#gojo satoru comfort

[1-800-kami]

R U MINE? feat. gojo satoru

gojo satoru has got to be the picture definition of a stereotypical college frat boy. he’s cocky, loaded with his daddy’s money, and dangerously handsome. it seems like common sense to stay away from him since you’ll never get more than a one-night stand out of it. 

that’s why you choose to turn a blind eye once you’ve come to the horrific realization: you’re in love with him. and you’re just itching to ask…

“are you mine tomorrow? or just mine tonight?”

IMPORTANT: part two is out! read here :)

content: 8k words, afab!reader, angst! fluff! heartbreak! n everything in between! implied smut, rich college frat boy gojo and hellcat driver geto 🤑, emotional rollercoaster, reader has a toxic ex, trust issues (?) gojo is absolutely insufferable, misunderstandings, use of words hoe, slut, etc., mutual pining, some jjk character cameos (wink wink) me writing very unfunny dialogue, no bc wtf is this, cheating implications, emo gojo (the worst warning of them all)

author's note: hello hello! my name is kami, i've been reblogging fics on tumblr for a while now but i've recently figured out how to work this hellsite, so i'm going to start posting fics that i write! thank you to those who enjoyed my nanami drabble <3 kisses 4 u all.

this fic IS split into two parts (update: part two is now out!! linked here 2 read) and there is smut in the second part. so just. prepare yourselves for that ig.

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“so… let me get this straight.”

“go ahead.”

shoko takes a deep breath, and you just somehow know that she’s pinching her nose in exasperation right now. “utahime dragged you out to a party in hopes that you would hit it off with somebody. you wander off on your own and later, she sees you and gojo–THE gojo satoru–giving you his number?!”

“uh, yeah. that’s exactly what happened.”

“do you even understand what you’re getting yourself into?! that man bags hoes like they’re pokemon!” you readjust the phone against your ear and sigh at shoko’s comment. 

“okay, first of all, never say that again. second, i rejected all of his advances. i didn’t even save his number.” you stare at the crinkled-up note in your hands, which proudly displays his number and a slick call me if you change your mind ;). you wonder if you could sell this paper to his fangirls–you’d surely make a little bit of cash out of it. “i’ve seen gojo around. i know that i shouldn’t mess with him. plus, he was drunk as hell at the party; i doubt he even remembers my name. to him, i’m just some chick that he’s frustrated at because she didn’t want to fuck him the second she saw him.”

“do you… do you share any classes with him?”

“i don’t think i do.. just, don’t worry about it, okay? i’ll throw away his number and we can put all of this behind us. here, i’ll do it right now.” you rip up the paper into a few pieces before tossing it in the garbage can. hopefully, you did it loud enough that shoko heard it through the phone. “i get that you’re worried for me. and i appreciate that, but i can handle myself.”

“just… no more mention of gojo anymore, okay? you’re right, y/n. let’s just put this all behind us.” shoko sighs, and you smile at that. problem solved. you threw away his number, and he’s most likely moved on to the next girl by now, so that was that. now, you just have to forget about satoru gojo.

all to never let yourself get hurt ever again.

it’s hard to forget about gojo.

not because of those dangerous blue eyes of his–getting anyone lost in them if they stare for too long. not because of his stupid silvery white hair, which makes him look like a mop, and sometimes like a paintbrush. not that stupid cocky grin of his, either…

...but because you’ve recently found out that he sits next to you for physics.

the revelation was truly disheartening. you thought you could avoid him for the rest of the year because as far as you knew, you shared no classes with him. however, you completely forgot about the fact that gojo never attends class in the first place, and you don’t even know what classes he’s in… because he’s never there. so finding out that the seat next to you in physics wasn’t just an empty seat, and it was gojo’s assigned one, was truly an experience.

“gojo.” the name alone makes your heart stop, and you drop your pen to look at the man your teacher was addressing. “finally choosing to attend class for once?”

speak of the devil.

there he was, in all his glory–the man you’d never thought you had to deal with ever again. the man who tried to butter you up with his corny sweet talk so that you would go home with him for the night. the man who persisted with talking to you, even though you were barely interested. the man, who, at the end of the night, insisted on writing down his number for you in case you changed your mind about him and gave him a chance.

you wanted to shrink into your seat and never resurface. 

“good morning, yaga!” he says rather loudly, with no regard to honorifics at all. a few giggles could be heard across the classroom–though geto suguru’s voice was prominent–satoru’s equally as infamous bestfriend. “and yeah! it’s surprising, isn’t it?”

what’s also surprising is how gojo took a seat next to you. you thought that there was a mistake, that your teacher would scold him for sitting somewhere he isn’t supposed to sit and relocate him elsewhere. however, yaga just grumbles and begins the lesson, leaving you helpless and unable to look at the man next to you.

you swear he’s burning holes at the back of your head.

pleasdon’tremembermeisweartogodpleasedon’trememberme-

“you’re that girl from the party, right?” he whispers, and you’ve never wanted to disappear so badly in your life. you slowly nod your head, turning to look at him, and he pouts. “y/n l/n. you never saved my number. hmph, i was looking forward to a text from you, too.”

“i’m surprised you even remember me, 'cause you were fucking wasted that night.” you twiddle your pencil, averting your gaze from the man. “and i never saved your number cause i threw the paper in the trash. it’s probably at a landfill somewhere, y’know.”

your words catch him off guard, and you laugh at how surprised satoru looks. it seems that’s definitely not an emotion he shows often. despite his initial reaction, satoru swears he could feel butterflies with the way your laugh sounds.

“not a common problem for a womanizer, huh?”

“what did you just call me?!-”

“y/n and gojo, do either of you have something to share with the class?” a dark blush of embarrassment covers your face, and somewhere in the back, you could hear geto snickering. gojo just smirks at yaga, seeming completely uanffected. “then i’d suggest you stay quiet the rest of this lesson. don’t make me separate you two.”

“i’d prefer that, actually…” gojo huffs at your comment, thinking of this as a lost opportunity if the two of you get separated. he does a once over at your appearance. you’re cute, but definitely not the party kind. you’re playing hard to get, and gojo finds it adorable–not a lot of girls go that way with him. however, gojo thinks you’re not just like any girl. there’s something different about you that intrigues him.

“did no one ever tell you that it’s rude to stare?”

“how could i not? you’re so cute.” 

“i thought you already learned from the party, gojo. i’m not interested in you.” 

the light blush coating your cheeks says otherwise. he smiles cheekily at the way you tried to hide your reaction to his words. you’re an enigma to gojo… and he’s drawn to you like a moth to a flame. he thinks he’s made his decision.

he’s gonna do whatever’s possible to get your number.

when the bell rings 30 minutes later, you shove your notebook into your bag, eager to finally leave the class that you had with that stupid paintbrush. that is, until he stops you with a question. “what class do you have next?”

he’s relentless. “why do you care?”

“i want to walk you to your next class,” he says, and smirks before saying his next words. “it doesn’t really matter if you tell me or not. i’ll just follow you anyways.”

you sigh, absolutely exasperated with him. he’s like a fly who keeps invading your personal space—always coming back no matter how many times you swat it away. he’s right, though. damn him for being stubborn. “i actually have this period free.”

“oh, sweet!” he chirps, walking with you out the door, making sure to greet geto before he leaves the classroom. “let’s go to the courtyard. i’ll buy you a drink from the vending machine-“

“i was gonna do that regardless if you were here or not.” you give him a look, and you can’t help but tug on your sleeves when you see people whisper to each other as you walk the halls with gojo. of course you’ve heard the rumors. the man next to you is the most popular guy on campus. girls glare daggers at you and the guys call his name, although he barely even acknowledges them. 

some common things that you’ve heard about gojo around the school are: “i heard he only talks to girls for sex,” “apparently his best friend geto is just as much of a player!” “i mean, who wouldn’t fuck a guy like gojo, though? he’s hot and loaded.” “that’s how he reels you in, though. he gets his hand in your pants and never calls you back again.” you know you should stay away from him, it’s common sense, but it’s hard to stay away from him when he’s the one who glues himself to your side. 

“well, now you’ll get a free drink and we’ll get to know each other! isn’t that great?” he smiles and you just grimace at his words. 

“i don’t need your money…”

“don’t care! can’t hear you!” he says, and you’ve seriously considered just making a run for it. at least you’ll lose him, and you’d finally be able to find peace for a bit. although, it would cause a scene, and gojo would probably end up finding you again somehow. 

“what can i do to get you to leave me alone?”

that piques his interest, even though he looks slightly hurt by your question. he thinks for a bit, and smirks. “i really do want to buy you something from the vending machine.. and i want you to spend your free period with me. i’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day if you do.”

“do you promise? like, actually?”

“mhm! pinky promise!” you feel like you’re talking to a prepubescent boy.

“then sure-“ you’re about to agree, but he cuts you off with one more condition.

“i also want your number.”

you feel like you’ve been cursed by a god, because having the most popular guy on campus be interested in you has got to be the most chaotic thing to ever happen in your life.

“what do you have me saved as?” 

the question comes from out of the blue, and you look up from the book you were completely absorbed in. you and satoru were at the school library, on a “study date” as he calls it, although it was more so just gojo inviting himself to wherever place you go, as per usual. this time, you have an exam to study for, and you explicitly told him not to bother you unless absolutely necessary.

you do have to say, though, he’s not annoying as you thought he was. he just nagged you way more the first day he sat next to you in physics so he could get your number. it’s been a few days since then, but still, you’d definitely be more efficient in your studies if you didn’t have him attached to your hip all the time.

“satoru, i told you not to bother me-“

“unless absolutely necessary. yeah, i heard you, and this question needs an absolutely necessary answer! contact names really say a lot about our relationship, y’know.”

“relationship? nobody ever said we were even friends-“

“don’t break my heart like that, babe. plus, you don’t call me gojo anymore! it’s satoru to you now,” his heart warms at that realization, and you scoff, especially at the pet name. “we are friends, unless you’d like to be something more...”

“if you say anything else i’m calling you by your government name. gojo satoru.” he looks especially wounded by that.

“ah! don’t do that, please. it feels like we’re a married couple and you’re really mad at me.” he cries and you can’t help but giggle at his words. you decide to entertain him a little bit, fishing through your pocket to find your phone. 

he almost passes out at what he sees on your screen.

“it’s just my number? you didn’t even save my contact?!-“

the shushes from your fellow students and the librarians aren’t even enough to calm gojo’s agony and despair. it also does nothing to stop your laughter, either.

from that day on, gojo’s contact was forcefully changed from his number to “satoru” (he initially added a heart, but you deleted it, much to his disappointment) and one of his many selfies from his stupid instagram account. how the hell can a college student even have thousands of followers?! you think. 

gojo just says that nobody can resist his shirtless post-workout selfies. you’re surprised that you didn’t slap him at his words.

you push him away.

everytime gojo buys your favorite drink, (it’s always on him, despite your genuine insistence in saying that you could pay for your drink just fine.) everytime he walks you to all of your classes each day, (he memorized your schedule just so he could do this) everytime he buys you your favorite foods on the rare instances that you let him take you out for lunch, (usually, this requires a lot of begging, and you mostly relent during class when you’re just exasperated and wanted to get some notes down.), and everytime he calls you by those stupid pet names of his, you think back to what the entire student body says about him, and you think back to your phone call with shoko, where she warns you to not associate with him so you don’t get hurt by anyone ever again, and you push him away.

you push him away even when you realize that if he just wanted you for sex, he would’ve stopped chasing after you when you didn’t text him after that night at the party.

and that thought alone scares you.

still, you’re not heartless. satoru’s been asking to take you out for a while, and you finally agreed to go today. he’s especially chipper about your agreement right now, walking with a slight pep in his step as he bit around his ice cream cone. 

the park boasts some beautiful scenery today, and little children are out and about. still, you underestimated the weather, and the cold uncomfortably nipped your arms as you internally cursed yourself out for wearing just a shirt. you crossed your arms as a subtle way to shield yourself from the cold.

“don’t play coy with me, y/n. are you cold?” satoru says with a cocky grin, and you huff at his question. surprisingly, he drops the teasing act and unzips his sweater, handing it to you. “here, take it.”

“satoru-“

“i’m not doing this to flirt or whatever you’re thinking right now. you’re shivering, and i’m just concerned for you, so please wear it.” he deadpans, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him be so… upfront? you kind of like it. it’s not him teasing you or him being flirty. it’s just him showing that he genuinely cares for you as a friend. you take the sweater with a nod and put it on, ignoring how your heart is thumping as you take in his signature smell. cedarwood with a little bit of musk. it’s not an overpowering scent, but it still envelopes your senses.

“nevermind. you look so cute with my hoodie on. i feel like we’re in a j-drama right now, y/n!”

you take back everything you just said.

a few minutes later, you two are near the kids playground when you decide to take a break from walking, sitting on a nearby bench with gojo. the chirping of the birds and the wind passing through the trees is quickly overpowered by loud crying. crying from the child right in front of you, in fact.

you’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but satoru beats you to it. he kneels in front of the kid, and coos, “hey, buddy. what’s your name, hm?”

he stops crying for a moment to look at gojo and shakily responds, “gumi-um, megumi fushiguro..” 

“megumi, huh.” he clicks his tongue for a moment. “why are you crying, megumi?”

“i-i don’t know where my dad is!” he cries, and satoru looks to you for help. you just shrug, unsure of what to do with the lost kid, until gojo’s face lights up, assumingly with a great idea.

“he’s most likely just around here somewhere. you can wait with us, and we’ll help you find him! say, do you want an ice cream to help you feel better, megumi?” the boy hesitantly nods, and satoru gives him a thumbs up as he takes him to the nearby ice cream stand. you’re watching this entire scene unfold, absolutely enamored with gojo for the first time. you didn’t think he had a natural talent with kids—but the way he’s making megumi laugh while he happily snacks on his ice cream says otherwise. an outsider could look at you three and assume that you’re just a happy family. 

you try to ignore how that makes you feel.

and as you wave goodbye to megumi once he eventually is reunited with his father again, (an intimidating man who gave you two an appreciative nod as he walked away with his son.) you realize something as you tug on the sleeves of your-satoru’s sweater. 

you’re in love with gojo satoru.

and fuck, that revelation scares you more than anything. the last time you had given your heart to a man, he had crushed it repeatedly until you decided that you would never let yourself be vulnerable like that ever again. 

and now, you're in love with your school’s notorious playboy—and it feels like you’re setting yourself up to be heartbroken again. you want disregard those rumors and shoko’s words so badly, but they still eat at the back of your mind even though the real gojo satoru is right in front of you, and he doesn’t match the characteristics of the gojo satoru in those rumors at all.

you also remember that he has one real best friend, geto suguru. you like to think that this is also what geto sees in gojo. the reason why he’s stuck around.

the reason why you want to stick around too.

you’re so busy in your head that you’ve just noticed gojo frantically waving his hand in your face. “earth to y/n? oh, good! i thought you had, like, a shock reaction from seeing megumi’s father. he looked a little scary, no?” 

“he looks like if a muscle came to life and started talking.” you whisper, and he laughs in agreement. burying your hands into the pockets of his hoodie, you smile. you don’t want to think about your current revelation with gojo right now. instead, you’ll stick with the present. and right now, you like the present.

you just don’t want to think about what this means for your future.

it’s the weekend, and you’re doing some work at the local cafe, gojo-free for once. only god knows what the man is doing at three pm in the afternoon on a saturday. not like you should be thinking about him right now, though. his presence alone has caused you to be behind on your studies, and you need to make sure you catch up.

you have to admit, you were a little unused to the silence. usually, the silence would be filled with gojo’s endless banter with you, as well as his terrible, corny jokes that are so stupid you can’t help but laugh. his seemingly never-ending presence was annoying at first, but now, you’re starting to yearn for his company.

it further fuels the pit of uncertainty in your stomach, and you hate it.

shaking your head with a sigh, you take another bite of your pastry and continue typing up the report on your laptop. the looming thought of this report’s impact on your grade and the need to pass this class helps you forget about satoru for a while. once again, you get lost in your academics.

the ring of the cafe bell breaks you from your trance. it was a natural impulse of yours to glance at everyone who entered the cafe, but once you did this time, you felt your heart drop down to your knees.

it was your ex. 

your ex boyfriend who destroyed the notion of love for you, because he made you feel it for a short time, only to throw it all into a pit of fire and leave you scrambling to find nothing but ashes. 

if you had to find the true roots as to why you’re so afraid to pursue a new relationship–you always find your ex in the center of it. and now, he’s right in front of you. you have to face him again when you refuse to shamefully admit that you’ve barely even healed from the emotional scars that he’d left behind. 

you feel as if an invisible hand has wrapped itself around your throat, blocking your airways and your ability to speak.

out of all the days satoru wasn’t here with you, it had to be this one.

“y/n? is that you, sweetheart?” you wanted to vomit at the way he said your name. he had no right to say it so sweetly, when all he’s ever left behind is venom. 

“i don’t want to talk to you.” you cringe at the way your voice cracks, and you avert your gaze from him.

“please, just hear me out for a minute, baby..” he coos, and you hate the way he talks to you as if you were a child. “i know i fucked up, and i can’t change our past… but i can change our future together. if you take me back, i’ll show you how much i’ve changed-”

you don’t know how many times you’ve heard that stupid line before.

“god, you sound like a broken record with how many times you’ve pulled that bullshit on me.” you spat, loud enough to draw commotion in the cafe. your ex has surprise written all over his face–most likely due to your non-compliance to his words. “what, do you say that shit to all your hoes?”

your ex looks around, shrinking a little when he sees all eyes are on him. “now, now, y/n, no need to be like that-”

“be like that… be like that?! you’re telling me to be civil when you’re the one coming in here wanting me back, spouting some bullshit saying that you’ve changed, when i told you to leave me alone already!” you scream, and you could feel the tears bubble up in your eyes. you look down, so you aren’t able to see how everyone’s staring at you with pity. god, you hate pity. it makes you feel weak and vulnerable. the two emotions you absolutely loathe. “i just want you to leave me alone, god. i hate you, why won’t you just-”

“you fucking bitch-” he makes a move to lunge at you, and you instinctively take a step back, pure fear enveloping your senses.

you never feel the impact, though, as you see your ex being restrained by the cafe worker.

you remember him. the man who took your order earlier. he was an older man with a warm smile on his face, although you noticed how his cheekbones were slightly sunken, and he looked a little overworked. you jokingly quipped earlier that he should get some sleep before thanking him for making your order. he just replied, i get that quite a lot.

the size difference between your ex and the man is enough to discourage him from fighting back. he makes quick work your ex, dragging him out the door while he hysterically screams profanities to you on the way out. you assumed the worker threatened to call the police, because your ex scrambled up from the ground and ran away. you hoped this was the last time you would ever see him again.

“are you okay, ma’am? he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

you didn’t even realize that the worker was back inside the cafe. everyone was gradually returning to their own businesses, with the eerie silence being replaced by casual chatter once more. you also didn’t realize how much your hands were shaking, and you huff out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “y-yeah, i’m alright, and he didn’t hit me. i just… need a minute,”

you decide that you aren’t gonna get anymore work done like this, so you pack your laptop into your bag and slump onto the seat with a sigh. you bury your face into your hands. “is it a long story?”

“oh, don’t even get me started.”

he laughs at that, and you ease up a little. “i told him i’d call the police if i ever see him around here again.”

“that’s good to hear. though i’d prefer if i never see him in my life ever again.”

he hums at your words, and he turns to look out the window. “it’s getting dark out. do you want me to call you a cab?”

“no need, i’ll call my boyf–my friend. i’ll call my friend. he’ll uh, pick me up.” you’re still so shaken up you barely even register what you said to him. your eyes are frantic as you turn your phone on and look for gojo’s name in your contacts. you don’t know why you want him to pick you up out of everybody. you could ask utahime or shoko right now, but you just wanted nothing more but to see gojo.

the bell rings again, and you flinch at the sound. thankfully, it was just another customer. the worker sighs. “well, these orders aren’t going to be done themselves. just wave me over if there are any other problems, okay?” 

you nod absentmindedly, and he turns to leave, but you stop him. “wait, sir, what’s your name?”

“kento nanami.”

“thank you so much, nanami. i appreciate it.” 

“i’m just doing my job.”

“your job is restraining crazy exes of college girls and kicking them out?”

“‘it comes with the job description.” he teases, and you laugh lightheartedly. “and your name is?”

“y/n l/n.”

“anytime, miss l/n. again, just please… call me over if anything happens.”

“will do…” you say, pressing the “call” button on gojo’s contact. the anxiety is hitting you again, and you take a shaky inhale. you’re surprised at how he picks up almost instantly. “hey… satoru? yeah, can you come pick me up, please? i know i don’t normally ask you to do something like this but-”

“did something happen?”

“a lot happened, actually… i’ll text you the address. please, just come soon.”

“of course, y/n.” you could already hear him running out the door, hearing the roar of his car engine coming to life. “i’ll be there as soon as possible.”

he gets to the cafe in five.

you wave goodbye to nanami, thanking him once more as you get in the passenger seat of gojo’s car. 

it’s not your first time inside here, but you still can’t help but admire how… expensive everything looks. or maybe you’re just looking around because you’re stalling, and you have no idea where to begin with satoru. 

however, you notice that he’s not asking you what happened, and he’s not forcing you to explain anything to him. instead, he switches the gear shift out of parking and says, “do you want me to take you home?”

your eyes widen at his words, and you shake your head no profusely. the last thing you want to be is home alone right now, mainly because your ex knows where you live. you know he most likely won’t go that far with you, especially since nanami knocked some sense into him… but the possibilities still scare you. you take a deep breath before saying your next words.

“...can you take me to your house? i-i’m sorry for asking, i just don’t want to be alone right now cause i’m terrified and-” 

“y-yeah. i’ll take you to my house.” he says, and you’ve never seen him so nervous in your life. it almost makes you laugh.

“i’ll explain everything later. i just… wanna be somewhere safe first.” somewhere safe. you find his house as a safe place. gojo doesn’t know how to react. his heart is thumping wildly out of his chest, but he makes sure to put your own comfort before his feelings.

“you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.” he says, maintaining his cool by keeping his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift.

“but i want to, satoru…” you say. you can’t believe you’re doing this again. you’re crossing so many territories that you were so afraid to cross because of your ex. now, you think you aren’t that afraid anymore. not if you have satoru by your side. 

you place one of your cold hands on the gear stick, interlocking it with his. is he… shaking? “thank you for this.”

still. there are so many things you can’t say to him yet. you don’t know when you’ll be able to… or if you’ll ever be able to.

i love you. i love you but i’m too afraid to say it. i just hope that you’ll be able to wait for me.

“god, you’re killin’ me here, y/n.” 

that pit of uncertainty in your stomach has grown so large you feel it's about to consume you whole. you don’t think you mind much, though.

the two of you are lounging at his couch after satoru insisted on telling you to make yourself at home. there’s a movie playing, with neither of you paying attention at all, takeout on the coffee table, two glasses and a bottle of wine after gojo didn’t know what drinks to serve, and freaked out by pulling the first expensive drink out from his parents’ alcohol closet. has he never properly invited someone to his home before?

“so in short, you had a crazy ex who saw you at the coffee shop… and he was begging for you to take him back, and when you went off on him he called you a bitch and tried to hit you…” he recalls, a huge grimace on his face. “tch. the cafe worker shouldn’t have let him go like that.”

“i’m sure he learned not to mess with me after getting humiliated in public.. and nanami did more than enough for me.” you retorted, and he gave you a sour look. 

“oh, so you know the worker’s name now?” he says, and you could feel the tension build up in the air. oh. so he wants to do this with you? “what, is he your knight in shining armor?”

“he looks like he’s in his late thirties, satoru. i’m not into older guys,” you roll your eyes at his absurd questions and add, “what’s it to you anyway?”

“what’s it to me, y/n?” he repeats your words, and you could feel an argument coming, like you already didn’t have an exhaustive one with your ex. “you know how i feel about you-“

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” your voice is getting louder, all to hide your fear behind the implication of his words. you distance yourself from him on the couch.. much like how you distance yourself from letting satoru get too close to how you truly feel. “we’re not even together, satoru. you don’t get to control the guys that i talk to- hell, have you even seen yourself?”

you’re rambling, and all you want to do is shut up, but you can’t bring yourself to. “i’ve heard what our school says about you. y-you’re a playboy, right? and you only ever talk to girls because you wanna fuck them. i’m not stupid, satoru. i’m not different from any of them, right? you only chase after me because i’m playing hard to get and that pisses you off-“

“what… what are you even saying, y/n?” he asks, and it stops your rambling for a moment. you don’t know what you’re saying. you’re pouring out all the reasons why you’ve tried to push him away, the reasons why you were so afraid to give your heart to him. but now that you say them out loud, they sound outright stupid. 

“i started coming to class just to talk to you, i memorized your schedule just so i can walk you to class every morning. i buy you all your favorite food and drinks… i had to memorize your favorites too, by the way. and i have shit memory.” he’s screaming at this point, and you’ve never had satoru scream at you. there are unshed tears in his eyes, and it’s all overwhelming to watch this unfold. “and when you called me, i drove as fast as i could to you because you never call like that and i was fuckin’ worried!”

“so let me ask you a question, y/n… would i do all these things for you just because i want you in my bed?! i’d do anything for you, and you know that!” he’s crying. the gojo satoru is crying, and it’s all for a girl. if you told this to someone in your school, they’d call you a shit-faced liar. gojo satoru doesn’t cry for a girl. he makes them cry.

“i’m sorry for being skeptical, satoru! i just can’t help it when there’s so many rumors about you wanting to fuck girls just for the shit of it – and i’m conflicted on whether or not i should believe them because i want you so bad and i’m scared you’ll end up just breaking my heart and i don’t want that to happen again-”

he cuts you off. “you… what?”

you’re confused at why he looks so surprised, but then you backtrack on your words and you gasp. fuck. why did i say that? you cover your mouth and look away from him, refusing to meet his eyes.

those stupid blue eyes that you know you can’t get enough of.

“y/n… can you please say that again? i don’t want to do anything if i didn’t hear you right.” his voice is soft now, and you swear that you’re dreaming. this isn’t real. right? i’m gonna wake up soon. you dig your nails into the palms of your hands, leaving half-moon marks in their wake. it doesn’t work, and you don’t wake up, and you know you have to accept the fact that this is very real and it’s happening.

this is the worst leap of faith you think you’ve ever had to take in your life.

“i want you so fucking bad, satoru. and i’m realizing that you’re not just the stereotypical rich playboy that everyone talks about on campus—you’re a really great guy, and i guess i’m just scared to face that-” you don’t even realize that satoru’s got you cornered on the couch, and you can’t finish your words as he slots his lips against yours. hard. it’s the most passionate kiss you think you’ve ever had in your life, and it’s got your breath taken away in seconds. holy shit.

you quietly moan against his lips as you kiss back, cupping his face with your hands and wiping his tears away. you wish this moment would last forever, but you pull away so you can breathe. you meet gojo’s eyes, and they’re clouded with lust and desire, but you could tell he’s still a little uncertain. “we’ll talk later… just take me to the bedroom already,”

gojo doesn’t need another confirmation from you, and he lifts you up to carry you to his bedroom, practically tripping on his feet the way there.

a few hours later and a noise complaint from the neighbors, it’s safe to say that gojo satoru was the best one you’ve ever had.

“god, i’m never letting you go, baby.”

he’s tracing hearts onto your bare back. it’s littered with bruises and red scratch marks just from a few minutes ago, but you’ve never felt better in your life. you stare at the man who invited himself into your life just from an encounter at a party, and you thank your lucky stars that you agreed to go with utahime that night. “is something wrong? you’re starin’ again.”

“i’m sorry it took me so long to trust you. i’ve just been scared to open up my heart again, especially after him.” you don’t have to name “him” for satoru to understand. 

“i’m sorry too. i just got angry about the rumors and i also disregarded the fact that you’re scared to love again after your ex did all of that shit and-” he pauses, and sighs. “sorry. i’m rambling again.” 

he pulls you into another kiss, and this time, it’s sweeter, lighter, and full of love. “i’m going to show you what it looks like to really be loved, because it’s definitely not the shitty picture that your ex painted in your head. there’s way more to it than that.”

“i love you, y/n.”

“thank you, toru.” you whisper. maybe, one day, you’ll be able to find the courage to say it back. and it’s okay, because gojo is willing to wait an eternity for you. 

he’ll wait an eternity for you to teach you how to love again.

“look at how beautiful you are…” gojo says, appearing out of nowhere as he wraps an arm around your waist. you yelp, staring at your boyfriend through the mirror. he’s wearing a classic black tuxedo, with no doubt it being very expensive. it compliments the glimmering rolex on his wrist, and the thoughts running through your head about him and his outfit sets fire to your stomach.

“look at yourself first, toru… god, we should just stay home,” you tease, turning around to pull him into a deep kiss. it’s a friday, and gojo’s taking you out to attend geto’s party tonight. the two of you are going for several reasons. he wants to introduce you to his bestfriend, since you realized that you’ve never actually formally met geto before. it’ll also be your first formal “couple appearance”, as if gojo being attached to your side all the time doesn’t say enough about the two of you already. 

gojo pulls away, which surprises you. you pout at the expression on his face. “as much as i want to, suguru’s been bugging about you all week. i really do think it’s time for you to meet him,”

“hmph. alright.” 

“i’m tearing that dress off of you the second we get home, though.”

“satoru!”

“what?! not my fault my girl looks so damn hot all the time!”

this night is going amazing.

when satoru walks with you through the front doors, arm wrapped around your waist and the dress you picked out for tonight glimmering, you feel a little shy. the guys all whistle at the two of you, and the girls whisper amongst each other, but you and gojo don’t care. in his eyes, you’re the only girl he sees. the only girl worth being with here. 

“wanna go get drinks?” he asks you, cerulean eyes showing underneath his sunglasses. you nod, walking to the kitchen with him. you’re getting severe deja vu… you can’t believe you met gojo at the last party you were at. and now you’re at another party, with gojo as your date. you scan the crowd for utahime or shoko, wondering what you would say to them if they saw you with the man they specifically told you not to mess with.

it’s alright, though. shoko was wrong about those rumors, and gojo’s proving it to you.

“satoru!” the playful voice greets your boyfriend, and you turn to see geto suguru. you’ve seen him around campus, and he sits somewhere in the back of your chem class. you haven’t really had the opportunity to talk to him, though… and he looks a little intimidating.

“you must be y/n,” he says, offering you a freshly opened smirnoff from the drinks on the countertop. you thank him and grab the drink, taking a swig.

“yup! my lovely girlfriend,” gojo lets go of his arm around your waist to grab a drink. 

“you probably don’t know this, but i’ve been his wingman.” he smiles at gojo, who’s pouting, like he’s preparing himself for what suguru is about to say. “he’s batshit crazy for you, its insane.”

“oh? do tell.”

“when the two of you got together, he left me a voicemail at like… four in the morning? anyway, he was screaming about how he was the happiest guy in the world… or something.”

“that’s because i was!” you’re laughing at how unashamed satoru is about this.

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” geto clicks his tongue, pulling out his phone. “and he’s reposted you on insta to like, every drake song-”

“alright, me and y/n are gonna go dance.” he interrupts suguru, and drags you away from his best friend with a yelp. “nice talkin’ to you, suguru!”

“hey, i wanted to know more!-”

“shh, you don’t need to know about all of that.” the two of you are in the living room, in the midst of all the bodies dancing and grinding against each other. he pulls you close to him, and you feel his hot breath against your neck. “you look so beautiful tonight, y/n.”

“same for you, handsome. let’s dance, shall we?” you wrap your arms around him and just sway to the beat. you’ve never been much of a dancer, but everything feels natural as long as gojo’s with you. 

suddenly, the music changes, and one dance starts playing. you two look at each other, and you both burst out laughing at the same time. “have you reposted me to this song?”

“duh. it’s a classic.”

“can’t disagree with that.” you say, finding yourself grinding against satoru while wizkid’s part plays in the background. it feels like such a perfect night–you’re pulling satoru into a deep kiss, and he shoves his tongue down your throat while he’s leading you to a nearby couch. you’re seated on his lap, mimicking practically every couple in this party tonight. 

suddenly, you pull away, and you whisper, “i need to use the bathroom.” 

satoru smirks at your words, thinking that it’s a hint for something else, and you give him a sour face. “want me to join you-”

you hit his chest playfully. “that’s not code for anything, you perv. i actually need to piss.” 

he’s pouting at your words, but he lets you off his lap anyway, and holds your drink for the time being. “it’s at the second door in the hall to your right. be quick, please.”

“no duh. i’ve got a cute date to come back to,” you say, walking away and traversing all of the bodies that smell like sweat and alcohol. you’re a little unused to this environment, but it’s alright. you fix up your makeup in the bathroom and freshen up a little, walking back to the living room to find satoru again. 

you wish you never did.

you were gone for four minutes. five minutes max. you come back to satoru, and your breath hitches at the sight.

on his lap was a random chick that looked like every other girl at this party. she was practically naked, since her outfit didn’t do much to cover her skin at all.

fuck.

you remember the first time you saw gojo at the last party you went to. the sight wasn’t that different compared to the one now. there were girls all over him, all fighting for his attention. and yet, it seemed that night, his attention was focused solely on you.

what bullshit that was.

your eyes are blurry, and the music is muffled in your ears. white noise fills your senses, and all you want to do right now is run.

so you do.

you run, not caring if gojo saw you at all or not. you run out of the party, eternally grateful that you didn’t pick out heels for tonight and settled for much simpler shoes. you run, despite the fact that you drew geto’s attention. you were already out the door before he could ask what was wrong. you run, just wanting to get away from everyone and everything. you run with no particular destination in mind. you stop running when you almost get run over on a red light, the car honking at you–screaming profanities as it drives by. it breaks you from your trance, and you sit on the curb of the sidewalk, letting all of your tears out on what was supposed to be a perfect night.

of course gojo didn’t think that you were different. you were just like every other girl to him.

stupid. stupid. stupid. you’ve never felt so stupid in your life.

when geto sees you running out the door with unshed tears in your eyes, he immediately panics. what the hell happened?

he goes through every room of the house, trying to find gojo, when he hears a bunch of commotion in the living room. he runs there, pushing past everyone, only to find a total disaster inside.

he sees gojo screaming at a girl dressed like a stripper, who was on the ground with tears in her eyes. satoru looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel with how pissed he looks. there’s a crowd forming at this point, and geto knows he needs to intervene, so he drags his bestfriend away, who looks so distraught that geto could just wonder what the fuck happened.

they’re outside now, and its significantly a lot more quiet out here compared to all of the chaos inside. all the noise is coming from gojo—who won’t stop crying, and geto has no idea what to do or where to even begin. “fuck!”

“dude, what the fuck happened!?” satoru looks like he’s feeling every emotion at once. he looks pissed, pissed enough to punch a wall, and geto’s a little afraid that gojo might actually do that–or worst-case scenario, punch him. he’s crying, and geto hasn’t seen gojo cry ever since he fell off a swing in pre-k, so what happened must be really fucking serious.

“i don’t KNOW what happened, goddamnit! y/n went to use the bathroom and some slu- some girl came up to me and threw herself on my fucking lap! i was gonna tell her to fuck off but y/n saw before i was able to and now she’s gone and she probably thinks that i’m just some cheater when i’ve worked so hard to get her to trust me and-FUCK!”

he stops, trying to calm down a little, and gojo takes the shakiest breath he thinks he’s ever taken in his life. the red in his vision starts to fade, but he still feels helpless. “i just don’t know what to fucking do, suguru.” 

“i just saw y/n run out of my house a few minutes ago.” he says with a grimace, and he’s trying to figure out what to tell his bestfriend. “i’ve never seen you like this over a girl before. holy shit, you really love her, do you?”

geto thinks that gojo’s bloodshot eyes, the brutal names that he called that girl at the party, and the tears he’s shed for you are already an answer.

“this is your last chance to prove it to her, satoru.” geto fumbles through his pockets and hands him the keys to his challenger. gojo snatches them, hearing the car engine rumbling itself to life. the white-haired man thanks his best friend as he steps into the drivers’ side, with geto reassuring him, ‘ill deal with the chaos inside, you go ahead and explain yourself to your girlfriend’.

gojo swears that he’s never driven so fast in his whole life.

part 2 ;)

[pupkashi]

sweet nothing

gojo always finds himself running home to you

a/n: hi friends ! hope u all enjoy this little piece inspired by the song sweet nothing by taylor swift (thank u anon for the inspo 🫶🏼) let me know what u all think :3

wordcount: 1,310

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one of the only thoughts on gojo satoru’s mind, from the moment he leaves home to the second he’s unlocking the door, is coming home to you.

his shoulders hurt from the amount of stress he’s under, every muscle in his body tense, eyes burning with exhaustion, and his head throbbing as the higher ups words ring in his ears. the light jingle of his keys as he unlocks the front door helps ground him a bit, blinking once, twice then opening the front door.

he’s greeted with the smell of food, he can’t quite place what it is (he doesn’t help in the kitchen much after the one time he did and ended up ruining three pans), he’s slipping his shoes off and placing his keys in the small leaf shaped holder on the table next to the door.

his eyes naturally focusing on the picture frame of the two of you on vacation last July, a wide, carefree smile painted on both of your faces, hair a bit messy from walking around. his cheeks were flushed as you planted a kiss to his cheek, your arms thrown around his neck.

satoru’s thrown out of his trance by the sudden sound of loud sizzling, the small smile on his face only growing when he hears your soft humming. his tired feet carry him quickly to the kitchen, a spring in his step as he grows closer and closer to being with you.

he feels the weight on his shoulders ease up a bit as his eyes land on you. he’s leaning against the wall, watching you chop up vegetables with a smile on his face, replacing the higher ups nagging ringing in his ears with your off-key singing.

“have you ever considered x-factor sweetheart?” he asks, a lopsided smile on his face when you turn to face him, bright eyes as you welcome him home.

“i sent in a recording once, they offered me a ten year contract but i declined” you teased, moving to stir the food cooking in the pan, “told them i have a very needy boyfriend that would die without me.”

satoru let’s put a small ‘pft’ at your words, pushing himself off the wall and walking up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder.

“how was your day, angel boy?” you ask, voice as sweet as honey as you press a soft kiss to his cheek. satoru let’s put a small huff, his warm breath tickling your neck which causes you to smile.

“‘t was okay, just stressed out” he mumbles, “and the fucking higher ups are-”, his eyes closing as he remembers his conversation with them, sighing deeply. you pout a bit, noting his more more tense body against yours. you let yourself melt into his touch, turning around and hugging him properly.

“don’t wanna talk about it?” you ask gently, he shakes his head, bangs covering his eyes just a bit. you nod, giving him a smile before kissing his lips softly, “then we won’t.”

satoru is grateful, knowing that when the time is right he’ll open up to you about it. but for now he just wants to spend his night with the love of his life.

“good thing im making your favorite then huh?” you chuckle, watching the way his shoulders inflate, he’s standing taller and there’s a smile on his face.

it wasn’t long before the two of you were eating dinner together, making easy conversation and laughing at anything stupid either of you said. he’s placing the freshly washed plates on the drying rack, heading over to you on the couch when you stop him.

“go shower, I’ll let you use my stuff” you state, eyes widening as you see satoru already running towards the restroom, “just this once!” you call out, hearing his loud giggles echoing from down the hall.

it’s 40 minutes later when he’s emerging into your shared room in only his boxers, body still dripping with water and steam following him out. you can smell your rose scented body wash on him as he dries himself off besides you.

satoru is looking at you with big eyes, towel in hand as he grins up at you, “will you dry my hair?” his voice is filled with a gentleness you’ve grown much too soft for.

“come here” you smile, heart growing at the sound of an excited squeak he lets out. you’re gentle as you dry his hair, combing out any knots and putting some product in it before patting his head twice, letting him know you were done.

your lover is quick to change positions, taking you in his arms and curling himself around you, some damp strands landing on your face as he buries his face in your neck. you’re doing your best to wiggle your hands free from his grasp, adjusting so you can card your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp a bit just the way he likes.

satoru visibly relaxes against your touch, practically purring as you whisper to him, “I’m so proud of you” you say, “you work so hard, angel” tenderness carried in every syllable of your words.

“I love you so much” you remind him, squeezing him a bit tighter, moving his hair from his forehead and placing a kiss there, “my beautiful boy” you murmur, a smile on your face as you see the way his grin grows.

the apples of his cheeks are rosy, pink dusting his entire face. satoru easily grabs your hips, placing you on top of him so that you straddle his lap.

“how do you always know what to say?” he asks, looking up at you with fond eyes, nuzzling his cheek into the palm of your hand as you place a stand of hair behind his ear.

“hmm, call it intuition” you tease, placing feathery kisses all over his face, the two of you giggling when you kiss his nose, “but it’s probably just ‘cause I’m your soulmate” you smile.

satoru hums in agreement, one hand snaking to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, your lips moving in sync. when you pull away the two of you are giggling softly, foreheads resting against each other as he shifts a bit, kissing you nose before throwing his head back against the pillows, letting out a small sigh.

“sometimes i wish i was just your toru” he mumbles, “i never asked to be the strongest.” you can hear the slight tremor in his voice as he speaks, his eyes closing to fight tears back. you’re quick to kiss his cheeks, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as you coax him to look at you.

“i know you didn’t, angel boy” you sigh, brushing his hair away from his face gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “it’s gonna work itself out, i know it will” you reassure him, a small smile on your face as he nods along with you.

maybe you were right, maybe you weren’t, satoru didn’t care. he believed every word you said to him. each reassurance working to calm his exhausted mind, his eyes fluttering closed as you continue to whisper, your words meant for him and only him.

“and you’ll always be my toru” pressing a feathery kiss to his jaw, “the one with the stupid sweet tooth and terribly timed jokes” you smile, watching the way his smile returns to his face.

“I’ll always be here waiting for you to come home to me” you say, there’s a plethora of emotions dripping from your words. the only thing satoru feels is love, your undying and genuine love, for him.

gojo satoru may not know everything, but he knows one thing for sure; he’ll always be ready to run home to you and your sweet nothings.

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[beautiful-is-boring]

Made it out alive, just for you

Gojo x gn!reader , angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

Au where gojo lives

Warning: y/n has a nightmare about gojo, MAJOR JJK MANGA SPOILERS FOR CH 236, so ya it involves blood and a lil bit of gore, and crying.

A/n: i love this man so so much, and whenever I get a bad dream about my loved ones dying, it mostly includes the part after their death and I'm living without them, and when I wake up it's such a relief, so this fic is based on that

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'i miss you so much toru'

the scene never left your head, the love of your life, now lifeless, laid on the ground, wounded and dying after the fight with sukuna

you cried all day, the next day and the next. You couldn't let go of him, and how could you? Satoru was the shining sun in your life. He had the brightest smile, the prettiest baby blue eyes, the strongest will and his love for you was endless. You loved him so so much.

Coming home everyday from work pained you. You would forget that he wasn't here anymore, you would buy mochi on the way home, only to come home and realize he was never coming back, the reality settling in as you cried once more.

'please come back toru, i can't do this without you'

you eat dinner alone again, hugging the adorable custom made plushie of satoru. It was a gift from him. He lovingly said that day, that the plushie would keep you company when he was not with you.

The memory of gojo cut and bloodied plagued your mind and you hugged the plushie tighter

'you are bigger than the whole sky toru, the strongest and bravest of them all. Wherever you are, I hope you rest well. Watch over me, my love'

And then your eyes opened.

You sat up on the bed quickly, looking around everywhere and breathing heavily, just trying to ground yourself into reality.

It was just a dream. A bad one, but just a dream. You're fully awake by now.

"breathe for me sweetheart"

"T-toru?"

He was right there, your beautiful satoru, gently hugging your shaking body close to him.

"whatever you saw, it wasn't real. I'm here now baby"

You nod. Your mind was a mess. You barely remember what you saw, but it left you feeling terrified.

"Hang in there, I'll get you some water"

He slowly left your shared bedroom and you watched the white tuft of hair disappear into the kitchen. Waking up after countless bad dreams and nightmares was unfortunately common for the both of you, after the fight with sukuna in shibuya.

Right. Gojo defeated sukuna. He won. And he made it out alive.

Your eyes landed upon the custom plushie across the room that gojo gifted you all those years ago

The same one from your dream.

The dam broke. A quiet whimper left your lips as memories of the dream flashed through your mind's eye and by the time satoru returned, you were curled up on your side of the bed, sniffling and weeping.

You heard him place the glass of water on the nightstand, and in the next second he's got you enveloped in his warm arms, gently rubbing your back.

"I-I saw you die toru..I had to live without you and I had to c-come home and you weren't there, a-and you were never coming back" You were sobbing and crying as you hugged him, both from the unsettling dream, and the relief that it wasn't real. You were so, so relieved to be awake, to find your one and only alive and well. Satoru continued to whisper sweet nothings and comforting words into your ears and never once did he loosen up his hold on your trembling frame.

"its okay baby, i know how you feel, and i love you so much, and I'm right here" His sweet and gentle tone combined with his comforting voice made you cry even harder. You didn't know where the tears were coming from.

"i know toru, i know you won, it's just that ever since I saw you like that..." You take a deep breath in and gaze into his beautiful blue orbs that you love. "Just one wrong move, and you would have been gone and i-i don't know what I would do without you being there with me."

Satoru's own eyes welled up with tears because he couldn't bear to see you cry. He cupped your face in his arms, a relieved sigh leaving his lips as he saw you closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

"you are my whole world y/n" His voice wasn't louder than a whisper. Satoru wiped your tears with the pads of his fingers, and kissed your forehead. "That day, I was thinking about you the whole time. I knew I had to come back to you, and I did." A single tear drop trailed down his face and he stroked your head to comfort you. " You don't have to worry anymore, my love. It's all over, and I'm here right here, right now. " You looked at him, reassured and he could feel his heart swell as he looked at his world, his universe, right there in his hands. "Thankyou satoru" He smiled, and you did too.

Satoru leant in and kissed you ever so slowly, reminding you that he was right there with you, alive. You both smiled into the kiss, knowing that you love each other with every fiber of your being and most importantly,

You were right there with each other; physically, and in each other's hearts.

[pengujoon]

THE SCENT OF PANCAKES

cont. gojo x reader, comfort..? fluff?? use of love. reader experiencing the scare of losing a loved one. living together!au, intentional lowercase. 

a/n. okay i tried making this a toothrotting fluff but this is what i managed. it’s angst laced comfort fluff. ps: gojo’s alive in this one. source: trust me bro

you stirred in your sleep, the sensation of emptiness on one side of the bed pulling you from your dreams. groggily, you reached out, expecting to find the comforting warmth of satoru's embrace, but your hand felt nothing but empty space.

in your half-asleep haze, you mumbled his name, wondering if he had slipped out of bed early, perhaps to wash up. but as you tried to call out to him many times, there was no response, no familiar hum of his presence in the room.

your eyes blinked open, and a wave of unease washed over you as you realised that satoru's side of the bed was immaculately untouched. it was as if no one had ever slept there before. panic began to creep in as you sat up, your heart pounding with dread.

you blinked, rubbing your eyes in disbelief, hoping that this was just a strange dream. but the room remained eerily empty.

with trembling hands, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and reached for your robe, determined to find him. your mind raced with irrational thoughts, and you stumbled toward the bathroom.

in your groggy state, you half-expected to find satoru standing at the sink, washing up as he often did in the mornings. but when you pushed open the bathroom door, it was empty, the tiles cold and devoid of life.

a strangled gasp escaped your lips, and you whispered, “oh no. is he… gone?”

in that agonising moment, you were overcome with a profound sense of loss, as if the very air had been sucked out of the room. you couldn't bear the thought of him being absent from your life.

you ran out from the bathroom, ignoring the disorientation and the throbbing pain as you slipped and fell to the floor in your haste, your urgency to find him overriding grace. you rushed to the bedroom door, your trembling hand reaching for the doorknob.

just as your fingers brushed the cold metal, the door swung open, revealing satoru on the other side. his expression shifted from surprise to deep concern as he took in your appearance.

“love?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. “are you okay?”

you couldn't find your voice immediately, your heart still pounding with fear. but upon seeing him in the doorway, wearing a teddy bear apron and his signature sunglasses, a rush of relief washed over you.

“oh,” you finally whispered, unable to hold back the tears that welled up in your eyes. “thank god.”

satoru stepped into the room, his concern deepening as he noticed your trembling form. “what's wrong? are you okay? did you fall and hit anywhere?” his love and care were evident in his voice.

you didn't hear his questions, your immediate response being to wrap your arms around him tightly, burying your face in his chest. “i thought you were gone,” you choked out, your voice muffled against his shirt. “again.”

satoru was taken aback for a moment, his concern giving way to understanding. his hand ran through your hair, gently rubbing circles on your back.

his other hand found its way to your waist, holding you securely as if assuring you that he was real and present. the scent of pancakes lingered on his apron, and you realised that he had been in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

“i’m right here, love,” he whispered, his voice soothing and reassuring. “i’m not going anywhere. you don't have to worry.”

satoru held you close, his embrace reassuring and unwavering. he could feel the rapid beat of your heart, the fear and relief that had flooded your senses.

leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips warm and soft against your skin. it was a kiss filled with love and devotion, a silent promise of his unwavering commitment.

“i’m not going anywhere anymore,” he whispered, his voice tender. “i’ll always be with you.”

am currently lacking the capabilities to write a toothrotting fluff. satoru's incident affected me so much i can't write a single happy fic. i also need satoru to tell me that he's real and it's all just a dream, and that he's still alive and well

[tojiphile]

ALL FAIRYTALES HAVE A HAPPY ENDING + GOJO SATORU

a/n. comfort fic. non-canon compliant. slight angst but happy ending of course <3 pre-established relationship with satoru, kissing, cuddling, words of affirmation.

most nights, satoru comes home late. when you first started dating him, it used to worry you. his absence plagued you with thoughts worse than cheating. you’d spend hours wondering if your boyfriend was still safe, praying for him to just be alive.

now, you’ve come to understand—he has a role, a part to play, a cog in the machine that makes the world run, that allows it to survive. still, that didn’t mean you had to like it.

now, on most nights when he’s back home late, you’re able to crawl into your side of the bed, and go to sleep. you stir when he joins you, cuddling up into you and pressing a kiss on your forehead. “you’re home?” you’d sigh into his neck. “i’m home.” he’s reply, whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you fall back asleep.

but tonight is different. you’re not one for superstitions (satoru proves them all wrong), but you can’t help but feel a sick sense of dread in your stomach. something was wrong. you ate dinner alone in front of the tv, flipping through channels. you stopped when you saw the news.

“this just in: shibuya is under attack! as of 7:00pm, shibuya has been placed under lockdown by a mysterious invisible wall. government officials are looking into the situation now. our sources tell us that the civilians trapped are crying for help desperately, all looking for one satoru gojo.”

you freeze.

“if anyone has any information on the situation, please call the hotline below…” the announcer’s words faded away as all your intrusive thoughts raced through your mind, your heart hammering in your chest. where was satoru? was he okay?

hands trembling, you reach for your phone and dial your boyfriend. it rings exactly three and a half times before the call ends. you call again, and again, and again, but he never picks up. so, you ring the only person you can think of—kiyotaka ijichi. satoru might jokingly insult the man sometimes, but all in the times you’ve been worried, kiyotaka had answered your questions, trying his best to remain calm, giving you answers as to where your boyfriend was.

he doesn’t pick up either.

you pace the living room. you know that satoru can handle anything. he was a living reminder of it. even in the times he’d come home, battered and bruised, he’d give you that same cocky grin, pointing his thumb at himself and declaring, “i’m the strongest!”

so you try your best to calm down, breathing deep breaths. whatever this was, satoru would come home. you just have to take a shower, go to bed, and when you wake up, he’ll be right there next to you, warm and inviting.

and you do just that. but as you lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling full of little glow in the dark stars that satoru helped you stick up, you couldn’t fall asleep. this was different somehow, you could feel it.

you return to the living room after pouring yourself a glass of wine. but just as you’re about to sit down, you hear the jingle of keys, a heavy sigh, a click, and the front door swings open.

“i’m home.”

satoru stands in the doorway. he looks too exhausted to move. there’s dried blood on his face and his eyes are glowing a vibrant sky of blue. you drop your of glass of wine, not caring as it shatters to the ground and race to your boyfriend. as you approach him, he finally lets his guard down, eyes returning to their normal hue.

you wrap your arms around him, clasping him tightly as you press your head into his chest. you can’t help the hot tears of relief that spill as you mumble, muffled by his clothes, “welcome home.”

he pulls you in, squeezing you tight, as if he was trying to mould the two of you together so you would never have to leave his side. he hugs you in all his despair, because you were the only reason he still fought.

after suguru passed, satoru lost the will to live. he fought, yes, he fought. but battle after battle, the bloodshed was never worth anything. there was no joy, no happiness because there was no love left to lose. he fought a good fight, but if he had lost, he would have stopped fighting.

but now, here, with you in front of him, holding onto him like he’s everything you’ve ever needed packed into a man-sized box, he knows that in your eyes, he’s more than just a figure of greatness. gojo satoru is simply a man who has wants and needs and flaws and feelings.

so for you, who sees him for him, he fights. everyday, he fights to come back home to you, to take you in his arms and hold you tight. he wants to press his body against yours and feel your warmth, and he doesn’t want to let it go even as he sees the morning light.

he kisses the top of your head and whispers, “i promised you i’d come home. i don’t break my promises. and after all…”

you can feel him smile into your head, “i am the strongest.”

(extra:

at his cheeky comment, you give him a firm whack on his buttocks, and he yelps in surprise, pulling away from you.

“mean!” he pouts, “i just got back from a long fight and won against the king of curses! shouldn’t you, my lovely girlfriend, be taking care of me?”

you shoot him a glare. “i thought you died! don’t play around at a time like this!”

he chuckles, “aw, was my poor baby worried about me?”

satoru wraps you up in another an embrace, but as you’re about to return he hug, you let out a yelp as he throws you over his shoulder and says, “let me take care of you now!”

you try to squirm out of his grip, but he’s holding onto your waist tightly. you can only see his ass from this point of view but you yell at him anyway, “i hate you!”

a smile. “i love you too.”)

[satorqn]

heart to heart

an: gojo bae <3 sorta angst? jjk (gojo’s past arc) spoilers lmfao 

gojo satoru is untouchable. always has been, always will be. 

it freaked out the kids on the playground, his infinity. they would crowd around him, grubby hands palming and pushing against the invisible force that cloaked him, squealing and laughing to each other about ‘how weird it was!’. until it grew old and nobody sought him out anymore for laughter and entertainment. 

adults bent at his will and command, their prized six-eyes satoru who could do no wrong. they shuffled out of his way in the compound hallways when he sauntered around looking for anything and anyone to cure his boredom and sometimes let out an audible squeak when he would glare them down in disgust, which in turn created a monstrous brat with an ego to match. 

satoru hadn’t expected much different in high school. to get his way, when and where he wanted to. except his half-ass excuses only got him out of a whopping one assignment and his classmates didn’t seem to give a single shit about him. suguru teased him relentless, until satoru was sure his own head would blow off in anger. shoko was no better, laughing her shrill laugh that rang and ricocheted off his eardrums. 

and god. don’t even get him started on you.

you rarely partook in the other’s teasing, but you were your own nuisance. your first words to satoru was an angry “what the fuck? watch where you’re walking, bitch.” after he had slammed all the air out of your lungs and papers out of your hand as he turned a corner. it was rarely anyone’s fault, yet since you decided to get so angry, so did satoru. and you two stayed angry over that miniscule incident for a whole year. 

a whole year of begging yaga to switch mission partners (until he got the memo and never paired you two together ever again), throwing icy glares at each other from across the classroom, and sly insults said under your breaths when passing each other in the hallways. it seemed like you two would just annoy each other until the end of time itself. it was honestly pissing everyone on campus off. suguru and shoko could only handle so many complaints per week, after all. 

you nor satoru ever thought the arguing and petty behavior would end, mostly because you couldn’t think of any situation in which there could be room for anything other than mean comments and brash outbursts. 

“suguru did what?” you don’t dare move a muscle besides satoru, as if any sudden movements would set off all the rage and anger that's pulsating off of his aura in waves. you’ve never seen anybody’s cursed energy do that before. there’s not much more yaga can say, so he leaves the room. it leaves just you and satoru, along with a heavy silence that’s nearly suffocating. 

you’re not sure what to do. whether to console satoru and his emotions or your own. you weren’t nearly as close to suguru as satoru was, so the confusing flurry of emotions you’re feeling must be amplified ten-fold for satoru. you cautiously glance up to satoru; his stature is rigid, fists clenching and unclenching, the look in his eyes undistinguishable between anger or sadness. as if your body were acting on its own, your hand reaches out to offer a reassuring touch? hold? you’re not even sure what you’re trying to offer or what you can. 

“don’t fucking touch me.” satoru jolts away, tone firm. you hadn’t even made contact with him yet.

“...why..?” 

why? why? what do you mean, why? it was such a stupid question to ask satoru he almost let out a laugh. why, because gojo satoru is untouchable; you sure as hell aren’t getting past his limitless technique and if no mere soul nor curse can lay a finger on him, why should you? and why, you definitely shouldn’t want to get anywhere near him; the heavy weight of death lodged right in his skull, within those cerulean eyes. there’s no reason to get close with someone whose whole existence is closely intertwined with death itself...death of friends and colleagues, curses and spirits. it's all the same nonetheless.  

but everyone knows that. everyone besides you, satoru guesses. because while he has seen some of the bloodiest scenes, fought the hardest curses, taken some of the harshest beating, what follows truly catches him off guard. 

you gently bring your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a slightly awkward hug. but a hug nonetheless. a hand cradles the side of his face, while the other tangles itself into his hair. satoru isn’t even sure when his limitless barrier dropped and he definitely can’t remember the last time anyone has hugged him, the last time he’s felt skin on skin. allowing himself to rest his face in the crook of your neck, he relishes the feeling of your hair tickling his face, your pulse rhythmically thumping against his cheek, the warmth that radiates off your skin, even your warm tears that are starting to soak into the shoulder of his uniform. 

the weeks that follow are both confusing and comforting. there’s no more twisted faces and crude comments passed in the hallway, only sympathetic glaces and sad smiles. only you and satoru can be paired on missions anymore, but the shared hug and glaces are never discussed when beats of silence fall over. late at night, satoru often finds himself in front of your dorm door, craving your sweet and gentle touches that stave away his night tremors. you don’t ever say anything when you open the door; you just welcome him into your awaiting arms and sheets. in the darkness, you’re free to stare at satoru, tracing the outlines of his facial features with featherlight touches. you can run your fingers through his soft hair (it elicits the softest, cutests sighs from him). you can dance your fingers along the dips and grooves of his muscles along his shoulder and back as he lies atop you, face pressed into your chest. 

in the early morning, right as the sun peeks over the horizon, satoru is free to stare at you. he smooths the hair out of your face, watches your gentle breaths, how your eyelids flutter slightly when the sun peeks from beyond your curtains and lands over your face. he runs his large palms up and down your arms (he loves how you curl up close to him when he does this) and places soft kisses to the crown of your head. satoru especially loves the stretched whine you let out when you finally wake up along with a kiss to the closest piece of exposed skin you can find (your eyes have yet to actually open), and your dopey little smile when you whisper ‘good morning’. 

and then you’re both off to class for the day, as if nothing happened. it’s not discussed over breakfast, not during class, and never in the hallways. because as far as satoru is aware, he is still untouchable. and you don’t want to associate with a man who's too high on his horse to even care about others. neither of which is true, but neither knows. 

“woah,” satoru bends over to meet your gaze, peering over the rim of his sunglasses. “you look like shit.” 

“yeah...” you huff out, leaning over your desk. you’ve barely gotten any sleep in the past couple of days and it’s prevalent in the dark eye-bags and sunken cheeks, so there’s not much of a retort you can come back with against him. “why’d you stop coming over?” it’s a mere whisper, moreso addressed to yourself rather than the person who’s become too much of a nighttime constant in your routine. 

“hmm? what’d you say?” satoru cocks his head to the side, an eyebrow raised. 

you’re not quite sure if he actually didn’t hear you or is mocking you. “mm’ its nothing.” 

“hey,” he fully squats down, eye-level with you and chin resting on the desk. “what can i help you with?” it’s only fair that he return the favor, after all. 

he watches the different expressions come and go on your face, imagining the argument you’re having with yourself in your head. “i..” you bite the inside of your cheek, avoiding his gaze. “i can’t sleep...when you’re not....there.” your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when you’re unable to avoid satoru’s cheeky smile that lights up his eyes. 

“’kay.” is all he says as he bounces up on the balls of his feet, a hand coming down to ruffle your hair.  

that night, he shows up to your door, nearly inviting himself into your bed. not a word said as you pulls you into his grasp. he does the same the following night. and the night after that. 

he shows up every night until you’ve realized he somehow has the title of ‘boyfriend’ and now shares the home you live in. he sleeps with you every night for nearly ten consecutive years. the nights bleed into days, and you can’t shut up about it. not over breakfast, not in the classroom, not even in the hallways. you can’t stop talking about your dearly beloved gojo satoru

for the most part, he is still untouchable. his limitless is as strong as ever, a curse yet to lay a finger on him. adults and higher-ups still bend to his will (to their dismay). but when it comes to you, it all crumbles. 

satoru yearns to be touched by you. he seeks out your soft touches that graze over the expanses of his skin when you shamelessly eye him up and down. he craves your gentle hugs from behind when he’s at the kitchen counter and the kisses you place between his shoulder blades. he itches for your hungry touches that dip below his waistband or under the hem of his shirt. 

satoru aches to be hugged by you. the hugs where he pulls you so close and so tight you can’t help but burst into a fit of giggles and you can practically feel his heart racing against yours. 

[satoruzlove]

satoru gojo x reader.

lack of motivation, reader’s self worth is compromised, comfort, pet names,not proofread

you have two math exams coming up in a few days. you have more than enough work to do. it’s all you can think of, really- even though you can’t seem to bring yourself to work. it’s at the back of your mind as you scroll through your phone and your eyes bore up into space. it’s a terrible feeling, admittedly, to have so much to do and no motivation. you feel the shame prematurely of when you receive your results and it isn’t up to standard- when the very foundation of why you’re valuable ( or rather, why you think so) begins to crumble.

it makes a hollow, dull ache reverberate in your chest. you’re so zoned out yet you can feel fresh tears brim in your tired eyes. you feel undeserving of tiredness when you’re not doing what you’re meant to- what you want to do but can’t find the gusto to.

there’s a creak of the door and a pad of rubber against the floor. for a moment, your subconscious is aware that you’re not alone anymore but your body refuses to absorb the fact. satoru stands still as he observes you- and he feels a pang in his chest. it takes him no time to realise that you’re not feeling too hot.

he takes a moment to plan his actions, the skies behind his eyes swimming with concern as his hands gently find your shoulders, sliding down your arms as your own eyes widen with the shock of reality. as if it were muscle memory, you smile at him as he kneels to your level. to be at your service. he eyes your carefully, and if there’s anything that could melt you it’s satoru’s gaze.

“my baby,” he croons almost sadly, pressing a series of smooches onto your forehead. it’s unspoken acknowledgment to the tears rolling down your cheeks. “ why can’t i do what i need to? i feel so useless,” you spit in distaste to yourself. satoru’s heart aches at the harshness of your words. it nearly drops into his stomach at the thought that you’ve been alone with such thoughts for hours now.

“you’re not useless,” your boyfriend begins. “you’re tired. if you were in the condition to work, your brain would allow it. you’re clearly not ready just yet.” he tries, but of course you’re too quick to push yourself further. “it doesn’t matter if i’m ready, i need to perform-”, “you are a person before you’re a scholar. you’ll live if you give yourself some time to just… exist.”

he holds you close, pressing kisses into your temple as you sniffle into his chest. his hands smooth over your hair, your back, as he kisses every bit of open skin he’s able to find. his nose nuzzles into the nook of your nape- and the warm air makes you squirm a little. satoru smiles into your skin.

“you can do this, okay?” he says. “whether you just pass, whether you get the best grade in your class, whether you fail. you’re still a person and not achieving academically doesn’t automatically make you a loser. you can’t always be in top form. it’s impossible,” your boyfriend reminds you, kissing your skin. “i’ll always love you. you’ll still be you. your professors aren’t gonna despise you and you won’t fail at life, or whatever the hell you think’s gonna happen. life is gonna go on.” he laughs weakly.

satoru feels your body become completely relaxed and your breath is steady. his eyes shut, carrying you with a puff of air into your room.

[mchlgayser]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ft gojo satoru.

SYN. your entertaining day with your blue eyed boyfriend.

CONTAINS. x fem! reader, not following the manga storylines, poor writing skills and poor fictions. (not proofread)

LETTER. honestly i like how this turns out better than in my head - like istg i didnt know i was competent kekeke. happy reading everyone mwah! reblogs and comments are very much appreciated. thank you.

WORDS. 0.6k words

You are bored to death. It's weekend and weekends are supposed to be fun and not boring and quiet and gloomy. But no, it's weekend yet you are still as bored as ever. The house is empty without the manic presence of your boyfriend. Right, speaking of Satoru, he's out for work eventhough during weekend.

You decide to get out of bed, watering the plants out in the balcony but fuck was it too hot for you! You locked the balcony door, drawing the curtains in hurry.

"It's a laze day." You finalized, getting your phone to watch Tiktok and procrastinate.

You are having fun scrolling Tiktok, watching multiple Chinese's homepro videos - eagerly adding some of the useful items to your cart. You even try some of the impossibly easy game filters and who's your boyfriend in JJK filter and got Suguru Geto.

One video of a couple pass by your For you Page. It's a video recorded in which the boyfriend is sleeping whilst the girlfriend eagerly wake him up and telling him to hurry hide "My boyfriend is coming."

The poor man roll over the sheet and trying to hide under the bed before mumbling sleepily "Wait..."

You find the video incredibly funny and cute that you just had to try this on your boyfriend. You make sure to saved the video before proceeding to scroll onto the next video.

It's been a few hours since you last watched the video and boy how it's bugging you since.

The front door open then shut in matter of seconds, and while you are making dinner you feel two arms wrap around your midsection "Hey," You greet him in acknowledgement.

You turn around in a brief second to kiss your boyfriend on his cheek. Satoru grin, looking at you "What're you cooking?"

You shrug "Just a simple dinner, go and shower so we can eat." Satoru hums, placing a tender kiss to your head as he murmurs that he'll be right back.

You two eat your simple dinner together, talking to catch up about each other's day and Satoru keeps mentioning about this particularly cherry-colored hair boy named Itadori.

Dinner wrapped up, you change into a pair of your nightly attire and went to bed.

The next morning came, you got up extra early to make sure the plan's working. You prep the camera whilst giggling about how excited this is going to be. You may have paid a little too much attention on this sheer prank but anything to entertain yourself.

You wake up your poor Satoru from his slumber, his groggy grunt is all you ever need to reply back "Hurry hide, my boyfriend is coming home!" Satoru grunts again, looking to the other side. You give him a snort "Babe, this isn't funny, hide now!"

"I can fight him." You laugh at his comment, shaking your head a little "No, you can't. He's very big!" This makes the man shudder a little "Very?"

You nods and hum "Yes, very." He sighs, getting up to get his hoodie and limp to your closet door "I'l be in here until he's... Wait...?" You purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing.

"I'm your boyfriend though." That's it. You ended up laughing out loud, startling your boyfriend making him huff.

"Not funny!" You laughs again, sooner ended the recording before going to your boyfriend to hug him "Oh my Gosh, you are so cute, Satoru."

He scoff, hugging you and steps ahead making you imvoluntarily steps back and stumble on the bed.

"Now let's continue sleeping. I'm very sleepy."

[bokutosmochi]

CHEATER? NEVER! ♡ GOJO SATORU

gojo satoru x gn!reader

ingredients? there's a ring he didn't recognize hidden in your drawers.

what's it? reverse comfort. angst/fluff

allergen warning/s? fears of infidelity (spoiler alert but still felt like putting it in because i'd rather spoil than trigger: no actual cheating)

sugar level? 2.5k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @tahonet

parlor's note? gojo's has some self-doubt and shows vulnerability so maybe it's a little ooc??

bon appetit!

gojo satoru, being the strongest and having the amount of pride and confidence in his power and abilities to proclaim himself as the honored one had never felt jealous in his life, and that includes in your relationship. he's never been wary of your exes, or your guy friends, or the people in your instagram direct messages. he had all the confidence in himself and had all the trust in the world confided in you. after all, if he didn't trust you so much, he probably wouldn't have asked you out, and if he didn't trust you so much, then he wouldn't have gotten down on one knee that fateful day on the eiffel tower to propose to you after buying you that vivienne westwood necklace you had your eye on for a while.

but now, he finds himself buried in self doubt.

the cause of this self doubt is simple, he was looking for a new stick of lip balm after his tube already ran out. the both of you always kept the freshly bought ones in your bedside table since his was always filled with condoms, random pieces of candy, and random knick knacks, but he found something in there that he did not expect: a ring box.

by his knowledge, all the jewelry you owned was kept on the graceful stand on the vanity that you always kept dust-free, so he had no idea what was in the velvet box. upon opening it because his curiousity couldn't take it, he gasped. inside was a dainty gold ring. it was slender and had smaller diamonds embedded around the shiny material.

it was completely unfamiliar to him, he's a hundred percent sure that he wasn't the one to buy you this. whenever you bought yourself a new clothing item, you always showed it off to him, expecting to be showered in his praises. and neither your birthday nor christmas has recently come up with so it's not likely that it's something your friends gifted to you, and even if that was the case, you probably would have shown him since that's what you always did, but in this instance, you didn't.

this was the first time he has laid his eyes on the golden band, and this was the first time he felt this sick to his stomach in a long while.

was there someone else?

lately, he's been tasked by the jujutsu community to take on bigger missions so he hasn't been around much. and if he thinks about it, there are plenty of days you spend without him since he's either exorcising curses or teaching his precious students.

he can't even remember the last time he took you out on a proper date.

maybe you've gotten sick of him? maybe he's been neglecting the relationship?

he doesn't know and the possibility of you cheating on him, of you leaving him for someone else makes his stomach churn uncomfortably.

you seemed very patient with his hectic schedule. you always held his hand with a nod of your head, utterances of it's okay, i understand whenever he told you that he has another mission to go to and he won't be able to take you to that restaurant you kept on raving about. was it possibly because you had someone else to go with? someone else to hold you when you ever feel sad or lonely without him there?

did someone else take up his side of the bed during the days he wasn't there? was able to watch as the sun slowly bathes your sleeping form in its light?

was he not the only person who had the privilege of seeing your face first thing in the morning? eyes lazy and a soft smile on the pout of your lips?

was there someone else who presses their lips on yours with a small greeting of good morning?

did you wrap your arms around someone else whenever they cooked breakfast for two?

or dance in the rain with you?

or bent down to tie your shoelaces for you?

or curled your pinkies together in a pinky promise?

was there someone better than him?

someone who doesn't put your life in danger from heinous curses simply because of association, someone who undoubtedly has you as their main priority, someone who is always there for you whenever you catch yourself having bad days when all you want to do is bury yourself in bed and cry.

while he's well aware that no one can beat him when it comes to jujutsu, he doesn't have the same mindset when it comes to his love life.

you, you could definitely do better than him.

you probably deserve someone better than him.

his fist tightens around the ring as he breathes deeply and walks back to the living room where you were.

you smile when you hear the patter of his feet on the floor, but when you see him, it turns into a frown.

you didn't like the way his lips were downturned, and the unshed tears in his eyes had you standing up in concern.

it seemed like you saw him first though, because when he lifts his head to meet your eyes, he's quick to wear a grin. you do note that it's not as wide as it usually is, and his eyes doesn't have the glimmer it usually does, instead, they're glossy with tears.

as he's walking to you, you find yourself sitting back down on the plush couch, and when he stops in front of you, you wordlessly stare up at him, waiting for him to say anything about the sudden change in his mood.

"c'mon sweetcheeks," he smirks at you, a teasing tilt to his voice, but you know that it's strained, as if there's something in his throat that's making it hard to speak. "you deserve better than this. if you cheat on me, it should be with someone who can give you a nicer ring." he drops the golden ring onto your lap and eyes the one that's on your left ring finger; the one he proposed to you with. it wasn't the biggest ring, and while it was expensive, it wasn't the most expensive, but it was very you and that's what gojo valued the most. he didn't want people to squeal about how big the diamond on your finger was, he wanted people to envy your relationship, how he picked a ring he knew you would love, how he knows you so well.

when you see what your fiance dropped on you, your eyes immediately widened. "where did you find this?" you manage to stutter out though you find that your mouth has gone completely dry.

"does it matter, babe?" he questions you before leaning down into your ear. "tell me, is he better than me? does he fuck you as well as i do? hmm? can he make you cum over and over again all night long as much as i do?" he wears a grin, but on the inside he's dying. he never thought he'd lose you, at least not like this. hell, he thought you joining his other best friend and sharing his vision would be much more likely. he was always good at pushing things down though, and seeming unaffected by the things that destroyed him the most.

he expected you to push him away with a shove to his chest. he's already envisioned the way you would roll your eyes at him, "not everything's about sex, 'toru," you would scoff before coming clean with your infidelity. he thinks you'd have a good reason for it, maybe this guy gave you more emotional support than what he could ever provide.

instead though, you blink a few times. "'toru," you breathed out. "i'm not cheating on you."

your reply only made him scoff. "the evidence is right in front of our noses, sweet thing. there's no need for you to deny it anymore, 'kay?" he tilted his head at you with a teasing smirk on his lips.

you knew he's gone through enough things to be able to brush things off easily and pretend they didn't bother him, hell, you've gone through some of those things with him, but sometimes you really did underestimate his mental fortitude though you did loathe it from time-to-time. specifically at times where he pretends that everything in his life is sunshine and rainbows as he claims to not need your help.

"this is an engagement ring." you stated matter of factly, the ring now rested on your palm as you stared at it. then you looked back at your fiance. "i was kind of.. impatient." you owed him some sort of explanation now. "when we celebrated our ten year anniversary-" because the two of you began dating when you met as high schoolers "-i just.. really wanted to get engaged to you. i already knew you were the one so," you trailed off with a shrug. "it seemed pretty pointless to wait." you laughed lightly at your actions in the past.

gojo's face still remained composed, not showing any emotion that would give away how he felt while you weren't done talking yet.

"a few days after, i bought this." you looked at the accessory again. "i'm in love with you, satoru. i'm not above being the one to propose to you. but then, you took me to paris and beat me to the punch. that's all there is to it."

there was a long moment of silence between when the last word left your mouth and when the first word left gojo's.

"so you wanted to propose to me?"

"precisely."

and before you knew it, you were tackled into a bone-crushing hug. your body was pressed into the cushion of the sofa as gojo leant all of his body weight onto your figure.

"thank you." was all he could breathe out.

you smiled softly, looking down at the man who had his face buried on your stomach. he has lifted your shirt up so he would be able to feel your skin on the delicateness of his cheek as he nuzzled into you. "i love you." the way he said it has an air of finality to it that made your heart swell, crushing against your ribcage. you leaned down to press the side of your face onto the top of his, pressing a kiss there and running your fingers through a few strands of his snowy hair. "i love you too, 'toru."

gojo so rarely shows his true emotions even to those he trusts with his life, and it's even more rare that he lets himself cry, but this may have been the closest call he's ever had since turning eighteen.

when he started to calm down, he opted to sit beside you instead. still, his head was on your shoulder and his eyes were shut.

"'toru, you awake?"

he hummed out a positive response.

"did i ever do anything to make you feel like i would cheat on you?" you pressed a kiss to his temple, mumbling a desperate answer me honestly, please on the sensitive skin.

he readjusted his sitting so he'd be perfectly upright, although his eyes didn't meet yours. "wasn't really you, sweetcheeks. just saw the ring then realized that maybe, maybe you deserve better."

the words that left him made you look back so fast it could have given you whiplash, and you're sure you're going to visit shoko later to get checked out. that was not something you saw coming no matter how you knew him so well. before you could stutter out a surprised response, he started talking.

"i'm good at most things i know, but i don't think being a boyfriend is one of those." he paused. "i constantly leave you alone to go on missions. you're my number one priority, but i doubt you know that." he pauses to pursue his lips. "when was the last time i was available for you as a shoulder to cry on? you, you can do so much better."

and even after that, the amount of love you poured into each and every utter of his name remained and that's something that is going to imprint itself onto gojo's soul so long as it exists. "'toru, baby, i already told you, i understand."

you cradle his face in your hands so he'd be looking at you in the eye. "i understand that you have responsibilities," you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "i understand that you can't be here all the time," you kiss him once more. "i understand that there'll be times where we don't go on extravagant dates because of your schedule." you kiss him again and his eyelids flutter shut instinctively. "but none of that matters to me," you press his forehead to yours as he opens his eyes. it takes everything in you to not falter when his radiant blues meets your gaze. "why?" he asks under his breath.

"because you're trying. i know you care about this relationship and i know you care about me. that's all that matters." you finish it off with patting the top of his head.

BONUS:

instead of warping the two of you to the school like he does on most days, he extends his infinity towards you as he has expressed his desire to walk to campus today for a reason unknown to you.

your fingers are intertwined with the other's and the way he sways it to and fro is higher than it usually is. you just chalk it up to him being in a good mood because of the heart-to-heart you had yesterday. but as you walk into the faculty room where yaga, ieiri, nanami, and because of the kyoto sister school exchange event gakugangi, mei-mei, and utahime was at, you realized that it was not the case, at least not completely.

"what's with the ring on your finger, gojo? you guys wed?" shoko asks with a raised brow as she spots you and gojo walking into the room; fashionably late as your fiance always is.

gojo sports a toothy grin at everyone, "why doncha ask my baby?"

everyone's eyes go to you immediately after catching what the woman was talking about; the thin, gold ring that's around gojo's left ring finger.

"no, no," you waved it off. "if me and 'toru have gotten married, you would have gotten an invitation. just bought an engagement ring for him was all."

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you get: a ring

[greycaelum]

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holding his/her waist + soft whispers

Notes & Warning: hurt to comfort, Satoru's inner thoughts, Word Count: 1k

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Song used: Arcade (Loving You is a Losing Game) by Duncan Laurence

Throb

Satoru doesn't know where and when it started. The disturbing gentle throb of his heart whenever his eyes wandered in your direction. So far as he looks back it has always been like this since you came to Jujutsu Tech. He always thought that it was the sense of familiarity and similarity of your situations that these urges of his keep him gravitating to your company.

The small things of his youth that he used to think will fade away as time pass proves him wrong. Not when the disturbing gentle throb of his heart over time develops into a burning heat seated in the pit of his gut always pushing him to seek you out. Antsy to feel your presence nearby.

He keeps making himself believe it's just that you're his best friend. But it came slapping him hard after a casual visit to the morgue.

"You," Shoko stub the butt of her cigarette in the ashtray and look straight into Satoru with amusement layered behind the doctor's exhausted eyes. "Do you like Y/n?"

Does he like you? He tried to rebut his former classmate with his usual haphazard antics. Only to receive a scoff and be kicked out of Shoko's morgue.

It didn't hit him hard until things starts flowing in his brain, connecting the strange sensation he feels years ago until now.

Does he like you? Is that the explanation for the excruciating pain punching his heart whenever he sees you getting close to men? He never felt this kind of sensation with Shoko who he knows longer than you. No, he never felt the same thing to anyone else other than you.

From the edges of the college's training ground, he silently watches over as you teach your two brats about the cursed tools and how to use them.

He has a formulated theory over the years of working as a sorcerer, a theory that he was both blessed and cursed to be aware of.

There's nothing more twisted curse than love.

Yet he's here, day by day cursing himself. A curse that you'll never accept.

"Love me?" There was no trace of shock in your face or any sign of emotion after his almost inaudible confession. "You're saying something crazy Satoru."

Both of you understand that throwing away and masking emotions is easier in the line of job you're tied in. Love manifests the most twisted curse. Such things like that have no place in your lives.

"Are you saying that because you're afraid that I will leave someday?" Are you saying that because you see a glimpse of that once happy past whenever I'm around? The past we want to rewind even for one day. The words remained stuck in your throat. The ghost of the past won't simply leave you alone.

You shake your head and cup Satoru's cheek to look at you in the eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere, don't be afraid. Stop saying such ominous words Satoru."

Ominous. Truly, when you stare in the dark for too long, everything around you gets divided between black and white. And the love that you once thought was pure, has turned black in your vision. The same as your pure promise to the man who just bared a crack of his soul to you, will one day also be a lie painted in black.

"You don't have to say it back. I was not expecting it in the first place." Satoru's hand found your waist and rested his forehead against yours. "I just wanna let you know, that's all." He whispered oddly gently as if you'd break if he add an octave to his voice.

"You're just confused. We've lost so much along the way so we cling to what's left that reminds us of the past." You vehemently denied it. "It will fade away Satoru." You said with confidence that it makes Satoru laugh bitterly.

"You think so?" He whispered with his eyes closed. Perhaps loving you is a losing game.

"Yes," you whispered back.

I don't think so... He pressed his lips on the space of your brows and just held your waist tightly as he draw you into his arms. His feet sway to a piece of nonexistent music in the kitchen space while you follow blindly, letting him lead you in.

This is fine. Satoru is contented with this. He smiled and nod his head to convince himself. In the silence and dark, with you. He's fine.

For a minute, give him a minute to let it sink his heart break apart and piece together again before he reverts to the usual lackadaisical Gojo everyone knows.

"Won't you ask me how I knew?" His voice is hoarse and quiet.

Does it matter? Everything change over time, it will soon be buried in memories as well.

"How?"

Satoru leaned over the shell of your ear and whispered the hushed secret he's been dying to tell you.

"Because from then until now, it's always you..."

—GreyCaelum

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how to (properly) make tomato soup | gojo satoru

.. it’s three pm, you’re sick, and satoru takes it upon himself to take care of you (except there’s one problem: he does not possess any shred of culinary ability whatsoever).

content: 1.7k words, no explicit gender mention but pet names like angel and baby are used, gojo being silly while geto is absolutely done w his bullshit, reader has a migraine, mainly a self indulgent comfort/crack fic

when you feel the pounding in your ears again, tears start to form in your eyes. fuck, you just can’t help it.

you’re tired. so tired of the constant headaches–the migraines that plague your days and make staying awake completely unbearable.

the familiar ache settles in, but you can tell that this time, it’s much worse than usual. the nauseating pressure that can be described as thousands of needles pricking the back of your eyes, the blinding light in the room that’s assaulting your vision, the overwhelming sounds around you that are so intense to the point where you want to do nothing but cry.

so… that’s exactly what you do.

you succumb to the pain, letting out a choked sob that arguably just makes everything worse. tears slowly make their way down your cheeks, and you put your head in your hands to simultaneously muffle your cries and shield yourself from the light around you. you want to turn off the light. your head screams at you to turn off the light, but you’re so dizzy that you can barely even move.

“y/n?”

-

the first call of your name barely registers amidst the ringing in your ears. you hear it when your name is said a second time, though, and you feel yourself coming back to your surroundings.

he’s… here.

your boyfriend, satoru. yeah, he’s here.

head still buried in your hands, you carefully move one of your fingers to peek at him. he’s crouched down in front of you, a look of concern on his face. he’s saying something…

“where does it hurt, baby?” you’re still so stunned that you can’t find the strength in you to speak. so you close your eyes and point to the area where it hurts the most, sniffling. “is it okay if i massage that area, angel?”

throughout the midst of all your pain and tears, your heart manages to swell. it swells for satoru, because he’s here–he’s present, and he cares about you.

you manage out a small nod, eyes still shut. you let out a shaky breath—a breath that you just found out you were holding, since everything hurt so much that you forgot to breathe.

satoru massages your temples gently, even making an effort to softly wipe the tears off of your face. he feels your forehead with the back of his hand and frowns at your temperature. you’re starting to burn up. “s more than a headache, baby. i’m gonna take you to the bed, okay?”

this was going to be a long afternoon.

he carries you bridal style to your bedroom and gently places you on the mattress. he turns off the lights and draws the blinds shut, providing a welcome respite from the sensory assault just moments ago. you exhale a sigh of relief, slowly opening your eyes as you wipe the dried tears off your face. he climbs into the bed with you, and you instinctively cling to him for support as you wrap your arms around his neck. it hurts. everything hurts, but satoru’s presence makes it slightly more bearable. “my poor angel. have you been overworking yourself lately?”

you bury your face in his neck, finding comfort in being close to your boyfriend. he presses a feather-light kiss on your forehead, and it makes you want to cry again. “maybe. the headaches are getting worse.”

“you should take it easier on yourself. i can’t have you cryin’ like this. not on my watch,” he remarks, making sure to keep his voice low as not to overwhelm you. “y’know, if your migraines were a person, i’d make sure to hollow purple ‘em. no hesitation.”

a soft laugh escapes you, but you regret it almost immediately as it just intensifies the pain. he lets out an apology, but you just huff.

you close your eyes again, exhaustion taking over as your eyelids grow heavier. satoru slowly releases himself from your vice grip, much to your chagrin. you try and weakly protest, but he just shushes you gently. “just go to sleep, baby. i’ll be right back, okay? when was the last time you ate?”

“hm… i remember having a little bit of breakfast when i woke up-”

“alright.” he says, making a mental note that he should make food. “i’m going to go make you something, okay? i promise i’ll be back soon.”

“...don’t burn down the kitchen, please.”

“i can’t promise that, though.”

-

“you found the soup packet? okay, finally. now you just turn on the stove…”

satoru’s a little embarrassed to say that he doesn’t know how to cook.

growing up, he’s had practically everything served to him on a silver platter, so he never had to worry about making his own food. and frankly, despite your statement earlier being a joke, he is genuinely afraid to burn the house down. so, he has his best friend suguru on a video call right now, teaching him–gojo satoru, a twenty-eight-year-old man–how to make instant soup.

“the stove?”

“yeah…? don’t tell me you don’t know-”

“-no, no. i know how to turn the stove on. of course i do.” it feels like he’s trying to convince himself more than suguru. the camera shows satoru in his kitchen, sweating profusely and glaring at the stove like it’s his biggest enemy. satoru has fought countless curses in his life, has had near-death experiences multiple times, and even faced the king of curses himself, but he thinks that everything pales in comparison to this task. he tries to turn the knob, but it won’t budge. “what the hell?-“

“satoru-” it seems like the azure-eyed man doesn’t hear him as he keeps trying to turn on the stove (suguru swears he hears him muttering the phrase “with this treasure i summon”, but that’s not even his technique). he can’t help but facepalm for the hundredth time during the duration of this call. “satoru!”

he finally gets his attention, and satoru looks at his phone and sees geto with a look that screams “are you fucking kidding me?”—or really, just a look of utter disappointment. “you’re turning the stove the wrong way.”

“...”

he turns the knob the opposite way, and the burner sets ablaze instantly.

“oh, yeah… um, i definitely knew that.”

“satoru, how do you survive whenever you’re not on a mission?”

“sometimes i think about that too, really. i think it’s because y/n is the one who always cooks.”

“you think i can’t tell already?”

-

much to both of their surprise, satoru managed to make a pot of tomato soup. it only took him approximately forty-five minutes. satoru seems so proud of himself, meanwhile suguru looks so ready to block his number and never talk to him again.

he pours some of the soup into a bowl, and places it on a tray. he also takes a few painkillers from the medicine cabinet–along with a bottle of water. he thanks suguru for helping him, and is about to hang up but stops short when his best friend freezes. “wait, hold on. did you turn off the stove?”

and after making suguru swear on his life to never speak of this event to you and airing out the house to get rid of the smell of smoke, gojo satoru, “the strongest”, thinks he’s the first ever man to somehow burn a pot full of soup.

“it’s an impressive feat, really.” he claims.

suguru just says that he should never be allowed near a kitchen ever again, and satoru actually finds it in himself to silently agree.

-

an hour has passed, and he sets the tray on the nightstand, relieved that the past hour of his life is finally over, never wanting to do that ever again. you’re sleeping soundly on the bed, and he almost doesn’t have the heart to wake you up, but he knows that you have to eat something. he turns the nightlight on and gently taps you on the shoulder as you wake up with a stir. “toru? s’that you?”

“it’s me. can you wake up for me, baby? i promise you can sleep again after, but you need to eat.” when you slowly sit up from your sleeping position, he places the tray on your lap and softly coaxes you to eat. you take a spoonful of soup into your mouth, relishing in the flavor as you’re just now realizing how hungry you are.

“this is good,” you say, letting out a smile. the nap helped you come back to your senses a little, and you can finally breathe a little easy now that the pounding in your head has eased. “didn’t know you could make this.”

“yeah, well, you better savor it.” cause i’m never making that again.

when you finish the soup, you swallow a few painkillers while taking a greedy gulp of water from the bottle on the tray.

just in case the pain comes back, you think. though you really, really wish that it wouldn’t.

satoru sets the tray on the nightstand, and you settle back into the covers, wanting to just sleep the rest of the day away. satoru follows not long after, turning off the nightlight and letting out a yawn.

you bury your face in his neck once more, kissing him on the cheek. “thank you, for um—for all of this.”

“s nothing. just promise that you won’t overwork yourself again, okay?” he says, carefully caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“i’ll try not to.”

“hey, you can’t say just that. you have to say, ‘i promise not to overwork myself again, toru. i love you, and thank you for the tomato soup.’” he says while poorly imitating your voice, and you can’t help but laugh.

“okay, okay. i promise not to overwork myself again, love. i love you so, so much.” you say while peppering kisses all over his face, and he’s so glad that the lights are off so that you’re unable to see how his cheeks are beet red. “thank you for taking care of me… and for the soup. it was good.”

and as your eyelids begin to grow heavy once more, satoru thinks that his efforts aren’t in vain after all. because the sight of you, finding comfort in his presence, stirs a little bit of determination from within him. and maybe, just maybe, he’d take it upon himself to learn how to properly cook, not just (partially burnt) instant soup, but a real meal for the next time that you’re feeling like this.

and as he watches your chest rise up and down as you sleep, he can’t help but whisper, “yeah. next time, i’ll make you more than just soup. i’ll cook something special, just for you. ‘nd i won’t burn the pot again, either.”

because for you, satoru would do anything as long as he gets to see you happy. and part of that includes learning how to (properly) make tomato soup… and more.

[pupkashi]

I’m tipsy and all i can think of satoru being an absolute flirt when you’re completely fucking drunk and you’re looking at him across the room telling your friends you think he’s soooo cute

“hi” you smile, a little out of breath and has it always been that hot in here ?

“hello” he flashes you a dazzling smile, his blue eyes just barely peeking out from under his glasses

“my friend over there thinks you’re reallllly cute” you giggle, pointing at a wall then running to stand there, looking in the opposite direction and waving at him nonchalantly.

you run back to where he is giggling, satoru can only smile at your antics.

“i think your friend is very pretty” youre blushing at his words, already placing a hand in his chest as you giggle.

“well, my friend thinks you’re very attractive” you smile, pulling on his collar and smiling, “you single?” You ask.

gojo sucks his teeth, tsk’ing before he replies, “i actually have a very wonderful, amazing, beautiful, partner.” you pout at his words, trying to think of what to say in your drunken state.

“They’re so lucky,” you reply after a moment, you’re turning around before you hear him laugh loudly, your wrist is being grabbed and the world is moving too fast.

suddenly you’re in his firm arms, your face squished against his chest as he giggles, kissing the top of your head.

“but your partner!” you panic, ready pushing yourself away from the handsome man.

“you wouldn’t mind sweet thing” he mumbles, not waiting another second before pressing his lips against yours.

the room is spinning when you pull away, smiling and blushing before you’re running to the nearest trash can and throwing up. satoru is there in seconds holding your hair and rubbing your back.

it isn’t until the next morning when you wake up with a headache, groaning as you hear your boyfriends voice running loudly in your ear.

“good morning! hope you remember who i am now sweets” satoru giggles as you groan at his voice, pulling the blanket over your head.

“what happened last night” you groaned as he pulled the blanket gently from over your head, “one too many shots of vodka sweetheart” he mumbled as he handed you an protein bar and some ibuprofen.

“you also forgot we were dating” he smiled and your face flushed in embarrassment, “what the hell did i do” you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

“you hit on me” he laughs and you groan, wrapping your hand around his neck and pulling him down to lay next to you.

“stop talking, just cuddles” you mumble, closing your eyes before drifting off to sleep again.

satoru can only smile at your drowsy state, kissing your forehead before deciding one closing his eyes and falling asleep with you.

he deserved it after staying up all night with you talking to him about how your lover was so perfect, and throwing up between compliments.

[beautiful-is-boring]

Initiate

pure fluff with satoru gojo (intentional lower case) (idk wtf i just wrote maybe he is ooc here)

reader is fem coded and very shy (self indulgent), nicknames like pretty girl used, NOT PROOFREAD

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"hey, satoru? i wanted to try something with you."

over the course of your new romantic relationship with your boyfriend satoru, you realized that he was the one always initiating kisses and pulling you into hugs. you never pushed him away, rather you loved it. every single time he cradled your face like a fragile piece of glass and leaned in to place a sweet and soft kiss upon your lips, you loved it. you were so, so in love with his bubbly nature.

slowly and steadily, your shyness dissipated and you started pulling him into hugs and he was overjoyed. yet, you felt something gnawing at you from within. your satoru was so handsome, so beautiful, so hot, so kind and so lovely. you wanted to kiss him sooo bad, it made your chest ache. you realized it was always him asking for kisses and you wanted to change that. you wanted to initiate a kiss with him but everytime you looked into those angelic ocean eyes of his and breathtaking bright ass smile you could feel your heart skip a beat, your fingers twitch and blood rushing to your cheeks.

satoru found it adorable, ofcourse

you decided that today, enough is enough.

you sat him down on the couch asking to try something and he enthusiastically agreed.

looking straight into his eyes, you told him,

"i want to kiss you toru."

his eyes widened for a second and he let out a small chuckle.

"but baby, we kiss all the time? i mean if you want more kisses i am happy to oblig-"

"yes- i-i mean no" oh dear, how were you going to accomplish your mission if you kept stammering like this? on top of that, your boyfriend wasn't helping at all! satoru just kept inching closer to your face to see your flustered expression.

"then what is it my pretty girl? hm?"

"well, i-its just that you're the one always initiating things and kissing me, and i want to be the one to kiss you, like- i love it when you do but i want to do it f-first you know what im saying?"

he looked at you for a second and pondered. "hm, i see."

you were shyly looking down at your lap this whole time while speaking, and all of a sudden you felt satoru's fingers right below your chain, raising your head to look at him. "then kiss me y/n."

"i dont know how to start! i have been trying for so long and then i just freeze i dont know why!"

satoru let out another small laugh, "its okay baby, take your time, we have all day."

you thought for a second.

"toru, close your eyes."

"whatever you wish, pretty girl." satoru smiled, leaned back and closed his eyes, paitiently waiting for your lips to kiss him.

you admit, you were still nervous, but seeing his angelic face with his eyes closed put you at ease.

slowly and steadily, you inched forward towards his face. it was easy for you to admire his gorgeous features, the way his eyelashes rested against his cheek, his plump lips, his cute button nose, rosy cheeks, snowy white hair and the way his lips curved into a tiny smile reserved only and only for his beloved - you.

his and yours faces were mere inches apart, and he could feel the soft breaths of yours on his nose. your heart was beating fast, and you finally leaned in.

well, here goes nothing.

your lips locked with his in a blissful exchange and satoru let out a satisfied sigh. his lips moulded against yours perfectly and he pulled you closer to his frame, his arm wrapping around the waist in a way that gave you butterflies. the kiss was perfect, you were worrying for nothing. you pulled away just for a second for air, and satoru chased your lips again.

you giggled, pecked his lips, the tip of his nose, and his lips once more. staring into his baby blue eyes didn't make you feel nervous, but rather calm.

"that was really nice, baby" he said, and wrapped you up in the warmest bear hug. oh, how you loved being in his arms. "guess i was nervous for nothing". satoru, being the affectionate baby he is, continued to place small kisses on your cheek, neck and shoulders and finally pecking your lips.

"i want more :D"

[hxnbi]

「 IF ONLY... ︱GOJO SATORU 」

— synopsis: if only you were like your brother... — disclaimers: angst, comfort, platonic

yuji and megumi version | masterlist

— GOJO SATORU

Born from the same womb, your role was sealed from the moment your brother opened his eyes.

Your brother was the first one out of the stomach, therefore officially the "older sibling" by a mere 13 seconds. Though, that was of little importance in the grand scheme of things.

Because that didn't matter. You didn't matter.

Your brother, Gojo Satoru, was beloved, adored, and spoiled beyond any child of the Gojo clan. 

It made sense. After all, Satoru was the pride of the Gojo Clan, the first person to inherit both the Limitless and the Six Eyes in four hundred years.

…As for you?

You were dubbed as the failure of the Gojo clan.

You had no technique and hardly enough cursed energy to see spirits. It's no wonder even your own parents called you a pathetic child and an extra mouth to feed. It's funny, considering how wealthy the Gojo clan really was…

That sealed it for you.

It silently implied you didn't belong in the family and never would. Not the while Satoru was still alive. 

You doubted with every part of your being that your family would ever repent for their actions and start loving you again. Even then, every time, hope still lingered, but it felt like a mere wisp of a dream, a fragile whisper carried away by the winds of despair—a mere pipe dream. 

Every time the "Gojo twins" were mentioned, it was always about how strong Satoru was and how weak you were, not being able to live up to anybody's expectations of you.

You weren't weak. If anything, you were strong, even without having a technique of your own to boast, befitting a member of the Gojo clan. But you were nothing compared to your brother… and because you were twins, it was all people could ever compare you to.

You were but a shadow in Satoru's life, not even worth being named a replacement.

"If only [Y/n] had also inherited at least one of our techniques. It's a shame…" they would say.

The failure of the Gojo clan. It had a nice ring to it… you would sheepishly chuckle to yourself, carefully and willfully ignoring the aching pain in your chest, and instead put on a mask.

Satoru would constantly joke around with you, saying that he must've cannibalized and stolen all the cursed energy from you while you both were in the womb. It was funny at first—to him—but each jest carried a sting of truth, leaving a subtle ache in your heart as the words echoed in your mind.

You were spiteful. Every day, it served as a cruel reminder that you could never escape. You felt hurt, betrayed, and, most of all, forgotten.

But, when everything was all said and done, you couldn't ever find it in you to blame your brother. After all, he couldn't control the circumstances. He just happened to win the lottery, and you didn't—ended up getting not even a piece of the pie, but rather a single crumb of it.

But Satoru still loved you.

He tried his damn best to include you in everything—and you knew it. How he would ask you to come to the family meetings from then on. He succeeded, of course. No one could ever oppose him, but the utter looks of disgust that you would receive painted a canvas of silent disapproval and alienation.

You never did belong there.

You believed you didn't deserve his love, or anyone's love, for that matter. But even so, you couldn't help but accept it as a balm for the wounds of neglect inflicted by everyone else.

Satoru saw, and he knew what you were thinking—and what you thought of him. He would have to be stupid not to. But like the sneaky bastard he was, he kept on playing dumb. That is, during a day of training where you and Satoru were on the field. 

You watched with your legs propped close to your chest and your hand holding up your chin, watching Satoru as he was supposedly “training.” 

You kept close to yourself, eyes eventually fluttering close for just a second. “...” 

"Oiiii~! [Y/n]! What are you doing, zoning out like that, huh?"

You snapped from your daze, only to see Satoru’s pale face right in front of yours, rubbing at the top of your head. "Nothing, Satoru. Now, stop pulling on my hair."

You didn't know if it was just boredom settling in or if you were that fed up with everything of your years of existence, but you finally asked the burning question.

"Satoru."

"Hm?" he turned around to face you. "What is it, [Y/n]?"

"...Why do you stay around me?"

He tilted his head with an 'innocent' expression. But he knew. He always did. “What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Satoru. Why do you bother being around someone like me? I'm only holding you back. Mom knows it. Dad knows it. All the higher-ups know it."

"So?"

You were his twin. Whatever happened to him would reflect on you as well. 

"But that's—!"

Satoru, with a thin line of a smile, edged on. "What's so wrong about it?"

You were left speechless.

"Why wouldn't I play with you? What are they going to do about it, huh? Kill me?" he smirked. “You're my other half, after all."

Something tickled her cheek—a tear. A tear was forming, but you wouldn't let it fall, and you wiped your cheek, which would turn to every few seconds. You started chewing on your lower lip, and your eyes welled up with tears.

There was nothing left of your anger. Everything was gone. But it wasn't sadness that took it. You did not feel anything at all, but your face said otherwise. You could hardly keep yourself together.

The confirmation that your brother cared—saying it all aloud—made you crumble like fragile petals in a gentle breeze. Whether you wanted to or not, every emotion cascaded down your face like delicate petals. Tears escaped your eyes, followed by a hand coming over your shoulder. 

You glanced upward. It was Satoru's, your brother's, hand. 

"Hey, hey, c'mon. Why are you crying about this time, huh?" he teased while his other hand was extended, ready to pull you up. 

Looking at him directly in the eyes, right into those pearly ocean eyes, you couldn't help but think.

“Hah, you were always a crybaby,” he grinned.

You stifled a sniff of your nose, wiping the remaining tears from your face. “Shut it…” you shot back, but that came out softer than you meant for it to be.

A piece of vulnerability.

But Satoru’s hand still remained extended.

And you took it, instinctively reaching out for your brother, just like you always tried to meet the expectations of those in the family. Yet, in that fleeting moment of silence, you not only reached but grasped, succeeding where you had previously faltered.

Gojo pulled your intertwined hands closer together, locking eyes with you. Your breaths were so close that you could feel both his and your every breath. 

"No matter what happens, I'll protect you. Didn't I tell you? I'm the strongest, after all.”

"You always say that," you laughed sheepishly.

"That's because I meant it. Every word."

Of course. You didn't doubt that. You never did. 

While he may be the world's strongest jujutsu sorcerer, Gojo Satoru.

He's still your brother.

©hxnbi. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of my works.

[pengujoon]

WHERE YOU BELONG

cont. gojo x reader, fluff, teeny tiny angst if you squint, finest comfort fic. gojo went outstation for some jujutsu work and reader misses him very much, they hug and cuddle at the very end. living together!au. very very sweet ong

a/n. missing gojo so badly rn ughuhgufh

the apartment was shrouded in darkness when gojo returned. the jingle of keys echoed in the quiet space as he opened the door, and the first thing he noticed was the dimly lit room.

the scent of your absence hung in the air, making his heart ache with longing. he had been away for three weeks, and every day had felt like an eternity without you. he whispered, “love...? are you home?”

as he stepped further into the apartment, gojo's keen senses picked up on the hushed sobs coming from the bedroom. panic surged through him, and he quickened his pace, rushing down the hall.

a faint whimper was his only answer as he reached the bedroom door. with concern etched across his features, he didn’t waste a single second to get to you.

he pushed it open, revealing the silhouette of your form on his side of the bed, draped in his hoodies and clothes. moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on your tear-stained cheeks.

“love,” he whispered, his voice filled with worry and tenderness.

gojo moved closer, his footsteps nearly soundless on the carpet. the bag of snacks he had brought back with him from his outstation trip now lay forgotten on the floor.

his hand gently touched your shoulder, fingers brushing against the fabric of his hoodie you were wearing. your trembling form slowly turned to face him, your eyes shimmering with tears as you looked up at him. the sight of your sadness tore at his heart, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

“what's wrong, my love?” gojo murmured, his hand tilting your chin slightly to meet his gaze. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and soothing against your skin. “tell me, i'm here.”

you clung to him desperately, burying your face in the crook of his neck. his scent, his warmth, everything about him felt like a lifeline in that moment. “i missed you so much,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

“i dreamt that you died.” you confessed, tears welling up in your eyes once more.

gojo held you tighter, his arms a protective cocoon around you. he understood the depth of your longing, the ache of being apart for so long. he tightened his hold on you, as if willing to protect you from the lingering fear of that dream.

“i missed you too, my love,” he whispered back, his breath brushing against your ear. “i'm alive, and i'll always be here for you. i promise, i'm not going anywhere. we'll always have each other.”

gojo continued to hold you close, his embrace a steady anchor in the sea of emotions that engulfed you both. your tears stained his hoodie, but he didn't mind. he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips soft against your hair. his soothing touch traced comforting patterns on your back, the rhythmic motion a silent promise of his enduring affection.

you sighed in relief, feeling the tension slowly melt away as he held you close. in the darkness, the two of you found solace in each other's arms, sharing the intimate moments of whispered words, tender kisses, and the feeling of being exactly where you belonged — wrapped in each other's love, with a forgotten bag of snacks at your feet, a testament to his return.

as the minutes turned into hours, gojo continued to hold you close, offering silent comfort. he gently patted your head, his touch soothing as your sobs eventually subsided into quiet sniffles. the weight of your exhaustion began to take hold, and you nestled even closer to him.

the world outside faded away as you lay in his embrace, your breathing gradually steadying. gojo whispered sweet words of reassurance, his lips brushing against your forehead. “shhh, my love. i’m here with you. you can rest now.”

feeling safe and cherished in his arms, you finally succumbed to the exhaustion that had gripped you. your breathing became slow and steady, and your grip on gojo relaxed.

in the peaceful silence of the room, gojo continued to hold you, his love enveloping you like a warm blanket. he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, gazing down at your peaceful expression with all the tenderness in his heart, .

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with the deepest affection, as if sealing a promise to never let you go. in that moment, the world felt complete, and the two of you were entwined in a love that could withstand any distance or hardship.

urgh my heart. all these posts on pinterest do be making me so lovesick for this man

also felt like if reader had to do what she did after weeks of enduring the pain of being away from her loved one then something big must've happened for her to be shaken to her core so i added in the part where she dreamt he died

[chuluoyi]

fear

- gojo satoru x reader

his best friend’s defection is still a hard topic for him to swallow, and it leads into an unexpected argument that spurs you to leave, only to unlock a new fear in him when you get into an unfortunate accident afterwards.

genre/warnings: angst, gojo being mean, one scene with a worried nanami *wink*, injured reader, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end

notes: *sigh* my coping mechanism is still gojo’s past arc, which is why this piece takes place on that timeline. just a little context: reader is in the same class with nanami & haibara and was in the same mission that took haibara's life. this is probably the longest oneshot i've written so far sooo… enjoy! :)

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A year and a half had passed since Suguru embarked on his path as a curse user. In that one year and a half, Satoru had finished his last year at Jujutsu High, and now was in the halls of his alma mater, speaking to the newly appointed headmaster who was none other than his teacher.

"You're applying to become a teacher?" Yaga asked again with a frown. He still couldn't wrap his head around it. Granted, he was his most troublesome pupil. "Why, Satoru?"

"If I said it's because I want to train young sorcerers to be strong, would you believe me?"

That was not a lie. It was actually 50% of his main reasons anyway. The other 50% was to repent what he missed with Suguru when he chose his dark path—his contempt with the current system of this jujutsu world.

"I would," Yaga responded gruffly. To him, Satoru was irritating, but he also knew that he was also extremely capable, and thus everything he did wasn't just out of nowhere. "But you still have to submit your applications. We can't make an exception even if you come from a prestigious clan."

"That's fine with me," he grinned. "Thanks, sensei."

On summer days, he'd get reminded of Suguru and silly things they had done together. Eating shaved ice, cycling together, driving either you, Shoko or Nanami mad. Satoru missed those days, it hadn't been the same ever since. Not knowing if his best friend was alright—if he was still alive at all—was exhausting.

Sometimes, he felt like he was the only one who was affected by his departure, the only one who stayed right where Suguru left him. Shoko didn't seem ruffled, if anything she just went to more bars and pachinko parlors as of late. Nanami was always a recluse, he never disclosed his feelings. You mourned him, but it was clear that most part of you would always be more focused on Haibara's death.

Satoru understood that he couldn't force anyone to feel what he felt, and he had no right to. But sometimes, he just wanted someone to connect with at his level. Someone to get him just like Suguru did.

And so when he got back to his condo that night—just right next to the one he rented for Megumi and Tsumiki, since he had moved out of his dorm—to find his girlfriend there with a big smile and a tray of cupcakes, unaware of everything and anything, he merely scoffed to himself.

"Satoru, you're back," you acknowledged, beaming like the sunshine you were. "I just baked these for the kids. Do you want some?"

Usually he'd smother you, throw some pickup lines here and there and say yes, but today, he just felt drained. "No." And with that, he stalked away to the bathroom, not glancing back at you.

It was wrong. But tonight he just wanted some peace and quiet, and so keeping his silence seemed to be the best choice as he didn't want to start a pointless argument with you. But you weren’t anything but observant, and definitely noticed that something was amiss with him.

"Are you... alright?" You approached him warily after he came out of the bathroom with wet hair. "Where were you today?"

"Just somewhere," he replied curtly. Afterwards he turned on the hairdryer, drowning the whole place with the noise even as you stood behind him with a visible question mark.

But you were still there after he dried his hair. "Is something bothering you?" you asked with a tilt of your head, concerned. By all means, you mean well. You just wanted to know if he could use your help at all.

When you pulled that expression, he couldn't help feeling annoyed, like he wanted you to take a hint, but you just didn't. "If you know, then just shut it."

It was probably the first time since the two of you got together that Satoru actually said something harsh. But you still tried to be reasonable though, bless you.

"Satoru, I don't know what got into your nerves like this, but I think sleeping through it might help. Have a rest."

"Why are you talking as if you know it?" he snapped, finally turning to you with his cold gaze. "You might not know anything, so don't be a know-it-all. Just mind your own business."

Now you were frustrated with his reply. "Once again, I don't know what happened to you. But if you're taking it out on me because I'm the closest you have—"

"Who said that?" Satoru didn't know where he got all this venom from. It was just at the forefront of his mind and he just got the urge to spew it. "You're considering yourself closest to me? Where did you get that big head from?"

You were aghast, and you blinked a few times to get your bearings. "Let me guess, it's about Geto-san, isn't it? Or the higher ups. Either of that must be what causing you to blindly place your anger on me."

"So what if it was? It isn't like you'll understand anyway."

"Satoru," you started, trying to even your breathing. "What happened to Geto-san isn't your fault. I've been telling you this. It can't be helped—"

"Can't be helped?" he jeered. "Do you know why it has come to this?" his tone took a dangerous edge as he stepped closer. He reached for you, grasping your wrist.

"Maybe because I was too blind back then. If it weren't for you—if only I didn't spend that much time on you, maybe he would still be here."

Did he just say that? Did he just imply that he had regretted the two of you getting together?

You felt your lower lip start to tremble and something seemed to obscure and blur your vision, making it hard to see him clearly. "You... don't mean that."

"Really?" the corner of his lips curled into a disparaging smile. "You never know. Before you know it, this can be over already. After all, I could have anyone out there that I want. Maybe someone less nosey than—”

That did it. You wrenched your arm out of his grip violently, as your first tear fell. His smirk vanished too, replaced with a total stillness to cover his sudden panic that was followed by a sudden sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach.

"You selfish, self-obsessed jerk," you hissed through watery eyes. He was taken aback, even amidst your anger and possible fear of him, your still managed to throw daggers at him. "Fine. You have it. I'll see myself out."

Satoru never wanted you to leave. Honestly, he would've made you stay. But he wasn't in the right state of mind and it was too late to take back what he said. He didn't want to mess this up even further.

You left the cupcakes, even throwing it away just to spite him. Driven by pain and humiliation, you choked back your sob and didn't spare a glance at him as you shut the door.

Peace and quiet. There he had it, he thought as he clenched his fists, at the cost of everything else.

Leaving that condo, every step you took felt like needles piercing your shattered heart. You wiped your tears roughly. No, you refused to cry over such asshole. He made it clear, didn't he? Whatever it was that you two shared, it was at the cost of his best friend leaving him. So now the blame was on you.

If you were thinking clearly, you would've understood that his words were likely a result of his own pent-up pain and frustration that he had kept to himself for some while. But you had no patience for that or even pinpoint what you felt right now—anger, disappointment or dread, or perhaps all three. You just felt wrongly accused.

Your feet brought you back to your dorm in the school. Now it wasn't as bustling as it once were. After Satoru and Shoko's graduation, you didn't really get close to anyone. There was Ichiji, but he treated you more like a mentor rather than a classmate.

As you sank into the comforts of your bed, You replayed the events, trying to find where it went wrong—and found nothing. After all, you had already said all that could be said. It wasn't just him who lost Geto, but you, Shoko and Nanami did too, but it was more convenient for Satoru to blame everyone else rather than trying to understand that they too shared this pain.

Nevertheless, you were disappointed. You didn't expect half of what he spouted, and it got you doubting everything you had.

"You've royally fucked up."

Satoru exhaled, glaring at Shoko through the corner of his eyes. "Yeah, maybe."

The reverse cursed technique user threw him a blank stare, taking in everything from his disheveled hair to his wrinkled trousers. "Gojo, as much as I can’t care less about your sorry ass, I'm saying this not out of concern for you, but rather for Y/N. You are an asshole."

The puff of smoke she blew expanded to create a cloud-like shape. "Yaga-sensei was our teacher. His student is now a mass murderer and wanted dead. Can you even imagine how he feels? And I can't believe I'm saying this—but weren't there three of us?"

A week had gone by and instead of doing the right thing like trying to get into your good graces, Satoru was in Shoko's infirmary in the headquarters instead. He didn't exactly know what he was looking for by going here. Maybe some lingering taste of his happier student days, and Shoko was the only one remaining.

Three of us, huh... she was right. That was precisely why he came here after all.

"You're just sulking because it seems no one cares about your best friend being the best there is. But have you thought about how our juniors also lost Haibara? Right in front of their eyes? Haibara was our friend too."

He was wrong, of course he was. Satoru realized that now. But it felt wrong to ask for your forgiveness now, not to mention the disrupting thought he had—should he let you go for good altogether?

The phone suddenly rang with such fervor that made Shoko utter a swear word. She was on call duty for the rescue team today, and it was supposedly a peaceful day until Satoru decided to barge in to become her company. "Hello? Ichiji? What—speak clearly, I can't hear you."

She switched it to loudspeaker. "...iri-san! Ieiri-san—h-help—please—"

It was noisy, and blaring at the same time, and Ichiji was... Sobbing? Choking? His voice was terribly muffled and—

"L/N-san!" he cried, and Satoru remembered at that moment that you should be in a mission with Ichiji, he remembered you telling him before.

"Hic—s-she fell... hic—she fell! B-blood! She i-is bleeding so much! I-Ieiri-san—hic—s-send help! Please!"

"Hey, stay awake. Breathe. Just breathe."

Everything hurt. Most notably, your head. You could hardly think straight when all you felt was blinding pain and how your breaths came in short wheezes. 

Your vision was blurry. The numbness had started to set in and chills ran up and down your spine. You couldn't make out who in front of you was. Was it Ichiji, who went with you in this mission? The only thing that glared was blue.

"You can't sleep, you hear me?" the voice was commanding, willing you to do his bidding. It was familiar, but usually his tone of voice was much lighter, happier.

Satoru.

But why was he here? He wasn't in this mission. It was supposed to be a mission for you and Ichiji.

You remembered getting the cursed spirit after manifesting your domain expansion, until in its last ditch attempt, it went after Ichiji. You had no choice—even when your cursed energy had burned out, you still shoved him away at the cost of being flung from the top of a building.

Not again. Not after Haibara. You’d gladly pay the price if it meant you didn't have to see anyone die in front of you again.

"I..." You managed to croak out—breathing hurt, and you felt your hands being grasped tightly.

"Hey, just breathe. Y/N. Look at me.” Through your blurry haze, you focused on that cold blue, and you saw him. Satoru's sharp eyes, pursed lips and frown. He's really here.

Satoru always said that if there was a cursed spirit apocalypse, then Ichiji would be the first to die. You used to scold him for that, but now as you a laid here possibly dying in your own pool of blood, you found it to be true.

Yet at the same time you knew that with him here, Ichiji must be safe already, and it gave you reassurance so great even when you were on the verge of dying. "I... can't..."

"Yes, you can. Just look at me," he firmly rebuked, his voice came out in a hiss. For all the time you had been with him, you had never heard him so forceful. "If you close your eyes now, I won't forgive you. So please, just hang in there."

It was a struggle to take in any air and darkness encroached on your vision as your consciousness began slipping away.

And everything faded to nothingness.

Satoru honestly thought he had no fears. His worst fear had fully realized after all—Suguru going away into the darkness. What more could he possibly fear?

But when he heard Ichiji's distress call for rescue team, about how you fell from a rooftop of a building and unconscious, he realized that it was a fear he didn't know existed. His mind got disoriented and he teleported to the scene on impulse. He just had to see it for himself. With their petty argument still lacking closure, he felt even worse.

And the sight before him gave him so much fright he never thought was possible.

It was a mistake, he should have brought Shoko along.

You had laid there like a broken doll, your eyes dimmed, and not been able to breathe. He desperately tried to keep you awake, his presence beside you, yet it didn't seem to matter. He watched helplessly as you passed out in his arms.

Satoru felt nothing. The panic that had set in was suddenly gone as your limp body slumped against him, replaced by incessant ringing in his ears and tremor wracking his nervous system. It wasn't long until the rescue team came to retrieve you and even then he still felt numb. He rejected the idea that you might possibly die on him.

That went on until Shoko, who assisted in the emergency treatment, came out of the surgery, sweat on her forehead.

"It's even worse than the aftermath of the guardian deity mission last year," Shoko explained with a grim expression. "Her brain has sustained damage and it affects everything. It may take her quite a while before she can go back to the field."

When she said that, Satoru felt terror washed over him again. You almost died—was all he perceived.

The two of you had no contact for a week just because of his ego. He could still recall that day with vivid clarity, feeling a burning ache in his chest. If someone were to ask him what heartbreak was like, now he certainly would he able the to tell them the two instances in which he experienced them. What he felt now mirrored the same stinging sensation he had felt when Suguru left him.

He visited you when he was allowed to, and you were still unconscious, with many machines connected to your body. It was a sight he still couldn’t bring himself to get used to. He had seen you injured before, but never seen you in your own pool of blood, so this made him feel sick to his stomach.

"Stupid," he whispered, gently rubbing your forehead. His eyes remained fixated on you as you rested, his insides still churning with emotions. "You're not weak, and you're not hopeless." Once upon a time, Satoru might have thought of you as weak, but now he knew better.

"So why you always pick the worst decision?" The more he thought this could've been avoided, the more irked he was. The thought that he could have done something to prevent it intensified the sting of guilt, and he continued to punish himself with it.

And the more he dwelled on the idea that he had hurt you prior to this, the tighter his breath became.

But that was who you were. Self-sacrificing to a fault. And he loved you for that. There was no way of him letting you go now.

It astonished even himself—that he was capable of this love thing. At first it was an attraction, but now that you had been going on for more than a year, it felt like it was no longer a silly infatuation after all.

"Hurry and wake up, will you?" Satoru gently brushed your hair aside, his eyes fixed on you. He didn't know it even as his gut twisted, his frown deepened and his touch quivered, that he was worried sick. "I have a lot to make up for."

And he left you with a tender brush of his lips against your forehead.

Nanami Kento was the first person you saw when you awoke from coma.

You struggled to regain your senses, still feeling absolutely broken. The dull throb on the back of your head was still there, and as if you had found yourself trapped in a fog, you were only able to move sluggishly.

"You're awake?" his gruff voice greeted, laced with concern. In his hand were a bucket of fresh flowers and fruits basket, which he soon placed at the table next to your bed.

It was unexpected, because ever since the tragedy that costed Haibara's life, the two of you had been drifting apart.

You nodded, and let out a hum in response—all you could manage at the moment.

"Thank God." Nanami sounded relieved as he pinched the bridge between his eyes, and you were moved that he had shown this degree of concern.

Your remaining classmate, who suffered the burden of Haibara's life just like you. He was always quiet or brooding somewhere, hiding his own feelings.

You felt tears pricking the corner of your eyes. The fact that he visited you meant that he hadn't decided to cut you out of his life yet.

"Gojo-san is out today, but he'll be back by afternoon," he said, mistranslating your tears as some sort of a want to have your annoying—ex?—boyfriend at your side.

The two of you were still not on talking terms, weren’t you?

You so badly wanted to say thank you to him—and tell him that no, you weren't looking for Satoru—but it came out hoarse and barely above a whisper.

"Huh?" Nanami then realized what you were trying to say, and a faint smile graced his lips. "Just... get well soon, L/N. Have a good rest."

Just before you drifted back to sleep, you could hear him sigh and mutter, "Hello, Gojo-san? L/N has awakened. Just letting you know is all.”

You weren't sure how much time had passed when you woke up the second time, but the curtains were already drawn and only darkness came from the window. Your body felt lighter, but you still felt like a mess and and couldn't help but groan in discomfort.

Satoru was there, he perked up at the noise you made. And you realized that it was the first time in about a week that he faced you after that disasterous almost-breakup.

He walked up to you, his expression was more hopeful than you had ever seen him before, like a kid whose wish had been granted. He slowly shifted to sit beside you.

"Hey, welcome back." His voice was soft. It was a change of pace for him, as you were used to seeing him all loud and silly.

Now your voice no longer sounds like a lead. "Hey."

"How are you feeling?" he asked and you took a moment to look at him. He was smiling, but exhaustion reached his bright eyes, dimming them. "You know, with the whole you passing out and almost dying thing?"

His words were almost humorous as he spoke, like he didn't know what else to say except try to lighten the mood, but there was also a strain on his tone, like he was holding back.

"I'm quite fine now, I suppose..." You still felt the lingering pain and dizziness as you slowly sat up. Satoru reached out to steady you—and you realized how his fingers trembled when they made contact with your body—as his brows furrowed with worry when you winced.

"You don't look like it though." His voice dropped and the humor was gone, replaced by this haunted look. You blinked. It was probably the first time you had seem him this ruffled.

He immediately pulled you into a hug, cradling your head to his neck gently, as if to protect and shield you from the world altogether. Exhaling heavily, he leaned on you. "You scared me, you know that?"

You wondered out loud if you really had that hold over him. "Did I?"

"You can't do that to me, you hear?" Satoru stroked your hair, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. His voice quivered. “Don't ever do that again.”

He pulled you tighter against him, but still careful not to crush you.

You let out a snicker, letting go of everything you felt during this horrible week. "Heh, afraid to lose me, huh?"

"Shut up,” he grumbled. “What were you thinking anyway? How did you calculate that freefalling is better than letting that cursed spirit attack Ichiji?”

"He was defenseless. He could die, you know that."

"And you also can," he quipped, upset, pulling away enough to look you squarely in the eyes, his eyes devoid of any expression, yet filled with a raging wave that you could only interpret as undiluted concern.

The emphasis in his tone made you recoil and feel guilty. If you were in his shoes, you probably would've said the same thing and so you had nothing to say to that.

But the more pressing agenda in the list was the unspoken silent treatment the two of you saw fit to use against each other for the last few days. Satoru was the one who decided to address it first.

"About that night..." he faltered, looking away. "I didn't mean what I said. I'm sorry."

Satoru always had trouble processing emotions. This time too. He must've a hard time dealing with the anxiety caused by the possibility of him losing you for good, no matter how much he tried to be unaware of it.

"..." You wanted to respond, to make him understand your point, but somehow right now you were just too weary. And he sensed your reluctance. So you blurted the first thing that gnawed at your mind.

“You said you could have any other women out there—”

"No, really—" he started to panic, and it was blatantly too, which surprised you. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Us. I don't regret anything. I’m not breaking up with you. Being with you is the happiest I've been ever since Suguru left."

“That's...” you blinked, before letting out a small sigh. “Okay. Fine then. Let's just put it behind us for now.”

“I—” he almost wheezed, his bright blue eyes were overtaken with sheer urgency to explain how wrong everything had been that night. “You must know that I didn’t mean any of it. And that I hate hurting you the way I did. I won’t—”

"Satoru, I understand," you let out another sigh, fidgeting with your fingers. "Sometimes when I’m reminded of Haibara, I also get sad. I don't want to presume but I think I know how you feel. Just next time, maybe," you shifted your gaze on him, seeing how you had his attention fully. Gojo Satoru, the strongest now, was looking at you as if you had his fate in your hands. "Just tell me if you need space and I would have understood."

"Yeah, okay, sure," he responded immediately, relieved, before a lopsided grin appeared on his face, turning him back into your dork slash boyfriend. "So, am I forgiven now?"

"A thank you would be nice."

In the end, he chuckled, seemingly resigned. "You should sleep more."

He positioned himself into bed next to you, and you let him pull you into his chest again. You could feel how his taut back started to relax upon the contact. He pressed his lips on your forehead in a fleeting kiss.

"Promise me you won't pull that stunt again.”

You smirked. "I can't. What if Ichiji—"

"Then just let him die."

You swatted his arm playfully, pressing your head to his chest as he continued to run his fingers on your hair. He cushioned you carefully, and you felt the tension in him slowly melt away with each breath you took. In your mind, you figured he needed this closeness more than you did, if anything, for the sake of his sanity.

“I love you,” he whispered by your ear, kissing it lightly.

“Mmhm.”

As you felt Satoru's calming presence, it helped ease you into slumber. You soon found yourself in a deep sleep, comfortably held in his embrace.

Epilogue

Ichiji gulped as Satoru stared him down, sizing him up as if he was the most despicable creature on this planet.

Okay, he might be. He was a coward, all he could do was trembling in the face of evil. But he had come in peace, even bringing fruits as an offering! He felt bad too that he was the partial cause for you to be this injured.

He was used to Satoru terrorizing him—calling him names, slapping him, and whatnot—and he could take it. Just this time, he really looked like he could murder him on the spot if he wanted to. A small part of Ichiji mourned that you were his girlfriend, because that pretty much sealed his fate that Gojo Satoru could indeed murder him on the spot because he had a valid enough reason to.

"You are—"

"No! I'm sorry, Gojo-san! I'm sorry for my incompetence!"

"Hah?"

If he was mildly irked before, now Satoru was visibly irritated.

"You're not cut out to be a jujutsu sorcerer," he started. "You're useless. You just get in the way most of the time."

Ichiji kept his head down. No, no. He can't cry!

"Get your driving license or I'll slap the shit out of you."

"Oh?" and before he knew it, Satoru had stalked away, leaving him in the dust. How rude! But...

Get a driver license? Quit the jujutsu work?

Hey, that sounds like something I can do!