “Wh–What can I do for you—“

“He’s here, isn’t he?”

Your lips flatten at the question, using the silence to speak for itself as you move out of the way for the principal to enter. Yaga apologizes for the intrusion before marching into your apartment and presumably going after the person still in your bedroom, who lets out an exclaimed shout of pain from what you can assume was from a punch to the head from his old teacher. 

The former instructor strolls back to the front door where you remained; Gojo is dragged on the floor behind him. “Sorry again for the inconvenience,” Yaga puts his shoes back on before exiting your home. You observe the men leave with a heavy sigh, waving goodbye to your snow-haired sorcerer as he’s pulled across the hall like a toddler.

“See ya, sweetie,” he cries out to you without regard to the neighbors hearing him, putting his blindfold back on. “I miss you already!”

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[angel-kyo]

Pay it no mind

Part II

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself. There is also a mention of Shoko sometimes skipping meals out of habit.

Previous: Part I

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"So where is the menace?" Shoko asked, sitting across from you while you ate your noodles.

You were in the cafeteria of Jujutsu Tech and Shoko was just pushing around the veggies left on her plate.

You gulped down the last of your meal. "Satoru?" She gave you a light nod, "I think Ijichi called him for a meeting or something."

Shoko nodded. "He must be busy... You have been eating lunch with me every day."

She sounded thoughtful rather than bothered, so you smirked. "Sick of me already?" You looked at the food remaining on her plate.

Ieiri was not the type to eat too much during lunch, skipping meals here and there sometimes for work, an unhealthy habit you had scolded her for in multiple occasions, but concern was not the only reason why you had been dragging her around or intruding into her office at lunch time almost every day for the last three weeks, and she could sense it.

"Not just yet." She hummed, finally pushing her plate away and directing her soft gaze your way. "But is everything okay between you two?"

Her question sounded almost disinterested. After all, it was a common occurrence for you to drop by the infirmary to remind her to eat, or even persuade her to join you and Gojo in the cafeteria, but she had picked up on something these days.

It first caught her attention that day the three of you had been eating together. She announced she had to return to the infirmary sooner than expected, and you got up immediately after her, saying you had to go too, despite having barely touched your food, leaving Gojo to have lunch alone. Your excuse had been poor, and she saw you sitting in front of the empty training fields not so long after that. That was the first day she noticed; it was as if you did not want to be left alone with Gojo. Not that she could not understand it; one needed the patience of a saint to endure that man's antics, but you had never seemed too bothered by him.

Probably a secondary effect of knowing him for so long, she mused.

Truth was you did want to spend time with Gojo, just as much as usual. You thought things should not be particularly weird after your confession, but the slightly tense smile he kept throwing your way during lunch that same day after you had confessed made you think he might feel a bit uncomfortable after all.

I might be seeing something that is not really there, you thought, but I don't want to push him much.

"Everything is fine." You smiled. "I guess he is just busy."

Shoko returned your smile, and you moved on conversing about the latest weirdest things she had read while doing medical research. It was only when you were walking with her back to the infirmary that she said "You know? For a second, I thought you and that idiot were breaking up."

If she noticed the way your gaze dropped, she did not say.

"I know, I know, you are not a couple and all that chit chat... I believe you, but you know what I mean." Your nod was imperceptible, but you understood what she meant.

Through the years, people had sometimes gotten the impression you and Gojo were an item. Both of you had always denied it and just acted cool about it, though. You wondered if you would continue being able to do that.

Shoko, you are spot on...

"But you have always been close, haven't you?", she continued, "So I can't see that happening. He is a pain that arrives to stay, all right." Shoko muttered that last part, but it still made you smile.

You liked Ieiri a lot; her presence and her words were often comforting.

***

Satoru felt a tinge of guilt holding half-a-full box of sweets over the trashcan at his place. It was the one you had given him almost three weeks ago and that had been stalling in his fridge until they had finally gone bad. He had tried to eat them, really, but...

"I like you too, you are the nicest one around here."

"I see."

Every bite reminded him of his stupidity and that hurt look on your face. Sweet turning bitter in his mouth.

He was not sure of why he had said it like that. It had just been... sudden. So much that not even he, the user of the six eyes, had seen it coming.

If asked, Gojo would say he had not felt uncomfortable. Actually, he could not remember a time when he had ever felt uncomfortable around you. Since you met as kids, you had become friends easily, as if it was only natural, like you were meant to be part of each other. That may be why, when you told him you liked him that way, it felt as if his own hand had moved without his commanding and slapped him.

Not that it bothered me, but when did it happen?

He let the sweets fall into the bin.

That day, he thought he had messed up for real. Nevertheless, you had been surprisingly casual about it and even joined him for lunch as if nothing had happened. The days that followed, you would still walk beside him and banter with him at any time, but he could not help feeling as if some new kind of barrier was appearing between the two of you. Whether you had gotten over him as soon as you had handed him that box or if you were actually just concealing your real feelings from him, he found both possibilities unsettling.

He thought he knew you pretty well in all but one department: romantic love. To be honest, neither of you had much dating experience, and he could only recall a season of your youth when you had been infatuated with some guy back in your high school days. Not something he really wanted to remember, though.

Right... Back then too, his own feelings around you had been a knot he could not untie.

***

What's the difference between these two?

You had been browsing the store for the last twenty minutes trying to find your usual brand of shampoo with no luck, so you were finally giving in into buying a different kind, but the options you were looking at were not all that convincing.

They look the same to me except for the price... Changing brands is a pain. Maybe I should check one more store, they could still have it there.

You returned both bottles to the shelf.

"[Last name]?" You looked at the stranger that had called you, meeting with a pair of pretty hazel eyes that were, in fact, not that unfamiliar to you.

"Ikeda?" Your lips were already curving upwards.

He returned your smile. "It's been a while."

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Note: This is where I thought this would become longer than I had expected, because if we have part 2, we might as well just go for part 3, right? Anyways...

Thank you for reading!

Next: Part III

[envy-of-the-apple]

RAST IS AMAZING!!! I’VE READ IT FOR ABOUT 3 TIMES NOW. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR CREATING THIS LOVELY GEM OF A FIC <3

So how did Satoru’s feelings for ms gem develop? For Suguru, was it love-at-first-sight? I don’t know how in-sync the minds of stsg are here but what kind of dynamic would the three of them have in the long run?

ty! i dont rlly like explaining how the yandere fell cuz i never feel as though my explanations are believable, but since u left such a sweet comment ill give a short prequel

Over the weeks, Satoru grew increasingly accustomed to Suguru talking about his new worker bee.

Their nightly talks were the one thing Satoru looked forward to during every trip overseas. Listening to his man drone on and on about one thing or another.

However, Suguru's newest hyperfixation was something else.

"—just the cutest thing." Suguru let out another dreamy sigh. "I think the two of you will hit it off quite nicely."

"Think so?" Satoru grins, amused. "Things were starting to get boring anyway. It'd be nice to come home and have something new to play with."

Suguru gives a disapproving grunt. "Not this time, Satoru. We're keeping this one."

Satoru sits up from the bed. "Keeping? You're acting like you took an animal off the street."

"Hm, I guess this could be comparable to finding a cute stray kitten," Suguru says.

Satoru frowns. He's not jealous, but Suguru's starting to get a little weird about the newbie. Sure, they'd dabbled in sharing before, but he's never heard Suguru gush about anyone like this. Not even him.

Fuck, okay, he might be a little jealous.

"This stray is very timid, however." Suguru continues. "So be nice."

Satoru scoffs. "I'm always nice."

"Ijichi and the rest of our employees say otherwise," Suguru responds. "Don't scare the poor thing off. And you'll see what I see soon enough."

Wow, he was serious about this. This new worker-bee really has him whipped.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it."

After he gets off the phone, Satoru flops on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The hotel bed feels so empty without Suguru's warmth.

Fine, he'll go back home and see what his man is so obsessed with. And if he doesn't like what he sees, he'll just kill the stray.

[ffsg0jo]

heavenly way to die

character: ijichi x gn reader (written with fem in mind but no descriptions whatsoever)

warnings: headaches, insecurities, self-deprecating thoughts, gojo, hurt/comfort. no one dies in this btw i just like the song 😭

w/c: 1700 words

a/n: this fic was commissioned by @figmentforms-the-human as part of @ficsforgaza scheme. i wanted to say thank you so much for your donation and thank you for your patience too whilst waiting for me to finish writing this. like i said in my original post i have covered the excess 700 words. i really hope you like the fic and i feel like a parrot with the repetition, but really and truly thank you for your donation.

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Ijichi yearned to go home and collapse onto his bed. The deep-rooted ache in his weary bones was spreading, and the throbbing at his temples was only getting worse. Today was even more exhausting than usual. It wasn’t even lunch yet, but he was ready to clock out. He didn’t know how much more he could take.

But that didn’t matter. It rarely did. His role is integral in aiding the sorcerers laying their lives on the line, and keeping people safe. Him slacking would have disastrous consequences and the last thing he wanted was you or one of the young students to get injured as collateral (and the last thing he needed was Gojo to call him useless once more). It was the least he could do. After all, his problems were minimal compared to yours.

With his glasses now sat perched on the dashboard of his car, Ijichi sighs, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the headrest, seeking some relief. The darkness did little to help his headache, but he’d take what little comfort he could. His lithe fingers come up to massage his temples, and he groans at the temporary respite it brings him.

Ijichi could cry. In fact, a tear or two may have escaped his eyes. He felt pathetic, overwhelmed, and on the verge of bursting out into tears in his car.

His day had started incredibly early, and whilst Nanami was always respectful and Gojo’s teasing, he could take, today was just one of those days. He constantly felt like he was doing something wrong, with Nanami less than receptive to his small talk and Gojo telling him his eyebags looked darker and heavier than usual. Even the bright and always polite Yuuji slammed his door shut without his usual thanks.

It only got worse when you, his latest passenger, noticed his downcast face and tried to cheer him up. Internally, he was forever grateful for your presence, but having to concentrate on driving and your words at the same time only worsened the throbbing and aching in his head. He felt terrible seeing you falter when you heard Ijichi’s grunts and slight nods instead of his usual upbeat responses.

God, he was just so stupid wasn’t he. He was blessed with someone who actually wanted to talk to him and be in his presence, yet Ijichi couldn’t give them the attention they deserved. He was sure you hated him now. He hated himself, too.

The throbbing in his head only intensified, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, his exhales stuttering in pain.

Fresh tears slipped out, this time in rapid succession.

You debate on whether you should knock on Ijichi’s window and ask him to unlock the car or not. You felt like an intruder witnessing the poor man’s crying and attempt at self-soothing. He hasn’t noticed you yet, and seeing him like that breaks your heart. Ijichi, one of the most hardworking and deserving men in the world, and he’s alone in his car, in tears.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that he was having a terrible day, and you wholeheartedly empathised with him, knowing work was only making things worse. You tried your best to cheer him up, but you quickly realised all he needed was to go home and rest. To take some time and really care for himself. And maybe let you care for him too.

Then there was the little stray you picked up whilst on your mission. Looking at the creature cradled in your arms, you guessed it was like the cursed inventory spirit Suguru had? But it was definitely way cuter, with its little shell and pointy head. It kind of looked like Yuuji too, now that you thought about it.

It immediately latched onto you after you exorcised its owner, and you didn’t have the heart to leave it behind. It seemed docile, but still, you were in a sticky situation, and there was no way Ijichi would be able to drive home. You wouldn’t let him. 

Having made your mind up, you walked away from the car, pulled out your phone, and made some calls.

Ijichi’s drawn out from his pity party by two gentle taps to the back window. His spine jumps out of his skin as he suddenly realises what he is supposed to be doing. Ijichi shoves his glasses back on, head throbbing at the sudden movement, and he unlocks the car, allowing you to open the back door and get in. He prays to all his lucky stars that you don’t mention his appearance or the fact that he was crying on the job.

Ijichi’s eyes widen as he watches you close the back door through the mirror and go to open his. You’re going to shout at him aren’t you. He imagines you waiting there in frustration after a tiring mission whilst he’s slacking on the job. Slowly, turning to face you, his eyes instinctually close as he prepares himself for your harsh words.

Except they don’t come.

A gentle touch to his cheek prompts him to open his eyes. Your fingers gently wipe away the leftover tears, and you press a comforting kiss to Ijichi’s forehead. His face burns at your gesture, and for some reason, he can feel his headache already getting better.

You gently lift his face, so his eyes are meeting yours, and you smile at him.

“Go get in the back Kiyo,” your soft voice lilts. “I’ll drive you home.”

He immediately tries to shake his head, slightly hissing at the pain it causes him. He had a job to do, and if he couldn’t even do that, what was the point of him? You slightly tightened your grip on his face, gazing into his watery eyes.

“I’ve let Principal Yaga know, it's okay. You’re obviously not feeling well, Kiyo, and I’m taking you home. That’s final”

Ijichi finds that he doesn’t have the strength to argue with the tone of finality in your voice. And he so desperately wanted to go home. He eventually nods, and you step aside, letting him get out of the car. Opening the back door for him, you help him get inside, securing the seatbelt around his frame. His face heats up at your actions, and he looks down at his shoes.

Once you shut the door, he stretches his legs out, leaning his head back and gulps down the cold bottle of water you had handed him moments before. As the car starts moving, he can’t help but sigh, already feeling ten times better. You were an angel, his biggest blessing.

He doesn’t have the energy to talk right now, but he hopes you know how grateful he is for everything. He’ll make sure to pay you back no matter what.  

As the exhausted man starts to drift off, he feels something nipping at his thigh. At first, he ignored it too weary to even decipher what on Earth it could be, but then he feels a harsher press against his thigh. Slightly opening his eyes, Ijichi peers down, and his heart almost stops beating. Pushing himself up against the door, Ijichi screams, causing you to whip your head back in alarm.

The pale-yellow creature only beams up at Ijichi in response to his scream, its little feet tapping the seat as it moves closer to Ijichi.

“E-eyes on the road (Name)!” he exclaims.

You turn back around and sheepishly look at him through the mirror. The creature wiggles its arms at Ijichi and climbs onto his lap.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you, but you looked so tired. It followed me after the mission, and I didn’t have the heart to tell it to go away.”

Ijichi calms down and slowly smiles down at the creature, imagining you folding immediately to the little cutie pie. The creature beams up at him even more, obsessed with Ijichi’s attention. The man reluctantly places his hand behind its little point and starts stroking it. Instantly, they both relaxed.  

“Looks like Togepi doesn’t it?” He speaks up, after a while.

You look at the mirror again, a smile gracing you face as you see the adorable pair playing with each other.

“I don’t know what a Togepi is, but I’ll take your word for it.”

“From Pokemon?”

“Never watched it.”

Ijichi looks at you like you’ve committed mass murder.

“You’ve never watched Pokemon?!”

“I was more of a Yu Gi Oh person growing up.”

You laugh at the incredulous look on the man’s face. This was the Ijichi you knew and loved. You knew some rest would help, and in such a short amount of time, he was already looking much better.

You knew his thoughts could be rather self-deprecating at times, but you also knew now wasn't the time to bring it up. He needed some respite and a distraction. So, instead, you'd focus on comforting him and ensuring he's okay for now.

The car falls silent with a small smile gracing everyone’s faces.

“I’m free for the rest of the day,” you said, breaking the silence somewhat nervously, avoiding his questioning gaze. “Maybe…you could show me what the hype’s all about?”

Ijichi looks up at you in surprise, shocked you wanted to waste your time spending it with someone like him. Especially after the stunt he pulled today. He already owed you so much, and he didn’t want you to feel forced to hang out with him out of pity.

You mistake his silence for rejection and immediately start backtracking. Maybe you’ve overstepped. After all there’s no way Ijichi would be interested in you.

“I’d love to,” he says breathlessly, interrupting your babbling. Both of your faces heat up, and Togepi 2.0 looks between you both. Ijichi would be the biggest fool in the world to turn you down. If the world had thought him deserving of a chance, as small as it may be, he’d grasp it with both hands and both feet.

“Okay,” you responded, biting your lips to subdue the massive smile, wanting to break out. “I’d love to, too.”

Ijichi looks out the window, hugging Togepi 2.0 to his chest, attempting to hide his own smile and flushed cheeks.

“A date?” You ask, feeling particularly bold.

You look at him through the rearview mirror and Ijichi lets out a soft giggle. Your heart feels like it’d burst with happiness as he turns to meet your eyes.

With his headache long forgotten, Ijichi nods.

“A date.”

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[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GOJO x FEM READER

Gojo has had better ideas than putting all of your friends together in one house, but at least you have a pool. 

wc — 2k

tags — large friend group, set after cruel summer but can be read as a stand alone, summer vacation

It’s already evening by the time you arrive. The sun is still warming the sky, but it’s descending steadily. It’s a shame. You had wanted to be there earlier. 

The minute you step out of the car and onto the grass, verdant in a way it never is in Tokyo, a large shape comes hurtling across the grass to snatch you up. Gojo grabs you around the waist and hauls you up so you’re trapped, kicking uselessly as he spins you around. He’s always been too strong for you. You pound his shoulders with your fists uselessly, demanding to be put down. 

“Hi,” he says breathlessly when he finally does. “What took you so long? I was waiting for you.” 

That shouldn’t make you as pleased as you are, but it does. You allow yourself a small indulgence, gentle brushing one stray lock of hair out of his face. He nuzzles into your touch like an overgrown cat, so sure of himself and what he deserves. 

Ijichi clears his throat. He cowers when Gojo shoots him a nasty look. You press your hand over his face and shove him back, leaning into the car through the passenger seat window to talk to the poor man. 

“You sure you don’t want to come?”

He eyes Gojo. “Absolutely, ma’am.” 

“I’ve told you that you don’t have to call me that,” you say affectionately. “I’m only two years above you, you know. Have a safe trip back.” 

As soon as he’s determined you’re done with your conversation, Gojo pulls you back to his side. He’s too handsy in a way only he can be, the way he always has been. He slings an arm around your shoulder as he steers you towards the house. You can hear music coming from inside, the strains of some pop melody off the radio’s top 100. Over it, Getou’s voice croons the lyrics, sweet and cheerful. 

It’s a beautiful house. Utahime picked it out and Gojo paid for it. It’s a beautiful pale blue, even more faded from the constant wear and tear of salt spray so it matches the soft hues of a perfectly sunny sky. The white trim makes it look like it’s been pulled off a movie set. It’s an adorable little thing. Utahime did a good job. 

As soon as you step through the doors, you’re attacked again. Haibara crashes into your arms so forcefully you knock backwards into Gojo, feeling your breath being crushed out of your chest. You wheeze in response, but still bring a hand up to stroke the crown of his head. You can’t be mad at him for being so excited to see you. 

Gojo can.

“Hey,” he warns, peeling Haibara off you. “Gotta be more careful.” 

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that you, Gojo, Getou and Shoko are the oldest now. Utahime graduated this year. 

“Sorry,” Haibara whines. Then he jumps on Gojo, too. 

Gojo laughs and pats his back. “You saw me two minutes ago, man.” 

As Haibara clings on to Gojo like a suckerfish, testing how long Gojo can put up with him, Nanami gets up off the couch. “Here,” he says, a hand out for your bags. “Let me take your things.” 

You follow him into the kitchen, where Getou and Utahime are arguing furiously. Shoko, without a care in the world, sits by the sink with her headphones in. Her eyes are closed, hair ruffled by the breeze coming in through the window. It’s beautiful outside. The previous owner had planted an apple tree right by the window, and now pink blossoms press against the glass like kisses. 

Utahime lights up when she sees you, opening her arms to you immediately. She looks so domestic in her white, frilly apron and floral sundress. Some part of you wants to fall into her arms forever. She laughs as she peppers your head with kisses. “So spoiled,” she says, but you know she loves you. She wouldn’t baby you so much otherwise. 

Of your entire class, Utahime had met you first. You were her first underclassman. She’s always been softer towards you and Shoko, but you have a special place in her heart. 

Getou’s a little more patient than Gojo is. He waits his turn for Utahime to release you before he scoops you up in a hug as well. You’re still wondering when Gojo and Getou will stop growing. It’s getting a little uncomfortable to hug them at this point. Even standing on your tip toes can’t get your arms over their shoulders, so your feet lift off the ground when he hugs you back. 

Shoko moves over on her seat to make room for you as the only two competent chefs in the entire house go back to arguing. Utahime throws syrup and ice in a shaker as she talks, pouring it into a tall glass of some sparkling liquid.

“No drinking before the pool,” she tells you as she hands you her signature mocktail. “I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” 

Getou rolls his eyes. “What are you worried about? Gojo and I are there.” 

She shoves his shoulder to get to the stack of plates she’s prepared. “Just because you guys are special grace sorcerers, you think you’re lifeguards too?” 

“Come on,” you interrupt. “No fighting, please! We’re here to have fun.” 

Utahime pauses on her way to the plates. She sighs, turns around, and plants another kiss on your hair. “Alright, alright. Truce?”

“We were never fighting.” 

You and Shoko exchange a look. Out back, Gojo has the grill set up. Nanami had taken your things to your room, but Haibara was already in the pool swimming laps. 

“Finally,” Gojo says when he sees the four of you coming with plates of food. 

“Show some gratitude,” Getou tells him playfully. “Utahime and I put a lot of work into these, you know.” 

Gojo’s already adding skewers to the grill. “Yeah, yeah,” he says. “Thank you mom and dad, we’re so appreciative of everything you do for us.” 

“Brat,” Utahime says, coming to your side. “Isn’t he such a little jerk?” 

You laugh. 

“She loves me,” Gojo says confidently. “She’s on my side.” 

That’s when Getou gets a sneaky look in his eye. “Want me to take over the grill?” 

“Nah,” Gojo says. “I’m better than you so- whoa!”

Getou snags Gojo by the waist and drags him towards the pool. He, in turn, grabs your wrist and takes you with him. When Getou dumps him in, you take the plunge too. 

Underneath the water, you open your eyes. Gojo’s white hair has turned blue in this underwater light, a few shades lighter than his electric eyes. He’s watching you back, his lips curved into a smile. 

Then, he grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you up with him. Breaking the surface, you gasp for air. 

“Are you okay?” Utahime calls. 

Gojo gives her a thumbs up as he starts pushing your wet hair away from where it hangs in your face. His hands are as pretty as the rest of him, long and slim, but they feel almost rough as he works. Maybe it’s the friction of the water against your skin. 

His hands feel good. He’s just touching you normally, but even the slightest bit of contact has your stomach in knots. 

For a second, you think he’s going to kiss you again, like he did last summer, but he just affectionately bumps your cheek with his. 

“Are you happy?” He asks, treading water. 

You follow him, regardless of where he’s going. “I’m always happy when we’re together. All of us.” 

He smiles. “Then I’m happy too.” 

Having finally reached his destination, he grabs the water gun floating on the surface of the pool that Haibara had left in earlier. Just as Nanami steps outside, he aims. 

Bullseye. 

Nanami curses him out as Haibara, who was on his way to greet him, ducks and weaves, ditching his best friend. Sometimes there are casualties in war, and he knows how to cut his losses. 

“I’ll avenge you!” He vows, tears in his eyes as he goes for the second gun. His aim is terrible. Instead of hitting Gojo, he hits you. 

Just as Gojo aims, Utahime calls,” Food’s ready!” 

It gives you deja vu. From the look on Gojo’s face, he feels the same. He gets out of the pool first and offers you a hand. You use it to pull him back in and climb out yourself. 

“Brat,” he mutters, parodying Utahime’s words. 

You just giggle, leaning into his side as the two of you walk towards the candlelit table. Utahime really does look like a mother in this light, her soft black hair falling over her shoulder. It’s slightly frizzy from the salt of the ocean nearby, but it only makes her look more charming. She’s wearing a floral bandana to push back her hair as she bustles about arranging plates. 

Nanami, ever dutiful, gets up to help her. When he passes her, he mutters something in her ear that turns his pale cheeks red, but she only coos and calls him her good boy. That makes the blush even worse. 

Gojo gives you a knowing look that you meet readily. “Ten bucks on the end of the summer?”

“Fifteen before,” you retort. 

“Ah, but there’s Getou,” Shoko says, coming up behind you. She drapes one arm over each of your shoulders. You turn your head to press a light kiss to her wrist. 

“Who says she can’t have both?” Gojo says. 

That’s sort of the crux of the situation. Both, all. It doesn’t really matter to you how things shake out as long as you all stay together. There’s a faith in this, something larger than yourself. Your friends are a god of sorts to you. This thing that all of you share is unbreakable, holy. No matter in what form it comes, you will always love each other. 

“Oh dear,” Shoko says, watching Haibara struggle under a stack of plates he insisted he could carry. “I’ll be right back.” 

Gojo secures you two one of the loveseats around the table. When you sneeze, he grabs a towel from the stack Nanami set out earlier and wraps it around you. You lean into him, relishing his warmth as he wraps an arm around you. 

“Nanami,” he calls. 

“No.” 

“Do me a favor?”

“I’d rather die.” 

“Yeah, yeah, we all know about your emo taste in music. Can you wrap a blanket around us?” 

“Why can’t you do it yourself?” 

“But I want you to tuck me in, please?” 

Utahime’s watching him. He brings the blanket. 

“Good boy,” Gojo coos, and Nanami turns bright red again. He stalks off to help Getou cook the last of the food, his shoulders rigid. 

“You tease him too much,” you tell Gojo as he settles in. Utahime comes by with a plate she already prepared for the two of you. Gojo blows her a kiss when he notices she’s piled his favorites on. She scoffs, but she’s pleased. 

She knows your favorites too. You snag her wrist and press a kiss to her hand. She ruffles your hair affectionately. “Eat up,” she tells you. “We have plenty more.” 

Slowly, the seats around you fill up. Shoko, carrying half of Haibara’s now much lower stack of plates, settles in on your right. Getou sits with her, letting her sprawl across him. He should be the one asking for more room, being so much taller, but it gives him more joy to indulge her. He feeds her a skewer by hand. 

Nanami and Haibara surround Utahime on either side. She rests her head on Nanami’s shoulder, taking slow, small bites. She’s always been elegant like that. Haibara leans against her in turn, chowing down with relish. Nanami hands him a napkin when he inevitably gets messy. 

When you’re done cataloguing your friends, making sure they’re comfortable, you realize you’re being watched yourself. Gojo’s eyes are intent. 

“Are you happy?”

“Why do you keep asking me that?” You laugh. 

He pretends to bristle. “What, I can’t care about my friends?” 

You give him a look that says please be serious. 

“Hey! I’m a changed man, you know. I can think about other people.” 

You laugh and snuggle in closer to him, letting his body heat continue to warm you up. “I’m just teasing. I know you care about us.” 

“So?”

“I’m always happy when we’re all together.” 

“Okay,” Gojo says softly. He pulls the blanket over your heads for a minute. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he presses a light kiss to the corner of your lip. “I’ll make it happen then.” 

“Hey!” Getou kicks Gojo in the leg. “What are you guys doing under there? Hands where we can see them, mister!”

[tootiecakes234]

I’m gonna rank jjk peoples and the things they are best at

Some SFW AND NSFW

All characters aged up.

*im just ranking the top 3 for each category.

SFW:

Best cook:

Nanami (would cook 3 course meals everyday if he had the time)

Itadori (big ass appetite and cooked for himself a lot growning up)

Panda ( i just feel like he’s the cook for himself, toge, and maki)

Best singer:

Megumi ( he hums when he’s concentrating but no one mentions it because if he realized, he’d never do it again)

Geto (Gojo used to force him to sing because he loved his voice)

Todo (hear me out, he sings so often and it’s great but everyone ends up telling him to shut the fuck up cuz he will just keep going forever)

Biggest gossips (I don’t need to explain these):

Gojo

Nobara

Toge & Panda

Best gift givers:

Shoko (i feel like she’s pays very close attention to detail and would know exactly what you want)

Nanami ( would get you something that you want AND something that you need. Balance)

Megumi (is more of a listener than a talker so he 100% knows what people want)

Worst liars:

Itadori (poor baby can’t lie to save his life)

Yuta (again… lying just isn’t his thing)

Haibara (innocent sweet baby)

Best liars:

Geto & Gojo (lied to everyone and said they never saw each other in private after that day…. Puh-lease!)

Nobara (constantly telling Gojo she doesn’t know where those charges on his card came from.. weird)

Shoko (covering for Gojo when he did go meet with Geto)

Worst drivers:

Maki (music blasting, windows down, curbs hit and vibes. She’s also driving 20over the speed limit at all times)

Gojo ( this man can’t be hurt so he drives like a god damn maniac)

Gakuganji (he’s old and someone needs to take away his license)

NSFW:

Best overall in bed (not explaining):

Toji

Shoko

Geto

Best eaters:

Maki (I shouldn’t have to explain…. This woman EATS DOWN. Will not stop until the sheets are soaked and your legs are shaking)

Shoko (women do it best and shoko…. Yea she’s top tier. Have you outside her door with a boombox)

Yuta (the only man to make this list because he is a MUNCH.)

Most loving in bed:

Nanami (obviously… rose petals on the bed, slow moves deep strokes and great aftercare)

Toge (he shows you what his words cannot say)

Choso (would not leave a patch of skin untouched and he loves to talk you through the whole thing)

Meanest in bed:

Sukuna (very obvi, more pain than pleasure. Uses you like a plaything)

Mei Mei ( she’s tying you up, gagging you and overstimming to hell, but you will enjoy yourself)

Ijichi (stick with me…. This man is used and abused all day at work and he comes home to let that out on you… I feel like he’s a mean dom)

Pillow princess energy:

Nobara ( is the exact definition of a pillow princess. Treat her well)

Mei Mei (on the days when she’s not up for the work, she will sit back and let you try and please her until she gets tired)

Gojo (he comes home a lot of times exhausted and just wants to be rode or be sucked off)

Biggest tease:

Gojo (he’s just so physically affectionate, he would have you squirming and not even be doing it on purpose)

Megumi (would 1000% be on purpose but it would be so subtle. You’d be gaslit into thinking you’re making it all up in your head)

Sukuna (just wants to see how fast he can make you get on your knees and beg for him

Best subs:

Yuta (he would be down on his knees for you. Does anything to make you happy)

Choso (self explanatory. Loves to serve you)

Gojo (but only for Geto. Cannot tell me he didn’t go to him begging to be fucked more than once after their breakup.

*this was so much fun

[tsukimefuku]

no more patience behind the wheels ✦ kiyotaka ijichi

summary: your friend ijichi has become the unwilling listener to all your woes, and it is definitely taking a toll on him, so he decided to take the matters into his own hands and try to solve your communication problems for you.

cw: platonic/friendship ijichi x reader, comedy, fluff, very suggestive regarding reader and someone else.

wc: 850ish

notes etc.: this poor, poor man. somebody please give him some time off, he truly needs it.

✦ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist

To say Ijichi's life was turned upside down on an almost daily basis due to sorcerer's shenanigans would be an understatement. He saw himself constantly having to deal with tomfoolery, being jumbled around by you all, as he tried to do his job the best he could.

But for the past few weeks, you, especially, had become absolutely insufferable, to say the least. 

The poor man had lost count on how many times you called asking for him to help you back to your house after getting hammered at the bar. You were feeling miserable, and with good reason after some shit went down in your life, but goddammit woman, get a grip.

Not only that, but the way you were always on and on about how you loved Nanami, and how things were going to end up terribly, and how you had tried before and it didn't work out, yadda yadda was really wearing Ijichi down.

At first, it was a little jarring for him to hear you speak so casually and in such detail about your personal life completely unprompted. Then, it was actually fun hearing your love life ramblings, it felt like a soap opera — the entire story of how you managed to 'screw up two shots at happiness', in your own words (he did not agree, but made no comment on the matter). But now, it was tiring, especially due to the fact that you seemingly forgot every occasion you poured your heart out in his ears.

So, of course, every time he picked you up to drag you back home, it was the same whining.

Every. Damn. Time.

You were about to become his 13th reason.

Ijichi honestly felt like he'd rather face a curse in your place than having to hear that wailing yet again, so he decided to take the matters into his own hands.

"Nanami-san, permission to speak freely for one minute" he said, voice uncharacteristically steady, as he looked at Nanami — whom he had just picked up from a mission — through the rearview mirror.

Ijichi's braveness was a byproduct of his own desperation.

Last night, after your endless ramble about your love life failures, you managed to ruin a perfectly good pair of shoes with vomiting.

His poor shoes.

Nanami had his arms crossed over his chest, and lifted an eyebrow after hearing those words, looking at the assistant in return.

"What would it be about?" the sorcerer curiously inquired, given that Ijichi was rarely — if ever — the type of person to ask for these kinds of things.

"Personal matters. Some guidance is... needed." 

Nanami sighed. "I don't think that would be very appropriate during work hours, Ijichi."

"Please," Ijichi said, his voice taken by some kind of underlying misery, which Nanami noticed. 

He relaxed his shoulders and nodded.

"Fine, go ahead."

"Nanami-san, do you love her? Do you want to be with her?" Ijichi blurted out.

Nanami was immediately taken aback in a mixture of shock and surprise, tensing up his muscles.

"Well, that's a highly inappropriate question to-"

"Nanami-san, she has been calling me to pick her up at the bar these past few weeks, and every time she's completely hammered and rambles about many things, more specifically, how much she loves you, and everything that has happened," Ijichi interjected, still driven by anguish with a knuckle-white grip on the steering wheel.

He'd surely resign his duties if he had to listen to your moping one more time.

"Against my will, I have been completely made aware in excruciating detail about everything, over and over again, and she won't stop. Please, I can't hear these same stories another time. I am begging, do something about it. She is truly fond of you, to say the least."

"... Everything?"

"Everything," Ijichi confirmed.

They were both silent for a moment, and Ijichi was slowly coming back to Earth, realizing that, in his desperation, he had basically just scolded Mr. Mature, Nanami Kento.

I'm done for.

"Ijichi-san" Nanami began in his characteristic impassive tone. Ijichi immediately gulped, bullets of sweat starting to prickle on his skin.

"Y-yes?" He whimpered, involuntarily making himself smaller in his driver's seat.

"Your minute is up," Nanami concluded, turning his face to look outside the window, seemingly done speaking.

Ijichi sighed with bated relief, until he heard Nanami's voice again.

"I'll handle her. Thanks for informing me," the ratio sorcerer said impassively, and the assistant thought, for a moment, that he saw through the rearview mirror a content smile flash on Nanami's face.

Finally, Ijichi thought, sighing, as he began moving the car. Tomorrow I'm getting another pair of shoes.

... Wait a second, did Nanami-san just say he'd... 'handle'... her...?

Realizing it, Ijichi blushed violently, and coughed a few times as he stopped by a red light.

"Is everything alright?" Nanami inquired.

"Y-yes. J-just fine, nothing's wrong," the assistant stuttered, more embarrassed than he had ever been in his entire existence, ready to shove his head in a hole on the ground, realizing what his request — please do something about it — actually sounded like.

Maybe this thorough embarrassment was even worse than listening to your gibberish, after all.

Tag-list: @marikuchanxo @actuallysaiyan @rahuratna @kentocalls @rahuratna

@redlikerozez @pseudowho @g-kleran @jadedjane @otomesass

@swirlingcurses

Also sorry marikuchanxo this took me so long to post 😅

[thepersonperson]

Hey! I see you have many asks so I don't wanna add more to the list so this one is quick :)

I just want to say thank you genuinely from bottom of my heart for the gojo meta posts. Especially the one about his students and how he's not the best and perfect teacher for them. I see a lot of discourse that paints him as 'poor little mew mew' and all I want to say to that discourse is: yes and!!!! Yes he is poor little mew mew but let's not close our eyes on his flaws!!!

God I can't wait for this manga to be over already.

Thank you again!!! <3

Thanks for the compliments!

Gojo is a sad pathetic wet cat that pretends to be dry. He’s also a little bit racist, slightly misogynistic, has questionable morals, and is extremely annoying. I love him dearly.

Him trying his best and being cringefail is the appeal to me. Though I mostly blame the higher ups and his Clan for why he is the way he is at this point. (That Gojo Booklet did numbers on me.) 3 hours of sleep daily, constantly high on Reverse Cursed Energy and sugar. Raised as a weapon by an emotionally distant family that kept him walled off from the outside world, completely tanking his chances of proper socialization. He was set up for failure.

It’s just really unfortunate that the students (and Ijichi) got caught in the crossfires of Gojo’s unique and twisted psychological problems. And that kind of seems to be the point? How systemic issues ruin people’s lives.

I don’t want the manga to end though. There are too many plot things that should be expanded on. I’m hoping for a spin off for Heian Era lore, one-shots to fill in gaps, or more light novels. It’s hard not to want more when there are oodles of unexplored character interactions that are downright criminal.

[mana-jjk]

i keep looking through the college au and coming up with more questions.

does geto teach a philosophy Gen-ed that everyone has to take?

are nanako and mimiko there? what are they up to?

I have to know more about ijichi's suffering

how close does toge get to dropping out? how often? will he ever actually do it?

do gojo and geto do that thing where they both casually mention their husband but nobody puts together that it's the other professor? (are they together in this au or is there more angst?)

i’m loving the questions !! <3 thank you for taking such an interest ! 🥺

getou’s philosophy:

• so getou has a PhD in philosophy and does research on the side of his position as a professor.

• he’s one of the few philosophy professors, so he teaches up to 4 - 5 classes a semester. this can include higher levels, major-specific, sub-categories, etc. but he always specifically requests a introduction to philosophy class, a requirement in most majors.

• it’s either that, or they take a speech class with Yuki Tsukumo and her teaching assistant, Aoi Todo. Who, yes, as an icebreaker, make you proclaim your type in men/women/other.

• yuuji took that class lol and now they’re trying to recruit him as a TA, no one could believe he would be the first to be recruited for that

• anyway, back to philosophy, getou has way too much fun being as evil and instigating as possible. you have to speak to get a grade in his class, and he will purposely misinterpret what you say.

• student: i just think in the case of the trolley problem, i wouldn’t hesitate to save more people.

• getou: oh? so you assign value to numbers? are human lives stastics to you? if they throw their money out will you also change your mind? i bet you don’t even care if there was a child on the other side huh? murderer

• you leave his class traumatized lol

nanako and mimiko:

• they are here and are still adopted by getou! they didn’t have the best home life, and moved around foster care for a lot of their lives until they accidentally bumped into getou while they were running away.

• he helped them call their social work and were moved into a better situation, though they begged him to stay in contact.

• a complicated and usual amount of time later, enough for adoption process in japan, he has officially adopted them.

• in present day, nanako and mimiko insisted on transferring colleges to the one getou got a job at so they could stay together.

• mimiko is currently a fashion design major and nanako is her biggest inspiration. she exclusively makes clothes for her or inspired by her and because of that she’s struggling a bit in college, despite being the top of her class.

• nanako is a digital marketing and social media major and part-time model who loves showing off mimiko’s designs. she also likes to bicker with nobara by saying her sister is on a whole different level than her. mimiko doesn’t care but likes the support her sister gives her lol

• mimiko will eventually change her major to graphic design, to someday design toys for children. she likes making clothes because it makes nanako smile, but she loves making toys that she and nanako used to cherish while hiding in the closet from their bad foster parents.

• like i said, nanako likes fighting with nobara, but actually has a lot of fun around her. she also loves panda and thinks he’s so fun and would be a great model. they always get chaotic around each other and turn into instigators.

• mimiko ended up finding an unexpected friendship in toge, he was quiet and she couldn’t understand sign but he always carried a little notebook that he would write notes in for her. they would watch nobara and nanako bicker, and toge would make her laugh by making doodles of them in the pages, and then clap when she drew a better quality version in turn. the way he ruffles her hair reminds her a bit of an older brother. (this is my agenda and i’m dying with it)!!

save ijichi:

• poor ijichi is an education major trying to get his master’s degree. being a teaching assistant was one of the requirements for him to graduate, and being gojo’s teaching assistant is the only position available.

• gojo did not want a teaching assistant, he likes to talk like a squirrel, go on tangents, and essentially not follow a schedule or explain to anyone. having a teaching assistant contradicts that so.

• lol

• gojo enjoys going on a tangent, losing everyone and then pointing at ijichi to answer a trick question.

• he also enjoys playing pranks on him, think of jim from the office. but his pranks are so nonsensical and childish that it gives everyone whiplash. once gojo accused him of passing notes and made him read a note out loud that gojo wrote, it only had a picture of a cat wearing sunglasses on it.

• the students feel so bad for him, when yuuta took the class, he always stayed after just to bow as deep as he could to apologize for his cousin’s behavior.

• every day ijichi tells himself he’s going to get a backbone, then gojo starts laughing and a cold chill runs up his spine

• gojo also leaves all the grading to ijichi but routinely complains about how lenient he is as a grader

• this man is fighting for his life

• in truth, gojo plans to give him a glowing recommendation that’ll guarantee him a high-paying, prestigious job, but he can’t let ijichi think he’s too nice, right?

toge drops out:

• so i think that toge would end up dropping out at the end of his second year in college. he’s just started his major courses, so the majority of his credits are transferable should he choose to come back.

• but it’s after yuuta comes back, and toge expects his mental state to get better. in some ways it does, he’s happy when he’s with them, but when it’s time to go to class he’s right back where he started.

• it’s probably kusakabe, one of his professors, that puts the idea of dropping out in his head. just a passing reference to how the professor dropped out several times before finding what he wanted to do.

• and the idea stayed like an infection, it was all toge could think about when he was finishing up his semester. even worse when their past upperclassmen, who did drop out to open their own bar, came for a visit.

• hakari was so open to questions about it, and kiara looked so happy talking about their business. and all he could remember was how bored and unhappy they were, and how they were thriving.

• and then gojo suggests it.

• “i never really cared about your grades,” he said, “you looked lonely, but you aren’t anymore. but somehow, you’re just as unhappy as the day i found you. all i want for you is to be happy, and i don’t think you’re finding it here.”

• the man was always so uncanny in how he could read anyone’s mind. this time in particular, he offered a solution that toge had never thought about.

• “have you ever thought of culinary school?”

• ‘my parents would never - they’re already threatening to disown me -’

• “let them, i always figured you’d take his last name anyway,” toge chose to ignore that, “but you aren’t alone anymore. so why don’t you try being happy?”

• when toge told yuuta, similar to only a year ago when they were in opposite positions, yuuta asked him softly, “what do you want to do?”

• the answer came easier than he thought

• by the start of the next semester, gojo had helped him enroll in a culinary school nearby.

gojo and getou:

• so these men are the most annoying people to exist at this university, and the board regrets hiring both of them everyday.

• both of them are alumni of the college, and this matters because they had been dating when they were students, but broke up very dramatically just before gojo graduated early.

• they went their separate ways for almost a decade and only really started talking again when getou got hired at the university.

• they only started talking again when shoko forced them to meet her, she wanted her friends back.

• she regretted it only a few months later when they started dating again lol

• so they’re still dating, but everyone thinks that getou is dating manami suda because they were often together.

• but no one mistakes gojo trying to flirt with getou so he has a reputation as a homewrecker. even worse is that getou flirts back so everyone thinks they’re terrible people

• and they think it’s so funny so they only enable people into thinking so, yuuta couldn’t look gojo in the face for a month

• only nanako and mimiko know what’s actually happening and they’re both disgusted and not ready to have gojo as their step-father. megumi knows too but he’s suffering so much that everyone just leaves him alone

• yuuji is so distraught that his gojo-sensei is a horrible person, he and nobara do a confrontation and find out that they were dating the entire time.

• everyone suffers after that because now they find amusement in PDA

• but yes after everything, they do a different storyline every new class like theater kids do

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Get in loser, we're going vessel shopping!

Yuji and the gang were exhausted, having just finished exercising a group of curses. It was getting late so they then went to catch a ride back to Jujutsu Tech with Ijichi.

"Man, I'm beat! I had to hit those little fuckers harder than King Dedede's Jet Hammer!"

"Language Kugisaki."

"C'mon Fushiguro, I know you want to hit Gojo sensei as much as I do!"

Before they could continue their conversation, Yuji spoke.

"Is anyone else hearing music?"

Megumi and Nobara stopped. A faint jingle could be heard. Almost as if there was an ice cream truck nearby. But that was impossible. Before Yuji could speak, Kugisaki stopped him.

"No! Do you really think an ice cream truck would be here? In this time of year (fall)? At this time of day? In this part of Tokyo? Localised entirely within the woods?"

"Okay but when you put it like that it sounds bad!"

Suddenly a white van pulled up in the distance. Fushiguro gave a double take and then stated "There's no way I'm going near that thing."

Kugisaki then turned towards Itadori.

"Shouldn't you be going "jinkies!" or is this is the part where your spidey senses forget to activate? Yuji?"

The boy was no longer standing next to her for he had begun running faster than Todo at a Takada chan signing.

"What should we do?"

"I don't know but I'm calling sensei and telling him to bring a dog leash and some Jennifer Laurence magazines."

___________

"Lucky me, I can't believe you guys are open! Anyway I'll take one fudgicle please!"

After paying, an arm reached out and handed him the frozen treat.

"Thank you!"

Yuji was going to peel off the wrapper only to find that there wasn't one.

"That's odd. Oh well, down the hatch!"

It was dark so he couldn't see very well but something was off about his popsicle. After swallowing, he then began to wonder if there was a recall that he should know about because ice cream isn't supposed to be spiky right?

An extra set of eyes then peeled open.

"Fool."

What a moron of a vessel. Sukuna couldn't wait to be free of him. It was then that the window opened.

"I should have figured you had something to do with this."

Inside was totally not Geto, aka Kenjaku, wearing a milk man uniform.

"Hop in Sukuna, let's go to the mall."

"What is your game here?"

"Don't be like that! I figured you would want to join me for some shopping. You know as well as I do that we could use a change of vessels, hm?"

Sukuna grinned and then jumped through the passengers side like in Dukes of Hazard, only the window was rolled up so now he was coated in shards of glass."

Are you feeling alright?"

"Couldn't be better! After all, I'm not the one who's body will be paying for the damage."

Kenjaku then began to drive to the nearest mall. Unfortunately they were now stuck in traffic.

"The sidewalk is wide enough. Go."

"You really haven't changed after a thousand years, huh? All right, just let me put on my mixtape first."

Before Sukuna could ask what that was, he began to hear loud music. It was too loud to hear what the other was saying but he was giving a look that said "Want to watch a massacre unfold?" Sukuna gave a nod and then Kenjaku put the vehicle into to overdrive. Tokyo's poor citizens tried to run for their lives while all one could hear was "Gas, Gas, Gas" by Manuel. They both began to cackle maniacally.

___________

Eventually they made it to the parking lot after leading the police on a wild goose chase.

"So we'll go our separate ways and meet back here in a hour. Don't be late!"

"Fine with me! And it's not exactly like I have all the time in the world, this brats body is on a time limit!"

Sukuna then realized he didn't know where to start.

"Where am I supposed to find the strongest among a crowd of ants? This will prove to be more difficult than I initially thought!"

___________

The first thing Kenjaku did was buy a new set of clothes.

"That last guy had no fashion sense! I'll need to choose more wisely this time."

He looked around until he saw a familiar face.

"No way! Tengen's here too? Alright, change of plans. I'm going to steal her intended vessel before she can make the switch!"

___________

Sukuna was approaching a fitness store when he felt two arms place themselves snuggly around his stomach. He then prayed to Gege and hoped that it better not be who he thought it was. The king of curses then turned his head around to find the culprit. Shit. Why did he always have the worst luck?

"Yorozu... I see the restraining order failed to keep you away..."

"Oh Sukuna, we both know a piece of paper could never get in between the way of our love!"

It took all his willpower to not kill her on the spot.

"...So what are you doing here?""Kenjaku texted me and told me you would be here! It's almost like we're on a date!"

Before he could tell her that no, it was not like a date, she took his arm and began to drag him.

"Unhand me! What are you doing!?"

"What does it look like silly? I'm taking you to Build-a-Bear! It's what all the cute couples are doing!"

"Stop. One, if you were the last woman on earth, I would rather split myself into fingers then and two, I already have plans and I don't need you interfering with them!"

"Aww! Can't I come with you?"

"No! I'm shopping for a new vessel and I don't have time to-"

Yorozu then cut him off

"Wow! Like, you're going to be renting a new body? Let me help! I can help find the perfect choice for you!"

The king of curses scoffed.

"Yeah right! You can't even get your poetry right. How am I supposed to trust you when it comes to good taste?"

"Because if you let me help than I'll stop taking pictures of you when you're not looking."

Yorozu had a massive shrine dedicated to her love with so many creeper shots that her collection put other stalkers to shame.

"Fine. But you're also going to be burning the ones you already took."

"Sure!"

What Sukuna didn't know was that the girl had figured out how to navigate technology far quicker than him, already having stored her files on a two terribyte hard drive.

___________

Kenjaku watched his targets from behind a small potted tree. Once the two had met and started arangments, he knew he had to put his plan into action. Suddenly the speakers could be heard.

"Would Tengen please arrive to the head office - Your powers are being requested by management and there is an emergency - Thank you for your consideration -"

"I'm sorry but you'll need to wait a little longer before assimilating. Just know that your sacrifice won't be in vain."

Kenjaku watched her walk off and then nonchalantly came up beside them.

"Nothing personal kid."

He then twisted their neck causing instant death. Kenny began to drag the corpse with him to the bathroom stall so no one would interrupt him.

"Time to get to work."

___________

Yorozu had taken Sukuna to the food court and was now arguing with the staff.

"Whadda mean you don't serve monkey brains! I'm calling corporate to file a complaint! Let's go dear!"

Sukuna and the worker then shot each other a look of pity. Yorozu was angrily babbling when she bumped into someone.

"Oh, hey Kenjaku. I see you're already finished."

He took off his hat, revealing fresh stitches on his forehead.

"KENJAKU, YOU BASTARD!"

"Gross, what is that! A thumb thumb!?"

"Yo, granny!"

It turns out that it wasn't grandmother willow but Tengen. Or at least it used to be.

"Don't you "hey granny" me! Do you realize what you have done!?"

"Don't look at me like that, can't you just get a new one?"

"You know damn well that that's not how it works! I'm now stuck as this creature for all of eternity!"

Kenjaku waived his hand dismissively.

"Being immortal sounds pretty cool to me. Besides, do you know how irritating it is to constantly hop from one body to another?"

"Didn't ask, plus I don't care!"

Tengen then pulled a glock from underneath her robe and shot Kenjaku at point blank range. He was still alive so she would have to move fast. Tengen then began to unscrew the heads top lid and revealed a brain with teeth. It was hissing and citizens started to take notice. Panic ensued and while the crowd was screaming, Tengen pulled out a jar and plopped the brain into it.

Kenjaku's rabbit teeth tried to chomp through the glass but she quickly sealed it up in a layer of talismans, followed up by flex tape. Tengen was now leaving and Sukuna looked towards his side to find a missing Yorozu.

"Where did she go?! I mean, I'm glad she's gone but what can she be plotting."

He didn't know it but she leapt outside and was laying face first in the grass to study the bugs.

"Well there goes my ride."

Suddenly sirens began to blare."

Shit, it's the cops!"

Sukuna took the chance to switch places with Itadori. When Yuji woke up, he was at the police station and locked in handcuffs.

"Not again! I guess I'll have to use my one phone call on Gojo sensei and ask him to bail me out."

Panic began to set in.

"What was his number again?"

Yuji tried to ask Sukuna but he refused to answer, too amused in the boys misery."

Looks like I'm never eating ice cream again!"

[lichanicksstuff]

I really like how they showed Gojo and Shoko's weird friendship in season 1. I was watching these two scenes they have together because I'm so normal. That's why I HAVE TO deep dive into it.

This is the first thing we hear Shoko say in the series:

Up until this moment, we know Gojo as the hyperactive, funny teacher that bombs everybody with positive energy and his stupid ideas. This scene not only introduces us to a new character, but also, gives us a side of Gojo that we didn't know.

And it happenes all in this one dialogue:

The way Gojo says this is different. His voice is lower and he sounds a little irritated. Like he doesn't want to stall Itadori's autopsy. But he trusts Shoko not only with her skills and her talent, but also the fact that she won't use it against him, that's why he came to her.

Kenjaku (chapter 90) is also talking about Shoko's abilities when he mentions that Gojo didn't let her get rid of Geto's body. He doesn't talk about any other healer, he talks about Shoko Ieiri.

But coming back to season 1. We know Gojo's the strongest, we saw him fight Sukuna in the first episode. Also, Ijichi is afraid of him (poor guy).

After what Gojo said, we should expect Shoko to react in some polite, maybe even cautious way. But no, she says:

Badass Shoko!! She's not afraid of this white-haired-blind bastard, she's not even scared to subtly tell him "fuck off, at least I know how to deal with bodies, unlike SOMEONE."

And also, one of my favourite moments:

Between us and the higher ups.

It's so sad how they worked together against higher ups but Gojo haven't turn to her for help or anything. He thought he was alone all this time, even though Shoko was there too.

Shoko was the closest person to Gojo, right after Geto. If you watch their scene in the first episode of the second season you can see how comfortable all of them feel around each other. Shoko's stealing Gojo's glasses and then puts it back on his face like it's nothing.

All these years they spent working together and they still can't move on. They both miss their youth, their happiness, the time when they didn't know that after three years all of it will crush and won't come back. All these years wishing they would treasure this time more.

But at least they didn't stop trusting each other.

I love them so much it hurts.

[worldwright]

Good evening ! I'm waaaaay early but I wanna bother my dog when she's still upstairs since my knees hurt like hell :p

I just finished watching for the nth time JJ0 (on the TV for once) and my brother was passing by and I told him the ages of the characters on the screen, except Ijichi's and I told him to guess... MY BROTHER THOUGHT HE WAS 60 LMAO HE'S ONLY 26 OH MY POOR STRESSED HUSBAND T-T

Also, hum, sorry ? i guess ? for dropping out of nowhere some of my family's lore. It's awfully horrible here, but I think you've already guessed that a bit ? Like, there's only 4 "good" people in this family that we agreed on with my brother, and one of them is our dog lol

Like, my alive grandpa, our doggo, and both of us (we still think we're both assholes, but, well, we're still siblings)

So yeah, bad things happened and still happen in this fucking family, mother or father's sides so, yeah, me wanting to get out of here is pretty understandable lol

Have a wonderful morning my friend ! Hope you had some good time with your cousin yesterday !

I almost started typing in the tags field . anyway no problem with the family stuff, not like I had to read it lol. also I'm glad you're moving out :))))

yesterday still doesn't feel real?????? like I always roll my eyes when people say "felt like a dream I'd wake up from any second" but. it really is like that. not that I'm particularly upset still, it was just such a big life change with no warning whatsoever????? like I half expect someone to call me on Monday and say it was a prank. I think I just don't like my routine being messed up...

anyway, hanging out with friends again today :3 still too hot :33333 gonna go make tea

oh also, is it illegal to lay people off in France? my friend said he thinks it is, but neither of us are experts lol

have a wonderful evening, friend!!

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer: Side Stories (3)

Main story

Megumi lets out a shaky breath, the cold fall air whips against his face. He cuts his gaze towards Gojo-sensei and then back to his clasped hands. He should have grabbed a pair of gloves on his way out, but Gojo-sensei was adamant about them leaving quickly.

"This is where I met Kagome," Gojo says, leaning back against the bench. Megumi raises a brow at that. There is barely any foot traffic around them, save for a couple of squirrels and birds.

"Did you save her from a curse?" He sits upright, staring at the rustling leaves. Gojo-sensei is rarely serious with him. Megumi cannot imagine Kagome-san falling for his sensei's ridiculous pickup lines. Frankly, he still cannot believe that Kagome-san is willingly in a relationship with Gojo-sensei.

"Nah, she fell from the sky and landed in my lap."

"So, she isn't with you willingly?" Megumi replies. Gojo gasps and then wraps his arms around Megumi. "S-stop it!" Megumi wiggles and pushes back, to no avail.

"I raised you better than this, Gumi!" Gojo rubs his cheek against Megumi's, whining about how cold he has turned out to be.

"Ugh, you're so embarrassing," he grumbles, his face heats up. He would sink down and die from embarrassment if anyone walked by and saw them. "Did you really bring me out here just to reminisce?" He sighs, slumping his shoulders in defeat.

"I wanted to tell you first," Gojo says, letting Megumi go. "You know, I see you and Tsumiki as my kids."

Megumi bites down on the inside of his cheek, knowing that if he tells Gojo, the man would not let him live it down. He nods in response, fixing his gaze to his shoes.

"Kagome and I would like you to come over tonight for dinner. You should see the new home, and Buyo Jr. has been moping around. It's actually kind of sad, and Gome-chan…" Gojo blows out a breath, "man, she actually cried about it."

Megumi fights back the urge to smile, but he can't help it. He misses the nekomata too, though a small part of him feels guilty. Buyo Jr. was Kagome-san's cat. He sits back up and looks at his sensei, or at least where his eyes would be if he wasn't wearing that blindfold. "I already know that you want to marry Kagome-san."

"If something ever happens to me, I want you to hide Kagome in your shadow until it's safe again."

"W-what? Nothing is going to happen to you," Megumi says with a huff. "And I don't know if I can hide Kagome-san in my shadow. What if something goes wrong?" he splutters out. The entire idea is too preposterous for him to even dwell on. Buyo Jr. going into his shadow is just a one-off thing, and just because he can hide cursed tools in his shadow does not mean he can hide people.

"Just practice on Ijichi." Gojo shrugs.

Poor Ijichi-san, Megumi thinks, rolling his eyes at such a crazy idea. "Kagome-san helped fight that special grade. I don't think she needs me to protect her." He frowns. Kagome-san, to the best of his knowledge, is not a sorcerer, though if anyone were to ask, he'd back up the claim of having some offensive reverse curse technique.

"Ah, Megumi," Gojo chides, "you're a lot stronger than you realize." Gojo lifts the blindfold, pinning him with one look. Megumi swallows back the wave of unease. "Don't tell your mother this, but I need you to step in when I'm not there. There will come a time when she can't defend herself or get away as quickly."

"Is Kagome-san sick?" If she is, then that could explain why she was not at the baseball game. Yuji was devastated, even though he tried to hide it during the game.

"The morning sickness has been taking a toll lately."

Megumi's breath catches in his throat. His body goes deathly still. "Are you…"

Gojo smiles and lowers his blindfold. "You're getting another sibling."

The admission sucker punches him in the gut. His eyes mist over and he will not cry at the revelation of how much Gojo-no, his dad trusts him.

"Can we train later today?" Resolve burns through his veins. He has to get stronger. Not just because Yuji has gotten stronger, but to protect his growing family.

Gojo places his hand on Megumi's head, ruffling up his hair. "That's my Gumi."

"I'm not practicing my technique on Ijichi-san."

Gojo snatches his hand back with a gasp. Megumi smiles. He wishes Tsumiki was awake to hear the news. He prays she wakes up soon. She should be there with them, celebrating. Megumi rolls his eyes as Gojo rants about unruly children. He stands up and stuffs his hands into his jacket.

"Come on, dad."

[misc-magic]

JJK volume 11: Shibuya continues…

Hee hee having this many days off gives me a chance to catch up on things~

I think their thoughts about Gojo & Itadori were interesting:

But Gojo still has a limit. It’s hard to tell because he’s so silly all the time. How does he balance this idea of how many innocent lives sacrificed is too many? I would like a little more insight into how Gojo sees everything.

Anyway, my satosugu loving heart was all a flutter at the beginning of this volume:

BECAUSE THEY’RE SOULMATES 😭

I saw someone on here say something about how Suguru was only awakened by hearing this from the man he loves 😭

Also the death count has begun… poor Ijichi 😔

Though I am now curious about Gojo’s family because of this:

A one-man team? Does this mean Gojo is the only sorcerer in his family or does it mean he’s literally the only person in his family??

I’m a bit curious about Geto’s family too. He killed his own parents but did he have any siblings? Probably not right? Because he would’ve killed them too. But what was his family like?

I am curious!!

Anyway, I’m still bracing myself for the death to come.

Here’s this because it was a cute random cat panel amidst the drama~

I also learned that Gojo’s birthday is December 7 making him a Sagittarius, another thing he has in common with Solomon from Obey Me lol.

I still wanna punch him but it’s fine.

[seoafin]

Ripverse AU sfw poly headcanons

pairing: gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru rating: T words: 1.6k a/n: This...ended up not being completely sfw. There are some mentions of nsfw. The nsfw part 2 will probably be posted sometime this weekend!

a ripverse AU where Geto works out his issues, never defected, and wreaks havoc on the College as a teacher alongside Gojo. You’re still a researcher who is (mostly) never home.

Nobody really...mentions your relationship although it isn’t exactly a secret. Satoru doesn’t see why he should hide it, and Suguru, while he does enjoy making people sweat about it, is generally more sympathetic to your embarrassment and doesn’t bring it up unless someone makes a smart comment about it. Not that anyone is saying anything. One special grade is bad enough but two?? Nobody’s that stupid, right??

BUT the elders think it’s scandalous, the height of impropriety, and are generally just very offended by your presence. One day a higher up makes a snide comment about how taking “one more” to your bed shouldn’t be a problem, and uh-oh Satoru and Suguru catch wind of it. The next day the higherup apologizes to you. He refuses to meet your eyes, and he’s visibly trembling as he wipes the palm of his hands on his pants. The entire time you’re staring at Satoru and Suguru in the background trying a bit too hard to maintain their innocent expressions.

While the bed’s big enough for you + Satoru and Suguru’s freakishly long legs, you always somehow end up sandwiched between the two. Satoru’s arms wrap around your waist, his head pressed to your shoulder while you face Suguru. Sometimes, it’s the other way around. Even if Satoru or Suguru start out in the middle, somehow throughout the night you get picked up by one of them like you weigh nothing and moved in between them, making you blink awake, disoriented.

“It’s because you’re never home!” Satoru complains to you later. “Who knows when you might just disappear on us!”

It was once. You had to make your flight and you didn’t want to wake them up! You open your mouth to protest, but Suguru’s lips are on your neck, and instead what comes out is a moan.

They think it’s amusing when someone flirts with you (and yes, you are still none the wiser) but when someone gets touchy, the two of them are at your side in a flash with intimidating smiles.

You’d like to say that the three of you alternate cooking but that’s a lie. Luckily, the Gojo residence has a chef, but Suguru’s the only one that can cook. Literally. Satoru’s a rich boy who has never cooked a day in his life while you burn everything you touch. You try to make food for them!! But Suguru gently takes the spoon from your hand, kisses you on the forehead, and tells you that he’d rather not get food poisoning again just as Satoru enters with takeout. Though with the sight of you in an apron, they aren’t really hungry for food... 

It’s impossible for Suguru to cook or bake anything around you two. Satoru eats everything, including all the separate ingredients when he’s not licking the batter off your’s or Suguru’s fingers or stalking around the kitchen like some yowling cat, starved for attention. It’s game over for Suguru when Satoru starts getting frisky with you right in front of him, and well— he can’t let Satoru have all the fun, now can he?

The both of them bully their students relentlessly. Shoko calls you to tell you about their reign of terror that includes leaving their students to fight their way out of dangerous situations, showing up at the last possible moment to “help” them, spending more time teasing them than teaching, and subjecting them to very public displays of affection. Maki is disgusted, Yuji is confused, Megumi is tired.

Megumi texts you: Please stop them 10 times in a row while you’re in Kyoto so you know for a fact that this boy is suffering.

Date nights are casual; the three of you have evolved past fancy outings and clubs that you used to be frequent when you were younger. Somehow you would always end up in the bathroom, Satoru grabbing at your dress with frantic hands and backing you right into Suguru’s chest for sloppy makeout sessions and blowjobs.

Occasionally, if everyone’s up to it you’ll go out for dinner, but come home straight after because you just had to wear that dress didn’t you? 

You visit the college occasionally to bring the kids souvenirs, especially during the Tokyo-Kyoto exchange so you can see Utahime! You don’t tell them that Yaga asked you to come to supervise them.

Your closet has become full of Satoru and Suguru’s sweaters, shirts, and dress shirts, and they like seeing you roam around the house in their clothing. Satoru makes the obligatory cheeky comment that he prefers you more in nothing. Satoru and Suguru mix up clothing too, and you’ll see Suguru lounging around wearing Satoru’s faded band tee and sweatpants.

Satoru would and has worn your crop tops.

It took you a while to move into the Gojo residence. Suguru was already living there at the time, but you liked your apartment a lot (plus it was near Shoko’s apartment, which makes sense because the two of you went apartment hunting together). Also at 23, you were a frugal grad school student and it felt really weird coming home to the sprawling Gojo’s estate complete with its various employees after a night of karaoke with other broke students. You moved in at a good time too, considering the noise complaints—

Once a classmate came to drop off one of your textbooks and thought you were loaded. He also thought you were single. He left that day disappointed.

You end up keeping the apartment though (which Satoru grumbles at, but Suguru knows that you’d like to keep some semblance of independence since the both of them can be overwhelming at times) on the rare chance that both Satoru and Suguru are gone on missions when you’re back. The estate is...big, even with them to keep you company. But without them, the space is too empty. Satoru tells you that it’s your home just as much as it’s his and Suguru’s, but home has never been a place more than the three people you hold closest to your heart. (You’re more than fine though because Shoko invites you to stay over her apartment!)

Arguments are rare. The three of you balance each other out, and you’re mostly in tune with one another's needs and wants. However, when two people get into a disagreement (you and Satoru), the other person (Suguru) has to sit the two of you down. Once, Satoru and Suguru got into a nasty argument. They worked it out. Your body was the unfortunate intermediary.

But they do get mad when you recklessly put yourself in danger, especially because you’re out alone most of the time whether it be on research trips or missions. Satoru stews in frustration because the higher ups aren’t going to pair you with him or Suguru, since it would be a “waste” of two of their three special grade sorcerers and one of their grade one sorcerers. Suguru knows that it’s the logical way of expending manpower, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

The three of you get drunk and talk about Riko and Kuroi. It’s actually how the relationship started. You had been going on about almost dying, your life flashing before your eyes, wanting to see them and Shoko one last time, etc, when Satoru had taken your lips and shoved his tongue into your mouth (presumably, to shut you up). You could feel Suguru watching you both, acutely aware of his half lidded eyes and searing gaze trained on Satoru caging you to the floor. Things escalated. Quickly. And for the next couple of days, you avoided them until they cornered you in the classroom (Shoko you traitor!!)

When you’re away, Satoru can’t go an hour without texting you. It could be anything from a long string of incomprehensible emojis and emoticons with dozens of hearts scattered throughout the message to multiple blurry pictures of Suguru. He has also taken it upon himself to update you with gossip at the College. 

4:52pm yaga sneaking out to meet someone!????? A secret lover???????? 4:53pm no nvm just gakuganji lol

Suguru, thankfully, is much more practical. He checks up on you, not as much Satoru, but a reasonable amount as he tells you to stay safe and call if anything happens.

All three of you get nightmares. Sometimes you’re the one that spirals, sometimes it’s Suguru or Satoru. You all stay up together if one can’t sleep. Suguru pretends everything is alright, but you and Satoru can see the tense way he holds himself, the sweat beading on his forehead. You run your fingers through his hair while he lies on your lap, and Satoru goes to get water. Satoru goes too quiet when he’s stuck inside his head, face blank as he stares into space. You and Suguru get especially worried when he’s like this, and take the day off to remind him that he’s here and that he’s loved. 

When you’re alone, and wake up with a gasp in an unfamiliar room, panic clawing at you, the first thing you do is call them so you can see their faces and hear their voices. And they always pick up, no matter what time it is. They aren’t dead. You have to stifle your sobs, glad to see their faces through your blurry vision as you try to focus on Suguru’s low reassurances and Satoru’s attempts to make you laugh. They refuse to let you off facetime, so you fall asleep with the camera on and in your hand.

Satoru takes unflattering screenshots and you hate him for it.

You like to shower together in the freakishly large bathroom. You and Satoru take turns washing Suguru’s hair, and more often than not Satoru gets a bit too carried away. Suguru rolls his eyes when Satoru tries to grope you under the pretense of washing you, and more times often than not, the three of you end up dirtier than you started.