#in honor of me not being able to stop thinking about gojo

[irisintheafterglow]

smoke his ass! (pro racer!gojo x you)

cw/tags: a lot of swearing lol, established relationship, banter and dialogue driven

note: didn't think this would get too long, but i liked writing this a lot! hope you enjoy :)

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

"that fucker in the ford is going to get smited if he doesn't stop being the ass-est human to ever exist."

"is it smited or smote? smot?" your pit lead shoots you a smirk, absolutely certain of who the 'fucker in the ford' was that was making your driver so infuriated. "i'm not sure smited is a word," suguru whispers through your mic.

"you're gonna be next, suguru geto. burnt to a crisp that would make hell jealous."

"geez, satoru," you mutter, praying that a convenient line of static or the sound of the wheels revving distorted his threats on any live feeds of his pov. "what's got you so worked up?"

"he needs to take me to dinner first before he rides my ass!" the last three words of his declaration blare in your headphones and you wince, already aware of the hearing loss you must experience from being around deafening engines all the time. the engine temperature spikes as satoru flicks the lever up a gear and makes a narrow pass around the second-place porsche. with the ford and the porsche eating his dust, he was able to regain some momentum with such an unexpected maneuver. he's quick to rein in the flare in his temper, though, and he can already predict your protests to pushing the car at an unnecessary time. "i know, i know. that pass was untimely, but i'm mad as hell right now."

"you're about to be madder," you say with no ounce of remorse and automatically tune out the groan of frustration crackling through the line. "i'm pitting you for new wheels and i wanna check your windscreen. that mcclaren crash during lap four probably threw some bad debris your way." his silence speaks volumes, his irritation obvious. yes, the stop may force satoru to work harder on his way back to the podium, but it was necessary to keep him safe for the remainder of the race. his car swerves unceremoniously into the pit lane and suguru's crew make quick work of replacing the tires. you meet his eyes through the window and find them seething, his gloves holding the wheel in a white-knuckle grip. before you could blink, he was zooming away again, adamant on showing the ford driver what the honored one is truly capable of. "you with me, satoru?"

"loud and clear. can i get a 'who's who' on that ford?"

"magic word?"

"i'm in shambles for you," he replies without missing a beat.

"look, you're climbing back to second and he's in fourth, satoru. he doesn't matter-"

"he plays dirty, so he does matter if he keeps trying to flip me into fucking oblivion," he counters and you sigh, defeated. you double-check the roster and see a name you weren't familiar with, someone who must have flown under the radar from the lower circuits.

"fushiguro. fushiguro toji." you watch the ferrari icon next to satoru's name steadily climb the leaderboard as he returns to his spot in third, with the porsche in front of him and the ford on his tail.

"new?"

"to these races, yeah, but it seems that he's dealt with drivers like you before."

"what do you mean, 'drivers like me?'"

"i mean that we've found a more reckless driver than you." the ford cuts a hard left to come parallel with the driver's side, barely missing one of satoru's back wheel wells. "case in point."

"then i think it's time he learned his place," satoru snarls. within seconds, he throws the car into a higher gear and swings wide on the following right turn, accelerating at the peak of his centripetal force and slamming on the gas at the straightaway. "how's that for reckless driving, asshole?"

"take a breath, hotshot," you chuckle and hear him click his tongue in defiance. you're slightly in awe of his move, but you weren't going to tell him that over comms. "you've still got a few more laps to go and you can easily burn out if you're not careful," you remind him but feel in your bones that he's found his way back into his groove, his own little pocket of racing that was created when it was only you on the line, him on the track, and a podium finish in sight.

"stay on the line?"

"i'm not going anywhere, sweetheart." you can hear him smile at the rare slip of affection, something you're very cautious about when you were both in professional settings. while your relationship with satoru was no secret, you tried to keep public reminders to a minimum to avoid overshadowing his racing career. you knew which story the press would choose first between his love life and his titles. "just get back faster."

"i'm trying, but this mercedes is giving me a rough time." you fight the urge to laugh, having seen this sequence play out numerous times in the past. towards the end of races where something threw him off, he tended to lose morale during the last few laps. however, since you became his lead engineer, you've developed the uncanny skill of saying the three magic words to fire him up again.

"you're in a ferrari, gojo satoru," you say. "smoke his ass." like clockwork, the words register in his mind and he finds a new sense of determination, rocketing past the mercedes and over the checkered line for another first-place finish on his shelf. "there you go, there's my speed demon boyfriend," you murmur in his ear when he tugs off his helmet and gloves and holds you close.

"sorry for getting pissy about the ford," he says quietly so that only you can hear it. "i hope i didn't hurt your ears too badly."

"they're still ringing," you joke, "but i'll be fine as long as you aren't arrested for assault on fushiguro toji." a dangerous glint catches in satoru's bright blue eyes, one that makes the corner of your mouth turn down in a scolding frown.

"i'm not doing anything," he sings innocently while you make your way up the stairs to the winners' stage. "not yet, at least. and, for the record, i'm elated that he didn't make podium." before he leaves, he's quick to give you a peck on the cheek that makes your face heat. "and, i love you a lot. i'm gonna go get our trophy now, so wait here."

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[lilacskyly]

Honored Ones: Yandere Satoru Gojo x Reader

(This might be bad idk :,> not that proud of it)

Throughout Heaven and the Earth, he  is the honored one. 

Then what does that make you?

“Oh goddess~ You aren’t hiding from me, are you?” you heard Satoru Gojo coo as his steps echoed throughout the abandoned building. You covered your mouth, trying your best to cover your shaky breath. “You can’t hide from me forever~ You know we’re bound… right goddess?” You heard him laugh and then a chain rattled. You froze, staring at your wrist to see the spirit bind chain that was shackled to your wrist. “Stop fighting me. You already know I can sense you… right?” he questioned. Tears fell out of your eyes just as Gojo teleported in front of you. “Found you~”

You jumped before he covered your mouth. He put a finger to his lips, “Sssshhh my dear…. Ssshh… I’m here… those special grade curses are gone… there’s no need to cry!” He smiled for you before planting a small kiss on your forehead. If you didn’t know better, he would’ve just been his normal self. But, after you saw him kill those curses and some of his fellow jujutsu sorcerers for ‘getting in the way’, you knew you couldn’t trust his smile.

“S-satoru…”

His smile only grew upon hearing his name come from your lips. God.. those perfect lips of yours. He was practically salivating.

He snapped himself out of his thoughts. “Yes my goddess?”

“W-where are the others?” you asked.

“The others? Oh… you mean the pests. They're gone now. They can't bother us now~” he whispered in your ear. “You cryin’? It's okay my goddess… you're safe now.” 

He took your hand in his and lifted you off the ground. Despite your fear of him, you hugged him and started crying even more. He engulfed you in a hug as well. “Never do that again.” he said, getting scarily serious for once.

“I-I won’t! I swear I won’t!” you cried. He knew better than to take your word for that.

He sighed, “Let’s go home goddess. You’ve had a long day..”

You couldn’t track how long it took you to get to his place. Time always seemed to mush together when you were with him. You couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. Gojo locked the door behind you two when you entered his place. He collapsed on the sofa, pulling on the spirit bind chain to get you to come over. 

“Y’know goddess, I never imagined being this close to you…” he started. “After all, you’re barely a jujutsu sorcerer my dear… it’s a miracle we even met.”

“... y-yeah… I-I’m sorry, I’m really weak..” you said, looking down at his hands. 

He shook his head. “Stop lying to yourself. You may not be as strong as you want… but soon enough you will be.”

“H-how?”

“I’ve been hinting at a surprise haven’t I? I think it’s about time I finally reveal it.” he smiled softly at you.

You tilted your head, confusion spread across your face. “W-what do you mean?”

“You’re almost entirely mine, my precious goddess~ Did you figure out what I’ve been doing yet?” he asked innocently. 

Wait. He didn’t.. He fucking wouldn’t.

He smiled after seeing your expression. “You’ve figured it haven’t you? You’re so smart my goddess! I’ve been putting drops of my blood into your food I’ve prepared for you… and you know how your cursed technique works.. Right?”

Of course you did! You weren’t stupid.. Were you?

“Your cursed technique isn’t very practical… at least for you. You have to quite literally consume a part of a person to gain their strength. But but but! If you ingest too much, your life becomes officially theirs to control. It’s funny really.. You get stronger but you become less and less you the more you do so!”

“G-gojo… w-what..?”

“Look my goddess… I know someone as holy as you could never be mine… so, I’m taking fate into my own hands. We will be together now, forever. No matter what you do, you won’t be able to die as long as I’m alive. You can’t even escape me in death. We’re bound, remember goddess? You’ve sealed your fate the very moment you agreed to this.” He grabbed your wrist, showing the spirit bind you two established. You both had to ingest some of each other's blood to even establish it. You just wanted to be stronger… to be protected by someone…

You should’ve died to those curses in that building earlier.

Before you knew it, Gojo tore at his wrist till it bled heavily. He held it up for you to drink his blood. He chuckled as you looked at him in horror. “H-how… how long have you..”

“Oh, since we made the pact. I’ve had my sight on you for quite a while my dear.” he said nonchalantly. “Now, drink up. Haven’t got all night.”

You shook your head causing him to laugh loudly. “Seriously? You’re still being stubborn? You really don’t get it dear… you’re mine.” His blue eyes pierced your own, seeming to tear into your brain. “Now, drink.”

Your body moved without you as you downed his blood. The taste was repulsive, you hated doing this. Gojo however seemed to be enjoying it as he petted your hair muttering ‘good girl’ every now and again. He pushed you away after some time. “Now now dear, we don’t want to suck me completely dry, do we?” he teased.

“Mhm…” was all you managed to say.

“Y’know… the pact is fully made now, right? Ha! How funny! I can literally control you now!” he laughed lightly. “We can claim this world as ours… and ours alone. After all, we’re gods… together we are the honored one…”

He pulled on the now fully materialized chain around both your wrists and hummed cheerfully. 

“Let’s go have some fun, shall we?” 

[futuristicmiraclenightmare]

About Jjk 236, I could be mistaken but I believe it was actually Nanami who took North.

Hear me out

Nanami says "he was always someone who looked back at the past" choosing South means returning to your old self." But in that moment when Haibara and Yuji both came before his eyes "he found it ironic that he chose to bet on the future"

I think what he meant was when he said "with no hesitation I chose South" that was before Haibara intervened, Haibara essentially stopped Nanami from choosing that route.

So Nanami chose to just leave the rest to Yuji, entrusting the future in the hands of the next generation in the end he had no regrets while dying.

I believe Gojo is the one who chose South in the end because choosing South meant that he would be returning to his old self, it's no coincidence that the moment he finds himself in the limbo he's suddenly a teenager again surrounded by people he cherished(besides Toji)during the 3 years of his youth, that was a time before he was established solely as the strongest sorcerer, that time he was able to form meaningful bonds with people without feeling like they were far too out of reach for him.

(Plus the title of the chapter is quite literally "heading South" )

Regardless of whether or not he will be revived in the future I think the point of the chapter was to mark the death of the strongest sorcerer because the first time Gojo died he came back as the honored one and killed Toji, the second time he was killed by Sukuna and became an ordinary person once again that's what he always wanted in the end. To be able to relate to others, probably one of the reasons why Geto meant so much to him from the glimpses we saw of kid Gojo he was a likely a lonely kid, his clan was said to treat him like a deity so he likely grew up cold and distant because that's all he ever know but when he came to jujutsu high he finally met someone who could stand a chance to be at equal calibar with him, Geto (and Shoko) didn't treated him as someone to be respected or feared they treated him like a normal person, just their friend Satoru.

He also speaks of flowers during his conversation with Geto"you can help a flower to bloom, you can admire it, but you can't expect to say " I want you to understand me" ". I think the flowers are a metaphorical way of representing the students he nurtured along the way, in their presence he doesn't feel loneliness anymore but he accepts that no matter what they were incapable of understanding how he feels, he's not even sad about that anymore he's accepted it as a universal fact, like the grass is green, and the skies are blue, no one can understand him for who he is and that's true.

He wanted someone to share that burden with, which he seeked in Geto once upon a time, then he sought the same feeling from Sukuna.

He was never able to truly escape the solitude that came with his title, hence why he always looks back at his past because that was a time where he had even a tad bit of normalcy to build relationships and relate to other people because at the end of the day all he really wanted was to be like everyone else to even some degree. He likes being the strongest but he doesn't want to be alone he wants someone, an equal to share that sentiment with.

Kashimo asks this to Sukuna in ch 237 "were you born the strongest or did you become the strongest?" I think that question highlights a lot of parallels Sukuna has with Gojo

Gojo was literally born the strongest but his journey is to become a normal human(I mean that metaphorically he is obviously a human but you know what I mean)and Sukuna's journey was that he was born an ordinary person but he rose and clawed his way to becoming the strongest.

In a way Gojo developed love, compassion and overall humanity despite his abilities transcending that of any other sorcerer's.

And Sukuna threw away everything that made him into a human, and became a cursed object.

Ofc I could be mistaken so feel free to correct me.

[kedsandtubesocks]

So im super stressed over my finals but reading you answering my ask made me giddy!!!

OMGS ANOTHER MYTHOLOGY GEEK WUUUTTTT

Im literally giggling rn!!!!!

Oh my gosh!!!thats so awesome seriously!!!!its rare to find people appreciate mythology!!!im so happy to find someone like me!!!!like,im always talking about mythology and my friends are like "holy shit how do you know all those?" And i have so many books about them!!!!

And your ideas are amazing!!!!omgs i cant wait!!!!! whatever you write I WILL READ WUTH MY SOUL!!!!

And about gojo,THIS MAN WONT EVER SHUT UP SPECIALLY IF HE FINDS SOMEONE HE LOVES!!!ITS JUST IMPOSSIBLE TO SHUT UP WHEN HE SPOTS HIS LOVE!!!

There are so many greek myths to explore with gojo!!!tbh,i dont usually read these kind of aus,or royal aus cause they kinda make me sad,but your fic gosh!!!!it didnt make me even slightly sad because i was giggling all the time!!!

Oh my the one part where gojo proposed??? I screenshot that part and sent it to my friend whining about whats the point if someone doesnt propose to me like that!!!

You're at fault for making my standards even higher

Ok ok im rambling but i seriously enjoy our talk about these stuff.

(imagine Calypso! Gojo waiting on that island for his love to come and get him :)))

I'll stop now!!!

(im picturing us in a cafe giggling over our favorite myths and having a cold drink gods its your fault!!!)

I hope you're doing well!!!with love,your number 1 fan

Ah hi sweet anon! I’m glad I could help ease the stress of finals cause oof do I not miss that lol but I bet ur gonna do amazing I’m rooting for you!!

Omg pls I completely understand and I’m glad i get to geek out with you about mythology cause I love it too!!

🥺 AND OH MY GOODNESS!!??? Please you really are too kind thank you thank you!!!!

And dude for real, I am the biggest believe of Love Sick Gojo™️, he’s a Sagittarius and yeah they’re big on being flirty but they love to talk and love fiercely and that is Gojo?? He’s ridiculous and loud but he’s lost so many people so when he finally finds someone, you said it perfectly, HE WONT SHUT UP LMAOO (and I hate/love him for that)

I get that AU’s even mythology ones aren’t everyone’s cup of tea and when I first started writing hades!Gojo I remember being nervous bcs it’s a niche thing too (all my ideas are usually weird / way too specific au’s as you will soon find out lmaooo 🤡) but I’m so happy you were able to get excited and enjoy 💖

OMG NOT U SCREAMING ABOUT THE FIC WITH UR FRIENDS I WANT TO CRY?!?!?! I’ve been in the exact same position with so many of my friends so to think you had that reaction to my little old fic?? I’m really honored 😭

And oooo calypso Gojo would be so interesting!! Look at you go anon I love it!!

I hope this giggling and warm energy keeps you going through finals! I’M ur biggest fan rooting for you and I’m wishing you a safe and wonderful rest of your day!! 🌸✨

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

A Brief Analysis on Gojo's Astrological Chart Plus the Type of Partner He'd Need

A/N: I am basing this off of their sun, moon, rising, etc... The goal is to find a partner that can help them grow and/or compliment their character. we'll see!

Disclaimer: I am not a professional reader. I only do astrology for fun. Nothing grand lol so enjoy my analysis on the honored one.

Gojo's Introduction-

Assuming he was born in Tokyo, this makes him a Sagittarius sun, Pisces Moon, and Capricorn Venus. Let's take a small look into his relationships with people. He has his 3rd house in Gemini (Mental activity, learning, communication) and I think it's really funny because Nanami has his Venus in Gemini so I think the reason why he puts up with him is because he can understand his form of communication (its a Gemini Venus thing).

Now, his 5th house (romance, children, fun) is literally in Leo. He's extravagant, big, and loves to draw attention to his partners and make others feel special. He is kind, protective, and straightforward. Family wise, they desire balance and harmony (hence his possible want to raise megumi *cries*). Overall, he can be pretty dreamy in his emotions (moon in Pisces- 12th house). He's able to sit in his own sadness. He tries to be reserved about his emotions so as to not bother. At his best, he can be gentle and decisive, however at his worst he can be impulsive and stubborn.

What kind of partner they'd need:

Straight off the go, he'd need someone to stabilize his water moon. Potentially an Earth moon (preferably Taurus) here to compliment his Earth Venus. He will best fit with someone who can rationally ground him all while having patience. A partner who is able to travel with him would be ideal since his Mercury is in Sagittarius, he'll want to venture out (he's able to stay home and play chess, but not for too long). Plus, traveling helps him mentally ease so it’s almost like therapy. His love for travel may result in him learning a new language (bonus points if he has an s/o that speaks another language! He'll love to get to know about your language/culture).

Regarding love, his Venus in Capricorn makes him a traditional partner who deep down values loyalty and stability. One thing to note is that they do NOT like to get into a relationship unless they know the other person is interested. So again, a patient partner is what he'd need. Ideally, they need a partner who will reassure them. Someone who can sit through and put up with his walls all while showing some emotional vulnerability.

it sucks to say, but it's like a showdown. "You show me first, then I'll show you" kind of energy. This could be his fear of vulnerability since he doesn't want to be the only one giving more in the picture. So you’d have to be okay with making first moves here and there. (Poor baby just needs reassurance).

Also- I read his Chiron and I'm sobbing. It says, "(unhealing children)... may compensate by creating their own big family, by constantly dealing with the past, or by deciding to never become parents in order to never cause pain to their children."

Speaking of children, I feel he may be very hesitant on kids. While he did raise Megumi, having children of his own nearly scares him. Descendants of Gojo Satoru, the honored one? He'll think it twice since he won't want children being born under such a title that will eventually weigh them down. However, I do see a possibility of hope. If his partner helps him raise Megumi, or in the case that he sees that she's a teacher or works with kids then maybe... maybe there is hope.

One of the biggest reasons why he could have fallen for you was your nurturing personality. You looked out for Megumi when he couldn't. You packed him a lunch before a mission that made his heart warm. Sure, he could have stopped at a station to buy food, but it doesn't beat the thought that you were considerate enough to think about him.

I see his partner being one of two. 1). They are nurturing, patient, loving, but independent. They bring a sense of home and security to Gojo. It’s like- while he brings the physical safety, chaotic energy, and monetary support, you put the nurture in love; creating this safe space where he can settle down and be Satoru Gojo (not Gojo Satoru).

This partner would have to also keep up with his witty comebacks. He’s like this water current- you have to keep up with him or else he’ll feel like you’re not interested in him. So if you’re active in conversation (big love language for Geminis), he’s yours.

Partner 2). would have to challenge his beliefs, his witt, but at the same time share some common ground. Maybe they’re a bit ‘stuck up’ like Nanami (you know what I mean) but they’re very good at observing others. This partner has to be able to call out Gojo when needed, leveling him.

Additionally, I seem him 1,000% with a partner that also had to grow up too fast. Someone who can share his loss of childhood. A real relationship where these two are healing their inner child(ren) is ideal. Preferably when Gojo is the one pushing that partner to relax and simply enjoy life.

a/n: I have more things to add, but I'll leave this out here for people to freeky add what they think and what their interpretations are.

Let me know what character you'd like to hear from next!

[senseiofbullshit]

Dying Ember

Summary: When you go into labor, what should be the happiest moment of your life with Gojo quickly transforms into one of terror.

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: Major character death, pregnancy, child birth, non-descriptive death

A/n: This isn't a work that I'm extremely proud of, but the people of AO3 seemed to like it.

WC: 1.7k

Read it here on my AO3: Dying Ember 

Gojo didn't expect it to be like this. He would've been able to accept it if he failed to save you, if you were attacked by a curse, but he failed to save you. That would've been easier for him to digest. He's the strongest. He'll always be a target. There will always be people that want to hurt him. Hurting you would be the easiest way to hurt him. He doesn't lose any sleep over the small possibility, but he does think about it. He wishes he could chalk it up to not being fast enough or strong enough. It would make this pain easier to swallow down and hold in his chest.

He was helpless. All he could do was watch as your life slipped between his fingers like sand. He wished it was just a nightmare. He wished he could go to sleep and wake up with you snuggled at his side.

“She's beautiful,” you said as you looked down at your daughter who was swaddled in your arms.

“She looks like a little old lady,” Gojo told you as he examined your new guest of honor.

You leaned back in your hospital bed, exhausted from labor and delivery. It relieved you to know that you could finally relax. You were just buzzing with so much joy that you couldn't seem to keep your eyes closed. Nine months of waiting culminated for this very moment. Both of you were bouncing off the walls. This was the happiest day of your lives. Both of you couldn't stop staring at the little girl tightly bundled in your arms.

“You did really well. Get some sleep,” Gojo told you as he scooped the sleeping baby from your arms and kissed you on the forehead.

“But—”

“Sleep. There's nothing to worry about. After all, I'm the strongest.”

Your soft smile made his heart skip a beat. He couldn't stop smiling. There was no doubt that Satoru Gojo was the strongest man to walk the Earth, but god, was he weak for you. You'd come into his life like a storm, disrupting everything in your path. People liked Gojo, but you loved Gojo. It was so difficult for him to put how you made him feel into words.

When you finally woke up with your throat dry and scratchy and your body feeling like lead, you thought nothing of it. You were exhausted. Your body had just been put through major trauma only hours ago. Gojo was still holding your sleeping daughter in his arms, still staring at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

“She kinda looks like you,” he said in a voice that felt eons away.

“What?” You needed clarification.

He flashed you a smile so bright and so wide, you feared you may go blind.

“These are your eyes and your hair. Your nose,” he said as he traced a finger against the little girl's features.

“I thought you said she looks like a little old lady,” you said with a tease in your voice.

He hummed happily.

“I think she's growing on me. Happy birthday little Satura.”

“No!”

He should've noticed earlier how fatigued you were becoming.

“Are you alright, cupcake?”

“I'm okay. I'm just so tired. Birthing a baby will do that to you,” you joked.

It's when sweat started beading on your forehead and your color started to fade that he realized something was wrong.

“Cupcake?” he questioned.

When you don't answer him right away, panic began to set in.

“Gojo,” you called to him, your voice nothing more than a whisper. “Something's wrong.”

Gojo tucked your daughter into his arm and pressed the nurse call button. He got closer to wipe some of the sweat from your forehead and could see the way your eyes were getting glassy. Alarms began to go off in his mind when he felt how warm your skin was.

“Something is wrong,” you choked out.

“You're going to be alright. Don't worry. Everything is alright,” he said and you wondered if the words were for you or for him.

Gojo took your hand in his own. Your skin was warm but your hands were so clammy. He didn't like the cold spot that was settling in his stomach. He knew what it meant. It was fear and Satoru Gojo feared nothing. How could he call himself the strongest if he did? How could he call himself your protector if there was something that even he feared? The nurse rushed in to check on you. The look of terror that befell her face the instant that she saw you caused a lump to form in Gojo’s throat. He tightened his hold on his baby girl and your hand. The happiest moment of his life was beginning to collapse onto itself. The nurse swiveled on her heel to run back out of the room. His mouth was dry. You softly squeezed his hand. Everything was going to be okay.

The doctor ran with fire on his heels as he began to check your vitals. Gojo felt like he was stuck. He was stuck in place, not wanting to shatter what was left of these warm, happy feelings. They were saying something over the white noise ringing in Gojo's ears. When he didn't move they ripped Gojo’s hand from yours as they began to poke and prod at your body.

“Step back sir,” the nurses told him sternly.

“S-Satoru. I love you,” you said as they put an oxygen mask over your mouth. “I love you,” you said again, but weaker.

It's the last thing you'll ever say to him.

“Mr. Gojo, I'm so sorry for your loss,” is all he heard for the rest of the day.

They say that they tried. They tried to save you. There was massive internal bleeding. As soon as they opened you up, you began to code. The doctors said you weren't in pain. It was as if you were asleep. It was the most peaceful that anyone has ever gone. Is that supposed to be a joke?

Gojo thinks that's bullshit. He's cocky about a lot of things, but only because he knows them to be true. Satoru Gojo is the strongest being alive. There's no contesting that fact. Some may come close, but no one has taken the title from him. You love him. You told him so everyday. Everytime the words left your lips, he'd beg for you to repeat them. He would play coy and act as though you telling him you loved him were the same as you were admitting to some dirty secret, but if he was being honest, he made you repeat the words so they'd pierce through his own disbelief. You loved him. You loved him more than anything.

Many people have typed Gojo as non-committal and truth be told, he was for the majority of his life. Until he met you. You were the cinder that would warm his heart and make it your home.

You loved him and you loved that baby. You said so everyday. You looked forward to the sleepless nights and milestones with Gojo. Though your feet swelled and your back ached, you were happy and full of pride over the state of your life. There's no way you went down peacefully. You loved him. You loved your baby. You would've fought.

He clenched his fist until his knuckles are white. He's forced to feel this pain again. He thought he was done feeling like this. Useless. Helpless. Sad. He's felt this only once in his life and he thought he'd buried it in the shadows of his mind. He thought he was passed this, this emptiness, this pain. He can't seem to shake it. It lurks in the corners of his vision at every turn. There's a hole in his chest. He thinks he hears your footsteps behind him when he's in the kitchen. He can still hear your tone deaf voice singing in the shower. When he closes his eyes, he can still feel your warmth bundled up next to him. It isn't fair. You were just here. The happiness in his life has dried up.

He stands over the crib as your daughter cries. He should...he should feed her. He should tend to her. He should do something. She just..won't stop crying. He doesn't know how to do this. Satoru Gojo is supposed to be the best at everything. And he is. He was. Parenthood is a new foothold for him. Now he has to do it without you. He hadn't planned, hadn't prepared. You were supposed to do this together. Your body wasn't supposed to stay at the hospital, cold and lifeless in the morgue. He's not supposed to be in this house alone with this stranger who looks so much like you. This child had none of Gojo’s features. Your genes were strong. He's sure you must've felt like you were looking into a mirror. Looking in her eyes is a painful reminder. Just a few days ago, you were here, waddling around, nesting. Gojo was massaging your warm skin.

Gojo can't seem to feel anything but betrayal as he looks at this stranger in his home. She looks so much like you, but she's not you. He should feel love and joy, but he's seething with anger. He knows it's not this little girl's fault, but he can't help but feel like it is. He scoops the baby up from her crib and warms up a bottle. He tests the milk on his hand the way you both practiced a few days ago. As she drinks from her bottle, she opens her eyes to look up at him. Those were your eyes. For a moment, he can pretend that he's looking down at you. She stops drinking the milk for a brief moment to stare at Gojo. When she gives him a gummy smile, it melts the anguish in Gojo's heart. He gives a heavy sigh before smiling back. The smile doesn't reach his eyes, but he can pretend. He can pretend he's not detached and broken if only for a moment.

[authorkun]

[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (07)

"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙."

"So did I." The (h/c)-ette's glare unwavering from the person in front of both him and Tadaiyoka.

"To what do I owe the honor to meeting with a shibito, much less one of my past students?" A sarcastic yet teasingly tone lacing the man's words.

"Answers." M/n coldly spoke. "Why so brash? You just got here, didn't you? It's quite a trip from Tokyo." M/n clenched a hand behind his back. "Why don't we settle matters over a game of Go, and tea?"

The older, slid open the door to their right, showing off a traditional tea room, set with a small table in the center of the room. Both Tadaiyoka and M/n followed, as the latter sat down. Tadaiyoka going off to grab the teaset.

The man sat across from M/n, as he held a content expression while grabbing the bag of monochrome beads.

A soft 'clink' was heard as Tadaiyoka placed the cups down, filling the delicate teacups with the liquid. The beads were then separated from each other, as both players grabbed their own.

The older started, placing one of his own beads onto the wooden board. M/n following shortly after with one of his. "Ginira-sama, if I may... he came to the shrine bearing questions about whom its dedication is to. When I took him to the shrine I-.."

"You were both taken aback from what you saw?" 'Ginira' finished. "Exactly." The man curtly humming in response. Silence overtook once more as the two continued their game.

Soon, a distasteful grunt came from the older of the two. "Even in your younger years, you've seen to beat me."

"You should know that I don't play to win then Sensei. I play to-.."

"Make a pattern. That's always your answer. And every time I respond with-..."

"That it's unfair." M/n kept a monotonous tone throughout. "I thought it was dumb, and I still do."

"So rude to your senior." Ginira playfully teased. "..."

"Oh I see, straight to business. Well, I assume you're wondering about the shrine. I'm also going to guess Tadaiyoka told you the story?"

"She did."

"Do you know who the young man was then?"

"I don't understand." M/n answered, a confused look covering his features. "That young man was a descendant of one of the few high ranking clans of high priests and priestesses. Or as we know them sorcerers." Ginira lifted to small cup to his lips.

"That doesn't answer why he had the same name and face as I."

"Patience my student." Ginira waved a hand around. "During that period, the L/n was the strongest clan among the others. The clan was notorious for holding the cursed technique of being able to completely strip someone of their own abilities.

The young man who had moved into the palace south of here was the very person who was next in line to become the head clan member."

M/n's eyes widened. "If he was the next clan leader why would he move out here?"

"The thing that drives everyone. Love. When you become a clan leader one of the many duties you have is marrying to another clan to keep prosperity between the two, and to bring a child of the two clans."

"Arranged marriage between two clans..." M/n mumbled.

"Exactly. Back then, this village was known for being one untouched by curse's and the dread the special grade curse no other than Sukuna Ryomen, had brought. That was because my ancestors were apart of the sorcerers protecting it.

When he moved to living out in the abandoned palace, he kept to himself, only coming to the town for necessities. Because of the disappearance of the L/n clan's successor though, lower shamen were sent out to hunt for the male.

One of those shamen being of the Hashigira clan. The Hashigira clan being a force to be reckoned with alongside the L/n's. The search lasted two moon cycles while Sukuna's reign of terror continued. And suddenly....it stopped."

Ginira took another sip of the warm beverage. "After years of suffering from the curse's reign, the people were freed from its grasp. The search for the lost L/n also loosing its importance over time as the sister of the young shamen took over, marrying into the next clan.

The legend says the same clan member of the Hashigira's grew suspicious and continued his search for the male. On months on end, he continued his search until one day, he did.

But when he did he was disgusted from the sight before him. The king of curses and the missing L/n living a domestic life together. Enraged about the situation he confronted the shamen about it, earning a response that he was fine.

Not much is said about what happens but their was an old story that he was inocente with the runaway.

The same could be said about L/n and Sukuna. After the confrontation, he went to the council and told them how the male was being held hostage, as that the cursed king was manipulating him.

That night, they went to the palace, and were met with only the shamen. They demanded to see Sukuna and when he didn't respond, they had decidedly he was too far gone, and... killed him.

That was the last night this village was at it's prime, the king of curse's reigned his disastrous rampage among every village in a 20 mile radius. This shrine was said to be built by Sukuna himself. The flowers in the field are evergreen as they never die."

Ginira finished, as his gaze landed on the male in front of him. A blank look casted upon his features, as his expression was unreadable.

"Then who am I?"

"Since the L/n clan was still prosperous they overlooked the death as a stain on their reputation. They had claimed he was no longer apart of their clan when he had decided to run away.

Ever since then his younger sister took over and continued the bloodline. And then your mother came. When your mother and father had married, it was one of union. Shortly after you were born, you were the representation of the two's union. And the conversion of the two cursed energies.

When they had awaited to hear about your abilities as a future shamen, they had learned you had none. The two clans disowned both of them. Your father became restless and rageful, and that's when he snapped. One day, I remember him rambling on about how there was a sacred power that had belonged to the L/n clan. After that, he had started his search for it.

And he found it. Some think that it was Sukuna, and some think it was Hashigira, but no matter who had done it; someone had sealed the soul of the runaway clansman to the L/n clan along with his power away in the imperial garden behind his palace.

Somehow your father had found it, and had given it to you. I don't know how, but he had achieved tying the both of your souls together, binding you both. Since you were so young, it had messed with your memories to the point of the ancient soul taking over your own.

When your souls had mixed, the cursed energy from before had chained itself with your own power. At first it had seemed you were like anyone else, but when that soul had overtaken your own it had kick started the energy which resided in you."

"And that's how I slaughtered my family right?" M/n's glare burned into the tatami mats below. "That's-"

A chilling laugh cut of the man's words, as M/n had finally lifted his head. A drop of water hit the floor, another following shortly after. More followed as the male's sight became blurry. Painful laughs echoing the house.

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" He banged his fists onto the floor.

"I'm the problem aren't I? I'm just a burden....RIGHT?!" His body slumped over as fits of laughter turned into broken sobs. "I'm t-the reason my m-mother h-had died...and sh-she still..." He lead on, as he broke down. Both Tadaiyoka and Ginira held sympathetic looks for the male.

"It's not your fault M/n-" Ginira had reached a hand out, only for it to be slapped away. He ignored the male's struggle, as he pulled him into an embrace. His grip tightened as the yells of protest started to turning soft cries.

"You aren't a burden." Ginira's grasp tightened around the boy. "You're not at fault for the incident."

Soon the crying turned into short breaths, as those short breaths turned into silence. The only sound being the patter of the small pond, and the soft snores that had left the (h/c)-ette.

"He's a troubled soul isn't he?" Tadaiyoka spoke, as she started to pick up the sprawled out beads and empty teacups. Ginira looked down a sorrowful expression crossing his features. He's gaze landing onto the peaceful face of the younger.

"I can't help but think I could've prevented this entirely. He doesn't deserve to take the fall for something he has nothing to do with." Ginira stood up with the male's body, heading through a separate door.

Ginira laid M/n onto a futon, as he threw a blanket onto him. M/n immediately responding by gripping onto the soft material.

Ginira looked at the male one last time, a bittersweet smile plastering his face, as the door slid shut. Rounding the corner, he slid the door leading to the garden open, as he sat on one of the cushions.

The soft clicks of heels echoed the hallway, as another prescience sat next to him. "Now who do I owe the pleasure to see you again, Gojo."

The snowy haired shamen wore a playful smirk. "I think you have one of my students."

Ginira scoffed. "He ran away from you such a surprise."

"What happened?" Gojo spoke seriously, ignoring the former's insult. "He came looking for answers, and I gave them to him."

"Did you tell him about that night?"

Ginira glanced downwards. "I couldn't. He wasn't in the right headspace to know. He broke down earlier from hearing about his past. I didn't have the heart to tell him about his mother. He's sleeping right now, but it's probably the first time he's slept in weeks, hasn't it?"

Ginira had reminisced from when his former student had lived with him. "I'm worried about him. But somewhere inside me I have hope that he'll find happiness one of these days. He deserves it after all."

Gojo's stare lingered on the small garden of flowers, which lightly swayed from the breeze. "I want him to stay here."

A confused expression crossed the older's face. "I want you to train him. I know he's only scratched the top of his abilities, and I want you to help him . He has so much potential. I think it's for the best."

Ginira's eyes widened at the bold words. "You really care for him don't you?"

"More than anything in this world."

Ginira's hearty chuckled filled the air as the sun began to set behind the horizon.

"That much, ay?"

[yorumiraki]

“that’s just how it is”

jjk teachers x retired! reader

prologue

warning: jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers

[editing]

13 years ago

‘god, and to think he couldn’t get anymore worse’

y/n l/n. 19 years old. employed as a starting teacher at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, going on 2 years... and is currently watching one of her fellow students, gojo satoru, having... she doesn’t even know what to call it, an awakening? or maybe he’s just that much crazier after he was thought to be killed with a blow to the head. she was a bit surprised to see him standing behind her when she had went to confront toji fushiguro, his alleged killer, as well as the man who killed amanai, the star plasma vessel. he was clearly having what she could call one of his angsty episodes, spouting about how he’s the strongest and throwing in a little comment about how stupid it is protecting the weak here and there throughout his little rampage. gojo happily pranced around waving his arms around with a wide smile and wild look in his azure eyes“throughout the heavens and earth, i alone am the honored one.”

‘a-ah yes, there he goes again.... a bit of a god complex at the moment. i suppose i should stay out of the way. after all...

gojo continued to laugh and spout nonsense, drowning out her thoughts, making her frown in concern,

‘i would probably be the first to die here.’

she winced watching as blows were received and given from both him and the infamous sorcerer killer. in the midst of all this, she had somehow managed to doze off. ‘the star plasma vessel was killed... now what, wait another hundred or so years for another to be born? tengens spell will be even weaker then and-‘ she looked back up after another blast rang out and there was toji fushiguro standing in the smoke, a gaping hole on the side of his body. y/n watched the pain and regret flash through his eyes. he had clearly overestimated himself. him, against the six eyes? he had no chance.

she walked over slowly, her arms raised cautiously. only catching a quiet “...in 2 or 3 years my kid will get sold to the zenin clan. do whatever you want.” he craned his head towards her as he heard her footsteps, before his head slumped over. she put her arms down slowly as she moved closer, nodding over to gojo who stood there staring aimlessly at the man in front of him. his body was still standing. placing a finger on his neck, she felt no pulse. even in death, he didn’t wanna bow down to anyone.

her attention went from the cold feeling on tojis neck to the shuffling of gojo’s feet walking in the opposite direction. “wait, gojo-kun we need to....” he continued to walk away, and she sighed in defeat before making a phone call. ‘he never wants to listen to me anyway.... but what was that earlier?’ speaking to the caller on the other end, she orders for the confirmation of a clean up crew for damages and the body, hanging up after the request was approved. she looked at the body once more, before turning away to catch up with her student.

gojo rubbed his forehead after receiving a flick of your finger. you stood in front of your students, geto suguru, ieri shoko , and gojo satoru, nagging to gojo about not listening to you once more. it had been a year since the incident, and everything was continuing its slow pace back to normalcy.

“and that’s for walking away when i’m talking to you. i get that i’m not that much older than you kid, but at least learn to have some manners or at least like, i don’t know, some kind of restraint or respect when being talked to, especially by me. and no i don’t care that you are stronger than me because at the end of the day i’m your sensei, but please don’t-“

“yeah yeah don’t be like you we get it already, you lazy hag.”

“not WE. IM SPEAKING TO YOU GOJO... and just YOU.”

geto and shoko watched the reoccurring scene in front of them as they sat on cement stairs, stifling laughter from coming out as they watched y/n flick him again, an ‘ack’ slipping out of gojos mouth before he looked away with a pout.

“ now you three, get back to it... i’ll be laying over... i don’t know, i’ll be laying around somewhere but i’ll be watching you.” she said indecisively before glancing over to see shoko and suguru smile and nod, gojo still pouting before looking back towards you. his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, giving you a clear view of his eyes. you point to your own (e/c) eyes with your fingers, squinting before turning them and thrusting in the direction of a gojos, making it clear that you were watching them closely. in return, she earned an eye roll. the three blinked and once their eyes were open again, she was already gone.

y/n watched from the top of a tall building on the school grounds, her binoculars in her right hand as she laid her head in the palm of her left, laying flush against the roofing tiles. she had done as she said she would and laid, as she said before, “somewhere”, watching her students lazily through her binoculars. she smiled as she watched an eraser and pen being thrown at gojo, before freezing and being bounced away. ‘working on his technique i see, good.... soon he will be the strongest, no, he already is...’ she yawned before placing the binoculars down next to her. for a while now, more precisely a year, she has been watching gojo, her wariness and worry for him growing after the failed mission. amanai had clearly grown on the boys at the time, and it was a bit of a process to deal with them after she had gotten killed. she had remembered gojos words when they had returned, with amanai laying dead in his arms.

“should we kill these guys? if we do it.... i probably won’t feel a single-“

“stop gojo. there’s no meaning in doing that.”

“meaning... is that really necessary?”

y/n looked at him, not knowing what to say next before walking off in the direction they were going, suguru cutting in.

“it’s very important, especially for shamans...”

she noted that he had been very uneasy then and although he hasn’t fully recovered from it now, he was doing much better than before. but her new problem now, was geto suguru. he had been acting a bit strange as of lately, looking almost as if he was thinking over the same thing everyday in his head, being a little too absorbed in his thoughts. an attribute that was very unlike him. she sighed out loud before turning from her side and laying on her back and closing her eyes.

‘hope no one bothers-‘

“hime-sama.”

y/n opened her eyes, letting out a loud groan before snapping her head in front of her. there stood kana, her house attendant, staring down at her with dull eyes, hand over the other lightly in the front of her skirt.

“your family wishes to have you back now”

“....can’t you see i’m busy now. i’m working, now go...and stop calling me that already.”

“... i’m afraid i can’t don’t that hime-sama. well then, i will wait until the end of your shift, then i will bring you back-“

(y/n) stared at her blankly, not listening to anything she was saying before sitting up while shuffling away from her, bringing her binoculars up to her eyes to continue watching her students

‘....those two....goddamn hags.’

“....and what did we say about having sluggish posture (y/n). you’re not gonna be able to find a suitor if you’re gonna act... like some man or something, have some elegance for once. don’t think we are just gonna watch you do whatever you want while....”

(y/n) was currently sat down with her parents, them going on a rant again about her “unwomanly” way of doing things. anything.

she sighed in relief once her mother finished, her father giving her an unreadable look.

this is the (l/n) clan. full of hot headed men who only cared about themselves and power, while the women only cared about submitting to them and having children in order to keep the line going. stiff, strict and bland. that’s how it was. if you weren’t strong, you were useless. if you couldn’t bear children, you were disposed of. the second option being something she didn’t plan on doing in the future. she became a jujutsu sorcerer and a teacher soon after she graduated. she had expected her parents to be furious but surprisingly, they were quite satisfied,

“at least you’ll be useful to the clan.”

she clenched her teeth at the memory as she walked through the halls of the large manor, the moon shining down through the shoji windows. she had planned to go to sleep right after that nice little “meeting” with her parents. she couldn’t stand it, how goddamn stupid the clan was, thinking that they were advancing and getting better throughout time but in truth, they were holding themselves back, committing to the old ways, rules rules rules and more rules. the ground had rumbled quietly but (y/n) ignored it, brows furrowing in annoyance before turning the corner, approaching the door to her room. she notices kana standing beside her door, almost as if she was on guard. she scoffed before ignoring her and putting her hand on the door, beginning to slide it open when she suddenly heard strange noises echoing through the hallway. she stopped and listened, her eyes looking up to kana in question. she only blinked back with wide eyes, giving clear signs of bewilderment.

she grabbed kana’s wrist before making her way back towards her parents room where the sounds came from. they both moved together slowly as soon as they were outside of the door. (y/n)‘s eyes widened, hearing the distressed noises of her mother and naturally on instinct, opened the door immediately… only to be met with the sight of her mother’s shaking erratically on the bed, her father laying face down on the ground.

“(l/n) sama!”

kana had immediately sprinted towards your mother only to be stopped and smashed through the wall to the hallway by an invisible hand. (y/n) stood still, looking back at kana in shock before putting her hands at the ready as she looked around in the room, making her way around the bed before shaking her mother’s arm. no response, but she’s still shaking. “stay calm shit, what the fu-”

“there you are”

she turned around in surprise, only to be grabbed by the neck by a hand with long black nails, threatening to pierce into her neck.

“ahh it’s definitely you. you look JUST like them.”

she choked a grunt while staring at them, panic slowly taking over. it was a curse clearly, but it seemed to be intelligent, a mass of energy emitting from their cloak. ‘a special grade….’ they had a cape on, the sleeves long and loose, a hood covering their face. she couldn’t identify them. she grit her teeth at the hold on her throat. ‘s-strong’

“now as revenge to that pathetic old man on the ground there, you’re going —————. and i will ————, with nobody knowing hehehe. i ————- will be taking over now.”

(y/n) looks at the hooded figure with a confused look, unable to hear what they had been saying.“what- what did you say… get off me, who are you?!?! why are you here, let go!”

she breathed heavily as she wringles in his hold, punching and kicking at them, but they were quick to act, placing two fingers upon her forehead. her movement paused, and eyes widened as she felt energy surging through her, so much she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. she fought to resist the feeling of sleep, using her curse energy to attempt to overpower them but to no avail, as her captor pressed his fingers into her forehead even harder. unable to resist the strong feeling, her consciousness slowly slipped away and anything after that, a blank space.

“so you don’t remember anything…”

“...no.”

“nothing... nothing at all? come on.”

it had been like this for the last two weeks. staff of the school questioning her over and over again, only to get “no”s and “i don’t remember”s from her. she had been informed that the clan was dead. she really couldn’t remember anything. she could tell there was something different about her body, she just didn’t know what. and what happened before she was found passed out on the ground? was it actually her that did that? sure she hated her family and wanted to cut ties with them as soon as she could, but did she actually kill them? she hated this, not knowing things, especially about herself. is there something she doesn’t know? she shook her head, looking back up at the principal. kana was still alive, only managing to get away with a broken shoulder and was standing behind (y/n), a stoic look on her face.

“i already told you, i don’t remember anything…”

he looked at her before rubbing his head, contemplating what to do. kana had looked over at (y/n) to see her staring at her shaking hands. she reached over to tend to her before stopping herself and shook her head before straightening back up. ‘hime-sama...’

“(l/n), i need you to listen to me carefully. you have to....”

she looked up at him with her tired eyes, taking in everything he was saying. what had happened to her body. what was inside her. he was giving her a deal. with a certain condition. after listening to the suggestion in its entirety, her head slowly turned back up, a solemn look on her face. she reluctantly made a choice.

“...alright, fine then.”

prologue ... part i

i feel like this is bad i don’t know. a bit vague at the end i know, but i’m not gonna give everything away in the prologue hehe. i didn’t lie about the 2 chapters but i figured i should make a prologue so that’s what i did tonight. i also forgot to say i did end up changing some things.

[chosonore]

summary: gojo has a sweet tooth but the sweetest thing he craves is you.

a/n: aha apparently i'm on a roll with all the fluff? this was supposed to be 1k words of fluff but slandering gojo but i just didn't have the heart to lmaoo i'm all bark no bite. for miss ramsay, whom i've announced to that i would be writing this haha

“yo- hooo! honey, i’m home!” gojo’s sudden announcement of his return scared the shit out of you, making you drop the spoon you were holding. the metallic clang of the spoon on the counter mingled with gojo’s melodious laughter, filling the previously quiet apartment with life. he leaned over the counter, pressing a kiss to your cheek. gojo knew full well that you were easily scared, having scolded him on multiple occasions not to just appear in the apartment out of nowhere. still, he couldn’t help but doing it every now and then to see you jump out of your skin - you were just too adorable, especially the pout on your lips afterwards that he would always kiss away.

suspiciously, you eyed the bag gojo placed on the counter and gave him an even more suspicious look when he didn’t meet your eye. “you went and got mochi again, didn’t you?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“satoooruuu,” you whined, jabbing your finger at his chest. “i told you not to eat so many sweets, it’ll ruin your teeth. and don’t eat them before dinner, you’ll just get a stomach ache. and complain about not being able to finish your portion.”

“i know, i know, but i couldn’t help it. just a little end of workday treat? no?” he made some kissy noises as he rounded the corner to wrap you into his arms, grinning when you tried to slither your way out of his grasp. “don’t you think your awesome, sweet and handsome boyfriend deserves some love for his good - no, excellent - work?”

“uh i think my awesome, sweet and handsome boyfriend should help me make dinner,” you retorted with a slightly annoyed voice. you couldn’t stay mad at him for too long, not when he was always so good to you despite his eccentric and loud personality that drowned out everything else. his presence filled up every corner of your life, so big and full of life that it was difficult to think of anything else. not that you minded, you loved him after all. but every now and then, it became a little overbearing. it was then that you realized why some of the other sorcerers were often annoyed by him. the walls around his heart and vulnerable self were high, clad in iron and spikes. nothing could shake him to the core, he was always prepared for everything, always on guard. after all, throughout heaven and earth, he alone was the honored one.

as your relationship progressed, your dynamic became like the tides of the sea. a calm force, a gentle push and pull that slowly eroded the walls around your hearts, allowing them to instead fill with each others’ warmth. with only you around, he was willing to open up and let you in. gradually, you learned more and more about him. about his past, his fears, his hopes. he trusted you with everything, trusted you more than anyone else in this world. and just like the tides, he allowed you to flood his senses and thoughts as soon as he was in the comfort of your home.

“fine, what can your humble servant do for you?” you rolled your eyes and handed him a handful of potatoes and instructed him to peel them and cut them into small wedges so you could roast them in the oven. gojo grumbled a little, not liking this task one bit but proceeded nonetheless. he took the infamous blindfold off, tossing it in the basket near the entrance. tousling his unruly hair to fix it, he then came back to resume his task. as he cut the potatoes, he was quietly humming to a familiar tune, one that you recognized as one of the songs you’d introduced to him a week ago. it made you smile, knowing that he memorized the little things about you, that made you so undeniably and unequivocally you.

you turned your back to him, busying yourself with the sauce that you were preparing. gojo might be really bad at cooking but you trusted him not to hurt himself or turn the potatoes into a complete disaster. it didn’t stay quiet for too long - a few minutes later, you could hear gojo giggling behind you. first quietly, then louder, a joyful laughter like that of a child. you turned to see what he was up to, only to see him hold a potato up.

“look, i cut a potato in the shape of a heart,” gojo was still giggling, barely able to contain the laughter. he was snorting, for some reason finding the potato so funny that he couldn’t stop. “i’m in love with the shape of you.” his own joke made him laugh even more, leaving you staring at him confused. but his laughter was contagious, making the corners of your lips lift just the slightest.

“are you saying i’m a potato? a heart shaped potato?”

“no, i would never!” gojo gasped, clutching his chest as he was trying to catch his breath. “i’m saying that you’re love-shaped. if love had a form, it would be you.”

“you’re not making any sense,” you snorted but couldn’t help but feel touched at his words. looking away from him, you tried to hide the tears that were gathering at the corners of your eyes. sometimes, you still couldn’t believe that you snagged someone like him. in weak moments, the overwhelming intensity of your feelings for him often made y ou question whether this was real, whether this wasn’t just a comfortable and happy dream that you would have to wake up from.

“are you crying?” gojo asked concerned, quickly padding over to you to engulf you in a hug. defiantly, you shook your head, not wanting him to worry about your silly outburst of emotion. he grabbed your chin, tilting it up so you would look at him. the sight of his cerulean eyes was something you could probably never get used to, blue like the bright sky on a sunny day and glimmering with mysteries that you sought to uncover. he reached up to wipe your tears away, peppering soft butterfly kisses across your face. “i didn’t mean to make you cry. was it because you thought i insinuated that you were a potato? you're not a potato at all. more of a peach, maybe.”

“no, of course not,” vehemently, you shook your head. “uh i just thought what you said about me being love-shaped was really uh. nice of you.”

gojo grinned, wrapping his free arm around your waist to pull you flush against his body and pressed his warm lips against yours. “you know i love you, hm? my love-shaped human being,” he mumbled, pretending to bite your cheek. you laughed, swatting him gently and tried to push him away. “you’re so sweet, i could just eat you up.”

“shut up, satoru. we all know you prefer the mochis more.”

“huh, who said that?? out of all sweets, you’re my favourite.”

[mochikeiji]

𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝐤! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 (*^▽^*) 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

what is this?

五月 - May

𝐆𝐨! 𝐆𝐨! 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 — (inspired after Go! Go! Gojou!) in celebration of this milestone this month of May, requests for the event are now open!

rules / notes

↬ Below are the listed characters that I will be writing for the event; (reminder that these are the only characters I'm currently used to. I have trouble writing for the ones that aren't in the list ^^)

Characters I accept ↴

✧ Haikyuu: Kuroo Tetsuro

✧ Jujutsu Kaisen: Ryomen Sukuna, Megumi Fushiguro, Inumaki Toge, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Okkotsu Yuta

✧ Yuukuko no Moriarty: Sebastian Moran

↬ For this event, I accept only; fluff, angst, hurt/comfort genres!(if ever I might add some suggestive ones, but not as far to nsfw) You may specify what kind of scene you would want to happen!

↬ Simply pick a number from the list below (maximum of 3 prompts) and 1 character of your choice.

↬ Important note: this is my very first event so I'm thinking ahead of the possible outcomes. One, is that there's a high chance I may be delayed in publishing the requests due to them being many or the usual, lack of inspiration and the right mind. Two, like anyone else, I have the right to decline a request if I cannot proceed to write or crank out an idea or generally having a hard time. I write for fun, not as an obligation. Please do not feel bad though! Your requests will serve as a suggestion that may still help me along the way ^^ please please do be patient with me as I will do my best to write for you guys. ♡

event status:

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝!

chip chip! ˎ₍•ʚ•₎ˏ

❝coincidentally I started running this blog back in 2020 of May when I began writing once more. I didn't really think I'd make it this far despite the long hiatus run I've went through and the small amount of stories written. I've had fun sharing whatever I daydreamed every day, it makes my heart soar knowing someone finds comfort in between the words and enjoys them. It's been truly an honor writing for the enjoyment of others and to be able to have fun.

I wish to extend my appreciation and love all the way because these aren't enough to express how I feel right now. Thank you all so much for being so sweet and loving. Supporting and encouraging me all the way. Interacting with me even at the shortest time period. Every thing, I am thankful for. I hope to continue on writing and sharing my ideas for you all to find joy in and to meet more of you on this journey ♡ thank you for being one of my reasons to fall back in love of what I've lost before.❞

prompt list:

1. "You don't mean that, right?"

2. "Even in this life, it's still you"

3. "Don't lie to me"

4. "You're really pretty"

5. "Don't look at me like that"

6. "No, don't cover your smile"

7. "Can you do that again?"

8. "Say something, please"

9. "I just love you"

10. "Do you really want this?"

11. "I'm so sorry"

12. "Please don't cry"

13. "I'm always here for you"

14. "Never in my life have I loved someone this hard"

15. "I don't want someone else, I want you!"

16. "My daily dose of happiness!"

17. "Let's be greedier"

18. "I've lost so many before, I'm not about to lose you too"

19. "Do you still love me?"

20. "You think too much"

21. "Hug your boyfriend/girlfriend!"

22. "I really want to hold your hand"

23. "I don't like the way he looks at you"

24. "Stay longer"

25. "Would you notice if I was gone?"

26. "I would give up everything if it means having you by my side"

27. "Hey, look at me. Keep your eyes open"

28. "Are you jealous?"

29. "I didn't mean it"

30. "You're the only person I'd always run to"

31. "How'd you fell in love with them?"

32. "You idiot, why would you do that?!"

33. "I don't need you to solve every thing! I need you to understand!"

34. "I need you because I love you"

35. "My baby is so cute!"

36. "Let's have another one"

37. "You want to go out now? At 2am?"

38. "You make me the happiest"

39. "Promise me you'll stay with me"

40. "Wake up"

41. "Kiss me"

42. "Don't leave me"

43. "You made this for me?"

44. "Did I do something wrong?"

45. "You're too close." "I can get closer"

46. "I'll protect you with all my life"

47. "Everything I am, I own, is all yours"

48. "I didn't think it was possible to fall in love again"

49. "Mine." "I know but can you let me go?"

50. "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you"

51. "Do you think you'll blush more if I do this?"

52. "Why can't it be just us for once?"

53. "You're the only source of happiness I don't ever want to disappear"

54. "Stop it"

55. "Are you drunk?"

56. "You look like my husband/wife"

57. "Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster"

58. "You're squeezing me." "I just really need to hold you"

59. "I heard you like bad boys." "You have a bad personality, no cap"

60. "Give me a chance"

61. "Sometimes I wonder why I'm with you"

62. "You're nervous? Why?" "Because I really wanna be with you"

63. "Don't scare me like ever again!"

64. "I thought i was going to lose you"

65. "Let me stay for the night"

66. "Bestie please." "Who the hell is bestie? I only know baby"

67. "My world is full of color thanks to you." "I thought you ate a crayon."

68. "I'm trying to be romantic here"

69. "Someone misses me" "I really do"

70. "Can we get married now?"

71. "You looked so angry" "They hurt you"

72. "Do you see that? That there is a beauty and all mine"

73. "You smell so good"

74. "Can I kiss you?"

75. "I knew you love me!" "I do" "What?"

76. "Fess up, which one of you did this?"

77. "Pay attention to me"

78. "Believe me you have no idea how much you mean to me"

79. "Dang someone french kiss me" "Okay let's go."

80. "May I have this dance?"

81. "I'm not going anywhere"

82. "Make a wish"

83. "Wanna maybe go out on Saturday or something?" "Sure!" "Wait what?"

84. "What time is it?" "It's loving times, now come here."

85. "See this? This is my hand." "Why are you holding mine?" "It's MY hand"

86. "I hate you"

87. "What are you looking at?"

88. "Don't take anything away from me anymore"

89. "It's so good to be home"

90. "I love you!" "..." "Say it back!"

91. "I'm gonna go have a long, warm bath" "There room for one more?"

92. "Did you just take a picture of me?"

93. "Comfortable there?"

94. "Is that my shirt?" "You just want an excuse to touch me."

95. "I don't want to be alone again"

96. "It'll always be you"

97. "So poetic" "I know, I got it from google"

98. "Please, I see the way you smile at him/her"

99. "Give me some sugar"

100. "Perfect. So perfect."

— 楽しい時間をお過ごしください！

[gojoscloset]

NSFW

Hello, if you are taking requests, would you be okay with writing a gojo satoru x ready scenario when they try out anal? Thank you

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WARNINGS:

❌SECKS

❌Butt stuff

❌Reposted from other account

❌not proofread lmao

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“Tada!~” You stood before Satoru with absolutely nothing on, your back turned to him and you glanced over your shoulder, seeing his expression was priceless.

Your ass spread for him, revealing a butt plug right in the center, bright light blue gem glistening in the light with every playful shake of your ass.

You smiled confidently, but inside you were nervous to see how he would take your request. Anal had been on the brain for a while now, and as nervous as you were, you wanted to surprise him and let him know that you thought you were ready to try out something new.

“Well whaddya think?” You broke the silence between you two, apparently you had rendered Satoru speechless. His gaze switched between you and the gem in between your cheeks.

“Y/n….” he muttered and bit his lip, the corners of his lips curled in a sheepish smile. “A-are you sure you wanna do this?” He motioned for you to come to him and you obediently obliged, swaying your hips confidently as you waltzed over to him.

“I do. I really really do. I’ve been stretching for weeks now! I think I’m good where I’m at, but that doesn’t answer my question.” You sat in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What do you think?” You repeated playfully, planting a kiss on his cheek. “I think it looks great. You always look great, no matter what you do babe.... But I just...Again. Are you sure?” He wasn’t opposed to the idea, however, he never asked. He always felt as if it was too much to ask his previous partners for that knowing he was well endowed.

He felt that his partners would be in pain,and to him it’s no fun if the other person isn’t into it. You nodded though, with excitement, practically clasping your hands together and with stars in your eyes.

“Pleeease?” You got up from his lap and scurried over to your drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube Satoru wasn’t familiar with. “I even went out and got this.” You shook it excitedly “water based and all.”

You flashed Satoru a smile he couldn’t help but reciprocate. “C'mon…” he motioned you over and he made quick work of his clothes.

—

Satoru didn’t just go at it, no no he’s cultured.

There were various amounts of foreplay, a couple orgasms here and there, yours of course. Teasing , lots and lots of teasing. But the best part about being here with him, and being able to share this experience with him is that even if this all went terribly wrong, you would still have a good time because you shared it with him.

“I’m ready.” You enthusiastically grab the bottle of lube and break the seal from the top. He lies down on his back and pats his thighs signaling you to straddle him.

“I want you to top, so you can set the pace.”

You nodded and made your way to him. The bed creaked some as you placed your knees on either side of him, his cock was rock hard from the earlier activities so not much more needed to be done.

You pop open the top and generously, generously pour a large amount on his throbbing cock. Generously.

Satoru beamed at you and watched as you happily poured away. His large hands rubbed at your thighs, he noticed the effort you put into this.

He took in the little things, how the skin on your legs wes extra smooth. How your smell was different, you smelled sweeter, fruity. The color of the gem you chose intentionally to match his eyes.

He snapped out of his thoughts when you finally touched him, the slick and dirty sounds your hands made when you squeezed and rubbed his shaft was delicious.

“Let me take this out” you relaxed your muscles and pulled the plug out. You positioned yourself after tossing the plug to the side and looked down at Satoru with a smile. You poured lube into your hand and prepared yourself for the big move. Emphasis on big.

“I’m going in” you say teasingly you ease your nerves.

“More like I’m going in” he gave you the finger guns and you slapped his hands away while bursting into laughter.

—

After finally regaining composure you grabbed his cock, you rubbed the tip at your entrance. He gave you bedroom eyes, watching as you carefully took the tip in.

“Take it nice and slow sweetheart…” his hands gripped your thighs, giving them a comforting squeeze. You simply nod and slowly push him in. You bit your lip, feeling yourself stretch tightly around him. Thankfully the lube was doing an amazing job.

It wasn’t until you got to the thickest part of his dick, thicker than the plug you had in earlier, by a lot.

Satoru noticed you were reaching your limit when you slowed down, the sudden face of excitement switched over to concentration, brows knit together, soft groans escaping your lips.

“That’s my girl, you’re doing such a good job.” He panted through clenched teeth. Instinctively he wanted to ram into you animalistically, the lust boiling through his veins, but he had to control himself, he didn’t want to split you in two. Well he did but didn’t.

His words were soft on the ears, his hands sneaked over to yours, locking your fingers with his.

“Take your time baby...take as much time as you need”

It felt like eternity for the both of you but you finally managed to sit down on it. You looked down at your boyfriend, face flushed and aight layer of sweat on your face. You exhaled deeply and lifted a finger, silently asking him to give you a moment before he started moving.

Satoru couldn’t help but smirk, he laid there completely still to avoid making any sudden movements and fucking your night up.

His hands never stopped rubbing your thighs, soothing the slight sting that came with this form of intimacy.

“Just so you know...if this were anyone else I’d be gone by now.” You said with a small laugh at the end of your words.

The little laugh was like sweet sweet honey to his worries. Satoru didn’t even know he had tension until you laughed, he could quite literally feel the weight lift off his shoulders knowing you were still having a good time.

“I’m honored….” his hands again rubbed at your thighs, moving them up to your core. ”more like blessed..”

One thumb parted your lips while the other rubbed circles on your clit, still wet from when he ate you out like a pudding cup earlier.

Your body jerked some and you grabbed his wrists to stop him. “Hold em up!” You squeaked and Satoru stopped all movement.

“One step at a time...I’m-I’m gonna start moving now..” he nodded and watched you, his hand grabbed yours and brought it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

The way he filled you up was a completely different experience. You knew his dick would reach areas that the plug could not, but goddamn. It was like you could feel every vein, every curve, every pulse of his cock inside of you. The pulse of his cock made you grow wetter and wetter the longer he was inside.

It wasn’t until you looked at him that you noticed the layer of sweat on his forehead. You let out a chuckle and reached over wiping the beads away.

“Poor baby~” he was holding himself back as best as he could.

“Take your time. Take your time. But I just want you to know, it’s a tight squeeze.” Both of you burst into laughter “okay okay, moving for reals this time”

You lifted your hips up, pulling him out slowly, but not all the way out, just enough to get something going.

“Satoru…” you whine, he groaned in response, wanting you to know he too could feel the pleasure.

The stinging wasn’t so bad after a few thrusts, you finally fully relaxed around him, making it a lot easier for you to get a rhythm going.

However, despite you getting the rhythm going, Satoru laid there stiff as a board. “Toru…..touch me” you groaned grabbing his hands and you placed them on your breasts

“You can move now…just go slow”

His face lit up almost instantly, and his mouth was now a grin. The once concentrated expression was now a goofy one.

“That’s all you had to say…” he didn’t even know where to begin. Your breasts? Your clit? He was going to have to spin the wheel of fortune for this one.

—

Satoru sat up now, mouth latched onto your nipple, tongue flicking the nub skillfully. You were covered in his markings, intentionally he left a trail from your neck down in between your breasts , claiming you as his, nothing new though.

His nails dug into your hips, leaving stinging crescents into your skin, but all good deeds don’t go unpunished.

You clawed at his back, leaving streaks and trails of fresh wounds down his back.

“Toru...go harder.” Again, that was all he needed to hear. “Here, let me give you what you want...let me give you what you need…” he growled.

His fingers ran across your slit, coating them with your juices before sticking them inside. Satoru swirled his fingers around in a circular motion creating friction and rubbing that delicious spot with both his cock and digits.

“AH!” Your back arched at the foreign sensation, but your body craved more of it. You bounced on him, juices leaking on his thighs and onto the sheets, but you didn’t care, you needed release.

“Don’t stop!” You cried out when his thumb pressed against your clit, pushing you over the edge. This was Satoru’s favorite part, seeing your face and body wrench in pleasure due to his touch. His fingers. His cock. It was all because of him and the very concept of that made his body feel like it was on fire.

He watched as your body tensed up, watched as you threw your head back, completely lost in the bliss that he provided specifically for you. His eyes were blown and he looked at you like you were the one who hung the stars, the one who made the flowers bloom in the spring, like if the world was specifically made just for you.

Your body shook and twitched around him, Pussy creaming down his fingers as they slowed their pace, thumb still circling your nub, he’d rather overstim you then to cut it short.

However it wasn’t long until your body Couldn’t take anymore, your thighs threatening to close but he held them open until he made sure you were good.

Circles still being traced carefully on your clit, more and more arousal leaking out of you as he did.

“Okay okay okay okay!” You squeaked and grabbed his wrists to stop him.

“You sure?” He let out a chuckle and pulled his fingers out of you, they were coated in your fluids up to the knuckles, strings of stickiness attached to his fingers when he spread them apart.

He didn’t hesitate to put them in his mouth, sucking and licking off your fluids hungrily like a man who hasn’t eaten in days.

“Always so tasty for me” he cooed and moved his body carefully so he was now hovering over you. His hands hooked behind your knees and pushed them as far up as he could while looking into your eyes.

“Give me more.” he whispered.

[koshicoast]

bro it’s Drabble fushiita o’clock + there’s some age reversal in this

Spring is more than ready to retire, sleepy and exhausted from her year’s work; a tedious task of marking the start of change. She’s been decorating alleyways and streets with flowers of vibrant colors, fully bloomed blossoms helping paint the streets in pink. She tends to the trees too, turning them a bright green, the orange and red from Autumn’s touch fading away just like the melting snow from Winter. She makes sure to echo the sound of children and adults alike laughing throughout the city, smiling at their excited smiles and rosy cheeks. Additionally, she turns down the teens’ complaints of returning to school, laughing at their misery and creative insults before she moves on to the next task. The sun, always one to favor Spring, hangs out in the sky longer to watch her run around, amused by her antics. These days, there is only peace.

‘Yuuji would have loved it.’ Megumi thinks to himself, looking out the window. He has twenty minutes before the newest first years step into his classroom. There are two boys and one girl this year, all having rare techniques. One of them happens to be the Gojo heir, the keeper of the six eyes. The other two are nothing to sneeze at either, one being able to manipulate cursed energy and the other already an expert at her reverse technique. ‘It’ll be a busy year.’ he sighs internally, his bones groaning at the future work he’ll have to put in. He’s not looking forward to it but he knows Yuuji would have loved it; excited to teach the new generation. He imagines how the pink haired boy (boy because that’s all he was after all, having lived and died as one) would be right now; he imagines watching pink flashes whip around the class, excitement rolling off in waves. He imagines Yuuji’s smiling face, how he’d ask Megumi to show off his shadow technique as an ice breaker and how his eyes would twinkle at the sight of the Divine Dogs before both dogs would jump into his arms, ignoring their actual owner. He imagines how quickly the first years would warm up to him too.

‘Megumi...Live a long life okay?’

He’s 27 now, the unblemished skin from his teens no where in sight. It’s littered in scars, small and big, tiny and wide, regrets and hopes engraving themselves into his body like tally marks. Permanent reminders of who’ve he’s saved, of who he couldn’t, stories to tell when questioned by his students. When they finally gain the courage to ask, that is. He knows as the head of the Zenin clan and his natural cold demeanor, it’ll be difficult to build a relationship with the teens, especially the Gojo heir due to the family politics. He has faith though, something Yuuji has instilled in him all those years ago.

‘Y’know Fushiguro...You’re a pretty good guy!’

‘You’re a lot friendlier than you think you are’

‘I think you’d be a great teacher! Our future students are totally gonna think of you as the cold but cool mentor yknow? Cmon Megumi! Be a teacher with me! We could be the best teacher duo- Are you laughing?! Hey-!’

He distantly wonders which scar they’ll ask about first, a part of him hopes they’ll ask about the one on his ring finger. It’s unlikely though since it’s nothing grand compared to the others he’s collected, but it is his favorite one. He told Nobara about it years ago, late at night and after a few months after the execution of ‘Sukuna’s Vessel’, alcohol buzzing in his system. He remembers the way she barked out a humorless laugh, eyes growing watery as she said, “Can’t believe we all thought Yuuji was the hopeless romantic out of the two of you.”

He offered a weak smile which she returned, both pointedly ignoring the other’s tears. She stayed with him the whole night, helping him make meatballs for the hangover soup the next day.

Nowadays, Nobara, also older now, complains about her marred skin and how she’ll never get to a model but he’s seen the way she parades each scar like a Medal of Honor. She even forgoes the eyepatch once in awhile, her and Maki taking the street by storm whenever they’re out on their dates. He wonders if the kids will ask her about it when she stops by. It’d be a pretty funny image, he admits. He can already hear her voice, unabashedly loud.

He’s broken out of his thoughts when the door opens, the slam introducing his new students.

“Are you Zenin-sensei?” One asks, he has his hair in a low bun with the exception a piece of his bang falling flat against the side of his face. Getou Suguru.

“I thought the Zenin head was way older! Like a gramp or something” Another one speaks, his hair pure white and he’s hiding his eyes behind dark round sunglasses. He has a lollipop in his hand, using it to point to Megumi. Gojo Satoru.

The last one, a short girl with tired eyes and short hair glances at her two companions before heading to an empty seat. Shoko Ieiri.

“I’m not Zenin-sensei but I am your teacher” He answers Getou with a nod, turning to whats most likely going to be the the biggest pain in his ass. “The person you might thinking about, Gojo-kun, would be the deceased Naobito Zenin, I became the head only two years ago. My reign hasn’t been that long in comparison to the old bastard.”

“Wait if you’re not a Zenin then how’re you the head?” Shoko questions, shifting in her seat.

“I took my husband’s last name and despite being the head, I have no intentions of changing it.” He answers easily, writing his name on the board. “You may call me Itadori-sensei.”

[dcptcnx]

in honor of my baby girl being shown to the world, I shall make some Nozomi x Gojo hc!

when they first met at jujutsu high, he made fun of her. why? Well she had these special tap-like shoes that would help her judge distance in the halls. Gojo jokingly asked if they would be doing tap dance and well…she walked away upset because she thought her shoes would a cool ‘invention’

Gojo always helped her around school and outside of school as well. Especially the stairwells.

He kept a photo that he, geto, and nozomi were in. His arm was loosely draped around Her shoulders, as she wasn’t looking at the camera. (Poor Zomi, couldn’t see where the camera was 😭)

never spoke too loud around her. If he was loud, he would see her wince and immediately apologize. he gets really excited a lot so she would sometimes prepare for his outbursts

Let’s her mess with his fingers.

Going back on my mild colorblind gojo hc, he tries his best to describe how things look to him. She grew to think that everything wasn’t super vibrant like how others described.

“The sunset looks so gorgeous! All these reds and oranges!”

“Oh? But Gojo says it’s pastel pink, and grey!”

“What are you, blind?”

She’d get embarrassed when people would ask if she was blind when she’d say something that looked like how Gojo saw it. She doesn’t like that she’s blind, so she was very thankful that Gojo was doing his best to paint pictures for her

He would help her eat sometimes. Like soup for instance. Liquid base, he would watch to make sure she could find her mouth. Would laugh when she’d miss, but would be gentle when helping her.

Let’s her feel his face whenever she’d ask.

“Gojo, can I…?”

“Yes. I don’t mind”

She didn’t do it all the time, mainly once every 2-3 months, so update in her mind how he may look.

Overall, he’s caring of her, always protecting her, but he feels ecstatic that she always wanted him to describe things to her.

If they’re out in public, and he sees her start to panic due to the noise levels, he will grab her hand and squeeze it, letting her know that she isn’t alone.

“I wish I could see your eyes, Satoru…”

he would almost never wear his blindfold around her. Especially when in the safety of their house. Letting her fingers carefully dance around his face, lightly tracing his eyelashes, as he stared at her white eyes, his tearing up just a little.

He’d lightly caress one of her hands, and place it on his cheek, holding it in place, as her other one continued to outline his face. he’d watch as her eyes danced aimlessly at what she believed was his face she was touching.

“I know they’re as beautiful as you.” she’d whisper, before He’d carefully guide her face to his, placing a soft kiss against her lips.

She only calls him ‘gojo’ when in public. Calls him by his name when they’re alone. For the intimacy.

Gojo cries when she talks about the life she wishes she had; being able to see. So he tries his hardest to be the best set of eyes she’s ever had. And he will try to place himself in her shoes so he can learn new things.

He can’t help but get teary eyed when she holds his face to admire his features, his eyes reflecting off her colorless ones.

Wants to marry her. and wants her to see it.

THIS MADE ME CRY STOP,,,

[movedkagen]

now that i got this timeline info out of the way in  this  post,     i can address a little meta  dump about  gojo  on  the  day  of  geto’s  death.     keep in mind that all of this is  speculation,     so if canon reveals otherwise i will obviously take that into account  /  change as i see fit.     however,     in the meantime, have a meta on gojo regarding some complex feelings related to the the events in the prequel  /  geto himself.     under a read more because i know this shit’s about to get long.

i feel that gege not showing gojo killing geto was intentional.     the prequel was only 4 chapters,     but those four chapters had  love  as the recurring motif behind curses,     friendship,     and  self - realization,     and gege themselves said that whatever gojo said to geto can be found in volume 0   ------   the volume where he says   ‘love is one of the greatest curses of all’.

geto’s death is not one of anger,    or even violence once he’s confronted with gojo.     the final scene where we see geto alive leaves geto and gojo’s parting somewhat affectionate,     despite the obvious tragedy.     geto’s last words are  literally  him reassuring gojo that,     despite not caring for humans at all,      he  never  stopped  caring  for  his  friends.

so why do i highlight all this?     because i am confident he made it merciful,    painless.     but then i remember that the first time gojo made airs that he would attack geto,     he  couldn’t.     and even then,     geto parted leaving the idea that if he did kill him one day,      there would be meaning to it.     which brings me to my next point  ...

what  is  the  meaning  in  killing  a  man  who  is  dying,     anyway?

did gojo kill geto,    or did he simply stay with him in his final moments,     until he was sure geto was dead?     the exact text is that gojo states  he  killed  his  best  friend.     and i won’t argue that he didn’t.    but i will say that gojo didn’t leave that moment blank.     i will say that before killing him,     gojo stayed with him and they talked like old friends,     both speaking as though no time passed at all while knowing in the depth of their hearts that too much time had passed,     that  far  too  much  time  had  gone.

i want to bring up this screencap: 

now,     i just don’t think this was a thoughtless mistake.     shouko doesn’t dissect every single dead sorcerer   ------   she only dissects the especially powerful,     those the shamans might hope to gain something from.     geto,     a special grade sorcerer who  ingested  curses,     would have been a prime example of that.     but for some reason,     gojo  didn’t  do  what  he  was  supposed  to  do  and  give  geto  to  shouko  to  study,    which  getwo  knew.

which leads me to think two things:     a)  i can see geto  specifically  asking  gojo not to let the shaman’s have his body for that reason,     and b)  there had to be a reason gojo did  not  let the shamans have geto’s body.     you could argue that gojo isn’t the sentimental type,   and i wouldn’t disagree.     but i will point out that geto consistently is one of the  only  characters that can elicit an uncharacteristically emotional response from gojo.

the other thing i want to point out is that it makes sense for geto to leave gojo with the final wish that he  not  give his body to shouko,     and it makes sense for gojo to honor that wish   ------   not just because he cares for geto,     but because he cares for shouko,     too.      geto was shouko’s best friend as well as gojo’s.     having to take him apart at the request of the higher ups likely would have hurt them both immensely.

now,   the reason i separated my previous post about the timeline from this one is because i argue there’s another influence at play here:     tsumiki.

before geto and gojo talk at all,     geto first asks if his family is safe.

gojo took megumi and tsumiki in when they were young children.     he’s been responsible for them for half their lives,     and after we have been shown that gojo is insecure about not being able to save people he cares about despite being  the  strongest.     and due to the way the timeline is,      gojo’s adoptive daughter   (   or girl he’s responsible for   )   falls into an apparently incurable coma that no one can do anything about,    himself  included.

i bring this up because i can picture geto’s daughter’s  asking  gojo for the body.     and i can picture gojo only being able to think of tsumiki when that happens.     and i can therefore easily picture him heeding that request   ------   why wouldn’t he give geto’s body to people that love him over letting him be desecrated in death for the shaman’s personal gain?     it is something to think about.

[seoafin]

still the same prev anon, and omg the sukuna one. i feel like there’s a misconception of him especially in the int. fandom bc it’s not visible in the translation but jjk is influenced by buddhism heavily. there’s no real concept of good/ evil in it. and by that the whole power system is derived from it (speaking as a buddhist), there’s 2 main things that affect our karmic law : akusala and kusala. i wonmt be going too deep but just like jjk. examples on akusala are depression, melancholy (1)

sloth, those are not considered to b evil as we know it in eng. and kusala is the opposite but is NOT considered as “good”, examples are intelligent, skillful, contented, beneficial and good. basically kusala are what most buddhist should stride for, it’s possible to achieve enlightment thru sunyata first. meaning emptiness in the sense of recognition of good n evil being 2 opposing principles but not a reality, emptying the duality of them and acheieving a oneness. Tl;dr buddhism has always (2)

been abt suffering (negative emotions) and enlightment. and i’m,,,, somewhat confused when ppl are saying sukuna is evil. he’s not at least not in the western sense of the term. he’s chaotic. just pure, unaldurated chaos. he’s human nature completely stripped of its humanity and that’s why he’s so fascinating. seeing the fandom reducing him to the “mob boss who’s only capable of loving his s/o and would destroy the world if they wish so” is disheartening for me 😞 (3/ i forgot if i wrote 2)

and to an extension, he doesn’t have the capability of being compassionate that most ppl think. i’m not gonna namedrop but someone was basically like “DO NOT write dub/non con for sukuna” bc it just (idk what the exact word was i forgot but for me it sounds close to glorify) r*pe culture in fandoms which by no means i am doing it rn but the only time manga readers saw him as “compassionate” was that time with jogo being insecure of his power after that showdown with gojo and that was ONLY (4)

related to his strength not the “yea i saw the good in u </3 that the fandom constantly potrayed. and i can’t and won’t ever see him fit in the “being gentle for 1 person” trope. not that it’ll stop ppl from writing it that way 🥴 and no matter how u look at it, content creators put a lot of effort into what they’re making no matter how dark it is b i won’t ever shit on them for having a different take on jjk characters. (5)

how do u actually view sukuna or the jjk characters doe 👁👁 i've always wanted to ask but i kept forgetting until the post. tldr = i'm rambling abt the mischaracterization that the fandom constantly do and i'm so sry for putting this in ur inbox

Thank you for taking time out of your day to write all of this anon!! You didn’t annoy me in the slightest, and everything you said is super fascinating!

everything you said is RIGHT!! You put it so well! Buddhist influences are heavily incorporated in jjk and some examples are blatant like gojo's "I alone am the honored one" quote and sukuna's four arms, however there are also underlying buddhist themes in the manga that I do think western fans wouldn’t be able to get unless they’re somewhat familiar with Buddhism.

as western fans i feel like we have to be cognizant of these cultural differences and address them with cultural awareness and nuance (which is inevitably lost if when you’re just horny about characters which hey! isn’t bad!) But there’s a level of respect we have to treat characters with which means we can’t push our western assumptions onto these characters either (that’s also a reason why lgtbq/gender discourse on JAPANESE characters in JAPAN made by western fans always irritate me like you cannot carelessly approach these things without nuance!!) (yes I am @ ing the BNHA fandom lmaooo)

but you’re completely right about Sukuna’s character!! I myself cannot write Sukuna as anything other than what he is, and that is someone who wouldn’t be nice to his s/o (? can i even call it that?) I just...don’t think he’s capable of love (in the way we think about it anyway). Fondness....maybe...if you don’t bore him but typical love? Unfortunately no. I literally don’t think any relationship with Sukuna would be healthy in the slightest, and like I said, unless the reader’s a super freak (which, hey good for them!) It probs would veer into the noncon territory lmao

Also LOL this is funny but I also saw that post you’re referencing. While I did agree with some of the points made, I didn’t agree with all of them. Dub/non con is not the same as pedo****** and in*** and I say that as someone who studies theoretical media + I’m also a lab assistant in a media lab where we regularly talk about sexualized r*pe (aka written by men) vs fantasy r*pe. (If you guys want me to make a post about it going into more depth then I will)

i think you’re completely valid for having those feelings. especially as dichotomy between good and evil is always framed in the western sense of things, because that’s how western fans make sense of these concepts. Meaning does inevitably get lost in the translation (I haven't read jjk in Japanese but maybe I'll attempt it over the break if it isn’t too hard but i have a feeling that some of the terminology is going to go straight over my head lol) 

In the end, people are writing for fun so they might not be too inclined to well, care about these differences, and like I said before people can interpret the characters how’d they like, so I don’t really think about it much. But for me, I’d like to be mindful of jjk’s themes when writing about it!

[misakiyata-karasu]

How would the jungle members react when their s/o member dissappears and after some times (when they run into scepter4 or homra for example) they would find out that s/o tried to commit suicide and is in a coma since that?

SUICIDE ATTEMPT TRIGGER WARNING

SERIOUSLY

DON’T READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS STUFF

IT’S NOT GRAPHIC BUT PLEASE BE CAREFUL

ILY GUYS SO DON’T PURPOSELY READ STUFF THAT’LL HURT YOU.

Nagare Hisui

He doesn’t fret too much about your disappearance at first.

It’s a dangerous time and it’s very possible that you had to go into hiding for a couple of days in order to avoid the other clans.

As for why you hadn’t contacted him, he assumed that you must have your reasons for that as well.

Though, as more and more days pass without a word from you and without any sightings of you (and yes, he has been using the resources at his disposal to keep an eye out) he begins to become more and more concerned.

Struck with the realization that you may have been hurt in a fight with Scepter 4, HOMRA, or the Silver Clan, he decides to check all of the hospital databases for someone matching your description.

He comes across a Jane/John Doe matching your description.

What surprises him the most is when he sees that they hadn’t been admitted for injuries consistent with what he would have expected from a fight, but instead it was an overdose.  

It was rather hard to believe at first and he would have an incredibly difficult time trying to understand how his s/o could have overdosed, wanting to chalk it up to an accident, but based on the doctor’s notes it was evident that that wasn’t the case.

He would have gone to the hospital himself if it weren’t for the situation at hand. 

So he sends the other members to alternate keeping an eye on his s/o while they are in their coma.

When no one can be there, he has Kotosaka sitting outside the window since it is the closest that he can get to seeing his s/o in person.

Waiting for them to wake up is quite distracting

He does his best to continue forward with his plans, but his significant other is never far from his mind.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t get to see them wake up and his significant other wakes up from their attempted suicide to learn that the slates had been destroyed, JUNGLE beaten, and the love of their life lost.

Tenkei Iwafune

Tenkei frets quite a bit over his significant others disappearance.

He appears to be pretty laid back about it even though he is worried.

Though he knows that they are quite capable of taking care of themself so he tries to not let it affect him since surely his significant other would come waltzing in and laugh at him for getting so worked up.

Still, he was unable to shake the pit in his stomach as his significant other failed to return by the time that they go to retrieve the Dresden Slate.

He finally hears word about their location, but unfortunately, it’s from the mouth of Munakata Reisi, informing him that his s/o (only known to Munakata as one of the J ranking members of JUNGLE) was being carefully monitored in a high security facility after having been brought in with a gun wound to the head that had been taken care of quick to preserve their life, but had left them in a coma.

Tenkei initially assumes that either Munakata was telling him this to throw him off (which he partially was, even if it was true) or that they had been attacked.

But, he had no way of knowing their relationship and it was clear that he took no pleasure in revealing this information.

It was hard to stay focused, but he managed to ensure that everything went according to Nagare’s plan.

It was awful for him knowing what kind of condition that his s/o was in without being able to visit them.

Once Fushimi Saruhiko joins, he presses him for information regarding their condition, but doesn’t end up getting a lot out of him.

Shortly before the Dresden Slate was destroyed, he managed to sneak in to see his significant other, spending as long as he was able to holding their hand while they slept and gently kissing them and asking them to wake up soon, even without knowing whether or not they would be able to hear him.

When his significant other finally does wake up, they are informed of his death, but without any memories of the man named Tenkei Iwafune, they can only assume he was someone important to them based on the dull ache in their chest and the tears that stung their eyes.

Yukari Mishakuji

When asked about whether or not he was worried about you after a couple of days, he cheerfully responded that ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder.’

He’s not all that worried about it.

If you were flying under the radar then there was likely a reason for it.

Plus worrying too much would give him wrinkles.

It seemed that fate had stepped into play, working in convenient ways as Kuroh had been the one to find his significant other with a noose around their neck in their apartment by complete coincidence. After cutting them down and bringing them to the hospital, he tracked down Yukari.

Adorably honorable as always, Kuroh told Yukari the news without any intentions of crossing swords with him.

As he did, the smirk on Yukari’s face wilted away and he left quickly without even teasing Kuroh for wasting the opportunity to kill him while his mind was elsewhere.

When he arrived, he was informed of the situation.

A lot of it went in one ear and out the other, but from what he understood, his significant other had been placed in a medically induced coma for some reason or another after attempting to kill themself.

He was horribly distraught, not understanding why his dear significant other would want to take their life.

He spends a lot of time with them when he isn’t following Nagare’s orders.

He also makes sure to bring fresh flowers whenever the previous ones he had brought began to wilt and would recite poetry and read to his s/o during his visits.

He’s relieved when they finally wake up.

Yukari makes it very clear that while he is busy that he isn’t ever too busy to listen if his significant other needs to talk because they are the most important thing to him.

When he can’t visit for longer than a day or two after they wake up, he makes sure to send something to let them know that he is thinking of them; jewelry, flowers, perfume, a stuffed animal.

Sukuna Gojo

Sukuna had been pretty distracted, he knew that. He was so focused on getting the highscore in this new game that Nagare had constructed that everything else seemed to cease to matter.

He had to win.

Even if it meant that he put his s/o on the backburner for a little bit.

Because of this, he completely missed the signs of their downward spiral and it took him a bit longer than it should have to realize that he hadn’t seen them.

He tried calling contacting them through the JUNGLE app, but got no response.

Mixed with anger and worry, he put out a mission that would reward points to anyone providing credible information regarding your whereabouts.

It didn’t take long for him to get a hit from a nurse at a local hospital who recognized his s/o as someone who had been brought in the morning before by someone who found them after they had attempted to drown themself.

Sukuna didn’t know how to feel.

Part of him was mad that his s/o didn’t say anything to him and also mad at himself for not noticing. Then there was the part that was so anxious that he thought he would puke and cry at any moment. To top it off in the cocktail that was his emotions, he was relieved that his s/o was alive and had failed in their attempt.

He spends as much time as he can at the hospital, even sneaking in after visiting hours with the help of lower ranking members, by his s/o’s bedside ‘guarding them from any cheating adults’, he claimed.

When they finally did wake up, he gave them an earful until he had finally calmed down.

“It’s not worth it if you aren’t here… so don’t do anything dumb like leaving me alone or I’ll be super pissed off, got it!”

He’s still just a kid really and doesn’t know how he is supposed to help, but he tries his best.

———-

This being written, please if you are considering committing suicide or harming yourself, talk to someone. Anyone. Preferably someone medically licensed to actually help you, but if that’s not available to you, then my ask box is open or you can absolutely pm me. I’m not always on and I definitely won’t always know what to say, but I’ll try. 

Please just reach out and don’t do it because you are important to someone. Yes, you that is possibly sitting there and reading this and saying ‘yeah, most people, but not me.’ Stop that. Someone cares. I promise. You have made someone’s day once, whether you’ve realized it or not. Someone gives a shit about you. If no one else, then I do. I genuinely give a shit. Like, if I found out that you killed yourself I’d cry even if we have never talked. You’re worth life, you’re worth health, you deserve to be happy no matter what anyone, even yourself, tells you. 

Please forgive me for any spelling mistakes and stuff. It’s 1:30 and I’m very tired. I’m probably gonna go to sleep soon.