Pairing: Satoru Gojo x gn!reader
Content: (loosely) based on that phantom parade scene of gojo throwing a fit bc he ate something spicy after going on that treasure hunt thing (I know I’m so late idk if anyone will get that reference anymore), fluff, are they lovers or not? idk you can decide
One distressed phone call has you sprinting from your office to some random alleyway in the middle of the city. You’re nervous to see what could make the Gojo Satoru sound so…afraid?
The grip around your phone tightens as you navigate through the bustling streets of Tokyo. You zoom in on the map, trying to sort out which little lines will take you to Gojo’s live location (which he insisted on sharing with you months ago, on the basis that you did the same.)
It doesn’t take you long to zero in on him.
“What took you so long?” Gojo cries out, “I’ve been dying for the last 15 minutes!”
You scan him for any signs for external injury. But that’s impossible, you think, he’d never let his technique down long enough for that to happen. Internally maybe? Did he ingest poison? Was it starting to affect his brain? You’re not sure what you’d explain to Jujutsu Headquarters if you bring the strongest back to them dead.
“I think this might be the end,” he sniffles. “There’s still so many things I want to do. Like trying that new teppanyaki place in Roppongi. Hey, you think they’re taking reservations right now?”
It’s decided. The only thing wrong with Satoru Gojo is his frivolousness. Maybe what’s wrong with you is that you’re willing to drop everything for him at the simple call of your name.
“Gojo.”
“Satoru,” he chirps.
“Satoru.”
“Yes, my pookie bear?”
You click your teeth in annoyance. “Don’t call me that. What happened?”
“Attempted murder,” Gojo deadpans. Instead of elaborating, he pulls out a piece of candy from his pocket and unwraps it. He proffers the treat to you, slapping your hand away with a frown when you reach for it. “Say ahhh~”
You roll your eyes and sigh. You know him well enough to know he wouldn’t poison you. Knowing Satoru, he probably just got a treat that wasn’t sweet enough for his eccentric tastes. Gojo shoves the candy in your mouth the minute you open it the smallest amount. He waits for your critique, nodding as he says, “Gross, right? Why is it so spicy? I thought my tongue was going to fall off.”
Your eyes light up as the flavors of the curry-flavored candy dance in your mouth. “This is so good! You’re such a baby, Gojo. It’s not even spicy.”
Horror paints Satoru’s face. “It is! My mouth feels like hell. Your tastebuds must be broken or something,” Gojo huffs, crossing his arms petulantly, giving him the appearance of an overgrown child. “And who makes curry flavored candy anyways?”
“Why don’t you just use your technique or something? Make it so that the food doesn’t touch your tongue?”
Gojo looks at you incredulously before he blanches. “Unlike you, I actually care about what I put inside my body.”
You return the look tenfold, eyebrows raising in disbelief. “Oh really?”
“Really really.”
“Then what’s in that bag you’re holding?”
You nearly miss the barely imperceptible shift in Gojo’s blindfold as his eyes widen, hiding said plastic bag full of confectioneries behind him, hidden from your prying gaze.
“Sweets stimulate my brain! You know that. It’s brain food.”
“Uh huh.”
“C’monnnn,” Satoru whines, bringing forth said bag, revealing all the various goodies he’d collected throughout the hour. “Are you cruel enough to deny a guy a sweet treat? Ijichi’s been bitching all morning about all these missions!”
Gojo doesn’t give you a chance to retort. “I finished my missions in record time! I think that’s means for a celebration. A prize, even.” He lifts his blindfold up then, revealing a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You bite. “What kind of prize?”
Satoru eyes you up and down with a saccharine smile. He pretends to be deep in thought, “a kiss, maybe?”
You follow suit, crossing your arms as you hum. “Hmm…I don’t know. Seems to me you’ve won a bunch of things today already.”
“Not enough.”
He grabs you by the arms, pulling you until you’re just a breath away. His hands slide down to your own, enveloping them in a warmth that makes you tremble with want. “Indulge me a little, will you?”
Satoru knows that you will. You always do. Even the most unreasonable of requests, like asking you to kiss him after you ran a marathon through Tokyo just to find out he was throwing a fit over confectioneries.
He lets you close the distance, savoring the way your scent invades his senses.
He pulls away rather abruptly, a delicate frown painting his features. “What’s wrong?” You ask.
“My mouth feels like it’s on fire again,” he pouts.
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For the monster!au, what is Saejima? Anything specific or more like a weretiger?
like a weretiger ye! I haven't really shown it in any art or anything but him and majima are actually big ol yokai, designed with their tats in mind. they take on a half human form since it's just easier to exist that way and hide better from humans. I love a good trope where someone's partner is a big ol monster 👀
both of em can become totally human with a bit o magical help but just temporarily - kinda like a glamour. they prefer being in their halfsies forms anyhow. compared to majima tho, saejima has an easier time blending in so long as no one sees his furry ass legs and cute catboy ears 🐱
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