#gojo has not changed from his bloody clothes

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

where you go, i go (2)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie

Part 2 of what you see, i see

She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.

The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.

She almost cried on the spot.

Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.

She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.

Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.

She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.

She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.

She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.

A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.

Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.

She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.

It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.

Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-

The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.

Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.

A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"

She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.

She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.

A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.

"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."

And she did.

She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?

A sob violently escaped her.

This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.

Aching and alone.

Desperate and searching.

Wanted and unwanted.

Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.

She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.

She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.

The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?

An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.

She kept her eyes closed.

She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.

Hours had passed.

00:57:39

She wondered at what specific time the grim reaper would take her.

1:13:01

Did it want her to open her eyes?

1:13:10

Probably.

1:13:15

The grim reaper has been patiently waiting for her.

1:13:17

Why keep death waiting then?

1:13:20

Her eyes fluttered open.

Beautiful, vibrant cerulean blue.

It was not death. It was -

"Satoru," she whispered.

"______," he whispered back.

Satoru was sitting down on the floor extremely close to her bed with his legs crossed while his hands rested neatly on his ankles. There was dry blood on his face and on his white dress shirt.

Her mouth moved but no sound came.

"You were crying," he said as he caressed her cheek soothing his thumb along the trail of stained lines that her dried tears had left, "alot."

So, he had seen everything.

She put her hand over his and gently rubbed circles.

Satoru scooted closer to her bed, "I didn't like seeing you cry," his hand trailed up to her scalp, "or frown," and gently ran his fingers through her hair.

He laid his head down on her bed and stared at her with those vibrant, sparkling eyes; eyes that could see everything she could never see.

She touched his cheek gently, "I didn't like not feeling you."

Her whole body shivered. Satoru was here, in front of her, and she was still cold.

"Are you still cold?"

She nodded.

Never letting go of her, he kicked off his shoes and climbed under the blanket with her. He wrapped his legs around hers as her arms wrapped under his uniform jacket.

With his hand still tangled in her hair, he said, "Better?"

His heartbeat had returned to her. They were beating in unison again.

"Better," she hummed. "You?" She asked.

His lips pressed softly on her forehead, "Much better." He tugged her in closer into his chest.

She smiled.

She was warm again.

@whatamidoing89 @mr-underhills-things

Part 1: what you see, i see

Part 3: you know i adore you

Part 4: i'm crazier for you

Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party

Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

[vagabond-umlaut]

Sojourn In The Sun

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader; Arranged Marriage; Childhood Friendship To Complicated Feelings™️; Fluff; Angst; Canon-Compliant; Contains Manga Spoiler; Satoru & Reader Are So Cute, So Honest And So Kind-Of-Happy With Each Other Here– I Love Them!; Silly Jokes Are Their [& My] Coping Mechanism; Takes Place Between JJK 221 & 236.

Oneshot From Series: One Day, Three Autumns

"You. Baked. This. For. Me."

"No, Satoru. A stork flew in through ths kitchen window and dropped this bloody cake on that table."

"But don't they deliver babies or something? Plus, isn't that window a tad too tiny for such a big bird?"

"I guess, the stork must've dropped you on your head while delivering you to your parents, you know?"

A beat passes in response to your remark, before Satoru erupts into a fit of chortles and you shake your head with a huffed chuckle. Getting up from where you were hunched over the countertop, nibbling on an omelette and scrolling through your mobile, Satoru watches your face gleam in fondness in the late morning light, as you amble over to him.

Very messy hair. Ratty old clothes. Sleepy yet shiny eyes— His cheeks hurt from the sheer joy bubbling in his chest at this sight before him.

"Seriously, sweetness? Storks?" he asks, lifting his arm then dropping it to wrap round your shoulders as you reach him and snuggle into his side – only to catch hold of the hem of his huge sweater, and squeeze yourself into it, your tiny fingers clasping round his back as your head emerges at the top and you move to nuzzle into his neck, teeth biting cute little nips on the skin there.

If it was even two months back, Satoru reckons he would have been a hell lot stunned, seeing you give your affections so blatantly– that too at a place outside your shared bed, outside the darkness of the night.

But... It no longer is two months back. It is now. Not only in day, date, time. But also in the irreversibly mutated fashion the earth rotates on its axis everyday in the man's eyes. New experiences. New allies. New absences. New nightmares...— Everything's different from how it was before that chilly October night— Your husband deems it to be not an awful lot strange to see you too like this. The world is not the same as before; to survive, you too must change to adapt to the change, must you not?

Lips brushing your forehead once before dashing away, he asks in a soft yet humorous tone, "Too tired to give a reply, are we now, huh?"

"Not really," you hum, your words punctuated by a yawn you're quick to suppress; you resume, "I know only two birds which are said to be used in sending parcels and stuff. One, messenger pigeon– but they are too small to carry a cake like that. Two, stork– stories do say they were used to deliver babies – so I thought delivering a cake would be a piece of cake for them, heh!" You shoot him a grin, eyes crinkling at the corners into lovely half-moons, "Pretty funny and punny, ain't I?"

"Of course, sweetness. You are all three," Satoru is quick to agree with a nod— happy wife = happy life; plus, it's not like he's lying to you— A shadow of confusion falls on your face— Deciding to deal with it later, for the sake of the question weighing on his mind at the moment, the man repeats his ask from earlier, "You really really baked this for me?"

You return a nod, hints of a smile lurking in the shape of your lips.

"But why?"

Whatever happiness might've beginning to bloom on your features, it withers away– Your husband smacks himself internally for employing such a tone: So weak, so much so that it makes you peer up at him in concern he has only ever seen on you after a particularly bad mission.

So weak, so that it makes him hope you don't think him to be any less than 'The Strongest'— any less than being capable of standing beside you, protecting you, being worthy of you.

A pair of chapped lips plant themselves on his cheek. "Just because I wanted to bake a cake for you, 'Toru!" you explain with a giggle, albeit its subdued quality doesn't go past his eye, as you move a bit away to press a swift kiss on his other cheek; fingers drawing lazy patterns on his scalp and massaging the roots of his hair.

"You've always done too much for me and everyone else– Thought of returning the favour once, although I doubt it can ever match yours... Also, haven't you always wanted to eat a cake baked by yours truly?"

He has.

He so, so has.

Ever since the day you baked some muffins for him in the microwave oven of the school kitchen– him, a grumbling mess thanks to his all-too-familiar migraine and those old geezers– you, another grumbling mess thanks to your all-too-familiar insomnia and those annoying AF exams—

Satoru never imagined he could taste a sweet dish made by you ever again in his life, for the past ten years or so— given how the morning after that night you declared you would never bake again: "uff, that is too fuckin' tiring and boring!" and how every next time he came with a migraine to your door, you pointedly ignored his whining for you to bake him something, choosing to grab the warm and cold compress instead and give him a massage, following the manuals kept in stack-over-stack on your table—

Even during his teenage years, then later as an adult, the sorcerer has always missed your baking, but seeing you care for him in ways much too characteristically 'you'... he decided to pay no mind to such dumb wishes, he knows you'll never fulfill in this lifetime.

Except now you've fulfilled them and your husband doesn't know any response fitting enough to thank your efforts and thoughts through.

Throwing the cake a sideways glance, he brings his focus back to you gazing at him, to the eagerness reflecting in your irises. His lips tilt up into a smile, obeying a mind of their own.

"Blue velvet cake with white frosting... you sure do know how to make me happy, don't you, sweetness?" he muses out loud, carefully noting the warmth creeping up your neck into your cheeks and ears, "But, so much for a thanks... there must be another reason behind this, right?"

Feeling the tiny burst of air hitting him from your quiet exhale, Satoru lets you maneuver him towards the kitchen until he's leaning with his back against the marble island and you're nestling even closer to him.

A palm glides cautiously over the planes of his back.

Almost as if the man in front of you is a glass figurine–

Almost as if you're fine with him being a glass figurine.

So easy to read.

So easy to hurt.

So easy to care for with the gentlest of touches and softest of smiles, the look in your eyes tells every one of his six eyes– the innumerable chips and cracks in his very essence be damned—

You poke his cheek, a knowing twitch in your lips.

"You rarely ever cuddled me in bed before, yet now, every single night and day, I find you squeezing me with those arms and legs of yours..." Satoru's eyes widen. Your lips part in a fondly teasing grin. "Think why – really why– you hug me for warmth and don't hog the blankets; and you'll have your answer, 'Toru."

Birds shriek outside. Your mobile beeps thrice. Your omelette goes as frozen as poor Uranus on the countertop beside.

For the second time this cold day, the two of you break into laughter.

"And you'll have your answer, 'Toru!?!?" Satoru mimics you except in a soprano-esque shrill voice. "Who the fuck do you think we are, huh? A pair of lovers in some Shakespeare-y play, baring our feelings to each other in the soft glow of the winter sun, or some stupid shit like that?"

Another chuckle breaks free from your chest at his words; the grin on his face widening, he watches you take a long breath then say, "Nope nope nope! The both of us are way too uncivilised to play any role like in Shakespeare's plays — but Satoru~" you drawl your vowels out; his heart beats a little faster in his chest– "I can never be as unrefined as you, going as far as to keep your wife waiting, while you ask question after question– and not eat the cake and praise it, like a good spouse should, you know?"

"Oh, is it so?" The man inquires, brow raised, before warping with you in his arms to where the cake's kept, and cutting a big chunk with the knife kept, gobbles it all up in one go.

The tilt of your lips betrays the disapproving click your tongue makes.

A very content hum escapes Satoru. "Your baking's something out of this world–no, galaxy, sweetness. I hope you know–"

He stills, focus stolen by the letters and number a bit far on the table–

Satoru's gaze snaps back to you, only to find the same smile on your face– so simple, so devious– complicated and thwarted by the small expressive tremor of your lips; your gaze moving away from him to a calendar on your left and his right, the very same which stopped him—

Grasping your chin in his frosting-covered fingers, he drags your gaze back to himself, tutting, "You aren't any better than me, wifey. You too lack the same manners and etiquettes I do— So, now— c'mon, c'mon, c'mon–" he says, not unlike a broken record, playing the same section of music until he makes you cave in from the annoyance alone, "Wish your darling husband 'Happy Birthday 'Toru!!', give him a big birthday smooch, and be the courteous wife, you aren't really, but think you're— Now, go ahead, go ahead, go–"

"No."

"No?" Satoru echoes, holding back a weary chuckle. Or sigh. The man doesn't know which. You nod with that same stubborn determination of yours, he has happened to love-hate-tolerate over the years. "Yeah. No. I don't wanna. Wishing you can only solidify the fact that today is December 7th–"

"I think, the clock striking twelve few hours back solidified it–"

"Which will go on to cement the fact we're only 17 days away–"

"I don't think the fact needs any cementing. It's cast in stone–"

"Is there no way we can be happy, Satoru?"

Your question startles him into a momentary stun – not 'cause of the solemnity packed into every word of it – but because it serves as the mirror image to the question them cursed voices in his brain ask him in the warmth of the day, in the chill of the night, when he finds Yuuji sitting by himself with no spiky black hair nor bright orange hair next to him; when he catches the ashtray on Shoko's table filled with way too many cigarette stubs; when he wakes up to see you sitting in the dimly lit storeroom, a faded photograph or a childish drawing in your hand; when he looks at the mirror and finds the reason behind every pain his cherished ones have suffered, staring right back at him—

"There is," Satoru says, willing his mind to shut up for once, to let him say what he wants to say for once– the clock is ticking a bit too fast–

"Don't think of today as anything more than that it's December 7. Not how many days it's been since Halloween. Not how many days it'll be before it's Christmas Eve. Just focus on the fact it's my birthday, and everything will seem a hell lot better, even if it's only for a short time."

You peer at him attentively, before narrowing your eyes a bit. "Never took you as the kind to ignore reality, y'know?"

Your husband cracks an amused grin. "Still, standing in the middle of a warzone and actively ignoring it is cooler than running away from it, isn't it?"

"Cooler and dumber," you correct with a teasing grin and a waggle of your finger– however, before he can gather any retort to your remark, he finds himself being pulled down by his collar, his lips colliding with your waiting ones— the ensuing kiss a little sweet, a little spicy, a little shy, a little hungry; but overall, very, very addicting. Satoru thinks you can never give him kisses enough to satiate him, even for a tiny while.

He is always going to stay this ravenous, this yearning for you. In this lifetime and every other that follows. He can't ever get enough of you.

A tiny pop! reverberates in the bubble round you two, as your mouth gently separates from his, though never strays anywhere far, resting only few millimetres away. Eyes drifting to his swollen lips for a beat, Satoru watches you look at him again, cheeks heated and stretched in a smile.

"Happy birthday, Satoru," you whisper, "Many, many happy returns of the day."

"Thanks," the man mumbles, running a careful thumb back-and-forth over your bottom lip– before something clicks to life in his mind. Your husband registers a slow smirk form on his face. "But I guess it'll be a happier birthday if ya promise to bake me a cake every now and then. What do you think, sweetness?"

"Nah!" your reply arrives, as if it's a reflex response and not one which requires some thinking, "Baking's too fuckin' tiring and boring– But..." you trail off for a beat, the nonchalance on your face morphing into a tenderness– You resume, "Why don't you try and find out by yourself if I will ever decide to bake a cake for you, every now and then, yeah?"

The weight of your words lingers in the gap in between for a second.

Accepting the weight with an eager grin, Satoru closes the gap, him inclining forwards to rest his forehead on yours.

"Sounds like a challenge, sweetness. Good thing, I'm more than ready to try my best to meet it."

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[jujutsutrash]

My apologies for delivering something without smut right in October, instead of kinktober (unless body swapping is your kink) let's call this one kenjakutober. I dunno, this weirdo has been in my mind a lot recently, maybe because he was my second fav behind gojo, and oh, well, gojo got boxed for good. Guess Kenny wins.

Kenjaku x Reader. 1.2k (tw: death, and Kenjaku's flavor of body swapping)

Honestly, the whole experience since meeting you was something Kenjaku could describe as unique. not, by any means, bad, but definetly unexpected - though, not unwelcome. you were a powerful sorcerer, in fact, too powerful for your time. it had been a couple hundred years since the Heian era, and in this age of blades and samurais, jujutsu had been losing its strength. that made you a stranger in your time.

At first he'd seen in you a good tool to aid in his plans, a source of power that could prove itself useful. you were a sorcerer with strength but no actual purpose, and he could give you one - although, it would be his. you took to the job without hesitancy, wanting to escape the fate decided to you by your clan. an arranged marriage, a waste of your life on someone who'd certainly resent how much more powerful than him you were.

Now he clearly understood that what you saw on the deal he offered was a chance at freedom, to live your life unchained by anyone. it seemed a worthy shot, even if you could tell his motives seemed not to be fully on the clear. but you didn't care, figuring it better to be involved in something possibly bad than to be involved in nothing at all. better the evil you don't know than the one you do - better to take this leap than be chained to domestic servitude, wasting away your existence doing nothing interesting.

To be quite fair, he found that thinking admirable. maybe that was why Kenjaku started to grow found of you. In these new times, few were the people willing to take the gamble, willing to get their hands a little bloody to live life how they wanted to. oh, you truly were like a treasure from a time long gone. brave and powerful, curious and unafraid, unshaken by the things he did and the ones he had you do. and above all lustful for a life that's not mediocre. lustful for a life that would be better than just good enough. to achieve things, to see things, to experience more.

You were almost like kindred spirits. and overtime that was probably how he let you work your way under his skin. one day he just found himself desiring you, and soon enough he was working his way under your clothes. You were beautiful - that had been undeniable since day one, but hadn't really had any importance until this sudden shift. what Kenjaku originally wanted from you was your ability to work. but then things changed, he wanted that and something more - an useful setup, really, two birds with one stone and all that.

It was a convenient situation. on one hand you completed every task and job given with almost brutal precision. on the other you were an entertaining company and a good source of pleasure. it was fun. just a satisfying circumstance. or at least that was the case in the beginning.

Without even noticing Kenjaku started growing to like you - feelings he never really expected to have. that that he actively shunned them, he still had his priorities straight and the sentiment existed in the background, a fun little side task. it was just surprising to see it happen anyway, something to take note off. it was good knowing life could still surprise him at least, even after a couple hundred years around.

it was good, something fun to stave off the boredom and monotony. not only a warm body on cold nights but one that willingly came to him - even after having known exactly what he was. a normal person would have been afraid, but not you. he could appreciate how you put your need to have what you desired over even any sense of self preservation. you were definetly an interesting company - it explained how he came to feel for you.

Though, no good thing can last forever. well, not so much a rule for Kenjaku, but one for almost everybody else - you included. your end came at the hands of a curse, one that he managed to exterminate himself, but then it was already too late. he found you laying dead in a pool of your own blood, body covered in smaller wounds, clear sings that you didn't go down easy. though, he had realized that earlier, the curse was powerful but he found it in terrible shape. you fell, but you fought to the bitter end, that too was admirable.

So Kenjaku did the only respectable thing he could think of doing.

His first thought when he found your body was to turn you into a cursed object, so he could revive you at a later point. it would be useful, but somehow it felt lacking. though, as he looked at your bloody form for longer, a thought crept into his head. you had a great cursed technique, a powerful body, and there was a curiosity in him, a wondering that wouldn't cease. what would it be like to occupy that body?

The idea just seemed right. and as he looked down, witnessing your cold hands warming up, it felt right too. looking at the mirror for the first time after switching bodies always seemed a little odd, but this time it didn't, not quite so much. things just seemed to sit right as he moved to brush a strand of hair away, watching as your soft hand reach out to pull the hair back, leaving clear the still fresh scar across your forehead. Well, Kenjaku's forehead now.

The wound was so fresh that liquid still pooled around the points where the stitches connected the two parts of the skull. what would you have thought? you probably wouldn't have minded, you were never quite so squeamish. and it just felt right. Kenjaku's soul seemed to just sit right in this body - no longer you, but still yours in ways kenjaku knew so well. one last gift from the grave, a body that fit so easily.

Looking at the mirror again, warm hands reached to adjust the soft locks of hair just like you did it. oh, yes, that looked perfect, gazing at the reflection, Kenjaku could almost believe it was you. but she was a different person, although a related one, this time around. one that, having full access to your memories and experiences now she could be sure, was certainly part of what made you, well, you.

It was strange, seeing her own life in third person. but that was a good strange, a interesting experience for sure, getting to go through all these years again, but from a new perspective. to feel everything as you felt it - from pleasure to pain, oh, and love, of course. It was different, interesting, something Kenjaku wasn't sure if she'd be able to do again any time soon. yeah, taking your body was the right choice. it was powerful, beautiful, and most definetly a remarkable experience. what a great way to end something good.

[inhumanescreeching]

lowqual screencap for lowqual writing ✌🏽 jjk spoilers- chapter 65 and onwards

polyam sashisu my beloveds

sashisu headcanons

random headcanons about the sss trio in high school. unorthodox and simple domestic stuff because they're high schoolers, give them a break

relationship(s): satoru gojo/shoko ieiri/suguru geto. satoru gojo/shoko ieiri. shoko ieiri/suguru geto. satoru gojo/suguru geto. satoru gojo & shoko ieiri & suguru geto

tags: poly. fluff. crack. fix-it (of sorts). canon divergence. modern setting. coming of age. high school

type: headcanons

- satosugu take shoko out every time they come back from a mission, and she scolds them every time they have so much as a bruise on their person

- suguru once drove them to the country side to pick fruits and experience farming. shoko and satoru did not like that, but the meals suguru cooked in the following week tasted better than anything

- satoru got a call from shoko one day saying she's correctly diagnosed a patient-in-waiting when she stopped by a hospital. suguru, beside satoru, had laughed at the timing

- satoru has definitely crashed a car. if not multiple. insurance companies both love and hate him

- shoko can't cook for shit, she's accepted her fate. satoru also cannot cook for shit, but unlike shoko he's actually trying. it's a 50-50 on if he gets roasted or pity-critiqued

- suguru has the most versatile closet. satoshoko always steal clothes from him, and he really doesn't mind (he rlly likes it actually lol)

- contrary to popular belief, shoko is actually the aggressor to a lot of shit. she's confident she can come out unscathed in fights thanks to rct. she uses her scary dogs (satosugu) privilege to get her way

- satoru asks for cuddles every day. even in the summer, he'd ask for skinship every damn hour. sugushoko give in, ofc, but not wo complaining abt the heat

- suguru can't swim, he just looks like he can because he's tall enough to reach the floor on pools. shoko can outswim him any day. satoru hates the water bc it means he needs to turn off infinity to enjoy it

- shoko is afraid of heights, but she still rode the ferris wheel that time they went to a carnival. for her boys, yk, and for the memories

- they've dressed up as the heathers for Halloween. satoru wanted to be chandler but shoko pushed her vote to suguru instead (for foreshadowing reasons ofc). she went as duke, and satoru ended up as mcnamara they bullied nanami to be their veronica lmao

- shoko definitely failed a class not because she couldn't understand but because she was feeling lazy. they cheated the system so she could graduate yeah they were those kids, change my mind

- suguru has dragged satoshoko to a patd concert before. when asked why he likes them, he'd just say their songs were neat

- footnote to that ^ they have insanely different music tastes and the battle for the aux is always bloody, no "relationship" is considered when a four hour trip is on the line

- satoru has dyed his hair already what with his natural color being so easy to cover. sugushoko went along with this. that's why their jujutsu high grad pics were pretty . vibrant (they went w the bi flag colors lmao)

- sss trio in pride parades are chaotic. satosugu get, not necessarily wild, but loud. so damn loud. shoko too, but she's mainly just looking over fondly while talking to others. "my idiots" she says

- they have a designated movie night, comprising of shitty romcoms, even shittier lowbudget horror movies, cracked commentary and cuddles

- suguru pierced his own ears, and is very knowledgeable on piercings in general. he gave shoko the high lobe piercings she used to jam-pack with moon/star earrings but they healed overtime lol

- satoru always takes them to some remote getaway resort during vacation breaks. he's sure to spoil his lovers with quality food and service. sugushoko let him because wow is it nice to be pampered from time to time

- nanami grew with satoru's bullshit, shoko's nagging and suguru's indulging esp after haibara. the three did not want him to feel lonely, so they tried their best to help him

- yaga is the reason why they're all together (like satoru to itafushikugi) and to this day, he claims it's still one of his biggest regrets in his career (he means it affectionately dw)

- they always go to shrines when the occasion calls for it (due to suguru's insistence and satoshoko's dread). every damn time they bow, or wish, it's always "protect them" in their mind

- oh and those little lock things on That Tower? yeah they've done that. satoru paid for the whole trip ofc, but what sugushoko didn't know is he'd alr put one lock before they got there. "i promise to protect them" is the lock satoru placed in secret

[cielcius]

THEM IN A SHOUJO MANGA (BNHA, HQ, & JJK) | DRABBLES

includes: akaashi k., atsumu m., bakugou k., bokuto k., fushiguro m., gojo s., iida t., itadori y., kaminari d., kita s., midoriya i., oikawa t., osamu m., sero h., suna r., todoroki s., tsukishima k., & ushijima w.

from the writer: in honor of 500 of u putting up with me :3

notes & warnings: high school au, shirtless (atsumu), harassment and fighting (bakugou), mentions of injury (megumi), kabedon (ushijima)

Akaashi - the stoic, smart guy who’s actually a big tease to you when nobody’s around

“Akaashi! Thank you for letting me borrow your textbook again.” Handing the multi-chaptered book to him, your fingers graze as he reaches out to take the object back into his possession. Looking up, you see that he already has his eyes on you with something of a smirk playing at his lips but it was hard to tell. “Don’t forget it next time, or else I might have to start bringing an extra copy with me everyday.” Rubbing at your arm, your eyes moved away from his. Now you were absolutely positive that he was messing with you as he turned and walked away, reaching to place the book in his bag while simultaneously meeting your eyes again. Reaching the doors of the locker room, Akaashi made sure to close the door behind him before an almost nonexistent smile graced his lips. “Cute.”

Atsumu - the guy who moved in after your mom’s friend left him to go on a three month long trip for work

“I’m home.” You yelled out to no one in particular seeing as you were the only one home. You slip your shoes off before climbing up the stairs to your room, desperate for a relaxing bath after a long day of back-to-back exams. Pulling out a spare change of clothes, you grab your towel as you travel down the hall to the bathroom, only to stop right in front of the mysteriously locked door. The light was switched on too, you could tell from the slit at the bottom where steam had also been pouring out. Had it been your brother? Though he wasn’t supposed to come back from college for another two months. Shrugging, you hold a fist up to knock when the door swings open by itself, revealing not only a total stranger, but a cute stranger who seemed to have forgotten his shirt as water droplets trail down the lines of his torso. “Who the fuck are you?” The last time you had checked, this was your house. The blond stranger smirked. “Yer new roommate, sweetheart.” 

Bakugou - the hotheaded bad boy transfer who saves you from harassers outside of school 

You let out a gasp, your back hitting the wall as any hope of escaping the two men died completely. “Just come with us, beautiful. I promise you’ll have a good time.” You looked for someone, anyone who would look your way, but everybody chose to mind their own business instead as they thought nothing of the alarming situation, everybody but one. Almost out of nowhere, a fist suddenly collides with the nearest guy’s face, succeeding in handing out a free bloody nose. You look at your savior who only stood glaring with death in his eyes at the men until they ran away in fear. But when his red eyes met yours, you were met with nothing but a certain, reserved kindness. Bakugou could see it in your own eyes, how shaken up you were despite not showing it. “Come on, let’s get out of this shitty place.” No more words were exchanged as Bakugou threw his jacket over your head, leading you silently away from the scene. The long night ended with you not only getting a jacket, but a phone number too. 

Bokuto - the competitive guy who can be a bit air-headed at times but always means well 

“Hey Bokuto! Bet I can show L/n that I’m the better candidate for boyfriend.” As if someone had flipped a light switch, Bokuto’s welcoming demeanor was gone and replaced with something much more intense as his gaze sharpened at whoever dared to challenge him. “Whoever wins gets L/n’s hand in marriage.” Holding a fist out, Bokuto locks hands with the guy before forcing it down against the table with all his might, shouting out at the win. “Kou! You were supposed to meet me in the library to study ten minutes ago.” At the nickname, Bokuto’s grin had climbed onto his face before seeing how angry you actually were. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I just didn’t want to lose you to him.” Smiling softly at his pout, you took his face in your hands before placing a light peck against his forehead. “You’ll never lose me, Koutarou.” 

Fushiguro - the delinquent who’s rough around the edges and gets into a lot of fights but is actually a good person when you get to know them better

“Another fight, Megumi? That’s the third one this week, you haven’t even fully healed from the last one.” Tugging them gently by the arm, the both of you walked back silently to your house, it being closer to school than theirs. Your parents were yet to come home as the household stood silent, the sound of scuffling shoes and bags dropping to the floor was the only sound that filled the hallway before you led Fushiguro to the guest bathroom. Hopping onto the counter before you could tell them to, Fushiguro watched silently out of the corner of their eye as you pulled out the overused first aid kit. You stood in between their legs with a swab dabbed in alcohol, lightly petting at the scratches littered across their face. “What happened this time, ‘Gumi?” Beginning at the cheek and across, small bandages started to slowly invade their skin as they huffed with a small pout, the sight making you smile. “They were just being jerks to this one Itadori kid.” 

Gojo - the prince who is often stereotyped as the cool and collected type when he’s actually a big tease and a dork

You peered over and around the tall stack of papers in your hands, the freshly mopped floors of the hall reflecting the casted orange and yellow sunlight as it started to disappear over the horizon. Walking a bit faster, you rushed up the stairs hastily until you bumped into something on the landing or rather, someone. “Ah! I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Looking up from the scattered papers now on the floor, you had to keep yourself from gasping out loud when you make eye contact with the prettiest irises you had ever seen. A pair of clear blue eyes stared back at you before the edges crinkled in a smile. Recognizing the light hair, you realized that you had been staring at the school-wide famous Gojo Satoru. A warm laugh escaped his lips, something you thought you’d never hear coming from someone who supposedly drifted around in a cold demeanor. “You’re a clumsy one, aren’t you? Come on, I’ll help you.” 

Iida - the school prince and class president who everybody fawns over but is actually secretly in love with you and would give up anything to be with you

“Iida, are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been behind schedule on announcements lately.” Iida looked over to his friend Midoriya, nodding with a small smile. This was bad, his thoughts about you were starting to get a little too obsessive for his taste and everywhere he went, his eyes never stopped until they landed on your figure, laughing at whatever joke your friend had made. Unknown to the dark-haired male, his usual stern expression slackened visibly at the thought of you and everybody in the room could see just how in love he actually was. Now the real problem was finding out who so they could encourage him to confess. 

Itadori - the random guy next door who somehow manages to get into your home everyday but actually ends up helping you with the house chores

“Welcome home!” The hand not holding your bag flew to your chest in shock, not expecting the new voice who so-warmly welcomed you home. Though you weren’t sure who the new stranger was, he seemed kind enough to have cleaned your entire apartment for you. “What— who are you?” The stranger grinned, a wooden spatula in hand with your apron wrapped around his body. “I’m Itadori Yuji. I’m your new neighbor.” You blinked at his bright demeanor, not expecting to have your new neighbor break into your house and cook you dinner. “How did you get in?” To your knowledge, you had no spare key and you had double-checked your lock like every morning. “Can’t tell you, that’s a secret. But maybe I’ll tell you one day if you let me be your friend.” You weren’t sure what to think of this situation, why did a cute stranger break into your home just to make friends with you? 

Kaminari - the childhood lover who sneaks in through the window to hang out late at night

A hollow knock interrupted the silence that hung in the air. Not even having to look over to who it was, you opened your window for Kaminari to jump in, sitting on the window sill to take the time to slip off his shoes. “Denki, we have school tomorrow. You should be going to bed.” Looking over at the digital numbers radiating in the dark, the late timing of the night was seared into your brain until a hand took a hold of your own. “I am going to bed.” With a cheeky smile, he maneuvered the two of you under the thick covers, scooting closer for warmth from the cold winter air. “Your parents are gonna get mad again.” Regardless of how many times this has happened already, Kaminari was still surprised that his parents hadn’t just set up a CCTV camera in his room to make sure he didn’t sneak out. “It’s okay, you’re worth it. You always are.” 

Kita - the unintentionally rude guy who actually ends up confessing his love as the fireworks go off during a festival

The clicking of your wooden sandals stopped as you turned to look over the valley, metal bars blocking you off from the grass landing where people laid out on blankets. Quiet conversations could be heard in the background of the children’s laughter surrounding you, the soft lighting from the many set up booths only adding to the atmosphere as you felt a single individual’s gaze fall on you. Kita’s heart was beating abnormally fast as he waited for the first of the fireworks to go off, the bright bursts of colors lighting up your face along with that smile he had always been so fond of. Looking down at the railing where your hand rested, he gently reached out for yours, successfully grabbing your attention before leaning in. Slowly, he watched for your reactions, keeping note of how your shoulders relaxed and eyelids fluttered before his lips pressed softly against yours. “I love you.” 

Midoriya - getting split up as children before he transfers into your school again as the hot transfer student who’s secretly still a dork

“L/n, have you seen the new student? He’s so hot.” Whispering the last part to you, you looked up from your notebook to where your friend seemed to be fawning over this new student. “Not yet. What’s his name?” Yet as your friend opened their mouth to answer, a loud thud from the entrance of the classroom interrupted them. Looking over, a flurry of green hair walked through the door with a sheepish look. “Sorry, my name is Midoriya Izuku. I’ll be in your class started today—” The rest of his introduction seemed to have been caught in his throat when his eccentric green eyes met yours, widening before the edges crinkled in a wide smile. “Y/n! I haven’t seen you in so long, I didn’t know you were in this class.” Not only had he used your first name, but in front of the entire class. But you knew exactly who this new student was. Your childhood friend, and thought to be future lover, who just had to grow up looking that good. 

Oikawa - the guy you bump into as he tries to catch you but you both end up falling which results in an accidental kiss 

Of all the days you had to be late, it was on the day of your final exam. Slipping on your second shoe, you grabbed a hold of the door handle, a quick breakfast hanging from your mouth as you practically sprinted to school. From afar, you could see the gates of the school sliding to block out anybody else from getting in, prompting you to run faster as you gulped down the last of your breakfast. “Wait!” At the sudden shout, the guy walking in front of you turned around, only to hold out his arms when you tripped and caused both of you to fall. A small gasp escaped your lips before something had blocked it completely or rather, another pair of lips. Scrambling up, you got off and say to the side of the guy who you recognized as Oikawa Tooru, the captain of the volleyball team. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Helping him up, you watched nervously as he began to brush the invisible dust off of his jacket before turning to you with a little smile. “I think I’m a little hurt, but you can kiss it better, right?” 

Osamu - the guy you were fake dating that kisses you in the rain after you realized that you did love each other after all

Osamu stopped in his tracks. Your missing presence beside him was too overbearing too even think about, as if the most important thing in his life was just taken away from him. But that title was reserved for food, not you, right? A drop of water, another. A light pour started over Osamu’s head, almost serving as a simulation as if he were standing in the shower with only his deepest thoughts. The longer he stood there, the faster he realized that maybe you were the most important thing in his life. Turning back, he ran through the rain until he saw you running towards him as well. Meeting in the middle, he brought a hand up to your cheek, the warmth of your bodies mingling as your lips smashed together, almost desperately. “I’m in love with you.” 

Sero - the celebrity singer who attends your school but constantly uses you to hide from his crazy fangirls

As expected, there was even more commotion from the herds of people as the rushed to the school entrance for a chance to catch the young celebrity. You rolled your eyes, getting up to spend your lunch break in the library studying instead of trying to get famous on a whim. Leaving your giggling friends to their own devices, you hugged the single notebook to your chest with the wrapping of your bento box in the other, the halls emptying out in favor for the front gates. Yet as you turned the corner, you were slammed back against the wall as your shoulders pressed against the hands of Sero Hanta. “I’m sorry. Just for one second I promise.” His hasty words barely processed in your brain as his lips met yours in a quick kiss, timed perfectly as a group of girls rushed by. Pulling away, Sero surveyed the area to make sure the coast was clear before turning to you. “So, how can I repay you?” 

Suna - the guy who falls asleep whenever you’re coincidentally there which leaves you to wake him up before he misses his bus stop

That was the fifth time this week you had run into him, and not only that but he was once again, out like a light. Climbing onto the bus, you held on tightly to the railing before climbing the steps to the back of the large vehicle, sitting just a seat away from the boy in the back row. At this point, perhaps you should transfer into his school in order to watch over him as you took the same bus route home. More people got on the bus. You didn’t want Suna to get robbed of his personal belongings so you scoot closer to where he sat until you were practically pressing up against him. You noticed the familiar surroundings as the bus got closer to your stop, opting to gently shake Suna awake. “Hurry, we have to get off soon.” He wasn’t surprised to hear your soft cries out of nowhere. He just got used to living with the fact that you would always be there for him. “Okay, let’s go home.”

Todoroki - the hot new transfer student you bump into at the corner when you’re running late who also happens to be your new next door neighbor

My Next Door Neighbor Totoro. The rare movie was being shown in the cinemas and living almost half an hour away from the nearest movie theaters, you ran through the streets of your small neighborhood as you tried to get the bus station. Turning a corner, you ran down the long street, eye on the prize as the faint outline of the upcoming bus could be seen from afar. You liked to think that you were decently aware of your surroundings most of the time, often looking before you crossed the street, but you didn’t realize that it was expected to look before stopping at the corner of a small street. Bumping into a tall figure, you stumbled a few steps back in retaliation. Looking up to see red and white, you apologized profusely until the person stopped you. “Aren’t you my neighbor? I just moved in next door, I’m Todoroki Shouto.” Oh, perhaps you didn’t need the movie after all when you were living it.

Tsukishima - the mean prince of the school who seems to follow you wherever you go without meaning to

“What are you doing here? You don’t even play volleyball.” You furrowed your eyebrows, almost having to resist the urge to stop your foot in a childlike manner at Tsukishima’s unreasonable words. “I don’t have to play volleyball to support my brother, idiot.” He couldn’t tell which was cuter, the way your tiny fists had balled up in anger or how your little pout had only made you look like a murderous cupcake. It was hard enough just trying to focus on getting ready for his game with you here, but it got even harder when somebody else showed up. Slinging an arm around your shoulder, the guy opened his mouth to speak but he was cut off immediately. Tsukishima could see the disturbance on your face almost from the moment the guy showed up, leaning more towards the blond as a smug smirk grew on his lips. “Sorry, were you just about to say something to my s/o?”

Ushijima - the guy who knows nothing about love and observes from afar before trying it on you for the experience

“L/n.” You turned at your name, pounding footsteps coming closer until you were pushed back against the nearest wall, the onlooking students whispering to themselves as they observed the scene from afar. Putting an arm up on each side of your head, Ushijima trapped you sufficiently to keep you from getting out of his grasp. You stared up at him before looking away, the close proximity making your body temperature rise as he only moved to get closer to you. “Ushijima, what are you doing?” From the tip of your nose to his, there were only mere inches before he continued to close the gap even further. Just as the space between you was about to disappear his head ducked to the side where his lips pressed against the shell of your ear, whispering something only for you to hear. “Hm, you do look good under me.” 

[tokyoimagines]

✧ I’ll Always Take Care Of You ✧

❀ Summary: Megumi was hurt on his last mission so you took it in your own hands to take care of him!

❀ A/N: If I mix up the names I’m sorry, I watched Jujutsu Kaisen in three different languages and the names get mixed up a lot. I’m not a native English speaker speaker so there will be mistakes (feel free to correct me)

❀ Pairings: Megumi x Reader

❀ Warnings: Grammar Error / Fluff / Blood / Bad Language

❀ Published: 11.02.2021

❀ Words: 1.742

You couldn't believe it.

Megumi just came back from a mission that Gojo gave him a few days ago but he won’t let you allow see him. He came back a few hours ago and went straight to his room, not even looking you in the eyes. You just wanted to know if he was fine but he kept blocking every social interaction.

All you knew was that the mission included a grade 1 curse while Megumi was a grade 2 sorcerer so this shit didn’t even make sense. You were really worried, not knowing what happened.

“Megumi? Can I please come in?” it’s the fifth time now that you are were standing in front of his closed door. Shifting on your feet you waited quietly until you heard his stern voice replying. “No you can’t. Now please leave me alone.” Wow that hurt. A frustrated sigh leaving your mouth. Your best friend could be so stubborn its incredible.

Deciding if you should go to your room or just try again you saw Yuuji approaching you. “Yo!” he waved at you “He won’t let you in either?”

“No, I don’t know whats going on with him. So you also tried to talk too him?” you sigh, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. Looking at Yuuji you noticed that he also seemed kind of worried. You remember how happy he was when you first met him, this boy has definitely changed a lot.

“Well he told me to fuck off.” he said laughing. “HE SAID WHAT?”

Yuuji let out a loud laugh. “I guess he’s just really exhausted, we should give him a break and try again later” Thinking about what he just said you bit your lip. Maybe he was right and Megumi was just really tired. We’re probably just annoying him right now.

“You’re probably right. If he was really hurt he would have went to Shoko. I’ll look after him again in the evening.” you said in a monotone voice.

After the sun began to set you found yourself in the kitchen, brewing some soup. “If he won’t let me in this time I’ll pour this shit over his head!” you mumbled while stirring the soup. Grabbing a bowl of the freshly made soup you made your way to Megumis room again.  Hesitantly you knocked on the door again. “Megumi? I made you some food. I haven’t seen you the whole day, you must be hungry…” You waited nervously, biting your lip.

What if I just woke him up? Oh shit this punk will kill me.

“Leave the food in front of the door, I’ll get it later.”

Wait? Is this idiot serious right now?

You couldn't remember the last time you were this angry at your best friend because this shit just reached a whole different level. “You know what? I give a shit if you don’t want anyone to see you. Get the fuck ready because I’m coming in now”

“Y/N I dare y-” You stepped into his room, making his words die on his lips. He was laying in his bed while holding an ice pack to his lips.

Walking over to his bed and putting the soup on his nightstand you could make out some bloody tissue papers in his trash bin.

Now inspectating his face more closely you were able to see a big cut over his eyebrow and a dark purple eye. Now grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand with the ice pack away from his face, revealing a bruised lips.

“You could have just told me you were hurt.” you pressed out quietly. “You should go to Shoko”

“It’s really not that bad” he mumbled, pressing the ice against his lip again.

“That bloody shit in your trash says otherwise.” you pointed at his trash bin. “I’ll be right back, just don’t run away.”

“Where do you think I would be going looking like th-” again he was cut off by you leaving his room.

A few seconds later you came back bursting into his room again, in your hand a little package.

“Okay I guess I’ve got everything I need. Can you sit up? And put that damn ice to the side.”

Megumi put the ice on his nightstand and sat himself on the edge of his bed looking around his room. He looked everywhere but definitely not at you. After you positioned yourself in front of him you grabbed his chin softly, not wanting to hurt him any further.

“You look like shit” you said while getting out the bandages and the alcohol.

“Yeah Sherlock you don’t say” you chuckled at his stupid remark.

Putting some alcohol on a cotton wrap you padded it on the cut over his eyebrow. This angle gave you a chance to have a better look at his eyes. They were so dark, almost like obsidian. They were so deep, you almost got lost into them but Megumis hissing made you snap back. Ah right, the alcohol.

“I’m sorry, does it hurt that bad?”

“No, its fine. Just hurry please” You nodded, putting the cotton wrap away and grabbing a big band aid to put it over the cut. “This should stop the blending for now.”

“Turn your head a little bit, I need to see how badly your lips look.”

He turned his head to the side. His lips where mostly bruised but you could make out a little cut.

I can’t really patch that up but I can at least disinfect it.

Grabbing your alcohol and cotton again, you began to press it on his lips.

“Sorry this must hurt a lot”

Megumi kept quiet and just looked at you. His stare made you nervous.

Damn this boy and his beautiful eyes.

“I guess that’s all I can do for now. Do you have any more cuts or bruises I should take a look at?”

you immediately regretted your question.

“I actually got some more wounds, but I guess I can take care of them myself, it’s fine.” Oh no. If I do my job I do it correctly.

“Can you at least show them to me so I can see how bad they are. They should not get infected, you know right?”

Megumi let out a loud sight. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Damn it, I wasn’t expecting it to be on his rips. I thought they were on his arms or some shit like that. So this was the reason why he had troubles getting up. Makes sense now.

You immediately became flustered by the pure sight of his upper body. Luckily Megumi was busy trying to not look you in the eyes.

I have to touch him. Oh please no.

You quietly did your job of disinfecting and cleaning up his wounds. His skin was pale and cold to your touch. Your eyes staring right at his upper body, not daring to look him in the eyes for just one second. Megumi was just as nervous as you were but after some minutes of acting like all of this didn’t happen, he was able to look at you cleaning his wounds. How careful you were to not hurt him.

“Y/N?” he spoke softly. You instinctively looked up, becoming even more red.

“Thank you for doing this.” he said, still staring into your eyes.

You hectically looked away, fixing your eyes on his almost patched up wounds again.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. I’ll always take care of you. No matter what.”

After you finished patching Megumi up, you packed your things together, strands of hair falling in your face. Megumi pulled his shirt over his head, being fully clothed again. The situation was awkward and even tho you really like Megumi, you wanted to get out of it.

“Guess my job is done here. Text me if you need something and I’ll come over. And eat your soup!” you said smiling at him, pointing at the soup that was still on his nightstand.

You were about to turn around, when Megumi spoke up.

“You know you could just stay here, then I don’t have to text you if I need something” he mumbled while scratching the back of his neck, not even looking you in the eyes.

You heart hammered so loud, you were scarred he would be able to hear it.

Was he serious? He wants me to stay with him over the night. This boy is joking right?

“Are your sure? Like… you want me here to stay?” you mumbled. Not really knowing what to say. You’ve gotten so nervous it’s getting ridiculous.

“Only if you want to, I thought that would be the better option” he shifted around, not knowing if what he said was wrong.

“Yeah, yeah. I guess that would be better.” you agreed by rapidly nodding, almost stumbling over your own words.

This was everything Megumi needed to hear. He lifted his blanked up to signalize you to get your ass into his bed.

Hesitantly you crawled into the bed, now laying next to him.

Megumi was laying on his back. You turned around to face him. “Can I….. you know. Can I maybe lay my hand there?” pointing at his stomach. You felt ashamed for asking to literally cuddle him, but you just couldn't help it.

Everyone can sleep better when they cuddle something, right?

Megumi looked at you, surprised that you even asked him that. “If it helps you sleep, sure.”

You slowly slit your hands up his stomach and rested it right under the wound you just patched up before. Curling into his side you breathed his scent in. He smelled so incredibly good, it gave you butterfly's in your belly.

“Am I not hurting you?” you asked, referring to the position you hand was in.

“You could never. Now go to sleep, you had a troublesome day with me acting like a completely asshole.” he chuckled, patting your head once, letting his hand rest on your back.

“I guess your right.” was all you where able to say, before slowly drifting off into a deep sleep.

Megumi watched you a bit longer, questioning how you both ended up like this. He always had liked you since he first laid his eyes on you. Seeing your sleeping form curled into him, made him realize how much he cared for you.

A/N

I hope you liked this imagine. If you know things I could do better, feel free to DM me. I always want to improve myself and my writing.

Have a nice day! ♡

[gojology]

Clubs Aren’t My Thing. (2/2) (18+)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | woooo, part 2 ! as stated previously, this is heavily inspired by @/mystic-sky on tumblr or skyfelt on ao3. amazing writer, check her out (but this isn’t a direct copy, just same storyline in a way). i’m cleaning up my writing a lot, i think. maybe im getting better as well? probably not but uh i kinda gave up at the end and uh.. hope u enjoy.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Voyeurism To Some Degree, Teasing, Ripped Tights, I didn’t proof read. 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Dom! Gojo x Sub! Female Reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 4561

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | In which you finally get fucked by this mysterious, yet freakishly handsome stranger. That’s it, you just get fucked.

       The first thing you realize is how cold it is.     The wind is working against you, it seems, as you take your first step out of the warm building. Hair blows in every direction, you button up your cardigan, your breath coming out in puffs of smoke. Shivers went down your spine.    Not too far behind you, the mysterious man that you had met just an hour ago trailed behind, winking and waving at the girls confidently using him as eye-candy. Long strides, hands shoved into his pockets.    Your heart swells as you watch other woman stare flirtatiously as he gestured back at them, before their eyes set on you. He followed you like a duckling, and you’re sure to relish in how powerful it made you feel.    He walked like a model, with so much confidence. He didn’t appear as cold, his cheeks were flush and he reeked of fruity sugary alcohol, a playful grin still stubbornly on his face, 5 minutes later.    “Uber should be coming soon... I think, too lazy to check. You cold?” he slurred huskily.    You nod. For a one night stand, he was strangely kind to you.     He doesn’t say anything after that, so you opt to listen to the life around you. The clicking of high heels, the chatter, the drunken rants.     “Aw, come here.”     He didn’t give you much of a choice, though. Pulling you in to his chest, without warning. Your first instinct is to scream bloody murder, but he’s so warm, and you definitely need it.    One loose arm over your figure, his unoccupied arm dangled dangerously close to your butt. Taking in a deep breath, anticipating the feeling of being so scandalous in public, he chuckles breathily, almost like a taunt. You can feel the rumble in his chest as he cleared his throat.    You stare up at him, confused as to why you’re not feeling anything in your lower regions, before you realize what he was doing.    Rubbing your head with the once unoccupied hand, his fingers weaved into your hair as he sniffled. Something about the interaction was strangely intimate, but you don’t dare to say a word.     You inhale sharply, rubbing your face into his chest. You want to get closer, deep in bliss as he seemed to return the want back. You want to close any remaining space between the two of you, but making the first move was scary.    He yawns, and this triggers you to yawn as well. It was probably well past 1 AM by now, and you were tired.    You couldn’t hear much around you other then the honk of the growing sea of cars, some people just starting their night, and the others ending it.     “Oh shit. Our Uber’s here.” he mutters under his breath, pushing you out of his chest gently.    Whining, you try to push yourself back into his arms, he takes a quick glance down at you, traces of a faint lukewarm smile playing upon his lips. Almost like he’s saying, “Are you kidding me right now?” before taking a hold of your hand.     Fingers intertwining as if they were meant to be together, you gawk down at your hands, before looking back up at him.     There were a few issues, one, you had no idea if this man had an intent to kidnap you. Second, you didn’t know what the Uber looked like, and you’re too embarrassed to ask. Third, he was holding your hand with no hesitation, and the feeling in your chest was indescribable.    You can’t tell what he’s thinking, but you hope that it’s something along the lines of what you’re thinking. Your eyes briefly flickering over his jawline as you pondered to yourself, but what you do know is that you’re being dragged towards the presumed Uber. It’s sleek, and black, with a glossy finish, you note.    “Yo chill, I’m not gonna kidnap you, missy.” chuckling, examining your doubtful, yet frightened expression. He swung open the car door carelessly.    “After you, m’lady.” he adds, bowing and straightening, his chin up.     “Thank you, Sir Mysterious.” you give him a small smile before sliding into the sleek, comfortable seats.     His eyebrow raised, he looked at you.    “That’s a first.”     “It’s also a shit nickname, maybe that’s why you’ve never heard it.” you suggested.    “I like it. Has a nice ring to it.” a lukewarm smile played at his glossy lips.    The sly smile wipes clean off your face, he laughs at you while sliding into his designated seat, as if he owned the car.    Right. You were in a car, and it would be best for you to study your surroundings, just to make sure you weren’t being kidnapped.     The car was obviously expensive, black leather reclining seats, and a sweet offering of warmth against the chill of the midnight air.    A coffee cup idly stood in the cup holder, the driver taking a quick sip and turning his body to look at you two. Air fresheners and various trinkets dangled from the rear-view mirror, swinging back and forth     “A couple, eh? You wanna go to this address?”     The driver whipped his phone out, an address in black, bold text stood out.     “Yep.” the man says confidently.     Opening your mouth to speak, you try to inform the driver that he wasn’t your boyfriend, before your supposed boyfriend covers your mouth with his hand as soon as the driver repositioned towards the steering wheel.     You realize that his other hand is on your thigh, stroking your skin.    This newfound position was at the very least, terrifying. There was another person in the vehicle, for starters, and you weren’t exactly the quiet type when it came to, well, anything in general.     Cold, large calloused hands considerately caressed your thigh, and your breathing hitches. His other arm against his side, but you know his fingers are itching to feel you all over. You want to moan, but the driver’s presence is enough to tell you that it would be stupid.    Fingers drawing shapes, words, anything would repeatedly loop on the sensitive skin just barely. He was definitely teasing you, but you couldn’t quite fight back.    “Why don’t you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” he whispers, you anticipate the driver to look back at the two of you, and to throw both of you off the car, but he does no such thing.    Feebly, you raise your arm up, ignoring the flirtatious request. Swatting his hand away in a desperate attempt to get him to stop before it got out of hand, but he’s persistent.    It’s getting even more difficult to breathe quietly now, your body getting hotter and hotter and hotter.    It doesn’t take long for a noise to slip out from your lips that you can’t quite shut up, and the driver turns to look at you.     “So precious.” the white haired man mouths to you before quickly turning his head to look at the window, humming to himself, still caressing your thigh.     “Ma’am? Are you okay?”     About to respond, the white haired man scooched closer to you. His clothed leg now rubbing your bare skin. He whistles innocently in the opposite direction before skimming his hand against your inner thigh, and you almost shriek.    Instead, you let out a pathetic gasp.    Panning his gaze over to you, he gives you a sly, playful smirk, before looking away again.    Drawing more shapes onto your skin, he hums. It was so hard to focus, or even remember the words the driver had said literally just a minute ago. You feel yourself shiver, almost losing yourself entirely to his hands before shakily responding to the driver, praying to any divine figure in the skies that you would be coherent.     “Y-yeah. Just, spilled water on m-my clothes.” you reply, barely audible.     The driver’s eyes stared back at yours, concern etched onto his features, before sighing. Tension grew inside of you.    “Alright, if you need anything, just ask, okay ma’am?”     Trying to respond, no sound comes out of your mouth, and the reason dawns on you. Taking a quick look down, the man’s digits were now fumbling with your panties, brushing against your wetness.     It takes a moment for you to register in your brain, you thank every entity possible for preventing the inevitable slew of noises you’d make. Waves of need crashing over your body. You hungrily stare at him, hoping that he’d be kind enough to stop and save it for later.     Circling your entrance through the now utterly soaked panties, he dips his finger in, just enough so you could feel the slight pressure against your sensitive skin.    He’s fucking taunting you again.    Driver be damned, you needed him.    Opening your legs more, you confidently peer at him, inviting him to explore your body even more. His fingers are drumming against the leather surface, the other hand had retreated back to your thigh,  boldly looking at you back.     “No. I thought you didn’t want to, what’s with the change of thought?” he mouths, stifling a chuckle and a smug tone, already knowing what you were going to ask.   Bewildered, you gape at him before shaking your head curtly, making sure you’re staring daggers at his stupidly arrogant face.     “Stop fucking playing with me then!”     “You’re too cute.”    “Fine then.” closing your legs, you stare out the window, your chin sitting on the palm of your hand. Flickering blurry lights passing by quickly. Looking at your reflection, you steal a quick glance at the flirtatious bastard.     “If you’re so angry, why can’t you look away from me for 1 second?” he whispers proudly.    You can’t think of a snarky remark, so you huff and look back at the window defeatedly.    What a cocky arrogant little-    Your bruised pride burning into ashes, you grunt in response before the car abruptly halts to its stop.    Were you two too loud?    “What are you two so scared for? Freezing up like a deer in headlights, we’re at your destination.” the driver said, twisting his head around, his eyebrow slightly raised.     “Oh, yeah, thanks.”     That was way too close to comfort, and you’re resisting the urge of banging on his chest for being so overly confident in his endeavors. You open the car door, cursing under your breath, swinging your legs out and lightly stepping out.     First thing you realize in the new destination? This guy was obviously loaded.     In front of you were a bunch of condos, and it was bound to cost a lot. Modern architecture was all you could see, wide windows and balconies in every corner. Suddenly, you’re self conscious about your outfit, were you too poorly dressed?    The man hums, placing his hand on your shoulder. Plant life was meticulously placed in such a beautiful manner that you promise yourself that you would search up his name- if you ever got it, on the Forbes lists.    “Like what you see?”    Snapping out of it, you look back at him, and you nod, still astounded by his presumed riches.    “Yeah? Lets go up missy, I got more to show, in more ways then one.”  ‧₊˚✩彡.            Standing in front of his door, you realize how quiet and still the atmosphere is. He fumbles with his keys, muttering to himself, and you can’t help but wonder if you’re about to have sex with some celebrity.     Not knowing how to start conversation, you clear your throat.     “You ever going to tell me your name?”     “Aw, the little baby still wants my name.” he cooed    “Call me Gojo.” he adds nonchalantly.    “(Y/N).” you reply, ecstatic. That wasn’t too hard, but you wonder why he didn’t just give up his name to you at the club earlier. Perhaps he didn’t think he was going to take you back?    “Aw, sugar. You scared?” Gojo says, looking you up and down. Well, that’s what you assumed. He still had his glasses on.    “No I’m not, who said that?”    “Look at your legs, missy.” he cheekily replies.    Looking down, you realize you’re violently shaking, and you didn’t even realize it.    “...Maybe.” you say coyly.    He breathily chuckles, finally opening the door with the right key.    You’re surprised by the presence of such a spotless place, a large, plush black leather couch was in one corner, the other, an island. Amazingly large windows replaced what would usually be the walls, and you could see the extent of the city life from where you’re standing.      “Slip your shoes off girly, sandals on the left. Can I offer you something?” Gojo questions you, walking over to the island.     “...I’m not much of a drinker.” you reply, still standing in the doorway. You were honestly more interested in him then the small talk.     “Baby, sit down. Don’t you wanna see me up close?” he pats the cushioned island seats, and you sheepishly walk over.    “I have apple juice too. If that’s more your vibe.” you watched him swirl some melting ice cubes around in a glass of water with a spoon.    “I’m not 12.” you retort, maybe the guy wasn’t a celebrity. No famous guy has apple juice in the fridge, rather then fancy champagne and wine.     Gojo snickers, “Hey, I’m not 12 either, I’m nearing my fucking 30′s but I can never reject a good box of apple juice, plus, I teach a group of kiddos that drink this shit like it’s fine wine.”     You pause, this guy was NEAR 30? He certainly didn’t look the age, and second of all, he bought apple juice just for the kids he taught? That was surprisingly sweet, but that didn’t explain the richness.    “You’re a teacher?” you nod as he hands you a chilled box of apple juice.     “Uh, yeah.” he scratches the back of his neck. “International Japanese teacher, sometimes I just teach in Japan as well. It pays good.”     “No way you actually live here. Is this your friends place?”     He laughs loudly, “So backhanded, and sassy! Nah, this is my place. As I said, job pays well. Feel free to stop by for a good fucking.” he says whilst pouring liquor into his glass cup.    “You’re really confident in your abilities of fucking people.” you sarcastically note aloud as he slides into the comfortable tall stool next to you, drink in hand.    “Hm, you weren’t saying that when I was touching you in that car, brat. How strange.” sipping his beverage lightly.     Your mouth zipped shut, and he laughs again.     “Aw, don’t go all awkward on me.” his once vacant hand now rubbing your shoulder. Setting down his drink, taking off his glasses. He doesn’t give you much time to admire his eyes, but what you can see is an almost aquamarine color, flecks of darker blue sprinkled throughout. So brilliantly colored it didn’t look real.     Before you realize it, he leans closer into your neck, suckling your skin and lightly nibbling. His breath fanning over your delicate skin, you can’t even hold back, gasping a little as his hands played with the hem of your cardigan, tugging at it playfully.     You can’t even formulate words. He was undeniably good, his suckling now gradually getting more harsher and harsher, and you dread coming back to your friends place, neck full of hickeys, you’d be nudged for whoever did that to you for the rest of your life.     He grunts, standing up in the little space between what was his stool and yours, even on such a surprisingly tall stool he still towered over you. He has to slightly crouch before his eyes is at the level of your neck, hungrily crashing back down.      “G-Gojo!” you squeaked, struggling to do much of anything. You’re limp on the stool, slumped and burning up. Your skin was ridiculously hot.     “Hmmm?” he smiles into your neck, pausing momentarily, you can feel him exhale harshly on your skin. You look him up and down, the sexual tension between the two of you was prominent, and so was the tent in his pants.     You feel a whine creep up towards your throat, now realizing just how wet you are. Ignoring this, you gesture to your clothes. The layers were sticking to you, and you never wanted anything more then to just get the sex started.    “...Hot.” is all you can muster pathetically.     “What was, baby?” he coos at you.     “Me.” shrugging off your cardigan the best you can, you let out a subtle whine, the weird feeling growing between your legs.     “Yes, we both know you’re hot.” tipping your chin upwards to look at him, he smiles. “use your words.”     “Clothes.. Off.” you pant, obviously sick and tired of the stupid sexual tension and the teasing.     “Full sentence, girly.” he repeats, stroking your cheek with his thumb.     You inhale his scent, smelling of expensive cologne and lingering sickeningly sweet alcohol. Looking up at him, but averting your gaze as soon as you saw those incredible eyes once again.    “Look at me.” he orders.    You peer up at him, swallowing.     “P-please, take my clothes off.” you say politely.     “All it took was a few hickeys? You really are a pretty kitty.” he smiles, kissing your forehead. “Get down.”     You nod obediently, getting off the stool and looking back up at him, anticipating his next step.     He bends down, swooping you up bridal style. One arm under your legs, gripped firmly onto the skin, the other under your waist. Your arms instinctively and rather slackly around his shoulders.     You expect something, a kiss, anything, but all Gojo does is walk down an endless hallway full of doors.     You lean closer into him while pouting, hoping that’ll catch his attention, but he doesn’t say a word.     “Where are we going?” you finally ask, growing needy.    “Bedroom. I’m not fucking on the couch. Pretty princesses deserve to be nice and comfy.” he replies back, fidgeting with the door knob. For a few seconds, all you can hear is how rapidly your heart is beating inside your chest, the rustling of clothes brushing against one another, and then the feeling sets in again.     You could very well be fucking someone that was out of your league.     He breathes a sigh of relief, and before you have the time to fully study his bedroom, he throws you off of the bed with a grunt.     Gojo’s toned forearms by your side, you were obviously trapped. You can see his chain just dangle barely swing back and forth on the tip of your nose, his lips curled into a lukewarm smile.    “You were so cheeky with me earlier, where’d she go?” stroking the corner of your lips.     He doesn’t give you the time to respond, instead locking lips with you and rolling over to be on your side. It starts off small and soft first, but it gradually grew hot. The fluttering in your chest only intensified. Tongues exploring every inch of one another’s mouth, you swear you can taste mint. The anxiety melted off of you like wax, and the only thing he could focus on was how soft you felt against his lips. Delightfully experienced enough for it to be good, but not better then him.    The smell of him was stronger now, and you’re sure you won’t be able to leave without some of it remaining on your clothes. Regardless, it was an addicting smell. Something you needed to come back to. Furiously exhaling through both of your noses, he finally lets go.     Dazed, your whole body tingles. You want him to claim you all as your own, hungrily staring at him for more. Both of you were radiating heat. The kissing left little for thought, and all you can think about is kissing him once again. It seemed that the more you spent with him, the more demand you had for his attention.    “Such cute noises. Makes me want to ravish you more.”     Gojo tenderly pulls you in, claiming your mouth as his once again. Fumbling with your cardigan, yanking it off of your body. Large, hot hands brushing against your now semi-exposed skin, and you know he wants more. His hands brushed against your butt under your skirt, and you shiver just a bit.     Pulling out from the kiss, he looks at you, panting heavily.     “So beautiful.” he murmurs, brushing his thumb against your swollen lips.     “You wanna know why they call me the best?”     You nod, his arm snakes above your waist, forcefully flipping you down head first into the blankets.     Just now realizing that all your clothes are no where to be found, presumably on the floor, you shiver at the cold air conditioner blowing against you. That is, besides your skirts and your tights.     “On your arms, baby. Knees too.” he instructs, patting your butt.     You obey, a warmth rushing to your cheeks again. He had you like a dog being trained by it’s owner, following their every order.     “Good girl.” he says under his breath.     You’re about to tell him that you’re still wearing tights, about to open your mouth, you heard a loud rip disturb the peaceful atmosphere, and a cold exposure to your lower regions.     You squeal, digging your face into the covers, and he chuckles again.     “Oh baby. You were begging for this, I can see why now.” you felt him drag his fingers against your panties, and you whimper.    “So impatient for my touch, aren’t you kitty? You’ll have to wait.”     About to complain, you look back at him before you find him shoving you down, sitting on your knees now, your nipples hardened in the air, but you want to be stimulated else where.    “Be patient, and you’ll be rewarded, no complaining.”     “But-” he cuts you off.     “Don’t fucking talk over me, you got that?”     “...Yes sir.”      His eyes soften, and he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before his hands brushed against your nipples, rubbing them with his thumb. Rolling the sensitive bud, you loudly moan, trying to express that you wanted more.    “God, you’re so cute.” he says under his breath, still rubbing and now slightly pulling them. Placing his mouth upon the abused buds, you stifle a cry out.     Gently suckling, he used his other hand to play with the other attention-starved nipple mildly.     You whine out again, beginning to melt under his stupidly experienced hands and mouth. The attention was nice, but you needed it some place else, his eyes looked up at you, his wet mouth still suckling your breast.     Taking his wet mouth off your nipple, he looked at you, mischief still evident on his face.     “You like that?” he says,  cocking his head to his side.    “I-If I say anything, It’ll fill your stupid ego.” you breathed.     “And if you don’t say anything I’m not doing shit.” his hand now rubbing your butt.     “You ripped my tights!” you spat back.     “I’ll pay for it and more, no bother babygirl. Now tell me what I want to hear.”      He obviously wasn’t lying, he could probably turn any girl into putty if he just wanted to, and here you were, in the palm of his hand.     “...Please touch me more.” you uttered shamelessly.    “Good girl. On your back, spread those pretty little legs for me too, why don’t you?”     Lying down on the plush mattress and warm pillows, you stare at the ceilings.    You peered at him starting where he left off. Giving you faint, yet chaste kisses on your breasts, trailing kisses down your stomach.     “Aw, your panties are absolutely fucking soaked baby, how cute.” he cooed, parting the soaked fabric to the side.     You look at him undress thoughtlessly, but you’re sure he’s done this several times. He did it with little to no effort, but that would mean that you’re not special.    It would be useless to think about right now, you were gonna have the dicking of your lifetime anyway, it was called a one night-stand for a reason. The mountain of clothes grew taller.    Growing impatient, you look up to where he was once standing, only to find him already in between your legs.     “So pretty.” Gojo purred, circling your entrance just as he had done previously in the car ride, you squeak.     “So lucky this is all mine.”     Gojo had figured he could add, “for the night.” but that strangely felt wrong.     He dips his fingers into your walls, and you cry out. Wrapping around his digits, sobbing, this wasn’t enough to satisfy your cravings.     “You want more?” he huskily said, a tone of playfulness still rampant.     “Yes! Please, just fuck me!” you croaked, already damn near about to cum from the teasing.     “That’s my girl.” he whispered under his breath, slipping off boxers you didn’t even realize were there in the first place.      He doesn’t give you a chance to see his full length, instead ramming inside of you. You inhale sharply at the sudden disruption.     The throbbing evaporated into thin air, and you’re desperately grabbing at the sheets to steady yourself. Sweaty and sticky skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the room, along with your moans and his grunts. You could feel him reaching heights that you would never be able to do with the dildos you had at your house, much less your fingers. One hand on your waist to steady your flailing body, the other, roughly groping your breast.    You were finding it hard to think, pleasure and euphoria filling your senses. Unknowingly, you wrap yourself around Gojo even harder then before.     “Fuck, baby, I can barely pull out.” he panted. “you’re too tight.”      You can’t even begin to respond, still deep in your state of pleasure, instead responding incoherently with a jumble of delicate moans and gasps in between.     “C-cum!”      “Hm? Repeat that princess?” he soothed.    You’re unable to respond again, instead you try to lift your head up, and Gojo feels himself throb again, watching your eyes flutter back.     It’s not until it’s too late, realizing a hot fluid flow down your holes. He pulls out, he himself ejaculating on your stomach.     Both muscles stretched taut, you both laid on the bedsheets, sweating and panting.     “Fuck, I haven’t had a girl like you in a while.” he says, turning his head to look at you. Strands of hair stuck to your forehead.     “R-Really?” he kissed your forehead, tipping your chin with his long fingers.     “Yes, really. I’m so lucky I spotted such a pretty little thing at a club.”      The sun was starting to rise, you note, and you realize just how perfect his body is with the new light.     A sudden warmth on your cheeks, you look down, still panting.     “Clubs aren’t my thing.” you said breathlessly.     “Fuck. It’s 5 AM” he says, eyes now glued to his phone, ruffling his white hair.     “I’ll go-”     “No, here, lets take a shower with each other, and then we sleep.”      “Okay.” you responded, hoping to not make conversation, still believing that he was a celebrity.     He handed you his phone, rubbing the back of his neck.     “Can I get your number?”     “...Why?” you questioned.     “...To call you back again, duh.” he teases, rubbing your head.      No way, he wanted you back at his house?      You?    Not wanting to fuck up your chances, you nod, something was growing inside of you, and you weren’t quite sure what it was, but you knew he made you feel special.    

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Force of The Arcana (JJK Fanfiction)

The Fool [00]

Name: Kohaku Toshiko

コハク || 琥珀 (last name: amber) 敏子 (first name: quick, clever, sharp, child)

Distinctive Traits: Jade rim glasses, Four birthmarks (nose/ right tip, left under eyes/middle cheek, under lip/left side, the right side of lip) Tattoos: each major arcana card (full sleeve on both arms)

Stands at 167 cm || 5′5

Her hair is naturally curly but she straightens it every four days because she doesn’t wash her hair often.

Likes: Milk Tea (especially Earl Gray), Horror Movies, Fried Foods, Pie. || Dislikes: Pickles, Pastries with vanilla filling, learning new things because she doesn’t know how to do them.

Likes wearing clothes that accentuate her body, especially her breast. Wear loose pants, hate jeans. Would rather wear a maxi dress than pants, usually her go-to.

According to Gojo and Nanami, she tends to be very quiet around new people but she will speak up if she disagrees. She’s known to make other people hate her because she’s afraid of getting close to others because at some point- “everyone dies… and I’m afraid of getting hurt.” She doesn’t like crying around others, although she’s a well-known cry baby and soft (to the ones who know her) she has a very cold exterior.

Kin(s): Oikawa Tooru. Zenitsu Agatsuma. Armin Arlert. Bakugo Katsuki.

Abilities and Powers

Special Grade 1. Only the Zenin family are in this category, had to fight every member, and almost lost until it became dark hours of the night and she was able to use the Moon technique to cause fear and defeat Ogi Zenin. Enhanced strength and speed. To use her ability, her tattoos must be cut (whichever arcana she needs to use, she has to cut the tattoo that correlates). The cut is there until the clock strikes 12 am, they heal on their own.

Jujutsu: Using the power of Major Arcana, she has 22 techniques in total. Can only use up to five of them a day. The moon and The sun are separate from the other 5, she can use these at any hours of the day, as much as she wants. Physical attacks are close, if not equal to Megumi and Maki. Weapon mastery, thanks to Suguru Geto (her former classmate/partner).

 The Fool: Manipulation of the air due to its element.

The Magician: Illusion. Is able to create false realities. Has the most powerful domain (Barrier/Domain Technique)

The High Priestess: Just by touching their throat she makes someone lose their voice or make their vocal cords explode.

The Empress: Along with touch, she can make someone feel void. Almost like Gojos infinity but not even close as strong as his.

The Emperor: Mind control over people

The Hierophant: Is able to predict 1 minute of someone attacks but only once every 10 minutes.

The Lovers: Only seems to activate when a friend or partner is in danger, the most powerful technique as it usually only stores power for so long.

The Chariot: Mind control over curses

Justice: Able to tell when someone is lying. Very rare that she uses this power unless it’s really needed.

The Hermit: Opposite of feeling void- being able to feel true inner power.

Wheel of Fortune: Able to predict inevitable fate, she cannot change this fate because she only sees their fate moments before it happens. With this, she is able to flash their happiest memories into their sight moment before death.

Strength: Can bring out the strongest in someone or the weakest (by touch)

The Hanged Man:  Able to take physical damage for someone. This can cause death, death is not inevitable.

Death: Decay by touch. 

Temperance: Can make hours feel like minutes (rare use).

The Devil: Can defect any curse, only by sharing blood.

The Tower: Never used before. Can cause world destruction.

The Star: Can heal, small wounds only. Cuts, bruises, and small fractures.

The Moon: Emits fear, can only use it during the night. 

The Sun: Can make someone tell the truth, can only be used during the day. 

Judgment: Domain of mirrors, can hide inside the mirror as an illusion. (Barrier/Domain technique)

The World: Can ease someone. Put them at peace, no matter the cause.

Relationships

During her High School days, she was in a romantic relationship with Geto Suguro. It was very unintentional. During their first year, they were rivals to see who would become more powerful than Gojo but during a mission, Suguro was at the brink of death, she used her Hanged Man technique and almost sacrificed her life for him. It was the first time she ever cried in front of him. Her hand placed over his bloody chest cut the tattoo of the hanged man. “No, no- what are you doing?” Geto muttered. “Haku- stop it.” 

“Shut up, and let me… let me do this, please. I- I can’t do this by myself. I know I can never surpass Gojo, but you- I haven’t surpassed you yet so you can’t die on me now.”  Kohaku’s hands began to glow moments before Getos injuries retracted to her’s. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” She nodded moments before falling face-first into his lap. “You better not die of me, Toshiko.” Ever since that day, their relationship was never the same. Their rivalry kept going but there was something different about it- they thrived to make each other stronger. They began dating the summer going into their second year. When Geto decided to use his Jujutsu for evil (they are now in their third year), Kohaku sat outside with him, nowhere near their school. “You know I’ll never forgive you for this, right?” With her head on his lap, Geto brushes her hair to the side. “I know… But that’s not going to stop me from loving you.” Haku gave him a sad smile and hid her eyes under her forearm. “Don’t hide your eyes from me, Kou.” He dragged his index finger against her ring finger, “You took off the promise ring…? She nodded, pulling a necklace out of her uniform. “I can’t forgive you for what you’ve done but I know that the Suguro I once knew is in there. And I know I won’t stop loving him.”  Haku wrapped her arms around him, gripping his old uniform. Every now and then, he watches over her. The way she’s grown and moved. How she began to love another man. He still cared about her, but not the way he used to.

Her relationship with Gojo Satoru is a very brother/sister relationship. It’s basic. They’ve known each other since they were children. She’s always felt second to him, he was raised like a god, while she was an outcast. Although Gojo’s power was raised every 1000 years, yours was new- and no one knew how to deal with it as she was the first sorcerer in her family in decades. They grew a lot closer after Geto betrayed them, making sure they were okay every night. At some point, their relationship became romantic until they realized what they were doing because of grief. This didn’t make their relationship any different after that. Now at age 27, she co-teaches alongside him. She enjoys the young presence of Itadori, Fushiguro, and Nobara. Gojo def makes fun of the fact that she isn’t young anymore- Haku hates getting old.

Her relationship with the kids is very much mother-like, especially with Itadori and Fushiguro, when it comes to Nobara- she’s more of a little sister that she never wanted but cares for very much. Fushiguro has had a crush on Haku ever since she met her as a little kid. The first time he met her, he was in awe of how she looked like a mean person but she cared for him as if he was her own.

Nanami Kento, her new romantic partner. Very much a rare pair. During their high school days, Nanami looked up to Kohaku and he thought he felt stupid for it. It was quite obvious he has a very lovable admiration, and clear that he never really liked Geto so when he betrayed Haku- he was the first to comfort her (other than gojo). Although a year apart, every night, they sat up on the roof and just spoke. He was the only one who understood her, being the only sorcerer in their family and all. “I’m sorry about Geto...” Haku let out a dry laugh, dropping her head back. “No you aren’t... You never liked him.” Nanami covered his mouth and chuckled lightly, “Don’t laugh you asshole.” Haku, shoved her elbow into his side. “I really am sorry... You loved him and he hurt you, he’ll never be forgiven because of that.” Haku rolled her eyes. “Don’t get all sappy on me now.” She sat up, stretched her arms and stood up, her face leaning into the moonlight. Nanami watched as her shoulders raised up to her jaw, and as soon as her shoulders dropped: she began to break into tears. “Woah,hey, hey... Come here.” Kohaku shook her head and crossed her arms, a light sob coming from her mouth as she began to step. “No- I’m f-fine. I prom-mise.” Nanami shook his head, and pulled on her arm. “You’re not fine... I know you’re not. It’s been days since he’s left,  and you’re not the same.” She shook her head again and put the palm of her hands up to him chest as he reached out to her. “I- I love him, I loved him and he betrayed me! Why’d he betray me! Us!” That night he held her in his arms as she cried. “Promise you won’t leave me Nanami.”

Authors Note: This will be a fanfiction. 

This is a Nanami x oc x Geto (ex/past relationship)