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s3thwrit3sstuff · 7 months

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❝ I WANT THE YOU WHO WANTS ME AGAIN ❞

Gojo Satoru x male!reader | angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, some comfort, in the end, | wc: 4.5 K | not proofread

warnings: death of a parent through sickness (unspecified), cheating (gojo with geto), r! goes through it (lmao), megumi is rooting for r!

masterlist; part 1; part 2; part 3; alternate ending; playlist; au's and what if's

Perhaps at one point in your arranged marriage, you had loved Satoru but that’s all but vanished away when you see how he looked at Geto. Still, you provide comfort to your husband when he seeks you even if his six eyes (and soul) all bear to you that he does not see you. Satoru realizes too late that he cares for you - that he loves you. He despises your empty stare, he wants you back. He desperately wants you back.

authors note: i know i said i was taking a break but writing this made me feel a little bit better — cathartic almost. it's been in the drafts since last year anyways so might as well. (autumn leaves by bts inspired fic)

It seemed as though even the clouds were pitying the sight before it. Grey and darkened, they gathered to block the sun as whispers of doubt combed through the trees surrounding the temple — they reach your ears despite the attempts of your mother. "Now, don't you look handsome". She tucks a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, pursing her lips at the look in your eyes. "(Y/N)". Her hands grasp at your face. The warmth of someone's hands on your cheek jitters your brain awake, and your pupils contract back into focus. "Have you been eating well, darling?" For a moment, your heart squeezes at her kind words. It's been so long since another had asked you that question so sincerely. The tears well but your hair sways as you shake your head, urging your cheeks to form a smile. "I'm alright, mom. Just getting over a cold". She brushes her thumb over your cheek then presses a kiss to your forehead. "My son". You're pulled into an embrace and suddenly you're little again — clinging to her after she had bandaged you up from your training session. Your eyelashes darkened as tears slip past them, hands trembling as you grip her tightly. "My beautiful son". Eventually, the sun sets but the rain continues to pour. The sounds of the raindrops are violent, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder it seemed as though the Gods were angry. Angry Gods do little to scare your father. He gazes at you coldly from where your head is laid upon your mother's lap. Defiantly, you avoid meeting his eyes as you relish in the fingers smoothing out your hair. "Your husband will not be pleased with this," your mother's glare is reproachful. "Our son has come to pay us a visit, his husband needn't worry about him," his nostrils flare and he looks as though he's about to go on another rant about image, expectations, manners, servitude. But before he could, the shoji door slides open. It's one of the servant girls, her bow immaculate you could see the swirl pattern of her hair growth. "Gojo Satoru has arrived, Master (L/N)" She's addressing your father, you know because you are now Master Gojo. The air is filled with expectations. The rain does little to muffle it. Pitying her back, you rise from your mother's lap. "Inform my husband I'll be out in a moment" She bows deeper and straightens her composure to slide the door close but freezes as you address her. "Is my husband alone?" When her mouth opens to form the syllables of Geto Suguru your eyes turn to the floor. You're unsure if she's finished her sentence but find very little fucks to give as you silence her with raise of your hand. Wordlessly, she bows and closes the door.

"Ah, husband!" he slings his arm around your shoulder. His weight, his warmth, his presence — too casual it's an insult. You cared little for tradition, scoffing at it sometimes, but the way Satoru displays himself in front of your parents causes you to grit your teeth. Suguru shoes are in the peripheral of your vision, you will your gaze to the side.

Once upon a time, the four of you were friends. Satoru, Suguru, Shoko and you.

Those blue summers and warm winters as first-year sorcerers. Memories so bright and heartfelt others probably only see on movie screens. Then you were betrothed to Gojo Satoru, family stuff, expectations and duty, and everything the both of you roll your eyes at. A part of you had been elated. Blinded by the idea of marrying the boy your heart beats for. Sure, falling in love would have been preferred but despite the arranged marriage, you were thick as thieves. So, in your foolish daydreams, you'd sigh at the idea of you two falling in love. Shoko could only watch as your dreams crumble before you. She tried her best to be some sort of support — shocked when she spotted you smoking her cigarettes after a year into the marriage. "I never noticed the way they look at each other". Your words follow the stream of smoke and Shoko settles next to you with her elbows placed on the railings. "I mean, I knew but I just thought...I just thought he'd look at me the same one day". She is silent as you curl over the railing, shoulders jerking with silent sobs. "How foolish, huh?" She places a hand on your back, saying nothing as you wept.

Suguru greets your parents with more tact than your husband who is smiling ear-to-ear. "How was your mission, Gojo, Geto?" the way their surnames sounded made your jaw ache as you continued locking your jaw. Your husband is squeezing you to his side, like a friend. Satoru feels your shoulders stiffening and he loosens his grip to look down at you but you slip out from under him and hastily walk towards the car. "Young Master —" a servant gasps as he attempts to match your pace, the umbrella he holds barely shielding you as you feel your tears mix with the rain. "(Y/N)!" Suguru calls, catching up to you with his own umbrella and you feel searing guilt stab at your chest. Suguru had never been mean to you — he's been there for you through the years and despite your sudden avoidance of him here he was trying to ensure you remained dry. A clap of thunder muffles your sob, the only mercy the Gods are giving you, and you will yourself to pass Suguru. The car door is slammed shut in Suguru's face and before he can wonder the driver is driving off. He stands in shock, the servant that had been chasing you sharing his expression. Satoru tilts his head, hands in his pockets as he Suguru gives him a look of apprehension once he reaches him. Your parents — his in-laws — are apologizing. More so your mother. Your father's anger is palpable despite his puckering lips. "We'll get you another car, Gojo, Geto" your father calls for his personal driver

Satoru’s eyes — with that bright, heavenly, blue that put the sky to shame — linger on the fading signature of your aura. Suguru’s bangs stick to his forehead due to the rain and the sight of him alone has Satoru tear his gaze away. They land on Suguru who offers a furrow of his brows and so Satoru reaches to wipe the wetness away.

“Hey!” the action is rough, anything but romantic. Suguru feels like a cat being pet too roughly — with their skin stretching back and eyes growing wide — and so he smacks Satoru's hands away.

Friendly. Playful. Banter. Boys being boys.

Your mother squints her eyes nonetheless. She had heard that Satoru had been less than willing to marry. Her husband had thought it was his hubris but bowed until his forehead met the floor of the Gojo clan’s home. Their name was no laughing matter — a strong line of curse users much like the Zenin’s.

But Gojo Satoru was sought after by many the second he turned 16 — the marriage proposals flooded in like a tsunami.

He refused them all. Except the (L/N)'s.

She had thought it was the dowery. Perhaps, even the fact that an alliance would soothe whatever ill tides their clans had once had. Or maybe it really was just a stroke of luck her son got along so well with Satoru while attending Jujutsu High (her husband had enrolled (Y/N) only when he heard whispers of Satoru attending).

But fear gripped her heart as Suguru tugged on Satoru’s ear.

Had he accepted...just so he could remain close to his true love?

“I’m sorry”. You pause the wiping motion, delicately lifting your head as your mother’s cloudy gaze floats aimlessly in the room. You were used to her nonsensical speeches, her random bursts of conversations and weepy apologies. It's been a year since the sickness unexpectedly came over her and you suppose that is what most people do when they’re close to death's door. Confessions of this and that just shooting out in a weak attempt to right old wrongs.

“Nothing to be sorry for, mother”. She places a hand over yours and squeezes. How frail. When has your mother looked so frail?

“Come home, be a (L/N) again”, confusion contorts your face. “Mother, whatever you’ve heard is all unfounded. Rumours. Father has dealt with them”, despite her fragility her fingers squeeze your wrists so tightly it forces your own to release the damp cloth.

“Then say that to me. Look into my eyes and tell me that bastard husband of yours is better than mine, that he’s not off loving another while you rot here”.

Colour bleeds into those lifeless eyes. She feels that same squeeze she felt when she saw Satoru wipe away the rain from Suguru’s skin rather than your tears just a year ago.

Just as quickly as they appear, that dullness returns in your eyes and she reaches to hold your face but you stand.

“Father is cheating on you?”

She’s lost you.

You walk to dip the cloth into the bowl, and your shoulders are too heavy for a 17-year-old boy. Her precious son, so forlorn and withdrawn; humiliated by the society he was in for being inadequate and unworthy.

Perhaps she deserved those titles, sick and bedridden and dying, it was no surprise that her husband is seen courting younger ladies. But not you, not her son.

“He’s no shame, you know your father. His pride comes before all”. It elicits a dry chuckle from you.

Then you suppose Satoru had more in common with your father than you knew.

The Star Plasma vessel incident, you can't believe it's been a year.

A year after that man that killed that Amanai and Kuroi and Satoru.

You remembered dropping to your knees as he admitted it out loud with such an ugly smile, shaking your head in disbelief as anger swelled within you.

Before you could even think, even grieve and rage, Geto had beaten you to it. As you looked at him with his anger so visceral it came off of him in waves you felt your torn heart crumble into pieces. It felt good to dish out that anguish on Fushiguro Toji even if you ended up eating dirt.

“Wasn’t he your husband?” Toji placed his foot on your neck. “Damn, he treats you that badly or something? This freak put up a better fight”, that day you had surprised Toji by smiling with your teeth all bloody.

“He did, didn’t he?” Your laughter bubbles and you choke on your own blood.

Toji knocked you out after a scoff.

That still wouldn’t have killed you as much. The torn pieces of your heart were still salvageable.

But then.

Then.

As Satoru came back. Warm and alive. Bloody but grinning. He did not race to you, he did not even look at you. To his credit, he simply stood there with his arms wide open.

But then.

Then.

Geto’s the one to race into them.

Ah.

Right.

Shoko was shocked to see you in her smoking spot. She hadn’t even seen you as Satoru was whisked away by the Gojo clan, only spotting Suguru following along. None had wondered where Satoru's husband was; Suguru was always next to him, so there was no void that one could spot.

“Are you alright?”

The darkness in your eyes makes her flinch.

You were dead.

She’s been around enough of death and you were dead.

Your once warm, cheerful, eyes now devoid of anything.

She held you as you cried, not knowing what more she could say to help you.

“Leave me alone”, Satoru is under the covers. He has been for days now.

Grieving.

Grieving Geto.

“Husband”, you coax. It was once a funny joke. The laughter you shared as the both of you exchanged formal titles of your marriage. It hurt to know that it truly was a joke for Satoru - not for you.

Satoru grits his teeth. His eyes were rimmed red, he himself was surprised they weren’t swelled up. His throat was scratchy, his skin uncomfortable and untended from his refusal to get up. His hair was tousled, unkept and disarrayed. It's been a week since Geto's betrayal and Satoru had been laid in your bed, burying himself under the blankets and deeper into the mattress; as if determined to be buried with his sadness and anger.

“Husband," he feels your hands on his shoulder. You know him by his shape alone. If you closed your eyes you could trace the curves that made up Satoru; even if it killed you slowly, your love was a loyal curse.

“Don’t call me that!” he raises in a grand move. The covers flew and his voice was in a yell. His glare was spine-chilling but they faltered as he saw the outfit you were.

“What should I call you then, Satoru?”

He takes you in, frowns deepening at the awful way his name sounds as you call for him. Not like his Suguru; his one and only.

“What the hell are you wearing, (Y/N)?”

He feels awful as you answer: “Funeral garbs. My mother has passed”.

There’s some satisfaction that paints your features as he is rendered speechless.

“What? How?”

“She was sick”. As he sits there with nothing to say you move to kneel in front of him. Your touch shocks him to reality. He pulls his shirt down, hoping you haven’t seen the hickeys Suguru had left on him before he decided to massacre that village.

You had. You’ve seen all of it. The lingering scent of Geto on his clothes, the hair ties on his wrist, the love bites that mottle his pale skin. Satoru may have those six heavenly eyes but he seemed so blind when it came to you.

The way he grimaces each time you’ve said his name now.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ll help you wash up, Gojo”. He’d be an idiot to have not noticed that switch. Guilt is seeded into him. He stops your hands but you move them with a robotic stubbornness.

“Stop — Wait —”

“I know, Gojo.”

Silence drapes the room.

Your hands carefully thumb into his heart and cover the seed of guilt with such care Satoru’s pulse doubles its speed.

“I know you love him. So very much. I know, because when I go to clan meetings, my cousins whisper behind my back of the two of you holding hands and going on dates. When you come back late after a mission to go to Geto’s room. Or when you suddenly have Geto’s marks on you and yours on him”.

“(Y/N) — ”

“But this is my mother, Gojo”.

Your voice wavers just as he clutches your wrists in his hands. Your head hangs as your shoulders jerk up and down, twisting and squirming so you can help Satoru clean and dressed.

You know he was in pain and your heart feels for him. He needs your help. You were willing to strip down so you could wash him, and get back into this disgustingly heavy robe all over again despite how nauseating it was to do it the first time.

Funny. You can’t recall ever being one with Satoru. Your marriage was never consummated — he told you that there was no rush, you were still kids. What did he tell Geto then? Did he tell him that he had never taken you in bed? Was he fervent in his worship of him? Was their love akin to a religion? Did they worship each others temples like devout monks? How funny. The first time you’d get to see him naked and him you would be the day of your mothers funeral.

“She was my mother, Satoru!”

He has never heard you yell before. Satoru is struck by the that revelation.

It’s been a year since he was officially titled your husband and he knew you longer than that. But this was the first time he’s seen you in despair. Heard your yell.

Seen you cry.

“Please, I know he was your one and only but she was my mother. Please, please, don’t let me face this alone, Gojo”

“(Y/N)...”

“Please, Gojo...”

Your wrists slip away from his loosened grip. Crumpling onto the floor, your forehead meets the floor and his feet as your beg.

"(Y/N)". How long had your mother been sick? Why didn't you tell him — or did you? Why couldn't he remember? As his mind races to collect any memory of this past year, your tears that wet his feet water that guilt.

Satoru says nothing as the both of you appear at the funeral. The haughty eyebrows and curled lips sting more when he's there — was it shame? This burning feeling in your chest? Had you said too much to Satoru? Now he was acutely aware of how others looked at you, at your marriage. How awful.

Satoru is not used to this feeling. As a child, the eyes that lingered on him were hungry for the prize of beheading him. That had been more comfortable than this.

This was scrutinizing. They gazed on you with pity, even with his body attempting to shield you, the whispers reach your ears anyways. Have you been doing this all alone? All those clan meetings that you went to alone, the ones he'd excuse himself from saying he had a mission while he spent the day with Suguru to make him eat more and attempt to nurse him back to his side from the Star Plasma vessel incident.

Suguru had wept to him, telling him how terrified he'd been at the thought of Satoru leaving him. Why didn't you come to him? No. Why hadn't he noticed you?

The ride back home was silent. Satoru couldn't believe your father had brought his bride-to-be to the ceremony, you quelled his anger by muttering that your mother had given her blessing for their marriage.

You're staring out the window. Had those bags always been under your eyes? When did your cheeks get so sunken in? Had you...had you lost weight? He ignores the way your fingers twitch as he places his hand over yours. Your skin feels foreign — so does his. He offers a purse of his lips, sliding his hand up your arm and leaning in to embrace you.

But freezes as you pull your hand away.

"Don't force it upon yourself, Gojo". "Husband —" his smile falls as your shoulders tighten, lower lip quivering. "Please don't make me beg again, Gojo."

"What do you think, beloved?" Gojo grins brightly, bouncing his brow up and down. You were seated across from him in some cafe — he had been telling you all about how good the crepes here was a week before. "About...?" He pouts and places his elbows on the table. "My theory?" He watches as you blink, once, twice, then a faux smile climbs on your face. You turn your attention back to the melting ice cream. "Your theory about Okkotsu cursing Rika because of his love for her?" He nods vigorously. "It makes sense, right? His curse technique activating after seeing that brutal sight, it binding Rika to him". "Afterall, love is the most powerful curse", you said. Gojo's animated hand motions pause. He places his hand back onto the table. He reaches for your hand and you squeeze your eyes shut but allow it. He hates this.

Not you — He doesn't hate you. But he hates this.

After your mothers funeral, he looked through pictures. As first year students, all sunny smiles and bright eyed. The smiles got more tame as the four of you aged. His hands slung around Suguru's more tightly — even after they bared matching rings.

Satoru's never seen you smile like that anymore.

He brushes his thumb over your knuckles. Your jaw clenches.

"I love you, my beloved".

"...Thank you, Gojo".

"It's been awhile, Satoru".

No. No, no, no.

Nononononononnonononononononononononono —

Gojo can't take his eyes away from Suguru.

He tries and tries and tries but he can't. Pinned by his onyx gaze alone.

Satoru's ring burns viciously and he curls his fingers into fists.

Meanwhile, your dead-eyed gaze seemed to intensify. Everything is muffled, it felt like you were underwater. It felt like you were 17 years old again.

Abandoned. Unworthy. Unloveable. In love. Always have been. Always will be. In love with a man that was never yours.

"(Y/N), you look pale", Suguru condenscends. At least, that's what it sounds like.

Hah. Was he envious? Did he think that in the years he's been gone, you've filled the void he left? Or did he know that you never did but he was jealous anyways?

Fuck, Satoru thinks. His temples feel taut as his teeth grit together.

Kento steps infront of you and your eyes widen by an inch.

How pathetic, Gojo (Y/N). An underclassmen protecting you from your husbands ex-lover's gaze.

Why couldn't Geto Suguru just die already.

"What are you doing?" Gojo is grieving again. You should be elated but you're not. It feels too cruel. It wasn't your doing, you hadn't had any hand in killing Geto Suguru but a part of you wondered if your inner thoughts had been a wish you put out to the world. Now, Gojo was without Geto and Geto's daughters were without their father.

So you felt guilt anyways.

It was more feasible competing for Satoru's affections when his lover was simply exiled. How could you compete with a ghost?

"I'm praying for him", you replied. Gojo watches as you prepare to do so, kneeled on the floor. His eyes are rimmed with red again and he knows you've heard his cries; so here you are, sacrificing your happiness again for him.

"You don't have to do that, beloved". You say nothing as your eyes are closed in prayer. Satoru kneels behind you, his guilt had 10 years to grow and now it was a willow tree, with its leaves sweeping the lake of tears it grew from. Your eyes flutter open as you feel his head in the junction of your neck and shoulder; he fit so perfectly there, just like you knew he would. He's crying into your shoulder and your hand reaches back to card through the shaved sides of his hair. Your fingers lightly brushing the shell of his ear makes him shudder and he circles your waist to pull you against him. "Don't pity me, Gojo". He says nothing and neither do you.

"Say my name". His voice so close to your ear has you shivering.

"Gojo".

He shakes his head.

"My name, please, please, just say it".

Your heart clenches and as you close your eyes a tear slips past.

"I can't replace him, Gojo". He squeezes you tighter.

"I'm not asking you to replace him. No one can replace Suguru. I don't want them too, I don't want you too; I want you".

"I don't believe you".

He laughs, the slightest brush of his teeth on your skin has your stomach twisting into knots. Your breath trembles and you squirm in his hold, twisting away and getting onto your feet to get away from him. He doesn't allow you to. He blocks your way, shaking his head as he holds your shoulders next.

"I want you, (Y/N). I love you —"

How long have you wanted to hear those words. Your heart wants nothing more than to soar. But your brain knows better. "No, no, no, let me go". He doesn't let you. Satoru wraps his arms around you and your mouth opens to let out yells, fists pounding onto his chest as you try to get away from him.

"I hate you! You fucking bastard! I hate you, I loathe you!"

Satoru holds you firmly agaisnt him. Holding the back of your head preciously as he finally hears your voice raised above that whispering tone. "I hate you! I hate you so much! Why do you keep doing this to me!? I — I just wanted you, Satoru!" Your voice breaks and your sobbing turns into wailing. His heart squeezes, chest physically hurting as you sob and yell.

"I wanted you, Satoru! I just wanted you!" "Why didn't you love me, Satoru!?" Thunder rumbles and as your yells quiet down into hiccups, rain muffles it.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)". He feels your knees give out and he holds you, making you lean against him for support. "I'm so sorry, my beloved. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, (Y/N)".

When he tucks you in to rest, he isn't surprised Megumi is standing in the doorway with his eyes set into a glare. Satoru wipes your tears away, sweeping some of your hair away before placing a kiss on your forehead. He raises to answer Megumi's burning questions.

"You heard?"

"I'm not deaf".

Megumi has his arms crossed. He was an observant boy. Being raised by both Satoru and you — he notices the overexuberant Satoru's confidence wavering every time you give him smiles that never reach your eyes. Tsumiki even told him once that she finds it sad, how you both seem to be so familiar but foreign to each other.

"But one time I did see (Y/N) get flustered because of Satoru", she told Megumi whilst on their way back from school. He looked ahead, sipping on his drink as a prompt for Tsumiki to continue. "It was during breakfast. (Y/N) woke up a little late because he was traveling around for clan meetings and missions. So he was panicking so much, he burnt our rice and stuff! But then, Satoru walks in and tells him he prepared our bento. He kept it in the fridge. All that was needed to do was heat it up, he helped (Y/N) the entire time and then he just — "

Tsumiki kisses the air with a loud 'mwah!'

"He plants a kiss right on (Y/N)'s forehead. (Y/N) was so flustered he just stared down at the sink. It was cute, he's definitely still in love, they both are!"

Megumi peeks into the room. The sliver of light on your peaceful expression highlights the content curl of your lips despite the swollen eyes you bore.

"...Don't mess up this second chance", Megumi warns. He turns and marches away while Satoru huffs, scratching the back of his head as he sighs. "I wasn't planning to". He really does love you. He does. He loves you, from the ends of your hair to the tip of your fucking toes; he loves —loved, Suguru too. But this is different, you're different. But his love isn't any less or more.

He loves you.

Whatever it takes, he'll make sure you know it until his last breath.

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shaisuki · 3 months

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hello! Your writing amuses me a lot. Could you write a story where gojo, nanami, toji or Geto find out that their partner was kidnapped and they find her with some blow and they get furious?

Thanks and greetings from Argentina 😘

BRUISES AND DEAD BODIES

ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

content warnings ─── injuries, murder, gore, assault

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ there's lines that cannot be crossed with them and involving you is a dumb way to die.

GOJO SATORU

enemies are easier to make than friends and since his birth, danger followed him everywhere. from bounty hunters to curse users and being related or being significantly special to the six eyes and limitless user, danger was just around the corner.

satoru is strong. unbelievably strong. he has the power to tip the balance of the world and thus, he have the power to protect especially to you.

but sometimes, fate would place a cruel situation to him. you disappeared out of the blue. it's not like for you to tease him with something serious knowing he can be dramatic at times and his instincts isn't he ignores and alas, he was right. you were a captive. some group bounty hunters had ganged up for the price of his head. if he kills himself you live. that's why they have said. a negotiation but there's no such things as a negotiation for him.

only an idiot would mess to gojo satoru and they are. they think using you as a hostage for someone like him would be an easy way to get what they want but gojo proves them wrong.

he sees you bound in a chair. sound asleep. soft breaths adding to your state while your chest heaves. you're alive and it's relief not until he sees the damage they had done to you. blue eyes shimmering. casting it's glow to the precipitants and it's too late to back now for underestimating him.

adding to his hidden rage was the visible bruises and the welts to your skin. they have chosen death. no room to think as his hands cups the head on one of them before twisting it off. the hard skull was no match for gojo's strength. the head pops like a can being crushed in his bare hands and at the blink of an eye. there was nobody breathing except for him and to his lover.

he gently scoops you in his arms. your soft, plump frame against his hard ones and gojo loved the position if only it was under normal circumstances.

footsteps echoes in the silent building where once rowdy bounty hunters had gathered. it's only a shell of the former building while their corpses filled the entire space.

fluttering your lashes open, you were instantly greeted by the soreness of your body. added by the bruises stinging in your skin and a tuft of white hair is the first thing you've noticed about him.

“satoru?” blinking your eyes to adjust in your surroundings and to confirm if it was him and you weren't wrong. it was him. “glad you're awake now.” he says cheerfully. “what happened to you? me, your amazing boyfriend had to save you from the bad guys.” puffing his chest and you weren't sure how you would take his boasting.

tired and defeated. you admitted your weakness. “i'm sorry. i let my guard down.” your face casting a solemn look and gojo ignores it. partly it was his fault and you got dragged into it. since the start of your relationship with him, you're already marked as a target. knowing you are gojo's achilles hell.

“don't worry about it. let's get you to shoko.” you shaked your head. “can it wait until later?” you ask him. “why?” he replied. “i'm hungry.” gojo chuckles at your predicament. bruised and tired and you wanted to eat and of course, gojo accepts it.

“okay, okay. let's get you something to eat and we're going to shoko.”

all the things he can do for you and there's no such thing as denying the things you want.

NANAMI KENTO

veins desperately clawed to the surface of his skin. they look like kernels of corn ready to burst at any moment and it isn't the only thing that is ready to burst.

he's calm and composed. he always is. this is how he handles his profession as a sorcerer. merely a bit of being teetered to the edge isn't enough to break him. of course there are times where he loses composure but it is nothing when it comes to you.

there's drips of bloods staining your face and you're unconscious body is sprawled to the floor and nanami isn't a saint to forgive for such animosity and he breaks.

his muscles bulge while wrapping that necktie in his palms. the perpetrator stumbles out of panic and in fear. nanami's raging from inside and outside.

his fist collided in the cheek. there's a crack can be heard as the one who assaulted you was planted on the wall. coughing up blood and skull was dented like a can being crushed in a hand. it wasn't enough and nanami punches again until only a bloody pulp of a body is only way someone can recognize it as a former body. if it is what is it

“mmm... kento. 'm sorry.” you weakly mustered to speak to him. “no. don't apologize for it darling.” his once face that was clouded with rage clears up. his features softening while he tended to the wounds he can heal.

inside nanami was scared. he didn't show it. how close you are for being parted to him and he can't accept if something happens to you again. it looks like nanami have to make sure this won't happen again even if it's the last thing he will do.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

“oi, oi.” toji began to get irritated. inspecting your face in his hands. moving it left and right to assess the injuries that you had taken from your captors. “a pretty face is all she had and you come destroying it.” even with that heightened senses of his, could he not tell you can hear him.

the sorcerer assassin's eye came twitching in irritation as he looks at your state. toji wouldn't care if someone would get beat up for his fault but it is different when it comes to you. “now which one of you assholes would go first?” the cursed spirit worm vomits one of the weapons in his arsenal and toji stretches his limbs. waving his weapon like a fan and hell broke loose.

“i just wished you didn't come and get me if you're just going to insult me.” rolling your eyes at him and you winged as he pulled your arm. “i did you a favor and you need to repay me.” he casually tells you. ignoring the remarks from you.

fuck. he's toji fucking fushiguro and you know how stubborn this man is when it comes to his selfish needs. you already forgot that it was his fault that you got dragged into his dirty business. “and i'm right princess. you're face is only the redeeming quality of yours.” good heavens. you just wished you were already dead. you can't fucking stand him and yet, you're here.

“come on now.” toji grabs you. not minding your injuries and how you squirmed against him. licking the shell of your ear. “you know what i want.” he whispers. taking the reward in his own hands.

GETO SUGURU

his expression unreadable. staring at your figure that is bound and bruised. how did it resulted to this when he got you locked and guarded all the time and some bloody monkeys took their revenge on him by using you.

geto's fuming inside and he smiles. although it doesn't reach his eyes and a wall appeared out in the thin air. humongous and hideous creatures began to pry the walls to open. with a flick of his finger, they began to attack whoever their owner desired to kill.

the screams. they were loud. screeching as they begged for their lives. it was like fork being rubbed in a surface and only to produce the most irritating sound but for him. that is what he calls a music to his ears. if they have chosen to leave you alone, this wouldn't happen. anyways it was bound to. considering how he was a threat for them in a long time and it would come soon for them to target you and he hated himself for that. getting dragged by the filthy hands of the scums.

all is fine, now. he have you in his arms now and those who dared to harm you again will face him and the hell he is about to unleash him. no one would be safe from him.

he kisses your forehead. you were sound asleep from all of that. gently patting your head to soothe you was comforting enough for him.

geto walks away with you in his arms and the pile of corpses behind him.

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reinainaric · 3 months

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Marriage of Convenience with Geto Suguru

pt 2.

contents: arranged husband!geto suguru x reader, whipped!geto, comfort, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, not proofread

warnings: nsfw, cowgirl, breeding kink, oral sex (m. receiving), doggy, pure smut lol

link for pt. 1, pt. 3

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arranged husband!geto suguru loved it when you took control. holding your hips steady as you thrust yourself against him in a relentless pace, your mouth gaped open as you moaned loudly.

arranged husband!geto suguru would grunt every time you squeezed him a little too good, your walls clenching against his cock. and he knew you were about to come as he bucked his hips, thrusting upwards to meet your orgasm. his thrusts alone made you squirm, body shaking as you try to keep your balance when you convulsed around his cock. he made sure to thrusts all his seeds in your pussy, filling you with his cum.

arranged husband!geto suguru who'd lay you down snuggly underneath the sheets, making sure you're comfortable in your position after a long hour of lovemaking session. your eyes were half-closed as you muttered, "i love you." before drifting in your sleep.

arranged husband!geto suguru who whispers to your ear how much he loves you, how much he's thankful that you existed and appeared in his life. he caresses your cheek as he watches you softly snoring, smiling to himself knowing that you're his, and he's yours just the same.

arranged husband!geto suguru who wakes up early and tells the servants he's going to make breakfast for the two of you instead. he cooked pancakes, since he knew it was your favorite, and prepared a cup of tea. his heart swells in delight when you he felt you hugging him from behind, muttering a "good morning" to him.

arranged husband!geto suguru who prepared your warm bath. he knew just how tired you were, noticing how your legs were wobbly as you tried to walk. he chuckled to himself, remembering how rough he got last night and made sure to take it easy on you later. he lifted you in a bridal style as he walked to the bathroom, settling you at the tub and helping you clean off, stealing kisses here and there.

arranged husband!geto suguru telling you he loves you when he leaves for work. and for some reason, you still blush whenever he says it.

arranged husband!geto suguru coming home a little late, and worried when he saw your bedroom's light still open, indicating that you were waiting for him.

"hey... you didn't have to wait for me..." suguru whispered as he joined you in bed, seeing that you're still awake and reading a book. he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple.

"you okay?"

"work was stressful..."

suguru hummed as he snuggled his face against your neck. you massage his thigh, squeezing them gently. "lay back, suguru..."

suguru did as you say, oblivious to what you're about to do next.

arranged husband!geto suguru's breath hitch when you unbuttoned his pants, watching you with intense eyes. "what are you doing?"

"shh... relax..."

arranged husband!geto suguru hissed when he felt your warm mouth enveloping his cock, stretching your mouth wide open. you licked the tip of his cock, he gasped as he fists a handful of your hair, pulling you close to swallow him deep.

arranged husband!geto suguru thrusts his hips on your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. he whimpered, sweat trickling down his forehead as he watched how you're taking him like the good girl you are.

"more, baby... take it all..."

your moans against his cock send vibrations all over his body, and that urges him to thrust his cock into you more.

arranged husband!geto suguru who shot a mouthful of his load in your mouth, some of them spilling from your lips as you try to swallow his hot semen.

suguru panted heavily as he pulled you up, wiping the saliva from your mouth with his lips, tasting a bit of himself. "good job, baby..."

"feel better?" you asked him oh so innocently.

he chuckled, nodding his head. "better than ever."

"now, bend over and let me return the favor."

arranged husband!geto suguru pounded on the hole on your ass mercilessly. his free hand rubbing your clit, and his other hand squeezed your breast as your back was leaned against his chest.

you were a moaning mess, creating a new kind of pleasure rushing through your body in the new position that he got you into.

arranged husband!geto suguru left hickies all over your neck, making sure everyone can see just to who you belong to.

"'m gonna fuck a baby right there, love... you want that? hm?" he grunted, whispering closely in your ear as your mouth gasped out lewd sounds. "take my cock... fuck... come for me, baby..."

"suguru... ohhh.."

arranged husband!geto suguru who fucked you in every possible position that night. relishing to his own desires as you whimpered in tears underneath him. he filled your pussy with his cum like he said, making sure he's going to get you pregnant in the process.

arranged husband!geto suguru who whispers he loves you as you lay spent, rubbing circles in your belly. he pulled you close to his chest, hugging you as you both drifted to sleep.

arranged husband!geto suguru who couldn't think how his life was going to be without you. and he thanked his family mentally for arranging you with him.

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ok bye this was just pure smut-

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sweetheart-satoru · 7 months

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nicknames

calling them by a nickname for the first time !!

author's note: help i've been running out of ideas for the first time :( !! anyways here's 3 jjk men and being called by a nickname for the first time ft satoru, suguru, & nanami!!

❦ ─ gojo satoru !

it's been a long day. being a sorcerer is tough. satoru do this, satoru do that. that's all he hears from the higher-ups. he was tired, he wanted to come home to you.

it's around 1 am when he comes home, he kicks off his shoes and walks upstairs where he sees you in bed cuddling a plush, one that he won for you at an amusement park, scrolling through your phone.

he's quiet. when you hear the door creak to your shared bedroom your look up, "baby, you're home?" you ask with a small smile. all he can offer you is a hum.

you know days like these he doesn't feel like talking. his day has been too much, and you get it. you have days like that too. where you just want to come home and lay in his arms in comfy silence.

"do you want me to help you shower?" you ask quietly, getting out from under the covers. and he nods slowly. his head hurts, and his body is about to collapse.

when you two get into the washroom you help him take off his clothes and hold his hand as you step into the shower. he starts mumbling something you can't hear.

"hm? what was that?" you grab the shampoo bottle and squeeze some of the continents out onto your hand before slowly massaging it into his scalp. "why're you still awake..?" he says again.

"i waited for you, 'toru." your voice is like honey. smooth, and warm feeling. his heart melts. he's silent for a moment, and you're humming as you rinse the first round of shampoo out of his hair.

it's moments like these where he feels safe in someone else's arms.

"..'toru?" he asks quietly. and you give him a grin, one that he loves to see everyday when he comes home. "mhm! you're okay with that, right?"

he steps closer as your massage his scalp with more shampoo again, and presses his lips onto yours. your eyes fall shut and you barely hear the water drops from the shower head fall to the ground. he pulls back, gives you a small grin, "of course i am."

❦ ─ geto suguru !

"stop, that tickles!" your giggles echo in your living room as your boyfriend, suguru, tickles you relentlessly for braiding his hair while he napped on your lap.

"you think it's funny to braid my hair, take pictures of it, and send it to ieiri and satoru?" his eye twitched, but you both knew he'd never truly be mad at you. "they'll never let me live this down." he sighs, before laying on top of you, basically squashing you under his body.

your face was basically in his neck, and you tried wriggling your way out of him. "you're too big! you're too big!" you tried telling him, but your voice came out muffled.

suguru places both hands by the side of your head and slowly pulls back, giving you a smirk. it's silent for a moment. and he watches as the gears shift in your head trying to understand why he looked at you the way was. "you know.." he starts, before your eyes slightly widen.

"you're so gross!" but you laugh along anyway. "you're too big!" he mocks you, "but thanks, it has to be true from how much you say it." he grins, tickling your sides a little more.

"'ru, stop, i can't breathe." you sound so breathless, trying to fight his hands away from your sides.

he pauses, "ru?" he repeats, sitting up, and you follow. "mhm, do you like it?" he doesn't just like it, he loves it. but he will never tell you that.

"no." he says dryly. you fake gasp, "wow! so rude, ru." he shakes his head, "stop calling me that." but you both know he doesn't want that. "nuh uh, i'll call you whatever i want." you boop his nose, smiling when his face scrunched.

"oh, really?" he knows he can make you quit any time. you start giggling again, "i'm sorry! i can't take you seriously with those braids!" your hunch over, gasping for air.

his eyes start twitching in annoyance, hands reaching to pull the hair ties out. "you have until i finish getting these braids out before i come to tickle you again." he says.

"but you look like such a pretty princess!" you snicker, mockingly. he stares at you silently, a grin forming on his face as he watches your cocky smirk slowly disappear as you watch him take out the braids fast.

his hands reach for the second one, his speed increasing. "five, four.." you swallow, jumping off the couch, "uh oh.." you chuckle nervously, before hurrying to a spot in your house that's away from him. "three, two.."

"'ru, come on! i love you, lets talk this out!" you smile at him, walking backwards as he stands up and walks towards you. "one." he says, quietly, and calmly. too calm for your liking.

"ready or not, because here i fucking come, baby."

❦ ─ nanami kento !

he's arguing on the phone, probably with work, as he makes lunch for little yuji. "yuji," you call out to him, "are you ready for school?" you ask. "mama! i need help with my shoelaces!" he says back to you. and you glance at the very stressed nanami in the kitchen, packing up yuji's food.

"here, let me show you," you slowly, but surly teach little yuji to tie his shoelaces as nanami comes into the front with yuji's lunch. "here," he hands yuji the little lunch box. "have a good day." nanami says, bending down to give a small kiss onto yuji's head. "are you okay, dada?" the small boy asks.

"hm? yeah, of course. why?" he asks, patting his head, "you seemed angry on the phone." nanami looked at you worried, afraid he might have scared him, to which, you gave him a small smile that told him to relax.

"im okay, it's nothing you need to worry about." when nanami stands back up to his full height, yuji gives nanami's knee a small kiss. "okay!" he grins happily, and both yours and nanami's knees feel weak.

"mama, can you and dada walk me to the bus stop?" the second grader asks you. you both glance at your watch before to each other and then down to him. "sure, baby." you smile.

you watch and yuji kicks his feet in joy. you unlock the door, "come, you two. don't want to miss the bus now, do we?" yuji shakes his head before grabbing on to his dada's hand before walking to the stop.

you stand behind them, with your phone out and film them as they walk, chatting with each other about the friends yuji has made in school. "and one of their names is megumi! he's so cool, he's really good at art too! and the other, her name is nobara! she's kinda scary.. but she's really smart and is good at coloring!" nanami hums in amusement, listening to yuji rant about the friends he has made.

placing your phone back into your pocket, nanami turns his head to you, "why are you behind us? here." he holds out his hand, which you happily take it.

you three wait for the bus to arrive. "oh, dada, mama! i have something for you!" yuji places his lunch box down, and slides his bag off. pulling out a sheet of paper, and a pack of stickers. "yesterday, i drew this for you mama," he hands it to you, "and i played a game and i won a bunch of stickers! i got them for you, dada!" yuji motions nanami to bend down, which he does, and places a bunch of stickers all over his face.

you giggle, "so cute!" and snap a few pictures of him. he rolls his eyes at you, and lets yuji continue placing more stickers onto his face. "do you like it?" he asks, and nanami nods. "i love it." he pinches his cheek.

the bus arrives and yuji gets on, only after kissing you both on the cheek goodbye. when the bus leaves, nanami turns to you. "you better delete that."

you shake your head, "delete what?" you giggle when he presses his forehead against yours. "don't show it to anyone, especially not gojo." you grin, "don't know what you're talking about, but okay, 'nami."

the way you say his nickname makes him smile softly, if you didn't look close enough you'd miss it. he doesn't comment on it, and you take the silence as an okay to keep calling him that.

"so, 'nami, was it work again?" you say, referring to the arguing on the phone earlier. he nods, "yeah, they're really stressing me out." you hold his hand as you walk back to your shared house. "wanna talk about it?" you kiss the hand that wears his wedding ring.

"how about a bath together and breakfast first?" he suggests, "i'll start the bath and you make the breakfast?" you ask, and he kisses your temple, walking into the house.

"always."

author's note: bye this took me so long. also i am not a nanami girl so im sorry if this doesn't act like him :( i've never written for him before !!

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suguruplsr · 6 months

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How they wake up

w/ geto suguru , toji fushiguro + their children!

,, gn! reader , fluff , modern au

divider from @/benkeibear

Geto Suguru

suguru wakes up first, and usually gets up out of bed first. placing a few small kisses on your cheek while admiring you before sluggishly getting up. he makes himself some tea first to get him and his mind awake before he starts his routine, most of the time, he spends his time in the living room with his cup of tea, reading a book while some show you like plays on low volume. he prefers the living room more than your shared bedroom because the sight of you sleeping can easily coax him into slipping into the bed and going back to sleep. also because he doesn’t want to turn off the fan in there and disrupt your sleep, but he likes a warm area in the morning so he’ll check up on you when he’s done drinking his tea.

w/ nanako & mimiko !

you both alternate between who gets up first to take care of the girls, without even fully communicating about it. you two get up around the same time, if you’re helping the girls with their baths and packing up their stuff for school then suguru’s making breakfast, sneaking in a few playful kisses as you walk around the twins room. you two definitely hear a loud “ewwww”, from the girls whenever they catch you two, ‘pushing your ducks together’ (as they say.) your mornings are always a bit lively, not exactly loud, but there’s energy. there’s been times where suguru walks past the room quickly telling you that breakfast ready, before moving towards the bathroom where he hears little giggles. already suspecting that nanako may have put a bath bomb in the tub, or somehow added extra bubbles and covering mimiko’s pouting face.

Toji Fushiguro

toji simply doesn’t let you out of the bed. his sleep schedule sucks too. and he claims that you make it worse. crazy right? it doesn’t matter if he’s awake at 8 am or 11 am, he’s staying in bed cuddled up to your body, and scrolling on his phone if he can’t go back to sleep. he’s learned that whenever he lets you be the big spoon, he finds it easy to fall back to sleep on your chest. always feeling your hands periodically run through his hair and instinctively finding the back of his neck. which is something you do awake too. he doesn’t dwell on it much, but it’s something that brings comfort to him and it’s endearing. even if he can’t admit that to himself. on days where you try to pry yourself away from him, he’s asking over twenty questions about why you have to leave him, even if he knows he should’ve been up by now.

w/ megumi & tsumiki !

you really think he knows how to cook? maybe a bit, for survival purposes. but you’re mainly the one making breakfast for the two kids while he’s groggily getting up, turning on the lights to their rooms and waking them up with a booming voice. but you’ve stopped him from doing that after noticing tsumiki wakes up before both of you, walking around on her own and getting herself ready before waking up her little brother for school. which you adore, sometimes if you two wake up early you convince him, with little effort, to just stay quiet in bed and listen to the little patters of her feet, the quiet “megumi!”s she says, shaking her little brother awake and telling him what to do since the boy is always out of it when he gets up. toji definitely suggests for you two to just go back to sleep since, “the little rascals”, can get themselves ready on their own. but you know he’s just being lazy, maybe a bit proud too. considering he took them to get ice cream the first time they got up without you two, and he bought them a better alarm clock. well.. more sleep for you two..??

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just-jordie-things · 10 months

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[part six] to build a home - gojo satoru

word count: 5k warnings: !!manga spoilers!! swearing, jjk-verse style fighting series summary: when (y/n) (y/l/n) catches wind that the notorious sorcerer killer, toji fushiguro, has children, she makes it her personal mission to find them. the catch being she couldn't tell a soul about them- the risk of the zen'in clan learning about them was too great. keeping the secret isn't the hard part, it's lying to her friends, shoko ieiri, geto suguru, and of course gojo satoru, that she struggles with. especially when satoru has suddenly become so keen on keeping an eye on her lately.

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[part six] : "I Held On As Tightly As You Held Onto Me" ___

The day after her little excursion with Satoru, (y/n) wakes up bright and early to get off campus before anyone else awoke. The alarm that blares in her ear is harsh and unforgiving at nearly six in the morning, but she doesn’t waste a second getting herself ready and rushing out to the front gates to get to town as soon as she could.

To her surprise, she wasn’t the only one awake this early in the morning.

“Nanami,” (y/n) stops in her tracks as she sees the lone sorcerer jogging through the gates. He seems just as surprised to see her. “What’re you doing up this early on a day off?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” He stops just a few feet before her, his head tilted to the side. “You’ve spent quite a bit of time in Tokyo, huh?”

“You don’t know that’s where I'm off to” She replies, and it’s meant to be playful, teasing, but Nanami’s bullshit detector might rival Suguru’s.

He eyes her up and down.

“Looks to me like you are,” He says bluntly. “If you’re not, then where are you off to?”

(y/n) remains silent, unable to come up with even a half-decent lie.

“That’s what I thought,” He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not one to spill other people’s business to those they’re hiding it from”

Taken aback, (y/n) scoffs, shaking her head awkwardly.

“I’m not- I’m not hiding anything from anyone”

“You’re a shitty liar,” Nanami replies, and it sounds harsh, but he’s just blunt with his words. “Lucky for you, I’m tired of Gojo sticking his nose in things that don’t involve me, let alone him. So I won’t tell him I saw you,”

She’s trying to keep up a clueless act, but the relief she feels at his words is obvious.

“But a little advice?” Nanami asks, and she nods her head in a small motion, eyes flickering over him. “He’s going to catch on sooner or later,” He tells her. “So whatever you’re doing, whoever you’re seeing…” He trails off, seemingly to find the right words. “You better get your shit figured out. I’ll keep this to myself, but I don’t need Six Eyes in my business the way he got into Yu’s just to protect you”

She nods again, slowly processing what he said.

“Thank you, Nanami,” Her voice is barely above a whisper when she finds it. “I wouldn’t ask any more of you. Thank you”

The blonde sorcerer is still and silent for a moment, lost in his thoughts. He doesn’t consider this an act of kindness, more so an act of self preservation. He knew better than to get involved in something that would inevitably have upset Gojo Satoru. Nanami may have subtly despised the older sorcerer, but he was smarter than to go out of his way to upset him.

After a long pause, he nods back at her, and turns to continue his jog. (y/n) reaches out before he can leave.

“Wait, Nanami,” She calls. “One more thing?”

Begrudgingly, he stops in his tracks, giving her his attention once more.

“You said Satoru was bothering Yu?”

“Bothering is an understatement,” Nanami scoffs. “Safe to say Yu’s terrified of him now. If he wasn’t already. But…”

(y/n) waits impatiently for him to continue, hanging on to every word he spoke. What business Satoru had scaring Yu, she wasn’t entirely sure. But she wondered if it had anything to do with the last time he’d brought up the younger sorcerer’s crush.

“... I suppose Yu knew he was signing up for such treatment when he decided to pursue someone that already had a claim on them”

(y/n) blinked, her mouth dropping open slightly, but no words came out. No words even came to mind. Nanami chuckled, smiling for maybe the first time she’s ever seen, before he gave her a small wave and jogged off. She was frozen in place for a minute, and even when she finally brought herself to go on her way, she wasn’t quite sure what to make of their whole interaction.

She decides to pack it away in her mind for now, and keep her focus on the rest of her day. She owed Megumi and Tsumiki big time for yesterday, and she planned to start the day off the right way- with apology donuts.

Last night (y/n) had called Tsumiki like she’d promised she would, and the little girl didn’t seem too bothered that she hadn’t made an appearance that day, but she’d said that Megumi wasn’t in the mood to talk. Leaving (y/n) to believe the young boy held a little more of a grudge.

Not that she could blame him. She’d dropped the ball by not holding to her promise. She hoped that some day, when they were older, they would understand why she had to keep them a secret. It was for their own good and she knew that now, but they weren’t quite old enough for her to explain.

She just hoped that they could forgive her, this time. And she hoped that she’d never have to go back on their word again. ___

Satoru strolled into the courtyard, finding his friends relaxed at a picnic table, their lunches and a pack of cigarettes between them. They were laughing at something he hadn’t heard before approaching, clearly sharing their food and a cig. There was just one thing missing.

“Hey,” The white haired sorcerer greeted, throwing one leg over the wooden bench, facing Suguru as he sat. “Where’s-”

“Before you ask, we don’t know,” Shoko cut him off, passing the cigarette back to the man across from her, and picking up a pair of chopsticks in exchange. “Went to ask her if she wanted to have lunch with us, but she wasn’t in her room. Again”

“Again?” Satoru asked, brows furrowing.

“(y/n’s) absent almost more than you are these days, Satoru” Suguru commented.

“With what? Tutoring?”

“Who knows,” Shoko hums. “But she’s not on campus”

Satoru gives her a hard stare from behind his dark shades. The girl throws her hands up defensively, before reaching in front of Suguru’s plate to snatch up a rice ball.

“She’s been off having her own little adventures for the last few weeks,” Suguru says. “We don’t know where she goes. She likes her privacy”

“So you don’t even know where she is-?”

“Satoru,” Shoko mumbles through a mouthful of rice ball. “You worry too much about her. If she was in trouble, she would tell us”

Suguru points a finger at her, silently agreeing with what she said.

“You’re both the worst” Satoru mutters, earning a laugh from his friends.

“You’re worried she’s with a guy?” Shoko muses, her eyes wandering over Suguru’s plate, trying to decide on what to steal next.

Suguru lets out a whistle, an amused smile on his face.

“Did she say something about a guy?” He asks before Satoru can.

“Maybe,” Shoko replies, eyeing a juicy looking piece of beef, and plucking it up before Suguru’s chopsticks can beat her to it. “Maybe not”

Satoru’s jaw is locked in place, and he feels his eye start to twitch like it had the day he approached Haibara. Meanwhile, Suguru is laughing, like he’s excited to hear such news.

“(y/n) with a non-sorcerer?” He thinks aloud. He’s laughing so much his shoulders are shaking. Satoru thinks about smacking him upside the head. “How fascinating”

“She’s not seeing a guy,” The white haired sorcerer snaps. “She would have said something”

Shoko scoffs.

“Not likely”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because she’s always been private about her romantic interests?” Her voice tilts as though asking a question, as though it was an obvious answer. “I swear I’ve had to pry it out of her”

“Oh do tell” Suguru purrs, leaning over the table curiously.

“Or don’t,” Satoru grumbles. “I’d like to keep my lunch inside of me, thank you”

“Don’t be such a jealous bore,” Suguru waves a dismissive hand towards his friend, before turning back to Shoko. “So, who has she been with? Because I would just love to hear about a few of those little underclassmen in the sack”

Shoko giggles, reaching over to snatch the cigarette that had been ignored in his fingers for far too long.

“I wouldn’t be a good friend if I told,” She winked. “You’ll just have to sleep with them to see for yourself”

“You’re both insufferable, you know that?”

“Speak for yourself” Suguru replies.

“I’m a little curious about Ijichi, though. What do you think?” Shoko ponders, to no one in particular.

Suguru hums thoughtfully.

“So you have no idea where (y/n) is, or what she’s been up to, but she’s been sneaking off for the last week?”

“We never said she was sneaking off” Suguru shrugs a shoulder.

“Oh, I would,” Shoko speaks up, blowing out a plume of smoke. “Saw her sneaking back in on Friday”

Suguru raises an intrigued brow.

“Late?” He presumes.

She nods, a small smirk on her lips.

“Almost midnight”

Suguru whistles again.

Satoru was getting tired of their gossip that led nowhere. They could both tell that he was annoyed, they just didn’t care enough to drop the topic. It was fun after all, getting him riled up. It was also fun to chat about what they thought she was up to.

“Definitely a booty call, then,” Suguru decides, snatching a piece of beef off his plate before Shoko could. “Why else would she be slinking around so late?” He ponders.

Satoru can’t wrap his head around (y/n) sneaking out to hook up with some nobody in Tokyo. How would she have even met this person? And she didn’t seem the type to have some meaningless fling. But perhaps that was all the more reason for her to have one? The secrecy of it all gnawed at him, made him queasy. He ran a hand through his hair stressfully.

“Come to think of it, a few weeks ago I also saw her get in pretty late. Not that late, but it was probably around ten o’clock” Suguru pursed his lips as he thought about it, knowing full well that she had in fact been sneaking around.

But he didn’t have to share that information just yet. Making Satoru squirm was far too entertaining.

Satoru suddenly stood from his seat. Both of his friends watched him curiously, wondering if he was going to blow up or just storm off.

He turns to walk off, but before he can get too far, Shoko speaks up.

“I wouldn’t go after her”

Satoru turns around, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And why shouldn’t I?”

“Tch, isn’t it obvious?” Suguru scoffs. “If you go after her now, and catch her in- well whatever or whoever she’s up to, she’ll be pissed”

Satoru grinds his teeth, not wanting to admit out loud that his friends were right. Even though they all knew it.

“You don’t want to piss her off,” Shoko chuckles, stumping the embers off the butt of her cigarette on the wood table. “(y/n’s) fiery when she’s angry,” She lets out a short chuckle as though she were recalling her own experience with upsetting the girl. “But, maybe you’d like that” She adds with a little smirk.

Suguru snickers across from her.

Satoru’s jaw finally relaxes. And then in a blink, he was no longer standing before them. They don’t know where he teleported off to, but their focus shifts right back to the lunch before them.

“You really think (y/n’s) got a hookup in town?” Suguru asks.

Shoko shrugs.

“Don’t have another explanation for it. You?”

“Yeah. Me neither,” He agrees. “You think Satoru’s gonna go track the poor fucker down?”

“Yep”

“Yeah. Me too” ___

In fact, Gojo Satoru hadn’t teleported himself into Tokyo. His friends had gotten too in his head for him to go searching for (y/n). No matter how much his curiosity was eating him alive wondering what she could be up to, he was more afraid of losing her in the long run if he stuck his nose in her business. He’d have to figure out some other way to get her to fess up.

He’d just gotten too annoyed with his friends, so he’d teleported himself into the school, and as soon as his feet touched ground, his fist was launching into the wall. The wood splintered and cracked, but luckily he hadn’t fully punched through it. Yaga would probably be upset.

Shaking out his now sore and bruised hand, he looked over, realizing he hadn’t chosen an empty hallway to punch out his frustrations.

Nanami Kento stood there, just a few feet away. His face expressionless, but still staring at the sight before him inquisitively.

“Something bothering you?” He asked, his voice monotone. Satoru sneered back at the sarcastic remark.

“Mind your business”

“You’re the one that showed up in front of me and started punching” Nanami scoffed.

Alright. That was true.

“Whatever” He muttered.

“Why would you punch something without your infinity up?” Nanami asks, his head nodding to the bloodied knuckles of Satoru’s hand. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

Satoru wants to repeat himself, tell him to mind his business, flip him the middle finger and storm off, but for some reason, he chuckles.

“Yeah, it does,” He answered. “Guess I was too angry”

The blonde sorcerer hummed, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“You’re going to leave Yu alone, right?” He changes the topic, taking a few steps forward.

Satoru looks him up and down, raising a brow curiously.

“What, you got a reason why I should?” He asks.

Honestly, Satoru had no intention of going after the younger sorcerer anymore than he already had. Even if by some landslide (y/n) decided he was her dream man, he would leave him alone. But Nanami’s question sparked an interest in him.

“Besides the fact that he hasn’t done anything wrong?” Nanami quips back, his voice never wavering above it’s steady tone.

Satoru chuckles, and shakes his head.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna kill your friend just cause he sticks his business where it doesn’t belong”

“Hypocrite” Nanami bites back.

“Me?” Satoru laughs again, but this time it’s humorless. Irritated. “I’m the hypocrite?”

“You’re the one that barged in on us, demanding him to tell you about his encounter with her. You’re the one that was acting like a dog marking it’s territory”

Satoru’s interest in this conversation was quickly turning to rage. He should have just told Nanami that he had no qualms with Haibara Yu, but now it was too late, and he was getting pissed off.

He takes a long stride forward, his eyes hardening.

“Are you calling her my territory?” He asks, voice losing it’s playful tone as it lowers.

Nanami knew that if they were to get into a fight right now, he was bound to lose in a mere second. But he was protective of his friend, and this conflict was pointless.

That said, Gojo Satoru was starting to get on his nerves, walking around like he could act however he wanted, treat people however he wanted, Haibara and (y/n) alike. Yu hadn’t crossed any lines, and despite how the Six Eyes user may feel, (y/n) wasn’t spoken for.

“I’m saying (y/n) isn’t spoken for,” Nanami voices his thoughts, even though deep down, the instinct in his blood told him to back off before this got ugly. “She doesn’t belong to anyone,”

Satoru is all but oozing his jealousy. He’s glaring at him, his chest puffed, his hands in fists at his sides. Nanami would have laughed had he not been completely serious.

“And if she were here, she’d probably tell you so” He finished.

They stand in silence for a minute.

One of them glaring, huffing in annoyance.

The other is calm, collected, unwavering in his stance.

The silence is long, and deafening. Until Nanami finally walks away, without a word, without a second glance back, he leaves Satoru alone in the hall. His work feels completed. Haibara Yu shouldn’t have any issue with the older, more experienced sorcerer again. He’s not sure if he’s solved any conflict for (y/n) (y/l/n) or made it worse, but he feels little to no care if he’s disturbed her relationship with Gojo Satoru.

However, as he leaves, there’s a slight nag in the back of his mind. A worry that he’d done her a disservice by speaking on her behalf. He tries to brush it off.

Suddenly he’s reminded of the way she’d thanked him that morning, for keeping a small secret for her. If he could even call it a secret, it’s not as though he’d known what she was up to at the crack of dawn, and he’s not even sure why he cared to keep that to himself now, even when he could have used it to get under Gojo’s skin. Something told him not to bring it up, for her sake.

Nanami Kento didn’t know (y/n) well, she was a year above him after all, so the only time he’d spent any time with her at all was during the Exchange Event with the Kyoto school. Even then, all he could gather on her was that she was a very skilled, very thoughtful fighter. It wasn’t like there was any spare time to get to know her better. So he doesn’t know why he’d chosen to keep her secret.

Perhaps Yu had spoken too fondly of her as of late, and it had gotten to his head. ___

(y/n) had spent all day chatting with Tsumiki, about anything and everything she’d wanted to talk about. They talked about school, what manga she was reading, what friends she had hung out with as of late, the conversation seemed to flow with ease. (y/n) was grateful that the young girl had forgiven her, seemingly easily, and she made sure to assure her that she would never go back on her word again.

They’re sitting on the couch in the living room together when (y/n) tells her this.

“I know, (y/n). It’s okay” Tsumiki had said.

“I know you say that,” (y/n) had spoken seriously, the light mood in the living room suddenly warping. “But I want you to know that I mean it. When I make a promise about something, I won’t ever go back on it. Not with you. Not again”

Tsumiki nods, giving her a small smile. She seems to understand how important it was for (y/n), so she decides to treat it with importance too.

“I think Megumi was a little upset,” She admits, quietly.

(y/n) nods in agreement. She’d already gotten that feeling, since he hadn’t left his room, even when she’d brought him a donut for breakfast. It had been hours since she’d arrived at the Fushiguro house, and he was still holed up in there.

“He didn’t say anything,” Tsumiki continues. “But he gets quiet when he’s upset. Even though he’s always quiet”

(y/n) chuckles softly.

“I don’t blame him for being upset with me,” She replies. “If he doesn’t want to talk to me, that’s alright. It won’t bother me”

It’s quiet. Tsumiki plays with the hem of her dress while (y/n) pensively glances out the window. She means what she said, but she hopes that Megumi would crawl out of his shell soon, so that she could properly apologize to him.

“(y/n)?”

The sorcerer hums, looking back over to the child.

“It’s been really nice… having you around,” Tsumiki says, so soft that she’s almost whispering. She’s still staring down at the skirt of her dress, held tightly in her small hands. “I’m really glad you found us”

Her heart swells with so much love that (y/n) can’t help but grin. She reaches out, tucking a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear, before smoothing her hand over the back of her head.

“I’m glad I found you too, Tsumiki,” She tells her. “I hope you know you can always ask me for anything. Whatever it is, I’ll do anything I can to do it for you. Okay?”

Tsumiki nods, her cheeks blossoming with pink as she smiles back at her.

“I should probably go bug your brother,” (y/n) sighs, dropping her hand and leaning back in her seat. “He’s not going to be happy with me, is he?”

Tsumiki giggles, shaking her head.

“If you hear me screaming for help, come save me?”

Still giggling, the nine year old nods this time, and (y/n) smiles playfully back at her, before standing from the sofa.

Making her way down the hall and to the front of Megumi’s closed door, she takes in a deep breath, knowing he will be harder to crack than his sister. Megumi had always been more reserved, even when he opened up to her it was always by handing out scraps. She wanted to make this right. He deserved that much.

She knocks gently on the wood.

“Megumi?” She calls, before knocking again. “Can I come in”

It’s quiet for a beat. Before she hears a small, “Fine”

Still, as she opens the door, she’s slow, and she doesn’t step inside right away.

Megumi is sitting on the floor with his back against his bed. He’s reading Charlotte’s Web again, the book propped open in his lap. (y/n) wonders how many times he’s read it now, and her heart weakens a little at the realization why he held such an attachment to it.

But she can’t cry for him, not right now. Right now he needed to see that she was strong, and she was here because she wanted to be strong for him, for both of them.

“What have you been up to today?” She asks, leaning against the doorframe.

The boy doesn’t answer aloud. He simply holds his book up, before placing it back in his lap.

“Reading?”

He blinks at her.

“That’s good. I was too much of a brat as a kid to enjoy reading. But it’s a good hobby. For smart kids”

“You’re saying you weren’t a smart kid?” He asks. (y/n) chuckles, shaking her head.

“Absolutely not,” She admits. “I was a troublemaker. I get the feeling you wouldn’t have liked me if you’d known me back then,” She tells him.

Young Megumi’s eyes are wide. He’s shocked to hear someone say such a thing. He’d never thought an adult would admit something so silly. Usually adults always acted like they were perfect, and they knew best.

He supposed he already knew (y/n) was different. She wasn’t like other adults, probably because she wasn’t quite yet a real adult herself.

“Not that I assume you like me now,” She continues, only half teasing. “But I think you would, if you got to know me better,”

Megumi drops his head, staring down at the pages of his book. He picks at the edge of it’s worn spine.

(y/n) tilts her head to the side, watching him thoughtfully for a moment, giving him a minute to take in everything she’d said before she continued.

Megumi and his sister were vastly different, for as close as they were. Tsumiki was bubbly, chatty, happy to get to know anyone and happy to let anyone get to know her. Megumi was quite the opposite. He wasn’t shy, but he was more reserved than any other eight year old (y/n) had met. He didn’t want to open up, seemingly ever, and he also didn’t show much interest in other people opening up either.

“Megumi, if I ask you something, do you think you could be honest with me?” Her question is carefully worded, hoping that he could see she was trying to present an olive branch.

He looks up at her, thinking for a moment, before nodding his head.

“Are you upset with me for not coming by yesterday?” She asks, tilting her towards her shoulder.

“You don’t owe us anything,” Megumi answers, dropping his eyes to his book again. “You don’t have to come here. You don’t know us” He pauses, his fingers tugging roughly at the spine of his book now.

(y/n) steps inside then, crossing the room to kneel down in front of him. Her hands gently wrapped around his, stopping him from damaging his book further.

Megumi freezes, but he doesn’t push her away, and doesn’t snap out of irritated protest. (y/n) realizes she’s never touched him before, and she wasn’t sure when the last time someone could have touched him gently, affectionately. His father surely wasn’t the type, and she didn’t know how long his mother had been out of the picture.

She wraps her hands around his small one more securely, pulling it away from the book. He’s staring at her hands as though it was his first time seeing them. When she looks at him, she can see his eyes have a gloss to them.

“That isn’t what I asked,” She reminds him. “It’s okay if you’re upset with me, you know. You’re allowed to be”

He looks at her now, his little eyebrows pinched together as he tries to figure out what he’s supposed to say.

And then he remembers that she asked him to be honest, and he supposes he has no reason not to be.

“I shouldn’t be upset,” He huffs. “You’re not our family. And I should have never expected you to stick around anyways. No one sticks around”

(y/n) shuffles to sit beside him, with her back pressed to his bed. She lets go of his hand to take his book away, marking the page before setting it down on the floor in front of them.

“You’re right,” She hums, thoughtfully. “I’m not your family, and I don’t need you to treat me as such,” She adds. “But Megumi, I want you to know, that I will always come back,”

He blinks at her, his eyes filling with more tears.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m sticking around whether you want me to or not. And I need you to believe me when I tell you that,”

(y/n) feels herself get choked up as well, but she clears her throat and wills her eyes to dry. This wasn’t about her.

“If only you knew how long I looked for you,” She confesses, placing a hand on his unruly head of hair, ruffling it playfully. “Once I knew you guys were out there somewhere, on your own, I didn’t stop. I never rested. And to be honest, I still don’t. I probably never will,”

Megumi sniffled, and wiped his eyes on his arm. (y/n) dropped her hand from his hair, smiling softly at him.

“You’re important to me,” She tells him. “Even when you’re being a little shit,” She adds in a teasing voice.

Megumi’s eyes widened at the curse word, in disbelief she would say such a thing to a kid, even if it was true. She chuckles at his reaction.

“I’m so sorry that I didn’t come yesterday,” She hums. “I should have been here. I told you I would be, and I should have. It’s not okay that I lied to you. And I will never lie to you again, alright?”

He nods his head in a small action. A tear slips down his cheek.

“I’m really proud of you for getting all of your schoolwork done,” She says. “I’m really proud of you for being so grown up, and taking care of yourselves all this time,” She adds. “You’re a brave kid, Megumi. Probably the toughest I’ve ever met,”

More tears pool out of his eyes, dripping off his eyelashes and splashing down his cheeks, staining his shirt. He’s sniffling as he cries, and he’s given up on trying to wipe away all of his tears. They’re falling too fast for him to catch them all.

“And I promise I’ll always be here for you,” (y/n) reaches a hand out, cupping his small face and wiping away his tears with the pad of her thumb. “Always. Okay? For anything you need. You understand?”

“Okay” Megumi’s voice cracks.

His eyes shut tight, and before (y/n) can reach her other hand out to dry his other cheek, he launches forward. His arms reach around her back, grabbing the back of her shirt as he hugs her tightly, crying into her sweater.

(y/n) looks down at him for a second, taken aback by the sudden action. But she snaps herself out of her surprise, wrapping her arms around his small frame, and hugging him closely. She held on as tightly as he held onto her.

He’s shaking slightly. She rubs his back in smooth, slow circles, resting her chin on the top of his head as she soothes him quietly.

It’s several minutes before he stops crying, but even still, he remains in her hold for a little longer. (y/n) doesn’t mind. She’d sit here with him for the rest of her day if she had to. She’d do anything to put him at ease.

She’d do anything to build a home for these kids. It dawns on her now, something Megumi had said about her not being family. Perhaps they weren’t by blood, but still her heart grew and ached for these kids. They were like family to her.

They spend the rest of the day together relaxing, watching funny movies and eating snacks. (y/n) makes them a big dinner, with plenty of leftovers for them to heat up throughout the next few days if she can't stop by. She makes them promise they’ll eat the vegetables even if she’s not around.

That night when she puts them to bed, Megumi crawls into Tsumiki’s bed, happily listening to (y/n) read the next chapter of Charlotte’s Web, even if he’d already read it countless times. He falls asleep in Tsumiki’s bed.

(y/n) brushes their hair from their foreheads so it wouldn’t tickle them in their sleep. She leaves the room silently. When she gets outside, she says the incantation to lower the protective curtain.

Her walk home feels more quiet than usual. Her thoughts aren’t buzzing with paranoia of getting back so late, or worry that she was overstepping in the Fushiguro’s lives.

She felt content. Calm. All she could hope was that her kids had a good night’s sleep, and that the next time she saw them they had nothing but good things to share with her. ___

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 2 years

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The JJK Characters and How They Would Wake You Up

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Itadori Yuji:

He really didn’t want to. He’d rather have you sleep but he was told to wake you up for training.

He pokes your cheek while whisper yelling your name

“yyy/nnnnn *poke poke* ….. wake uupppp! We gotta train….*poke poke poke*”

But once you wake up he’s super loud and excited

“Yay! You woke up! Okay come on, let’s go! Oh wait, get changed first. Want me to wait for you or just meet you there?…. I’ll wait outside your door!😊☀️”

Megumi Fushiguro:

Knocks on your door and waits to see if that’ll wake you up. When he doesn’t he walks in and just calls out your name while scratching the back of his head in annoyance.

“Y/N. Wake up. You’re going to be late.”

You continue sleeping so he kicks your bed frame. “Y/N! Wake up.” He says more sternly.

Nobara Kugisaki:

Like Gumi, she knocks on your door while calling out your name. When you don’t answer she walks in and pats your shoulder while trying to convince you get up. When that doesn’t work she’s loud af

She’ll go get some pans and bang them, she’ll play a song you hate loudly on her phone next to your ear, or she’ll start singing loudly. She might even jump on your bed.

As much as you hate it, you still manage to laugh at how goofy she’s being.

Toge Inumaki:

Inumaki is canonly a troll. He’s gonna wake you up in a silly way that just so barely annoys you

Pokes you as well but all over your body, especially if your ticklish.

“Tuna mayooooo” *pokes your sides*

Even once you’re awake he’ll still poke at you while holding back his laugh

Maki Zenin:

Very much like Gumi, she acts annoyed and is loud. She knocks on your door calling out your name. You don’t answer so she swings the door open aggressively.

“How are they still alseep??” She asks herself. She was being loud. You’re such a heavy sleeper.

She’ll kick the bed frame with her heel “oooooiii, Y/N. Wake up.”

If you grumble and hide under the covers she’ll rip them off lmao

Panda:

Pokes at you as well while calling out your name.

“Yyyyy/nnnnnn it’s time to wake uuppp!”

Tries to convince you with breakfast. If you still don’t wake up he’ll just pick you up and walk out your room.

Yuta Okkotsu:

SUPER FUCKING SWEET!!!

He’s so gentle and refuses to raise his voice that he ends up taking forever to wake you up lmao

Pats your shoulder or gently shakes you. Probably pokes your cheeks too

“Y/N. Rise and shine. Time to wake up~”

Rika will try to convince Yuta to just shake you awake but he’ll tell her no and continue trying to gently wake you up 😭💗

Gojo Satoru:

Dramatic af

He walks into your room without even knocking and already singing loudly

“Yyyy/nnnnn! Time to arrriiisssee!! Open your eeeyyyeeessss! Let’s eat some bacon and eeeggggsss!!! It’ll strengthen your….. LLLEEEEGGGGSSSS!!!! ……. *y/n still asleep* Y/N WAKE UP!”

He’ll poke at you and tickle you like Toge while laughing the entire time

Nanami Kento:

Pretty bland lmao

He knocks on your door and when you don’t answer he peeks in to see you still asleep.

He puts his hand on your shoulder and calls out your name. “Y/N. It’s time to wake up.”

Continues to shake your shoulder until you wake up.

He’ll probably get slightly annoyed though if you’re getting close to being late. He’s a punctual man, he doesn’t like tardiness

I can also kind of see him just staring you when you continue to sleep through his failed attempts and trying to figure out how to wake you then plays the most OBNOXIOUS alarm sound he can find super loud in your ear.

“Wake up. You’re going to be late.”

Geto Suguru:

Peeks in and just calls out your name.

“Y/N. Wake up. Wakey wakey~”

Still not budging? Rip off your covers and open the blinds to burn your eyes from the sun. Clap his hands super loud.

“Good, you’re awake. Come on, let’s go. Got stuff to do.”

Mahito:

Dumps a bucket of ice cold water on you while cackling

Sukuna Ryoumen:

Probably slaps you hard across the face and calls you a fool. I can also see him just straight up scratching you.

But if Yuji kept him from hurting you, he’d just groan and clap extremely loud to scare you awake and call you a brat. Then slump you over his shoulder

“Get moving, brat. We got shit to do.”

#when I was writing this I was imagining it all platonic so that’s why I added panda #if you want to view all the other characters as romantic go ahead it’s all up to interpretation:)#jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #itadori yuji x reader #jjk x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #nobara kugisaki x reader #maki zenin x reader #toge inumaki x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #geto suguru x reader #mahito x reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x y/n

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hiiii i learned your name Aiden!!! How are you? Hallow i’m the sugu angst anon, sadly not asking for angst because poor sugu need a break and i love him so much so he deserves the whole world, i wanna thank you for writing my requests 🫶

and if you wanna consider 👀 perhaps an au where sugu didn’t spiral into the whole monkeys thing and so he is a teacher just like satoru? and he’s dating reader whose also a teacher, and they’re in a secret relationship that got revealed and gojo feels betrayed LMAO, anddd that’s all, hope you’re doing great! 🫶

Angsty Anon, how are you!? I love your requests, it's always a pleasure to write for you 💙💙 and yeah, I'm Aiden! I'm only now realizing I've never properly introduced myself on here, so, I guess this is my official introduction lol. And of course, I would love to consider Sugu as a teacher, that's so cute!

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Starring Suguru Geto, in a slightly softer world.

Have you ever heard of the multiverse theory? It gets switched around and misinterpreted a lot, but the basic premise of it is that for every possible outcome, there is a universe that follows it. So, for example, if you're on a walk one morning, and come across a fork in the road, you may choose the left path. When you do this, another universe is created in which you choose the right path, and yet another still where you didn't go on any walk at all.

As such, this implies that there are some fundamental truths across all universes. Every universe you encounter will have stars in the sky, and a force of gravity will keep everyone down. You won't find a universe where atoms aren't the building blocks of life. You won't find a universe that doesn't have a sun in its center. And you won't find a universe where Suguru Geto is a morning person.

He all but yells into his pillow as his alarm sounds off at 5:45 AM. He considers violence, a possible war crime against his phone for committing the egregious sin of waking him up before the sun is even up. He considers aggressively turning the alarm off and going back to sleep, letting the world continue on without him as he becomes one with his comforter.

And in the end he does none of it. He turns his alarm off like a normal person, and forces himself out of bed at the truly ungodly hour of 5:45 AM. Why you ask? Because class starts at 7 AM, and the kids he teaches are relying on him to show up and be a model jujutsu sorcerer, just like they are for all of the other teachers at Jujutsu High. And just as it is a fundamental truth that Suguru Geto is not a morning person, it's a fundamental truth that he would do absolutely anything for those he loves. And Suguru loves all of those kids, even if they can get a little annoying at times.

He’s falling asleep while brushing his teeth when he gets his first text of the day from you. A short and sweet “Good morning sweetie 💜” to give him the motivation to push through his morning routine.

He sends “Good morning to you too Darling 🖤” to you while smiling, finishing up brushing his teeth before mentally preparing himself for the arctic plunge of a shower he’s about to take to finish waking himself up.

Once he’s dressed and as awake as he’s going to be at 6:00 AM, he goes to check on Nanako and Mimiko out of habit. Of course, he finds their shared room empty, considering they moved into the dorms a week ago when school started.

“Right.” He grumbled to himself, shaking his head. At this point, it feels like he’ll never get used to them not being around. He wondered how Satoru adapted so quickly when Megumi moved into the dorms. Then again, Satoru seemed to be made for adaptation, meanwhile, Suguru had always struggled more with change.

Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, A car horn blared through the quiet suburb. “What is he-?!” Suguru snapped at the air before rushing outside and into his friends car.

“What the hell are you doing Satoru?!” He asked, suddenly very awake.

“Letting you know I’m here.” Gojo smiled as he pulled out of Sugurus drive way and onto the road.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but could you not have just texted me?” Suguru grumbled, “You’re going to wake up the entire neighborhood!”

“My phones dead.” Satoru shrugged. He had a habit of passing out while scrolling tik tok and forgetting to put his phone on the charger.

“And I suppose knocking on my door was out of the question?” Suguru asked. Gojo clearly did not see the issue with violating air pollution laws, and it was starting to irk him.

“In the rain? No way dude!” He laughed. It was at this point Geto looked out the window. Well shit, it was raining. He was so focused on just getting to the car he managed to miss it.

“It’s like, barely raining.” He argued with his friend. The white haired main beside him just shrugged.

“Hey man, you’re lucky I give you a ride at all,” Gojo reminded him, “I could just teleport to school.” Suguru would have tried to argue with that, but he knew better than to enter an argument on the losing side. He just sighed and shook his head.

“Whatever man….thanks for the ride.” He added at the end.

“You’re welcome!” Gojo smiled. Suguru sighed as he got comfortable in the seat, leaning against the window. The main reason he got rides from Gojo was so he could take a nap on the way to the school. It was a long drive, and the thirty minutes he spent passed out in Gojos car went a long way to making him not an asshole to his class in the morning. It felt like his eyes had been closed for all of two seconds before Satrou was waking him up, letting him know they had made it to their destination.

“Good morning Geto, good morning Gojo!” You greeted the men as they joined you in the teachers lounge. Suguru smiled warmly when he saw your face, familiar and bright, even at 6:30 in the morning.

“Good morning L/n.” Geto yawned as he rushed to the coffee pot in the room, still half full.

“Morning L/n!” Satoru beamed as he sat next to you. Normally, the three of you were on a first name basis, but a professional setting calls for professional dialect. “So, you two do anything fun on your weekend?” Gojo asked. Geto looked at you from the corner of his eyes, seeing how you handled this situation. You would have stolen a glance at him, but Gojo would have definitely noticed that.

“Eh, not much really,” You shrugged, “I went and visited my parents, and mostly just tried to catch up on reading.” That was definitely, 100% not what you were doing this weekend. In actuality, you had spent the entire weekend with Suguru. The two of you had seen a movie, checked out his favorite soba shop, and spent the vast majority of the time cuddled in his bed watching horror movies to get ready for ‘spooky season’ despite the fact in was, indeed, April.

But you couldn’t say any of that to Gojo. You and Suguru were co-workers, your romantic relationship wasn’t just discouraged and taboo- the employee handbook strictly forbid it. As much as the two of you wanted to tell your shared best friend about the beautiful relationship you’d found, you couldn’t. Mostly cause Satoru couldn’t keep a secret to save his ass.

“Cool! What about you Suguru?” Gojo smiled as he looked to his best friend, deciding for now that professional language was for the birds.

“Eh, I mostly stayed in. I re-watched the scream movies.” He shrugged as he drank his black coffee.

“Isn’t it kinda early to be watching horror movies? Or, I guess late?” Gojo asked.

“It is never too early for spooky movies.” You said, jumping to Getos defense maayybe just a little too quickly. Gojo raised his eyebrows at you.

“So I see were feeling a little defensive.” He pointed out.

“Not defensive, I’m just saying. It’s always horror movie time if you’re not a coward.”

“Hey, I-”

“Uhh, Sensei?” Itadori asked as he popped his head into the door. Immediately all attention went to him, and silently, you thanked the pink haired boy for saving your ass.

“Hey Itadori! What’s up?” Gojo asked, all smiles for his student.

“I could really use your help with the algebra assignment from last night,” Itadori explained, “I don’t think I really grasp…well numbers.” He explained. Gojo chuckled and shook his head, but didn’t argue cause he, like Geto, knew better than to argue with the truth.

“Yeah Kid, no problem. Let’s go to the classroom.” Satoru said, getting up and letting Itadori lead the way. There was a heavy silence that filled the room after, both of you listing to Satoru’s footsteps until they vanished. Once they were gone, you both let out a deep breath.

“Well that could have gone worse.” Suguru chuckled softly.

“Yeah, that was my bad,” You sighed, “I swear, he looks into the littlest of things.”

“That’s Satoru.” Suguru confirmed with a nod, “Always suspicious of something. Somethings never change.” He shrugged. You looked around, making sure the coast we clear before standing up to give Suguru a quick hug.

“Ain’t that the truth.” You chuckled. Suguru smiled as he held you close, his mind wondering off to the other things that never seemed to change. The school, sorcerer society as a whole, the way he felt for you- even all the way back in high school. He had a crush on you even before you saved him, and it only intensified after.

Of course, as far as you’re concerned you didn’t save anyone that day in the graveyard. You just talked some sense into an old friend. You would never know just how close to the edge Suguru was that day. How could you? All you knew was that his faith was shaken, and he needed some reassurance.

He could still go back to that afternoon in his mind like replaying a movie. He could still see the gray skies of fall, heavy with dark clouds. He could still smell the rain water and grave dirt hanging in the air. And could still sense the confusion he felt when you brought him to your best friends grave. He had never met the girl, she had died to a curse long before you enrolled in Jujutsu High. So why were you bringing him here now?

“This is where my friend lies,” You explained to him what he already knew. “It’s been a few years now, but I still think of her every day.”

“I’m sorry for your loss Y/n.” He said the only think he knew to say.

“Suguru, why are you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” You asked, suddenly looking at him with overly intense eyes that made him feel so small. Why did he was he a Jujutsu Sorcerer? He didn’t fucking know! Especially not anymore. He used to know. But, he lost that direction. After Riko died. After Haibara died. He didn’t know what the point to any of this was anymore.

“Why are you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” He asked back, not so smoothly dodging the question. You just pointed at the grave.

“For her. And for you, and for Riko and Haibara. For everyone I have loved and will love, I do it to protect them.” You explained it as if it was just that easy. And maybe it was. For you.

“How are we protecting them exactly?” He asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion, “Please, tell me just how exactly we protected Riko and Haibara?” He questioned.

“We protect them in death.” You shrugged, “Honor what they would have wanted. Do you really think Riko would want you to waste the life she so desperately wanted because of her death? Do you think Haibara would have wanted you to throw away all of your potential because some higher ups fucked him over? Or do you think they would want you to live your life to the fullest, and work hard to see that potential fulfilled?”

“I think they would want us to fight for a fundamental change in the system. For a world without curses.”

“Suguru, you and I both know that’s not possible.”

“But it is,” He argued, saying things out loud he had only thought up until now, “Humans are the only ones to produce curses, you know.”

“So what? You’re just going to kill all humans?” You scoffed at the absurdity of the idea, and he genuinely felt a little embarrassed. “What would that fix?”

“Well, there would be no curses, for one.” He pointed out.

“And what would that achieve?”

“We wouldn’t have to watch our friends and family die at the hands of disgusting curses!” He argued, frustrated that you couldn’t see his vision.

“No, we would just have to watch them die at the hands of other sorcerers, right?” You pointed out. “A world without curses doesn’t fix the cruelty that created them. Curses aren’t what killed Riko, and removing them won’t bring back Haibara.”

“No, Humans killed Riko.” He could still hear that god forsaken cult, clapping away as if a little girl hadn’t just been slaughtered. No, worse. Clapping away because a little girl had just been slaughtered. It was all he could hear late at night. You sighed and nodded.

“That's true. She was killed by a human, who was raised by sorcerers.”

“So are you trying to argue that actually sorcerers are the root of all evil?”

“No Suguru, I’m trying to argue that there is no “Root of all evil.” That it’s all just beings that exist. There are bad humans, of course. Just like how there are bad sorcerers. Everything that exists exists with some good and some bad. You can’t just fix the world with one final, fucked up solution.”

“I just don’t see the point in trying to save people who historically treat us like were fucking disposable!” Suguru snapped, hating that it was starting to seem really hopeless. Were you right? Was there really nothing he could do?

“Sugu, I think you’re getting caught in the details. You’re not seeing the forest for the trees.” You sighed. “ Yes, the Star Cult was full of the most fowl people. And yeah, a lot of humans do treat us like shit. But there are just as many humans who are kind to us. Humans who see their children's cursed techniques as blessings, not curses. Humans willing to die if it means being there for the sorcerers they love and standing by them. Humans like your parents, and my best friend. Humans that are worth protecting.”

“So we have to protect them all just because a few are good?”

“Would you protect a bad person to save me?” You asked. He hadn’t really thought of it like that. It was a moral question he wasn’t ready for, and struggled to find an answer to.

“I mean, I guess I would.” He finally said.

“Exactly. That’s kinda the point of Jujutsu Sorcery for me. It’s not to protect the world- that’s too monumental of a task even for Satoru Gojo. It’s to protect the ones I love and care for.”

“And what about when we can’t protect them?” He could feel the tears prickle as his eyes now, a stinging that demanded attention. He rubbed his eyes in a futile attempt to make it go away.

“Then I live to honor them, in a way I think would make them proud. I understand where you’re coming from. Heartache is a hell of a thing to battle, and witnessing a young death changes a person. But, continuing to perpetuate that hurt, won’t make it go away. Especially when it comes to such grandiose ideas like “kill all humans!” it doesn’t fix anything. It just hurts the people around you, both with us and departed. I mean, is slaughtering a billion strangers really worth ruining the people closest to you? The ones who love you? Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru.”

He didn’t know what to say. But that line rang in his ears. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. It drowned out the clapping in his mind. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. It played louder than Yuki telling him that humans were the only ones to create curses, and that he knew what he believed. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. And it was what was playing in his ears as he stared at two kids in a cage. Scared, alone, neglected. He felt it then, his hate rise up like bile in his throat, threatening to slaughter him. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru. Please, don’t let your hate kill you Suguru.

He took a minuet to breathe. Was killing this village really going to do anything? It would feel good, yeah- righteous even. But there were a million more like it. And he couldn’t single handedly slaughter them all. Not without hurting You, Gojo, Shoko, Riko, Haibara, and his own mother all in the process. Were a billion strangers worth the people he loved?

“You know, if you don’t want these girls in the village, there’s a better way to handle it.” That night he adopted Nanako and Mimiko. Sure, he may not be able to save every Jujutsu Sorcerer in the world. But at least he could save these two. A few weeks later, that village burned to the dirt in a forest fire, so maybe karma was real.

The bell ringing broke his train of thought, and snapped him back to the real world. You smiled as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you at lunch!” You winked to him as you grabbed your bag and made your way to your classroom. He smiled softly as he watched you go.

“Yeah, see you then.” He said, making his way to his own classroom.

Suguru swore up and down his class wasn’t hard. It was classical literature, if ya just read the book, and did the assignments, he was pretty generous with the A’s. It was why conversations like this were always at least mildly amusing to him.

“I just don’t understand why you’re being to difficult about this” Nobara argued, “It’s just a few points!”

“Nobara, rounding from a C to an A is not a few points. It’s an entire letter grade.” He gently reminded her.

“Yeah, and what’s an entire letter grade if not just a few points?” She argued back. He sighed and rubbed his temples. Nobara had always been a forced to be reckoned with, and was always determined to get what she wanted.

“Look, Nobara, I’ll compromise with you. You know the big report we have coming up on Fires on the Plain?”

“I do.” She confirmed.

“If you do really well on it, And I mean really well, I need you to make at least an A on it- I’ll bump your grade to a B+” That was where her grade would be at anyway if she made an A on the report, “Sound good?” Nobora grinned like she got away with something.

“Oh yeah, I could do that in my sleep!” She declared, and Suguru had to hold back a laugh, “You’re on Sensei!” She grinned, muttering a soft ‘sucker’ under her breath as she left the room. Once she was gone, Suguru let his chuckle out. It was always fun tricking his students into accidentally taking their studies serious.

“Whats got you giggling?” You asked from his doorway, a small smile creeping onto your lips from the sound of his light laughter.

“Oh, nothing,” He said with a wave of his hand, “Just my students thinking they’re gaming the system by-” He pretended to check his notes- “Doing the work.”

“Let me guess, Nobara?”

“It was Nobara.” He confirmed, and you both let out a small giggle. You walked into his classroom and leaned against his desk facing him.

“Very on brand for her. So, have you thought about dinner tonight?” You asked. He smiled and nodded, getting out of his chair to come and wrap his arms around your waist. Was it risky? Kind of, everyone was out to lunch, sure, but that didn’t mean that you two weren’t out in the open. He couldn’t help it though. Whenever you were around, he had to have his arms around you. He didn’t spend almost 6 years chasing your affections to not hold you whenever he could.

“I have actually,” He smiled, “I thought we could cook something together tonight? I found a new pork belly recipe that seemed right up your ally.”

“Oooo, another night in! How exciting!” You giggled. And you meant it too. While to most people, a night in was a boring everyday thing, Jujutsu Sorcerers weren’t blessed with the luxury of having a night at home promised to them. They weren’t even guaranteed the simple pleasure of coming home at night. So, a night in to the two of you was fun, exciting, and unquantifiably valuable.

“I thought you’d be excited,” He smiled lovingly at you. You look so precious in his arms. He couldn’t believe something as beautiful and pristine as you found any value in him. That you had found him worthy of the time it took to save him. Suguru wasn’t a religious man, but he thought maybe he could believe in angels if they were half as perfect as you were. He had no idea what he did to earn the right to have you as his angel, but he was so fucking happy he did it.

His swelling emotions got the better of him, and he leaned down to kiss you. A warm current flowed between the two of you, the familiar taste of cinnamon coffee filling your senses as you melted into him. He was comforting and safe, and in his embrace you were almost convinced nothing bad could ever happen.

“OH, I KNEW IT!” Of course something bad had to happen. The two of you scrambled away from each other, looking at Gojo like two teenagers that had been caught making out in your parents car. It was actually embarrassing. “I KNEW YOU TWO HAD A THING!”

“Satoru, It’s not what it looks like!” You panicked.

“Yeah, It’s not like that, Y/n just…had something on her face! I was wiping it off.”

“With your mouth!?” Gojo scoffed.

“...Yes?” Someone, take away Suguru’s lying privileges. Your face hit your plam at the lame lie, and Gojo rolled his eyes.

“I’d asked if you guys thought I was dumb, but clearly you do! Why would you keep this from me?” He all but whined as he fully entered the classroom.

“Well Satoru, it’s…well..” You tried to think of something to save his feelings.

“There are celebrity tabloids better at keeping secrets than you Satoru.” Nevermind Suguru, go back to lying.

“Hey, that’s not true!” Satoru said on his own defense, “When Shoko started smoking again I kept that secret!”

“Shoko started smoking again?” You gasped.

“...fuck.” Satoru whispered.

“See Satoru! That’s what we mean.” Suguru sighed, seeing his job flash before his eyes.

“It’s still not cool!” Gojo pouted, “My two closest friends in the entire world fall in love and they won’t even tell me! No wonder you guys haven’t wanted to hang out on the weekends. You’ve been together, haven’t you!?” You and Suguru looked down in shame. Maybe it wasn’t exactly fair to keep him completely out of the loop.

“Do you guys hate me?” Gojo asked, the betrayal he felt seeping into his voice.

“No, Satoru, we love you!” You assured him.

“You’re our best friend, of course we love you!” Suguru confirmed, “We just also like being able to pay rent!”

“Paying rent is so important!” You nodded.

“I wouldn’t tell anyone!” Satoru insisted, “I would never do anything to put your livelihoods at risk! I thought you guys would have known that.” He pouted.

“We do know that,” You sighed.

“Do we?” Suguru whispered, just for you to swiftly pat him to remind him to behave.

“We were just being cautious. I’m sorry we hurt your feelings Satoru.” You apologized as you went to your wounded friend, patting his back for comfort. Suguru joined you on his other side.

“Yeah man, I’m sorry. We’ll try and keep you in the loop about more things, okay?” Suguru promised. Satoru sniffled and nodded.

“Okay…I forgive you guys.” He said, looking up and smiling at the two of you. “So when do I get to come to date night?”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #suguru geto #suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto x reader fluff #geto x reader #suguru geto fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #Angsty Anon #🥐

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lizziespoem · 8 months

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crickets and moonlight | geto ͏⸺ one shot

͏⸺ The sun had slipped behind the horizon and the starry tent shone brighter than the nights before, when you sat on the cool floor of the balcony and looked into the sky, while you enjoy the cold wind stroked the skin of your bare shoulders and for a moment you feel free.

"Isn’t it a bit too late for someone like you to still be awake?" the voice of suguru pulled you out of your thoughts and makes you look down from the starry sky as you looked at him with raised eyebrows "someone like me?"

With a crooked grin, he leaned his body against the door frame and looked down at you on the floor as he crossed his arms in front of his chest "I know you long enough to know you can sleep anytime and anywhere"

A hoarse laugh crawled out of your throat as you gently nodded and looked up into the sky again "you’re right, I couldn’t sleep"

It wasn’t particularly hard for the dark-haired man to realize that something was clinging to your heart and keeping you from sleeping and he would be lying if he said it didn’t make something with him seeing you like that, the dark circles under your eyes and the tired smile on your lips as your tried to convince him that you’re fine.

Nevertheless, an innocent smile crept on his lips as he looked at you closely under the moonlight. Your lips were slightly swollen, as if you had bitten them for a few minutes and your cheeks were reddened by the cool evening air. Your hair was ruffled by the blowing wind and with every passing breeze he could catch the smell of your perfume with his nose.

His eyes wandered briefly up to the starry sky before he directed his gaze back at you as he moved over to you taking his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders.

"mind if I join you?" he asked softly as he sits down next to you after you shake your head.

The sound of crickets chirping filled the air as he looked towards the stars, trying to count them all but got stuck as his gaze felt down at you admiring the sideprofile of yours as of you were a masterpiece of Van Gogh.

"Do you want to tell me what going on in the pretty head of yours?" he asked after a while of silence as he didn’t took his gaze of you.

The moonlight was shining on his face, complimenting his sharp jaw and his glowing eyes as you looked over to you shoulder to catch his gaze, making you a bit flustered as you look down at your hands "it was a nightmare again, the same one I’ve had a couple times now"

Suguru raised an eyebrow "Is it the same nightmare over and over?"

"maybe I start to lose my mind" you nod as you hopelessly tried to laugh it off, watching back to the shining stars whispering "I must sound like a fool"

Suguru stayed silent for a couple minutes as his eyes followed yours to the night sky admiring the stars as he mumbles "no, not at all"

A quiet noise was rustling next to you as suguru lays down on the balcony floor, his arms tensed behind his head and looked up into the sky "you know if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here for you, y/n"

"and I’m always there for you, suguru" you smile comforting as you let your gaze fall over the stars again, after you layed down beside suguru laying your head on his chest.

You didn’t noticed sugurus eyes laying on you after you looked away, like all the other times his eyes were studying you trying to see through you in the hope you would notice him.

He wanted to clear his throat, making you notice him and seeing him like he saw you, but he hesitated, wanting to push away his feelings and move on like he always did. Something inside of him just couldn't tell you how he truly felt about you, how his heart was racing everytime he saw you across the room talking to shoko as you didn’t even noticed him and how his heart warms up as soon you began to smile after you noticed him from afar, and it was eating him up that he had so many chances to tell you, but he was alway remaining in silence.

Even this time the words were stuck on this tongue and all he did was taking a deep breath as his hand slowly stroked the back of your hair, while he looked up to the stars wishing that some day he can break the silence and tell you the truth.

But for now suguru closed his eyes listening to the crickets singing as the moonlight shines down and his fingers stroked the back of your head.

#imagine #anime #jujutsu kaisen #jjk suguru #sugurugeto #getou suguru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru x you #jujutsu geto #geto x y/n #geto x reader #jjk geto

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Colors of the wind

Takes place in-between chapter 10 of Sugar

A/N- Nanami Kento, the man that you are

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, FLUFF!! long chapter.

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader, Choso x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place in between chapter 10

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*2012*

“Nanamin!” You greet him excitedly when you spot him approaching your car; even though you told him to wait for you inside the restaurant.

“Hey,” he greets back and picks up his pace to help you open the door. “I thought I’d come help you.”

You laugh softly and try to reach over to take out the baby’s carrier, but Nanami shoves a pink gift bag in your hand and basically pushes you out of the way to try and get it out himself.

“Ken—”

“Here?” He asks and points to the button that releases the car seat.

You part your lips to argue, but he’s too much of a gentleman to listen, so you just hum in agreement and watch him not even struggle to take out the carrier for the first time.

You struggled for a while to secure it and take it out—It’s true you haven’t gone out much since Satori’s been born, but you’ve barely managed to master it yourself.

“You’re a natural,” you compliment Nanami after you close the door.

Nanami secures his hold around the handle and waits for you to catch up to head to the restaurant. “It’s not that hard.” He retorts.

You pout but don’t rebuttal, you just reach over to carry your baby’s carrier, but his eyes fall on you and he shakes his head. “It’s all right,” he assures you.

You narrow your gaze on him, but you can’t help but smile at his politeness.

“You look nice,” he adds instead. “You doing okay?”

You nod. “Yeah. That’s the neat thing about being able to use RCT, I healed my body after. The only pain now is these late nights, but I’m lucky to have Suguru. He wakes up to feed her, but I worry that she’s not breathing so I don’t get much sleep.” You giggle shyly at your confession and see him smile at you.

“I’m surprised you wanted to hang out,” he says and opens the door for you to walk inside first. “And I’m more surprised Suguru let you be out in such a non-sorcerer-infested place with his baby,” he mocks.

You feign a laugh and quip in his defense. “Our baby, and he can’t lock her up because he hates humanity, she’s a baby. And until he does something about all these non-sorcerers, or if he changes his mind about hating them then he has to deal with it until she can decide what she wants.”

“Table for two?” The server asks when you reach the stand.

You nod. “And a carrier stand,” you add with a feigned smile.

The server nods in comprehension and holds her finger up before she walks off, letting Nanami add to your conversation.

“That was very well said.”

You partially turn to face him and offer him a smug smile before you comment on something else. “And I wanted to hang out because I wanted you to meet Satori, and because I was bored of being stuck at home; Suguru is going to be gone all day for the first time since I reached my last month of being pregnant, so I wanted to do something.”

Nanami hums and before he can add something to the conversation the server comes back with a carrier stand and opens the little gate to let Nanami and you pass through.

When you reach the table at a far end corner of the room, Nanami secures the carrier on the stand, and when you take your seats the server takes your drinks before finally letting you address the baby in the room Nanami has only seen through the hundreds of pictures you send him.

“You ready to meet her?” You basically squeal and don’t wait for what he has to say before you zip open the cover that protects her, catching right away that her eyes are wide open. “Oh, and she’s awake! Good morning my little love.”

The baby blinks, and you unbuckle her before you carefully take out your chubby baby. “Nanamin,” you speak softly and turn her around in your arms so she can face him. “I want you to meet Satori Geto.”

You glance over at your friend and grin brightly as you show her off to him, seeing a bright and proud smile on his usually hardened face.

“Satori,” you speak in a soft and sweet voice. “This is your uncle Kento Nanami. Don’t worry he may look angry all the time, but he’s turned out to be a big softy.”

Satori is only two months old, so she just fidgets and stares at him intensely with her father's deep brown eyes.

“She’s very beautiful,” Nanami says, letting you cradle her in your arms and offer him a much gentler smile.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“She looks like him too. A lot more in person than in pictures.”

You laugh and nod. “She does, doesn't she? Suguru says he doesn’t see it, but I do. And you do, right?” you direct at your baby, making her coo at you.

“I brought her a present,” Nanami cuts in and reaches over the table to take the present he had shoved in your hands earlier. “I hope you like it.”

You drift your eyes over to him, and since you’re carrying the baby, he pulls out a small square box from the bag for you and opens the box to pull out a small golden bracelet.

“Oh,” you breathe out with tears filling your eyes. “It’s very nice. Too nice, Kento. You shouldn’t have.”

Nanami shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he argues. “I’m more than happy to give her this. You’re my best friend after all.”

You let out a happy sigh and watch as he puts the bracelet under the light to show off her name inscribed on the rich metal, making your eyes soften, and your smile tremble. “Oh, Kenny…” you mumble in disbelief.

“She may grow out of it,” he says with a soft smile. “But you can always add more golden links to make it bigger as she grows. I know you have the money for that.”

You laugh breathlessly and nod while you take the bracelet from his grasp.

“It’s lovely,” you tell him and show it to Satori even though she has no idea what it is you’re holding. “Look at it, it has your name on it.”

Satori curiously watches the gold glimmer under the light, and you continue to admire the bracelet again before you admire your friend. “Thank you Kento,” you direct warmly at your friend.

Nanami offers you a tiny smile and you let your gaze linger on him as you feel your heart overfill with nothing but gratitude and fondness, assuring you for the hundredth time that reaching out to him was one of the best decisions you’ve made.

“Don’t cry,” he scolds you when he catches your gaze and notices you on the brink of tears. “It’s just a present…besides people will be nosy if they see you cry.”

You drop your gaze back to the bracelet and smile in amusement.

“Here are your drinks,” the server startles you, but you don’t give her your attention until it’s time to order. And since you’ve been here before there’s only one thing you craved from this place, so you don’t take your time to look through the menu; nor does Nanami, so the interaction is quick.

Except the server does add one more thing before. “Can I just say you make a very lovely family.”

You snap your eyes to the server and begin to grin mischievously.

“Oh, we’re not—”

“Oh, thank you,” you cut Nanami off and touch your chest as you pretend to be touched by her compliment. “You’re so sweet.”

The server smiles and walks off, letting Nanami groan while you snicker as you meet his gaze.

“Won’t it be funny when they notice that Satori has raven black hair while you're blond, and my hair is white?” You share the idea behind your lie. “It’s a bit scandalous.”

Nanami judges you from his seat and shakes his head in disapproval. “Not really, no,” he deadpans.

You snicker, and he quips.

“You've spent too much time inside, I think.”

You click your tongue and hum in agreement.

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*NOT SO MUCH LATER*

“And I’ll have this for dessert,” you point out to the server.

“And for you?” The server asks Nanami.

You look over and see this new server bat her eyelashes at Nanami, making you stifle a laugh and get hit on your shin in return.

When the server leaves you burst out laughing. “I should’ve made a scene,” you immediately say. “Are you flirting with my husband? Don’t you see our baby that looks nothing like him?!” You gasp dramatically and Nanami rolls his eyes.

“You’re embarrassing,” he grumbles.

You snicker and pick up your baby off her carrier to walk over and push Nanami further down his booth.

“Do you want to hold her?” You ask since you have time now and you know she won’t cry because she’s been fed.

Nanami stiffens as if faced with an impossible situation. “Well,” he stammers. “I don’t know.”

You giggle and shake your head. “Don’t worry about it. We were sorcerers for goodness sake. How much harder can holding a baby be? Just cradle her in your arms.”

Nanami reluctantly folds his arms, and you carefully place Satori on them, making his breaths shudder as if he feared such a helpless baby.

“It’s okay,” you assure him. “You’re doing great. You’re a natural.”

Nanami huffs and looks down at baby Satori in his arms.

“If I drop her, tell Geto it was you,” he mutters.

You scoff and lean over to rest your chin on his shoulder to watch Satori as she watches Nanami with her dark eyebrows slowly pinching together.

“She has a lot of hair,” he comments on the fact.

You hum in agreement and smile brightly as Satori’s eyes water and her bottom lip trembles.

“She’s going to cry, take her,” Nanami panics and turns, but you don’t reach over to help him, you just continue to reassure him.

“She won’t cry. Even if she does, well, she needs to know her dad and I can’t be the only ones carrying her. Plus she likes Yuki, and she’s got a rambunctious spirit. How can she not like you?” You compliment him. “You have a very gentle spirit, just loosen up a bit.”

Nanami lets out a frustrated breath, but he drops his shoulders. And without needing to be told he begins to sway her in his warm and muscular arms that nestle her like a warm security blanket. And that calms her down.

“See,” you praise him and nudge his arm. “Natural. If Haibara could you see now.”

Nanami lets out a breathless laugh and his smile widens at the thought.

“Oh my god,” you suddenly change the subject as a thought pops into your mind. “I should take a picture and set you up on a dating profile!” You exclaim and hug his arm. “Women go nuts over men with cute babies.”

“Satori is not my daughter,” Nanami points out as if you don’t know.

“So? You won't lie about that, it’s just bait,” you explain mischievously. “You don’t need to be a father, holding a baby is good enough.”

Nanami side eyes you and you meet his gaze with a smug look.

“Don’t,” he deadpans.

“Don’t,” you mock him and pull your phone out, seeing that you have a message from none other than your husband.

Suguru: How are you doing? You girls doing okay? Do you need me to go pick you up?

You smile and respond to him first.

You: Nope, we’re doing fine ;) talk later

The moment you send the message, you go search on the internet for dating websites.

“Stop,” Nanami warns you.

You peel away from his side and find an okay site so you quickly move your fingers to sign up as Nanami.

“Name,” you read out loud. “Kento Nanami. Age? 21, but your birthday is next month, so almost 22 years old. Height…how tall are you Nanamin?” You ask and peek at him to try and guess.

Yet he’s no help, he tries to reach over, but you drag your ass back and point at him. “Baby in your arms, don’t try anything,” you warn him amusingly and add a white lie. “6’1 and a half.” You smirk. “Hobbies? Reading, smart-mouthing people, long walks on the beach, and…uh going to bakeries.”

��Stop.”

“Occupation!” You cut him off and chuckle. “Uh, what do you do again?” You ask and look at him, but he glares at you so you avoid the question. “It doesn't matter. Now what do you look for in a woman? Someone loyal and looking for commitment, someone who wants a family and understands that life is hard and that there's so much more to this world that a lot of people don’t understand.”

Nanami snorts softly. “You’ll scare them away instead of attracting them.”

A smirk tugs on your lips and you scroll up fast to click on the profile picture. “Now,” you change the subject. “Smile! But don’t make it too creepy either!”

Nevertheless, just as you click on the button, Nanami reaches out so all you get is a picture of his palm before he snatches your phone from your hand.

You pout. “You’re no fun! You didn’t have to talk to them, I could’ve set it all up,” you complain.

Nanami deletes the page you were on and slides your phone on the table, making you huff out and cross your arms over your chest. “Do you even have any friends besides me?” You ask him. “And work friends don’t count.”

Nanami looks down at Satori and tugs her blanket over her arm, letting you take that silence as an answer.

“No, you don’t! Am I the only woman you talk to?” You go back to teasing him. “Maybe you should go back to your emo phase.” You snort. “Some women like broody men. You were very broody back in the day.”

Nanami ignores you and you nudge his arm. “It’s okay. I’ll find you, someone. You know, this woman joined our organization, her name is Manami. She’s pretty, a bit mean-looking, but hey you have that in common!”

Nanami sighs, and you smile with pride over the fact that you can get him this bothered.

“Anway!” You roll out and grab your phone before you slide off the seat. “I need to use the restroom. I won’t be long, but if she does cry, her binky is in her carrier—”

“Wait,” he cuts you off with concern.

You wave him off. “Just keep carrying her and you’ll be fine. She’s not fussy, and I won’t be long.” You add and turn. However, before you can walk away you peer over your shoulder and interject smugly. “And hey, maybe you can, I don’t know, catch someone’s eye.” You snicker and hear him groan so you walk off in a prideful stride.

On your way to the restroom, you check your phone and see that Suguru sent another message.

Suguru: Come home soon.

Your nose scrunches with disgust at the command he just sent. Which is very unlike him.

Come home? And not only that but he put a period at the end of the sentence. Tsk.

Then again, you haven’t really gone out since Satori’s been born, and when you would go out he’d be with you in places less crowded than this.

But even then who does he think he is bossing you around like that? Especially when you’re with Nanami, someone he knows and trusts.

It’s why you simply send him a dry message.

You: I’ll see

Now you'll send him something when you’re on your way home now. He doesn’t deserve cute updates.

Which is why you put your phone on silent before you put it away as you continue walking.

Nevertheless, just before you can reach the hall that leads to the restrooms you have to cut around the entrance, and just as you’re going to do that, you actually stiffen right away as you’re struck with immediate fear the moment you see…your father.

Of all the people you could see here, you see him.

And he’s not alone, but he’s not with anyone else from your family either. It looks like he’s with business partners.

Which should indicate him not catching you standing all dumbfounded, but he does. He looks right at you, and rather than facing him with a hardened and confident glare like you had imagined in your head all your interactions would go, you actually duck your head as if it was still something you still practiced.

Your father actually steals your breath away as you see him approaching you.

However, just as you thought he’d come stand before you he comes to a halt a foot away and scoffs.

He doesn’t say anything else though, he doesn't do anything either, he just scoffs. But you can identify that sound as disapproval.

It makes you want to react, to snap back with only a lick of the rage you harbor for him and the rest of your family, but you can’t move a muscle out of fear. No matter how much you want to. You stand there, paralyzed, until you watch his feet turn away. After that, you can only lift your head to notice the pride in his step after he provoked such a weak reaction from you.

After you can no longer see him you shift your feet to storm out of the restaurant and shoot Nanami a quick text.

You: Pay the tab and meet me outside. Please.

You get no response, but you know he’ll listen so you wait, and want to look nonchalant, as if you still aren’t breathing heavily and feel remnants of fear.

Alas, when Nanami meets up with you holding Satori and the things you left behind that discomfort and fear are obvious to him, so he doesn’t bombard you with questions, he instead helps you put Satori in the car.

“I’m sorry,” you break your silence a few minutes later.

Nanami steals a worried glance at you but he doesn’t push. “It’s okay,” he assures you. “Where to next?”

——

*LATER*

You can’t say you enjoyed the rest of the day after coming across your father. He might’ve not done or said anything, but seeing him was enough to make you live through years of bad memories you had let go of. And it honestly felt like bile wanted to rise up the rest of the day until you returned to the safety of your house and saw Suguru.

Yet when you got home he was more quiet than usual, but since neither of you like talking about your problems in front of the girls, you don’t probe until you’re finally alone at night.

“What’s wrong?” You ask softly and slither your hands under his shirt as you lean your head over his shoulder. “You’ve been quiet.”

Suguru peers back and glances at your lips before he kisses you, making you smile and take him for a deeper kiss.

“You know,” you add between the kiss. “Why don’t we go take a shower together and let me treat you tonight, hm? Before your daughter wakes up to eat, hm?”

Suguru lingers in the kiss for a moment longer before he stops and speaks against your parted lips as you still crave for more. “Let’s talk first.”

You pull back and look at him with concern.

“Come sit,” he says and pats the empty seat next to him.

You let out a small sigh and walk around the couch to sit beside him with your legs resting on the couch. And even if you have an idea what this is about, you still don’t attempt to address anything and wait for him instead.

“You know I trust you,” he starts off by saying, making you slowly furrow your eyebrows. “I trust Nanami…but…I don’t trust monkeys.”

Oh…okay…this is where this is going.

“And it’s why I don’t feel comfortable with you going out there with my baby.”

You blink repeatedly in disbelief and scoff down at your nails as you go over what he just said, knowing well he’s being serious with this concern, and he wasn’t really leaning towards a debate.

This is what the command was about earlier too. His discomfort with his daughter being surrounded by non-sorcerers.

You should’ve known. It should’ve been obvious.

“Our daughter,” you correct him with bitterness slowly lacing through your voice. “She’s my daughter too, Suguru.”

“I know,” he speaks softly before he reaches over to grab your hand. “Darling, she can have a life here. You both can. We’re building up our community stone by stone, but there’s a life to be had amongst these walls, and in the facilities.”

You clench your jaw and slowly slide your hand away from his soft grasp.

“She’s my daughter too, Suguru,” you argue softly at first and finally meet his calm gaze. “I carried her, I birthed her, me. She’s my daughter too. She’s our human daughter who doesn’t deserve to be locked away like some prisoner because of our ideals.”

Suguru holds your gaze and his collected and calm expression falls and forms to express his annoyance.

“She’s still a baby, but what good is it for her to be just at home?” You continue to argue. “I know you don’t like non-sorcerers, I don’t like them either, but Suguru, there’s nothing we can do about it as long as they’re still roaming everywhere. Which is why you can’t control her, she needs to see the world, she doesn’t deserve to just know these walls or these people.”

“I know,” Suguru counters and his face slowly hardens. “And she won’t just know us, there’s many sorcerers she will meet and interact with. There’s a lot of the world she can see without being surrounded by all those people.”

“The world is filled with those people,” you snap back. “It might be a safe place here, but even your facility holds people like that. You can’t hide her from the world, and choose what she has to follow, she’s a baby! She’s two months old, Suguru. And until you manage to get rid of all of them then it’s up to her to decide what she wants to follow, and who she wants to be surrounded by. Until then I will continue to take her out with me. Do you understand, or do you not trust me to take her out?” You ask with frustration seeping out through your heavy breaths.

“I trust you,” Suguru quickly says before he swallows thickly and pulls himself closer to you to try and take your hands.

However, you yank them away and get off the couch instead.

“But,” he continues and slowly gets off the couch too. “I don’t want our daughter out there. What if something happens? What if they do something to all of you when I’m not there? They’re bad people, selfish, and cruel.”

“I know that!” You cut in. “I know that, but I’m with her. I’m with all of them. I’m strong now. You don’t need to worry, and you can’t hide her away because you’re scared of something that hasn’t happened or that will probably never happen.”

“I’m not scared, I’m worried,” he argues and steps towards you, and you let him be close. “I don’t like knowing that she’s out there.”

“So what?” You interject angrily. “Do you prefer us to be locked away here?”

“Yes,” Suguru quickly says, causing you to gasp and step back—“if it keeps you both safe. Then yes. Is that what you want to hear? Does that make me a bad person?”

Your eyes water out of anger, but you don’t shed a tear, you step forward and point your finger at his chest. “Yes,” you sneer and spin around sharply to storm away.

Suguru doesn’t fret to follow after you and continues to argue but in a much quieter voice this time so the twins won’t hear. “Wait, y/n, wait. Listen to me—”

“Don’t,” you interrupt him. “I thought you were someone who let us all live the way we wanted to live without being some dictator, but maybe I’m wrong.”

“It’s not that, and you know it.”

You roll your eyes and make a beeline towards the closet in your room to take out a leather traveling bag, making Suguru quickly change the subject the moment he sees it.

“What are you doing?” He asks quietly as he’s slowly filled with disbelief.

“I’m leaving,” you quickly let him know.

Suguru lags behind as you yank back the drawers of your dresser to throw in your clothes without giving it any thought when you’re usually so precise about what you wear.

“Wait, baby, wait,” he keeps insisting and strides to you to take your wrist and pull you back so you can face him. “Don’t do this. This is plain petty and foolish. You don’t need to leave, let’s talk.”

You shake your head. “If we talk now we won’t go anywhere. It’ll be such an exhausting cycle and we’ll only hurt each other more than you’ve already hurt me. So no,” you make yourself clear and pull your wrists away. “Think about what it is you want. When you’ve come to your senses you can call me and then we can talk. Until then we’re leaving.” You twist around and continue to shove your clothes into the bag before you throw in clothes for Satori.

“No—”

“No,” you cut him off louder as you continue to pack. “No. I know this life you want. I’ve lived that life. I’ve been controlled, I grew up with people like that. We may have not shared the same exact ideals, but I know that life and it may not seem that way now, but if you continue wanting to control Satori’s life without letting her weigh on it, without letting her live in it, then this will turn out like that. Dictators in the shadows who don’t bother to love their children because they’re too busy trying to control them.”

“I’m not like that,” he whispers.

You peer back at him with tears finally crawling down your cheeks as you feel your heartache at what you’re choosing to do. “Not yet,” you say honestly.

“Look,” you sigh. “I don’t like non-sorcerers, I will follow you to the ends of the world to fight for what we want…but until we have the world we want then we have no choice but to endure. I don’t like that so many non-sorcerers are around her either, but you can’t lock her away here. That’s not freedom, and she’ll just grow up either hating us for what we’re keeping her from, or spiteful about the world. I want our daughter to grow up good. In a good home, and with choices that she can take. Until you can understand that then we can come back home.”

Suguru’s eyes begin to gleam with tears, and he parts his lips, but all that comes out is a breath of air.

You still wait and hope he’s come to his senses but he drops his head and remains still, letting you exhale a deep shaky breath before you finish packing and move to get the twins.

“What’s going on?” Mimiko asks.

You sigh deeply and try not to make them worry. “Mimiko, Nanako, grab your jackets and pack some clothes in your empty backpacks, okay? We’re going away for a few days.”

Nanako rubs her eyes and looks at the door before looking at you. “Why?” She asks.

“We’re just getting away from home for a little while, like a trip,” you lie so they don’t worry. “I’m going to get your sister and get the car ready.”

You quickly go out knowing they’ll listen, and when you go into Satori's Room and Suguru is already in there.

“Suguru,” you plead.

“Please,” he insists.

You walk up to him, making him peer back at you.

“I grew up being controlled, I had to rely on my brother to have a sense of freedom…that’s not good. He was a good brother, but it shouldn't have been that way.”

Suguru nods and looks back at Satori. “She doesn’t like being cold, just like you,” he says softly.

You nod and pick her up off her cradle. She moves and groans, but she doesn’t wake up, letting you continue to get her ready to leave.

Once you’ve packed all you need for Satori, and have her neatly tucked in her carrier, you go out to the car and the twins don’t take long to follow. It’s only when you’re all in the car without Suguru that Nanako asks about him watching from the front door.

“Is Geto not coming along?”

You shake your head as you begin to reverse. “No, he’ll catch up to us later.”

“Oh,” Mimiko whispers. “Okay.”

When you’re ready to drive off you spare one last glance at Suguru and frown with discontent since you don’t like doing this, but you can’t live the way he wants. You can’t let your daughters live through that. He needs to realize that. And to do it he needs to think it over alone.

Which is why you drive over to Nanami’s place.

It’s not so late, but you don’t want to drive around looking for a good hotel to stay at. If Suguru doesn’t figure his stuff out by tomorrow then you’ll stay somewhere else. Until then, you go to the home of the only person you have outside of your growing family; your best and most trusted friend.

And when you knock on the door with your daughters and your bags, he opens the door, studies all of you, reads the state you're in, and just like you assumed, he doesn’t ask questions.

“Can we stay here tonight?” You ask regardless.

Nanami nods and steps to the side, letting you all inside before he closes the door behind you.

“Hi Nanami!” Both the twins greet the man happily.

“Hello girls, it’s nice to see you. You can watch TV if you want. It's on, just change it.” He lets them know kindly as you both watch them wander over there already.

“Yay!”

When they’re out of ear shot you face your friend. “I’m sorry, I know it’s getting late, but I didn’t want to be looking around—”

“It’s okay,” he cuts you off. “I don’t work tomorrow either way. I was just watching the news…are you okay?” He doesn’t hold back from asking as the twins plop down on his couch.

“I am,” you assure him after a deep breath.

Nanami studies you to try and read you, but you turn away and walk over to the living room too.

“You can all sleep in my room,” Nanami quickly offers. “It's big enough for all four of you.”

“Nanamin,” you try to argue, but he quickly rebuttals like the gentleman he is.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind the couch. You have three kids, and you’re tired, I am not. I can do the couch.”

You hold his gaze to challenge him, but you’ll go nowhere with him so you just give it up and accept his offer with full-hearted gratitude.

“Thank you,” you whisper with a small smile. “I owe you.”

“Hm.”

You laugh softly and look at the twins now. “Okay, you two, bedtime. It’s late for you both as it is. We can watch TV tomorrow.”

The twins groan, but they don’t argue, letting this progress be a lot easier than you thought it would be. Thankfully.

If only sleep for you could be as easy, but you can’t even keep your eyes closed. You just watch your baby sleeping away without a worry, with her hand on her chest in the same way Suguru sleeps sometimes. You watch her to make sure she’s breathing and see her smile when she seems to have a good dream.

You think of Suguru too. You miss him and it’s only been a few hours.

You miss his smell, his arms, and his lips pressing kisses on you when you’re trying to sleep. Especially after you’ve had sex.

You miss him, but you can’t just drop what you were upset about because of that reason. He needs to know that what he wants isn’t right for his daughter. Everything else doesn’t matter, but she does. The three of them do…

But…what if he doesn’t understand? Will you go back for your daughter's sakes? You won’t be happy with the way he wants things—but do you want them to grow up without both of their parents?

No. He doesn’t want that either, so he’ll understand, he’ll try for you and Satori.

He will…won’t he?

“Damn,” you exhale deeply and sit up.

You need water now…

And surprisingly enough when you go out Nanami is still awake watching some movie.

“Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?” You ask him as you walk to his kitchen.

“Aren’t you?” He counters.

You shrug nonchalantly. “Couldn't.”

“Hm. Yeah, it seems we have that in common.”

Before you grab the cup you say it again. “I’m sorry. You must miss your bed. I’m sorry.”

“Shut up,” he snaps. “I told you it’s fine. And it is, I just can’t sleep. It happens.”

You hum and serve yourself water. Once your cup is halfway, instead of returning to the room, you sit beside him.

“So,” he interjects. “Are you okay? Did he do something?”

You scoff softly and shake your head. “No, no. We had a pretty significant disagreement. I just needed to leave,” you share.

Nanami hums and holds your gaze for a while before he sighs deeply and adds, “if he does something. You tell me.”

You smile softly and pat his hand. “I got it handled if he does. Don’t worry. I’ll just come cry to you after.”

“That’s fine,” he assures you, making your smile widen. “You know my doors are always open for you and the girls.”

You draw in a deep shaky breath and nod in comprehension. “Thank you, Nanamin…” you trail off and your smile falls.

“What?” He inquires as he doesn’t miss your expression.

“What if we never come around to agree? What do I do then?” You voice your concern. “I mean…my home, my life, it’s all there with him. My brother doesn’t talk to me, I left everything behind for Suguru. What if we never agree with each other about this matter?”

Nanami lets out a deep breath and shrugs. “Then you start your life alone with your girls. You have the money and the resources. And if you don’t want that then you kick him out. You’re strong without him. And you didn’t leave for him, you left for yourself. Remember that.”

You sniffle and nod softly, but still argue. “I know, but I guess it’s not really about that is it? He’s all I know.”

“No, now you know your daughters, y/n, you don’t live for him. You live for them and for you. You’re not alone, and if you lose him you still have so much to live for. I mean…today you did a selfish thing for your daughters. And I know you’re married, and I hear your doubts, but you still left for their own good and yours. Don’t you see that? You’re just hurting and overthinking right now that’s all.”

Tears run down your cheeks and even if you still ache at the thought of never getting back with Suguru, Nanami is right. And he does help break that doubting cloud forming over your already pained heart.

“Besides,” he adds. “Besides all that, I’m here.”

You look at him and he gently wraps his hand around yours, making you carefully squeeze him back and smile all wobbly.

“You only have one room,” you point out. “We don’t all fit here.”

Nanami snorts. “You’re the rich one we could move.”

You grin. “By a beach?” You play along.

He nods. “Sure.”

“And we'll have a porch swing?” You continue, making his nose scrunch as he rebuttals.

“We’re getting too ahead of ourselves. I’d be your roommate. Nothing more.”

You never meant it that way, but you still play along and snicker. “Roommate? Until what? You find a girl to go live with? Oh wait, you can’t do that because you don’t talk to any.”

Nanami snatches his hand away, and you chuckle.

“Actually,” he speaks up quietly as he averts his gaze. “A got a number from one of the girls at the restaurant.”

You gasp and lean forward with shock. “What?! Really?!” You ask excitedly.

“Be quiet,” he warns you sharply.

“What? Really?” You whisper and giggle. “That’s so exciting.”

“Damn, do you want to talk to her or what?” He mutters as he sees how excited you’re getting.

“It was the baby wasn’t it?” You probe tauntingly. “Hm?”

Nanami rolls his eyes and hesitates before he nods. “Yeah, it was the baby.”

You gasp and pretend to be wounded. “How could you do that to me? To our baby? It’s a good thing she’s not yours. There I said it.”

Nanami narrows his eyes on you and doesn’t hold back. “You’re so weird.”

You laugh, and he smiles down at his hands.

“Text her tomorrow and say “I just wanted to check if this is the right number or a fluke, is it?” You try to help him out. “And don’t text right away—actually no, don’t wait. I really hated when Suguru would make me wait.”

“No,” Nanami retorts, making you pout. “I’m not taking advice from you. You’ve only been with one man all your life.”

You drop your jaw and touch your chest as if he wounded you. “Untrue—”

“Your middle school boyfriend doesn’t count,” he cuts you off.

You smirk and shake your head. “Nope,” you correct him. “There’s also this other guy before I went to school too. He worked at my family house. He was two years older than me, but he was my boyfriend. Secret boyfriend. No one knew, not even Satoru.”

Nanami shoots you a perplexed gaze so you defend yourself.

“It’s true. He had, uh, brown hair that went down to his shoulders. He had, like, almost hazel eyes. And he was dreamy, but then I left for school so we dumped each other.”

“Still,” he scoffs unconvinced. “I won’t take advice from you.”

You pout and wave him off. “Whatever, whatever,” you dismiss him.

Nanami smiles softly and a moment of silence falls, letting a question sink into his mind he had earlier but never asked for your sake. However, now you’re sitting on a couch, sharing a good and intimate moment without your daughters interrupting, so he needs to ask.

“Why did we leave the restaurant in such a hurry earlier?”

Your smile falls and your shoulders tense at the memory. You almost don’t want to share a thing, but you do because you need to tell someone. “I saw…my father. When I was going to the restroom, I ran into him. He was there, we locked eyes and I just saw…froze. I-I felt scared, but like I still wanted to please him. In the back of my head, I hoped he’d compliment my posture, or-or anything really, but at the same time I was mostly overrun by fear.” You shake your head and scoff. “I felt so powerless, I hated it.”

“It’s normal, he hurt you,” Nanami tries to console you. “That reaction is normal. Did he say anything?”

You shake your head. “He came up to me, but he didn’t say a thing…I’m surprised he even came up to me at all. In his eyes, I’m banished. No one.”

“He probably went up to you looking for your reaction,” Nanami shares.

You huff and nod stiffly. “Yeah,” you whisper and share a breathless laugh. “And I gave him what he wanted. I’m so stupid…and weak.”

“Y/N,” Nanami scolds you.

You sigh. “I’m sorry. I just…I’ve ran scenarios in my head of moments like that happening, and I tell him off, I stand up for myself every time, but when it comes down to it…I can’t even muster the strength to lift my head.”

“You don't need to,” your friend tries to assure you and reaches over to take your hand in his. “You have a life you’re proud of. A life you’re happy about, and

one you’re doing so much in, like being a good mother, a leader, a model, and a strong fearless sorcerer. Let that be enough.”

You wish it could be, but it isn’t. Not when it comes to your parents. But you don’t argue or this will go on for hours. You just smile to assure him and lean your head on his shoulder to find comfort in him.

“Thank you,” you whisper and smoothly change the subject. “You really are my greatest friend. I love you Kento.”

Said man stays quiet for a few minutes before he whispers back, “I love you too.”

You genuinely smile and hug his arm.

“Now try to sleep,” he tells you almost threateningly.

You giggle softly and nod. “I’ll try…” you trail off and close your eyes. He’d prefer you went back to the bed, but he doesn’t move, he lets you snooze off on his shoulder just like you would when you were in school; when you were in the car on your way home after a draining mission.

However, this time he doesn’t wake you up so you can get up, he doesn’t wait for anyone to come wake you up so you can get off him. He leaves you be until you grow uncomfortable and wake up to drag yourself back to bed.

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*THE NEXT MORNING*

Suguru: “I want to talk to you now. I’ll be right there soon.”

He doesn’t even need to ask where you are, he already knows where you went to in your moment of desperation.

Actually, he’d hoped you would come to Nanami’s house and not go to some hotel. So he’s glad you were here.

And you’re glad he’s coming and doesn’t need to ask where you are. You do understand that him coming doesn’t mean there’s a solution, he can still be stuck on his idea, but you did fear he’d just leave you behind and not bother to fight for you and your family.

He wasn’t like that, you know, but you still feared he wouldn’t come.

You even feared that he’d text you and not show up at the last minute…but there he is, standing across the street from Nanami’s apartment building with a bouquet of red hibiscus flowers in his hand, and a tiny smile on his lips; while his long raven black hair flows back because of the light gusts of wind; making him look almost majestic.

Neither of you wait for each other to reach the other, you walk towards each other and meet halfway on the crosswalk.

“You came,” You whisper with relief overflowing from your voice.

Suguru scoffs softly and grabs your shoulders to gently push you back as walks you both away from the crosswalk.

“Of course I did,” he whispers. “You’re my family, my wife, and the mother of my daughter. Of course, I came.”

When you notice you’re by a bench you come to a stop and grab his face, seeing eye bags under his eyes that weren’t there yesterday, while half of his hair isn't tied back, it’s all draped down over his back.

“Suguru you didn’t sleep,” you point out.

Said man lowers his eyes and scoffs. “The house was quiet,” he mumbles. “I woke up at the usual time Satori wakes up to eat, and I couldn’t fall asleep.”

You hum and tilt your head down to meet his gaze. “I couldn't sleep either,” you confess. “And Satori had a hard time. She missed you.”

A soft smile tugs on his lips at the mention.

“I missed you,” you whisper.

Suguru straightens up and puts the flowers on the bench to take your hands and cup them in his grasp, basking your flesh with his warmth.

“I thought about what you said,” he says. “I went over it in my head a hundred times, and you’re right. It’s not fair of me to want our daughter to be kept away because of who I hate. She doesn’t deserve that, neither of them do. You don’t. I…still don’t feel safe having her around all those monkeys,” he says with animosity, “but,” he sighs. “Having her kept behind the four walls of our home won't do her any good.”

With a deep exhale you let out the weight that had sat on your chest since you left and move your hands from his grasp to cradle his hands instead.

“It’s our world too and she deserves to live in it,” he continues. “Once she’s old enough, if I still haven’t given you and her the world you deserve, then she gets to decide what she wants. Until then, who am I to stop her from seeing what this world holds? I can’t hide her. I know that now.”

“Good, good,” you whisper and bring his hands to kiss his knuckles.

Suguru chuckles shyly, and quickly rebuttals by cupping your cheeks and pulling you close.

“I’m sorry,” you cut in as he parts his lips. “There could’ve been a different way to handle things instead of leaving. I’m sorry.”

Suguru shakes his head and argues. “No, no. You did what you thought was right. Forgive me for being arrogant and hardheaded.”

You sigh and nod in agreement. “Let’s…just promise to resolve things before we go to bed, hm? Even if it takes hours let's try and handle things like adults before going to bed angry.”

Suguru hums and nods. “Yeah, I like the sound of that.”

You grin at him and throw your arms around his neck, making him smirk and glance at your lips before he leans in and gently presses his lips on yours to take your lips and begin kissing you as if he’s gone years without tasting you.

Not like you’re any different, you kiss him passionately and with burning desire, making sure to savor every inch of his lips with yours, and taking your time to do it.

However, you do have people waiting on you, so you both pull back even if you ache for more.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your lips. “Will you forgive me?”

“Suguru,” you whisper and smile. “Of course I do. Will you forgive me?”

Your husband grins and nods.

You beam at him and pull him for an embrace, making him wrap his arms around your waist and hold your back.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

“I love you too,” you don’t hesitate to return softly.

You linger in his arms for a while, and when you do eventually pull back he holds onto one hand and pulls you with him as he reaches over to pick up the bouquet.

“This is for you,” he shares and hands you the beautiful flowers.

“Oh,” you coo. “Now how’d you know these were my favorite?”

Suguru shrugs. “My wife told me,” he plays along.

You giggle and press your finger on his chest, making him look down at it and watch as you trace a mindless circle on his toned chest that you feel even through his clothes.

“Now, now,” you speak in a silky voice. “Is this wife of yours—”

“Beautiful?” he cuts you off. “She is.”

You snort and push him back. “I’m going to get the girls and thank Nanami for letting us stay.”

“Okay, I’ll walk with you to help.”

“I should hope so,” you quip and secure your hand around his before you begin walking back towards Nanami’s house.

Once you reach the hall, Suguru stays outside to wait while you walk in and usher the girls to get their things they had already scattered.

Meanwhile, Nanami is worrying. “Are you sure?” He asks.

You nod. “Yeah, we talked it out. We’re okay.”

You buckle Satori in her carrier before you turn to face Nanami and quickly wrap him in an embrace. “Thank you,” you whisper. “Thank you. I know we didn’t stay long, but thank you anyway. I love you, my friend.”

“My door is always open for you and your girls, y/n,” he assures you. “Remember that. So this, it was nothing.”

You pull back and shoot him a grateful smile. “Thank you,” you whisper again. “And text that girl, at least just test the waters, you don’t have to marry her.”

Nanami scoffs, making you smile as you let his hands go. “Text me if she answers. Keep me updated, I want to know everything!”

Nanami doesn’t look convinced, but he still hums in agreement, making you squeal excitedly.

“Okay, okay, I have to go now,” you add and swing your bag over your shoulders before grabbing the carrier. “Let’s hang out again soon to plan something for your birthday. How does that sound?”

Nanami nods. “Yeah,” he mutters. “That sounds good.”

You shoot him a grin and watch the girls run over to the door. “Hey! Say thank you and goodbye,” you remind them.

Both girls run back and hug Nanami.

“Thank you, Nanami,” Mimiko says first sweetly. “I hope to see you again.”

“Yeah,” Nanako says a lot more rushed. “Thanks.”

You sigh in defeat and approach the door to swing it open. “Goodbye Nanamin,” you direct at your friend. “Thank you again.”

Nanami walks over to the door behind the twins but stops behind the door frame before he and Suguru can see each other, only letting his voice travel out.

“Take care, let me know when you get home, yeah?” He says and watches the twins run out to unite with Suguru, while you stop under the door and hand Suguru the carrier before facing Nanami one more time.

“I will,” you assure him and gently pat his cheek. “Thank you,” you say one more time even if it sounds repetitive.

This time he doesn’t turn you down and offers you a faint smile. “Of course,” he says.

You flash him one last smile before you walk away and grab onto Suguru’s hand to walk away with your family.

When Nanami’s door closes Nanako breaks the silence.

“Hey, are we going on our trip now or what?”

Suguru chuckles. “Yeah. Why don’t we do that? Where to?” He asks.

You cut in excitedly before they can. “The beach!”

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lorsdelapluie · 4 months

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A world ready for you

The scene takes place in the world of Jujustsu Kaisen, the timeline might go back and forth. The reader in all my one shots concerning this world is a jujutsu sorcerer. The reader has an inherited technique called Sealed Reality. Once the jujutsu sorcerer touches a person of their choice a 5 minutes countdown starts. Their cursed energy starts to overflow towards that said victim overloading their senses and nervous system. With each minutes that passes by, one of the 5 senses is taken down. Usually starts with the taste, the touch, the smell, the hearing and lastly the sight.

For the jujutsu sorcerer to be able to overload another person's body of cursed energy, they need to have absorbed a certain amount of it for the inherited technique to be efficient.

However this is very taxing, and reader will experience senses loss when they use too much of their own cursed energy.

This is a Geto x reader. I haven't figured out what is the reader's realtionship with mister Satoru don't ask me.

It still is angst cause why the fuck not. HAHA

Today was sunny. A summer day like every other. Yet this one was particularly warm. You were standing in the shade of a tree, your face up towards the sky. Nose pointing towards the foliage of the old oak standing in the backyard of the school. The day was shaping up to be superb. The sun shone in a cloudless sky, the lawns watered at dawn were a deep green and exuded grass and fresh earth. It was only the noise coming from the building behind you that managed to keep you awake. Your eyelids lifted as laughter echoed through the backyard, you slowly turned around to look at the source of this not unwelcomed noise .

You saw six silhouettes walk by the windows, and you naturally deduced that they were the 6 new first years. Always all together. You were enjoying with a certain fondness how they treated each other like family. Now back from your initial relaxation, you decided that it was time to stop your little break. You didn’t have any mission today, neither did you have class but Yaga shouldn’t catch you slacking off.

And as you were stepping away from the shade, a shudder ran down your spine and some hand fell on your shoulder. You quickly looked towards the newcomer before sighing. Mei.

“Mei.. Could you restrain yourself from sneeking up behind me out of nowhere.” you mumbled as you looked at the woman next to you. She seemed to be growing taller every year and also more greedy. She was wearing that similar ponytail she had when you were both in class, a few years back then.

“I can’t help myself but to play with you little birdie.” She chuckled, as her nails were tapping your shoulder. Her finger slowly rose towards her pink lips. “Listen to me before you bark back darling.”

You didn’t have the time to open your mouth before these words escaped her lips. So you fully turned her way, watching a raven settling down on her shoulder as you crossed your arms against your chest.

“What is it, Mei ?”

“They saw him.” Your could feel your heartbeat dropping as these words came out of her lips. Her hands rose towards the bird, sliding her fingers softly against its feathers.

“Where ?”

“Let's be clear before jumping into those details… We are even after this information little bird.” She finally opened her eyes, raising her cold gaze towards you. “Every information that you will request from me will now have to be paid.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dare to assume you learnt kindness while you were sleeping last night.”

She laughed out loud, scaring the bird off her shoulder. “That’s why I like you little bird.” She closes her eyes again in another chuckle making her shoulders shake. “They saw him in Asakusa. He was heading towards the Senso-ji temple.”

You nodded prepared to set off as quickly as possible but before you were too far away for her to hear, you turned around to face her. “Do not tell Satoru about this.”

You couldn’t hear the answer as you ran away from the backyard, grabbing your bag at the entrance of the building, running accross the campus. You never went down the stairs of this school so fast.

Nevermind…

You probably did. Back then when you heard from Shoko that Satoru went to find Suguru. She called you saying that she thought she should let you know about it. You ran so fast, that your feet weren’t able to fully follow the movement and the rhythm you asked of them. And you fell down the last stairs. You hit yourself pretty badly and stayed lying down on the floor.

You didn't move from the ground. Probably the realization that it was no use to run after Satoru. You could never catch up with him. If he was talking to Suguru, and if he wanted to come back… He would bring him back.

That memory was still painful. It was 4 years ago and you could not get used to the feeling of that vile taste coming up in your mouth when you thought of your hopelessness facing the situation. You didn’t want to rely on Gojou Satoru like everyone else did. You did not want your burden to be his.

You continued to run for a long time, seemingly not seeing the people giving you weird stares along the way. You got on the subway to go down Asakusa station.

You never liked the temples. And yet, you came to these kinds of places way too often, to absorb the curse energy of the non-sorcerers around you to the point of feeling sick. You could see monster-like curses clinging to humans for dear life as their hosts were trying to pray away their problems. The temple probably bringing them a strange peace of mind.

As you slowed down your race, you could properly look at the several cursed spirits around the place, a smile slowly appearing on your lips.

Of course, he would come here to search for any interesting curses to swallow away.

After a deep breath, you slowly squeezed your fingers around the strip of your bag. You started to walk again, searching for this silhouette that was still inked in your brain. What would you even tell him when you were in front of him ? How would you react ? Would you cry ? You clenched your jaw as you felt your throat squeeze at the thought. No.

And him ? Would he ignore you ? Would he even recognize you ? You hoped so. It has been only 4 years… It was no long ti-

“Oh!” a small yelp came from below you. And a thud followed. You looked down at the child that was now, ass on the floor.

“Oh my god..! Are you okay ?” You probably bumped her when you were looking around, not thinking about looking where you were going. Suguru was not that small after all. You crouched down. “I’m very sorry, I was not looking where I was going.”

A young girl looked up at you. Her big brown eyes lifted up as your voice ringed in her ears with a concerned tone. A tone foreign to her when coming from complete strangers. You fully checked the girl, checking for any injuries you might have caused. She didn’t seem to be hurt. Not at all.. You sighed in relief.

“Are you lost ? Did you lose your family ?”

She nodded… The bowl cut around her face jumping almost up and down as she looked at you with curiosity. She then looked around.. her eyes following some people walking past you. You noted that her body jerked when people attached to cursed spirits passed by.

Oh… You smiled softly, extending your hand towards the smaller one.

“Let's find them, okay ? I’ll keep you safe.” you nodded, looking at the younger one. And a smaller hand came to rest in yours. You slowly got off the ground as she did.

“Tell me when you see them, okay ?”

The smaller hand squeezed around yours as an answer. And you started to walk around again. She was clinging to a pink plushie although she seemed old enough to not be carrying one around anymore. You assumed that she was around the age of ten.. Or even a little less.

As she looked around for her family, you couldn’t stop your search for your initial goal. He was probably here, somewhere…

So you walked under the sun reflecting off your white clothes, preventing you from being too hot during this summer day. Your gaze slid down towards the child thinking if she was not too warm with this black dress. The answer came soon after as you saw a pearl of sweat sliding down her jaw. She was so focused that she probably didn’t even notice. While holding her hand, you searched for a bottle of water in your bag with the other. You finally grabbed it before stopping and letting go of her hand for her to grab a drink. She didn’t refuse, she politely accepted with a bow. Drinking from your offered bottle.

As she was getting hydrated, you looked at two young women walking past you at a slower pace. What attracted your attention was not by the way they chose to dress, but rather through their discussions. Your gaze rested on the powder white parasol detailed with beautiful lace which kept young women anonymous. They seemed to, unbothered by the crowd around them, be enjoying their day full of laughter and noisy discussion.

How you wished you could be so innocent of the state of the world.

“I’m done..” the little voice brought you back once again. And you took away the bottle before packing it up again. Her hand found yours naturally. And she started to walk once more.

By now, you were sure that an hour had passed. And no sign of her family to be seen. She was bothered. Sometimes you could see her shake her head to fight back her tears. And you… You gave up on the idea to see him a few minutes ago. You could weirdly understand how she probably felt.

But suddenly you both heard a screeching voice.

“Mimiko !” another girl appeared behind one of the gates of the temple. She was blond, a little taller than the one that was holding your hand. She was heaving. Probably had been searching for the smaller girl for a while too now.

“Nanako !” funny, you didn’t expect her to be able to shout this loudly. She let go of your hand so quickly to run towards what you guessed was her friend or sister.

Once they were close enough they jumped in each other's arms. And the taller girl soon started to cry. People around started slowing down in concern for the two children. You quickly stepped in reassuring the curious ones that they were both just relieved to find each other again within the crowd.

“Mimiko..!” a voice shouted behind you.

Suddenly.. The whole world felt like it was slowing down. You would recognize that velvety voice anywhere. And the girls stopped crying behind you. You couldn’t move. People “awed” quietly in front of you.

You clenched your jaw and your fist around your bag, as you slowly turned around. Your eyes landed on Geto Suguru. Mimiko, now that you knew her name, was pointing at you, clinging to the man’s attire.

“They helped me find you guys again..”

“You..” his amber colored eyes fell on you for the first time in several years now. And your nose started to itch, before the back of your eyes. Don’t cry.

You opened your mouth, lips quivering and eyes watery despite doing all your best to stop it from happening. But no sound came out.

The two girls looked at you curiously, wondering why you were not saying anything. But soon their attention fell back on their caretaker once again. An expression painted itself on Geto Suguru’s face that they never saw. His brows knitted as his lips were pinched in a thin line.

“Ah…This is early…” he slowly sighed as he closed his eyes. Breathing in the new information that you were now standing in front of him.

“Suguru..” you muttered as you stepped closer.

“Yes. It’s me.” he smiled looking now at you, as you held back a sob. The girls let go of the man’s robe as he was stepping close to you. His hand finding your elbow.

“Let’s talk. I believe I need to give you an explanation.”

You shakily nodded your head, looking at him without blinking..Fully believing that if you did, he would disappear once again. He turned around talking to the two little girls. But you couldn’t catch what he was saying. Maybe.. Maybe you were in a state of shock. Everything was buzzing around you.. The sound of the crowd was too much. You wanted to focus on the voice of the man you wished to see again for so long.

You were now sitting on a couch inside what you saw was one of the many buildings that belonged to the Star Religious group. Your gaze followed the man that entered the room like the ghost that he represented to you. Tea had been brought to you, about ten minutes ago but you couldn’t bring yourself to gulp down anything.

“Sorry. It is quite the busy season inside the group.” he said with a smile, hands hidden inside his large sleeves. Slowly he joined you on the couch.

“Were you searching for me ?”

“Yes.” you answered as your gaze was detailing every part of his face and newt style. He was so different from what he used to look like back in College. And yet he still looked familiar.

“How did you know I was there ?”

“Mei..” you muttered as an answer.

That made him laugh. “Of course, Mei.” He ran down his hand on his face thinking back of his previous schoolmate probably. “Does he know that you are out to find me ?”

“No…”

“Good.” he nodded with a smile. His hand slid down from his face and came to find your chin between his fingers, raising your face towards him.

“I knew we would meet again eventually.” he slowly lowered down his stare, almost making him look like he closed his eyes. “You were always part of all of this.”

“This ?” you asked as your hand came to take away his own. You couldn’t let him act like he used to after several years of disappearance. “What is this ? The people you killed ?”

“Is this what they told you ?” he asked, holding your stare with his own.

“It’s what everyone told me… It’s what Satoru told me.”

“Heh. And of course, Satoru never lies. Gojou Satoru never needs to lie.” He smiles in a chuckle. “I won’t lie to you either. They are right.”

A silence settled, you put down your hands on your thighs, clenching your fists against your pants. You always wanted to believe the contrary… You never saw Suguru like a murderer. He never wanted to kill anyone, he always wanted to-

“I did it to protect the two little girls you helped today.” he smiled softly at you. As you looked abck at him once more. An expression unusual on his face. Something you never saw. Like a father speaking about his own children. “ They were mistreated for being like you and I… Back then I couldn’t accept it. I killed those who asked me to end the life of two little girls.”

“Why would they-”

“Why ? You don’t understand yet do you ?” his hand that was resting on your chin earlier came now to hold your hand. “ Because we are monsters to them. We scare them.. And yet, we are the ones thanks to whom they can survive. They are ungrateful. They are violent. Dirty minded people.”

With each word, his hand squeezed tighter around yours. His brows furrowed at the thought of the night where he took that decision.

“Back then… In the mountains. I thought of you. I told myself “What if they were here. What if their kind hearted soul was facing this. Would they obey them ? No.””

“But I wouldn’t have killed them, Suguru…”

“I know. So you would have been killed. And I couldn’t accept going on in a world where you could be killed for being kind to these monkeys.”

You looked down at his hand, holding firmly yours. His words settle down in the back of your mind. You closed your eyes for a few seconds…

“I care for you. I always did…” he added. “That’s why I can not drag you into this mess until the world I’m building is ready for you.”

“Suguru ! I don’t need for you to build a world where I can be safe !” your voice was shaking more thank you wished it would. Tears started to roll out of your eyes. “I just need you to come back. They won’t probably forgive you for what you did but we can try persuading all of them. I know we can. If you explained that it was to protect those little girls…”

“No. I need to do this.” a smile appeared on his face as his hand rested against your face as a contented sigh left his lips. “I’m glad to see that you finally learnt to be a bit egoistic.”

“Suguru… I beg you.”

“You don’t have to beg. One day, you and I will be together again.” he slowly clasped your hands in his own, holding your teary gaze. “So don’t cry. Wait for me. Trust me like you always did.”

Your shoulders rose a little in a shake, and sobs started to become harder and harder to control. You let your head sink in-between your shoulders. As Geto Suguru was watching you with a certain fondness. And without you realizing it, the cursed spirit that he summoned created a portal beneath you.

“I’ll see you later, love.”

And you fell in a never ending place. You closed your eyes, urging yourself to stop crying. Feeling weirdly at peace during the moment. You could somehow feel Geto's cursed energy everywhere all around you at once. You never wanted that feeling to disappear. A part of you wanted to be mad, you were forced away once again. But this time he talked to you right ? You opened your eyes once again before reappearing at the end of the stairs that you ran down earlier.

And once again…

You were all alone.

#geto suguru x you #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk geto #gojo satoru #mei mei

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bakugoushotwife · 3 months

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born sinner (part two)

pairing: crime boss!suguru geto x fem!surgeon!reader series content: blood, gore, realistic descriptions of surgery but like as accurate as someone with access to google has, angst, slow-burn, eventual smut, anxiety as a heavy theme, no curses!au, violence, guns, gang mentions and typical violence, religious imagery, etc. wc: 10.7k a/n: i hated how this part turned out but please please please remember this is from the lovely @antizenin's big beautiful brain! part one // finale

“wake up, ebi.” you hear a low rasp in your dreams, making you jolt awake in bed and look around to make sure that you were actually alone. you rake your hands over your face and glance at your old desktop clock, glowing digital numbers telling you that it’s 4:35am. goosebumps prickle over your body—likely from the cool air circulating through the window, not from sultry whisper that roused you in the first place. you groan with annoyance. your body is used to waking up around this time for morning rounds, but now you have nothing to do but toy to go back to sleep or wonder how your yakuza patient was doing. it’s been a week since your backdoor surgery—since you saved him.. somehow, you can’t shake the man from your thoughts. you tell yourself it’s because he gave you a rush you thought you’d never experience after they took your license away, but the way his dark feline eyes flash into your mind tells you it must be something different. he was handsome, that was impossible to dispute, and utterly pointless as well since you wouldn’t be seeing him again. and that shouldn’t provoke you to frown in these early morning hours. you have bigger problems now, and he’s a dangerous man. he made that clear.

you pull out your phone to do your series of checks, firstly checking to see how much money you still have locked away in savings…which is hardly enough to last three months. your house is lavish, an expense you did not spare compared to your reasonable minivan. you enjoyed your large stand-alone frame on several acres close to your busy city. you enjoyed all the expensive art and decor you’ve spent years collecting—the idea of only having three more months of that made your chest tighten with fear. you’ve fought for an education–a lifestyle that ensured you’d never feel less than again, and now you’re going to lose it all. if you get one more email about “deciding you aren’t the best fit for the job” again, you might just find the mysterious yakuza man yourself and ask him to blow your brains out to spare you the trouble and embarrassment. the only jobs that had accepted you were too low in salary, and much more expensive to your pride. you didn’t know what to do anymore. you can’t even get out of bed for hours, paralyzed with anxiety. when was the last time you took your—you sat up quickly to grab the bottle only to find it empty and due for a refill as of three days ago. the realization only makes you laugh humorlessly before you sigh heavily, hating yourself for not being able to manage this any better.

once you finally pull yourself out of your hiding place located far beneath the covers, you drag yourself to shower. the least you can do is try to stick to a normal routine so that you can transition into another job as soon as possible. while in the shower, you can’t help but think about him again. you hope he went to another hospital to have your work checked, but since you now know his occupation, you know better than to think he would seek help. that only worries you more, hoping beyond hope that the hazardous stranger was still holding strong with the dinner-table-grafts you installed keeping his blood vessels from leaking out. you hope that he put ointment on his road rash, you hope that he kept his hand elevated—you just hope he’s alright—and then you wonder why your mind will only let you worry about your own future and that of this random stranger who threatened to murder you. well. have you murdered.

your brain goes on autopilot—guiding you to wash your hair and body without your mind ever deriving from the man. he should not have even been moving around that early—you were going to help him recover! you could have made sure he was alright—and now all you can hope for is that he’s with friends who care for him and will make him rest.

“you should be resting.” satoru pouts, angrily watching his best friend grunt and groan in pain as he moves to dress himself. “you shouldn’t push yourself like this.”

“you should stop mothering. i’m fine. we have business to attend to.” he silences him with the harsh bluntness in his tone, casting a challenging look over his shoulder for good measure. his body burns with pain, beads of sweat brimmed at his hairline and his body shook on occasion, but he had refused pain medicine. he wanted to remember this agony. he wanted it to be unforgettable—every ache that panged through his body when he tried to stretch, the absolute torture that consumed him head to toe when he took too deep a breath—it motivates him. he’ll find toji and sukuna and end them both for not finishing their job. that’s why he attempts to hastily fasten each button on his white dress shirt, but his unsteady fingers keep messing him up.

“let me mother you some more then, geez.” satoru rolls his eyes, unafraid of suguru’s snappy nature. he knows his friend is stressed and in pain—he’s honestly just grateful he’s alive, but he wants him to stay that way. he takes a few long strides to bend at the waist and button his shirt for him. suguru sighs and rolls his eyes, but relents anyway. his abdomen throbs from the struggling, so this was a nice reprieve. satoru thinks about how he’s never seen suguru accept his help so willingly. he may want to kill toji even worse than suguru does. “now say thank you mommy!” he chuckles as he threads the last button.

suguru just gives him the faintest of smiles. gojo was annoying and the biggest pain in his ass because of his joking nature, but he can’t deny that that’s why he keeps him around to begin with. besides, suguru’s pretty sure the only person that truly loves him at this point is satoru.

“you really want to go all the way back out there?” satoru asks, pushing up his signature black sunglasses. he goes ahead and fastens the chest holster on his boss without asking—meh, he’d be shocked to be punished for it. he clicks the safety on suguru’s kimber and tucks it into the leather holster that rested across his sutures. he doesn’t miss the way suguru grimaces and closes his eyes—almost as if he’s willing off the pain. the gun feels heavy on his chest, but he nods, albeit very slowly.

“yes. have choso bring the car.” he says, reaching for his coat. satoru rolls his eyes at his stubbornness and snatches the dark coat from him.

“this better be worth it…whatever it is.” he huffs, helping him shrug it on before he left the room to undoubtedly fetch choso and the new s-class mercedes–more sporty and less bulky than the dearly separated bronco, but just as bulletproof.

suguru sighed in the moment of quiet he had. he thought about you, and if this was a good decision to make considering how kind you’ve been to him. your gentle eyes and delicious home-cooked food, small trembling hands that steadied to save his life and enough nerve to offer to help him even though you knew what he is. you’ve given him a second chance. he can get his revenge and accomplish his mission all because a drunken girl found him in the alley and happened to be a heart surgeon.

he hasn’t traveled anywhere since he’d returned to his home, falling over on the couch as soon as he’d made it past his threshold. he’s not quite sure how he even made it back. he remembers satoru and choso’s concerned anguished yelling, debating whether or not to take him to the hospital. he can hear satoru crying because he didn’t go with him–choso’s stunned disbelief over it all. he mumbled that he would be alright, that an angel had saved him, and then he passed out. the next few days were a blur of coming in and out of consciousness, the pain too much for him to bear while awake. he supposes it’s only natural for satoru to worry so much now.

the door creaks open again, revealing the said worried friend who looks him over once or twice, white brows permanently furrowed into a grimace. “car’s ready. are you?”

after the shower went cold, you crawled out of the water with a heavy sigh and pushed yourself through your hair and skin routine. it was the closest thing to normal that you had and you needed to cling to it. then you get dressed and force yourself downstairs to your kitchen—coaching yourself into making breakfast. just a simple tomato egg and rice, but enough to keep you fulfilled while you checked your emails. nothing. nothing but low-rate/too simple jobs that would have you braindead in weeks. if you couldn’t get satisfaction or the amount of money you need to survive, what was the point?

suddenly, your breakfast didn’t seem very appetizing anymore. you push your plate away and call in your refill at your pharmacy down the street, feeling a little successful once you’ve scheduled your pickup. your brain even rewards you with a brief bout of silence for once—but there’s a knock at the door that rips that away.

you push your heavy cherry oak chair back from the matching table, bare feet pitter-pattering over a similar material hardwood floor. your thoughts race. maybe it’s one of your friends who had abandoned you since you left the hospital coming to apologize. maybe it was that trashy ex of yours finally coming to pick up his stuff—though you’d have to let him know he was short a few articles of clothing. what you do not expect was for you open up the door to reveal the yakuza man—tall, dark, and in all his intimidating glory. his color was better, and the scrapes on his face had started to heal nicely. but he wasn’t alone, two other just as scary men stand on either side of him. they must think you’re a dangerous loose end—he did say he would kill you if he found out you lied—but you never did? you think the worst immediately, sad and pathetic little life flashing before your very eyes.

“oh no, no—please don’t kill me! i swear i didn’t tell anyone–”

“oh hush, we’re not here to kill you.” he rolls his eyes at your pleas before narrowing them at the sight of tears in yours. he wasn’t that heartless, you had saved his life. there was little you could do that would have him resorting to killing you, though keeping that little tidbit of information close to his chest for now was the best option. “i want you to work for me.”

you feel the blood drain from your face. you can’t work for him! he’s a bad man, who works with bad people. you’ll be saving bad people so they can go out and do bad things–

“it’s not all that you think it is. you would be handsomely compensated and well protected by some of my best men. you would simply want for nothing that i couldn’t give you the same day.”

“no, no, i couldn’t. really, i…i’m not cut out for it.” you shake your head, eyeing the three men. the other two stare at you like they’re surprised to see you, but the yakuza man smiles down at you with amusement despite your rejection and the tremendous amount of pain he must still be in. “i–i don’t even know your name.”

“geto suguru, and i think you’re precisely cut out for it, ebi.” he hums, looking around your large living room with what he can see over your shoulder. “i’ve done my research on you. you were a top rated cardiothoracic surgeon. you even studied neurology and general surgery for a year each before you settled on your specialty. and you just got fired for anxiety attacks, so it seems you’re in need of a new position.” he removes his hands from his pockets to bow to you, and his companions exchange a look of confusion before they do the same. “take it as a sign of my gratitude. you can name your price, and i will shield you from any trouble.”

you bite on your lip. his offer is tempting considering the lack of success you’ve been having this week. but it’s highly illegal dirty money. you can’t give him an answer immediately, not with three pairs of eyes staring at you in wait. “i…need time to think about it.”

“excellent.” his dark eyes glimmer as if you’ve said yes, and he nods. “i’ll give you the week. here.” he slides a card in between his fingers, name and number printed neatly on the thick stock. you look between the information and his own seemingly gentle eyes. they weren’t as cold and angry as they had been when he woke up in your home, cornered and afraid. no, now he was in complete control. he had nothing to fear—especially from a girl like you. the warmth in them urges you to reach forward and take the card, to which he nods approvingly. “i hope to hear from you soon, doctor.” he grins, sticking a cigarette between his lips.

“you really shouldn’t smoke like that–not while recovering.” you raise a brow, shaking your disapproving head. satoru starts to shake his head. how many times has he told suguru to cut back on the cigarettes? it never works. but to his shock, suguru pulls the cancer stick from his lips and tucks it back in his coat pocket, smirking at you.

“thank you for the medical advice. next wednesday.” he reminds, tipping his head to you again before letting his men walk in front of him towards the nice car sitting in your driveway. it looked unnatural next to your old honda—but you suppose none of this is very organic. you saved the life of a yakuza boss—not just some henchman like you had assumed—and now he wants you to come and repeat your techniques on his lackeys injured in violence.

you think about the offer on the way to get your medicine later that day, and for nearly every second for the rest of the day after that. it makes you question everything. did you have morals anymore? was money the only thing that mattered to you? living comfortably was more valuable to you than the lives that would undoubtedly be harmed if you choose to call the yakuza man—now known under the luxuriously smooth name of geto suguru—at the end of these seven days. you knew the answer. you are a selfish surgeon, after all.

it takes him a great effort to get through that little doorstep interaction with you without grimacing in pain. it’s an even greater effort to get back in the car—his chest wounds stretch impossibly tight as he tries to buckle himself in, and like any good friend, satoru won’t allow him to suffer.

“you sure about this girl?” he asks him, eyes fixed on the task at hand. suguru finds the question ridiculous. he even screws up his face in slight disgust at his boldness.

“of course i am. she saved my life.” he manages to stop the snarl in his voice before it starts. satoru clicks his belt in and sighs, dramatically falling back into his own seat beside him as choso operates the vehicle since the loss of ijichi in the car accident—another reason that toji and sukuna would be facing retribution at his hands.

“yeah, you kinda said the same thing last time.” he grumbles a little, remembering his warning about their teacher. suguru bit the inside of his cheek to keep from snapping back a response. perhaps the pain had worn down his usual patience, but he was not of sound mind to be second-guessed today.

“she’s harmless. i have a good…feeling about her.” he settles on instead, looking out at the rolling scenery passing by the tinted windows rather than meet satoru’s puzzled stare. suguru knew it was a rather ridiculous thing to say, ever the logician. but how could he explain that he thought you were the voice in his head that called to him to keep fighting? he wonders if that’s possible, to hear a voice he had never before—in his mind. and if it is, and if it is you that voice belongs to, there has to be some reason to that. he’s not a man that believes in coincidences, and that’s plenty logical in this line of work. his trust in one may have lead him to the brink of death, but perhaps it was the chance at rebirth; and your voice was his guide. he knew that would be insane to spout off with, so he dismisses satoru’s eyes burning holes in the back of his head. “i owe her my life. you should be grateful to her. she’ll likely save your life too.”

“if she agrees. if she doesn’t have some unknown ties we don’t know about or some secret training! i’m just sayin’. maybe it’s not the best idea to bring a stranger into the mix right now.”

“shut up,” he finally snaps, turning his head as quick as an owl, looking equally pissed. “i know what i’m doing. i appreciate your opinion, satoru. i do. i was wrong about toji, and i have to live with such regrets. but now you’re paranoid. the girl has chronic anxiety, she needs a job, and i owe her a favor. she is not some secret ninja nor sukuna’s plant. speaking of. get eyes on his latest movements and leave me alone for today.” he steels those void-like eyes of his, making satoru purse his lips out to the side. he nods, just hoping that suguru’s gut led him right this time.

suguru does let satoru’s concern stick with him, though not in the way he expected. it was dangerous to subject you to the inner workings of his territory. it was dangerous to be fixated upon you, but he could not stop checking his phone to see if there had been word from you yet. he knew he was strong enough to protect you from anything unsavory. but perhaps you would reject his offer, and he would not know if you were the angel meant to save him for good.

the card is heavy between your fingers. you twirl it between them, laying on your scratchy wool covered couch, high ceilings ascending to a high peak like you were attending church. you chewed on the fat part of your bottom lip, debating with yourself. the voices in your head weren’t nearly so kind. on one side, you feel pretty concretely about the situation. the only job offers demean you and ensure you have to move. your purpose in this life is to save others, and the time to play god was over. you can let him sort out who goes where when that time comes. you’re called to be a helper; and that was something to be proud of. the unknowns, however. considering what shape you found geto in, you wonder just how safe he can keep you, especially if he’s in need of a long-term surgeon. what would your working conditions be like? how easy will your conscious let you sleep with illegal money in your bank account?

you grab for your phone anyway. what is life without a little risk? you were nothing if you didn’t get to operate. all your dedication and hard work would go to waste if you didn’t take this last opportunity. you can sort out the details later! he’s given you long enough to think about it—if he really wanted, he could easily take you and make you do what he wanted anyway. at least there’s autonomy in this.

your hands still shake when you dial his number though. unfortunately, no matter how iron set in your ways you felt, your brain would still throw out second guesses. he picks up on the third ring and you can hear the satisfaction in his voice.

“ohayo ebi, i’ve been expecting you.” he hums, the baritone of his voice rumbling through your speaker. you wondered why he called you that of all things. he seemed respectful in every other instance, calling you doctor in almost all other conversations.

“you think i’m a little shrimp?” you ask him—momentarily forgetting this was a business conversation. he chuckled once—you can tell it hurt him based on the cough of coverup that comes next.

“in an endearing way, yes.” he replies unabashedly, tilting his chin closer to the receiver. he wanted to know if it made you blush, he wondered just how nervous you were just to talk to him. you seemed controlled enough that day, but his research indicates your anxiety was a lifelong issue, and truly he only wanted to ease it in the ways he can. “but i assume that since i’m hearing from you—”

“i want to know more. what kind of facilities will i have? what kind of schedule–if any?” you interrupt, feeling your face grow hot once you realized just how much you overstepped.

“you’re so bold on the phone, little one. i will pick you up in an hour to tour the facilities since you’re curious. then you can sign some paperwork, and we’ll be partners.” he croons, you can tell he must be quite the businessman just from how easily the words glide from his lips. your heart nervously ticks a beat—but you’re not sure at what. the way he speaks to you, his easy agreement to show you around, or just his relief to hear from you at all.

“i suppose…that will work, yes.” you decide slowly, hesitantly nodding as if he can see. he grins, nodding to choso to get the car warmed up.

“wonderful. see you soon.” and the call disconnects not a second later. your rapidly beating heart slows in the momentary relief you have. you’ve made a decision, however regrettable it may be…you’ll find out later. but until then, you get to be a surgeon again!

your relaxation is short-lived, for your hammering heart reminds you that geto will be here in an hour to pick you up. what exactly did someone wear to become a yakuza doctor? you assume black is always a safe option, but you really weren’t familiar with their fashions. you weren’t happy with any of the outfits you picked, feeling none of them were right for the occasion. what occasion—you weren’t entirely sure, but you wanted to see geto’s fond smile again when he picked you up. you don’t want to think about the broader implications of that right now, entirely too focused on selecting the perfect ensemble.

by some miracle, you’re ready when suguru knocks on your door. you’re dressed professionally, hair laid back and figure outlined in a black pencil skirt. your sensibly baggy sweater doesn’t distract him from thinking about the body underneath. he’s shameless. he admires the way you lean against your door and feign surprise to see him, unable to stop the amused grin from spreading his lips.

“ah, there she is. my new doctor, thank you for the consideration.” he tilts his chin down to show gratitude. you just blink at him, eyeing the slow and calculated way he moves, no doubt from his wounds. your lips tighten into what you think is a smile of greeting, but he recognizes it as hesitance. you’re still quite weary, which was to be expected of anyone suddenly joining a life of crime—and considering your affinity for panic attacks, he’s actually quite impressed that your face doesn’t betray more of your worry. he imagines that you had to learn how to steel your face as a surgeon. how else would you earn trust from patients and your team if you looked as terrified as you felt?

“of course, geto-san. thank you for the generous offer, even if i am still curious.” you step out onto your porch, shutting your door with a sense of finality. no more backing out. whatever doubts you were having would have to wait until you had time to ponder them later. the same black mercedes’ engine purrs softly in wait for you, tinted windows so dark you couldn’t possibly tell if there was anyone else inside of it. he extends his elbow–on his left side, the one that was unmarred in whatever accident that left him so brutally wounded. you look at him in wonder, slightly astonished by his chivalry, but you tuck your hand over his bicep and let him guide you to the car with only the slightest of panging in your chest.

naturally, he opens your door for you too, and as much as your heart wants to flutter, it can only squeeze with the worry that he’s overexerting himself. he circles back to his side and slides in beside you—tan leather sparkling clean as if this was some rental.

“you don’t take direction very well.” you comment, unsure what prompts you to be so forthright with the literal archangel of crime. perhaps it’s the fact he’s been nothing but kind since he’s been in his right mind—if he even is—but whatever motivates you almost always causes instant regret as soon as you speak.

he only chuckles through his nose, no doubt to spare him the pain of actually laughing. “i will have you know, i haven’t enjoyed one cigarette since you last chastised me.” he hums, his voice was a regal sound, yet you still doubted the validity.

“and how do i know that’s true?” you counter, your tone prompts choso to meet eyes with geto in the rearview mirror and you swallow, doubting your attitude yet again.

he only smiles softly, fishing the pack of cigarettes from his inside coat pocket. he extends it to you. “the same pack from last week. isn’t that so?”

you inspect it to find only one cigarette missing, humming in a reluctant agreement. it seems you weren’t the only one trying to impress. you give him a proud nod, maybe feeling your ego swell a little knowing that you have some sway over the yakuza boss’ habits. “it does appear so. you’ve also distracted from the point, which is your wounds are not yet healed. nowhere close, in fact. if you don’t get the rest your body requires, it will betray you.” you nod, knowing fatigue and infection are more dangerous than anything else at this point.

he eyes you, lips slightly pursed. you mother him more than satoru. he goes to respond, but his subconscious recognizes the path the car winds along. instead of responding with the same sauciness he would give satoru, he only smiles, prompting you to look out of the dash. “welcome to the geto estate.”

you stare ahead at the house, mouth dropping briefly. you clench your jaw shut quickly before he notices. your house was lovely and very expensive, large and manorly in all aspects. you had gorgeous vaulted ceilings and a highly decorated study. but it seemed like a cottage compared to this. there were several buildings across the acreage in front of you, for friends and family and his serving staff as well as his regular staff–each building more lavish than the next. his was clearly in the middle, paths of beautiful gardens with flowers you’ve never seen before paired with trees as large as small mountains, all leading to an elaborate dark brick-laid mansion that bustled with life. this was definitely not what you expected a mafia man to live in.

“it’s…gorgeous.” you breathe out in soft admiration. his eyes flit over your features in satisfaction. if you enjoyed the outside, he hopes the inside would really seal the deal, especially the wing he’s dedicated just to you.

“thank you, it’s been a long project of mine.” he shares, of course his latest addition was the miniature hospital off behind his main house in order to surprise you and keep the practice a secret for the time being.

you blink at that revelation. “you designed all of this?”

“with a lot of professional help, of course. they mostly…translated my ideas onto paper. it’s useful to have a unique floorplan with your own designs in this life. no one will know what i know, if you understand what i mean.” he nods, cutting his eyes back over to you before he scans the surroundings. that look sets your stomach to turning.

he means that he has hiding spots and plans within these houses that no one but him and the designers and architects know about. he has safe rooms and corner passageways that would keep you safe in the event of an attack. you note that he is intelligent and thoughtful, things that may be of use later. you really had no idea what would and wouldn’t be useful anyway—but it made you feel better to try to gather information to your surprise, he pulls in one of the garages of his main house.

“the entrance to your hospital is through my home, in order to control who goes in and out. that will keep you the safest.” he explains, seemingly reading the expression on your face. you have to fight the urge to smile. his thoughtfulness strikes again, and it does seem like he intends to keep you as safe as possible. it strangely puts you at ease.

“you aren’t messing around with security.” you nod curtly, eyeing the driver as he comes around to open your door for you. he’s young, slightly younger than the people he’s been carting around. for a fleeting moment, you wonder how he got tangled up in this lifestyle. it takes suguru some time to join you—balancing himself against the car until he catches his breath enough to continue. you could tell it was something that no one would comment on, so you would do the same. his men walk ahead of him to ensure he faces no obstacles in getting you to the “hospital” as he called it.

you do have to walk a short path through his house to get there, though. his ceilings are high and arched like a church, the floors a clean marble, no cracks in the foundation. everything is streamline and modern, only blacks and grays as far as a color scheme goes. it’s so spotless it hardly looks lived in—and you can’t help but gape at the view from the long windows, the pristine furniture, the ornate paneling above the fireplace—it’s all incredible, and he doesn’t mind to walk slower anyhow. in fact, he’s strangely intrigued to crawl along at this snail’s pace with you and let you gaze at his foyer and kitchen and living room. he’s nearly studying your surprise, feeling his stitches pull around his chest wound. or maybe it was his heart? he’s not certain, but he’s relieved that choso is guiding you through the winding hallways if for no other reason than that he can take his time in staring.

the closer you get to your ward, the more…antsy he gets to see your reaction. he hopes it will fit any standards you may have conceived from walking through his house. it was a pretty last minute addition in any event, but he likes to think he has enough connections to assemble a starting point for you to be proud of. when choso throws the door open and reveals the large side building—your mouth actually drops.

it was like an entire floor of the hospital. there was an x-ray and an mri machine and of course a ct scanner, carts and carts of medical equipment strewn outside each little room. you hoped you would never see all of these rooms full, but it was better to have the space on hand anyhow. the antiseptic stings your nose in the most comforting way, your blood rushes with adrenaline. you poke your head around to see blood bank stores and suture kits, breathing tubes, and iv bags all in a separate room—you’re practically racing around to see it all. it had only been two weeks since your departure from the hospital, but it had felt like lifetimes. this felt almost normal, and given his pattern of thoughtfulness, you can’t help but think it was intentional.

“what do you think?” he asks, giving you that same reserved-but-amused grin. his head was cocked down with his eyebrow raised, seemingly eager to hear to your opinions. he has a certain arrogance in his features that you recognize as pride. surgeons have never been known for their humility, so you can appreciate his confidence, and his eagerness to hear your feedback.

“it seems you did your research.” you comment, nodding. he sees the way you fight back a smile—and ultimately lose. it’s state of the art, he knows it is—he ordered it to be constructed this way. and he knows that this is the happiest he’s seen you look since he’s met you, and that that makes him feel a deep sense of refined peace that he doesn’t know if he’s ever felt before. your broad grin definitely evokes foreign feelings.

it’s still surreal, you don’t think that will ever wear off. just a convenient string of events that have lead you to your own privately built and privately run hospital. the architect of bad luck carved your paths to intertwine—can you build that into something positive now? your job and whatever horrific accident that led you two to meet, did it change fate or was it fate? whatever guilt that had been hanging like stones in your gut lifted and you suddenly didn’t feel the ghosts of your own brain telling you that you’ll never be okay again.

“i trust that the facilities meet your requirements?” he asks with a knowing smirk, good shoulder leaned against the cement wall. you notice that he keeps his injured hand tucked over the wounds on his chest, no doubt a method of soothing his own pain while trying to protect against any more of it.

you nod quickly, and he understands that you truly are emotional to be in a place like this. you look at him with more softness and understanding than anyone’s ever gazed at him with before, and he finds himself nearly speechless. “it’s perfect. yes…it’s perfect.” you bite down on your lip, still processing the sheer size of the building. his eyes crinkle with the smile he gives you.

“excellent. then should we discuss your salary? i saw what you were making with tokyo’s hospital. considering the nature and risk…let’s triple that.” he says, and your eyes widen to the size of saucers. you were making a pretty lucrative sum as a highly valued star surgeon, it’s nearly impossible to process how much money you would be making at his proposal. he doesn’t allow you to argue with him about the figure either, “considering you’re not a native, i’m sure you’ve heard stories of the yakuza. i’m sure the stories only got more vicious once you began your stay, but know this: i am not what you’ve been told i am.” he says it casually enough, but you know that he’s sending you a message. “i don’t push drugs or kill innocents. i keep tokyo running, this side of the city depends on me. and now you’ll be working closely with me–privy to all my dealings and workings. so naturally there will be certain rules.”

“rules?” you cock a brow, trying to gauge the difference in his body language. there were none, he’s just as relaxed and amused as he was moments ago witnessing your reaction to his lavish gift that shall keep on giving. he’s relaxed because he doesn’t consider you a threat. you would be a fool to mistake him as joking or unserious, he just doesn’t feel the need to be intimidating when you’re compliant enough. he does loose a chuckle through his nose at your tone, though. your face is so expressive, he can tell your mind wandered as soon as you heard the word.

“yes, rules,” he nods, looking back to the boy that drove you two here. choso brings him a little stack of papers, bowing his head to his boss before retreating to the door he stood guard in front of, “and paperwork. nothing major on either end.” he hums, tilting his head side to side. “i hope you’ll read every word, but to paraphrase the rules outlined. you’re always on call. as you can imagine, i don’t hope to supply you with an endless stream of patients. you’ll make your money irregardless of surgeries performed. when we do need you, you will come. your phone doesn’t leave my hands while you’re here and unfortunately we will need to monitor your activity to an extent when you’re home. i can’t have you involving police or alerting anyone to my plans. though that has the chance to go away with time…i can trust you.” he smiles softly, pausing to remind himself that he is capable of it still, even in the midst of this revenge tour—compassion has not yet left him entirely.

“of course anything you need will be supplied by me and you will have your own security detail outfitted for any time away from my estate. how does that sound?” he extends the contract to you, and despite thinking it was pretty ridiculous for him to create paperwork binding you to this agreement, you take the document from his hands as he offers it. your eyes rake over the words, confirming everything he just said and nothing more outlined in your rules, you nod. this would be a good thing.you would be safe and prosperous and happy here with him. “good. just sign on the next page for me, darling.” he juts his chin out, prompting you to peel back the page.

‘failure to cooperate could lead to punishment such as death.’

that line has your brows sneaking up to your hairline. he would kill you if you didn’t listen? of course. why did you flatter yourself? this is a business arrangement, it’s not as if he feels any obligation towards you in particular. you just so happened to stumble over him that night and needed a job while he needed a doctor to attend to his lackeys when they get hurt fighting for control of tokyo. right.

“i hope you’re not having second thoughts?” he hums, despite it being a statement you can hear the question lurking beneath. satoru did warn that the clause was a bit intense. he couldn’t scare you off now, could he?

you shake your head and clear your throat, fishing a pen out of your purse and scrawling your name over the signature line. he takes the papers back smoothly, smiling that feline grin that leaves you wondering just exactly what you’ve agreed to despite your earlier understanding. the way he looks at you implies more, but you don’t want your brain to start reading between the lines or making mountains out of mole-hills.

“i look forward to working with you, doctor. in fact, when should the stitches be removed?” he asks with that amused twinkle to his dark eyes, subconsciously itching at a particular spot that was irritating him.

“well, considering that you never rested as ordered, they probably still need a day or two.” you reply with a sigh, failing to find the humor in his numerous wounds and just how close he was to dying. “do you know you would have died if you weren’t found within two minutes? if i had hit a red light on my way home—you would be dead instead of walking around trying to kill yourself, it seems.” you put your hands on your hips, more resembling an angry wife than an annoyed doctor. you are very intriguing to him and it’s a feeling he can’t shake, even with you chastising him. your anxiety didn’t keep you from borderline yelling—even after you read a potential death clause to your contract with a yakuza boss. but if he compliments you, you’ll clam up. you are so curious.

“what even happened to you? you never told me.” you fold your arms over your chest and cock your head back at him with an inquisitive look that rivals his own. he thinks about the accident, and his heart aches like the wounds were sliced open again. the betrayal stings more than anything, and he hates that frog in his throat that keeps him from responding. besides, it has nothing to do with you. there’s no need to set you into another lecture by enlightening you to the issue especially before he fully takes care of it. so he just smiles, checking his expensive wrist-watch and humming in surprise.

“let’s get you home, ebi.” he replies, choso immediately opening up the door and guiding you two back to the car.

you thought you would wait for his call, come in and save a life or two and then go back home. that’s not exactly what the young yakuza boss had in mind. he called you there daily, having you remove his stitches and attend to one of his men he thought was catching a cold. some days he wouldn’t tell you much of anything to do—it just seemed like he wanted you around. anytime you pushed the matter though, he would insist that you were on standby just in case an assignment went wrong, all under the guise of not wanting to wait for you to drive. precious seconds, he would say.

you work under him for nearly a month before you perform your first surgery. while you’re slightly annoyed with his constant abuse of your time, you can’t pretend you have anything more important to do. at least this way, you weren’t spending your days alone. he would eat with you, exchanging little stories about some of the men you’d met during your tenure. you’ve learned the most about his best friend; and while satoru doesn’t seem to particularly like you, he seems to be the only other person that gives suguru any push back, and you can learn to appreciate his presence. next was choso—apparently an orphan like two other kids that suguru took in to shelter. you enjoyed learning about his life, all of it humanized him more and more with each passing day. that doesn’t mean the two of you aren’t constantly bickering, though.

you only find out what suguru wants you to know. in all your time together, he still hasn’t revealed what happened to him the night you found each other. it also seems like they do guard some secrets when discussing business in front of you, and that’s to be expected but still irks your nerves regardless. it’s truly an interesting life you’ve stumbled into, but your house is paid for and you don’t find yourself in want or need of anything you can’t immediately have.

suguru, by all accounts, is a perfect gentleman. he’ll stay up with you from time to time with a glass of red wine, the two of you leaning against the railing of his gorgeous balcony with the stars high above you just discussing the day. in reality, you would tell him mostly every thought that crossed your brain and he would hang on your every word like it was the very air in his lungs. you’ve always thought he was a beautiful man, easily the most beautiful in fact. but it was in those moments you were able to openly admire him without concern of being caught. his eyes swallowed up the glitter of the stars, reflecting the universe beyond. they were deep like the abyss of the unexplored ocean, and you thought he was just as known. cascading dark hair framed his angular features, bold jaw and defined cheekbones making you wonder if he even knew that he was this pretty. this night was like that, you momentarily pausing your story to meet his eyes and smile softly–almost forgetting that you were even speaking in the first place.

he always knew what you were doing anyhow. the vulnerability was new, but you were as bright as the moon serving as your spotlight. he enjoyed admiring you back, eyes shamelessly tracing the curve of your nose and the swell of your lips. he’s moments before inviting you to stay the night instead of having choso take you home—but satoru slides the glass door aside and looks at the two of you frantically.

“suguru, it’s nanami. he was doing that…surveillance you ordered. they busted him, he’s in bad shape.” he says breathlessly, and both you and suguru rise from your respective chairs to follow him through the winding hallways of suguru’s home and into your domain of his estate. nanami laid there, waiting for you to get to work. he’s clearly struggling with pain, but similarly to his boss, he’s trying to remain stoic to it all. he grimaces as you start to move automatically. he knows you will help him, but the quiet way you shuffle about doesn’t do anything to steady his nerves.

you drag the portable x-ray behind you, glancing around to survey the many wounds. “i suspect you have some broken ribs. hold still, okay?” you try to soothe in your soft bedside manner voice, gently putting the lead apron over his midsection, though it’s so heavy and his abdomen is so tender he can only hiss in response, eyes clenched shut from the pain.

“try to be gentle would you?” suguru sighs, looking at the sweat beading nanami’s hairline. your eyes snap back to him.

“i am. he’s in a lot of pain, i’m doing my best. sir, do you have any allergies to medication?” you ask, stepping back to take the scan. you push the mobile machine aside to fetch the heavy protective equipment, pushing up his shirt to see his stomach completely bruised. you curse under your breath, dragging the bed to the ct room to confirm what you already know.

“what? what’s wrong with him?” suguru follows behind, satoru nervously trailing along as you shift rooms.

“i think he’s got internal bleeding. medicines, nanami? do you do well with anesthesia?” you ask, cursing again as you realized just how much you’d be testing your abilities. it was overwhelming to be a one woman staff, you were used to the luxury of nurses and anesthesiologists and interns and residents to assist on such procedures. now you have your boss shadowing your every step and seemingly criticizing your every move.

nanami nods drunkenly, clearly wavering on the edge of passing out. “yeah, ‘m fine. no allergies. don’t kill me, doctor.” he groans, his breathing laboring by the second. you cuss again, scrambling to get an iv going for his blood pressure’s sake. you don’t have time for a ct. this has to be a pretty massive bleed. so you pull a med cart up and look at the guests, solemnly nodding.

“i have to cut him open. you may want to leave the room.” you bite your lip, pushing a sedative through the iv. at least you don’t have to worry about anesthesia now, the bloodied blond out cold in a matter of seconds. you turn to the hand sink and scrub your arms thoroughly, noting that the two of them did not move.

“we’ll be staying. take good care of him.” suguru says, a little spooked by the scene despite all of his battle experience. he usually walked away once the damage was done, hell he was the one doing the beating and jumping and breaking. bearing witness to you trying to piece life back together was a little overwhelming for him, but what kind of man and leader would he be if he left? he’s not afraid—it just makes him…guilty, maybe? knowing that there’s been people and will continue to be people that suffer worse than this. there’s people who will die at his direction all while he has a doctor protecting and saving his own.

“i always do, geto-san.” you still called him that in these professional setting despite the fact that he invited you to use his first name days ago. normally, he would appreciate the show of respect, but in this moment it upset him. he wanted you to promise that nanami would be alright, perhaps even offer a word of encouragement. he didn’t stop to consider how overwhelmed you must be. he watches you carve into his friend with a scalpel, watches you cauterize his wounds with nasty squelches of blood drowning out the angry whirl of the machine you used.

“his vitals are low.” suguru grunts, looking at the machine telling you where you were with the bleeding. you can practically feel him breathing down your neck, his little comments were nagging just like your own inner monologue. you can’t fight them both. “are you sure you can handle this, doctor?” he asks with a bite. this was your moment to prove yourself, you will not let him psych you out.

“geto-san, give me some space, please.” you toss a look over your shoulder, causing his blank slate of worry to creep into a small grin. you were bucking against him and he thought you were adorable for it, and if he were in a better mood he wouldn’t have pushed too far.

“oh, my apologies. we just can’t afford another one of you panic attacks on the clock.” he grins, knowing it cut you based on the way the tools slip in your hands a bit, luckily you were already finished with the repair—because your head whips around to show him just how hurt you really are.

you look between his eyes, noticing that hard line between his brow that shows just how worried he really is. you know he’s angry—scared, even, but it’s no excuse to be cruel. your jaw clenches and you point a bloodied glove towards the exit.

“get. out.” you growl, your brow just as set. he knows he messed up, but he smiles as if nothing went wrong in there, slowly strolling out with satoru hot on his heels. you finish cleaning the wounds and stitching him up, monitoring him until he woke up from the procedure. you gave him instructions to rest and clean the sutures, watching him leave in the backseat of geto’s mercedes from the doorway of his home.

you haven’t seen him since the debacle and you truthfully didn’t care to. he wounded you with a low blow. he made you feel like you could trust him, lured you into a trap of false comfort all just to bash you in front of one of his men while you worked to save another. you were beyond angry. there was only so much you could do given your contract, but you didn’t have to stick around the estate since there weren’t any cases. so you return to the hospital ward and clean up the mess, scrubbing down the blood and throwing out all the disposables. it takes fifteen minutes tops. you’re grateful to be alone, too wrapped in your thoughts to consider bantering with anyone, and least of all geto. you hated how bad it made you feel. just a pesky little comment was enough to wreck the foundation of whatever relationship you have with your boss.

you trek back through the house, silently thanking yourself for driving your own vehicle here today. you couldn’t help the small part of you that hoped he would jump from the shadows and try to make this right before you left. you roll your eyes at your own naivety. this is why it was so easy to hurt your own feelings. you sigh and sling the door open, feeling a hand grip your elbow. your eyes widen and you wheel around to face suguru’s white-haired best friend and your biggest doubter yet. but surprisingly, his words are kind.

“thanks, for…saving him. i thought he was a goner. guess you are sorta useful.” he shrugged, budging your elbow with his to show you that he was attempting a joke. when you only blink at him, he sighs and clears his throat. “look, about what suguru said. he’s just an asshole, he likes to get under your skin just because he can. i’m sorry.” he frowned, hoping that it gave you some relief.

you just tighten your lips in a thin line. “thank you, gojo-san. unfortunately an apology only means something coming from the person who hurt you. keep an eye on nanami, goodnight.” you tug your jacket on and set into the cold night, closing the door loudly behind you.

later that night, you find yourself eating alone for the first time in weeks. scientists say it only takes twenty-two days to form a habit, so maybe that’s why you’re so unnerved sitting by yourself, staring down at some meal that didn’t even seem all that appetizing anymore.

“god this is so pathetic.” you sigh to yourself, flailing back in your chair. satoru was right about one thing, suguru definitely got under your skin. you could tell that he was worried, but maybe there was something more at play. why else would he treat you like that when he’s been nothing but kind to you in private? his words taunt you as you sit there, so paralyzed with his criticisms that you had forgotten to take your medicine in all of the mess today. you feel like a failure despite your successful surgery. you clench your eyes shut, feeling your face grow hot with shame. it felt like your anxiety would always dominate your life, you would never be fully in control. just like now, the white-hot tears sliding down your face are completely beyond you, and you can only cry harder in true frustration., shoving your plate away and blindly fumbling towards your bedroom—vision obscured by the lack of lighting and the fat tears taking up the greater parts of your pupils. but you know the paths of your house forward and backward—able to navigate to your bed blindfolded if need be. so when you fling your door open and drop your bag on the desk, you can feel that something isn’t right.

“if i were a bad man, you’d be dead by now.” the dark familiar rumble of his voice making your heart quicken in pace. it’s just because you’re mad at him and he’s snuck into your house! you wheel around to face him as quickly as your feet move you.

“how did you—”

“you left your front door unlocked. you really need to more aware of your surroundings considering you want security to stay outside, little one.” he hums, eyes catching the moon cascading in through the open window. you swear you can see regret flicker as he watches you wipe the tear tracks off your face.

so he just walked right into your house and slipped into your room. okay, that’s normal. though there probably is no such thing anymore. you roll your eyes a little and furrow your brows at his sitting figure.

“why are you here? need to get some more insults off your chest?” you scoff, clicking on a lamp so that you may actually see his face. he frowns at your biting tone, though he can’t deny how adorable you look when you’re angry at him. your arms are folded and hip cocked out to the side, foot tapping as you stare him down for an answer.

“no, actually, i…came to apologize for the one i said.” he seems uncomfortable, sitting in your desk chair with his weight shifting as he tries to find the words to properly apologize for what he said. he wishes he were a better man, one capable of taking back his mistakes as soon as he’s made them, but something always weighs down on his chest to keep him from fixing it. he knew as soon as he said it that it had hurt you. he thinks you’re special, knows it, actually–deep to his core. he’s not even sure why he wanted to be nasty to you instead of vulnerable—maybe because his track record of loyal friends isn’t a very long list and he’s afraid of letting people see that he is in fact afraid. but it was something he deeply regretted–the hurt in your features stayed with him for the rest of the day. he would do anything to make this right.

“yeah, okay. satoru tell you to?” you shift your weight to your other hip and look down your nose at him. your anger is redirected to him instead, and you’re not letting him out of things this easily.

suguru tries to ignore the lame jealousy that creeps up his spine when you refer to gojo that way—by his first name—and he fights the instinct to laugh. “satoru can’t tell me to do anything. i wanted to make this right before the day ended. i am…sorry. i shouldn’t have said that. you did a great job today and all i did was make things harder. i was…afraid of losing another of my men and i took it out on you. you didn’t deserve it, and i betrayed our…bond. i’m sorry.” he takes as deep a breath as his condition will allow, still sore but nearly healed now. he’s leaned forward a bit, his elbows balanced on his knees. he watches you carefully, trying to interpret your rather blank stare.

that sounded genuine, you think, cocking your jaw out in contemplation. “it was real shitty. i opened up to you. feels like you used it against me.” you toe at an invisible line on the floor.

“but you kept it together despite me. you have a much better handle on things than you give yourself credit for.” he points out, hoping it will both encourage you to perk up and forgive him. you’re an employee. he doesn’t need you to like him but he wants you to.

“i only had the one panic attack during work. i usually am in control. it’s the only place i feel understood.” you sigh, sinking back onto the edge of your bed, across from him. he studies you for a moment, nodding.

“what happened that day?” he asks softly, wondering if it was too soon for you to say. you were in the process of forgiving him.

“i hadn’t slept in seventy-two hours. there was an explosion at one of the naval bases and i spent days tending to those in the wreckage. after…that, my patient came in. they say not to make it personal…cases, you know? keep your distance. you aren’t god. you can do everything right sometimes and still walk out with a dead patient. but nakamura…he helped me become a doctor. he was my med school instructor and i owed it to him…to keep him alive. the first time he came in…everything was perfect. textbook. i saved him, he went home to his wife. he thanked me and sent christmas presents every year. his kids shook my hand and thanked me for saving their fathers life. three years later, he’s back. he’s dying faster than i can think of what to do and all i can think of is how his wife brought banana bread for after his surgery and how all his kids and grandkids waited in the lobby to see their loved one. i felt like i was being swallowed whole—like any solution would only lead him right back to the operating table with worse odds. he bled out before i ever touched him. i had a full meltdown—crying, screaming, pulling out my hair. full blown panic attack so bad that i thought i was dying that day too. and i wanted to. i killed him. if i had been normal—useful….he might still be here.”

he notices that you stare at a fixed point on the wall when you say all of that. you’ve undoubtedly recounted the events hundreds of times, hence why you don’t hesitate to tell him about it. he can feel your panic in the way you recount things, and it makes his heart ache even worse. to hear you wish death upon yourself for falling short of the mark—he knows that feeling.

“you are very useful, ebi. you had a bad day.” he nods, hands close enough to reach for yours with the posture he holds.

you laugh humorlessly. “my bad days kill people.”

“my good days kill people. it’s the circle of life. you did what you could. perhaps your brain froze because it was simply out of your hands, and his time to go.” he says with a surprising gentleness combatting the blunt words he uses.

“if i say that about your friends, will you think i’m useful then?” you blink, unable to stop yourself from asking as you look down at the puffy scars marring his skin on that side, large hands tucking yours in between.

“as long as you’ve tried. yes. that’s all any of us can do is try.” he gives you a tight lipped smile, and this time you know it’s regret you see in his eyes.

you nod, letting his warm and calloused hands trap you there, taking in his words. all any of us can do is try. the scars all over his body tell his story of trying, but to accomplish what? he did say he wasn’t the man you thought he was—so who is he? and what happened the day you found him?

“why won’t you tell me? i don’t ask you any questions but that one. what happened to you that day?” you tighten on his hand as if you could hold him to the spot and make him answer with that grip alone. he chuckles, freeing one hand so he could pat your hair.

“i’ll tell you when it’s time. sleep well tonight. i shall see you later this week.” he nods, brow slightly raised as if he’s asking. he knows he’s disappointing you, but what you don’t know—can’t know about you either. and the further you stay from toji and sukuna, it’s not far enough.

you purse your lips, but nod. you can’t really say no, anyway–no matter how irritating he is. you look down at the floor, and his fingers steer your chin back up.

“i’ll make it up to you. i don’t enjoy being secretive with you.” he frowns, pressing a kiss to your hairline. he didn’t know why, he just felt responsible for your sadness and needed you to smile before he left. “i’ll buy your weight in sushi this week to make up for my insensitivity…?” he tries, and his desperation makes you laugh. the bitterness loosens in your chest, you can’t remember the last time you were spoken to so gently, apologized to like it was meant instead of forced.

“that sounds like a deal, suguru. you know where to find me.” you nod, and the relief on his face is evident. he stands to his full form, nodding down at you.

“of course. i’ll be seeing you soon. goodnight, ebi.” he beckoned, tilting his chin down to tell you bye. he smiles as he makes his way to his vehicle, letting go of the dark cloud that was you being upset with him or, frankly, upset at all.

but soon was too soon. his call didn’t come later in the week—it woke you up just four hours after he left your house.

“wake up ebi,” he coughs, and your body is set into a different kind of chill from the tone of his voice and the blaring of car horns and the crunching of glass combining to tell you that something was seriously wrong. “meet me at the infirmary in five minutes.”

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Scars Don't Fade : 11

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Y/n

Warning : Yandere themes, Toxic behaviour

A/N : This part was super delayed but Thank you to everyone who waited and sent the sweetest of messages!!! W.c : 12.6k. I hope you guys like it. RBs are alway appreciated :)

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Gojo stared up at the blue sky with his back pressed against the soft golden sand. He could hear your giggles at a distance and got up, supporting himself on his elbow and he looked at you, playing in the deep blue water with a kid who looked just like him. He could hear the giggles and feel his lips stretch in a smile. You turned towards him and gestured to him to come and join you. He wanted to get up and join you but he couldn’t. He was trying to get up but his body didn’t move. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to muster every bit of strength he could, when he opened his eyes he was in the ambulance again, the monitor beeping and the flat line running across it, he looked down at you and saw that your eyes were lifeless, your hands turning cold,”You could have saved me, but you didn’t…You could have saved me..”. Gojo opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. “Why didn’t you save me? You could have..”. He tried his best to say something but he had no voice. You repeated in his head, “You could have saved me Satoru”..He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to wake up from this nightmare. “Sa..toru”. No no no no it’s a dream. It’s a dream. He felt your hands twitch in his and he got up gasping for air. He looked at you, eyes barely open, “‘toru..”.

Gojo leaned over and cupped your cheeks, “You’re awake! You’re awake!”. He pressed the button above your bed and called for the nurse. “Stay awake please..It’s going to be fine”. The nurses rushed through the door followed by Shoko and Utahime and ushered him outside. He ran to Geto and shook him, “She’s awake!”. Geto got up scrunching his face at his best friend but when his eyes met Gojo’s blown out ones he woke up. “What happened?”. Gojo stood up and started pacing around. “I don’t know. I was asleep and I heard her call my name and I thought it was a dream but then her hand moved and her eyes were open..barely but they were open. She woke up so she is going to be fine right?”.Words slurped out of his mouth and Geto frowned to understand them. Miwa and Mei were up as well, confused. When Miwa saw Gojo pacing around she assumed the worst and tears glossed her eyes. “Mr.Gojo what happened?”. Geto looked at her quivering lips and understood, “Miwa it is fine. She woke up”. He said the last part glancing sideways at Mei. “REALLY?!”. She got up in excitement and looked at Geto. “Yes she did..she did”. Gojo replied with a smile on his face.

You didn’t understand what was happening. It seemed like you had woken up from a long nap and nothing made sense. You could see Shoko talking to another doctor, someone was standing next to your bed and checking your pulse. You tried shaking your head to wake yourself up but you didn’t have strength. You couldn’t feel your left hand at all. There was a white light shining across your face and then right into your eye. Everything was muffled and slowly things started making sense. You could hear words. “It’s low”. “We need to wait”. “It’s normal”. You tried opening your mouth to call for your friend. “Sho..”. Shoko smiled at you and sat next to you. “What..going on”. Everything was taking too much of your energy. “It’s fine. You are fine y/n”. She squeezed your hand and wiped her tears. What was fine..what happened..why am I here..right..party…. accident… ambulance…Everything was starting to come back in bits and pieces. Shoko read your face and understood that you were trying to piece everything together. “Hey, don’t think too much okay? You need to rest..I will see you in the morning”. You nodded at her and took a deep breath. You were starting to feel your body again. You could feel sleep take over you but you didn’t want to sleep. You felt angry and hurt, you didn’t know the cause of it but these feelings were strong.

Shoko walked out and saw four pairs of eyes stare at her. “She’s awake. I have put her to sleep because she is still weak and now is not the best time for her to be awake”. “But she is fine..right?”. Shoko sighed and nodded her head. “Her vitals are normal, I spoke to her and she is responding fine”. Gojo looked up at her expectantly. “What did she say?”. Shoko dragged herself and slumped next to Geto. “She asked me what was going on and I told her everything is fine and I will talk to her in the morning”. Gojo got up and walked towards the door but Shoko stopped him. “Don’t. She needs sleep and I know your whiny ass wouldn’t let her. Let her rest”. Gojo nodded and released his grip from the metal bar. He couldn’t sleep, every cell in his body was fired up. He saw Geto and Shoko asleep and decided to step out to calm himself.

He was leaning on his back against the railing, his head threw back as he took deep breaths and felt the cold air sting his face. Mei walked in front of him with her hands in front of her. “What do you want?”. Gojo grunted as his eyes met hers’. “Just want to talk..normally. I am glad she is fine”. Gojo scoffed at her and turned around, resting his elbows on the railing. She walked and took her place next to him. “I mean it. I am glad she is fine..I guess I see how it was all my fault. I thought I was doing the right thing but I wasn’t..”.Gojo chuckled at her. “I have known you for a long time and I know you are not here because you are glad that y/n is fine, you are here to find out what happens to you”.

“That’s where you’re wrong. Tomorrow morning I will apologise to her, I will admit my mistake but what about you Satoru?”. Gojo turned his head towards her, “What about me? I know I should have believed her and I will apologise to her..I am not delusional to believe that I am not at fault”.

“But you are delusional to believe that she will forgive you”. Mei smiled at him. Anger rose inside Gojo and Mei understood she was playing a scary game. “You see as far as I know y/n I think she will forgive everyone, probably even me. But you? No. I think your betrayal must have hurt her the most. She loved you, even I could see it and she came to the party to convince you that she was right, if you would have believed her then she would have stayed with you and none of this would have happened..or if you would have believed her all those years ago then maybe just maybe her sister would have survived.. but you didn’t..so who is the real villain of her story?”.

Gojo chuckled. “I know that. That’s all I have been thinking about ever since we left the party..”.

“And you still expect her to take you back?”. Gojo nodded. "I'm never going to stop fighting for her, not in this life and not in next, I'd find her each time and beg her to let me stay by her side because that's where I belong"

Geto walked in with a cigarette between his lips and a lighter in his hand. “Oh..I hope I didn’t disturb you”. He said, smirking towards Gojo. Gojo scoffed and walked past him, patting his shoulder. Mei clenched her fist by her side watching Gojo walk away from her. Geto took his place at the railing and let out a puff of smoke. “Don’t mess with him.”. He said, staring at the skyline in front of him.

“I don’t understand why he is doing all this? I thought he hated her. I heard him say it countless times. So why all this now?”. Geto chuckled and took a long drag and watched the smoke disappear with the cold breeze. “He didn’t say it for her, it was a sad attempt to convince himself that he has the will to hate her”.

“Does he?”.

“Look at him and you’ll find your answer”.

Gojo took his place and checked his phone. it was 4:00 AM, he had a text from Mrs.Tanaka about the meeting with the board at 6:00 AM. He had expected this, for them to act out of desperation and try to bring him down. But he too had an ace up his sleeves. He called Ijichi and asked him to bring his car and spare clothes to the hospital. He was going to fix this rotten world for once and for all. It was all for you, he wanted to create this perfect world for you where nothing would hurt you. He didn’t care about the collateral damage when the final price was your happiness.

-x-

Gojo walked in with Ijichi and Miwa behind him. He had changed into a fresh set of clothes but his eyes gave away his exhaustion. He walked into the boardroom with the confidence of a soldier marching onto the battlefield. “Good Morning Everyone. I know it’s early for a lot of you but trust me it’ll be over soon”. He said, taking his seat at the head of the table with a devilish smile plastered to his face. “Mr.Gojo What is the meaning of all this? You are not the chairman-”.

“I know I know. Mrs.Tanaka is the acting chairman and I have been..quite absent from the scene but believe me I am well aware of everything that has been going on around here”. Mr.Watanabe sat down in his chair wiping the sweat beads from his foreheads. “Does anyone have any objections? Or should I begin?’. He asked sarcastically, scanning their scared faces. The room was radio silent with hesitant gazes of members.

“Perfect then! As you all know about Mr.Takahashi and his illegal activities within the company. Thanks to Mrs.Tanaka and a very close associate of mine we were able to get him and protect the face of the Gojo group at the same time. But you see he wasn’t the only one. Out of 50 of you I know how many are involved in insider trading, shell accounts, contractor bribing and whatnots-”.

‘Are you accusing us? We have worked with your father for 25 years and you have the audacity to question our integrity?”. Gojo rested his chin on his palms and smiled at the gentleman. “I wasn’t accusing anyone. To be honest I don’t even know which one of you has stolen from the group, but you are right. How can I accuse all of you for the crimes of some of you? Miwa..”. Miwa handed him three thick files. “Let’s see. This file contains names and details of those who have taken bribes from contractors”. The file hit the desk with a thud. Gojo could hear the nervous shuffle around the room and smiled to himself. “This file has the details of all the shell accounts of..some members”. He said, smirking in the direction of the man who spoke earlier. “Lastly, this file has the details of those who were involved in the insider trading and with Takahashi’s business”.

“What do you intend to do with it?”. Another man spoke from the end of the table. “I have detectives standing outside who will barge in on my one call and take care of this. But because all of you have been such Loyal friends of the group I have decided to give you one chance..In front of you is a file, which has a transfer of share agreement. For the past ten years you have stolen from the group and have used the same money to grab as much share as you could through your shell companies and offshore accounts. This is your chance to prove your loyalty to the group. You can transfer those shares back to group and retain your position as a member of the board or refuse to sign it, in which case I will personally hand over these files to the governor. Choice is yours..”.

“You can’t do that! You might be the chairman but your father holds the majority shares and without his vote and approval you cannot move against us”. Bingo. Gojo nodded his head in agreement, giving false confidence to the man. He could hear some of the members sigh in relief. “You are right..we do need approval of the majority..fine..I give my approval”. People stared at him in confusion, those who did the math understood what he meant and had a look of terror on their faces. “As of yesterday I, Gojo Satoru, personally hold the majority stakes of the group. If you don’t believe me then open the file and see the first document”. Everyone flipped the file open and their jaws dropped to the floor. “Now…if you may, choose your options carefully. Very carefully. I will give you 10 minutes”.

“What do you mean 10 minutes?! This is a matter of life for us!”. Gojo smiled. “You’re right. It is a matter of life and death so choose fast because at the end of 10 minutes I will choose for you. Now go ahead and do as you please, you see someone is waiting for me and I hate to keep my lady waiting”. He smirked at the worried faces. Miwa pressed the slide button and a neon red timer clock appeared on the screen behind Gojo.

Everyone started flipping through the pages frantically, with each agreement the proof of their crime was attached. All their details of every offshore bank account along with photos of their illegal activities and affairs were attached. Gojo wasn’t just going to send them to jail, he was going to send them to hell. He had the power to ruin not just their life but the lives of their entire family. Time was running out, few sat in shock with their heads in their hands, those who understood they were cornered signed the papers and leaned back in their chairs.

Mrs.Tanaka leaned towards Gojo, “What are you doing? Why make enemies Satoru?”.

“I am not making enemies, Mrs.Tanaka. I am training dogs to obey their master..”. MrsTanaka sighed and looked at the frowned faces across the room. She realised Gojo was right. The best way to earn loyalty in this cruel world was by false forgiveness. “How is she doing?”. She asked, looking at Gojo. The mask of sterness slipped off of his face for a second before it was back.

“She’s fine but not awake”. She kept her hand on his’, “It will be fine. She is strong. I know she will push through”. Gojo nodded at her and fixed his gaze on the bewildered members. The timer beeps after 10 minutes, indicating that it was all over. Miwa went around and collected all the files. Gojo went through each of them making sure they were signed. “Thank You everyone. I appreciate that you have found your loyalty once more. You may all leave now, expect those who got the blue files, you stay back”. People looked at the two piles of files in front of Gojo. Those who had gotten the red file gathered their documents and scurried out of the room like rats escaping from a tunnel. 10 people sat around the table including Gojo and Mrs.Tanaka.

“Why have you asked us to stay back?”. Mr.Watanabe spoke, the nerve between his eyebrows popping out against his flushed skin. “Because you did not just steal from the group, you also helped Takahashi”.

“We signed the agreement and now you have reduced us to mere puppets, what more do you want?”.

“Justice. You don’t deserve the easy way out, you mistreated Y/n L/n along with Takahashi, is that right?”. The men gulped looking at each other. “One of you even tried to harass her, who was it?”. Piercing blue eyes glared at them, his lips pressed together as his jaw clenched. When Miwa told him about how one of the men tried to make a pass at you Gojo almost threw this entire plan out of the window in exchange for that man’s life. “Either you tell me and confess or I tell you and make you pay. Decide.”. Gojo loosened his tie and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. He got up and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he walked around the table. The men sat with their palms pressed on the table, unable to look at eachother. “I’ll count to 10. 1…2..3”. Gojo walked around them like a hunter deciding on his prey. “4…5….”. He ran his hand through his arctic white hair making some of them flinch in anticipation. “6…7…8…”. He reached his chair at the head of the table and leaned on it with his elbows pressed on the back of the chair. “9…”.

“I DID!”. One of the men yelled with a shaky breath. Gojo looked at him and smirked.

-x-

Gojo sat on the metal chair opposite to the trembling man, resting his folded arms on the back of the chair. He was back in the same basement where he dealt with the driver. The man muttered a feeble apology but Gojo only laughed at him. “I can’t believe you thought you could get away with it”.

“Mr.Gojo I am sorry..please..I have a family, a wife and children..please let me go”. Gojo checked his watch, it was 8:45 AM. He had called Shoko on his way here, he wanted to be there when you woke up but this business was important. She told him that you’d probably be out cold till noon and they would need to take you for scans to make sure everything was right. “So tell me what did you do..”.

The man hiccuped, “I..Takahashi told me that she was an ambitious girl who was willing to do anything for success and…I..”.

“You what?”.

“I invited her for dinner multiple times but she always refused and it pissed me off, I didn’t mean to do it Mr.Gojo I swear but that day she came to my office to get some files signed and I…”.

“You What?”. Gojo asked sternly, making the man shiver.

“I tried to..I tried to get close to her..but she..she got away..that’s ..that’s when Miwa came..she filed a complaint to HR..but…but I bribed the man and got it removed from the system…”.

Gojo got up and went to the other corner of the room, bringing a baseball bat with him. The man was visibly trembling in front of him. He swung the bat but before it could hit the man’s head he stopped it. A trail of warm liquid pooled at the foot of the chair as the man slowly opened his eyes. “Mr.Gojo please. I am sorry. I am ready to do anything please don’t kill me..please”.

“Oh I won’t kill you..no no no. Stand up and put your hands on the table”. The man stood up on trembling wet legs. Gojo kicked his chair to the other side of the room. "Which one is your dominant hand?".

"Mr Gojo …pl..please …". Gojo grabbed the man by his hair and yanked his head back, "Which hand did you use to touch Y/n?".

"Ll …left hand ..". Gojo swung the bat and brought it to his left arm. A faint crack of bones was heard in between the screaming man. Gojo looked at the bat in his hand and dropped it. He wanted to use his hands, he wanted to feel each wound he was about to give this man.

He walked out of the basement and his guards rushed to his side. Toji was standing with his arms behind his back. “Take care of him, make it look like an accident”.

“Is he dead?”. Toji asked, making his way inside, staring down at the writhing of a man. He was sure he had a broken jaw, probably a broken arm and few broken teeth.

“No, just a few broken bones". Gojo crouched down to look at the man. "Speak a word of this and I'd ruin your family. Got it?". The man managed to give a weak nod. "What did he do?" Toji askedz, the scar on his lips twitching upwards. "He harassed y/n". Toji took a sharp breath through his teeth. "That's unforgivable".

"Absolutely unforgivable".

-x-

Gojo saw Nanami sitting outside your room as he walked through the hallway, reading a newspaper. “What are you doing here”.

“I am here for Y/n”. Gojo sat opposite to him crossing his one leg over the other. “Are you still going to ask her to move with you?”.

“Yes”.

“What if I ask you not to?”. Nanami looked up from his newspaper. The man in front of him didn’t look like Gojo Satoru, heck he didn’t even look like the Gojo he met a day before. “Why shouldn’t I? Are you worried that she would agree?”.

“Yes. I know she would agree”. Nanami could not believe the man in front of him. Was it the same egoistic Gojo Satoru? A flame of sympathy was lit inside his heart upon seeing the desperate and dilapidated condition of Gojo, but he knew your happiness was more important than his sympathies. “She would agree because you are a good man, one who can keep her happy, who can give her a beautiful family and a happy life. But you can never love her like I do”. Gojo smiled sadly at Nanami.

“We both know that you have hurt her and I just want what's best for her”. Gojo nodded in agreement. “You are right I have hurt her, but what you don’t know is how much I love her. I have loved for 8 years, even if at times I tried to convince myself that I didn’t, I knew that I loved her at the end of the day. I hated myself for loving her but you know what?it’s this love that kept me going through every bad day and now that I realise my mistakes it seems it’s too late so I am asking you to let me have this one chance to make up for my mistakes, this one chance to show her how much I love her-”.

“What if she doesn’t share the same feelings?”. Nanami asked, keeping the folded newspaper on the table. Gojo chuckled lightly. “I am ready to be hated by her for the rest of my life but I need her to know how much I love her and it won’t be possible if she moves away”. Nanami pondered over his words. “Mr.Gojo I am not going to change my mind, maybe you can try to change hers’”.

“You might love her but not like you loved your wife. All you have for her is the residue of love you couldn’t give to your wife and Y/n deserves better than that.”. Nanami was silent for a while. He knew Gojo was right, the thought had crossed his mind multiple times but he wasn't going to step away for Gojo. “Let her decide how much my feelings matter”.

“Even if she agrees to move away with you, you and I both are aware of where her heart lies. What's the point of living if neither of you can love each other completely?”. Gojo knew some wars were won with might and some with words. He could not hurt Nanami, he seemed like a nice man who cared about you so he was going to win this one with words.

Before Nanami could reply, Mei interrupted their conversation.Gojo wondered how easy it would have been to get rid of Nanami if it wasn’t for you.

“Nanami..you are back”. She sat next to him. “Good Morning Ms.Mei”. Gojo looked at the two of them, it seems they have developed some kind of friendship. He understood that Nanami did not know about what Mei had done. Maybe this was something he could use…

Shoko came with two cups of coffee and placed one in front of Gojo. “You should eat something”. Gojo humend in response. “When will she wake up?”.

“Utahime is checking on her right now. The effects of medicine are wearing off so she can wake up any minute”.

“She’ll be fine right?”. Shoko smiled and nodded. “Yeah. All the tests are normal..Did you talk to Geto?”.

“Yeah he is on his way here. So..you and Geto?”. Shoko gave him a side eye glare. “What about it?”.

“Nothing. I am happy for you”. Shoko looked at the striking red marks along his white cuffs. “Did you get into a fight?”. She nudged her head towards the marks. Gojo folded them inside and shook his head. “Not really”.

“Then what are those fresh scars along your knuckles?”. Gojo chuckled as he inspected his knuckles. He had cleaned up before coming here but it was hard to hide these things from a doctor. “You and Geto make a perfect match. Nothing escapes your eye”.

“You haven’t answered me”.

“I..punched a wall”. Gojo plastered a fake smile on his face. “Yeah right”. Shoko rolled her eyes and continued to finish her coffee. “How long are you going to keep her here?”. She looked at Mei who was smiling at Nanami.

“Until y/n forgives her”.

-x-

Shoko stood and let the nurse check your vitals. “She is fine. Just sleeping. Seems the exhaustion has finally caught up to her. We will have to change the dressing on her wounds in the evening.”. Shoko nodded and took her place next to you going through your report.

You were awake once more. Your surroundings are lit by soft yellow lighting. You wanted to get up but your body felt numb. You lay there staring up at the ceiling playing the scene at the party in your head again and again. No amount of medicine could erase the pain you felt when Gojo said “I hate you” under his breath. You wondered why were you alive. Life was going to be the same again. You’d move away to another city to heal yourself and months later read the news about Mei and Gojo getting married. Tears ran down your cheeks, your skin burnt under the salty trail of emotions. You cried thinking how inconsequential your life had become, nothing would change if you were gone, Shoko would probably be the only one affected, but it wasn’t like she was alone.

You tried to remember when you first opened your eyes, you saw streaks of white, was it Gojo? Was he here? You remember someone yelling something but everything was blurry and muffled. You wondered why Gojo was here. Did Geto tell him everything? Did he finally realise his mistake? Or was he here out of guilt…Your thoughts drained your energy and you were once again enveloped by sleep.

You opened your eyes and things were clear now. “You’re up”. Shoko said, as she looked at you. “what happened?”. You tried getting up but winced when a sharp wave of pain travelled through your spine. Shoko got up and helped you sit as she adjusted the bed. She poured a glass of water and helped you drink it. “How do you feel?”.

“Sick..tired”.

“Is your head hurting?”.

“Not really. It just feels heavy”. Shoko nodded as she checked everything once again. “Shoko what happened?”.

“Take rest Y/n. We’ll talk about that later”.

“No..I want to know now..I had some weird dreams..Nothing made sense”. Shoko sighed and held your hand. “We can talk about that later. Right now you need to rest”.

“I don’t need rest. I am fine…tired but fine..Please tell me something..”.

“How much can you recall?”.

“I remember being at the party with Geto..I left and I was driving..I remember being in an ambulance and next thing I knew I was here..”. Shoko hummed and kept the closed file on the table. “I don’t know how much am I allowed to tell you but you were in an accident, a van rammed into your car flipping it over. Luckily medics arrived on time and brought you here. You had a lung laceration..a partial lung puncture and you had a head injury, don’t worry about it you are fine now..You also have a fractured wrist”. Shoko and you both looked at your wrist.

“Oh..I don’t remember much then”.

“That’s alright. It happens”.

“Y/n, I need to ask you something..”.

“What is it?”. Shoko took a deep breath and debated whether now is the right time to tell you. She sighed and spoke looking at her fingers. “Did you..did you take a pregnancy test recently?”.

“No, Why..are you asking this?”.

“I am asking because..your report showed that you were 4 weeks pregnant”. Silence filled the room and you opened your mouth to say something but you had no words. “I think you know whose it was”. You bit your lip and frowned at her. “What do you mean..was?”.

“It didn’t survive the crash..the bleeding was too much”.

“You’re telling me that I was pregnant and I lost it..I lost my..in the crash?”. Your voice hitched and tears welled up. “Calm down y/n..”. But you couldn’t calm down. You were hyperventilating and Shoko held you close to her chest to calm your breathing. “It’s alright..it’s over..you’re safe now…”.

“Safe? At what cost? Everything is ruined”. Shoko grabbed your hand, “No. Nothing is ruined. One accident does not ruin your life”. You wept in her arms thinking about everything you have lost. It took a while for Shoko to calm you down, reminding you that you need to focus on recovery now. “What happens now? What should I do?”. You looked teary eyed at Shoko.

“You’ll be here for a while. But trust me everything will be fine”. She gave you a sympathetic smile. “Also Geto needs to talk to you, if you are feeling fine then I’d suggest getting it out of the way, he just needs to take your statement for the case”. You took a deep breath and nodded at Shoko. “Fine..”.

Gojo stood outside with a fresh bouquet, waiting for Shoko to call him inside as she said she would wake you up. He hadn’t slept properly in two days now and was surviving on instant coffee. She smoothed out his shirt and pants and tried to fix his hair. Geto chuckled at his eagerness. “You look like shit”. Gojo rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Do I smell?”. Geto sniffed and shook his head. “Appearance should be the least of your concerns”.

“I know”. He had no idea what he was going to say to you, he just needed to see you. After waiting for over an hour the door finally opened. Before Gojo could move a muscle, Shoko raised her palm at the duo. “Suguru, you can take her statement”.

“I need to talk to her!”. Gojo frowned at her. “I understand but this is official work and it’s better to get it over with so she can focus on getting better”. Gojo pressed his lips and turned away, running his hand through his hair. Geto patted him lightly on his back. “It will be fine..”.

“Hi”. Geto smiled warmly at you. “Hi”. He took out a recording device and his pocket diary and sat next to you. “How are you doing?”.

“I’m fine”. He nodded hesitantly. “I hope you don’t mind me asking you all these questions now..”.

“It’s fine. I understand it needs to be done”.

“Great then. I will also be recording our conversation, is that okay with you?”. You nodded at him and he pressed the button on the recording device. “Fine..Can you please state your name”.

“My name is Y/n L/n”.

“For how long were you employed at Gojo group?”.

“Ummm close to 11 months”.

“When did you find out about Takahashi’s activities at Kobe port?”.

“I saw the anomaly in the numbers about 10 months ago, but I found out about the whole operation about 2 months ago”.

“Can you tell me what you found and how?”. You took a sip from the glass of water next to your table. “Our operations from that particular port were suffering heavy losses, since the production and transport cost was more or less same for every port the profit projected for every port operation was within the same range but Kobe port stood out because of losses it incurred two quarters back. Mr.Gojo was also aware of it and he helped me get the financial statements of that port, on paper it appeared that the terminal was used for more transactions than what was reported to us. That’s when it raised the doubt that maybe someone was using the port for unofficial activities. I checked the transport log of the terminal operated by the group and it seemed around 10-11 additional shipments were being made from the terminal every month”.

“Who was making these shipments?”. You had already explained everything to Geto before the party but it seemed that getting it on record was necessary. “It was being made by an offshore company not affiliated to the group. Mr.Gojo found out that it was owned by a business in Panama and that business was registered under Takahashi’s name”.

“How did Takahashi find out that you and Mr.Gojo were onto him?”.

“I have no idea about it”.

“Do you suspect anyone?”. You looked at Geto and thought about it for a moment. “No. I don’t have any proof against anyone”.

“How were your relations with Takahashi’s Niece, Ms.Mei?”.

“We were just colleagues”. Geto looked up from his pocket diary and raised an eyebrow at you. “Was there any incident at work that could suggest that Ms.Mei disliked you?”. He stared at you, hinting that this was your chance to expose her. Before you could speak you shook your head and Geto immediately paused the recording. “What are you doing y/n? This is your chance to get back at Mei.”.

“I don’t want to”. Geto stared at you in disbelief. “Why? After everything she did to you?”. You played with the edge of your blanket. “I don’t want revenge.”.

“This is not revenge y/n. This is justice.”.

“If I give any statement against her..She will get back at me again. You know how powerful her family is and ..and I am terrified Suguru”. Your voice trembled and hot tears fell down your cheek and you wiped them with the back of your hand. Geto realised how scared you were, he held your free hand assuringly. “No Y/n. She can never hurt you”.

“You don’t know that..”. Geto smiled at you. “I do..I don’t think Satoru would let her anywhere near you. How about this, if you tell the truth then I will tell you everything that has happened? I know you have questions of yourself too and I promise you I will answer them all”. You nodded at him and he pressed the button once again. You took a deep breath and looked at Geto. His smile gave you the confidence you needed. “Yes. I have reasons to believe that she disliked me”.

“Can you tell me why you feel so?”.

“She has insulted me time and again about my education and background and has said that I didn’t belong there”.

“Is there anyone else who has witnessed her said behavior against you?”.

“Yes. Miwa works as Mr.Gojo’s secretary and she..she has witnessed one of Mei’s outbursts on me”.

“Ms.Y/n how do you know Toji Fushiguro?”. You browned at geto and bit your lip. The same seemed familiar..”I’m sorry I don’t recall him”. Geto pulled out his phone and showed you a photo. “Do you remember this man?”. You recognised the photo and the incident with him and his son. “Yes. I remember him now. I met him a few months ago in a shopping mart. His son was trying to climb a rack and I pulled him away just in time before the rack fell”.

“Was that your only interaction with Toji?”. You scratched your neck as you tried to remember any other incident. “Yes..It was the only time we have met”. Geto nodded and leaned back in his chair. “Thank you. Ms.Y/n. This is all for now”. He stopped the recording and both of you took a sigh of relief. “Now tell me. Everything”. Geto looked at you and chuckled. He told you everything that happened when you left the party. Your eyes widened in surprise when he told you that Toji was the one who forged the document that Gojo had. But when he told you that it was because of him that they were able to be there on time, it washed away all the anger you felt moments before.

“So much has happened within a few days, I don’t know what to think”. Your head was spinning with all the information. “Don’t stress yourself Y/n. Everything will be alright..I know it sounds selfish coming from me but, talk to Satoru.”.

“He hates me”.

“No. He is an idiot but he doesn’t hate you..I know he has hurt you but he has gone through a lot in the past few days”.

“What do you mean?”. You looked at Geto who seemed sad talking about his best friend. “Toji told us the truth about what his father did to you and Alice while we were coming to get you”. Geto ran his hand through his hair. “Satoru confronted his father, more like threatened him. You and I both know how close he was to his father and when he found out the truth he..he lost all hope y/n..Shoko told him everything you went through because of him and Mei and he realised what a fool he was. He might look strong to everyone around him but he is not..He knows that..you were pregnant..and.. in the past few days I have only seen him lose people. You, his father..your child”. You stared at your lap as you heard Geto tell you everything. Your heart hurts thinking about him finding out everything and the guilt he must be carrying.

“I feel sorry for him..but it’s too late now. I understand you are worried about him but it’s too late”. Shoko walked through the door with her hands in his coat. “If you are done asking questions then go..”.

“Shoko..I am just worried about Satoru”. Geto said, getting up to turn towards her. “And I am worried about y/n..”. Geto sighed and nodded. “Fine..take care y/n”. He patted your hand and walked out.

“Please don’t fight because of my mess”.

“It’s not your mess..Anyway, how are you feeling? Are you hurting anywhere? Dizziness? Anything?”.

“I am fine Shoko. By the way, Geto told me that you told Gojo everything”.

“I did. I even hit him. He deserved it”. Shoko was stoic in this sense. “Is this..yours?” She said, picking up the silver necklace. You looked at the necklace, you couldn’t believe he had kept it after everything that happened between the two of you..If he hates me then why is it here? Is this his way of telling me that he is letting me go? Even after knowing the truth he hates me... “No. It’s not mine”.

“Isn’t it the same one..”.

“I said it’s not mine,Is Gojo still here?”.

“He is waiting outside,He was the one who was next to you when you woke up last night”. You thought about someone yelling at you to stay awake. “Okay”.

“Do you want to meet him? He asked me to call him in..”. You took an open mouth breath, trying to cover the gulp in your throat. “Tell him he can go home..I don’t want to see him”.

“Y/n, are you sure? I know you are mad at him but-”.

“I don’t want to see him. Not now, not tomorrow, tell him to go home..and give him this necklace as well.”.

“I think you should talk to him once”.

“I have nothing to say to him and his words can’t change anything so what’s the point?”. You said, a sad smiling ghosting your face.

“Alright then, Nanami is here too, would you like to see him?”. A smile crept on your face on hearing Nanami’s name.

-x-

Gojo paced around nervously, He was getting impatient and was ready to barge through the door any minute. He saw Shoko walk towards him and his smile slowly faded when he saw the necklace in her hand. “Why do you have that?”. He pointed at the necklace and she held it in front of her. “She asked me to give this to you. She doesn’t want to see you”. Gojo licked his lips and tried to digest her words. “What do you mean?”.

“She said she doesn’t want to see you and that you should leave. I tried to convince her but she doesn’t want to see you”.Gojo gulped down and closed his eyes. “Shoko please…I know she is mad but I just need to talk to her once..”.

“I’m sorry I won’t allow it..also she wants to see someone else”. Gojo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Before he could inquire about this person Shoko turned towards Nanami. “Nanami..You can see her now”. Nanami smiled at her and got up. He looked at Gojo one last time before stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “Why him Shoko?”.

“He’s a friend..”.

“Then what am I?”. Shoko looked at Gojo with eyes full of sympathy. “I’m sorry, I tried”. Gojo nodded with blank eyes fixed on the door.

Nanami’s shoulder visibly relaxed upon seeing you awake. “Hi”. You smiled at him, inviting him to sit next to you. “How are you feeling y/n?”. He held your hand with tenderness. “I’m fine…how are you?”. Nanami chuckled at your innocent inquiry. “I am fine”.

“How’s Kiro?”.

“He’s fine..I’m so sorry you had to go through this”.

“Don’t..don’t be sorry for me..I am glad you are here right now”.

“I’ll always be here..”.

“Kiro must be wondering what happened”. Nanami smiled looking at your hand. “Yeah, He thinks you are sick”.

“You must have been really bored waiting for me to wake up..”. You raised an eyebrow at him trying to lighten the mood. “Well I had some company with me..Mei is here”. You frowned at her mention. “I had forgotten her name when I saw her again, But she is a nice company. Miwa is also here..and your friends..”. Friends, right…

“Nice..”. Your heart felt heavy to hear Nanami speak kindly of Mei. “I’ll let you rest now..I’ll be right outside to call me whenever you want to, okay?”. You nodded your head. “Take care y/n”. Nanami got up and leaned in to kiss your forehead. No Butterflies.

Nanami walked out and Gojo took it as his cue to go in but Shoko stopped him once more. “Gojo please…I don’t think it is going to change anything”. Gojo snatched the necklace from her hand and walked past her and opened the door. He stepped inside the room and walked towards your bed. You were reading one of the books on Shoko’d kindle that she had left for you. You looked up expecting to see a nurse but your eyes were met with a pair of sad cerulean blue ones. You breath hitched in your throat as you took in his appearance, Pale face, pink circles around his puffy eyes, messy hair, bandaged palm..He looked like he had been in an accident as well.

Gojo looked at you and his hands trembled by his sides. Sun Rays hit one side of your face, your eyes appeared a shade lighter, your hair in a messy bun at the nape of your neck. “Hi”.

“Why are you here?”

“Because..you’re here Y/n”.

“Get out”. Your lips quivered threatening your resolve. Gojo took a step towards you, “How are you?”.

“I’m fine. Now please leave”. Gojo took careful steps towards you. “I am sorry..”.

“Leave”.

“Please..just hear me out..”.

“There is nothing left to talk about ao leave”. Gojo bit his lips, holding himself back from breaking down. “PLease just hear me out”.

“Why should I?”. You looked away towards the window and bit your lips. Gojo took another step towards you. “Please y/n.. I understand I fucked up and this is all my fault-”

“No!!”. You yelled at him. “You don’t understand anything! You..you see all these scars and wounds but you don’t know how it feels..how it feels to have them, how heavy everything feels! How it feels to lose everything again and again and again! You have no idea how it feels to have people doubt you every time, you won’t get it because you always get what you want..you’re the great Gojo Satoru who can never be wrong and no rules apply to you! I know you and Mei think that my life means nothing and you know what? You are right it means nothing and trust me I wish I was dead too but still you don’t get to play with it! How dare you stand here and tell me that you understand? What have you lost Gojo? You might think that all these wounds would heal and everything would be back to normal but it won’t! Do you know how it feels to have wounds that never heal? Do you know how it feels to have scars that remind you of everything you’ve lost? You don’t..You never would ”. You were heaving and your throat hurt from all the yelling. Gojo’s eyes were fixed on the floor.

Gojo soaked in every word and every word pierced his heart, his heart ached thinking that you thought so little of him…"Tell me, if I hadn't been in the accident ..if none of this would have happened would you still be here? in front of me asking me to forgive you? I don't think so...if I have to almost die to...to make you believe me then I don't want you to believe me satoru..what you feel right now is not love, it's guilt. So let me free you of this guilt, I forgive you..I forgive you not because I want you, I forgive you because I don’t want anything to do with you anymore..."

"Please…Don't say that.."

“What do you want me to do?”.

“Just listen to me”.

“Why should I when you never listened to me?”.

“Because I love you..”. You looked at your hand in your lap and chuckled. “I did too, but it never mattered.My love didn’t make you believe me.. It didn’t stop this from happening..”. Gojo sat next to your bed and tried reaching for your hand but you pulled away. “Please leave”.

“I know I fucked up and I am the reason this happened, I should have believed you, every time..I fucked up y/n but please please forgive me, I am ready to do anything..I..please..I know I am the reason we lost our child,Please y/n..”. Gojo said as he put his head in your lap and wept.

“Our child?”You scoffed, looking away from him. “Even if..this hadn’t happened, even if I wouldn’t have lost ..it..in the accident I know that you wouldn’t let me keep it... You..you probably think that I would have tried to gain something out of it. Right? Afterall I am a greedy whore right?”Gojo's heart skipped a beat thinking about all the things he has said to you, all the things that didn’t matter to him and were not even true but were said out of anger and now..now they were coming back to him, like a ghost from the past seeking revenge.

“No no no no”. He whispered under his breath.”I didn’t mean it Y/n..I swear I didn’t..please..I know I am unforgivable and I am shameless enough to still be here..curse me as much as you want, yell at me or hit me I will take it all but please don’t think that..don;t thinks ”.

“I don’t want to hit you or yell at you anymore...I am done so please leave”. Gojo shook his head. “I’m not leaving..not until you hear me out”.

“Fine. I’ll hear you out..”. You stared at him, hurt and desperation painted in hues of pink across his face. It hurt you to see him like this but you had to hold strong. Gojo forgot every word in every dictionary, his mind went blank as he stared deep in your eyes. He know he was going to be selfish to ask you to stay with him but he didn’t care, his morality died the moment that van hit your car, so he was going to be as selfish as he could, he was going to be the devil who was going to fight heavens for you.

“I love you, I really do. I know I have made mistakes..unforgivable mistakes but I beg you y/n, I beg you to forgive me one last time..I know I said I hated you but please believe me, I could never hate you..I was angry at everything. At everyone around me because I didn’t know the truth..I know what my father did to you..I know what Mei put you through, I know about Alice and how you..how you struggled all this time because I was a fool for not believing you. I should have listened to you that day..None of this would have happened if I would have just listened to you and I didn’t and I regret it. I know you have lost so much because of me and I am..I am truly unforgivable but I beg you y/n please..just give me another chance and I promise I will make it better..you can hate me for the rest of your life, you can curse me for the rest of my life but please don’t … don’t leave me..You are the only thing that matters to me y/n…I exist for you, and if you’re gone then..-”.

You nodded at him. “You.. are saying all this now but, I don’t believe you..”.

“I’ll prove it to you..”.

“Do you want me to wait for you to hurt me again?”

“I won’t hurt you ever again, I won’t let anything hurt you ever again y/n”.

“If you know the whole truth then why is Mei here? Tell me..”.

“She..she is here because..I’ll let her go once you forgive her”.

“And what if I don’t? Would you force me to?”. Gojo shook his head. “Never..please trust me y/n”.

“I have given my statement to Geto against her, I don’t know what’s going to happen to her..”. Gojo rubbed circles across your knuckles. “I don’t care what happens to her.” You pulled your hand back, “You said what you had to say and I heard you, now please leave..”.

“No. I am not leaving..I’ll always stay by your side and I will make up for my mistakes for the rest of my life..I’ll make it up to you..”. You scoffed at him. “I don’t want you to make up for anything..I am tired..so so so tired of everything..I truly wish that I shouldn’t have surv-”. Before you could finish that sentence Gojo cupped your cheeks and crashed his lips onto yours. You could taste his salty regret on your lips.He kissed you like he needed your breath to live, Your anger..hatred..regret melted along with the tears rolling down your cheeks. Gojo pulled away slightly and whispered against your lips,”Don’t finish that sentence..ever”. Before you could say anything he pressed his lips onto yours once again, where the previous kiss was filled with want this one felt like a promise You pulled back gasping for breath. He pressed his forehead to yours, rubbing circles on the apple of your cheeks "I love you.".

"I am scared ..". Your breath trembled and Gojo placed a feather kiss on your forehead. “I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen to you ever”. You placed your hand over his and saw the bloodied knuckles. Your heart dropped thinking he did this to himself. Gojo saw the concern on your face and smiled reassuringly. “It’s nothing”. You looked down at your lap. Still scared that he might hurt you again, scared that you might not survive if something like this happens again.

“I can’t trust you”, A bleak declaration that made Gojo come to face his fear. But he wouldn’t be Gojo Satoru if he didn’t have a plan. He pulled the drawer of your bedside table, your eyes following each moment, wondering what he was doing. “This is my promise to you. You have every right to be angry at me and my father. You can take your revenge and ruin me and I would still love you just as much as I love you now”. He kept the folder on your lap and you flipped it open. Tears lined your eyes and your words died down in your throat. He had the agreement to transfer majority shares of Gojo group to you. The agreement was signed by Him and every board member.

“Why?..I don’t..I don’t understand this..”.

“Because it is the right thing to do”. You looked up at his sad sincere eyes. This was something his family had worked for generations and now he was giving it all away, “Is this a joke? Because it’s not funny”.

“It’s not”. Your jaws clenched as anger rose inside you once again,“Are you trying to buy my trust? Do you still think this is what I’m after? Your money? or am I desperate to accept it?”. Gojo’s face turned two shades paler. “No no no..no y/n. I..this is not what you think it is. I am the desperate one..I am the one who needs you. This was the only way I could show you that you are the only thing that matters to me now. All the money and power means nothing if it can’t help me protect you..So keep it and ruin me if you want but don’t ask me to leave you”.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back.“I..I need time to think..This is too much for me..”. Gojo rubbed the back of your head softly, “It’s alright..”. Shoko walked through the door with nurses following her. “Gojo, we need to take her for a scan”. One of the nurses got a wheelchair and placed it next to your bed. Before you could try to get up Gojo lifted you up in his arms, your arm instinctively wrapped around his neck. Shoko smiled softly as Gojo placed you carefully on the chair.

Shoko walked beside you as one nurse pushed your chair and another walked in front with two guards walking behind you. You noticed the entire hallway was empty and guarded. “Am I the only patient here?”. You asked, raising an eyebrow at Shoko. “More like Mr.Gojo Satoru booked the entire hallway and had it guarded for you”. Heat rose to your cheeks and you looked down in your lap. You caught a glimpse of Miwa and Nanami talking in the waiting room and smiled to yourself, you did have friends, people who cared about you. People who would have been sad had you not made it, and for the first time in days you didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Shoko had to check on another patient leaving you and two nurses alone in the elevator. The scans were scary but having Shoko near you helped you calm your nerves. The nurses redressed your wounds and it made you feel a little better, cleaner than before.

The elevator stopped at a floor and a girl and her mother were about to step in when the guard stopped them. You turned your head towards the nurse, “Mr.Gojo had ordered not to let any stranger near you”. You frowned at him. “Let them in. Tell Mr.Gojo I asked so”. The guard hesitated but decided to follow your order and gestured to them to step in.

“Thank You”. The mother smiled and bowed at you. “It’s alright”. The little girl with sunflowers looked at you sitting in a wheelchair and you smiled at her. “You have boo boo”. She said and pointed to her forehead. “Yes I do”. She stared at your bandaged forehead. “I’m sorry..she doesn’t usually do this”. The mother apologised awkwardly. “It’s alright ..what’s your name?”. The little girl looked up at her mother who gave a nod. “My name is Alice..I am here to see my brother. He also has a boo boo”. Your smile shrank a little. Alice. “Nice to meet you Alice. I am y/n”. You extended your free hand, she took your hand and swung it a little.”My brother says he is strong so it doesn’t hurt him. Does it hurt?”. She looked at your forehead once more.

“Oh no. Not at all”. She giggled, “It means you are strong too!”. Corners of your mouth upturned in a wide smile as you giggled with her. “Yes I guess I am”. She took out one flower from the set and held it in front of your face. “This is for you! Flowers help you get better”. You took the flower from her hand and admired it. “Thank You”. The elevator dinged and they got out, before the door closed she turned around and waved at you, you waved back. “Goodbye Alice”. Tears lined your waterline and you wiped it with your hand. “Are you fine Ms.Y/n?”. One of the nurses asked in concern. “I am..”.

The nurse stopped in front of your room as the guard pushed the door open. Before she could guide you inside you heard a familiar voice. “Y/n!”. You turned your head towards the source and saw Mei standing, she looked different. No in Chanel anymore, hair in a messy ponytail with the same exhausted eyes as you have seen on Gojo. “Hey! Get back!”. One of the guards spoke firmly and extended his hand to block her from reaching out to you. She looked at you with pleading eyes. The nurse pushed your chair in and the guard closed the door.

You saw Gojo sleeping with his head resting flat on the bed. He didn’t look comfortable and you were sure he was going to wake up with a backache. He woke up at the sound of comotion. “You’re back”. He walked over and carried you in his arms and softly tucked you in your bed. “Thank you”. He took the flower from your hand and placed it in the vase. “This is a pretty flower..did Shoko give it to you?”.

“No, I met a girl in the elevator”. Gojo looked at his guards, “It’s fine, I told them it was alright”.

“It’s not safe Y/n”. Gojo said dismissing his guards. “Whatever had to happen already did. A little girl can’t harm me”.

“Ms.Y/n I will get your lunch but before then you need to take these medicines”. The nurse placed two pills in a plastic cup and kept it beside your bed. “Hold on..What are those meds?”. Gojo frowned at the cowering nurse. “MrGojo…these..Ms.Shoko asked her to take these before every meal..it’s..it’s in her prescription”. Gojo opened his mouth to say something but you held his arm. “It’s alright. Shoko told me about it..”. His shoulders dropped and he gestured to the nurse to leave.

He picked up the jug and poured water for you. “I saw Mei”. You bit the inside of your cheek. “You should take your medicine now. You must be hungry”. You could see his jaw clench. “I want to talk to her”. Your breath quickened at his stoic face. “Did she talk to you?”. You shook your head as you took the glass from him. “I want to talk to her”.

“You need to take your meds first”. He put the cup in front of your face. You took the pills and swallowed them with water. “I am going to meet her”. Gojo sighed as he put the cup and glass down. “Why? Why do you want to meet her?”.

“Because..I want to know why she is here? She can leave right? So why is she here if she..when she did all this?”.

“She is here because of me”. You sighed and looked away. “If she has to be here till I forgive her then let me talk to her. If you get a chance to be heard then so does she”. You knew you had won this round but wondered if it was really necessary to keep her as a hostage. “Fine then. Once you have your lunch and rest then I will allow her to talk to you”.

“Why does she need your permission? Why have you kept her as a hostage?”.

“Because she lied to me..It was either stay in hospital or behind a lockup”. You frowned up at him. “So..so you’re protecting her? From jail time?”. Gjojo took your hand. “No. I am not protecting her. Trust me she wishes it was jail over this place. She needs to see what she has done, she needs to see the pain she has caused you and suffer what you suffered, which is the only reason she is here”. You sighed and rested your head back against the bed frame and sighed wondering whether you should believe him or not. “Wh..what do you mean suffer?”.

“Nothing, don’t think about her”.

The nurse brought in a tray with a bowl of soup and placed it on a bed table. "Did you take your medicine?". You smiled politely, "I did. Thank you".

You turned towards Gojo, "You should eat something too".

"I'm fine". You played with a spoon in your hand, it wasn't your dominant hand and it felt weird holding a spoon. "I don't want to eat alone". You admitted stirring the soup. Gojo chuckled. "Find. Give me a minute".

He texted someone on his phone and a few minutes later Miwa walked in with a tray of the same soup. "Y/n!". She yelled and both you and Gojo stared at the tray in her hand worried she might drop it. Gojo got up and took it from her as she made her way towards you. "I'm so glad I finally got to see you! I was waiting for my turn and I was so worried! But you look better! I missed you so much!". She rambled on and it made you giggle, Gojo smiled as he finally got to see this awaited smile on your face. "I'm fine now. How are you? How is everything?".

"Everything is alright. All of us were so worried about you.. luckily I had Ms.Shoko, she calms everyone down..". Before Miwa could continue her table Gojo stopped her, "Miwa she needs to have her lunch now you can come again later". Miwa held your shoulder with one hand and pouted. "I'll be right outside, if you get bored please call me". You smiled and nodded at her, "I will".

"Mr.Gojo make sure you finish everything! You haven't eaten in a day". Your head shot towards Gojo who shook his head in defeat. "Yes I will". Miwa smiled and left you two alone. "When was the last time you ate?". You said taking a spoonful of soup. "I.. I'm fine.". You winced at the bland soup and so did Gojo. "I have to eat it because I am a patient, you can have anything you like".

"No..this is fine.. it's not bad". You chucked at him. "It's terrible". He nodded as he gulped down another spoonful.

Gojo put away the plates and glasses and tidied up your surroundings. You were not sure why was he so adamant on staying by your side, a part of your doubted his actions as he wiped the corners of your mouth, a part of you melted when he sighed in exhaustion, a part of you relaxed as he tucked you in and pulled the curtains, a part of you wanted him to stay, a part of you wanted him to leave..but for now you slept. You slept as he rested his head on your bed and held your hand.

-X-

Mei sat with her face in her hand..There was only one thing she could do now. Face the consequences of her action. She picked up her phone and called the only person who could save her now. “Dad..”. She told her father everything that had happened, everything that she had done to you. “Mei..what have you done..”. She wept, clenching her phone in her hand. “I’m so sorry. Please help me..please..”. She could hear her dad sigh on the other end. “Fine. I’m on my way”. She nodded her head. “I’m sorr-”. Before she could finish her sentence her father ended the call. She paced around the hallway nervously. She couldn’t go in the waiting room and seek comfort in Nanami, the one person she looked down upon ended up being her comfort in this hell and she realised she didn’t deserve his kindness. if he found out what she had done he would never forgive her. Even Miwa was wary of her now. No one spoke to her, No one checked up on her, She has been reduced to nothing.

It had been over two hours and she checked her phone for any updates on her father. She wondered what was he upto. Was he arranging a lawyer? If only he knew there was no law here..

Gojo’s phone vibrated on the table next to him, the sound broke his sleep and he immediately grabbed it before it woke you up. It was Miwa, He looked at you, fidgeting in your sleep, He leaned in and kissed your forehead before stepping out. He rubbed his eyes, this was the best sleep he’s had in the last 48 hours. He stepped out and saw Mei standing with her father. “Mr.Takahashi..”.

“Satoru, we need to talk”. He nodded and guided him to another room, “Miwa keep an eye on Y/n..don’t let anyone get near her”. He said the last part glaring at Mei.

“How can I help you?”. He spoke smiling as he sat cross legged on the couch opposite Mr.Takahashi. “I’m here to pick up Mei”.

“I can’t allow that”.

“I’m not asking for your permission Satoru. Our families have been close for years and this is how you’re going to ruin it? What would your father think of this?”. Gojo chuckled at the man. “Let me guess, you tried reaching him but he was away on a business trip? Guess what, he’s not. He knows what Mei and your brother did..”.

“Regardless..it does not give you any right to treat Mei this way”. Gojo nodded at him. “You’re right..I should not have done that, I should have let the police drag her out and lock her up..You must have seen the media camping outside the hospital right? Imagine police dragging your daughter by handcuffs for the whole world to see..Should I let her go?”. Mr.Takahashi’s shoulders dropped at the image painted before him. It pained him to be this helpless. “I don’t know why you’re doing this, Satoru. I understand that girl was your friend but you are being unfair”.

“She wasn’t just a friend..Mei and your brother planned to get her killed. You daughter conspired with your brother, leaked investigation reports to him, planned a murder, leaked personal information of an innocent girl, bought her admission in a prestigious school by taking advantage of someone’s situation. Look me in the eye and tell me I am being unfair”.

“What do you want me to do? Mei is my daughter and all I want is for her to be alright”.

“I understand. If y/n forgives her then you can take her and I will drop all charges against her”. Mr.Takahashi nodded in agreement.

You opened your eyes slowly and groaned, your body felt stiff and heavy. You looked to your side and saw Miwa sitting next to you. You bit your lip trying to hide the small wave of disappointment washing over you. “Ms.Y/n, Let me help you”. Miwa adjusted the bed and helped you sit comfortably. “Mr.Gojo is talking to..someone so he asked me to take care of you”.

“More like guard me?”. You raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled looking at her feet and nodded. “Yes”. The sun had begun to set, casting an orange hue on the room. "Miwa ..can I ask you something?".

"Anything". She smiled enthusiastically. "How is Satoru? I saw some bruises on his knuckles…". Miwa's smile dropped. "Yeah, he isn't doing so well,ever since your accident something broke inside him, he barely slept or ate anything. He was always running around managing things and would come and sit next to your every chance he got ..today was probably the first time he ate in days..I tried to help him but he always declined. Ms Shoko and Me.Geto also tried but nothing helped. I ..had never seen him cry before but in the past two days I forgot how many times he cried..he got those cruises because he punched a wall in anger, Ms.Shoko had to forcefully treat them..". Your heart got heavier with each word.

"I know you have been through a lot Ms.y/n but.. I saw Mr.Gojo go through a lot too. I don't know a lot of things but I believe you both can only heal if you're together..". She looked at your face for any sign of anger but all she saw was someone who was just as broken as her other half.

“Miwa, tell me what happened between Mei and Satoru?”. Miwa averted her eyes to look at the window, You reached for her hand on the bed, “Please tell me. You’re the only one who can tell me the truth”.

“I..I don’t know if I should..”. You pressed her hand gently, “Please..I need to know”.

“Me and Mei came to the hospital directly from the party, Mr.Gojo was very angry. He was angry at everyone..when I saw him, he was covered in blood, he waited the entire night outside the operation room in that condition because he was scared, Once..once he found out that the operation was a success that’s when he took his anger out on Mei and ordered her to stay here, she tried leaving and even called her lawyer but nothing helped. Right now Mr.Gojo is talking to Mei’s dad but I don’t think it is going to help..”.

“Why not?”. Miwa gulped and bit her lip. “Miwa..why won’t it help?”.

“Because Mr.Gojo won’t listen to anyone. He thinks Mei is unforgivable and doesn’t deserve to live, he wants to make her pay for everything she did to everyone..”.

Before you could ask her more there was a knock on the door. Miwa got up and opened it, Gojo walked in with Mei and her father following him. “Y/n this is Mr.Takahashi, Mei’s father”. You bowed at the man.

“How are you doing Ms.Y/n?”. You looked at Gojo and he nodded at you, he was asking you to trust him and you did, this time. “I’m fine..Thank you..”. You looked at Mie, you looked at your teary eyes and quivering lips. “Ms.Y/n I know my daughter has done unforgivable things, but as her father I can’t see her go to jail..I apologise to you as her father and ask you to forgive my daughter”. He bowed down in remorse. You never knew your parents but you wondered if they would do the same for you..”I..I don’t understand. I have already given my statement to Detective Geto. I don’t think there is anything else I can do”. Mei wept silently watching her father bow down in shame, all because of her.

“Then I must beg you to take your statement back..I will make sure she never contacts you ever again”. He straightened up and you saw tears fall down his cheeks. Your heart fell for his sincerity and you wondered where did Mei go wrong. She had a good family, parents who love her so much they are willing to beg for her, then how did she turn out this way.

“Did..were you the one who bought her admission?”. He looked at you in confusion and wondered how you knew about that. Gojo smirked to himself in realisation that Mr.Takahashi was going to realise that you were not just some girl, you were the girl whose life he ruined. “Ms.Y/n, If I may, Why are you asking this?”. Your lips trembled and you bite down on them to control the anger surging through your veins. “Because you took it from me..”.

Mr.Takahashi’s eyes widened in fear, all his hopes of being forgiven were thrown out of the window. He took a deep breath. He was a lawyer by profession and was used to these situations but his wit failed him now. “I apologise for my actions. But I had to do what was best for my daughter as a parent..I wanted her to have a good job and a good life. Please understand that your parents would do the same for you”. You chuckled at him. “I can’t understand because I don’t have parents. All I had was my sister..so no I don’t understand. You took my admission and yet you didn’t know who I was.”.

Tears fell down your cheeks and Miwa handed you a tissue. Gojo rubbed circles on your back, trying to calm you down “It’s alright…”. Miwa handed you water and you gulped down the entire glass. You looked at Mr.Takahashi, “I’m sorry Ms.Y/n”. You sniffled and tried to calm yourself down. “You wanted your daughter to go to the best college even when she was not worthy of it so she could have a good job and make a life for herself right? Fine then..I’ll retract my statement”.

Relief courses through his veins and his shoulders relaxed ,"Thank you..".

“Y/n-”. Gojo tried talking but you raised your hand and stopped him. “Mei will continue to work at Gojo group, but she will work as Miwa’s assistant”. You looked at Gojo and who gave you a confirming nod. “You can never pay me back for what you have done to me, sending her to jail won’t fix anything for me, so I am giving you this choice..She cannot work anywhere else, cannot quit without permission, she can live a free life but on my terms, is that acceptable to you?”.

Gojo smiled to himself, pride rose in his chest as you delivered the worst punishment you could, if it was up to him maybe he would have done something worse but if it was good enough for you then it was good enough for him. Mr.Takahashi looked at Mei. “I’ll do whatever it takes..Ms.Y/n”.

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