#goinko another level

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Not me seeing another Gojo x Zenin!Reader where her technique is Duplication. They all just wanna be Rinko.

Guys. Pls help me. Pls.

Snapshots of their interactions over the years? Duplication technique? Maki telling her she’s starting to sound like Gojo?

At least say you got the idea or were inspired by Another Level. Please.

Am I being petty? Probably. But damnit I worked so fucking hard on Another Level and while I’m so glad Rinko inspired others, I would like it if people at least acknowledged where they got the inspiration from.

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Semi-Grade (Another Level - Installment 4)

Summary:

“Rinko-chaaaan,” Gojo’s voice in her phone called, a smirk still in his voice. “Did you hear me? You’re gonna be a Semi-Grade 1." “You’re a manipulative bastard,” she said drily. “Technically, I agreed to this under duress.” “That so?” he hummed, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Big talk from the slut who still didn’t tell me to stop.” He had her there. He’d asked her color whenever he thought it might be too much, which was often. She’d said green every single time.

AN: I once again combined the two parts into one. So this is the entirety of the installment. Say 'fuck you' to the old geezer, everyone 😂

Also, don't let the header fool you, Gojo and Rinko still gettin' a lil spicy in this one 👀👀

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Semi-Grade 2010

“Why am I not surprised to see that you put your number in my phone?”

She could hear his lighthearted laughter as she paid for her sweet plum senbei. He’d also named the contact ‘Best Friend 💦🥵😍Satoru.’ The photo was him holding up a stupid peace sign, sunglasses in place, and a giant goofy grin on his face. She’d officially learned to never leave her phone near him without supervision.

“You’re welcome!” he said, a smile in his voice. “It’s good to hear from you too!”

“Gojo,” she said, a warning in her voice.

As much as she enjoyed his antics, she was wary of him calling her so suddenly. 

“What do you want?”

“Well, since you asked,” he hummed. She felt her eyes narrow as he spoke. “I want your tight pussy-”

“Tell me that isn’t why you called me,” she deadpanned, ignoring the small spark in her cunt at his statement. She’d been planning on having a nice day to herself, buying some groceries, and making a simple dinner before she spent the evening watching TV. They’d had maybe a single conversation that didn’t end with him inside of her, taking her apart. And that was the opposite of the simple, relaxing, solo evening she had planned. “Because if it is, I’m hanging up.”

Pushing past a small group blocking the path, she approached the last stand she needed to visit before leaving.

“Wait!” he called, and she let out a heavy sigh. Waiting for him to continue, she pointed at the fresh takenoko bamboo shoots and held up three fingers. “That isn’t why I’m calling. Though, if you’re offer-”

“Goodbye, Gojo.”

“Wait-!”

She hung up, stuffing her phone back into her pocket as she accepted the bag containing her vegetables.

“Can I get four of the kamo eggplants as well?” she asked, already pulling her money out as they nodded. “Thank you.”

The bruises had finally faded from her neck, having taken two weeks to fully disappear. Not that she was complaining too much. Her uniform covered them almost completely, and when she wasn’t working, it was cold enough to justify the large, bulky scarves she wore. And just a bit of effort to hide the bruises he’d sucked onto her neck was well worth the absolute ruin he’d inflicted upon her to earn them.

Not only had she been right when she assumed she wouldn’t be able to leave first thing the next morning, but he’d somehow - it wasn’t that big of a mystery - convinced her to stay the entire weekend in his bed.

She ordered some yakitori to hold her over until dinner, taking a bite as she continued walking home. The small smile that had been tugging at her lips since she’d seen his contact when he called finally won out, and she released a quiet chuckle as she munched on her snack.

He was absolutely insufferable. But she knew he would say the same about her.

The sound of her phone ringing again made her roll her eyes. Answering it wordlessly, she waited for him to speak.

“That was rude, Rinko-chan,” Gojo said, a pout in his voice now. “But I’ll forgive you this time.”

She stayed silent still, waiting for him to get to the point.

“I have some great news!” he finally continued. “Kurisaki Rinko will be a Semi-Grade 1 sorcerer by the end of the week!”

Her eyes narrowed, remembering how he’d gotten her to agree to let him recommend her promotion.

“Do you need to cum, Rinko-chan?” his voice asked, his teeth biting at her ear. His hips didn’t stop moving, continuously hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her feel like she was being ripped apart. “Hm?”

Her moan made him chuckle, fingers speeding up as he rubbed her clit insistently.

He’d tied her hands to the headboard, a smug grin on his face as he said that he’d untie her when she agreed to accept his recommendation.

“Tell me what I wanna hear,” he murmured, moving to her neck to suck her sweaty skin between his lips. “Just a few simple words, Rinko-chan.”

“You’re such a manipulative-”

The slap to her clit made her back arch into him, a scream falling from her lips as she fought against the ties at her wrists. He groaned deep in his throat when she clenched around him desperately, still tugging on her arms.

“Give in, baby,” he growled, thrusting into her harshly and stilling as he nudged against her cervix. “I can leave you on the edge all night long, sweetheart. Make you my personal little cumslut and not let you cum once.”

Her whine was long, prompting a single, deep thrust as he grinned down at her. His eyes were bright, shining down at her sinfully as he delighted in her completely wrecked state.

“You know you want to,” he taunted, his face just a breath away. A laugh escaped him when she unconsciously tried to lean up to kiss him. “Come on, baby. You know what I wanna hear. You need to cum? Want me to kiss you?”

She slammed her head back against the bed, another moan escaping as he started to move slowly. The head of his cock brushing her gspot was just enough to send a shiver through her.

It wasn’t going to work, she’d told herself stubbornly when he’d started his game. He wasn’t that good. His ego sure as hell didn’t need the boost. She wasn’t going to let him fuck her into agreeing to-

A sharp thrust, paired with another slap to her clit and him biting her neck had her relenting in a broken sob.

“Fine!” she cried, her body shaking with the pain and pleasure combination. “I’ll accept it. I’ll let you recommend me! Please just- fuck!”

He’d leaned back as she finally gave in, a smug grin on his face as he sped back up and rubbed tiny, quick circles on her clit.

“Good girl,” he cooed, capturing her lips with his, pulling her tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. “Such a good girl. Cum for me.”

She whimpered against his lips, her body falling over the edge so quickly she barely registered it happening. The pulses of her cunt squeezing him pulled a low groan from him, and he let out a cruel laugh when she tried to pull her hips away from his fingers still teasing her clit.

“Keep going, baby,” he murmured, pecking her lips sweetly. His eyes were glinting as he leaned back just enough to stare into hers. “You’re gonna keep cumming for as long as you held out.” The mirth in his eyes made hers widen. “That’s right, sweetheart, you held out for so long. Did such a good job edging yourself. Now, you get rewarded for giving me what I wanted.” He paused his thrusts to grind his hips against hers. “Now, be a good little slut and take it.”

“Rinko-chaaaan,” Gojo’s voice on her phone called, a smirk still in his voice. “Did you hear me? You’re gonna be a Semi-Grade 1.”

“You’re a manipulative bastard,” she stated drily. Ripping another bite of meat from the skewer in her hand, she willed herself to keep her thoughts from how many times he’d forced her to cum that night. She’d screamed her throat raw, unable to form coherent thoughts as he wrung her dry. Her clit had been a swollen, overused bundle that hurt by the time he was done with her. “Technically, I agreed to this under duress.”

“That so?” he hummed, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Big talk from the slut who still didn’t tell me to stop.”

He had her there. He’d asked her color whenever he thought it might be too much, which was often. She’d said green every single time.

“When’s my first assignment?” she asked, changing the subject. “Who am I shadowing?”

“Tomorrow,” he replied, his amused tone telling her he knew exactly what she was doing. “And you’ll be with Nanamin, just like I said you would.”

“Am I supposed to wait until he contacts me?” She stopped walking, taking the final bite of her snack and tossing the wooden stick into the nearby trashcan. “Or are you giving me the details?”

“Both,” he replied, voice still amused. “I’m calling to tell you that you can meet me afterward, if you don’t take too long, for dinner.”

“Am I staying here or coming there?” she asked, immediately regretting her choice of words. “Don’t you even dare say what I know you want to say.”

She’d opened the door, but she was slamming it right back shut. Still, her lips curled up in a smile when he let out a knowing laugh.

“Fine, fine,” he relented, still chuckling. “Here. This one will be a two-parter, so you’ll need to be here for a few days. You can stay with me if you want.”

“Why do I feel like this is a ploy to trick me into bed with you?” she teased, her smile growing when he scoffed.

“Baby, I don’t need to trick you into my bed,” his mock offense was driven home by his haughty tone. “You’ll come to my bed willingly, and we both know it.”

Most likely, she mused to herself. But she hadn’t really poked at him in a while.

“Maybe Nanami will offer-”

His growl was quiet, but she heard it, and she would deny the twitch her pussy gave at that sound until the day she died. It was somehow more fun to rile him up the more she got to know him.

“If you want to be bored to death,” he replied, his voice nonchalant. There was a dull edge to it that was quickly sharpening. “I’m sure he’d love to have you. But I know you wouldn’t leave me hanging on my birthday, Rinko-chan.”

Raising her eyebrows, she pulled her phone away from her ear to look at the date, realizing that he wasn’t joking. His birthday was tomorrow.

“Hm,” she murmured, climbing the stairs of her apartment building. “I supposed I can try to squeeze you in tomorrow evening. Think you can fit me into your busy schedule?”

He hummed, voice immediately losing its edge.

“Baby, for you?” his voice was teasing. “I’d clear the whole damn thing.”

Unlocking her door, she let out an exaggerated scoff. Setting her groceries down, she began to put away the ones she didn’t need for her dinner.

“Oh?” she asked, opening her senbei and crunching on one absently, uncaring that he could certainly hear it. “I guess I should feel honored that you’d be so willing to let me skip the line.”

Now he was laughing, she could hear him muffling his chuckles unsuccessfully and then him apologizing to someone.

“Jealous, baby?” he taunted, the playful lilt to his voice making her roll her eyes. “Wish there wasn’t a line?”

Weirdly enough, she suddenly realized she wasn’t. That had her freezing in her task, bamboo shoots inches above the countertop. It was something about their casual teasing and his insistence to become her friend that had her smiling slightly, an odd fondness overtaking her.

He wasn’t exactly a manwhore, he didn’t have the time for that. But she knew he wasn’t celibate either, and she found herself not caring as much as she thought she might.

Then again, that could have something to do with the fact that after the first time they’d had sex, she didn’t think it would be happening again.

“No,” she admitted, surprise coloring her voice as she said it aloud when she realized she hadn’t responded to him. “I actually don’t.”

There was a pause, one she assumed meant his eyes were narrowing as he tried to figure out if she was telling the truth.

“Huh,” he finally breathed. “That’s good, I guess. Wow.”

“Don’t tell me you want me to be jealous?” she asked, resuming her task. She put her phone on speaker as she set it down on the countertop. Even though she got a rush when he acted a bit jealous as well. But maybe it was the insult to his pride in thinking someone could be better. She did like to poke at that aspect quite a bit. It made the sex so much better when he had a little bit of aggression pent up towards her. “This isn’t-”

“No,” he cut her off, his voice serious now. “I’m just surprised. But that makes it easier. I’m glad we don’t have to go through any… I’m glad we’re on the same page already, I guess. I don’t usually-” He stopped for a moment, his voice muffled as he replied to someone’s question. “I’ll be honest with you, I don’t usually see someone more than once.”

She raised her eyebrows, giving her phone a look of disbelief.

“Gojo,” she said, scoffing again. “You don’t need to bullshit me-”

“I’m serious,” he cut her off again. “I’ll make you a deal. Because I said I want to be your friend - and I meant that by the way - I won’t lie to you about this shit. If you’ll agree to the same. Occasional, casual sex, and we let the other know if that changes or something happens.”

Tilting her head to the side, she mulled his words over. He made it sound too easy, just like recommending her for Grade 1.

“Kurisaki?” he asked, and she realized she’d been completely silent. “You there?”

“Yeah,” she called, walking back to her phone and staring down at the stupid contact picture he’d taken. “Kinda unclear though, what do you mean by if anything changes? Like, if we have a partner we think may have given us something?”

“Or if you get a boyfriend,” he replied easily, and she could almost picture him shrugging. “Any change. But yeah, definitely safety. I always use condoms, but-”

“Always, huh?” she asked, cutting him off with a smirk. “Pretty sure-”

“Okay,” he cut her off in return, defensive. “It was- you agreed-”

Her laughter made him trail off, and now she just knew he was scowling.

“I’m just messing with you,” she said lightly, finishing her task and getting out a cutting board so she could start dinner. “You said you were clean and I believe you, and I have an implant. But yeah, I typically use condoms, too. So we should be fine.”

A thought occurred to her, and she couldn’t help but giggle as she wondered how to word her question.

“Okay,” she began, almost dissolving into giggles. “This is such a stupid fucking question,” she heard him let out an annoyed sigh as he waited for her to continue. “But indulge me for a second-”

“Yes,” he deadpanned, but he did sound amused too. “If you’re asking if my reverse cursed technique could counteract STDs. I’ve never tried, but with how it works, yes-”

She finally lost the fight, her laughter bubbling out of her loudly as she leaned against the countertop, wheezing and clutching her stomach. Why it was so funny to her, she would never know, but it just tickled something in her that found it hilarious.

“You literally have a free card to be such a manwhore,” she wheezed, her giggles still making it hard to breathe. “It’s like an asshole’s dream come true.”

“Excuse me,” he snapped, sounding offended. “I still need to be careful because it doesn’t exactly prevent pregnancies. And it’s not like I’ve confirmed that it actually works against- stop laughing!”

“Sorry!” she gasped, gaining control of herself with some effort. “I just- it’s so funny to me. I’ve heard so many men complain how they hate how condoms feel and you’re out here choosing to wear them like some kind of masochist-”

“You’re enjoying this too much,” he said, the irritation in his voice sobering her. “Do we have a deal or not?”

“It’s a deal,” she agreed, taking a deep breath to ensure her giggles were gone. “Though I guess there isn’t much of a point for you, but I appreciate the idea of communicating like adults. So it’s a deal.”

“Good.” He was quiet for a moment before she heard him say under his breath, “You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?”

Raising her eyebrows, she looked down at her phone in confusion.

“Me?” she asked, trying to remember what she’d done. “Wait, what did I do?”

He was silent for a minute, and she wondered if she’d actually made him mad.

“Fuckin,” he groaned quietly. “Got me thinkin’ about how you feel wrapped around my cock.”

Another laugh escaped her, even as she felt her cunt twitch.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she teased. “Did having the responsible conversation about safe sex and-”

“You weren’t just talking about that,” he countered, his voice stern. “You were talking about how it feels to not wear a condom and what else am I gonna think about except your tight cunt wrapped around me like a goddamn vice?”

Her jaw dropped open, a rush of heat running through her now, her underwear suddenly sticking to her uncomfortably.

“That sounds like a you problem,” she said, keeping her voice even. “I am thinking about my dinner.”

“Oh, I’ll fucking show you how it’s your problem,” he whispered, the words sending a shiver through her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Rinko-chan.”

He hung up without waiting for her to reply, leaving her grinning as she continued prepping her veggies.

“How did it go?”

Gojo had been waiting for her when she exited Yaga’s office, falling into step with her easily when she brushed past him.

“As if you weren’t listening in,” she teased, tossing him a look over her shoulder. “But it went fine. It was just tedious.”

It had been a bit textbook if she was honest. A few dozen Grade 3 curses in an old apartment building that was scheduled for renovation. It had been simple but tedious.

Nanami had called her the previous evening not long after she’d gotten off the phone with Gojo. He’d informed her that he would meet her at the Shinjuku metro stop early the next morning, meaning she would need to catch the first train to Tokyo.

His monotone voice had been unsurprised that she’d already been informed of her soon-to-be Semi-Grade 1 status, but he still went through the basics to remind her of the steps.

As a Semi-Grade 1, she would be accompanying him on at least half of his missions for a minimum of six months. After that six-month period, depending on performance, she’d be reevaluated. If she was up to par, an exam would be scheduled in the form of a solo exorcism of a Grade 1 curse. Upon successfully completing that, she would officially be a Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer.

She knew the steps, but she was still reeling from the idea that she was actually getting a chance to go through them. Part of her knew that she could be expecting a disgruntled call very soon.

Pulling her scarf tighter, she walked faster, wanting to escape the cold that had been seeping into her since the moment she’d stepped off the metro to greet Nanami that morning. She’d been bleary-eyed and exhausted, having had to rush to catch the metro after her train from Kyoto had been delayed. It wasn’t much, but it had been enough to stress her already fraying nerves.

Gojo matched her stride easily, his long legs having no trouble keeping pace as they reached the car Yaga was lending her during her stay.

“Dinner?” he asked, leaning down to cage her against the driver’s side door. “Or did you get dinner with Nanami already?”

Rolling her eyes, she gave his chest a light shove, surprised when he relented so easily.

“I need to shower,” she stated, pointing an accusatory finger at him when he grinned. “Alone. I mean it. I’m gross and sweaty and cold after today, and I just want a hot shower. And then maybe dinner. I’m fucking exhausted.”

“We can stay in,” he said, his hands going to her waist. Pulling her closer, his right hand went to her ass, massaging it as he spoke. “I can grab something while you shower.”

“Just let me go to my hotel-”

“Rinko-chan,” he cut her off, leaning down again so his face was just a breath away. “We both know that while you’re not on assignment with Nanami, you won’t be at that damn hotel.”

Her breath stuck in her throat as he grinned at her, his blindfold doing nothing to hide that he was watching her every reaction.

“You can shower at my place while I get the food.” His grin grew. “It’s nicer than a hotel’s anyway.”

Sighing, she gave a small nod. He leaned in to press his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth briefly, teasingly, and then withdrew as quickly.

“I’ll see you there,” he whispered. “Park in the garage, spot 4.”

Giving her ass a light squeeze, he smirked when she swatted his hand before disappearing as he warped away.

She shook her head before taking a deep breath and climbing into the car. As she started the engine, she plugged in the address for his condo. The last time she’d been there, he had been the one to take her to the train station to go home, and he’d warped them to get there to begin with.

When she pulled into the parking garage, she somehow wasn’t surprised that the spot he’d specified was near the top, making the walk to his door almost nonexistent.As she grabbed her bag from the backseat, she heard the ping of her phone.

Gojo 🙄😈💦| key is in your back pocket

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she felt her pockets to find the small key tucked inside her pants. As she retrieved it, her eyes narrowed when she realized he must have slipped it there when he’d been groping her ass.

I feel like I should be worried at how easily you did that. |

Gojo 🙄😈💦| ;) Gojo 🙄😈💦| what can i say? Gojo 🙄😈💦| i’m good with my hands

Shaking her head, she chose to ignore his last text, walking into the building and through the small lobby that led to his front door. It was nice. Expensive. She’d looked the complex up out of curiosity when she’d gotten home, only to find that it cost a hefty fortune to purchase a condo that nice.

He was a rich boy if there ever was one.

Though, she mused as she unlocked his door and stepped inside, Special Grades were paid well. Even if she didn’t know the exact numbers, she knew that they made a small fortune for each job. On top of the fact that they received a consistent salary whether they went on exorcisms or not.

She made a beeline to the master bathroom, starting the shower and turning it to the hottest it could go. As steam filled the room, she pulled the leggings and oversized sweater from her overnight bag, shedding her dirty clothes and shoving them into the bottom.

As she climbed into the shower, she sighed deeply at the feel of the boiling hot water against her skin. It was ridiculously cold outside, and the majority of their mission had ended up involving chasing the Grade 3s around the outer hallways of the construction site. She felt like the chill would never leave. But as she stood under the spray, her muscles relaxed, and she reached for the shampoo he had sitting on the ledge.

He’d told her last time that she was welcome to use any of his products, which she fell in love with and then immediately forced herself to fall out of love with when she found out how much they cost.

Again, he was a rich boy to the core of his being.

Taking her time, she stayed in the shower longer than she needed to because it felt so relaxing. The rainwater showerhead made it feel like a luxury, and she had to admit that was one of the things that had her relenting earlier.

The hotel that Jujutsu Tech had booked for her could never.

Smirking to herself, she dried off slowly, slipping her sweater over her head and pulling on a pair of boyshorts and her leggings. Toweling her hair dry, she allowed herself a heavy sigh of annoyance when her phone rang.

Just because she’d been expecting it didn’t mean she was ready for it.

Holding the phone to her ear, she tossed her towel into Gojo’s overflowing hamper in the corner and waited.

“You knew this wasn’t going to go over well.”

She released another heavy sigh, making sure her phone picked it up.

“Don’t sigh at me, girl,” Yoshinobu scolded, his voice quiet. “You do know this isn’t going to go over well.”

“That’s why I’m sighing,” she replied, combing her fingers through her wet hair to brush it. “I’m surprised it took you this long to call me to give me an earful-”

“Wouldn’t have to if you had just told me yourself,” he cut her off in a stern voice. “What are you doing getting mixed up with Gojo Satoru? Better yet, what did you do to have him so damn insistent to get you to Grade 1?”

An excellent question, she thought to herself as she took a seat on the edge of his bed. Yoshinobu would have a damned heart attack if he knew where she was now.

“Couldn’t tell you,” she replied honestly, still not even sure herself. “But he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer when I tried to refuse.”

“Well,” Yoshinobu scoffed quietly. “It’s because he knew you’d be a fool to turn down a recommendation from him.”

The small smile that pulled at her lips was stamped down immediately.

Gakuganji was a hardass, grouchy old man. And he answered to the higher-ups, mainly her family, but he did care about her. He’d made that clear throughout her time in school. But his loyalties had to lie in preserving his own skin at the end of the day.

Still, it was slightly comforting to hear him tell her indirectly that he approved of her recommendation.

“I’m well aware,” she said quietly. Finally giving up on her hair, she focused instead on fidgeting with the ends of her sweater. “It’s my only shot, yeah?”

“A risky one, though,” he agreed indirectly again. “I’ll be getting another call in the next few hours. News has traveled quickly. They aren’t happy. But they can’t go against Gojo, at least not openly. They’d make it far too obvious that they’re purposefully impeding your promotion if they did.”

Nodding her head, she let out another sigh.

“How far you think I’ll make it?”

It was the question that had been swirling in her mind since she’d heard Gojo’s voice excitedly telling her she was Semi-Grade 1. While she knew that she was skilled enough to make it, she also knew that her father and the Zenin clan would go to great lengths to keep her as far away from success as possible.

“Realistically?” Yoshinobu sounded reluctant to answer. “You’re more than capable. But-”

“They’re also more than capable of stonewalling it.”

“You got lucky,” he argued. “Your official committee is going to have Yaga and Nanami on it, as well as Mei Mei-”

“But,” she pressed, knowing he was hedging. “Who else?”

“Naoya and Ogi,” Yoshinobu finally relented. “Naoya recently gained Special Grade 1, and he’ll be serving as a special addition to the committee so he can see how it’s done. Ogi will be mentoring him because Naobito can’t mentor his own son.”

“Dodged one bullet right into two others,” she muttered. “Ogi is more level-headed than Jinichi, at least.”

“And they’re all angry,” he countered. “Watch your back, Kurisaki. They might not care to stay on official channels for this.”

“You think they’ll put out a hit on me over this?” she asked, trying to tell herself she was surprised. But she wasn’t. Feeling the sadness settle in her chest, she realized she was far from surprised. She suddenly remembered the threat they'd given her years prior, worry settling in her gut. “My mother-”

“Will be in danger,” he confirmed. “More so than you.”

“If I withdraw now-”

“You’ll only solidify the weakness they want to take advantage of.” His voice was stern again, and she knew he was right. “If you withdraw now, you’ll only confirm that they can control you with fear.” He was quiet for a moment. “I’ll talk to Mei Mei, she keeps an ear to the ground when it comes to high-paying hits. But you can’t give it up now. If you do, you’ll only be throwing away the only chance you’ll ever have.”

Her heart clenched, knowing that now more than ever she needed to focus on her technique.

“What do I do?” her voice was quiet, feeling desperation threatening to swallow her. “How am I supposed to-”

“You stay calm,” Yoshinobu stated, his voice harsh, just like it had been when she was in school. “You don’t let them get to you. And you focus on yourself. These assignments with Nanami aren’t a joke. You can still get yourself killed if you’re too worried about other things.”

She couldn’t fight the frown as he spoke, knowing he was right. Letting out another heavy sigh, she clenched her jaw.

“So my only option is to make it.”

“Always has been,” he replied, voice still unforgiving. “Name a time when that wasn’t the case?”

The call ended soon after, with him reminding her to watch her back and her snapping at him to worry about his own skin.

Pushing herself to her feet, she tossed her phone back onto Gojo’s bed behind her. Shoving the anxiety down, she resolved to visit her mother as soon as she was home again.

Yoshinobu would let her know if Mei heard anything about a hit put out on her mother. Hell, Mei would likely reach out to her directly if something like that popped up.

As she exited Gojo’s room, she saw him placing takeout containers on the large island in the middle of his kitchen. He turned when she entered, pulling his blindfold down briefly to show her how he looked her over.

“No bra,” he mused, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Still mad about last time?”

His teasing made her roll her eyes because yes she was, actually. He’d ruined her favorite, most comfortable bra.

“What’d you get?” she asked, ignoring his question and moving to peer into one of the large paper bags he’d yet to empty. “I’m hungry.”

He hummed, caging her against the island and leaning down to press his lips to the left side of her neck. Inhaling deeply, he moaned as he sucked a mark onto her skin.

“You smell like my soap,” he grumbled, letting his tongue flick out and caress the spot he’d just released. “Fuck, I’m fucking starving-”

“I am eating real food,” she stated firmly, biting her lip against the moan that bubbled in her throat when he bit her neck teasingly. “I’m serious. I haven’t eaten since before lunch, and whatever this is smells delicious-”

“Fuck yeah, it does,” he moaned against her neck. His hands grasped her hips, pulling her back to grind against his crotch, his cock pressing against her back insistently. “You can eat, baby, but let me at least have a taste to hold me over-”

She swatted his hands, turning quickly in his grasp and poking a finger into his chest.

“You are literally impossible,” she retorted, her eyes narrowing when he pouted at her. “Gojo-”

“It’s my birthday,” he whined, nuzzling his face into her neck again and she laughed at that.

“What are you, eight?” she asked, unable to keep from teasing him. “Who even says that about their birthday-” she cut herself off, grasping his hair and tugging him back gently so she could look him directly in the blindfold. “You’re an only child, aren’t you?”

His ears turned pink, and he shrugged his shoulders as she started laughing again. “I fucking knew it! Of course you are. An only child to one of the big three. And you were born with the Six Eyes and Limitless? No fucking wonder you’re such an asshole.”

Setting aside the very glaring fact that she was, technically, also an only child, she pressed on.

Gojo was pouting at her dramatically now, and she let out an exaggerated sigh. Taking a step forward, she placed her hands on his chest and forced him to step back until his hips were resting against the counter opposite the island. Pulling his blindfold down, she held his gaze with hers as she sank to her knees slowly.

“But I guess I’ll cut you some slack since it is your birthday,” she murmured, unbuckling his belt and quickly unzipping his pants. “But then you’re letting me actually eat some fucking food.”

His eyes were wide as he stared down at her, mouth parted in surprise. She freed his cock, fisting it tightly for a moment, watching his eyelids drop as she did.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands threading into her hair as she gave his leaking tip small kitten licks, savoring the taste of his precum. “Shit, baby-”

He cut himself off with a deep groan when she opened her mouth and eased him in slowly. Licking along the underside of length as she took him, she let out a moan when he touched the back of her throat.

“Oh my fucking-” he almost choked when she continued, taking another deep breath through her nose as she relaxed her throat until her nose was just nudging his pelvis. “Fuck, Rinko!”

Moaning again, she eased him back out, letting her teeth just barely scrape along the thick vein on the underside as she did so. Flexing her jaw, she felt a satisfying pop from her joints as she shifted them around to adjust to the strain. He was bigger than she was used to, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Yeah?” she asked, blinking up at him slowly, smirking when he just stared back silently. “You wanna fuck my throat? Hm? Think you can handle it?”

Without waiting for a reply, she pulled him between her lips again, sucking his head lightly like a lollipop. His broken moan was paired with his hands tightening in her hair, fingers digging into her scalp as he thrust into her mouth.

“Fucking perfect,” he grit out, eyes going hazy as he stared down at her. Thrusting again, he nudged the back of her throat roughly, tears jumping to her eyes at the feeling. “Taking me so good, baby- shit!”

She swallowed around him, blinking quickly to clear the moisture from her eyes.

He seemed to take that as her sign to keep going, using his grip on her hair to slam into her repeatedly, his head falling back with a low moan. She whimpered around him in response, closing her eyes as she focused on relaxing her throat and breathing through her nose. Tonguing the underside of him occasionally, she smirked internally at how wrecked he sounded.

“Gonna cum,” Gojo rasped a few minutes later, his thrusts growing choppy. “Fucking- oh fuck, Rinko. Baby-”

He tried to pull back, but she grasped his hips, hollowing her cheeks and sucking harder. Feeling smug, she refused to release him as he stuttered, cock twitching wildly as he came down her throat. His moan was long, low, and broken as she swallowed around him, letting out her own moan at the taste.

As she felt the last of his cum coat her mouth, she released him with a pop. Catching her breath, she wiped the drool and cum that had dripped down her chin with the bottom of his shirt. A satisfied smirk overtook her when she looked up, seeing his dilated pupils and heaving chest.

“Happy birthday,” she murmured smugly. “You enjoy yourself?”

He let out a feral growl, using his grip on her hair to yank her up so he could shove his tongue into her mouth. Teeth knocking against hers, he groaned again when he tasted himself on her tongue as it massaged his. One hand moved from her hair down her back to grip her ass, already trying to push her leggings down.

“Ah,” she chided, pulling away and pressing her hands against his chest when he tried to follow. “I said I was going to eat some real food afterward, and I meant it. Just needed an appetizer.”

Smirking up at him, she skillfully removed herself from his grasp. Tucking him back into his pants and zipping them up, she turned and went back to peer into the takeout containers on the island. Digging through the bag, she discovered he’d gotten them Thai food. She hummed excitedly as she pulled the plastic forks and spoons from the bottom of the bag before opening one of the containers.

Turning back around, she saw him still staring at her, dumbfounded.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice teasing.

Taking a small bit of rice on her spoon, she soaked it in the green curry and did a tiny dance at the flavors on her tongue. She took another bite before she realized he was still just staring at her silently, and her face scrunched.

Growing worried, she felt the dread begin to build at his continued silence. Part of her, a loud part, was beginning to worry she’d done something wrong. Her fingers began fidgeting with the spoon in her hands, willing herself to stay calm.

“Gojo?” her voice sounded small, and she cleared her throat. Taking another deep breath, she fought to hide the anxiety bubbling to the surface. “Did I-?”

He seemed to snap out of his trance as she spoke, moving to cage her against the island again.

“You can eat,” he murmured, leaning down to press his lips to the skin just below her ear. “But after?” He ground his hips into hers, letting her feel how he was already hard again. “You’re mine.”

Hiding her moan with a hum, she let her head fall to the side briefly. Her confidence was returning quickly with his tongue teasing her skin and making her feel dizzy. She could feel her boyshorts sticking to her now, a fresh rush of slick escaping when he nipped her neck repeatedly.

Still, she couldn’t help but mess with him further, standing on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek and moving around him.

“If you think you can handle it, Gojo,” she hummed, searching his cabinets until she located a bowl. Shoveling rice in the bottom, she poured the curry over top and took a seat on one of the stools on the other side of the counter. “You look like you could use the breather, anyway.”

Her pussy twitched when his eyes narrowed, and he clenched his jaw.

“Careful,” he warned, watching her hum contentedly. “Don’t get all cocky-”

“Too late,” she said, watching him round the counter until he was next to her, wrapping his arms around her middle. His chin rested on her right shoulder, fingers intertwining just above her left hipbone. She held her plastic fork up threateningly, her own eyes glaring at him in warning. “I am serious about eating. So if you don’t let me eat, I’ll use this fork to-”

“I’m gonna let you eat,” he said, exasperated. A small smile tugged at his lips when she nodded, her eyes narrowing at him seriously. “But I mean it when I say I hope your little game is worth it. Because when you’re done eating?” He paused to lick at the lobe of her ear slowly. “I’m having dessert.” Emphasizing his statement with a harsh bite, pulling a surprised yelp from her. “And then I’m gonna fucking wreck you.”

Turning back to her bowl, she hummed as she chewed.

“Big promise from someone who was an absolute mess from just my mouth a few minutes ago.” Watching his face from the corner of her eye, she continued. “You taste delicious, by the way.”

His hands flexed against her side, nostrils flaring and letting her know she was really testing his self-control.

Turning her head, she accepted his kiss, allowing the quiet moan to escape when his tongue gently probed her mouth. He moved against her slowly, lazily, for just a few moments and then he pulled away.

“You’re a fucking menace,” he grunted, pecking her lips once more before removing his arms and getting his own bowl.

Returning to her side and sitting on the stool to her left, he rolled his eyes at her wide grin.

“You like it,” she teased, nudging his shoulder with her own. “You can’t tell me otherwise.”

Chuckling, he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

“Makes dessert that much sweeter,” he muttered, watching her pause midchew before she smirked subtly, resuming her happy food dance.

-

AN: I am too lazy to make the same graphics I occasionally make for the texts right now... 🫠

Next - Seeing Double

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HEAR ME OUT:

i have brainrot again.

how could rinko even think of saying no to that face? 🥺

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Help me decide… on the Next From Now Until Forever part:

I Want Forever

Goinko on their honeymoon. I posted a version of this one here on Tumblr after 236 dropped because I needed a reminder that Another Level had a planned happy ending. I’ve started rewriting/revising it but can’t decide if I want to post it or just skip past it.

The New Normal

Some digging into how the Jujutsu world is moving forward after all the chaos. We’ll be seeing some familiar faces that we haven’t seen in a very long time, and I think you guys will be shocked at a couple of them! This part is happening no matter what, but it’s determining if I include I Want Forever first.

(Brownie points if you can guess who will be returning 👀)

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Okay but imagine that this was Gojo talking to Rinko in the first part of Dangerous Allies?? Except Gojo was wearing his blindfold, and Megumi was more beat up than this… 😬 BUT JUST IMAGINE.

It’s funny to me that people write Gojo being super soft or overprotective. Because he laughed and took pictures when he saw Megumi had gotten his ass handed to him the day they met Yuuji.

Gojo is only protective of people he knows absolutely cannot take care of themselves. He’s a trial-by-fire, tough-love kinda teacher who absolutely does not coddle. He’ll protect them when he needs to, but if they’re capable, he steps back and lets them handle things because, in his opinion, that’s the best way to learn.

OKAY KIKO RANT OVER 🙃

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Gojo 10000000%

Just remember how he reacted when he found out Rinko killed all of the higher ups 👀

He has the “my wife is so hot when she murders people who disrespect her” energy

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Thinking about how Another Level Gojo will absolutely accuse Rinko of bribing their own children into liking her more because she breastfed them. Like just imagine him pouting when they still prefer her over him and saying something like “you did the same thing with Megumi!”

“I didn’t breastfeed Megumi.”

“You bribed them all with food!”

“Did you want me to not feed our children?”

He pouted harder at that for sure.

Before anyone asks, yes Gojo went absolutely feral over Rinko breastfeeding their kids and definitely begged her to let him try some. Did she let him? Guess we’ll eventually find out 👀

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I Like the Shirt (Another Level NSFW Extra)

(idk what gif to use but he's smug in this so it works)

Summary

“Is that new?” she asked nonchalantly, watching him from the corner of her eye now. “Never seen you-” “Old, actually,” Gojo answered, turning to stare at her. “Baby.” Rinko glanced over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes at his smug look. “What?” “You like the shirt?” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his lips to her neck softly. “‘Cause you look like you do.” The Sukuna fight wasn't the first time Rinko saw him in a tight black t-shirt. Rinko bein' a lil horny girl for Gojo since he's always a lil horny boi for her. Set sometime after her birthday but before Shibuya.

Sharing the Another Level extras here on Tumblr now, too 😊

If you haven't read Another Level, and you liked Gojo and Rinko's dynamic, you can read Another Level on AO3 💕

I Like the Shirt

Rinko gave him a curious look when he walked out of his closet.

The black t-shirt almost looked too small, hugging his chest and shoulders and emphasizing the muscles that were usually hidden beneath his loose sweaters or his uniform jacket.

It was the first time she’d seen him wear anything that didn’t make him look lanky.

Obviously, she’d seen his chest. She’d seen all of him. She knew that he wasn’t just thin. He was lean, but he was still built. Stronger than he looked beneath his baggy clothes. But she’d never seen him wear something that tight. Even under his jacket, he typically wore bigger shirts. This shirt made him look bigger, more defined.

She would deny how it made her mouth water until the day she died.

“Is that new?” she asked nonchalantly, watching him from the corner of her eye now. “Never seen you-”

“Old, actually,” Gojo answered, turning to stare at her. “Baby.”

She glanced over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes at his smug look.

“What?”

“You like the shirt?” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his lips to her neck softly. “‘Cause you look like you do.”

She whimpered as he nipped her skin teasingly, letting her head fall to the side to give him better access.

“It’s just different,” she breathed, squeezing her thighs together. “Looks good.”

Not like that was any different. He looked good in everything he wore. Honestly, it wasn’t fair.

“Yeah?” His voice was smug, and it made her want to smack him. “How good?”

Turning in his grasp, she pressed her hands against his chest, feeling it flex beneath her fingers.

“You already know you look good,” she stated, narrowing her eyes further. “Don’t need me to tell you-”

“Never said I needed it, Rinko-chan,” Gojo said, grinning at her now. “Sure do enjoy hearing it, though. How much do you like it, baby?”

“It looks good,” she repeated.

“You don’t compliment me very often,” he mused, and she smirked.

Standing on her toes, she moved one hand up to his hair and pulled him down to meet her lips.

“I don’t compliment you because if I did then your big, fat ego wouldn’t fit through the door,” she murmured, licking his lips teasingly. She ran her other hand up his chest, moaning when the muscles flexed again. “I do like this shirt, though.”

He groaned against her, moving one of his hands to her ass and squeezing. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, she whimpered when he sucked on it immediately, fisting his shirt with her hand.

“Noted, baby,” he said, biting her tongue lightly. “Fuck, sweetheart, I like this side of you. All it took was a goddamn t-shirt?”

Rinko giggled, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes as they darkened with lust.

“S’a nice shirt,” she replied, leaning up to bite his lip. She trailed her hand down, sighing when she felt his abs flex as she brushed over his stomach. “Usually don’t wear anything this tight.”

“It’s a bit older,” he said, groaning as she sank to her knees. “Fuckin- someone keeps fuckin stealing my shirts-”

“Wonder who would do that,” she teased, glancing up at him as she tugged his pants down. Taking him in her hands, she leaned forward to press a light kiss to his tip, smirking when he moaned.

“A goddamn menace,” he grunted, his hands going to her hair. “Shit, baby-”

He choked off when she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, licking the slit and moaning at the taste of his precum.

“Taste so good,” she murmured, watching his pupils dilate. “Never enjoyed the taste of someone so much I craved it before.”

She sucked him into her mouth before pulling back and letting her teeth graze the tip lightly.

“Fuck.” His hips bucked into her, and she grinned, meeting his eyes as she took him as deep as she could, feeling him against the back of her throat as she swallowed around him. “Goddamn, baby- fuckin- shit-”

Moaning quietly, she took a deep breath through her nose and grasped his hips, tugging him toward her. Blinking the tears from her eyes, she watched as his head fell back before he pulled out and thrust down her throat.

“So fucking good,” Gojo moaned, his right hand fisting her hair. “Such a good slut, for me Rinko-chan. Want me to fuck your mouth? Wanna fucking choke on me?”

Her whimper caused him to blink slowly as his chest heaved, dropping his head to stare into her eyes.

“Fuck yeah, you do,” he grunted, his hips snapping forward again. “Shit, taking me so fucking good. Fucking perfect.”

Running her tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock as he moved, she felt smug when he stuttered just a few minutes later.

“Gonna- fucking shit, Rinko-”

His groan was guttural as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked as hard as she could, drawing a broken whine from him. Feeling his cock twitch slightly, she pulled back just enough to let her teeth graze against him before he was slamming back into her. Her nose pressed against his pelvis, and she moaned, clenching her thighs as she felt his release shooting down her throat.

“Goddamn, baby.”

Rinko swallowed slowly, leaning back enough that his cum landed on her tongue and moaning again at the taste. Blinking at him, she smirked when she finally released him completely with a teasing lick to his slit. His hips jerked forward, and he growled as he yanked her into his arms and tossed her onto his bed.

“Fucking perfect.” Gojo leaned down, licking into her mouth and groaning loudly again when she teased his tongue with hers immediately. “So good, baby.”

Ripping her underwear away, he slipped two fingers into her with ease, curling against her gspot.

“You this wet just from sucking me off, Rinko-chan?” he asked, grunting when she clenched around his fingers. “Me fucking your throat do it for you?”

She laughed quietly, biting his tongue as she drew back, unable to resist teasing him further.“Actually,” she murmured, grinning when she saw his eyes narrow at her. “It’s for this shirt-”

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Another Level Masterlist

Status: Complete

“You’re a Zenin.”

More like an unwanted mistake. Which, funny enough, had actually been the first words she ever heard her father say to her. - Kurisaki Rinko was born an unwanted bastard child to the Zenin clan, having since grown into an unwanted bastard adult. Her stubborn refusal to be discarded resulted in a display of strength that many would call (they had, many times to her face, in fact) an unhinged lack of self-preservation. But lucky for her, that unhinged display caught the attention of a particular blue-eyed menace who happens to be more fun to rile up than anyone she’s ever met.

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Physical Paradox Masterlist

Status: In Progress

How they went from: “I’m kinda impressed,” Gojo stated, sliding his sunglasses onto his face. “Didn’t expect a psych major to know this much about philosophical theory.” Rinko blinked at him slowly, raising her eyebrows as she scoffed. “I’m sorry, mister unresolved childhood trauma,” she said, stepping closer and poking a finger in his chest. “But I don’t really give a fuck if you’re impressed.”

To: “Your professor is leading the world of cognitive and behavioral research,” Gojo told Rinko's students, chest swelling with pride. “And she’s really pretty-” “Oh, she’s fucking gorgeous!” he agreed. “She has it all. Smart, funny, beautiful. She’s honestly perfect. It’s incredible she-” “Married you?” Touma interjected. “I know. I thought the same thing when I first met you.”

Read Physical Paradox on AO3

Gokudō Masterlist

Status: On Hold (I will finish this eventually, though)

Gokudō (極道): the extreme path. A term used to refer to members of a Yakuza syndicate.

-

“Now, why is a pretty girl like you in an ugly place like this?” “Some might say the contrast is tragically poetic,” she replied easily. “Yeah, well,” he drawled, a smirk pulling at his lips as he stepped up to stand beside her. “Others would say it’s tragically idiotic. What’s your name, pretty girl?” “Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” she asked, her pulse jumping at his quiet chuckle. “You already know who I am.”

-

She never asked to be part of this world. A world filled with greed and violence and revenge. She never asked to be part of the world where life was as meaningless as dust. The world stained red by the blood that pooled beneath her mother’s body after she was forced to watch her die. She never asked to be part of the world driven by hatred and bloodlust, but she never asked to leave, either.

Read Gokudō on AO3

One-Shots

Before I Love You - (angsty Gojo/Rinko AU, hopeful ending)

Fight Me? - (Nurse!Gojo shoots his shot with a grumpy patient)

Blurbs

For Your Health - (College!Gojo just wants to help his girlfriend stay healthy)

Untitled Unfinished Angst (very angsty Goinko bc Kiko is not ok)

Random Asks and Kiko's Rants

Ask: Advice for AO3 writers and when you're in a creativity rut

Ask: How Do I plan the plot for stories?

Rant: The issue with meaningless angst

Kiko's Original Work

Sample: Summary and blurbs

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Meet some characters

Another Life - Short Story

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Overboard (Another Level Valentine's Blurb)

HI. I KNOW I'M SO FUCKING LATE, BUT I FINALLY DID IT. I WROTE THE BLURB THAT I PROMISED MONTHS AGO.

IT'S SO FUCKING FLUFFY, BTW.

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Overboard 2020

Rinko released a heavy sigh at the sight of numerous boxes and bags piled on top of her desk when she opened the door to her office. Not a single inch of the surface was visible beneath the plethora of decorative containers, and she couldn’t help but chuckle when one fell off the side.

Stepping forward, she picked up the fallen bag and opened it to find a box of assorted chocolates.

She couldn’t even say she was surprised, but she’d admit that she found it shocking he’d managed to get it done before she got to work. He must have slipped out in the middle of the night.

A smile formed when she noticed a bag of black sesame cookies, grabbing them to munch on as she assessed the damage done to her office.

Overboard, as always, she mused to herself.

Again, she wasn’t surprised.

Admittedly, she had gone a bit overboard on Valentine’s Day to make up for missing last year. Even though it hadn’t been her fault.

The look on Gojo’s face when he realized she’d been able to convince them to sell her ten dozen caramel miso butter cookies in one order was priceless. She’d made it weeks in advance, and it had been ridiculously expensive for cookies. But his smile had made it all worth it.

They’d barely lasted him a week.

The fact that the man still had a fucking eight-pack and no diabetes was completely unfair.

“Like your gifts, baby?” his voice murmured in her ear, drawing a yelp from her as she jumped.

Gojo’s arm wrapped around her waist, his lips connecting with her temple.

“I love them,” she murmured. “You didn’t have to-”

“When has that ever stopped me?” he scoffed, squeezing her tightly.

She took another bite of her cookie, “Did you blackmail Megumi-”

“He asked if I was doing something and wanted to help,” Gojo cut her off, smirking at her raised eyebrows. She knew Megumi was thoughtful, but he also hated showing any kind of affection. “I know. He only got the cookies, though.”

Scanning the items she could see, she hummed when he squeezed her waist tighter. Yuuta and Yuuji had clearly helped as well, and she spotted a pack of rice balls from Toge.

“Did you do all of this last night?”

He just hummed in acknowledgment, leaning down to press his lips to her neck.

“There’s more.” Holding a box up in front of her face, he chuckled when she caught a whiff of it. “Happy White Day, Rinko-chan.”

Warm matcha and chocolate taiyaki filled her senses as she snatched the box and opened it excitedly. Leaning back into him, Rinko took a large bite of one of the pastries. Still fresh enough she had to puff air around the heat, and she sighed at the taste.

“Thank you, Satoru.”

“Anything for you,” he replied instantly. He nosed her ticklish spot playfully, and she swatted his head when he licked it instead.

“Down, boy,” she scolded lightly.

Glancing down, she met his eyes that gleamed at her over his shades. 

“I know,” he sighed, lifting his head from her shoulder to peck her cheek. “Not at work.” He accepted a bite of her taiyaki, grinning at her as he chewed. “I’ll be back in a few hours. I’m stealing you away early.”

“I need to-”

He grasped her chin, pressing his lips to hers gently.

“It’s the weekend, baby,” he reminded, nipping her bottom lip. “You shouldn’t even be here today. But I’ll let it slide since shit has been busy lately. Ijichi can handle everything else while you get some rest.”

Leaving no more room for argument, he gave her another quick kiss and swatted her ass playfully as he straightened to his full height.

“Gimme a few hours,” he repeated, pushing his shades up his nose. “Gotta go deal with the old geezer for a bit.”

Smirking, she stood on her toes so she could reach his face, pecking his cheek in return.

“Thank you again for the gifts, darling.”

His sharp exhale was paired with his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Make that a couple hours,” he muttered. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

AN: In Japan, on Valentine's Day, the women give men chocolates/gifts, and then the men reciprocate a month later on March 14th, or White Day. The Valentine's tradition began when a company wanted to promote a western tradition for commercial reasons, but due to a mistranslation, it was implied that only men were supposed to receive gifts. Eventually, people decided to have a separate day for women to also receive gifts, which began the tradition of White Day.

Also, he got her sobayaki dan okonomayaki (from her favorite place in Kyoto, which is why he needed a few hours) and they spent the rest of the day watching movies and cuddling until he inevitably got horny

I know this is months late, but hopefully, you guys enjoyed this lil blurb!!

Remember, if you wanna make the caramel miso butter cookies for yourself, you can find my recipe here 💕

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Random Question (Another Level Extra)

Summary

“So, no marriage for you, huh?” Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side as he teased her. “No budding romances? No sweet non-sorcerers waiting to sweep you off your feet?”

“Non-sorcerers are definitely out of the question.” Rinko scrunched her nose. “I don’t wanna have to lie to someone until I know they’ll stay, ya know? Not exactly the best foundation for a possible lifelong commitment.” She paused, meeting his eyes again with a smirk. “And none of the sorcerers I know are marriage material, either.”

“Hurtful,” he teased, lifting up and putting his hand over his heart. “I’m offended, baby. You don’t want me to wife you up?”

“Especially not when you say it like that,” she deadpanned.

-

Kiko note: One of my favorite things about writing these two is the serious conversations they have while they fuck. This is set the day after Let's Get Lost and their conversation references Hollow Echoes. This is also posted on AO3

If you haven't already, you can read Another Level on AO3 💕

2013

“Kinda curious ‘bout something.”

Rinko’s eyes narrowed at Gojo, prompting him to grin as he rolled his hips teasingly.

His words made her tense in suspicion because him being curious while he was balls deep was typically not a good sign.

They’d spent most of the day in bed, just like he’d asked of her yesterday while they showered. She couldn’t describe it as lazy because he’d barely allowed her any time to rest since they woke up. Their current position was the most relaxed they’d been all day.

“S’pretty random, actually,” he admitted, his hips keeping their steady pace as he filled her over and over. “That date you skipped, why’d you do it?”

“Huh?” Her eyebrows shot up before dropping, furrowing in confusion. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

The question was very random. But such a Gojo question to ask when he’d spent the entire day ruining her in every way he possibly could.

“Told you it was random,” he said, grasping her leg and wrapping it around his waist so he could thrust deeper. Her back arched in response, a strangled moan ripping from her throat. “Fuck, that’s it.” He sped up briefly before settling back into his relaxed, lazy rhythm. “The date you didn’t go on last year. Y’know, when I-”

Showed up at her apartment drunk and acting like a jealous idiot? That date? She couldn’t even say she was surprised he’d ask now of all times.

Rolling her eyes, she yelped when he slammed into her once, his eyes glinting playfully.

“S’rude to roll your eyes at me when I’m fucking you this good, Rinko-chan,” he chided. Because bringing up the night he showed up at her place drunk and jealous while he was inside her wasn’t rude. Or the very fact that he’d shown up drunk and jealous in the first place when it was supposed to be casual. His grin grew at her indignant squawk, leaning down to capture her lips, biting her tongue gently when she released a breathy moan. “Keep your bratty comment to yourself just this once-”

“Don’t really see how it’s bratty to point out you being a-” she choked off when she felt his cock stab her cervix, “-an asshole.”

Gojo just snickered, moving his lips to her neck, nuzzling the ticklish spot there.

“Come on,” he murmured, sucking a bruise onto her skin. “I’m actually curious.”

“You’re talking about the time you showed up drunk, right?”

He nipped her skin in warning, and she sighed.

“Multiple reasons,” she relented. “Was a bit stressed. I’d had a long week already, and I’d just gotten a text from you telling me to send you my address because you apparently wanted to come spank me like the asshole you-”

“You liked it,” he argued, lifting his head to give her a smug grin and laughing when she clenched instinctively at the memory. “‘Least your pretty pussy did. Squeezed me so good then, still squeezing me now. Oh, fuck.” He groaned low in his throat. “Not the point, though. You’ve had to miss dates for shit, obviously. But I thought you always rescheduled ‘em. Was surprised you didn’t reschedule that one.”

She let her head fall back as she released a heavy sigh mixed with a whine.

“Ever meet someone and- fuck, right there- just know they’re too nice?” she breathed, arching her back when he rolled his hips to graze her gspot teasingly.

Maybe nice wasn’t exactly the word but it was the best she could think of now. She knew he’d understand, though. It was why he didn’t usually see people more than once. Thank fuck he’d decided she was the exception to that rule.

“Not really sure what you mean,” he admitted, sucking on her neck again. “But I think I follow.”

“S’why you have your little ‘no repeats’ rule, yeah?” she pressed. “Because you don’t wanna risk someone getting attached?”

“Obviously. S’also why I only fuck non-sorcerers now, too. Gets messy.” He paused, leaning back to meet her eyes as if he just knew she was making a face. “You are, so far, not messy,” he said, giving her a wolfish grin. “Well, at least not in a bad way.”

She couldn’t contain the eye roll at how stupid he was sometimes.

“Pussy is fuckin incredible, too,” he continued cheekily. “So it’s a win-win for both of us.”

“If only your cock was- wait!” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck when he narrowed his eyes at her. Licking up the side of his throat, she nipped his jaw playfully. “A win-win. Can’t deny the guarantee of a really good fuck is nice. Might need to make a copy of your map-”

She squealed when his hands found her sides, fingers digging into her ribs relentlessly.

“Such a goddamn brat,” he growled, lifting her leg to his shoulder and grinding his hips before speeding up. He made sure to tease her gspot with each thrust, his lips latching onto her neck as her cries rose in pitch. “Not a single goddamn thing that could help anyone fuck you as good as me, and you know it. S’why you act like a fucking menace so much.”

“I would never,” she breathed, whining when he moved one of his hands between them to rub tight circles around her clit. “Fuck- don’t- don’t stop-”

“Yeah?” he taunted, digging his teeth into her neck and pulling a strangled moan from her. “My little slut gonna cum for me like a good girl? Hm? Come on, Rinko-chan. Show me you can be a good girl.”

He pinched her clit hard, and a broken scream wrenched free as she came. Whimpers and moans fell uncontrollably as she convulsed, thrashing against him when he sped up.

“Just like that,” he cooed, his tongue soothing where he’d bitten. He moaned quietly in her ear, his hips stuttering briefly. “Such a good girl for me.”

She just whined as she felt him twitching as he spilled inside her, releasing a long, guttural groan before he released her leg and dropped his weight on top of her. His arms wrapped underneath her tightly, his lips tracing random patterns along her shoulder.

“Never answered my question,” he mumbled, and she nodded. “Said somethin’ about people getting attached?”

Catching her breath, she blinked around the sleep trying to pull her under.

“Yeah. Just- when you meet someone and kinda just know they’re looking for the whole thing. Date, fall in love, have kids type thing, ya know?”

He lifted his head curiously, meeting her eyes.

“You don’t want that?”

Pursing her lips to the side, she shrugged as best she could.

“I- maybe someday,” she admitted quietly. “But- this life doesn’t really let that happen. Name one happily married couple you know of?”

The snort he released made her chuckle, and he nodded.

“Can’t,” he said. “Parents weren’t exactly the happiest. They weren’t miserable, but they sure as hell weren’t happy.”

“Probably had something to do with having you as their kid,” she teased lightly. “I imagine it wasn’t easy. There were a lot of hits out on you pretty young, right?”

His scoff was paired with a dramatic eye roll before he leveled her with a bored look.

“Took care of those pretty easy,” he deadpanned. “None of ‘em had the guts to try anything. Parents were just… distant.” He shrugged again. “Guess I can’t compete much with you, though. Your old man’s a real piece of shit.”

She definitely didn’t need that reminder.

“So, no marriage for you, huh?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he teased her. “No budding romances? No sweet non-sorcerers waiting to sweep you off your feet?”

“Non-sorcerers are definitely out of the question,” she replied instantly, scrunching her nose. “I don’t- I don’t wanna have to lie to someone until I know they’ll stay, ya know? Not exactly the best foundation for a possible lifelong commitment.” She paused, meeting Gojo’s eyes again with a smirk. “And none of the sorcerers I know are marriage material.”

“Hurtful,” he teased, lifting up and putting his hand over his heart. “I’m offended, baby. You don’t want me to wife you up?”

“Especially not when you say it like that,” she deadpanned. “Be honest, you never intend to settle down, either. Too busy, yeah? It’s why you don’t wanna deal with anyone getting attached.”

His teasing grin shrank a bit as he nodded.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Got a lot of shit to take care of. Not like there’s anyone who could keep up with me.”

As expected. She’d assumed as much.

“Ever been in love?”

He snorted, and she snickered at his bored look.

“Have you ever been in love?” he countered, grinning when she snorted just like he had. “You can say you’re in love with me, Rinko-chan.”

“Sorry, Gojo,” she hummed drily. “But you really aren’t the kinda person I want to fall in love with. Emotionally constipated would be an understatement.”

“Again, hurtful,” he chuckled. “But nah. Never been in love. Kinda don't ever wanna be. Fucks people up, yeah? S’what causes some of the nastiest curses. Like the one from your exam.”

As if she could forget. She’d almost fucking drowned. A curse born from the hatred of a scorned wife. A scorned lover.

“My mom used to say she loved Naobito at one point,” Rinko noted, gnawing on her bottom lip. “She loved him when they were together. Dunno what the fuck about that asshole could be lovable, but she meant it. It- it fucked her up pretty good. She- always said she didn’t regret it because it gave her- me. But- not so sure I could do it. Be as strong as she was.”

Almost two years without her and it still felt like yesterday. Her chest ached at the realization.

“You miss her.”

“Well, yeah,” she said, feeling small. “She was- my favorite person. The only one I had for most of my life.”

Gojo nodded, understanding coloring his expression.

“Well, you got me now, Rinko-chan,” he stated firmly. He wrapped his arms underneath her again, holding her tighter than before. It made the weight in her chest lift a bit. “And Nanamin. Got a lot of people here for you. Hell, you can even say you’ve got Fushiguro’s brat now, too. Since you fuckin bribed him with those damn cookies-”

“Not my fault you didn’t think of that before me,” she argued, unable to fight the grin at his pout. “Don’t be jealous, Satoru.”

He just rolled his eyes and dropped his head down, burying his face in her neck.

“Thank you,” she murmured, twisting his hair around her fingers gently. “You- I dunno if you need or want to, but you have me now, too.”

His breath fanned across her neck as he hugged her tighter.

“‘Course I want to, Rinko-chan,” he replied, groaning when he shifted, and they both seemed to remember that he was still inside her. “Mm, fuck. I need a fuckin nap, and then I’m gonna keep you tied to this bed until one of us has to leave.”

He chuckled darkly when she couldn’t contain the quiet moan, licking her neck teasingly.

“Rest up, baby.”

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Make a God Bleed (Another Level - Installment 1)

Summary:

“Can you beat him?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” she whispered back. “Of course I can’t.” She was well aware that she was nothing but a weak insect in his eyes. But even the smallest, weakest fly can serve as a strong annoyance when it’s smart enough. - He spat on the ground, blood mixing with his saliva as he wiped across his mouth with the back of his hand. Fury was clear in his eyes now as they glared at her. She’d not only landed two hits, but she’d extended their fight long enough that people saw her land two hits on the great Gojo Satoru. Saw her make him bleed. That alone was enough to take her to nirvana.

AN: I've decided to go ahead and start cross-posting this here on Tumblr 😊 I'll probably set a cadence to have it available here, but the entire reason I didn't post this on Tumblr originally is because how difficult it is to keep track and organize things here 😭

I also realized today that this installment has hit 600 kudos on AO3 and I can't thank you guys enough 😭💕

Another Level Masterlist | Kiko's Masterlist | You can also read Gojo's perspective of the follow-up: Menace

Make a God Bleed 2006

Anticipation was buzzing through the air when Yaga-sensei pulled the first name.

“Gojo Satoru,” he called, looking up only briefly. Murmurs broke out around the group, everyone knowing that whoever faced the Six Eyes had already lost. Silence fell once again as the second name was called: “Kurisaki Rinko.”

Iori Utahime let out a small scoff, nudging Rinko when they heard the latter’s name called. The former had been ecstatic to see Rinko when she’d arrived, having thrown her arms around her neck in a tight hug. Two years her senior, Hime had been assigned to the Tokyo location while she awaited her full-time assignment. Both let their eyes fall on Rinko’s opponent.

The small, round sunglasses on his face hid his eyes from them for the most part. But it didn’t take seeing his eyes to tell that Gojo Satoru was bored. And he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“D’you think you can beat him?” Hime breathed, her eyes narrowing as Gojo’s head turned in their direction. A smirk slid to his face as he waved at Utahime smugly, but Rinko could feel him assessing her as well. The bored expression returned immediately as his gaze slid over her form, turning away as he let out a dramatic sigh. “You can take him down?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Rinko whispered back. Hime knew as well as everyone else present that she was no match for someone with his gifts. “Of course I can’t.”

But she could put up one hell of a fight.

Gojo had tried to get out of participating in the exchange event. Apparently, he’d said something along the lines of not wanting to ‘have to hold back for weaklings.’ 

But according to Hime, this was part of his punishment for failing to cast a veil the week prior when he’d been sent to find out where she and Mei Mei had disappeared to.

Rinko remembered. It had been all over the news.

Still, there was no logical way someone could argue that he wasn’t the strongest. His arrogance would irritate her more if she didn’t know it was earned. Or at least, justified.

Instead of angering her, it made her want to test him. Push him to a limit. She was well aware that she was nothing but a weak insect in his eyes. But even the smallest, weakest fly can serve as a strong annoyance when it’s smart enough.

As they stood opposite one another, he let his head loll to the side as he sighed dramatically again. He wanted her to know just how little she meant. Just how unimportant and unworthy of his time he found her.

But she didn’t mind. It would make messing with him more fun.

She wouldn’t win this fight, but she wasn’t going to hand him the victory.

“Ahh,” he began loudly, running his hand through his hair. He wasn’t looking at her, instead absently looking in the direction Geto Suguru and his opponent had gone. “Let’s just get this over with. You can surrender, ya know. No one would fault you. I’m not one to hold back just because you’re weak, so if you get hurt, don’t blame me.”

A small smirk found its way to her lips now, tilting her own head to the side as she stared back at his face.

“Same goes to you.”

His eyebrows shot up at her reply, and he let out a small chuckle.

“Bold,” he said, grinning now. “But it won’t help you. I won’t hold back, then.”

She waited for him to rush forward, activating her own energy as he closed in on her. Taking a quick breath, she knew she had to act fast. One hit from him would likely take her out.

Her tactic, which she’d determined as soon as she’d heard her name called as his opponent, was just to stay on defense. The fight only ended when one of them could no longer continue, or one of them tapped out. And if she could stay out of his reach, she could drag this fight out long enough to infuriate him and push him to a limit he likely hadn’t been pushed to before.

Most people, Rinko knew, would try to go on the offense with him. Believing that forcing him onto the defensive was best. But the issue with that tactic was that he would always be able to outmaneuver them and overpower them.

He was arrogant, but it was a warranted arrogance. The only one she’d heard of ever coming close to beating him in a fight was Geto, who she believed was currently beating the ever-living shit out of one of her classmates.

Dodging his first hit, she felt her energy split, and just as his second punch made contact, she switched places with her duplicate. She negated her energy immediately, letting her double dissipate as she let out a low whistle.

“That’s quite a punch,” she called, watching his back tense as he turned to stare at her. “Almost had me.”

Almost killed me, she thought to herself.

If she’d taken the full brunt of that, it would have at least knocked her out for the day. And he’d put almost no cursed energy into the hit, which was anything but comforting.

His brow furrowed, but he rushed her again, this time appearing behind her in less than a second. Focusing quickly, she swapped with another double, watching as he clenched his jaw as his fist came in contact with what he could immediately tell wasn’t her.

The dance continued with her on constant defense, just as she’d planned. In an outright brawl, she was laughably outmatched. But in a dance like this? She could waste his time all day. And revel in the frustration that began to ooze off of him in waves.

Eventually, Rinko noticed that a crowd had gathered around them, all the other fights having ended already. Geto Suguru stood on the sidelines, a smug look on his face as she dodged and weaved. In a few moments of insanity, she even stopped using her technique to avoid a few of his hits just for kicks.

She was taking too many risks, but the clear irritation on Gojo’s face was fueling her.

Finally, he paused his attacks as his face set into a hard line. He’d noticed the crowd as well and was clearly annoyed to be the last one going.

Especially when everyone thought his fight would be over before it started.

And really, it was. She’d already accepted her defeat. But she was going to have fun with it. Something she could truly say she was doing. It was exhilarating watching his expression shift as he growled quietly with each punch that failed to hit.

“What are you?” he asked, clearly still trying to sound bored. His face was covered in sweat, and he discarded his sunglasses to wipe his brow. Tucking the lenses in his jacket pocket, he now stared at her with the full power of the legendary Six Eyes. “Let’s just end this, you clearly can’t win.”

Her grin was wide, adrenaline coursing through her still.

“Kurisaki Rinko, Grade 3 jujutsu sorcerer,” she called back, an insane idea overtaking her brain. An incredibly stupid idea. “And I know I can’t beat you. But that was never the point.”

He scowled at her now, opening his mouth to reply, but she took her chance and swapped quickly so she could land a blow to the back of his head. Her hunch had been correct, he was distracted enough to not have his Infinity active.

“I just wanted to make a god bleed.”

Bringing her other leg up, she kicked him in the face and then retreated before he could retaliate. She let out a small breath of relief as she moved, already creating another duplicate to swap with at the first sign of his movement.

Back on the defensive, she scolded herself. That had been a foolish, dangerous risk.

He spat on the ground, blood mixing with his saliva as he wiped across his mouth with the back of his hand. Fury was clear in his eyes now as they glared at her. She’d not only landed two hits, but she’d extended their fight long enough that people saw her land two hits on the great Gojo Satoru. Saw her make him bleed.

That alone was enough to take her to nirvana.

Because his furious expression conveyed something else as his jaw set in determination.

She’d embarrassed him.

Essentially doing the equivalent of poking an already irritated bear with a stick.

The rush she felt was truly intoxicating.

Now when he rushed her, his eyes glowed, his movements somehow even faster than before. Just barely dodging out of the way, she somehow anticipated his feigned follow-up and moved just in time to avoid his fist before it caved her skull in.

Backflipping away, she panted, knowing she had to keep moving if she wanted to survive. As soon as she felt the shift in energy, she switched places with her last duplicate, already pouring her energy into creating more.

Adrenaline and fear were pushing her forward. The distinct knowledge that one mistake would cost her dearly brought an almost manic glee to her chest.

She’d never had this much fun.

Letting her confidence grow just slightly, she reduced the use of her duplicates further, relying on her physical dodging, telling herself it was the best training she’d ever get. Still, she kept them waiting in the wings just in case.

A few of his blows made contact, causing her to wince in pain, but she allowed herself to retaliate once or twice, only to be stopped by his very active Infinity. After each failed blow, she used her duplicate to ensure her escape. 

Her breath was coming in pants now, and she took advantage of his short pause in his assault to assess her remaining doubles. Dedicating part of her mind to replacing her newly destroyed third, she kept her primary focus on Gojo and his movements.

Exhaustion was setting in slowly, and she knew the only reason she was still going was the adrenaline coursing through her.

There was a sudden, immense shift in his cursed energy. Her gaze snapped to his face, seeing rage burning in his bright eyes. His right hand was held in front of his torso, two fingers pointed towards the sky as he spoke quietly: “Cursed Technique Amplification: Blue.”

The statement made her heart stop briefly, watching as the giant blue orb formed at his fingertip and launched towards her.

“Simple Domain, Last Stand!” she gasped out, preparing herself for the impact that she knew was going to hurt no matter what.

I might be dead anyway, she found herself thinking, feeling the cursed energy drawing closer.

“You idiot. DODGE-!”

She heard the voices of her classmates and teachers crying out to her, but she clenched her jaw and forced herself to focus on her cursed energy, bracing for the impact.

Pain was an understatement. In fact, she couldn’t begin to think of words to describe what she felt. The feeling was so intense she couldn’t even scream, just clench her jaw and endure it. Distantly, she felt all of her duplicates implode, draining her cursed energy completely.

Simple Domain: Last Stand

Grants the ability to withstand a single blow, dealing equivalent damage to a nearby duplicate.

-Requires one (1) existing duplicate. -Additional duplicates cannot be created while Last Stand is active. *If equivalent damage is more than a single duplicate can withstand, others will be consumed. *If equivalent damage is more than all active duplicates can withstand, sorcerer will sustain injuries based on the remaining difference. *If remaining equivalent damage is lethal, sorcerer will sustain near-fatal wounds that must be treated within a time limit.

As the dust settled, she let out a terrified breath, dropping to her knees and gasping for air.

Her duplicates took the damage itself, but she’d felt it as it ripped them apart and sucked their essence into the nothingness that had encapsulated her body.

If she hadn’t used her technique, she would be dead. There wasn’t a single doubt in her mind that she had been less than inches from death just a few moments ago. On top of that, all of her duplicates were destroyed completely, leaving her drained of her cursed energy because the blow had been so powerful.

The resounding gasp from the small crowd that had gathered was nothing compared to the look of utter disbelief on Gojo’s face when he realized she was still in one piece. Mouth parted slightly in shock, bright blue eyes wide, and hand still frozen where it had been as he’d released the attack upon her.

Her adrenaline was now gone, pain shooting through her entire body as she forced herself back to her feet. She spat blood on the ground in front of her.

And then she said something really stupid.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she rasped, watching his mouth shift into a smirk. It sent a zing through her veins to see him react to her taunting, even as black dots danced across her line of sight.

He rushed her again, her reflexes slowed by pain and lack of cursed energy, and knocked her feet from underneath her. As soon as her back hit the ground, knocking what little breath she had in her lungs away, he pinned her. His hand was around her throat, grip tight as he stared down at her in what almost seemed to be amusement.

“You aren’t as weak as you look,” he breathed quietly, watching her struggle against him. Her spine creaked in protest at each movement she made to escape. “Still no match, though.”

Finally conceding, she tapped her left hand against his wrist, holding both arms out in surrender.

“I give,” she wheezed, chest tightening when his grip didn’t falter. Fear took hold of her mind, and she knew it was in her eyes as she watched a flicker of glee flit across his face. “I give-”

With a final, tight squeeze, he released her throat and moved from on top of her. She lay there, sucking the air back into her lungs painfully.

Admittedly, she might have taken the taunting too far.

But she couldn’t convince herself it hadn’t been worth it.

To her surprise, Gojo held his hand out for her to take, pulling her swiftly to her feet and steadying her when she wobbled ever-so-slightly.

“Careful,” he murmured, amusement making his eyes shine. “A little Grade 3 like you should be more-”

“SATORU!” Yaga’s voice boomed, anger bleeding into his voice as the teacher stormed towards them. Concern took over briefly when his gaze moved to assess Rinko. “Are you okay, Kurisaki?”

Her nod caused her to sway on her feet, prompting Gojo to grab her arm to keep her upright. The black dots were getting bigger.

“I’m okay-”

Blood appeared in her throat, cutting off her airway and forcing her to cough violently. Gojo’s grip tightened on her arm as she fought to stay standing.

Ieiri Shoko suddenly appeared behind Yaga, her eyes already assessing Rinko closely.

“Kurisaki,” she said gently, grabbing her arm from Gojo. “I’ve got you.”

“I can help-”

“SATORU!” Yaga thundered again, cutting him off. “You are staying right here. Do you have any idea how much-”

Furrowing his brow, Gojo placed his sunglasses back on his face as he stared up at the teacher indifferently, not sparing Rinko another glance. His voice was sarcastic as he began to argue with the older sorcerer, annoyance clear in every word he spoke.

Ignoring the unraveling chaos, Rinko allowed Shoko to guide her towards the school building towards the medbay in the basement. The sounds of Gojo arguing with his teacher quickly faded. 

“Where are you hurting specifically?” Shoko asked, already assessing Rinko’s throat, healing the visible bruises as she waited for her to respond. “There aren’t very many external injuries, so I’ll need you to tell me where you’re in pain first, and then we’ll need some x-rays. You’ve definitely got some internal bleeding.”

“My chest,” she croaked, motioning across her sternum as Shoko eased her onto one of the observation tables. “I can’t say exactly where. But it hurts like hell.” Pausing for a moment as Shoko hummed in acknowledgment, feeling the pain in her throat subside just slightly as the girl worked. “Honestly, my entire body feels like it went through a blender. I kinda feel like I’m dying.”

“Fucking Gojo,” the girl muttered. Letting out a small noise of annoyance, Shoko rolled her eyes and moved away to pull out equipment so they could perform a few scans to check her internal injuries. “He’ll be lucky if Sensei doesn’t skin him alive for this one.”

Rinko stayed silent as Shoko hooked up the machines and monitors, focusing on one of the black dots that danced across her vision. Faintly, she registered that she should probably tell Shoko about those.

“It was the only real rule Sensei gave him,” the brown-haired girl continued, seemingly talking more to herself than to Rinko. “To not use that technique.”

Nodding along, Rinko let herself zone out, answering any questions Shoko had as she ran through her checklist.

Turns out, she had a lot of internal bleeding. A ruptured spleen, broken ribs, a concussion, a small brain bleed - which was what those black dots were, and both lungs were bruised. The cherry on top was the words and terms she couldn’t even begin to understand beyond the fact that the injuries should have been deadly.

Rinko had never been more grateful for someone who could use reverse cursed technique in her life.

As Shoko worked, Rinko reflected on the realization that she was truly lucky to be alive. With all of the injuries she’d still sustained with Last Stand - most of which Shoko repeatedly told her should have been fatal - it became even more glaringly obvious how powerful the Limitless Six Eyes was.

It took a few hours, but Shoko finally finished healing the last of her wounds, and Rinko could have kissed her. She felt as good as new. Ready to take on Gojo all over again.

Well, maybe not quite.

“You’re incredible as always,” she breathed, flexing her hands in front of her face. She took deep breaths through her newly healed lungs, feeling no pain. “It’s like it never happened.”

Shoko, on the other hand, looked exhausted. But a smug look overtook her as she crossed her arms, seeming incredibly pleased with herself.

“My best work yet,” she bragged, pulling a cigarette from her pocket. “You should be honored.”

“I am,” Rinko replied, pushing herself from the table she was seated on. “Thank you.”

Tugging her jacket back on, she looked up briefly at the sound of the doors to the medbay opening. Gojo slipped inside, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he moved towards her slowly, stopping right in front of her and tilting his head to the side as he clearly assessed her.

Two sizeable lumps were visible on the top of his head, earning a shake of Shoko’s head when he pointed at them. His face lacked the bored expression it held earlier, now replaced with something she couldn’t quite read. If she didn’t know any better, she’d almost say it looked like concern, but he quickly smirked down at her.

“I’ve been ordered to apologize for almost mortally wounding you,” he began, prompting Shoko to scold him. Rolling his eyes behind his shades, he continued, “But since you don’t exactly seem mortally wounded to me, there’s no need to apologize.” Grinning lazily, he ignored Shoko calling him an idiot as Rinko met his gaze with a raised brow.

“It’s fine,” she replied, already knowing she shouldn’t be pushing him again so soon. “You’re weaker than I expected.”

A voice inside her told her she was asking for death. The fresh knowledge that she should be dead floated in the forefront of her mind once again. But she knew how he viewed weakness, and for some reason, she just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to poke him.

His eyes flashed with something so quickly that she wondered if she imagined it before he chuckled. Leaning down, he slid his shades down so he could stare at her fully.

“You like playing with fire.” His eyes were gleaming with amusement now, a smirk on his lips as he leaned even closer, his face level with hers. “I think I might like you.”

She rolled her eyes, tilting her head to the side as she met his gaze.

“Hate to break it to you,” she replied easily, giving him an unimpressed look. “But I really don’t care if you like me, Gojo.”

“Interesting technique you’ve got there,” he said, changing the subject. “How does it work?”

Letting a smirk settle on her face, she slid past him, fastening her jacket as she moved towards the door.

“Maybe I’ll tell you next time we meet.”

Without another word, she left the medbay, leaving him staring after her, bright blue eyes hardening into gems.

-

Next - Teasing and Techniques

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Kiko’s Miso Butter Cookies

For the chocolate version, a scale is HIGHLY recommended because you’re subbing 1/6 cup of flour out for cocoa powder.

UNSALTED BUTTER IS VITAL

To make chocolate caramel version, just add the chopped caramel bits to the chocolate dough :)

I personally like my cookies a bit soft instead of crunchy, so I take them out of the oven a tiny bit early!!

I will eventually nail down the caramel mocha version and post it :)

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I found these on Pinterest 👀

This is about what Gojo and Rinko’s height difference is 🤔 (Rinko is 163cm and Gojo is over 190cm) so there’s like, somewhere between a 25-30cm difference in their heights 😬

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Teasing and Techniques (Another Level - Installment 2, Part 1)

Summary:

“Gojo Satoru,” she called, watching his lips quirk upward into a smirk. “What’s a Tokyo boy such as yourself doing all the way out in Kyoto?” “Kurisaki Rinko,” he replied easily, hands in his pockets as he walked towards her slowly until he stood directly in front of her. “You never did tell me how your cursed technique works. How about it?" - “You’re a Zenin.” More like an unwanted mistake. Which, funny enough, had actually been the first words she ever heard her father say to her.

AN: I decided to combine the first two parts of the original, so this is Part 1 and 2 from the AO3 version :)

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Teasing and Techniques - Part 1 (and 2) 2010

“Gojo Satoru,” Rinko called, watching his lips quirk upward into a smirk. “What’s a Tokyo boy such as yourself doing all the way out in Kyoto?”

It had been almost four years since they’d first met at the exchange event when they were in school. Their paths hadn’t had reason to cross since.

She never imagined she’d come across him in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of Kyoto, exorcizing the curse she’d been tracking. It was a Grade 3 at most, so it surprised her that he was wasting his Special Grade time on something so weak.

A different kind of confidence oozed from him, a result of his obvious growth.

She’d heard about his achievements through the grapevine, never surprised that he was excelling. After all, she’d experienced his power before he reached his full potential and barely survived.

Part of her shuddered at the thought of another fight like that now, with him at his full strength. Another part craved it more than anything else.

He’d exchanged his sunglasses for white bandages to cover his eyes, but even still, she knew he could see clear as day. The makeshift blindfold covered most of his forehead too, pushing his hair up so it stood in uneven spikes.

“Kurisaki Rinko,” he replied easily. His hands were in his pockets as he walked towards her slowly until he stood directly in front of her. He was somehow taller than he had been in school, towering over her even more than their first meeting. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised to run into you.” He tilted his head to the side, obviously staring at her even if she couldn’t see for herself. “What am I doing here? Dealing with your messes, of course.”

His reply caused her to roll her eyes, watching the small smirk grow into a grin.

“You never did tell me how your cursed technique works,” he said, leaning down so his face was level with hers. “How about it?”

She could tell his eyes were narrowing behind the bandages as he stared down at her, unable to sense her energy. It was how she’d snuck up on him to begin with.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been obsessing over me and my technique for the past four years?”

She kept her voice teasing, but she knew he’d made inquiries about her abilities since they’d met and even more after they’d graduated. He was a man who didn’t like not being in the loop, and she was sure it drove him crazy not getting answers.

Unlucky for him, her records were sealed tight.

“Of course not. But your energy output,” he continued, “reminds me of someone else I’ve met.”

Releasing the tight hold on her cursed energy, she poured it into her duplicates and prepared for the fight she knew was coming. The fight she was asking for.

“Ah,” she replied, letting her smirk grow. “I heard you had a bit of a run-in with Toji-kun.”

Just as she’d thought, the name made his energy spike, bloodlust filling her senses and she barely had enough time to swap with her closest duplicate before he annihilated her.

“A friend of yours?” he called, not turning to look at where she’d moved to. “Fushiguro Toji was a friend of yours?”

She knew better than to tempt fate, to taunt Gojo Satoru. But just like the first time, it was too much fun to resist. Still, she knew that if she wasn’t careful, he would kill her with ease. Last time she made him angry enough, she’d barely survived. With his power levels now? She didn’t stand a chance. And this time she didn’t have the luxury of teachers and witnesses stopping him if she actually pushed him too far.

If only he wasn’t so much fun to tease.

The strongest in the world was predictable when it came to how to rile him up.

“I only met Toji a few times,” she admitted, holding her hands up. “Heard he gave you a bit of a problem-”

He was barely containing his rage, but she knew that he could tell she wasn’t a real threat. That knowledge didn’t stop him from rushing towards her, his entire body buzzing with his cursed energy.

He’s faster than I remember, she thought to herself.

But of course he would be. His fight with Toji had supposedly unlocked something in him that had laid dormant until then. Allowed him to harness techniques he’d been unable to tap into before.

Her adrenaline spiked just like it had during their first fight years ago. She forced the excitement down and focused on ensuring she had a duplicate ready to swap with.

Staying on the defense was going to be harder this time, seeing as she knew his senses were stronger. He’d see through pretty much anything she threw at him now. Getting any cheap hits was extremely unlikely. With that thought at the forefront of her mind, she struggled to keep up with replacing her duplicates as he destroyed them. He was using just a smidge of cursed energy with each hit, meaning it was harder for her to create another.

Avoiding his hits was proving to be nearly impossible. He grew faster with each miss, a sadistic smile on his face the entire time.

“How did you know Fushiguro?” he asked casually as she physically dodged one of his punches. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she realized how close he’d been to hitting. A millisecond slower and her brains were painting the walls behind her. “And I am still so curious about this technique of yours-”

It was a display of his strength, how easily he could carry a conversation while she focused every ounce of energy on avoiding his inhuman barrage. And he was doing it on purpose. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Playing with her, just like she had with him.

Pouring energy into another set of duplicates, she instantly swapped with the furthest, watching as he exerted more cursed energy than before to demolish it.

He had learned how to tell the difference immediately, she realized. In fact, she paused, assessing the situation. Eyes narrowing slightly, she noticed that he was pulling his punches when he knew the her in front of him was real. The second she swapped away, he destroyed it.

It was true that he had surpassed his former self and even more true that she was in over her head in a fight against him. She’d always known she was no match. But now it was painfully obvious as he toyed with her.

Whispering to herself, she allowed her energy to flow freely, knowing it was a stupid risk. But picking a fight with Gojo Satoru had also been a stupid risk.

“Cursed Technique,” she murmured, taking control of her duplicates and allowing them to multiply. “Shadow Step.”

The echoes of her movement surrounded them now, and Gojo paused his assault to let out a loud laugh. Turning around slowly, he saw the dozens of copies, all mimicking her movements as she wanted. Releasing her grip, she allowed them to act independently, repeating past actions as she focused on masking her own energy to blend in.

But the level of concentration needed to keep the echoes going at the same time as her duplicates was quickly draining her energy.

A low whistle escaped Gojo’s mouth, his grin still in place as he reached up to pull his bandage blindfold down. Revealing his icy bright irises, he observed her technique with the full weight of his Six Eyes.

With those, he’d find her in seconds, she knew he would.

“You’re full of surprises, Kurisaki,” he called, searching the shadows for her. “Which one is real, hm?”

Without another word, he set to work destroying her echoes, letting out a laugh with each one that disappeared. Struggling to keep up with how quickly he got rid of them, she felt her energy waning as he enhanced his fists with cursed energy.

“Gotcha,” he suddenly said, turning and staring directly at her. He anticipated her dodge, fist shooting out faster than she could react and throwing her backward. Her technique fell, and she released a heavy grunt when her back met the hard concrete wall. It knocked the breath from her chest, and she struggled to push herself back to her feet.

Breathing was harder for more reasons than the shock of the impact. She’d felt some distinct cracks when his fist came in contact with her chest; and another crack when she slammed into the wall. 

Letting out a somewhat unhinged laugh, Gojo appeared in front of her again and grabbed her the front of her shirt.

“How many more techniques you got in that pretty head of yours?”

His breath was fanning across her face as he leaned down, his bright eyes staring straight through her. Destroying her echoes hadn’t been an attempt to find her, it was meant to weaken her.

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” she breathed, still trying to force the air back into her lungs. Her ribs creaked in response to her shaky inhale, a groan of pain almost escaping. “Or, you can buy me dinner as repayment for cracking a few ribs.”

Another smirk pulled the corners of his mouth, and he chuckled quietly. Releasing his grip on her shirt, he braced his hands against the wall behind her so she was caged in. He leaned even closer, his lips inches away from hers as his eyes stared into her soul.

“You asking me on a date, Kurisaki?”

It was her turn to laugh, watching his eyes flit down to her lips as the air wheezed out of her.

“Wouldn’t you love that, Gojo?” she teased, tilting her head to the side. “No, I’m offering to tell you about my technique. But you have to buy me sobayaki dan okonomiyaki first. I know a great place not too far from here.”

He had put his blindfold back in place as they walked to the izakaya, shoving his hands back in his pockets nonchalantly.

Now, he stared at her through it as their food was placed in front of them. His expression had been neutral when she returned the owner’s cheerful greeting. But when she snapped her chopsticks apart and sighed happily, his indifference began to crack. The amused smile broke free as he watched her barely resist the urge to inhale the steaming food.

She let out a quiet, delighted groan when the taste of the fluffy pancake and sauces exploded on her tongue.

“Ugh,” she moaned, ignoring how his amusement shifted into a smirk at the noise. “Nothing better than some delicious food after a long day and a few cracked ribs.”

He hummed quietly in agreement, digging into his own food while he continued to stare at her expectantly.

“How did you know Fushiguro?” he asked, his voice serious. Pulling part of the bandage down, he stared at her with one eye. “How would you know the Sorcerer Killer?”

“Cousins tend to know each other,” she stated vaguely, shoving a giant bite into her mouth.

Partially true. She hadn’t actually met most of her cousins.

But as she spoke, his eyebrows met his hairline.

“You’re a Zenin.”

More like an unwanted mistake. Which, funny enough, had actually been the first words she ever heard her father say to her.

Swallowing, she tutted, motioning with her chopsticks.

“Ah ah,” she began, forcing herself to pause to take a sip of her tea. “Fushiguro willingly gave up the name. Took his wife’s instead because of how much he hated the family.”

“But you didn’t.” Gojo’s voice was even as he set his chopsticks down, still staring at her intently. Clearly, seeing as she wasn’t married. But she’d let that slide. “Then what’s your story? You related to the Fushiguro family? They’re not related to the Zenin clan outside of-”

“Not Fushiguro,” she snorted. “I’ve never met any of them, at least outside of Toji.”

“Kurisaki isn’t a known family. And it isn’t associated with Zenin either-”

“Nope,” she stated, watching his face twitch when she cut him off. He was getting irritated, she could tell. “Kurisaki is a family with zero cursed energy, zero Jujutsu Sorcerers before me. Zero knowledge of curses-”

“Then how the fuck-”

“Someone is impatient,” she teased, feeling a thrill when he scowled. “Kurisaki is my mother’s name. My father, however-” she trailed off, feeling a small spike of fear at her almost slip up. She was already telling him too much.

At her pause, Gojo only quirked an eyebrow.

“Wanted nothing to do with me,” she continued flatly. “A bastard from a non-sorcerer family. My mother raised me away from the Zenin clan.”

“Then how’d you end up at Kyoto Tech?”

“Gakuganji,” she replied, pausing to slurp up some noodles. “Zenin may not acknowledge or want anything to do with me, but they couldn’t just let me run around untrained. Too much risk. So, when I hit the right age, they sent him to collect me. According to him, I was technically enrolled the day I was born under the stipulation that I displayed any signs of cursed energy when I got older.”

“Doesn’t explain how you ever met Fushiguro,” he said, leaning back. “He was a legitimate kid. Just didn’t have cursed energy. And if you were raised away from the main clan-”

“You’re so curious about Toji,” she said, her mouth still full of noodles. “S’pose he made an impression, huh?”

His mouth pressed into a thin line, and she quickly swallowed her bite as she realized that one was probably too far.

Toji had killed him, after all.

“Toji came and found me,” she admitted, placing her chopsticks down beside her plate. Gojo looked like he wanted to say something, but she held her finger up to silence him as she turned and called out, “Oi, could I get a beer?”

Upon confirmation, she turned back to see Gojo still leaning back as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Toji found me before Gakuganji came to get me,” she said, accepting her beer and taking a huge gulp. “I was twelve, I think? Maybe thirteen. I knew of the Zenins. Knew my father was one. But I didn’t know anything else.”

Except that one phone call, where her father had addressed her as the ‘unwanted mistake.’

“I was just starting to understand what I could do, or at least understand that I had the potential to do something. And had just found out I was lucky I’d been allowed to be born. He’d heard about me through whispers. Wanted to see what the fuss was about.” Pursing her lips to the side, she remembered what he’d asked her. “And he wanted me to keep him informed of clan happenings. He thought I’d be more involved with them once I started school.”

“And?”

“At the time, I considered it,” she admitted, shrugging. “I’d never met anyone else from the clan in person, I hated them already, and his ask wasn’t that difficult.”

She’d been bitter and angry. Hated that her only conversation with her father had started with him asking if she was the mistake.

“So you helped him-?”

“No,” she snapped defensively before deflating slightly. “Not really. I agreed that I’d let him know if and when the clan reached out to me. That was why I ended up meeting him more than once. But- after Yoshinobu took me to school, it didn’t take me long to tell him Toji had contacted me. Made me realize how stupid I’d been.” Pausing again, she took a deep breath, feeling her ribs protest. “Probably saved my life, though, agreeing the way I did.”

Gojo released a quiet grunt at that, a small frown on his face.

“He’d have killed you as a kid?” he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Cold.”

“Pretty sure you already knew that,” she retorted. “Found out first hand, yeah? This was before he only cared about a paycheck, too. I have little doubt he’d have killed me that day to keep me from talking. Luckily, he never learned about my technique. But now, I obviously don’t have to worry about that-”

“So you’re telling me you owe me for getting rid of him,” Gojo said, an almost predatory grin forming. “Kurisaki Rinko in my debt?”

“Hardly,” she scoffed, staring at his blindfold now. “Toji’s only concern by the time you killed him was a paycheck. It’s why he killed you in the first place, remember? The only reason Toji ever would have targeted me was if it would have made him money.”

Though, she thought darkly, the Zenins would have paid him well.

“Last I heard from him was almost a year before you met him-”

“Oh?” Gojo leaned forward as he pulled his blindfold down slightly, revealing his left eye to her. “And why was that?”

“He’d heard I’d been to the estate for the first time,” she replied, her side aching. The scar under her ribs was a fun reminder of the only time she’d visited. “He wanted to know about the kid that was like him, the other one born without cursed energy.”

“Ogi’s kid.”

Everyone knew how much the Zenins despised that Ogi’s kids were ‘weak.’

“Thought that my visit was my introduction to clan activities,” she continued. “It wasn’t. I haven’t been back since. Too bad for him, he didn’t get his insider. He was honestly surprised I wasn’t welcome at the estate. Said he figured I would be with how strong I seemed. Think he was bullshitting me to get me to do what he wanted, though. He said he thought my father would want me around, which I know was bullshit-”

“Your father-?”

“I’ll leave that one as a mystery,” she said evasively, her gut dropping at the thought of him knowing. She knew better than to talk about him. “Anyway, yeah, as you pointed out earlier though, Toji had no cursed energy, and I can mask mine. Noticed how easily he could sneak up on people, thought it might come in handy.”

“Neat trick,” Gojo mused, tilting his head to the side. His blindfold was back in place. “So,” he was grinning again. “A Zenin bastard, eh? What a concept. They’re pretty traditional-”

“One reason I’m not welcome,” she agreed, watching him smirk. “One of the many reasons I’m not welcome.”

Taking another, longer pull of her beer, she felt the cool alcohol soothe her throat and her anxiety.

She hated the Zenins. But she also knew that she could get in huge trouble for telling Gojo as much as she had. While she wasn’t privy to details, she knew tensions were high between the two clans, and she’d technically just handed the Head of the Gojo clan a trump card.

Her stomach dropped as the weight of what she’d told him hit her, and she fought the panic that began to rise in her chest. At the very least, she hadn’t revealed her father’s name. But she assumed it couldn’t be that hard for him to figure out.

Rinko hated that old man, but she feared him more.

She feared that entire clan more, really.

That first and only visit to the estate had ended with a brawl that resulted in her being rushed away, barely breathing as the threat whispered in her ear echoed in her head.

And now, she’d just willingly told Gojo more than she’d ever told anyone about her family. Especially her relation to Toji. But for some reason, as she watched him, part of her believed she could at least trust him to not broadcast the information.

At least she hoped he wouldn’t.

The Gojo and Zenin clans didn’t get along, and tensions were high, but she hoped he didn’t care enough to use the information.

Plus, she’d promised she’d explain how she knew Toji after teasing him. Admittedly, it had probably been too much, poking fun at the fact that he’d quite literally died.

Not even a week after Rinko had met Gojo Satoru for the first time, he and Geto Suguru were escorting the Plasma Star Vessel. It wasn’t well known exactly what happened that night, but she knew enough to know that Toji had killed the girl and Gojo had killed Toji. And Gojo Satoru had died and risen again, calling himself the one and only blessed.

Hime knew more than she did because she’d been assigned to Tokyo at the time. And Shoko was there. But neither told her anything. And she hadn’t asked. It had been a sensitive subject, to say the least. Amanai Riko had only been thirteen, after all.

The one thing Rinko did know about that was that Gojo had been a terror in the few days leading up to them receiving the assignment for the escort. Hime had called her, saying that Gojo was grilling her about who Rinko was. She realized later that he had no idea she knew Shoko beyond her healing her injuries after he’d almost killed her.

“What did you do to him?” Hime had asked, her voice filled with amusement. “I’ve never seen him so worked up.”

She’d utterly humiliated him at the exchange event.

Well, humiliated was probably too strong a term. But she still reveled in the look of shock on his face when she’d landed that first blow. And the cold look in his eyes when she’d refused to tell him anything about her or her technique.

She hid her smirk at the memory by taking another drink, draining the rest of her beer, and letting out a small sigh of contentment.

Gojo had tried to find out more, she remembered the lecture she’d gotten for her display because of how many questions he’d asked. The more resistance he was met with, the harder he pushed, still coming up empty.

He’d inquired about her after they graduated, too. Tried to access her records. But, just like she’d discovered early on, he found they were sealed tighter than the higher-ups’ assholes.

“The great Six Eyes of the Gojo clan was bested by a Zenin bastard,” she stated, knowing she was once again poking a much larger, stronger bear. But she just couldn’t resist. “And not even just a bastard, a half-breed.”

As she spoke, Gojo’s jaw clenched. She watched his brow furrow, knowing now that meant he was narrowing his eyes at her.

To her surprise, though, he didn’t take the bait.

“Zenins are strong,” he stated, shrugging his shoulders. “Not surprising you’re stronger than you look.” He tilted his head towards her empty glass. “Indulging, I see.”

It was her turn to shrug, grinning at him as his face slipped into a bored expression.

“Might as well if you’re paying, right?” she teased, somehow just knowing that he was rolling his eyes. “Also helps numb the throbbing pain in my chest,” she said dramatically, and he let out a scoff. “Because you definitely cracked a few of my ribs.”

“Just means you still need to get stronger.”

There was no sympathy in his voice but also no malice. To him, he was just stating a fact.

Because to him, to the strongest, cracking someone's ribs like toothpicks was nothing.

They sat in silence for a few moments, before he was suddenly letting out a quiet hum. Leaning forward, he pulled the bandages down again so she could see his left eye staring at her intensely as he asked:

“You wanna get outta here?”

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Next - Teasing and Techniques: Part 2

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AN: Thoughts on the lil headers I'm making for these so far?

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