#everyone else was done dirty and this includes gojo

[nakamurareia]

choso choso you did so well you were so great I love you. gege akutami on the other hand. it’s on sight

[xbackie]

Gojo as your colleague (Part 1)

Hello, it's my first time posting here. Been obsessed with Gojo for the longest time and came up with this on the whim. I'm still figuring out how to use Tumblr, so imma just post this here first

Synopsis: Getting hit with an aphrodisiac while on a mission with Gojo.

Warning: 18+, dub-con

'Well, we're done here.' Gojo ran his fingers through his hair before he sauntered away with his hands in his pockets. However, his arrogant bout was interrupted by a limp person being shoved into his arms. You had to free your hand to lift the veil that shielded the area from humans. Meanwhile, Gojo staggered dramatically, whining about all the blood dirtying his clothes. 

'Oh shut the hell up, you have limitless, I have... nothing!' You groaned, gesturing at your dirty uniform and muddy shoes. The pristine condition of Gojo’s uniform was a stark contrast to your dishevelled state. The two of you had trudged through the mountains in the downpour, yet he had emerged from the heavy rain and muddy terrain with only his hair ruffled by the strong gales. His playful eyes peeked out from behind his messy fringe as he mocked you, 'Too bad you're weak, that's why you're the driver!'

You sighed in annoyance. You can't exactly refute his statement, knowing full well that he has the raw strength and talent to look down on everyone, including you. As for the driving part, that's actually because Gojo does not have a license. Who needs a license when you can teleport?

You followed Gojo, who was dragging the unconscious criminal, back to the car. While he threw the man into the backseat, you opened the door from the passenger side instead of the driver's side, a mischievous grin lighting up your face. As expected, after you climbed in, Gojo moved to follow you into the car. What greeted him was a loud slam of the car door, right in his face. 

Gojo laughed heartily at your petty form of protest, not minding it a single bit. He found it entertaining to get on your nerves, especially relishing in the childish little ways you plot your revenge.

'Thwip!'

As it turns out, tripping over your feet while walking on flat ground this morning, in front of the strongest sorcerer, was not the most embarrassing part of the mission. That part is right now when you failed to fasten your seatbelt, letting it whip back up into the side of the car. And of course, it had to happen just as Gojo reopened the car door.

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment as Gojo's laughter got louder, so uncontrollable that he couldn't even catch his breath. You tried to reach for the seatbelt again, but your cold fingers were not cooperating at all. 

Gojo, still laughing, found room amidst his hysterical fit to offer his help. He motioned to you, so you slouched back against your seat in defeat. He leaned over to fasten your seatbelt, dangerously close to your body. If it was anyone else, you would have moved away to maintain the distance, but with Gojo, you did not even bother shifting an inch, knowing that there would always be a barrier between the two of you. His breath fanned at your face, tickling you. You huffed out from your nose in retaliation, earning a chuckle from him.

'I'll bring that guy to the cell later. You should go and patch up your wounds ASAP.' Gojo spoke as he settled into his seat.

'Aye aye, captain.' You replied deadpan, turning the car keys to start the engine. 

The trip was spent in silence. You were too exhausted to talk, and Gojo's initial chirpiness died down after you stopped replying to him completely. Gojo looked out of the window occasionally, but you were more interesting than the boring brown mountain and repetitive trees outside. He thought you looked cool driving, with your brows slightly furrowed in concentration and your jaws clenched tight. He let his stares linger on your face longer and longer, not knowing the reason he's doing so. 

You didn't even need to look to know that he was staring, his intense glare boring holes into your side. Normally, you would have asked him to piss off, but right now, his attention towards you was having an effect on you, and you knew that it was not natural. You could only tighten your hands around the steering wheel to keep your cool.

You have needs, and being an overworked jujutsu sorcerer, albeit slightly less overworked than your senior Nanami, there was no time for a relationship, not even hookups. So you only had yourself to rely on, and you're satisfied with that. The feeling of arousal was not strange to you. It could start from watching one too many thirst traps online or discussing some workplace inappropriate topics with your female colleagues. Most of the time though, it was when you visit certain sites in the middle of the night to let off steam from work.

However, this was the only mission you had for this entire month, and the month is ending the following week. You were just there to cast a veil and watch Gojo, orders from the higher up. Gojo knew that too, but he didn't care that you were supposed to be spying on him. Gojo was…Gojo was still staring at you, and it made your body heat up, the neediness gathering in between your thighs. 

You were glad your uniform, which was soaked from the rain earlier, had started drying from the car's heater. Otherwise, you are sure that the wet fabric that was plastered to your body would expose your hardened nipples, or maybe sink in between your legs, sticking to the already wet slit, giving Gojo the perfect view of your hot and needy body. 

Your stoic facade broke when Gojo decided to be a helpful colleague and tuck the strand of loose hair behind your ear. The moment his finger touched you, cool fingers coming into contact with your flushed skin, which you did not even expect, you slammed down on the brake, hard. So hard that even you were reeling from the momentum. Luckily, you were driving on some dirt road in the mountains where there were no other vehicles around. You didn't even know where you were exactly, just following the GPS, not a coherent thought in your mind the entire drive. 

You vaguely registered the loud thud behind you, which was the curse user flying off the seats and landing on the floor. You pant heavily, not knowing what you did warranted such a reaction. Perhaps you just needed to let yourself cool down. But from what?

You felt like you just did a heavy workout, you could feel the heat in your face, your muscles slightly sore, your body covered in sweat. And the wetness between your legs that was getting harder to ignore. 

Especially when a soft palm touched your forehead, you yearned for the man's touch. But that's your colleague, whom admittedly, you find very attractive, but still inappropriate to fantasise about. 

Yet that's exactly what you're doing right now, thinking about how his hands should touch you elsewhere, somewhere more private, slinking down to your lower body and massaging your clit through the wet cloth. Maybe after you let the first moan escape from your lips, he will then move your underwear to the side and even breach your entrance, slim fingers pumping in and out, dragging against your walls to find the spot that brings you the most pleasure. And when he finds it, he'll curl his fingers such that he's always hitting your sensible bundle of nerves as he speeds up his motion, tightening the coil in your stomach. Maybe you'll squirm at both pleasure and embarrassment from being fingered by your handsome colleague, but he'll posh your thigh to the side with his free hand to hold you open, welcoming him.

Gojo did not even need to use his six eyes to notice that the flow of your energy, not just cursed energy, is very off. Your knuckles had turned white from gripping the steering wheel hard, and beads of sweat were forming on your forehead, which was burning under his touch. 

'...are you okay?' Gojo asked cautiously. As far as he knew, you were not involved in the battle, instead you were standing at the side watching safely. He made sure of that. So why are you looking at him with teary eyes and open mouth?

'No, no I'm not...okay.' you replied shakily. 'I don't...know.'

'You're heating up, is it from the rain? Can you still drive? I can take over if you want, I don't have a license but I've driven Principle Yaga's car before.'

You only nodded, afraid that you would let out an indecent moan if you even dared to open your mouth.

Gojo quickly exited the car and circled to your side, opening the door as he prepared to get in. Miraculously, you were able to take off your seatbelt with no problem this time. Gojo watched you in confusion as you scrambled to shift over, moving away from him like he was a plague. 

You thought you had escaped from your predicament, but both of you forgot about the curse user in the backseat.

'You getting wet thinking about your partner?' 

Gojo snapped his head back, about to climb over his seat to teach the man a lesson for running his mouth. However, when he caught a glimpse of how you had practically frozen like a deer caught in headlights, he slowly lowered his fist.

Emboldened by this, the curse user started boasting about how he silently infected you with his miasma, which induced a state of sexual desire, similar to an aphrodisiac. You were on the verge of tears, thinking about how Gojo would look at you with disgust after this, possibly also distancing himself from you for, as the curse user was saying, 'for being such a dirty-'

'Thud!'

Gojo finally landed the blow on the curse user. He looked back at you and saw that you had your eyes glued to the road ahead, with your hands tightly clasped together. No doubt your fingers were digging deep into your palm to keep your composure. He knew you long enough to know the small actions you made when you were embarrassed, but you were rarely this flustered around him. He tried not to dwell on the curse user's words, but he found himself helplessly intrigued by your current state. You were fantasising about him, huh? 

'Don't think about it, I'll drive us back to the hotel.' Gojo tried to reassure you, pushing his dirty thoughts to the back of his mind when he saw that you looked one second away from tears overflowing. When he saw the small nod of your head, he restarted the engine, thankful that the throttling sound drowned out his muddled thoughts.

Gojo was gentleman enough to help you open the door when you arrived at the hotel. You mumbled a small thank you, glad to escape the suffocating tension between Gojo and you in the small confinement of the car. However, your legs betrayed you as they gave out the moment you stepped out of the car.

The next thing you knew, you were resting on a soft surface. You blinked away the hot tears in your eyes to see Gojo hovering above you, arms at your sides on the mattress, caging you in. You were blissfully oblivious to Gojo's internal struggle as you looked so...tempting to him, looking up at him through your lidded eyes. The colour of your flushed cheeks was accentuated by the glistening layer of sweat on your face. Your lips were swollen from you biting down on them to stifle your moans throughout the car ride as the aphrodisiac started taking full effect.

Is this what you look like when you're drunk in ecstasy? Like you've just had sex, and just came down from your high, still raw with carnal desire. 

As if in a trance, Gojo reached out to sweep a strand of loose hair from your eyes, the very action that broke through your uncaring demeanour in the car. Your thighs squeezed together subtly, but that did not escape Gojo's watchful eyes. His hand moved to cup your cheeks softly, thumb gently moving back and forth on your supple skin. You sighed contentedly, closing your eyes and leaning into his palm. Maybe your friendship will be over by the end of his trip, but the small relief brought by just the tiniest physical intimacy overweighed your worries. Just a little bit...

Then, just as quickly as Gojo had teleported you to your room, he was gone in a split second, leaving you with tears welling in your eyes again. This time it was not from the emptiness in your core, but in your heart. Unfortunately, it was quickly replaced with a stronger wave of lust. You felt gushes of liquid leaking out from underneath you, itching to be filled to the brim and having hot seed spill inside you.

You groaned in frustration and pulled a pillow towards you, wedging it under your hips propping your lower body up. You bent both your knees, one leg stabilising yourself by pressing your feet into the bed while spreading the other leg to the side.

You wasted no time lifting your skirt. As you expected, you were so wet that your underwear was already plastered to your skin, sinking between your slit. You rubbed at your clit through the cloth, desperately trying to satisfy yourself. However, the friction just was not enough to satiate your thirst. You pushed your underwear to the side and slid your middle finger in, imagining that it was Gojo pleasing you. That worked better than expected, and you were again fantasising about him having his way with you. You added two more fingers, getting more turned on as the squelching sound filled the room. It was still not enough, so you brought your other hand to your exposed clit and rubbed vigorously, bucking your hip into your hands. 

This was the view that greeted Gojo when he opened your door with the spare keycard. The two of you had exchanged the spare keycards to your rooms. “It’s a spare one anyway,” he said. You agreed, thinking that it would not be used until you two checked out. You could not be more wrong as Gojo swiftly closed the door behind him, catching your attention. You started leaking again, even more than usual.

‘Gojo…please…’

-TBC-

[beware-thecrow]

All great characters that you listed!

What about each character draws you to them?

(Also, omg go to bed! Get some sleep!)

i forgot to answer this the other day but this was about my favorite characters, these are not all of them but the most important of them. BHNA Tomura: i like that he questions, that he's clever, critical and is always learning. I like that he's truthful to the fault. He knows heroes will sacrifice those they love for the masses, so instead he's willing to sacrifice the masses for those he loves. I like that he's brave, he never cowards despite being in disadvantage, he's willing to fight despite the odds and to do it for others. He's dutiful towards his people, he protects them, avenges them and secures them. Without even trying to create one, he gave the league a place to call home and they follow him because they believe in him and vice versa. He's fair, in more than one way, he's also loyal. He's a leader.

Izuku: bravest boy, he's so done with afo's bullshit. He starts as a self rightgeous child with not a single critical bone in his body, and yet still finds compassion for those he doesn't understand.

Hawks: I know people hate him, but i can't, i love him more even. I understand every single bullshit he pulls because it's the kind of decision i would take. He's the only one willing to get his hands dirty to do what he thinks is correct. He's willing to be alone and to be everything he hates to protect the civilians. I've said this before, if i can understand that Tomura was groomed by the man that saved him, i can understand that Keigo is doing just the same. He's willing to be nasty and to be hated for doing what he was taught is his duty. Remember again because people forget, Keigo wasn't saved actually, his mother told him at 5 he was basically dead weight. He saved those people to show her he was worth something and then she sold him to the hero commission. No hero came for him either.

Gojo: my most beloved, burdened by his power and the love he holds for everything that surrounds him, including Geto. Even if you don't read it as somehow romantic, you cannot deny Gojo loved him dearly, his only friend and even then he found out he was so horrifyingly alone. Gojo could have the world in the palm of his hand, but no one to walk in it by his side. The dichotomy of it. He's literally untoucheable, and yet he chooses to teach, to care and protect. He chooses to be a clown, to be laid back, to be lighthearted. His self imposed duty is his downfall in the end, love is a curse and Satoru Gojo loves too much. He had the choice no one else had, to be a God or to be a man. Foolishly he chose the latter.

Edward Elric: Ah....to be a motherless older brother, trying to keep your younger brother and yourself from the adult world while your dad shines for his absence. Couldn't be me. But really, Edward is just...so brave. He's tough and then toughens up some more. If he doesn't have it, then he finds it somewhere. He's no everything he needs to be, but then he manages to actually be that and more. And he bravens up each time. Witty and sharp as a knife. Volatile and temperamental, compassionate, but just not enough to let him drag. What has to be done, is done. Even if he's hurt beyond repair and scared. Even when there's loneliness and then loneliness. Trauma like his does that to a child, does that to an older sibling. Leaves you sharp and wild, unable to stop and rest for the sake of everyone and despite yourself. It's not a compliment, but it's not a vice either.

[melliflovs]

Domain Expansion - Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 2,093

Warnings: voyeurism, degradation, oral male receiving

Summary: Gojo gets too impatient to make it home and has his way with you.

A/N: This has been bouncing around in my head for like two days after getting the idea from a TikTok, I don't know if it's been done yet

"Gojo," You giggled pushing his hand off your thigh. "We're in public." The hideous bright orange vinyl seats clung to your bare legs as he subtly pushed your skirt up under the wooden table. You were tempted to indulge him, his fingers slowly sliding back up to the inside of your thighs. Right before you shifted to give him easier access, two of your students slid into the booth across you. Clearing your throat you quickly closed your legs, his hand slowly retreating.

Yuji placed a basket of fries in the center of the table, "Thanks" You grinned picking one up and eating it. "So, boys let's talk fingers." Both you and Gojo were pro keeping Itadori alive for the time being, possibly the only ones in the curse killing world who were. Over the past week, you and Gojo had curated a list of where you could potentially locate Sukuna's fingers - the past week may or may not have also included you being bent over the desk in between teaching lessons. It wasn't a secret that the two of you were together but you did try to keep things discreet.

You pulled out the list of finger locations, giving one to both students with a grin, "This is where you should be able to find them. I-" You were cut off by the feeling of Gojo's hand returning, making quick work of opening your legs back up and sliding his fingers to the inside of your thighs. He didn't move for a moment after that, letting you decide what you want.

"Boys, could you guys order me a soda really quick?" You asked a sweet smile on your face. "How about a burger too" Gojo added, "Extra cheese."

The two students stood up in unison, uttering "Yes sensei" under their breaths as they went. You watched as they approached the register, opening their mouths to talk to the waitress. Turning back to your boyfriend you subtly hiked up your skirt, your thin black lace panties exposed to his eyes only. His eyes widened behind his glasses. He leaned in closer to you, his voice coming out in a low purr, "Wear those just for me? What a good girl."

One of his arms wrapped around you, drawing small circles on your shoulder. "Do you know what I'd do to you if they weren't with us? I'd fuck you on his table if I could. In front of everyone here."

A blush spread across your face, you felt as if you would melt into the floor from embarrassment. You were ashamed of how well his words were working. Your reaction only seemed to spur him on further. "I bet you like the idea of being bent over and fucked until you can't think anymore while everyone watches."

You tried to clench your thighs together but he held them open with one hand, "Tsk, tsk, too late for that." Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his fingertip run up and down your clothed folds. His breath was hot on your neck as he leaned down again.

"So wet already? I guess it does get you off." Smirking he moved your panties aside, "I'll rip them off later." Slowly he trailed his finger up to your clit circling it before dipping back down towards your entrance, slowly entering you with a single digit.

"W-What if they notice." You stuttered out as he began pumping, his palm grinding against your clit.

"What if they do?"

Your eyes got wide, "Gojo we can't-"

He tilted your head towards his, kissing you softly for a moment before pulling away. Grabbing your hand he pulled you out of the booth and taking you out the back exit while your students cluelessly waited patiently for the food.

When you exited the door you found yourselves in an empty alley, Satoru wasted no time in pushing you up against the brick wall. He kissed you slowly now that he had you to himself. His tongue invaded your mouth with ease as wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tugging lightly on his white hair. He let out a low moan, grinding into you lightly. His bulge pressed against you, the weight of it reminding you how badly you wanted to feel it in your hands.

Switching positions you pushed Gojo against the wall, never breaking eye contact as you sunk to your knees. You toyed with the button on his pants, the bulge straining the material. Slowly you leaned forward and nuzzled your nose against it, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. His hand came down, stroking your hair and cheek before his thumb brushed over your lip.

You didn't hesitate in opening your mouth for him as he slipped his finger in. You sucked it immediately. Gojo looked down at you, lust clouding his eyes as your tongue swirled around his digit. You began to unbutton his pants, his finger was fun but it wouldn't satisfy like other things could. You released his finger with a pop as you pulled down his pants, his cock springing out eagerly.

Taking your time you slowly stroked him, tracing his veins with your fingers. You felt his hand lace through your hair, holding it back for you. You tilted it up, look deeply into his eyes as you licked a stripe from base to tip, swirling around his light pink head.

He grinned down at you, "Just like that, baby. Just how I like it." You leisurely worked your mouth down around his cock, taking your time as you took him. Gojo was beginning to grow impatient, his hips bucking lightly into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You choked for a second, breathing deeply through your nose as tears pricked at your eyes. "Dirty whore." He growled, "Look so pretty wrapped around my cock like that"

His words made your head feel light and the heat between your legs swell. His hand still holding your hair back began to guide you up and down on him, you hummed around his length the vibrations sending sparks through Gojo as he moaned your name quietly.

Such a powerful person falling apart just from the warmth of your mouth.

You reached a hand down to rub yourself, the palm of your hand giving you temporary release as the feeling grew and closing your eyes blissfully. Getting lost in the feeling your movements stalled, momentarily focusing on your own pleasure. Gojo used his hand to pull himself from your mouth, watching you get lost in your approaching high. Without warning he crouched down in front of you, long legs surrounding you on either side. Swiftly he grabbed your hand, halting your finish. Your eyes snapped open to be met with his.

"Gojo, please." You whined, trying to take your hand out of his grasp.

"Only I can make you cum right now. Even if it is in this disgusting alley and you're on your hands and knees on the fucking ground." You nodded dumbly at him, surprised by his words, and incredibly turned on. "That's my good girl." He said, leaning forward and kissing you softly on the lips, his own hand finding his way down to the bottom of your skirt. Effortlessly his fingers slipped into your panties and began thumbing at your clit. Sparks flew through your body as the previous flame was reignited.

"Gojo." You moaned loudly, your body happy to have his hands on it. You reacted in ways you couldn't even comprehend when he touched you. You said his name again, even louder than the last time.

"Oi." He whispered, leaning towards your ear, "Need to be quieter, only I get to see you like this. No one else can hear you like this-" He was cut off by laughter at the other end of the alley by the street. A group of three men walked by. They paused for a moment, peering through the darkness. You tensed in Gojo's arms.

His hand brushed over your hair, petting you softly. With a smirk, he whispered in your ear. "Domain expansion."

Suddenly the area around you turned pitch black wind whipping around you and just like that the two of you were surrounded by the void still sitting crouched in front of each other. "Peace and quiet." You smiled, leaning forward and kissing Gojo. Pushing him onto his back you climbed on top of him. His cock was trapped between your stomach and his. Gojo's slender fingers went to your thighs, slowly hiking your skirt up once again like he had in the diner only this time you let him. He slid you forward, your clothed core rubbing over his length.

Simultaneously you both moaned, "Fuck, (y/n). Need you so badly." You lifted yourself up for a second, pulling your panties off, careful not to lose your balance. "Skirt stays on." Gojo smirked, clearly happy with your choice of style this morning. The black tennis skirt was lifted up to your hips as you lowered yourself back on him. Slowly you rubbed your wet folds along his length, you were practically dripping at this point.

Gojo watched in awe as you moved along him. You looked so unbelievably hot in the short skirt, even more so with it bunched up at your hips as you tried to tease him. It was working, don't get him wrong, but it seemed to be working better on yourself. Soft pants and quiet moans leaving your lips as his tip brushed against your clit.

"Please, Satoru." You begged quietly, what you were doing felt fantastic but it wasn't going to push the growing feeling off the edge, and it wouldn't do it for him either. He lifted you once more effortlessly, a strong hand gripping your soft skin as his other grasped his cock. With the distance between the two of you, Gojo rubbed his tip along your soaked folds. Slowly he eased himself inside you. His thick length stretched you out as you pulsed and mewled around him.

Gojo let out a groan as you enveloped him, your heat ready and wanting. He watched as your eyes rolled back from the feeling of finally getting what you needed. Gojo began working his hips, fucking you hard and fast from below. "Fuck, Gojo. F-Feels so good." You stuttered, his cock bumping the deepest parts of you as you yelled out in euphoria. You raked your hands through his messy hair, pulling lightly as he fucked you.

His fast pace made your breasts bounce up and down, his eyes trained on your clothed chest. Your hardened nipples were visible from the thin material of the shirt you wore. Catching you off guard he pulled your shirt up with his hand, exposing your bare chest. Leaning forward he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. He sucked harshly on the supple flesh, marking it for days to come.

Between his hard cock buried inside you and his teeth and tongue lapping at your tits you quickly became a mess, moaning wantonly. You felt the waves of electricity begin to rise as his thrusts grew sloppier and his breathing got more erratic. His mouth never left your chest, latched onto you as you broke, shaking around him and pulling his head in between your breast, pulling at his hair. "Fuck, Gojo. So deep."

You heard him exhale deeply, sputtering as he chased his own release, cumming inside you. He kept thrusting, his cum mixing with your slick as it spilled out of you and onto his thighs. Sweat beaded at both of your foreheads, exhaustion soon approaching. His mouth continued to leave sloppy open mouthed kisses on your chest before dropping your shirt back down and giving you a soft peck on your lips.

You gave him a sleepy grin, "Do you think they noticed we left?" You asked as you slowly pulled yourself off him. Your legs shook slightly as you stood, straightening out your skirt.

Gojo zipped up his pants and smirked at the noticeably wet mark on his pants. "Probably." He said, standing up and walking towards you. Pulling you closer to him, giving you a kiss on your forehead. "I'll handle them later. I hope they took our food to go. Could really use it after that."

For a moment you both stayed in his domain, finding comfort in the void and in each other's arms.

[gojology]

Fireworks.

the request :

pairing : not technically a pairing.. but lets just say gojo x female reader warnings : angst and cursing, no editing. wordcount : 2561 a/n : this physically hurt me to write thanks anon. aha all jokes aside i’m so sorry for not making this quick enough, i finally got enough time to finish it and it’s not even that good :( thank u SO much for ur kind words omg u got me feelin like <333333333

       You stare at him, and he stares back, you’re sure he’s unblinking behind those shades of his.         You knew what would happen after this confrontation, after all, you were the one who had asked him to meet you here. It’s a small, calm park. The atmosphere is still, and the shrill sounds of cicadas are the only thing penetrating the deafening silence between the two of you.          “Hey.” he finally speaks up, sounding a bit too impatient for your liking. You flinch a little, and your fist tightens. It was like he never learned how to introduce himself politely.         You take a deep breath in and exhale, your breath comes out in clouds of smoke. You remember when Shoko had given you those cigarettes one day and Gojo slapped it out of your slack hands, Geto and Gojo laughing at your flushed face, your heart twists.          Truth be told, you didn’t even know why you were thinking the world was ending- it wasn’t. Breaking up with your fellow peer was awkward to say the least, but there were only 4 of you in the jujutsu class, yourself included. It would be undeniably dreadful to see his lanky figure dotting around the back of the class with Geto, and to have to work with him for everything else.          “Hey.” you reply, your words dripping with venom.         “C’mon, cut to the chase.” he waved his hand a few times in the air as a dismissal of the conversation, a half eaten lollipop dangling dangerously from those limp long fingers. It makes you hate him even harder. Couldn’t he read the room?     “I don’t have time for chit-chat, you know?! The strongest needs some rest. I’m human like the rest of us! Sheesh, Jujutsu is so demanding....”      “We need to break up.” is all that slips from your lips, and even you’re shocked it came out that carelessly. You wanted to stop resisting, to stop holding back and let loose the long river of hatred and misery you had for this man- no, a boy, he was a boy.      A strong wind blows against your warm face, and the lollipop drops onto the grass without another word.        Gojo gapes at you dumbly, and in return you look down to study that glistening in the moonlight lollipop, it’s pink and ants are already crawling on their new found prey. Your shoes are slightly dirty, and you could see-        “Are you serious?” he scoffed as if it was a joke. It’s not, and you hate being taken like a joke. You weren’t, and that’s all Gojo Satoru did- take everything as a joke, everything was childs play to him. You were looking for a serious relationship, and him? He was looking for sex and quick make out sessions.        “Wait- you’re not joking?” he laughs again, but it trails off, you doubt it actually affected him.        “Of course I’m not joking. Why would I joke about shit like this?” you spat back.        You didn’t care about his feelings right now. You deserved some sort of medal for dealing with him, any sort of compensation really. it seemed to you like the relationship didn’t quite matter for whatever reason. If he wanted to be fuckbuddies he could’ve just said so-       But you still can’t wrap your head around why he kept you, he didn’t throw you away, and you falter. You wanted to be his girlfriend in some ways, in others you wanted to punch him in the face with as much cursed energy as possible.        Gojo takes his glasses off, slipping them into his jacket’s pocket. It seems like he doesn’t want to talk, but you press on.        “I’m fucking tired, Satoru. You treat me like bullshit. I’m not your-” you take a short breather, tears beginning to dawn at the corner of your eyes. “I’m not your fucking doll. And I never, ever WILL BE. I’ve hung onto this stupid fucking relationship long enough and the amount of dedication you poured into this isn’t enough. I deserve better.”        Shit. You hated rambling like that. Scratch that, you hated confrontations as a whole, this would be sure to take a toll on you later.       Turning your back on him, you allow those tears to finally fall. Tears that had been shut in long enough had finally seen the light of day. You wipe the trails away with the already wet sleeve of your hoodie, a large trembling frown adorned your features.        You can’t hide your sniffling even if you tried, and before you know it you can’t even prevent the floodgates from bursting. The tears seeped into the dirt, creating some sort of rhythm as they fell from your cheeks.       “Hey-” he places those hands on your shoulder that made your knees go weak, it’s gentle, and he slightly caresses you. It’s strangely intimate for the situation you found yourself in, but you’re still mortified. Why did you enjoy his touch?        It feels like you’re in this position for ages, his hands on your shoulder, your back facing him. Somehow, someway, you can taste salty tears and you didn’t remember drinking any, for a split second you feel disgusted, at you, at him, at the world.      A small noise leaves your throat.      “It’s okay.” he finally spoke, was that a hint of sorrow? Never mind that, he was actually taking this seriously. What a turn of events.      He took it better then you certainly thought, especially since this would be a definite blow to his big ego. You turn to face him, maybe as an act of superiority, hell like you knew.       Peculiarly, there are tears in his eyes as well. Crocodile tears, probably. He’s most likely trying to guilt trip you- hah, like you’d fall for that. You knew better.      “It’s okay.” he repeated again, brushing those tears away with his roughed up thumb, you’re mortified. Why were you allowing him to touch you?      A calm silence settles between the two of you, but shortly after you hear the rustling of cloth.       Gojo’s taking his jacket off?       About to speak, your mouth snaps shut as he placed the impossibly large jacket around your body, small compared to his. Instinctively, you allow it, but your mind is cursing you for not lashing out on him- why did he still care about you, anyways?     Gojo takes a step back, and you realize you’re now wearing his jacket. His gaze directed at yours, eyelashes fluttering. Your lips are tingling, and for some unbeknownst reason you wonder how a kiss would feel right now.      A part of you still wanted the relationship.      “Take care.”      And with that, he twirled around with a hint of flair, hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets; wind howling against your ears as he did so. He was finally leaving you, but that wasn’t what you envisioned, you wanted to leave him- not him leave you.      You watched him stroll off, heading to where ever he came from.     That was how your first, and last relationship ended.  ‧₊˚✩彡.     The thought of this abandoned relationship nestled at the back of your head, and it had been for several years. It was like it happened yesterday.      His glasses still resided on your nightstand, sitting on the same spot that you had hastily dropped it on all those years ago, gathering dust quickly as you couldn’t quite look at it.       Gojo’s jacket was at the very back of your closet, and you’d advert your gaze to somewhere else- anywhere else, whenever you saw the wretched pitch-black sleeves that were twice the size of your arms.       You had taken a rather looked down upon jujutsu path, one that you knew only one other person had done before you. Nanami Kento was his name, from what you remembered. Sure, you still kept in touch with Shoko, but that was about it.       Today was one of those days, Shoko would invite you to some sort of establishment to eat, perhaps make small talk about what had been happening in your life, and that was that. Admittedly, you missed that childish relationship with her so badly- but you could never tell her about that.       Japan at night was always a treat though, that was certainly a fact.      Perhaps Shoko was thinking about other things when she took you to the Japanese night market, though you didn’t blame her- after all the fireworks festival was today, if you remembered correctly. Stalls filled with games and cheap street-snacks wafted about in the air, sweet tangy sauce, noodles, your stomach grumbled as you thought about taking a bite on the horribly unhealthy junk food.       “Here, Y/N. I’ve heard this takoyaki is really good.” You and Shoko had finally found an empty bench to sit at, and for some reason the muddy green color painted onto the wooden bench made your stomach lurch- it was the same shade that you saw nearby when breaking up with Gojo.     Shoko gives you this lukewarm yet kind smile, enough for you to give her a small grin to her in return, and you take the still hot container out of her gentle hands.       You plop the doughy deliciousness into your salivating mouth, and immediately you’re giddy. Savoring the taste of the thick brown sauce coating your pallet. You had to admit, Shoko, Geto, and... Gojo had amazing taste in food. Your tastebuds had instantaneously dulled as soon as you parted ways with the trio.      “Shoko-” you mumble, your mouth still stuffed, you cover your mouth and try to lower the sound of your chewing. “This is really good! How much was it?”        Shoko’s eyebrow quirks, and she leans in closer to you, “What was that?”        About to repeat yourself, you drink in the scene around you first. Cheerful children roaming the streets; too past their bedtime. Angsty teenagers and the many lanterns strung highly above everyone’s heads, how bright everything was.       Then you see it.       Someone large, atleast, significantly larger as opposed to the general crowd bustling in the streets. You couldn’t be mistaken, he had the same wild white hair- except it’s gelled up into spikes. He’s wearing a mauve darkish-purple uniform, it seems, a cute shopping bag swinging side by side as he took long strides. One thing you had to note was a blindfold, though.       Gojo’s not wearing those classic shades that was practically his signature.       You peer over at Shoko, who’s now frantically waving at Gojo, humming, his chin tipped towards the clear canvas of a sky, dotted with many white stars. He seems livelier somehow, an aura of friendliness radiating instead of arrogance, and you drop your takoyaki in suit.       He notices you.      And then he notices Shoko.       “...’Scuse me. Comin through.” he maneuvered himself through the already annoyed crowd, muttering quick polite apologies before finally freeing himself from the tight bundle of people. A large toothy grin is displayed for the world to see on his face, you feel like you’re about to vomit everything you had eaten today.       Your eyes scan the bag he’s holding, it contrasted heavily from the dark color scheme of whatever he was clad in; pastel yellow with a cute light green mascot chewing happily on mochi. In bubble letters above it were the words, “It’s a good day for yummy food.”      “Shoko!” he exclaims joyously, giving her a quick hug. “Hey, haven’t seen you in a while outside of work.”       Then, Gojo glances at you, atleast that’s what you assume he’s doing, the blindfold was really confusing you. He politely smiled, not as big as the one that he gave Shoko, though.        “Long time no see, Y/N.”        You clear your throat and nod in agreement. “You too.”        Polite chatter between the two of them ensued, and you steadily got more bored as the time went on, checking your phone and stealing quick stares at the two of them. You want to comment, to be included, but you doubt anyone really cared for you right now.        “...How are you?” you say bluntly, blinded by boredom, and immediately you regret it.       Shoko chuckles awkwardly, looking at you with those tired eyes of hers. “Was that for me or Gojo?”        Fuck it, if you were gonna go out, you might as well do it now.        “Gojo.”        “Shit. Putting me in the spotlight like this?” he stands back up from leaning down to talk to Shoko eye-to-eye, now turning to look at you, pausing.       “You’re even more straightforward then I remember, and I thought that was impossible.”        “Yeah.” you finally say after too many seconds of silence. It seemed like he was hinting at something. “I guess we just grow as people, even though I thought that was basically impossible for you.” you cheekily retort back, crossing your arms over your chest with a smug smirk now proudly playing at your lips.        “AND you got sassier? Never quite grew outta the brat phase.” taking a seat between the empty space between the two of you with a huff, his right leg placed above the knee of his left, his thumb plays with the hem of his blindfold, pulling it just a bit so that you could see his snow white eyelashes, alongside with a singular eye.     It’s like time stops as soon as you see them, and it’s like Shoko isn’t closely surveying the two of you, obviously perplexed with this sudden increase of the intensity of conversation.        You see a split second of something flickering in those eyes of his, you’re not quite sure what it could quite be.. Vulnerability?         “Can’t believe my eyes.” pulling his blindfold back down. They’re still as breathtaking as you had imagined them to be. He shrugged, leaning back into the bench casually.      For a while, the three of you just watch the stall directly in front of you- it’s a goldfish stall. Gojo had gotten you one when the two of you were still dating.         Shit. Why weren’t you over such a silly relationship? It wasn’t like you still had feelings for him, but there was still this emotion you couldn’t shake off. It clung onto you like a leech.         “It’s been so long since we’ve relaxed with each other like this.” Shoko mused aloud, turning to look at the two of you. The words are so faint, you’re barely able to hear her subtle voice.        At this point, colorful fireworks started bursting into the air- every shade of color could be seen. Vibrant greens, blues, reds, a loud crackling is all the ear can hear, aside from the loud cheering of over joyous children. Both of you are unanswering.       Vaguely, you remember the first time you saw the fireworks. Lo and behold, you remember wisps of Gojo’s white hair that you twisted and played with, your legs wrapped around his head. You felt on top of the world. Now, you found yourself at the bottom of it.         There’s a grateful, albeit, sad smile on your face. It wasn’t like it was all sunshine and rainbows for you, no. You felt bitter. Hatred, even, that Gojo matured without you.        “Yeah. I miss this.” you say through gritted teeth.         If you were to be honest, you did miss them. Geto, Shoko, Gojo, running around pelting each other with scrunched up paper.       Not just Gojo.        But you guess he’s a big factor as well.