#kugisaki x reader angst

[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

SHIBUYA INCIDENT - Blurbs

This features Nanami, Kugisaki, Fushiguro, Itadori/Sukuna and Gojo

This contains: Spoilers on the Shibuya Arc, blood, death (one reader death) and cursing... please enjoy as this is my first time writing :))))

Taglist: B L A N K 🤭🤭

Nanami Kento -

You were met up with Itadori while looking for your husband, you knew the mission was dangerous and you came with Shoko. She told you strictly not to leave your post because you were safe with her. You didn't listen...at all. She looked back to talk to you about something and you were already jumping off the building, stopping yourself with the help of your cursed technique.

"Where's Kento?" Then you look where Itadori's eyes stopped, wide and in shock. Mahito's hand touched your husband's bare back when he was distracted with the other curses in front of him. "Kento...no..." His head turns toward you and his student, he's smiling softly at the both of you. "Take care of her for me... Y/n, I love y-" He gets cut off by his top-half exploding into nothing.

"No! No, no no!" You immediately rush into action with Itadori following you. Mahito goes to reach for you but you quickly activate your technique just in time to send him to the ceiling and lock him there while you look at Nanami's lower half and fallen knife. You pick up his knife and hold it close to you while you sob loudly. "I guess your husband wasn't strong enough."

Your head looks at Mahito's stupid face, smirking at your pain. With a snap of your fingers, large spikes go through Mahito's skin. The time limit on the ceiling wears off and he falls even more onto the spikes. "I couldn't hear you over your fucking whining! Itadori," He looks to you, the most worried look on his face. "Deal with this fucking curse, I'm going back to Shoko. Show him hell."

Kugisaki Nobara -

"Was that Mahito?!" She nods and grabs your hand to then pull you along. "We have to stop him now, I already wore him down." You run alongside each other, following the figure down the subway station. "You wanna get boba afterwards? If we live that is." She gives you a small smirk. "I have you with me and you have me with you, we'll be fine. So, yes, I do."

You both get to the bottom of the stairs and see Mahito running toward...Mahito?! There's two Mahitos?! Oh, and there's Yuuji. "Ready?" You look at your girlfriend with a smile. "Of course, this'll be fun." You notice that they didn't form back together, one was running towards you both and the other was going toward Yuuji. "Look out!" You hold her hand tightly as you wrap vines together into a shield.

"See we'll be fine." Two of Mahito's stitched hands break through the wall of thorns, touching Nobara and you. She covers her left eye and you can't see out of your right. "Nobara, I'm scared...I didn't want to die this soon." Yuuji stops a couple feet away from you both. She uncovers her eyes, reaching for your hands. "Someone will come. But if not, we'll still be together. Smile Y/n," Her hand cups your jaw and your hand immediately rests on top of it, tears brimming your eyes.

"You know I hate seeing you upset." A loud pop and your girlfriend's blood decorates your face and clothes. You take a couple of deep breaths and let out a loud screaming sob. "NOBARAAA!" You draw out the last letter of her name whilst screaming. Then you feel yourself go silent permanently, death felt different than you expected. You thought you were alone...

But then you realized, you were both still holding hands, even through death.

Fushiguro Megumi -

"Megumi?" As you stand near the exit of the alleyway you were in, you see get flung harshly into the wall. "Babe? Holy shit!" You look to what threw him into the wall and gasp. You see Shigemo and then the most powerful curse that most people couldn't defeat. "Mahoraga...it was his last resort." You look at your boyfriend, blood spewing from his open wounds.

"Jesus Christ Megumi. You are the most handsome idiot I've ever met!" Another person meets the ground at a harsh speed, kicking up dust and asphalt from the streets. You cover your mouth with the top of your oversized jacket and close your eyes, still holding Megumi close. When you feel the smoke clear, you open your eyes, now close to no other than Sukuna.

You grab the knife on your belt and hold Megumi even closer to your body, not letting your eyes fall off of the King of Curses. He squats down to your level, eyes still locked on yours. "You're Megumi's woman, yes? L/n Y/n." You nod, keeping the knife pointed at him. He sighs and grabs your wrist quicker than you can react. You try to pry his hand off your wrist, grunting.

"Drop the knife." His voice booms due to the close proximity. You drop it and hold him close. His hand reaches forward to Megumi and you notice all of his wounds start to go away. "That's all I wanted to do, woman. I know you'll stay put, now if you'll excuse me." He hurries away extremely quickly as you pick up your knife from beside you. You press your hand against his palm and bring it to your lips.

"Stay with me Megumi. I'm right here this time."

ITADORI YUUJI / RYOMEN SUKUNA -

You were hiding until Choso left the bathroom, you heard the fight from the distance. "Itadori..." You rush in front of him, checking his heartbeat. He's breathing but slowly...it's slowing down...his fingers are moving. "Yuuji, I'm right in front of you. I'm right here. Please open your eyes." You hear soft chattering and look in the direction quickly.

"It's just some kids..." You press your hands against the large wound, blood soaking your hands. A soft groan falls from his lips. "I know it hurts. I know, shhhhh. I'm trying to help you love." You hear a couple of steps and then a soft 'I knew it' from the doorway. "We have fingers, miss. This might help him." He already passed out and his pulse is becoming weaker. This was your last resort...

After watching Yuuji swallow two of Sukuna's fingers, flames touch the side of your face, burning your skin. You quickly put up a barrier to protect yourself, forced to watch the girls burn in the fire. "He's not going to be very happy when you wake him up." You open your phone to the camera and look at your cheek. Jogo looks at you slightly, annoyed by your conversation. "Why's that girl?"

"You hurt me. He's going to kill you because of that, Itadori and Sukuna made a deal surrounding me." Itadori gulped down the final finger Jogo had to offer. He looked nervous, probably because you said that. "Wake up Sukuna." Two sets of eyes open. "Get your hands off of me." Jogo moves away quickly and the girls are back as well. It must be one of their techniques.

Your barrier lowers and you bow your head to Sukuna. "Y/n." "Ryomen." He does the come hither motion with his fingers, you get up and stand in front of him. He turns his attention towards you, pressing his fingers under your chin to make you look at him. "I-I didn't put my barrier up in time." He sighs and heals the side of your face.

"I'll give whoever harmed my woman a chance to out themself right now." They all stayed silent. "Who did this to you?" You simply pointed at the curse and looked away, you've seen enough blood today. He cut off the two girl's heads and looked directly at Jogo. "Y/n," "Yes, Ryo?" He turns his head slightly. "Go hide again dearest." You nod and run to your hiding space.

"Now you, we're going to take this outside. I think you deserve it for putting your hands on my woman, don't you?"

GOJO SATORU -

You were the first and only person at the floor they were keeping your husband. You pull the lollipop out of your mouth and look at Geto with a smile. "He giving you a hard time? You shouldn't be that upset Geto, it's Satoru. What did you expect?" The eyes on the box widened at the sight of your presence. "Oh look at him, he's shocked that I'm here. Hi Pookie, I heard you got sealed."

You dodge all the attacks Geto's throwing at you while putting on Gojo's cool sunglasses. "Oh Toru, you don't mind if I use your sunglasses do you?" You press your hand to your ear, laughing. "I don't hear any disagreement so I guess I'm fine." You slide past Geto and sit on the ground near the box that your husband was trapped in. "Hello love. Thank you for letting me pick you up."

You place a big bubble around yourself while Geto tries to destroy it in any way possible. "Are you just going to sit there until I destroy this barrier or are you going to fight me?" You slip the lollipop back into your mouth and spin the box in your palm. "Well my job was to get my hubby this box but it didn't come with any instructions so my job is to wait until someone comes down here."

"Also, you're right, I'm not going to fight you. But they will!" Your technique caused every curse to turn against him... you were truly a funny lil' trump card.

[ffsg0jo]

JJK CHARACTERS AS RANDOM TEXTS ON INSTA

characters :: mahito , gojo , megumi , toji , choso , mei mei , sukuna , yuuji , geto , nanami , nobara , ino

warnings :: mei mei , throwing up (gojo) , mentions of depression (geto) , cheating (sukuna) , suggestive (ino + toji)

a/n :: saw these on instagram and i had to make these with the characters xD

reblogs and comments are always appreciated <33

© ffsg0jo 2024 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work, in any way shape or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

[uravitsy]

‘YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL’ SATORU GOJO

ACT ONE.

summary. gojo visits your grave once a year, reflecting on the limited time he had with you while going through the stages of grief. ☆

warnings. angst, sad!gojo, fem!reader! gojo x you, grief, established relationship, some smut if you squint, bittersweet ending

a/n. this is a short story i wrote over the summer, i wanted to dabble into the idea of gojo not being able to fully process his grief without the help of his students. it is a bit sad though.

ACT TWO : ̗̀➛ ACT THREE : ̗̀➛ FINALE

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"Does Gojo-sensei seem…different today?" Itadori asked absentmindedly, leaning back in his chair while balancing a pencil on his nose. He was doing everything else but the work he was supposed to finish before class ended. His two close friends, Megumi and Nobara, spared him a quick glance, as if debating whether to answer his ridiculous question.

"When is that nutjob ever okay?" Nobara bounced back another question, making Itadori stop balancing himself on his chair to think for once. The pencil he had on his face clattered onto the ground. "If anything, he's more extra than he was yesterday."

"Exactly," Itadori frowned, the invisible lightbulb above his head continuing to flicker as he thought long and hard about what Gojo could be upset about. He knew it was a stretch, and he himself wasn't too good at reading emotions, but he was sure something was off—from the way Gojo's smile seemed wider to the way his laughs went on for a second too long. "What do you think, Megumi?"

The black-haired boy stopped moving his pencil across the paper. His face remained stoic as the two beside him turned to look in his direction, anticipating an answer from him.

In short, Megumi did know why Gojo seemed off today, and it was all because of his vague memory of you.

He was a clueless child back then, but he felt it. He felt the love you and Gojo shared, something he had seen before between his own mother and father. It was strong, beautiful, like a song that only you and Gojo knew the lyrics to. It was a dance—a slow burn into the spotlight of a world you two created.

He admired it. He admired you and the person you helped Gojo become.

And though your memory was beautiful, it was also tragic. Megumi did mourn you since he remembered bits and pieces of you, but he was sure Gojo mourned you the most. Especially since today was the anniversary of your death. For as long as he's known Gojo, he knew that this one day out of the year was the time when he'd crack more jokes, tease him more, and laugh the loudest—all to mask his pain.

And he couldn't help but think it's because Gojo never properly grieved for you.

"He's the same as usual," Megumi lied. It wasn't their place to know, nor was it his. Everyone had their secrets and the stuff they keep to themselves. Who were they to pry into his business? "You guys should just drop it."

And with that, he went back to his assignment, ignoring the gawking stares from both of his friends.

"Well, now I'm even more curious," Itadori pouted, resting his chin on his hand as he looked out the window just in time to see Gojo's back as he skipped off campus. "He's literally leaving in the middle of the day!"

"Itadori—" Megumi started but got interrupted by his friends' loud voices.

"What?!" Nobara pushed Itadori away from the window so she could look. A sudden spark of curiosity consumed her as she cracked a mischievous grin. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"We should follow him!" they both said at the same time as they rushed out of the classroom with such speed they left papers flying behind them.

Megumi could only sigh. His peers were likely to get in trouble and drag him into their mess somehow. It never fails. He thought for a moment about how he would benefit from following them to make sure they didn't get caught leaving school grounds without a teacher, but he came up with nothing. He figured he should take his own advice and mind his own business, let those two knuckleheads do whatever they want and suffer the consequences for it.

They could potentially run into dangerous curses, dangerous people, or dangerous people controlling dangerous curses… and then suffer grave injuries. You know what? Maybe he should follow them from a distance.

Meanwhile, the door to the flower shop gave a soft ding as Gojo opened it. His tall frame took up the space in the small shop. Gojo ducked his head as he came in, careful not to knock over the potted plants that rested on the floor and shelves in no particular order. The air was stale with an earthy smell that was oddly comforting. It was good to know that the place remained the same after a year—the only thing that stayed the same in his chaotic life.

"Satoru!" an elderly woman looked up from her newspaper at the sound of the doorbell, thick circle glasses making her eyes appear large and almost fish-like. "Good to see you! How have you been?"

"Mrs. Yamada," Gojo bowed respectfully to the elder, to which the lady playfully pinched and pulled his cheeks. "Missed you too!"

"You silly boy, you know you can visit anytime and not just once a year, you know (Y/N) would've loved that, hm?" Mrs. Yamada made her way behind the counter, already grabbing and wrapping up a single flower. A flower that was your favorite, the same kind you'd always get whenever you would come into this small flower shop.

Gojo never understood why you didn't let him buy a whole bouquet of the flowers you loved. "Then I'd have to take care of all of them," you'd say, your laugh like a sweet melody in his ears that he constantly wanted to replay. "When it's just one, I feel like it lasts longer, you know? I seem to appreciate it more."

The memory made him frown slightly. If you allowed it, he would've bought the whole damn store for you, and you wouldn't just be stuck with a single flower. He didn't get it. He didn't get you. Even after all these years, he was still trying to figure you out.

"Ah, she used to come in every Sunday morning to say hello," Mrs. Yamada smiled warmly. "Always ready to hound me for something sweet to eat. (Y/N) had a nose like a hound and a stomach like a sumo wrestler." The brown wrapping paper crinkled against the elder's fingertips as she folded it around the flower. "Oh, how I miss her."

"Come now, Mrs. Yamada," Gojo leaned against the counter, tapping the wood with excitement. "She'd want us to smile, to celebrate her life, right?! Then that's exactly what we'll do."

"Satoru…"

Gojo waved his hands dismissively. "The usual price for the flowers, right?"

"Yes," Mrs. Yamada rang him up at the cash register before sliding the flower across the counter toward him. But before Gojo could grab it, she pulled it away. "I wanted to tell you before I closed up shop for the day, but… I will be retiring next month."

Gojo's smile fell then.

"I am getting too old, and ever since my husband's passing, I find it quite hard to manage this all on my own, no matter how much I love to do so," she patted the counter lightly, eyes glazed over in a daze as if recalling a memory. "I will be closing the shop and moving to America to stay with my daughter."

"Then are you going to sell the building?"

Gojo found himself asking before he could even think about what to say.

"I'll buy it."

Even in death, you were expensive. How was that possible? Gojo found himself using his savings to buy a whole flower shop that you weren't even here to see. But did that matter to him? Of course not. You were worth every penny—and the shop, to him, was nothing more than a shiny penny that he could buy for your sake. All because you loved it and would visit it often. Gojo couldn't let it close down; it was too valuable for the sake of the memories it held.

So now he owned a flower shop. What the hell was he going to do with a flower shop? He didn't know a damn thing about flowers.

"(Y/N)…" Gojo whispered your name as he pushed open the metal graveyard gate, the bolt making a loud creaking noise that echoed into the summer breeze.

It didn't take Gojo long to find your headstone. After all these years, he knew this cemetery like the back of his hand; at this point, it was like a second home to him. The only place where he could truly let the mask fall as he mourned for you.

In the years you've been gone, he had a long time to think—to wonder why you of all people had to be taken away from him. It made him question, curse, and cry to a higher power above if there was one. Would they be listening? Did they hear him? Did they understand the pain he was put through? And if everything was a part of the higher power's plan, then why was (Y/N) written in with such a tragic story? Why did her life become a song of such somber music?

It wasn't fair. And to Gojo, he would never make sense of it, no matter how hard he tried.

"Ah, it's a beautiful day, (Y/N)." Gojo smiled warmly at your headstone before sitting on the smooth tile, rummaging through his bag to pull out a rag so he could wipe the dust that was on top of your engraved name. "Though I bet you're complaining about how hot it is. I know, it is a little toasty, but a beautiful day nonetheless."

Wiping the concrete clean, Gojo made sure it was spotless with all the cleaning supplies he brought. He had to make up for the year he was away; that's why he always deep-cleaned your headstone since he knew he wouldn't be back until next year. He wanted you to watch the seasons go by with a pretty headstone, one that sparkled whenever the sun cast its rays on it.

"Hm?" Gojo tilted his head as if to hear your unspoken question again. "Oh! I'm doing good. Still teaching. You'd love these lot of kids, though. They have such great potential and are such a reckless bunch who enjoy escaping off campus to follow me here."

"Crap! He's onto us." Gojo heard Nobara's voice from the bushes behind him.

"Do you think he knows?" Itadori asked in his typically clueless fashion.

"He knows, dumbass." Megumi sighed before emerging from the bushes with twiddledee and twiddledumb trailing behind him. Their bantering stopped once they saw Gojo sitting by your headstone, the air suddenly becoming still as they made their way closer.

"Gojo-sensei, we can explain—!"

"Don't even," the white-haired man laughed before gesturing toward the headstone. "(Y/N), meet my students. Students, meet (Y/N)!"

"Ah! Nice to meet you!" Itadori bowed in respect, and so did Megumi.

"Why are we bowing to a dead—" Grabbing ahold of Nobara's hand, Itadori forcibly pulled her down so she could bow as well.

"Oh, you kids are in so much trouble," Gojo said with a gleeful smile. "I'm already thinking of all the ways to punish you."

"In my defense," Megumi started, "I tried to stop them."

"Yetttttt you're still here." Tilting his head, Gojo looked at his students playfully. "I hope you all enjoyed this field trip, but let's head back to campus, yeah? And get ice cream along the way!"

"Oh! Ice cream!" Itadori and Nobara spun around in a dance as they made their way toward the entrance of the cemetery, the pair just finding it best not to question who you were or what you were to Gojo. They could finally sense what Itadori was talking about that morning. He was different today, and it was clear he was sad. "La la la la la!"

"Let's go, Megumi. Do you still prefer chocolate?" Gojo turned to walk away but stopped in his tracks when he noticed Megumi staring at your grave with an expression he couldn't read. "Megumi?"

"Gojo-sensei…" His student turned to look at him. "I just want you to know that it's okay to be sad, to grieve for her."

Gojo chuckled, tucking his hand in his pocket as a breeze cut through the air, its chilled warmth wrapping around the pair. "Who's to say I don't? I grieve her every day."

URAVITSY 2024

[joedirtymadre]

Respect - Part 2

Respect - Part 1

I hope you enjoy Part 2. I think it’s ok. 👍

You stepped out of the passenger’s side seat of the car. Taking a moment to stare at the place you used to call home. It’s been years since you’ve last visited, but it’s good to be back.

“I’m home,” you said to yourself.

Gojo’s POV

I watched the first years as they spared against one another. Each one trying to practice using cursed objects. “No, no, no, you guys don’t have the right form,” I called out.

“Gojo- sensei are we even allowed to use these? Aren’t these from Maki’s collection?” Megumi asked. “W-Welll…” I laughed. “Even so, carry on! And if Maki comes by, tell her they just look like hers!” I smiled. “Seriously?” Nobara sighed.

I clapped my hands, “Chop chop people, at this point I can beat you all with just my finger!” I bragged. “Please don’t start…” Yuji groaned as he walked over to the benches to take a seat. “Whaat? Don’t you want to hear how your sensei is the best man here?” I laughed.

“In what way? The best at being annoying?” Nobara asked. I pouted as Yuji and Nobara giggled at her comment. “No, but I’ve always gotten what I’ve wanted,” I stated. “Like what?” Megumi asks. “Well, like grade class, strength, money, respect, and… ladies,” I smirked. “Oooo- OW! Nobara?!” Yuji groaned as Nobara smacked his head.

“Oh come on, there has to be one thing you’ve never gotten before,” Nobara frowned. “Nope, if I want it, I simply just take it,” I smiled. I stopped talking once I sensed Ieiri staring down at us from the top of the stairs.

We all turned our attention towards her as she stepped down, “I’m not sure that’s entirely true Satoru,” she said. “Huh?” I asked. “Don’t play dumb,” she smiled cunningly. “There was one thing this guy lost, and was never able to get back,” she said to the kids.

“What was it sensei? A cursed object? A spirit? A dessert that sold out?” Yuji asked. “No, I’ve gotten everything I’ve ever wanted before,” I frowned. “Are you sure about that?” Ieiri asked. “Then I’m all ears, tell me what it was that I lost,” I smirked, knowing she’s got nothing on- “Her,” she said. I froze, I haven’t thought about her in a while. I quickly recovered my composure, “Her? She was just one out of a million,” I said, gulping hard at my words.

“Then I guess there was no point coming down here,” she said as she began walking towards the school. “Wait, what were you planning to tell me?” I asked, curious. “…” Ieiri looked back as she stared at me. While I waited for her answer. “She’s back,” she said but before she could finish I was already racing towards the school.

Where is she? I thought as I slammed my way inside each conference room. Fuck. I need to see her, where is she? She’s not at the entrance, not the common area, not the conference room… Yaga! She has to be with him! I thought as I raced to his office.

I slammed my way inside his office, startling the two. Yaga peered around her, raising an eyebrow at my actions. Then I watched as she slowly spun around. I ripped off my headband, wanting to see her eyes again.

And there she was, my (Y/N), beautiful as ever. The room fell silent because of my commotion, “Satoru? May I help you?” Yaga asked as he stood up. “N-No… just wanted to tell you… the progress of the students,” I made up on the spot. “Very well then, as you can see I’m in an important meeting,” he said. “O-Oh yes, I-I apologize,” I stuttered, as I began stepping out. Before I shut the door entirely I hear, “Nice to see you again, Satoru.”

My heart could leap out of my chest, I haven’t heard her voice in ages. I shut the door and walked away from the office. My head in my hands, “Fuck… why wasn’t I able to control myself? Why did I act like that?” I asked myself, but I know the answer to that.

I still love her… and I regret letting her go.

I sighed and leaned my back on the wall, sensing three little brats who were peeking from down the hallway. “Come out,” I said. The three toppled over each other as they knew I caught them. “Oh hey sensei, we were just talking here about… sports!” Yuji said as they scrambled their feet. “He’s not dumb, he knows why we’re here,” Megumi sighed.

“Came to see the girl that got away?” I forced a chuckle. “Wow, so someone actually rejected you? When we go out, you usually have a flock of women around you,” Yuji laughed. “Yep, and that’s the reason why she left,” I said softly. “So it was your fault?” Nobara asked as she folded her arms across her chest. “In a way…” I bit my tongue. “Good for her then,” she smirked. “So mean… but it’s true,” I said.

We all turned our heads towards the sound of a door opening. “Well I’ll see you later Mr. Yaga! Nice seeing you,” we heard. I stood up straight, and cleared my throat.

Your POV 🫶

You looked down the hallway and noticed Satoru with 3 students. “Hello,” you smiled as you walked towards them. “H-Hi (Y/N),” Satoru’s voice cracked. You guessed it would be awkward seeing each other after all this time. You peered over to the 3 students, one girl, one boy with pink hair, and other-

You pushed past Satoru, “Megumi!” You smiled as you pulled him into a hug. H-Huh…?” The other two stared. “Oh Megumi, you’ve grown into such a handsome man! I haven’t seen you since you were a little boy,” you said excitedly. “I-I’m sorry, but I don’t remember you,” he muffled into your shirt. “Oh I’m sorry, it has been a long time. I’m the girl who would help you with your homework, and sneak you treats behind Satoru’s back,” you giggled as you ruffled his hair.

You watched as his eyes widened slightly, “Oh wow, I remember,” he said. “Mhmm, well I’m glad you’re ok. I’m glad Satoru took care of you… without me,” you said the last part softly. You turned over to the other two, “And you two! So nice to meet you, I hope Satoru is being a great mentor and teacher,” you smiled as you patted their shoulders. “Uhh…” the two stared at one another.

You hoped that wasn’t a bad sign… You then turned your attention to the other two boys. Megumi roughed up and Satoru with his hands behind his head, whistling. “I guess he’s the same Satoru,” you smiled softly.

“Nahhh, I’ve grown to be the best sorcerer here. It took true dedication and determination!” He bragged. You side eyed the kids and they returned the look. You gave a sentimental look, apologizing that they have to deal with him. “Hey I know what that look says!” Satoru huffed. “It’s nothing, it’s nothing,” you laughed.

For a second you looked up and saw a heartbroken look on Satoru’s face. “Well…” you quickly stopped and cleared your throat. “I should get going now, I have some meetings to attend,” you said as you backed away from the group. “Awe, you can’t spend some more time with us? I was hoping you could tell us embarrassing stories of Gojo-sensei,” the pink-haired boy pouted.

“Another time… and trust me there’s a couple,” you whispered to the three, who looked curious by your words. “Well, can I at least walk you to your car?” Satoru asked. “Sure!” You smiled as you led the way.

…

You both walked in silence, hearing your shoes hit the cement with each step. “(Y/N)…” he called out. You turned your attention towards him and noticed he stopped. “Yes?” You asked as you stopped as well. “I’m… I just wanted to say sorry…” he trailed off. “Oh umm…” you stumbled. “I was never able to properly apologize to you, because of… back then. I… I never stopped thinking about you- us. So when I heard you were finally back I… got hopeful. I’m sorry for springing this into you, but I don’t know when I’ll ever get to see you again,” he said softly as he softly grabbed your hand.

“Oh Satoru…” you trailed off, “(Y/N), please come back. We can try again, I’ve changed. And if there’s any other issues, I’ll keep changing,” he said as moved your hand to cup his face. “I know we can make it work,” he said softly. “Satoru-“ you were cut off.

“Please… please give me one more chance. Let me treat you right,” he said softly as he slowly leant down. You quickly placed your finger to his lips. “I can’t…” you said softly. “Why not? What’s holding you back from being with me?” He asked as he pulled you in closer. “Satoru I’m-“ you were cut off.

“I know I can make you happy! I was young and stupid back then, but now…” he trailed off. “Just give me one reason why we can’t be together?” He asked.

You pulled away and stepped back, slowly raising your left hand to show him your reason.

“I’m engaged,” you smiled as you showed him yojr beautiful ring.

“E-Enga-“ he couldn’t even finish his words. “Mhmm, a nice guy back in America. We’ve been together for 3 years now, he proposed 6 months ago and I love him with all my heart,” you said. “I see, then I’m sorry for… for everything. I stepped out of line.” He said softly as he pulled his bandana back over his eyes. “You know Satoru, I hope you find someone that makes you happy and cares for you… oh… well maybe you already found one. Or should I say some,” you lightly giggled.

“Huh?” He asked as he turned to the bundle of trees. Suddenly three kids plopped out of the trees. “Seriously? Again?” The pink one groaned as he hit the floor. “And after it was getting good too…” the girl frowned. You smiled at the group before turning your attention back to Satoru.

“I’m glad you have people beside you who care for you,” you smiled. “Me too,” he said softly. “Well, I think I should really go now. My fiancé planned a lunch date for us and I’d hate to be late,” you said as you waved goodbye. Satoru only nodded in response and you began descending from the stairs.

“Hey! (Y/N)!” You heard, and turned your head back to Satoru who was still at the top of the steps. “That color looks nice on you,” he smiled softly. You looked down and forgot you were wearing a light blue colored outfit (dress, pants, shirt, idc). “Thanks,” you smiled, before finally reaching the gates.

“Oh, and kids! Keep an eye on him! I’m sure this guy still loves the crowds,” you winked playfully before stepping into your car.

Satoru’s POV

“She’s gone,” Megumi said softly. “Yep,” I replied. “You ok Gojo-sensei?” Nobara asked. “Yeah… but now you guys know. She’s the one who got away,” I said softly as I looked down at my hand, trying to hold onto the feeling of her hand back in mine.

…

Secret end credit 🤫

“But isn’t it crazy that after all these years you still didn’t really change. I mean… she got that crowd comment right!” Yuji laughed. “Like, were you that big of a womani-“ I cut him off with a punch to the head. “Shut up you brat,” I grumbled. “Sorry sensei…” he pouted. “Anyways, back to training. You didn’t think we were done so soon, right?” I asked as I led them back to the field. Hearing Yuji and Nobara groan.

“Guess she always saw right through me,” I chuckled as I turned back to see my three students.

[oddshroom]

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

𝚂𝚈𝙽𝙾𝙿𝚂𝙸𝚂: You had no regrets as a jujutsu sorcerer, so why should you now?

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂: Unrequited love, pure angst, hurt/no comfort, character death, slight spoilers, Various!JJK x Reader, Gojo Satoru x Reader

𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃: 3,377

“Shoko”, your voice hoarsely called out.

You felt your chest rise and fall as you drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to keep your breathing steady. She looked at your body which had been leaning against the rubbles of broken down buildings, far from where you currently were had been two special grade curses which had burned away. You were just holding on as she did everything she could to prevent you from leaving. Her eyes still hadn’t moved, staring at the ground beneath her feet like she was hypnotized.

You watched her for a few more seconds before calling her name out again.

“Hey, could just sit with me?”, watching as she bit her lip before walking towards you and taking a seat on the firm ground next to you. You knew she needed to get up and do something. But then again, what else could she possibly do? Your mind was just starting to function and become aware of the impact your body had taken, it didn’t matter now. You couldn’t feel anything waist down, Shoko knew that.

“Be here with me in my last moments, yeah?”, the words left your lips in a whisper, but they were loud enough to carry. You smiled slightly at her, knowing she couldn’t bear to look at you. “Don’t say that, you’ll be fine”, she said suddenly, she was clutching onto your hand.

She was lying to herself, she was lying to you. She knew very well the injuries you sustained would kill you, the blood loss was heavy and no one was around to help. Not even her. And neither of you deserved this, nor would those who find out. You weren’t supposed to end up like this, which is what she wanted to say. “Ieiri, it’s okay it isn’t your fault”.

It took her a few minutes before she could muster up some words, her shaking grip became tighter on yours, almost painfully so. “I know...I don’t want to leave you...”. Tears started to form in her eyes, but you knew she wouldn’t cry. You knew that if you cried then you might lose control of yourself too, and neither of you needed that right now. You tried hard not to cry too. Taking in a deep breath, “How are the kids?”, you asked her softly, hoping her mind wouldn’t go to the idea of you eventually passing away. She gave you a shaky smile. “They’re good, they all are safe”. You nodded, smiling a little.

“Instead my shirt is a pocket, it has something in there”, understand that you wanted her to take it out. She carefully undid the front of your shirt, you were wearing another shirt beneath it, looking for what you wanted she reached for the pocket, her fingers felt a photographic film. Pulling it out, she sees that the objects in her hand were two photographs. “I wanted too look at it for the last time”, your smile slightly wavering into a sad one.

The first photo had been from the time of when you all had been in the Jujutsu Highschool, it was a image inside an arcade area at a popular mall on Tokyo. The image depicted Gojo losing to Geto in a fighting game, with Geto high-fiving Shoko while you had comforted Gojo all while trying to hide your laugh. Shoko smiled dryly at the image, she wasn’t the one to reminisce in the past only to talk about it if you or someone else from back then had brought it up.

She heard a snicker beside her, despite the situation you were still laughing. “I still remember when Geto milked out all the money Gojo had for the week”, you said while looking fondly at the photo. Shoko looked at you with her tired eyes, unable to fight the small smile forming on her lips. “Yeah, and then Gojo begged us for some money even though he’s rich”. Shoko looked fondly back at the picture, her eyes shining with memories. She shifted her hand so it would be between the both of you.

“Do you still remember when Gojo forgot to cast the veil?”, you ask with a chuckle. “Gojo was doing everything he could to try distract Yaga Sensei from it”, Shoko said thinking back on the memory before laughing. “Especially since we all just pointed at him”. You both couldn’t help but snicker at his misfortune.

“Geto wouldn’t stop teasing him about right after”, you said. “Geto..”, said the brown eyed girl. You glance upwards, “You ever wonder what it would have been like if things didn’t turn out the way they did?”, you said curiously. Half of your face had been covered in blood, you could feel it dripping down from your chin onto your clothes.

There was a long pause, Shoko thought for a moment. “Yeah”, she finally answered. She turned to face you, a faltering smile on her lips. “We all would have been happier, you would have been really happy”.

“Really what makes you think that?”, asking her in genuine tone. “Because you would have finally had what you wanted”.

A cough left your mouth, you knew what she was implying. It was the one thing you didn’t want to think about. “You can’t lie Y/N”, Shoko said. You closed your eyes, sighing. You opened them again, facing her directly. You shook your head, “No”, you admitted. “But, I really hoped to say it one day”, you said looking her dead in the eye, making sure she knew that you meant what you said. “However now, I can never say it personally”. Shoko was confused, what did you mean?

“What?”, urging you to continue you with your words. “In my apartment, when you enter my room go to my desk”, you paused before continuing. “The drawer which needs a key has two albums inside”. “The photographs of our time inside and out of Jujutsu High”.

Quickly taking in a breath, “There’s an envelope in which I confess, give it to him”. You looked at her with pleading eyes. “You kept all the photos?”, Shoko asked wide-eyed. “Of course I did, I thought it would be nice to think back”, you said thinking back to when you first had the idea. “However this picture is the last one I hadn’t put in yet”. Shoko didn’t dare say a word, she couldn’t believe you were going never to be able to confess, only through a little over a decade ago.

“He’ll love it”, she whispered, her throat closing up as she realized what you were planning on doing. “Just promise me one thing”. Shoko looked at you waiting for you to continue. “Tell them I loved all of them”. She could only nod at what you said.

“The second photograph”, you groaned out. Shoko brought forth the second picture putting the first one behind it. This one being of the new first and second years. “I’m glad I got to see these one last time”, you let out short breaths.

Shoko noticed your breaths become regular by the minutes, your chest was falling slightly faster all while your organs were slowly shutting themselves down. Shoko shifts so you could rest your head on her, the blood was now soaking up the white material of her coat, becoming damp in your blood.

“When I first met Yuuji, I felt terrible for the kid being put for execution”, grimacing at the statements the higher ups had made. “He’s bright and still has room to grow”, you smiled. “Nobara, despite her direct and indirect insults she is bright and determined”. “Lastly Megumi, comparing himself with Yuuji although they both are different”. Shoko continued listening to your rants about them all. “They were all like my kids you know”, you expressed fondly. Shoko knew you loved all of them equally and they loved you. You were there to help them, protect them, and keep them safe. “Although Megumi believed I would replace his mom which was his reasoning to avoid me, I always thought he was my son even if he didn’t think so mom or not”, remembering how he would do anything to avoid talking to you or even meeting you.

The dark haired boy had eventually grown to love you months after meeting him. He relied on you for more things then he ever would with Gojo. It felt as if you had made your own family with Gojo and Megumi, Tsumiki eventually came into the family as well. Making the entire family complete. However Gojo just simply thought you both were their guardians and nothing more. It hurt at first, considering that you liked him instead you brushed it off. In your own world inside your mind you all were a family. Delusional.

Shoko sighed, “It’s been a long time since we’ve talked like this, hasn’t it?”. You nodded. “It’s almost impossible not to, especially now that I’m dying”. Shoko stared at you in disbelief. “You’re not dying!”. But you just laughed. “You think I’m immortal? You think I won’t die? What about those Special Grade curses who came here?”. You motioned to the now burned away curses. You were right, at this point you’re beyond the point from making a return. The only way you’d even live is if they had hooked you onto life support to keep you going, but you’d be bedridden your entire life. You wouldn’t want to live like that, you’d only suffer.

“Ieiri”, grabbing Shoko’s attention. “The day when Gojo said that Geto was his best friend, his one and only”

“I want you to know that you’re my best friend, you’re my one and only”. Shoko couldn’t help but cry, the day when those words left Gojo’s mouth it had made her feel as if she was never their friend, yet here you were comforting her when you’re getting closer to kissing death.

You pulled her into a hug, tears streaming down your cheeks too. “I don’t have much time left”. Shoko sniffled and buried herself deeper into your embrace as the words left your mouth. You held her close and kissed her forehead. “I love you”, you said softly. “I love all of you, maybe in another world we all are happy”.

You rested your head against hers, your breaths were becoming shallower and your conscious was slowly leaving. Shoko didn’t know when your hand dropped to your side, the blood staining your shirt now darkening her white coat. She just stayed quiet watching the scene, knowing that you needed your peace and quiet as your breathing steadily slowed soon gone, your body losing strength and all feelings, finally your heart beating slower and harder than ever before before it came down completely with no pulse. You were gone.

Your body had gone limp against her, the warmth leaving your skin and being replaced by the chill of death. Your blood soaked through your clothes, the stench thick in the air. You had died in her arms, she couldn't bring herself to move your body.

The world was silent around you; all she heard was ruffling noises of her settling you on the ground. She wanted to cry, but nothing came. All that remained was grief for your loss of life. The two photographs that had been in her hand, she would make sure were in the albums. Taking the photographs, she put them away in the pockets of her white crimson stained coat.

Her fingers brushed against yours as she did so and a sharp pain shot through her body like an arrow of ice through her heart, freezing her where she stood. The sensation didn't last long however, it disappeared after seconds as the reality of what had just happened hit her. You died, you’re not here anymore.

Days have passed since your death, she had your body be brought to her lab while preparing for your funeral. The news of your death spread like wildfire among other jujutsu sorcerers as well as the council. The first years and second years had taken your death the worst, believing you’d come back just as Yuuji did. Denial was something shoko was unfamiliar with, she was usually straightforward when it came to stuff like this. Except this time. What else could she say, you were like a parental figure to them. Who wouldn’t be in denial if they lost someone they loved, especially if they died trying to just protect and keep you away from the very thing that would have killed them. But now she couldn’t lie to them anymore, so she tried her best to comfort them and assure them it would be alright.

It had been a complete mess for everyone, having to get used to you not being there to help them with certain things or training with them. Megumi, the raven haired boy had been in his dorm the entire day reflecting. He wishes he had opened up more to you, he wishes he hadn’t been as cold as he was to you when all you did was trying to take care of him. Here was crying at all the memories he had of you knowing there won’t be any new ones. Yuuji and Nobara hadn’t been as ecstatic, knowing that the one person that treated them like their kid who would treat their injuries wasn’t there anymore. It was hard waking up every day realizing you weren’t going to be there to help them in face of danger. Your funeral was couple days away. They still haven’t talked about you being dead. They don’t think Nobara has spoken in hours. Unusual for the girl since has a lot of things to say. Yuuji didn’t know what to do, he lost a lot of people such Nanami, grandfather, Junpei, and you were added onto that list.

No one knew where Gojo had been, when he did show up he still acted the same as if your death hadn’t taken any toll on him. When asked why he hadn’t shown up earlier or said anything at all he simply replied that he didn’t want to. Not even Megumi believed him. Although his response was infuriating they could only bite their tongues and hold it back.

“How could you just say that?!”, a voice yelled. It was Maki, she looked up to you due to your fighting abilities and had even asked you to train her from time to time. Inumaki and Panda could only look away at the scene. “Listen, jujutsu sorcerers die having to do this, Y/N just met the fate of it”. Before anyone could retaliate he simply warped away with the excuse of needing to meet the council.

The white haired male was deceiving himself with that response. The days he hadn’t been at the school he was helping Shoko plan the funeral and the days he wasn’t planning the funeral he would be thinking for hours about all your time back at the Jujutsu Highschool. The Gojo Satoru grieving for someone that hadn’t been so close to him like Geto Suguru who he himself had killed, it truly had left a scar on everyone. Even if it hurt him physically. He didn’t tell anyone though, he wasn’t ready to talk about the feelings he felt he never would be. He had thought they were long gone but apparently not. He wished you could be here to hear the words coming out of his mouth, the words that would explain everything. He wishes that you both could have at least been in love. Or at least been happy together, that he would have seen that in you sooner.

Now you were gone and he couldn’t change that. There was no way you’d ever come back. He should have listened to Megumi and told you. Maybe things could have turned out differently, you would have been able to call him for help. He hoped so anyway. He just wished that you two would have talked about how you felt, instead of pretending that the feelings weren’t there. Every jujutsu sorcerer has regrets, this just happened to be a major one for him.

It was the day of the funeral, many had been gathered around your body which was neatly placed in a casket. The inside of it had been filled with flowers and red roses. Your attire was completely changed from the previously ripped up one in which you died in. Everyone had said their condolences with faces either filled with smiles feeling nothing but sadness and grief, other which were still in denial. Gojo had simply looked at you with indifference not noticing the way his fist clenched when it had been announced to lower you into the ground. They all watched as the casket had been sealed shut and was slowly being lowered into the ground. Tears were silently streaming down their faces, the now cloudy sky had started to share it’s own grief. The droplets simply pouring onto the casket before dripping down. Heads were hung low refusing to watch as the dirt hit the coffin.

The sound of weeping became deafening, no one dared speak above a whisper. The silence was killing everyone, it was as if the weight of your absence was pressing down on their chest. No one dared to leave, they were terrified, it was too soon to see you buried, it would feel too real. This was a dream that they all wanted to wake up from. The wind picked up and carried the scent of rain and flowers away. People took this as their cue to start dispersing until only Gojo remained near your grave. He had been the last to leave, setting down a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

A day had passed since your funeral, Shoko knew you wouldn’t want them to grieve. She had been inches away from your apartment, opening the door and turning the lights on. She trudged towards your room before finally reaching your desk. She had taken out the two albums going through all the memories you had collected. The first album, being from when you guys were sorcerers the second one being of the new first years mixed with the second years. She realized there had been the same space in both albums to fit the photographs, taking them out she carefully place them in to their rightful spot. Before closing the album first album, an envelope was sticking out.

To Gojo, signed off by your name. She quickly retrieved both the albums and the note before driving off to the dorms calling all first and second years as well as Gojo. They were reluctant until it was mentioned that you wanted them to have something.

They had all surrounded Shoko in anticipation, until she presented the second album to them titled “My Kids”. They took it as they all looked over the photographs you had taken of them through the time you had been with them, it was a parting gift from you to them. They all couldn’t stop the tears which had started streaming down their faces as they all relived their moments with you. The first album Shoko had decided to show Gojo personally as well as handing him the letter you had written which confessed your feelings. Shoko stepped out of the room leaving Gojo by himself.

He decided to go through the album looking at the pictures longer in order to feel as if he was there. One by one he remembered every moment with you and the others. After closing the album, he read the letter which had sitting neatly to his side waiting to be opened almost a decade ago. Mentions about you not wanting to ruin your friendship yet wanting to if it meant you having a chance with him. His hands were creasing the edges of the paper, he only wished you had told him sooner and maybe just maybe he could have loved you before you died. To know what it meant to love. To know that it could be possible to do so, it made him smile sadly to himself.

You hadn’t died with regrets, however it left others with a regret of their own.

[makuzume]

If you accept jjk smau request could I please ask for any toge and nobara texts (and idk if you do shoko but if yes then her too pls I love her) please and thank you 🛐

Texting JJK Characters During the Shibuya Incident SMAU

🔅characters: Toge, Nobara, Shoko, Yuta

🔅content: implied relationship, cursing, open ending

🔅a/n: Dear anon, I apologize if you were hoping for some happy cute material, something took over me when the request said "any"😞 (Also, Toge has a part 2 bc his is special ;))

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Shoko is so hot for thinking about her calls getting through to reader😮‍💨; You can decide what happens to you or to them ;')

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[pweewee]

‘Come back, please.’ pt 2

cw: angst if you squint..

ITADORI YUJI

NOBARA KUGISAKI

SHOKO IEIRI

YUTA OKKOTSU

[akxmee]

★ 01. 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗣𝗦! 𝗜 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.

"You know we'll have to tell her eventually."

"Well, eventually ! Not right now."

The voices kept arguing nonstop. On the other hand, you were absolutely petrified. Your thoughts raced, you felt like your heart stopped for three whole minutes now and your hands were shaking. A part of you wanted to run, go to your room and lock yourself in there, but something inside you knew that even if you tried, those two strangers would hear you and you'd get caught.

There were also your pets, were they anywhere near? The fact that they mentioned their names freaked you out a lot, but there was no time to waste thinking about something that could be as simple as a coincidence.

In conclusion, you needed to grab your pets and get out of there. Around you was only useless decoration that you couldn't use as a weapon even if you tried your best to inagine it. However, you had a plate! Better than nothing. You could just..Smash it on the stranger's head or something. In a timespan of 30 seconds your mind already had a plan; stop shaking, think straight and run.

So you did, a strong wave of confidence getting into you and—

CRACK!

The loud sound filled the silence.

You did not stop shaking.

Actually, it was the dirty plate you were grabbing that slipped from your hands, fell and broke into many pieces. You gasped in horror at this as your body was getting ready to run. Before you could even react, the door was suddenly opened and a pair of bright blue eyes was looking at you.

Staring right at you, a conflicted expression on the stranger's face.

"Y/N?"

He was tall, way taller than most men you've ever known. He had gorgeous silky white hair and lashes that made his blue eyes even more mesmerizing. Not only that, but you also found out the other voice was another breathtaking-looking man; straight long black hair, dark eyes and attractive features. In a normal situation you would be amazed and even a little embarrassed to be so close to men as handsome as them, but right now all you saw was danger. They broke into your house, were arguing about something between the lines of lying and finding out — were they perhaps talking about some kind of crime? God, that's even worse —, not to mention they were a few feet away from you. That's close enough to stab you if they wanted to.

"We can explain, we mean no harm at all."

Yeah, sure.

You stayed silent, really wanting to ask so many questions but no words came out of your mouth. Now that you've noticed, they were wearing familiar clothes. The white haired boy was wearing..were those choso's pants that he left weeks ago at your home when you had a beach hangout and you swore you didn't find when he claimed he left them at your house? Not only that, all of their clothes were either dirty and torn off shoes mixed with shirts you considered long time gone.

"Who are you?"

The black haired guy placed a hand on the other boy's shoulder, looked like it was his time to talk now.

"Listen, I need you to calm down. Please, we will answer every question."

"Suguru, c'mon please don't—"

"Every. Question." He glanced at the male, frowning. "You knew this was going to happen, I told you."

He angry-whispered as he softened his expression not to look too intimidating, looking at you now. You took a few steps back, not caring about the broken plate's sharp pieces scattered on the floor. Luckily enough, you didn't step on it.

"I want every single one answered." You looked at them up and down, realizing that you were still too close to your liking. "And distance if you don't want me to call the police right now."

Their expressions sharpened. Oh, so they were scared of the police.

Nice, you could use that to your advantage later.

"Okay. Are you calm now?"

"No, but— fuck, let's be real, i will never calm down in this situation. Now, what are you doing here?"

There was an awkward silence where both boys looked at eachother while thinking of a response. The white haired boy responded this time;

"Just passing by and saw the window open."

Not only you, but the other guy looked at him as if he had no brain at all. He sighed and shook his head, giving up.

"so that's why you're wearing my clothes that i lost weeks ago? You just found them when i've been looking for them for ages? And knew my name too?"

"Satoru, just keep quiet."

Ah, that again.

"Satoru", just like your dog.

Satoru, was he okay? Was suguru hiding too? You couldn't help but think about them right now. They must be scared, maybe sleeping not knowing you're having the worst time of your life, and hopefully they're safe too.

"My pets. Did you do anything to them? I swear I'll call the police right now if something happened."

The black haired man looked at you, actually looked at you. Like he was trying to find the words to throw some horrifying news in your face.

"We are fine."

"We?"

"Satoru," he signaled to the white haired boy. "and suguru." Then, he pointed to himself. "We are fine."

They kept silent. You laughed. Laughed so, so loud. This had to be some kind of bad joke, something to make you pay for all of your mistakes in your past life. Something about you felt some kind of relief for a minute.

"Oh my god— man, were you two sent by shoko? Tell her she's not funny at all. I almost believed you broke into my house for real!" You opened your hand, offering it to them."Just give me the keys and I'll let it pass."

Silence once again. You kept laughing until the sound of your laughter faded, looking confused as to why they didn't give you the keys yet. In fact, they didn't even have something in their hands neither did it look like they had something in their pockets.

So naturally, you were confused at first. How could your pets become humans in the first place?

And then it hit you.

Hybrids.

They could if they were hybrids, and that would only mean that you've been taking care of hybrids this whole time.

"Wait a second, because that just can't be."

"It can. Don't the similarities look too familiar to you? Look, i have the same eyes and hair as when i am a dog. And look at sugu! He's got—"

"No, it can't be."

You denied to believe the truth. Yes, the dots connected and it all made sense now; the clothes, the argument that you heard, the fact that they knew your name..but it couldn't be. Satoru and Suguru couldn't be hybrids.

"Because you refuse to believe hybrids exist? Y/N, the government already confirmed it." Satoru spoke softly, trying not to push any buttons. "We are hybrids."

"You are killers."

You shot the bullet.

And their faces said it all. Satoru's sweet tone while trying to explain it to you faded into silence and Suguru's eyes held a feeling of conflict, hurt. They expected you to think that, of course, but their imagination could never get close to your cold voice full of betrayal as you pronounced those words. Satoru tried to reach for you, his hand barely unnoticeably shaking as he tried to touch you to hold you and assure you everything he needed to say before you said those words again.

But you smacked his hand.

And It hurt more than it should have. It burned a piece of his soul.

"I know what hybrids have done. I know that you kill us humans just because you think you're better. Was it just that? You came into my life just to take it, to kill me?"

Satoru just stared at you, looking away soon after hearing that not being able to meet your gaze. You really thought they would kill you right now?The idea of even hurting you made them feel sick. If they wanted to, they would have done it so long ago.

But they didn't.

Because they, hybrids, had a home just like humans do. Somewhere, someone to call a home.

"Y/N, we would never hurt you." Suguru, observing that his friend was unable to defend himself any further, talked. "You are precious to us. That's why we didn't tell you, look at you right now."

Suguru took a step further, slowly approaching you.

"This is not what we want. If we wanted to do something bad to you, we would already have so long ago."

Another step.

"So please, trust us and let us explain. We're not what you think we are."

You hesitated but let Suguru get closer while you did so. He place his hand on your shoulder, making you look up to him. He was so alike to your cat it felt surreal. Same long black hair and dark brown eyes that, if the sunlight illuminated them, turned into a beautiful honey color. He even smelled the same as his scented pet shampoo. Swallowing, you nodded.

This was the craziest thing that ever happened to you.

And you were just accepting it.

Maybe that made you guilty aswell.

"You two have exactly 10 minutes to explain every single thing from the start. No tricks allowed."

You think you've never seen brighter smiles in your life after you said that.

Now you were in bed with Suguru since satoru offered to clean the broken plate pieces all over the floor while you two talked. You were facing eachother, and he was keeping his distance as he promised he would do.

Until now, everything he explained to you was mind-blowing. He started with the government lying about them, and that's when you understood why they didn't want you to call the police. He admitted that they never did something like killing or attacking someone impulsively "just because of their animal instinct" which you now believed. So now, you were just laying in bed staring at the ceiling with him. Different types of questions were still on your mind, but Suguru said that you can wait until tomorrow now that the important things are cleared and he didn't want to overwhelm you.

However, there was still one thing you needed to know.

"Hey, Suguru."

"Mhm?"

"Isn't there anything I could do? To help you both."

He didn't even think about it, answering immediately.

"No."

"Why not? Can't I just.. talk to your people like they do in the movies?"

Suguru laughed a little, happy that you were comfortable enough to make jokes. He had such a light laughter that matched his soft voice perfectly.

"I'm afraid not."

"But you didn't answer my other question. Why not?"

"Because we are killers, Y/N."

You stopped looking at the ceiling stare at him and when your eyes looked to your side to do so, you found out he was already staring at you calmly. That stressed you a little, what he just said didn't make sense compared to what he had claimed an hour ago and you were not in the mood to get scared again.

"But you said you didn't kill anyone."

"We didn't." He paused, a sad smile across his face. "Hybrids do. And as long as we live, we'll always be seen as equals."

There was nothing else said after he said that. It left you thinking about how cruel life is to them, while he looked as peaceful as ever. He already assimilated it, that's how hard it was for them.

Be born as a killer, die as one too.

"Suguru."

He hummed again in response, maybe wondering why were you asking so many questions when he already said he would answer them all tomorrow.

"You're still hiding something from me, aren't you?"

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.🌷

—𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: first chapter done! We had mostly suguru here, but next chapter we'll have a lot of satoru and a new character to the story ;).

(also, reminder that english is not my first language. Please dm me any mistakes you might find to fix them asap!)

@kingshitonly @snake-lover-artist-blog @ashers-playpen @pizza-market @channies-bbg-room @pdacex @spindyl @foliea

—𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

[glearyyyne]

the boy is mine

Synopsis: After your business trip, you head back to the Jujutsu High only to hear that there are newly transferred students when it hasn't been that long since Kugisaki and Itadori came. You didn't think that the new student will potentially be your rival to your boyfriend.

Word Count: 5,247

Warning: 18+ DNI, student-teacher relationship, Jealousy, possessiveness, marks, injury, tied wrists, new students.

Note: Yes you read the warning, this is a student-teacher relationship. This is like half of the smut since I'm still not confident to write it but I want to challenge myself to write smut. this story might be cringe to you though since I already find it cringe at the end T-T But I can't ditch this since I already finished making this so I hope you enjoy it!!

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"Are there new transfer students again?" you asked nobara, who sat nearby, meticulously filing her nails while filling you in on the latest gossip from Jujutsu High during your brief absence on a recent business trip.

You were taken aback by the news of more transfers, considering it hadn't been long since Nobara and Yuji joined the school.

Nobara hummed in agreement as she blew on her nails, and you continued unpacking your things from your luggage. 

"What did Sensei say about the situation?" you asked slowly. 

"Oh, he's the one who introduced them to us, and, take note, he was happy while introducing them," Nobara answered. 

You stood there, holding your clothes, suddenly feeling a surge of jealousy.

"What do they look like?" you quickly asked, not noticing how Nobara smirked before she answered. 

"Oh, well, just a girl and a boy. I heard they were from Kyoto under Utahime's supervision, but I don't know the story behind why they were moved here," Nobara simply answered.

"They've already met Maki-san, Inukami-san, and Panda-senpai, so the only person they haven't met is you, a third-year student," Nobara added. 

"So, am I meeting them later?" you asked after finishing hanging your clothes in the closet and putting away the luggage.

"I don't know, they're on a mission right now. Megumi's assisting them," Nobara answered. 

"Then I guess we should head for training," you said while walking out of your room, leaving Nobara whining since you picked training instead of going shopping.

**

You and Nobara stopped training, catching your breath after some intense combat training. 

Just as you were about to drink water, you heard a commotion from the training room. 

The door was slightly open, revealing an annoyed Megumi before he opened it widely to let someone, or some people, through.

You were met with unfamiliar faces, their sheepish smiles suggesting a mix of nervousness and excitement. 

"Nobara, it's your time to tour them," Megumi instructed her. 

"What? Gojo-sensei specifically asked you to tour them!" Nobara argued back, leaving the two of them in a back-and-forth argument that made you sigh.

"Sorry about them, they're like oil and water," you apologized to the newcomers.

"It's fine," the girl replied with a reassuring smile.

"You two must be the newly transferred students, I suppose?" you asked, noticing their enthusiastic nods in response.

"I'm Riku Nakamura," the boy introduced with a toothy grin.

"And I'm Himari Takahashi," she introduced with a confident smile.

"Oh, and I'm—" You began to introduce yourself, but before you could finish, Himari cut you off. 

"You must be [Reader's name]?" Himari asked, leaving you confused as to how she knew your name.

"How did you know my name?" you asked her, confused.

"Oh, the pink-haired boy told us," Himari replied casually, as you mentally facepalmed. 

'Right, it had to be Yuji,' you thought to yourself. 

You glanced at Nobara and Megumi, who seemed to have calmed down as you addressed them. 

"I'll go and tour these two; you two go have some relaxation time," you said before gesturing for the new students to follow you out of the training room. 

With a nod of agreement from Nobara and Megumi, you led Riku and Himari out, ready to show them around the school.

After walking for a while and sharing some history about a particular object you three passed by, you suddenly bumped into Satoru.

"Sensei?" you asked when you noticed him.

"[Reader's name]! I thought you were still on a business trip," Satoru exclaimed, offering you a warm smile.

"Here," Satoru added, passing you a bag filled with donuts. "I got them for you," he said with a toothy grin.

"Thanks," you replied dryly, but deep down, you were truly grateful for the gesture.

Satoru's eyes then shifted to the two new students as the conversation took a turn. "How was the first mission? Was Megumi a great help?" he asked them.

You observed the exchange, particularly focusing on Himari, who seemed to be acting differently.

"Good, Fushiguro-san was a bit annoyed, but he's a great help," Riku answered, with Himari nodding along.

"Well, I guess being stubborn still sticks with him," Satoru remarked with a chuckle.

"Oh, Riku, come with me right now. I need to talk about something, regardless of your rank," Satoru told him, prompting Riku to nod before following him.

As they were about to leave, Satoru turned to you. "I'll see you later. You know where to meet me," he specifically told you.

You nodded, already aware of what was to come.

"I will, Sensei," you replied as he smiled before he and Riku left, leaving you alone with Himari.

"You seemed close with Sensei," Himari remarked after glancing at you.

"Yeah, I've been ever since I came here," you replied casually.

"Is that so?" Himari replied, her tone neutral.

You hummed as you continued walking, with Himari following closely behind. 

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Himari possibly trying to get close to Satoru. 

But deep down, you knew he was yours and yours alone.

**

After a long day, you made your way to where Satoru was, ensuring no one was following you since it was nearing midnight, and everyone should have been asleep by then. 

Standing at the door, you took a deep breath before softly knocking as you waited for Satoru's permission to enter.

When you heard a “come in” from satoru, you opened the door slowly, keeping your gaze on the doorway as you closed it with your body facing the door.

Lost in thought, you remained standing there, unaware of Satoru's presence behind you until he wrapped his arm around your waist and whispered in your ear, "Is something wrong or bothering you?”

You felt your body heat up quickly from the closeness, but you managed to maintain your composure. 

"Nothing," you replied softly, but Satoru wasn't convinced. 

Slowly, he dipped his head down to the exposed skin of your collarbone, leaving a trail of gentle kisses that sent shivers down your spine. 

With his free hand, he delicately tilted your jaw towards him, his touch sending electric tingles across your skin. 

His lips met yours in a sensual kiss, you felt a rush of desire wash over you, melting into the intoxicating warmth of his embrace.

Without breaking the kiss, you turned around, wrapping your arms around Satoru's neck, pulling him closer as you sought to deepen the embrace. 

Sensing your urgency, Satoru pressed you against the wall, his hands firmly gripping your waist as he intensified the kiss. 

Lost in the moment, you surrendered to the passion, feeling the heat between you two grow with each passing second.

After pulling away to catch your breath, Satoru's other hand moved up to the door, stopping right beside your head as he lowered his gaze to meet yours. 

Despite the romantic setting, you felt a sense of intimidation wash over you.

"You sure it's nothing bothering you?" he asked again, his concern evident in his eyes.

You looked at him and nodded. "Yes," you replied, trying to reassure him, even though there was a hint of uncertainty lingering within you.

Even though Satoru was wearing his blindfold, you could feel his blue eyes staring at you with doubt. 

After a moment, he sighed and pulled you into a hug.

"I missed you," he said softly. "I missed you so bad ever since you went on that business trip," he added, and you couldn't help but giggle, knowing he would sulk any moment now.

"But we video-called every night when I was away, though," you reminded him.

"Yeah, but it's much better if you're here in my presence, not on some phone," he replied, his voice tinged with longing.

"Hey," he said, making you hum in response as you continued to hug him.

"You'll tell me if anything is bothering you, right?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

You nodded, replying softly, "Yes, I will."

Satoru let out a deep chuckle. "Good," he said reassuringly.

Feeling like you shouldn't dwell on thoughts of Himari, you decided to let things go, focusing instead on the warmth of Satoru's embrace.

**

As you reflected on the past week, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret about your earlier reassurances. 

Himari has been getting on your nerves lately.

Recalling how she constantly eyed the door from the training area while she was training with Maki, you remembered how you had been there, waiting to train with Maki after she finished with Himari. 

Her eyes kept darting towards the door, anticipating Satoru's arrival with his usual sweets to interrupt the training session. 

You couldn't help but feel a twitch of annoyance when you noticed how her eyes would light up upon seeing Satoru.

During one time when Satoru once again disrupted the training session and distributed his usual sweets to everyone, you were the only one who received strawberry mochi. 

It was impossible for anyone not to notice, and they all seemed to understand why you were the only one with a different treat. 

However, Himari, being the curious cat she was, approached you after the training session to inquire about it.

As you were gathering the used weapons, Himari struck up a conversation, catching you off guard. "Do Sensei usually do that?" she asked, referring to the different sweets he gave you.

"About what?" you replied, feigning ignorance.

"The, uhm, giving you a different sweet?" she clarified.

You paused for a moment, considering your response. 

Despite your irritation towards her, you decided to entertain the conversation. 

"He knew I'm allergic to those, that's why he got me strawberry mochi. That's how considerate our Sensei is," you explained.

She simply responded with an "oh" before returning to help you clean the training room.

You suddenly wanted to whack yourself for not telling the truth, especially after an incident in the classroom. You were busy taking notes when the first-years came to accompany you. 

Despite their innocent intentions, you couldn't shake the feeling that they were up to something, especially with Himari present and Riku nowhere to be found.

As you were engrossed in your notes, Nobara approached your table with a smirk on her face. 

"Oh, [Reader's name], could you please pass this to Sensei?" she asked, handing you a paper. 

Muttering a sure, you reached out to take the paper when suddenly someone else grabbed it, causing you to flinch. You looked to see Himari holding the paper.

"I'll do it, [Reader's name] is busy with notes, so instead of making her do more work, I'll do it. You don't mind, right?" Himari explained before turning to you, awaiting your reply.

Your blood boiled as you clenched your fists, trying to calm yourself down. 

"No, I'll do it, Himari. Besides, I had something to pass to Sensei—" You started to stand up, reaching for the paper, but Himari pulled it away.

"Oh no, really, you stay here and finish your notes. I'll pass this to Sensei," she insisted before swiftly leaving the classroom.

Frustrated, you grabbed the crumpled paper you had tossed aside, tightening your grip on it as Nobara tried to suppress her laughter at the situation she had just witnessed.

You quickly glanced at Nobara, who abruptly closed her mouth and averted her gaze. 

"Nobara, as much as I hate to point fingers, what was that?" you asked her, frustration evident in your tone.

"What's what?" she replied innocently, pretending to be oblivious.

"What Himari did!" you finally snapped.

"She's trying to make you jealous," Megumi interjected.

"Fushiguro!" Nobara exclaimed, clearly annoyed by Megumi's interference.

"It's better to speak up than to let things escalate," Megumi calmly countered.

"I think your idea is a bad one, Kugisaki," Yuji chimed in.

"Oh, please, I just want her," Nobara said, pointing at you, "to realize that Himari could be her potential rival for Sensei's attention!" Nobara explained, her determination shining through.

"Just admit you're there for the dr—" Before Megumi could finish his sentence, Yuji quickly chimed in, "Oh well! I think it's best if you continue doing notes," he said, with a nervous laugh.

You stared at the three of them suspiciously. "Look, I'll do whatever I have to do to her since Sensei's my business now," you told them firmly.

They already knew about you and Satoru being in a relationship. Yuji and Nobara had accidentally seen Satoru's contacts, noticing the name he had saved yours under. 

Megumi had been aware of it even before he joined the first year.

All they could do was sigh in response, muttering okay before returning to their tasks. 

You did the same, focusing on your notes, but your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of what to do about Himari. 

As you sat there, pen in hand, you couldn't shake the feeling that something needed to be done about her meddling behavior.

**

You had asked Riku to accompany you to the storage room to retrieve some boxes. 

"You take this one while I take those on the side," you instructed him. 

He nodded in understanding and went to lift the designated box, while you grabbed another.

As you both left the storage room and headed downstairs toward the classroom, Riku spoke up. "[Reader's name]," he began.

"Yes?" you replied, curious about what he was going to say.

"Are you and Sensei, like, closer than everyone else here?" he asked, his tone tinged with curiosity.

You felt a twinge of surprise at his question. 

How did he already know that when even Himari seemed oblivious? 

"I guess you could say that," you replied cautiously, your grip tightening around the box as you continued on your way.

"Why do you think so?" you asked him, intrigued by his observation.

"Well, every time he accompanied me on a mission, he always made sure to bring some sweets on our way back. He'd stare at the display of sweets and mutter something like, 'What does she want, hmm?' I just thought since you got the strawberry mochi last time, I guessed he was talking about you. Am I wrong?" Riku explained, his tone thoughtful.

You were surprised at how observant he was, especially since he often seemed quiet during training sessions. 

"I see, you're quite observant," you told him, offering a compliment that seemed to make Riku giggle, pleased with himself.

You and Riku were so engrossed in conversation that you didn't notice the staircase ahead. 

The box you were carrying blocked your view; before you knew it, you were stepping into thin air. 

Panic surged through you as you began to fall, instinctively calling out Riku's name.

Riku reacted just in time, shoving the box away and reaching out to grab your arm. 

Despite his efforts, both of you tumbled down the stairs, and you ended up landing on top of him, your body pressing against his chest as you both lay sprawled on the ground.

You began to panic, attempting to stand up but failing as intense pain shot through your ankle, causing you to whine in agony. 

"[Reader's name]! I-I—" Riku stuttered, clearly flustered by the situation.

Suddenly, someone wrapped their arms around your waist, helping you stand and pulling you into a comforting hug. 

"What happened?" a concerned voice asked, and you recognized it as Satoru's.

"S-Sen—ow," you tried to explain to Satoru, but before you could finish, you fell back into his chest again, letting out a yelp of pain.

Satoru's voice was filled with concern as he spoke to you, his arms still wrapped around you protectively. "Are you alright? What happened?" he asked, his tone worried.

As he glanced over at Riku, there was a subtle hint of jealousy in his eyes, evident to anyone who knew him well. 

However, he quickly masked it with a reassuring smile, his focus returning to you as he waited for your response, ready to offer his support and assistance.

"All you could muster was, "Hurts... so bad," as you told him about the pain. Satoru let out a sigh of concern, gently lifting you into a princess-style carry.

As he carried you, his gaze flickered over to Riku, a warning look in his eyes that seemed to say, 'If I were you, I would stay away from her.' 

With that silent message conveyed, Satoru hurried you to Shoko's clinic, determined to get you the care you needed.

After Shoko treated your ankle, you found that you could walk just fine again.

However, Satoru still insisted on carrying you like a princess back to your dorm.

"Sen—Satoru, I can walk," you reminded him gently as he lifted you, navigating the stairs.

"I can't help but think you're dangerous to the stairs, baby," Satoru replied with a smirk, refusing to give up his hold on you.

"Oh, come on, I fell because the box was blocking my view," you explained, feeling a hint of frustration.

"But that still doesn't help me with my jealousy," Satoru said playfully as he reached your door and finally let you down.

You sat down at the edge of your bed, letting out a sigh, while Satoru stood nearby, silently observing you. 

He walked up in front of you, his presence commanding attention, and took off his blindfold, placing it on your nightstand. 

Looking up at him, you noticed the intensity in his gaze, like that of a predator sizing up its prey. 

"What?" you asked, curious about the purpose behind his scrutinizing stare.

He didn't give a response; instead, he leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. 

You responded eagerly, your heart racing as Satoru gently pushed you onto the bed, never breaking the kiss.

He hovered over you, it became clear that his actions were fueled by the jealousy he felt earlier, a desire to declare his claim over you.

Satoru's hand caressed your waist, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he played with the hem of your uniform. 

Pulling away slightly, he took a deep breath, his eyes locked with yours.

“I love you” he spoke with affection showing in his eyes. You suddenly felt soft as you replied. “I love you too,” you told him with a soft smile.

He smiled and suddenly you forgot about Himari, the cause of your jealousy.

**

A few days later, Satoru organized a training session for everyone, emphasizing that attendance was mandatory.

Fortunately, you hadn't been assigned to a mission yet, so you were able to attend. 

Arriving at the training room in your usual workout attire, you found everyone already engaged in warm-ups.

Satoru stood at the front, observing everyone's movements with his usual keen eye, despite the blindfold. 

When he noticed your presence, his smile brightened, and he waved in your direction. 

Even though his eyes were hidden, you could sense the warmth in his gaze as it landed on you.

Satoru's clap echoed through the training room, effectively capturing everyone's attention. 

"Now that everyone's here, we should start our training," he announced, his voice projecting clearly.

As the group gathered in front of him, forming a line from left to right, Satoru contemplated his next instruction. 

"I'm thinking we should do pairing," he suggested, his tone thoughtful as he considered the most effective way to structure the training session.

"But then again, since y'all are not an even number, someone will be without a partner. I'll be their partner then," Satoru generously suggested.

The pairs were quickly formed: Maki with Panda, Inumaki with Megumi, and Nobara with Itadori. 

However, this left you, Riku, and Himari without partners, as Satoru had predicted.

You were about to head over to Satoru, knowing he was your usual training partner when someone grabbed your wrist. Startled, you turned to see Riku standing there.

"[Reader's name], be my partner," he said, surprising you with his request.

"Uh, but—" you began, unsure how to respond, when Himari interjected.

"Looks like I don't have a partner, Sensei," she said, her tone sweet as she batted her eyes at Satoru, clearly vying for his attention.

“Well, I guess I don't have much choice," Satoru replied nonchalantly, leaving you staring at him with frustration. 

It felt as if he were doing this on purpose, purposely pairing you with Riku instead of himself.

You and Riku moved to a spot not too far from where Satoru and Himari were standing. As you began cleaning your weapon, Riku spoke up. "I'm sorry," he started.

"About what?" you asked, looking up at him.

"That I stole you from Sensei to be my partner in training," he explained apologetically.

You sighed, feeling conflicted. "Well, I couldn't do much since it happened already," you told him, trying to brush it off.

"But really, I was just forced by Himari when Sensei said that we're doing a pairing," Riku revealed, causing you to freeze as you stared at him in disbelief. 

"What?" you asked, taken aback by his confession.

"The truth is, Himari actually knew you two were together. She just can't accept that uh, you got the strongest sorcerer?" Riku explained, his words catching you off guard.

"What?" you said again, incredulous at what you were hearing.

"Her words, not mine," Riku added, emphasizing that it was Himari's perspective and not necessarily his own.

"I don't know why, but I know it had to do with her clan. It was supposed to be only me who transferred here, as I was recommended by Utahime-san to the first grade. I needed Gojo-san to accompany me on missions since you know how it is when you're being recommended," Riku explained.

You nodded along, listening attentively as he shared his insights into the situation. 

There was more to Himari's behavior than initially met the eye.

"That's why I'm telling you, [Reader's name], to do something that'll make Himari know her place," Riku urged, his tone firm and determined.

"I've got an idea. Riku, I need you to hold my feet as I do push-ups," you instructed him, lying down on the ground while Riku looked on, confused.

"How would that be a good idea?" he asked, clearly skeptical.

"Just do it," you told him, deadpanned, sensing Satoru's gaze on you even though you didn't look directly at him.

Riku was about to protest, but he sighed and complied, positioning himself in front of you and holding your knees tight. 

You stole a glance at Satoru and Himari, noting that they were busy with their combat training. 

Despite not looking directly at them, you could feel Satoru's gaze on you, his attention never wavering.

"Don't freak out when my face gets close to you," you warned Riku, but he seemed preoccupied with glancing back and forth between you and Satoru, who was paying attention to your interaction.

"I-I don't think this is a good idea," Riku protested, but you ignored his concerns and began to do your push-ups. As you lowered yourself towards the ground, your face came dangerously close to Riku's.

Intent on making it appear as though you were kissing Riku, mimicking the style of exercise Satoru favored since it often led to affectionate moments between you two, you held the position for a moment before pushing yourself back up.

Just as you were about to complete your eighth push-up, a hand suddenly came through, blocking your face from reaching Riku. Startled, you looked up to see Satoru with an irked smile on his face.

"Is there a problem, Sensei?" you asked innocently, playing along with the situation, while Riku looked on in panic, unsure of what to make of the unexpected interruption.

"Satoru looked at Riku. "Riku, I need you to partner with Himari for now as I need to talk to [reader's name]," Satoru instructed Riku with his authoritative tone. 

Riku, sensing the seriousness in Satoru's voice, stood up and left, obediently complying with his sensei's command, leaving you two alone.

Satoru's smile dropped as he looked at you, his expression serious. "You," he pointed at you, then pointed to himself. 

"Me," he gestured to himself, before indicating the door. 

"In my dorm. Now," he commanded firmly.

You stood up, meeting Satoru's gaze, and noticed Himari staring at the two of you with an unreadable expression. 

Without hesitation, you stuck your tongue out at her before turning to follow Satoru out of the training area and towards his dorm.

**

Once inside, Satoru pushed you onto the bed after locking the door behind him. 

You landed on your stomach, about to protest, when he swiftly grabbed both of your wrists and tied them together with his blindfold.

"Satoru—" you began, but he silenced you by leaning down close to your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're playing a dangerous game, baby," he whispered.

"What game?!" you exclaimed, trying to free your wrists from his grasp.

"That," he replied, his voice low and husky, "doing our usual exercise position with someone else. You know how much I like that." His words sent a thrill through you, despite the apprehension swirling in your mind.

"But it's not fair when you let Himari be your partner when you know we're usually partners in training!" you defended yourself, frustration evident in your voice.

"Oh, baby, I see, you were jealous, weren't you?" Satoru teased, his tone playful as he held your tied wrists. 

His other hand traveled up to your shorts, teasingly grazing over your clothed pussy, eliciting a surprised gasp from you as you arched your back at the unexpected sensation.

"You were jealous too!" you pointed out, your voice tinged with accusation as you tried to suppress the moans threatening to escape.

Satoru noticed your struggle and quickened his pace, the intensity of his touch driving you closer to the edge.

Desperate to muffle the sounds of pleasure building within you, you buried your face in the sheets, trying to stifle your moans as Satoru continued to push you to the brink of ecstasy.

"So what if I am?" Satoru countered, his voice husky with desire as he continued to rub your clit, coaxing wetness to soak your panties. 

"Baby, I always show everyone how I get when I'm jealous, and I was just curious about your reaction," he explained, his touch igniting waves of pleasure that coursed through your body.

"Ngh, stop, ah," was all you could manage to reply as you were overwhelmed by the pleasure Satoru was giving you.

"How about this, baby," Satoru proposed, his voice husky with desire. 

"You stop playing games with Riku, and I'll stop with Himari."

You were unable to reply, too consumed by the sensations coursing through your body as you felt yourself getting closer to climax.

"Getting close, princess?" Satoru asked, his voice teasing as he noticed you slightly shaking.

"I am—ah," you replied, your words trailing off into a moan as the pleasure intensified, pushing you toward the climax.

"Promise me, princess," Satoru urged, his voice filled with longing, but you were too lost in the waves of pleasure to respond.

Sensing your lack of response, Satoru slowed down his pace, eliciting a whine of protest from you. 

"I was... so close—why slow down?" you managed to utter, tears beginning to well in your eyes.

"You weren't answering me, kitten," Satoru chided gently, his voice tinged with amusement as he chuckled at the way you shivered at the pet names.

"About what—ah!" you yelped when you felt Satoru slap your butt, the sudden sting adding to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

"You weren't listening to me, baby," Satoru reminded you, his tone firm yet teasing. "I asked that you promise me to stop that nonsense with Riku, and I'll stop with Himari."

"I promise! Please, let me cum," you begged desperately, the need for release consuming you.

"I will, princess," Satoru whispered into your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine as he fastened his pace once more, finally granting you the release you craved. 

Your body convulsed in ecstasy as you cum, waves of pleasure washing over you as Satoru guided you to the peak of bliss.

Satoru removed the blindfold from your wrist and placed it over your eyes, positioning you on his lap. 

"Let's continue, baby, but I want you to wear my blindfold," he chuckled, but you were still too lost in the aftermath of your climax to fully comprehend his words.

"Is there anything that my baby wants?" Satoru's voice brought you back to the present moment, and you found your voice. 

"Let me mark you," you told him, a sense of possessiveness washing over you.

Even though you couldn't see him, you knew Satoru was smiling like a fool. 

"I'll let you later, baby," he promised, guiding you to lay on the bed as he positioned himself on top of you, showering you with passionate kisses.

The rest of the day melted into a steamy night with Satoru, and as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you felt like the ultimate winner, content in the knowledge that he was yours and yours alone.

**

You woke up to the sound of loud knocking, finding it difficult to move with Satoru spooning you from behind. 

With a groan, you attempted to untangle yourself from his embrace, finally managing to slip out of bed. 

You grabbed a shirt of his and hastily threw it on before making your way to the door, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"What?" you asked, your voice groggy with sleep as you opened the door to see who was disturbing your peaceful morning.

To your shock, it was Himari standing at the door, holding a bunch of papers. "Oh," she replied, her tone smug. "Isn't your room in the other building?" she asked, her audacity irritating you.

Rolling your eyes, you retorted, "Well, it's never too bad to have a second room to sleep in."

Himari scoffed, unimpressed by your response. "Where's sensei?" she asked, her fake smile not fooling you.

"Sleeping, obviously," you replied curtly, but she wasn't satisfied. "Can you go fetch him? I need to give some important documents to him," she insisted, her tone demanding.

You had enough of her nonsense, so you snapped at her. 

"Listen here, you dimwit, can't you see this?" You pointed to the mark Satoru left on your neck from the previous night. 

"Isn't this enough to tell you that I'm his girlfriend? You can just give that to me instead of ordering me to fetch him for you," you angrily told her, frustration evident in your voice.

Himari was too stunned to speak, giving you the chance to snatch the papers from her hands. 

"I'll let him know that you dropped this off. But if you ever try to get close to him again..." You trailed off, mimicking a neck slice gesture with your hand as you smiled sweetly at her before slamming the door shut.

You sighed, placing the papers onto the coffee table, intending to deal with them later. 

You turned to head to the bathroom to cool off, but you heard Satoru's groggy voice from the bedroom. "Baby?"

"Yeah?" you replied, pausing to listen.

"Where are you? I need my morning hug," Satoru whined, his voice filled with longing.

"I'm coming," you told him, unable to suppress a giggle at his antics.

"You better be," he teased in response, his tone playful.

[tojiluv]

EYES DON’T LIE — choso kamo [chapter one]

﹟ description: IN WHICH a girl unwittingly becomes involved with a handsome stranger in a club, oblivious to his true identity of being in a famous boyband…OR IN WHICH you and Choso must conceal your secret meetings from your friends and his bandmates, especially from his younger brother and your best friend, Yuji.

warnings: none at the moment | words: 1,289

note: choso kamo x fem reader. available on wattpad —babyatsumu

"Is your brother finally back?"

With a radiant grin, Yuji vigorously nods, and his excitement is palpable from the gleam in his eyes. The news of his elder brother's return after almost two years apart has filled him with joy.

"He's been back for nearly two weeks, but he was staying at the hotel with the band to iron out some scheduling issues. He came home last night!" He exclaims, enthusiasm bubbling over.

Having completed your last class of the day, you step out of the door, and Yuji rushes towards you to share the exhilarating news. As you both make your way away from the building, you and Yuji decide to meet up with Megumi and Nobara at a cafe on campus to catch up on some homework.

You respond with a hum, reciprocating the grin on your friend's face. "That's wonderful news! What are your plans now that he's back?" Yuji leisurely walks beside you, arms casually behind his head, deep in thought about the possibilities. "Well, I don't know yet, but I think one of his bandmates is hosting a party this week to celebrate the success of the tour."

Hallow Domain – the boy band with a total of five members, Choso included. Yuji always mentions the band, but you never took the time to look them up, only catching a few songs that your best friend would insist you listen to. Their music suited your taste, appreciating any genre with a good beat and meaningful lyrics.

Yuji is their number one fan, especially with his older brother being an integral part of the group.

"A party, huh? Where's it going to be hosted?" you inquire, placing your bag on the table at the café before settling into your seat. Megumi and Nobara are already seated, papers scattered around them as they work, until the mention of 'party' catches their attention, one expressing interest and the other sighing.

"A party? Why wasn't I informed?" Nobara squeals, her papers losing priority.

Yuji chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, it's a celebration for my brother's band."

"Your brother is back?" Megumi asks before sighing, "That means Gojo is back, damn."

"What's wrong with Gojo?" you inquire.

Megumi shakes his head, "Everything. But mainly, he used to babysit me most of the time when my dad wasn't home, even though I was old enough to take care of myself. He always bothered me."

Yuji chuckles, "Well, Gojo is hosting the party at his house since it's the biggest."

Nobara narrows her eyes, clasping her hands under her chin as she scrutinizes their youngest friend. "Are we invited?"

"Well, I don't think—"

"You better get us an invite. No. Matter. What," she seethes out slowly, glaring as Yuji flinches before nodding quickly. You chuckle at the scene as you proceed to work on your project that is due soon, while the rest of the group engages in a lively discussion (mainly Yuji and Nobara) about the upcoming party until your name is mentioned.

"Maybe you'll finally get to meet Choso in person rather than hearing a bunch of nonsense stories from Yuji," Nobara states, grinning at you.

"Hey, they are really good stories!"

"Keep thinking that."

"Why you—"

It's true, though; you've never met Yuji's older brother since you became friends two years ago. Nobara and Megumi have already met Choso and the rest of the band due to their connections and having known Yuji since high school. You've met some of the bandmates, such as Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, as they had breaks in the middle of the tour for a couple of days. Still, every time you had the chance to meet Choso, something always came up that prevented the encounter.

Yuji has shown you pictures of the man, but they were pretty old, and apparently, Choso hated having his picture taken most of the time. Yet, the stories your best friend has shared have made you appreciate how Choso always prioritizes Yuji, especially being the only blood family he has left besides their deadbeat mother.

You shrug, "I doubt I could go, I have some homework to catch up on."

Nobara whines, "What? No, you have to go! It will be a lot of fun, and you'll regret not coming, come on!"

"You know she's right, homework is more important," Megumi comments lowly, his eyes focusing on his paper as Nobara glares at the Sea Urchin.

"Stay out of this, you're making it worse!"

He shrugged, not really caring for his remark, "I was just stating the facts."

Sighing, you know that Nobara won't let this go until you say yes, and you don't feel the energy to go, especially since you already went partying almost two weeks ago at a club with her and Maki. But the girl keeps begging, and you know she won't stop anytime soon, as you can see Megumi plugging his ears from the whining.

"Fine! I'll go, but please stop the begging," you exclaim, annoyance evident on your face from the pressure.

Nobara grins, sitting back down in her seat in victory with no complaints as the dark-haired male shakes his head at your response for losing your main focus.

"You will thank me later for this! Plus, you'll meet Choso, he's quite the looker, you know." She winks while Yuji scrunches up his face in disgust.

"That's my brother, don't say that stuff," he whines, covering his ears.

Nobara rolls her eyes, waving their friend's tantrum away. "What? That your brother is hot? It's just an observation."

"Yeah, a disgusting one at that! None of you can think like that about my brother, that's just weird and would be going behind my back," Yuji claims, shivering at the thought of one of his friends hooking up with his half-brother.

Chuckling, you place your hand over his in comfort, "Don't worry, Yuji. She's just making jokes, right Nobara?" The ginger rolls her eyes, "About him being attractive? Nope."

You glare, urging her to just resolve the issue.

"Yeah, yeah. That won't happen, relax, Pinky." Nobara sighs, looking at her pedicure without care. Yuji's eye twitches, "I told you to stop calling me Pinky!"

"Well, your hair is pink if you haven't noticed,"

"That's not what I mean!"

You and Megumi sigh, already annoyed with the constant arguing that happens at least once every day. Standing up from your seats and grabbing your bags, you both choose to ignore the bickering friends and decide to head out to focus better.

"They never will stop, will they?" You question, linking arms with the taller boy who shakes his head. "It's funny if you think there's a chance they ever will."

"Hey, don't leave us here!"

As you and Megumi walk away from the cafe, leaving behind the chaos of your friends' arguments, you can't help but laugh at the familiarity of their interactions. Despite the constant bickering, it's clear that your group shares a strong bond.

Megumi holds a ghost of a smile, glancing at you. "They're a handful, but I wouldn't trade them for anything."

You chuckle, "True. It's never a dull moment with them around."

As you stroll across the campus, the conversation shifts to the upcoming party. Megumi, always the reserved one, seems less enthusiastic about the idea of attending a celebration. However, you can't deny a slight sense of curiosity about meeting Yuji's older brother, Choso, in person.

"So, any tips on surviving a party hosted by Gojo?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Megumi sighs, "Prepare for chaos. Gojo knows how to throw a wild party. Just go with the flow and try not to get involved with any of the members."

Noted, you think.

⇽ meet the characters | chapter two ⇾

© 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐯 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

[itsnotmeep]

LOOSE THREADS

This is my first time writing sorry for the mistakes and it is unedited with that please enjoy:) Gojo x reader (angst) ARRANGED MARRIAGE

PROLOUGE Red strings of fate, it is funny how a string as thin as a loose thread of clothing can connect two individuals forever. People romanticize the idea of a soulmate, finding comfort that there is someone out there who is molded to fit them. Yet they forget that love is the worst curse of them all and fate is cruel. When both are in play and the strings are tied it is inevitable that tragedy will loom near.

“Hey Megumi, what's up with Gojo and (L/N) sensei?” the pink-haired boy asked. Immediately catching the attention of all the students who were taking a break from sparing with each other.

  Panda who was previously showing off his new hand bands then added “ Yeah, even I don’t know”, then with a mischievous grin on his face “ Is something sneaky going on between them? Surely you would know, you knew them the longest right”. His question would be answered with Maki wacking him on the head.

“Stop with the conspiracy theories!” Panda began rubbing his head and Maki continued rubbing her chin. “Their dynamic is interesting though, he is unusually cold to her.”

“Cold is one thing but imagine my surprise when I caught him secretly asking Shoko sensei to check her after she came back from her mission. Men are always so weird” Nobara shared, murmuring the last phase to herself. 

“Whoa you were withholding that precious information from us the whole time. Are you serious?” exclaimed Itadori, withholding information himself. 

He recalls meeting the (h/c) sorcerer the first time after his “death.” In which Gojo sensei had put her in charge of him but never acknowledged her in the process simply stating “they will watch you” without an introduction. Before continuing to explain the curse toy as if she was never there in the first place. Yet the observant boy also caught his albino teacher take a long glance at the (h/c) sorcerer as he was leaving and she was making herself comfortable on the couch.

Nobara comments would open up the floodgates and before long the two first-years and three second-years would pester Megumi non-stop. The boy could only sigh, realizing that it was a subject in which he wouldn't be able to escape.

“It’s complicated, they are married” and with that the whole field erupted. 

( FLASHBACK )

They would first meet on a spring day, when (y/n) was just a young girl at the age of 7 and Gojo at the age of 8. The albino boy was well known in the community, not only coming from one of the major clans but his birth had also shifted the plain of the cursed world, beginning the age of stronger sorcerers and curses.

(l/n) clan was relatively new, emerging as a formidable clan roughly 2-3 generations ago. While other clans prided themselves on their offensive abilities, the (l/n) clan specialized on binding and trapping curses. So when (y/n) started showing signs of a curse technique of being able to manipulate threads and traps like that of a spider, she immediately became the pride of the clan. With her cousins and older siblings falling behind, she was branded with the future.

Further emphasize when the Gojo clan reach out to orchestrate a meeting between their youngest and her. This was a key way in which the (l/n) clan could establish themselves and without a second thought agreed, sealing (y/n)’s and Gojo’s fate.

Enamored would be the word that (y/n) would describe her first meeting. She could recall it vividly. The morning was hectic with her mother and aunts festering her, making sure her hair was done and her clothes were proper. Followed by her uncles checking on her and her father watching over constantly. What dampened her mood the most was when the head of the family, her grandmother, would call her over, nagging her continuously about the importance of the meeting. What was so special about meeting a boy? She had made many male friends, so what was the problem?

The ride there only made her annoyance turn into anger.  The sunlight was hitting her face a little too much, not only making her feel hot but irritated as no shifting could prevent the sun from hitting her. Her half tied hair was too tight and she could feel the urge to itch her hair, but doing so would ruin it. There was also an itch right on the back of her neck, where the tag of her dress seemed to be.

The amount of grown ups in the car made the ride stuffy and her aunt was leaning too close for comfort. They could have taken another car but her grandma had insisted that everyone could fit. Instead the car consisted of her grandma and the direct blood line which included her dad, aunt, uncle, older brother and herself. Her mom, younger sibling, significant others of her aunt/uncles and cousin were left at home.

The moment her uncle had announced they were at the Gojo estate the little girl slammed the door open, wanting to feel the breeze hit her. Hoping that it could even help the itch on her scalp. It wasn’t so long before a maid came to greet them and they were slowly led around the estate. 

Before she knew it she was faced with a room filled with elders, following what had been instilled in her. She immediately greeted everyone with a bow and introduced herself after her family. “Hello, my name is (l/n) (y/n), second born to (fathers name) and first granddaughter of (grandmother's name) . It is a pleasure and honor to meet you”. 

“She is well-mannered and her cursed energy is good,” one remarked.

“Her face is a little chubby but hopefully she will grow into her looks” another added.

“A little short though and somewhat short legs don’t you think” continued the other.

The elders continued, some even came close to personally examining her themselves looking at her fingers, touching her hair, pulling her skin. It wasn’t long before the oldest spoke up “That's enough, maid please escort her to the garden. I think we made a decision. It is time for the grown ups to talk” The oldest one walked up to her and patted on her head telling her “Why don't you go have a snack?”  She bowed and followed the maid not before seeing the elders whispering into the ear of another maid.

The garden was stunning, filled with blooming flowers with a pavilion sitting in the middle. Within the pavilion was a floor table with 4 cushions to sit on, although the flowers were beautiful. What caught her eye was the traditional snacks decorated the counter. With the hell she went through she deserved a snack and instantly took a seat and started snacking.

“Aren’t you eating a little fast, the food isn't going to run away from you” before she could snort out a reply, she was faced with cerulean eyes seemingly inches from her face. His close proximity made her heart slightly race and a blush to creep on her cheeks but she couldn’t look away. His eyes were the prettiest thing she had ever seen in her life even today nothing had outshine them in her mind. His eyelashes were so long and framed so beautifully that it was as if Michelangelo himself had meticulously worked to place each one perfectly on him. 

Taking that moment of distraction the boy had flicked her forehead snapping her out of her trance. “ So you’re the girl they were talking about huh. All this talk but you are weak”. (y/n) was flabbergasted wanting to yell back but started choking on her food. The boy's laughter filled the air as the girl continued to cough, reaching her hands out for tea to smooth her throat.

As she finally settled herself the boy took a seat across from her. “You’re not so great yourself for the boy who changed the world, you ummm… look like a blind white rat.” The boy’s face shifted taking a dark turn, (y/n) felt her hands become sweaty fear and nerves slowly overtook her as she wished to have just ignored him.

All before his expression changed to one of teasing “ Your interesting, no one had the nerve, names is Gojo Satoru”

“(l/n) (y/n)”

“Whoa you have fat cheeks kind of like a hippo”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

The banter continued on for an hour, Satoru teasing the girl and the girl arguing back. Having grown up surrounded by those who feared him, the girl's openness had drawn her to him, giving him the breath of fresh air he had needed.

What the girl didn’t know was how his eyes had captured her, her whole being had captured him. He wasn’t sure if it was his need for some company or her pure beauty. He would never tell anyone but from the moment he first saw her in her dress, hair slightly messy from the breeze, stuffing her check with food he had felt the need to go towards her, like an invisible string railing him to her.

It wasn’t long before (y/n) noticed how Satoru didn't eat any of the snacks but just moving them around. “Why aren’t you eating any of these” Satoru would answer by throwing one of them at her “What is your problem” The boy laughter rang once more “You should have seen your face”

After calming down he replied “They always serve these treats, the elders like them so a variety is always served here” The little girl looked at the table noticing how the treats were not ones that were sweet, it made sense the elder preferred savory and delicate flavors. It made her recall all the times in which her dad or mother would tell her things were too sweet. For a 7 year old it made her feel bad for him because she could imagine living a life without ever tasting anything as sweet like cake or cookies.

Recalling how she had kept a piece of chocolate in the small pocket of her dress, she pulled it out. (y/n) had originally planned to eat it after they left the estate.Yet thinking about the possible sad life of the teasing boy made her give it to him.

Reluctantly reaching out her hand she said “Here try this”. Satoru looks at her hand curiously before reaching forward and taking the candy. Without sparing a second, he opened the wrapper, sniffed it and put it in his mouth. The sweetness coated his mouth and he was in love. With his mouth filled, he asked “Do you have anymore?Give them to me now!” 

The girl slightly giggled before saying “You should say please, and no, I don't have any more but next time I can bring some. I assume you haven't tried much sweet stuff huh. I can bring a bunch of new stuff next time we meet.” (y/n) had failed to notice the blush that her giggles had painted on Satoru’s face. 

In her naiveté, she noted “Wow you must have loved the sweet dearly because your ears are red”. It was met with a rice cracker hitting her forehead.

The conversation continues with her describing all the desserts she could think of and how he should try them. The boy listened longingly and told her to bring them next time she came. Fully aware that he could easily order a maid to get them for him. Yet he had wanted her to come back and the promise of sweets was just a plus. 

Before long (y/n) fathers voice rang out calling her. She hastily got up but not before promising to bring cookies next time she saw him.

“Don’t forget your promise alright?” he put his pinky out looking into her eyes.

( FLASHBACK END )

“WHAT HOW LONG WERE YOU GONNA KEEP THAT BOMB OF INFORMATION FROM US?” Itadori exploded

Panda followed, “I thought we were friends.” dramatically, putting his paw over his chest.

“MEN ARE TERRIBLE! Why would he treat her like that? my opinions on Gojo sensei are dirt now” Nobara added.

“Yeah, I knew that Sensei definitely had a problem but isn't this much” the pink-head exclaimed disappointed.

“Look guys I don’t know what happen for sure but it's complicated” Megumi said

“Yeah we shouldn’t speculate, plus being a sorcerer is already challenging in itself, we knew when we signed up.” Maki shared.

Although they all had much to say, Maki's voice resonated and they ended the topic. Speaking of the devil, not a minute later they heard the voice of (l/n) sensei. ”Are you guys done training? I brought some snacks to enjoy” All the students felt some pity for the older women but found some spirit and shouted at her thanks as they cleared their stuff and meeted her. As they walked to the snacks, Megumi walked in the back with the teacher. He had known her for 10 years now and couldn’t help but feel protective for the women who had shown up through the years to help him.

“You okay Megumi”

“Yeah let's go eat” the dark-haired boy mumbled. 

Thats the end i planned for this to be a series but im not sure yet. Once again sorry for the grammer mistakes it hasnt been edited

[defnotriri]

“ JUST A FLING ! “

Megumi Fushiguro x reader // Yuji Itadori x reader

angst with a lil itadori fluff at the end! :P

You don’t know how it happened. But it did.

Sitting in an empty classroom, focusing on your work. Occasionally tapping the pencil against your lips as you concentrated. It was silent other than the groans you let out once in a while if a problem you came across was complicated.

That was until he walked in. His stupid black hair, that spikes up. The way his shirt was creased and how he had his usual frown on his face.

but somehow, some way,

The two of you shared a kiss in the same classroom. He warned you, he wasn’t looking for anything. Just a fling. Your pencil and books left opened on the desk as he dragged you into his dorm. Breathing heavily as you quickly removed your tight black long sleeved uniform, as well as your black flared pants. Megumi was quick to move you onto the bed, his hands gently moving up and down your sides. Let’s just say- Yuji didn’t get that much sleep.

———

As you slowly opened your eyes, waking up from your sleep. You’re met with Megumi’s back facing you. A frown paining your face. You sat up in your matching underwear and got your phone off his night stand. Checking the time it.

3:46 am

You sighed putting the phone back down and collecting your clothing. Putting the shirt back on and then your pants. Megumi stirred at the cold empty spot next to him. Opening his eyes, seeing you dressed up.

“where’re you going? . . stay it’s late.. “

He squinted at the bright phone screen. Pulling you by the arm. Into the bed. Wrapping his arms around your small frame as his hand went behind your head pushing it towards his chest. Inhaling your scent with a content smile. This cycle continued for months.

——

You smiled as you carried a single shopping bag. You were out with Nobara and Yuji today. Yuji was being a gentleman and offered to carry both of your bags. Nobara happily agreed but you were a bit more reluctant, feeling bad for the boy. But he insisted and eventually you gave into him. You gave him everything but one bag, you bought it as a gift for Megumi. Who didn’t come since he already had plans.

It wasn’t that hot, but still warm. Due to the weather you three decided to go ahead and buy some ice cream from a nearby shop. As you guys walked there Nobara came to a halt confusing you and the laughing Yuji.

“Uh. . . You okay Kugisaki?” The pink haired boy said confused.

“Itadori, L/N, you idiots look! it’s fushiguro with a woman!”

Hearing the boys name with another woman you quickly turned your head, seeing it was true. Your heart breaking into pieces. You knew you were only a fling but it still hurt. Noticing your hurt expression, Yuji took your hand and Nobara’s in his and dragged you two away.

“Hey! I know a great sweet place Gojo-Sensei showed me a couple weeks ago. It’s way better than their ice cream!”

The pink haired boy said with a smile, worried look on his face when he saw you still looking back at Megumi. He knew for a fact you weren’t taking this well.

That night you laid in your bed, in the dark. Staring at your ceiling as you thought to yourself. Moving positions onto your side. Seeing the bag with Megumis gift as well as the things you bought today in the corner of your room. The tears threatened to spill but you didn’t let them, you aren’t weak like that. You thought to yourself. You’re not going to let a stupid fling make you cry.

A ding came from your phone as it lit up, making the room bright. You left it on delivered not caring who it was and deciding to ignore it. Then multiple more dings came. You sighed sitting up and looking at your phone.

9:28 pm

megs 👾👎:

how was ur day? (:

what did u buy with those two idiots ?

hellooo ?

i know ur awake u don’t sleep til late.

im walking over okay? i have to know you’re safe.

The messages the boy sent made you bawl as you read them. Stupid. What a stupid idiot. Megumi Fushiguro was the biggest idiot you’ve ever met. You wrapped yourself into the warm sheets and decided to just let him knock if he did come. You wouldn’t open it though.

He did knock after a good few minutes. Knock, Silence, Knock.

You stared at the wall as tears fell. But then you heard the doorknob twisting. But you locked the door. . . That’s when it hit you. Remembering that you gave your spare dorm key to Megumi one day. You cursed yourself. Turning around so you faced the wall and your back faced him.

“L/N?” Megumi whispered. Sitting down at the edge of your bed. No response, besides your sniffles that you so desperately tried to conceal. With a sigh megumi took off his shoes, laying into bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing your head. He tried to comfort you but since he really didn’t know what you were crying about, it was kind of useless.

“megumi. . .” You sat up finally facing him.

“I-… I cant just be a fling anymore i’m sorry. I want to be with you, Megumi! I don’t want you to call me L/N. I want to be called (Name)! I dont.. i don’t want to call you fushiguro anymore..” You said as you looked down, making the tears you held in fall. Megumi staring at your face.

“. . .(name)” He put a hand on your cheek. Making you look up at him as you continued to cry. It broke his heart- it really did. “I can’t. I dont-“ he sighed.

“I don’t feel the same way L/N, I like somebody else. I’m sorry. I know i said i wasnt looking for anything- but i..” He tried explaining while rubbing your cheek before you cut him off.

“please. . please leave.” You gave a soft smile with tears in your eyes. Not allowed to fall. He nodded and got his shoes back on. Looking back at you balled up in your bed. Before closing the door, the only light in the room leaving.

———

Even if the two of you guys weren’t dating it hurt like hell. It was as if you two had been dating for several years then broke. Itadori was by your side the whole time. How could he not? When you shows up to his dorm with tears staining your face. You desperately trying to wipe them all away before he wrapped you in a hug.

Eventually you got over it.

You even reached first name basis with Itadori and Kugisaki. Definitely not Fushiguro though. Since you guys were in the same grade, you couldn’t really avoid him. But you tried to minimize your contact with him. If he hung out with yuji, you hung out with nobara. If he hung out with nobara, you hung out with yuji. If you four were assigned to a mission or just hung out with everyone. You would try your hardest to pretend he’s not there. But obviously, you’d help him out on a mission if he desperately needed it or if you two were assigned.

You were out grocery shopping with Yuji one day. He let you intertwine your hand with his. Hugging the arm with your freehand. Looking up at him with a big smile as he tells what happened in a movie he recently watched. Obviously Yuji was carrying the bags like he usually did. Again, you had tried to decline politely but he insisted.

“You’re so cute Yuji.” You whispered as you got on your tippy toes and placed a soft kiss on his jawline. He smiled down at you. Bringing your intertwined hands up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss back.

“I promise, I’ll treat you better than fushiguro.” Yuji smiled softly at you.

[nuhahani]

I Found...

I Found - Amber Run

Megumi x Fem Reader fluff, light angst.

1.k words.

Summary: How do you comfort your best friend after he loses his dog and new friend ? You open your domain and bring back everything he's lost.

“Domain Expansion; Cosmic Graveyard.” Fields of dark lifeless rainbows transformed the body of space around you. Grassy headstones that were mildly unkempt moved the earth to create space in the domain. Megumi reached up to touch what he mistook for a dust particle. “Be careful, I’m not sure who that is.” His empty expression turned to you, dead eyes that didn’t have the energy to spark curiosity or even ask. With cupped hands you caught one of the thousands of small wandering particle that passed gently through the air around them in a way that reminded the dark-haired boy of cherry blossoms in the spring. Except these particles shimmered and glowed like fireflies. “These little dust-like floaters are spirits. Any spirit or curse that I have encountered I can use in here after it passes. I call these little floaters spirit dust, kind of like star dust since that’s really what the top of my domain looks like.” Thoughtfully you covered your hands and released the spirit dust onto the ground as if you were gently placing glass down. “Curse technique; Soul Resurrection.” 

The dust swirled into a little white ball of fur that twisted and stretched into a fully grown dog. Megumi let his cold icy expression be replaced with shock and amazement. Standing in front of him, tail wagging and mouth panting, was his white Devine dog. The tips of your fingers grazed the top of the dogs’ head as it observed Megumi drop to his knees. “Come here! Come!” There was no hesitation from the shikigami when it came to following your best friends’ orders. You could honestly say that it was the first time that your domain had ever experienced smiles and breathless laughter, the first time your gift was seen in a positive lens. It was all because of him. Megumi, the cold stoic boy who hid his emotions and would rather tell world to fuck off than ever admit he was hurting was the first person to truly make you see the good in your ability. The higher ups viewed your curse technique as something that needed to be put to an end. You weren’t a curse user, and you certainly weren’t able to fall into the group of shadow/shikigami users.

Your spirits and curses weren’t familiars, and the higher ups were on guard about sorcerers like you since Geto’s defection and even more so after Yuji swallowed Sukuna’s finger. If it hadn’t been for Gojo finding you and convincing them how useful you could be on their side, you would’ve faced your execution years ago. After all being able to summon and bring back beings from the dead was not your everyday ability, watching a seven-year-old summon her dead to play with was not an easy pill to swallow. To say your technique wasn’t for the faint of heart was not an overstatement, you did have the tendency to walk around with undead animals daily. Your subconscious was constantly at work the way Gojo’s infinity was always on. Gojo had taken you under his wing and you were raised side by side with Megumi. So, when that sugar crazed man came to you asking if you could help Megumi after what happened with Yuji and his Devine Dog, how could you possibly say no? Gojo had kept you separated from the other first years, you were already a special grade and there was no need to keep you on easy missions. That’s what he said but you felt there was something much more sinister about the meaning behind ensuring that Sukuna’s vessel never encountered you.

Megumi seemed to be able to read your mind, the words basically written in the air for him to reads. 

“Can I see Yuji?” 

The four words that ripped you to shreds, it had become clear to you why Gojo didn’t want you to ever encounter Yuji Itadori, the sweet boy that was supposed to be executed just as you were. Your mentor didn’t want to give Sukuna the chance to see you and your curse technique. Megumi already knew the answer. The weight and reality of wishful thinking crashing down on him. You couldn’t bring him back. You had never even gotten a glimpse at the other first year; you only knew what you had been told and that wasn’t enough to resurrect a soul. 

“I’m sorry... ‘m so sorry Megumi,” Your best friends' expression broke you. How could you keep it together when he was on the verge of crumbling, the one who you also thought was untouchable. “I’m not allowed to meet him so I can’t show him to you.” The three of you fell into comfortable silence as he finally allowed himself to feel the weight of all his loss. You didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you had no choice but to tell him now. “Gojo is sending me back across seas tomorrow. I’ll be in China this time.” Laid between you in the grass was a small headstone engraved with foreign writing. The grass in your domain was always softest around the graves, white fur almost completely separating the two of you. “Apparently, he’s found a sorcerer with a similar technique to mine. He doesn’t want me back until the end of October.” 

“You’re leaving again… That idiots kept you out of the country as long as Yuta.” 

“The perks of being a special grade I guess.” You chuckled but could the burn of his gaze on you. Megumi would miss you, he would never say it, but you knew each time. You did your best to bring back gifts for him depending on where you went. Recently you brought him back a black and white beadwork bracelet from her time in Africa with Miguel and Yuta. The time before you brought him back incense and perfume from her time in Egypt where Gojo had sent you off to learn more about the ancient curse techniques related to your own. You knew his favorite gifts were ones that were mildly cursed however Yaga had banned you from bringing more cursed items back after the canned tuna incident. Everywhere you went no matter how large or small, for your own education or mission; you always brought him something back. “I’ll bring you something back of course.” His dark eyes never left you; he was unsure if could look away and you didn’t want him to. 

A/N I think I’ll write more for this piece, oh well. I’ve decided to write more fluff because I like fluff and if you don’t then be like Kevin Heart and MIND YOUR DAMN MOTHERFUCKING BUSINESS.

[uravitsy]

‘YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL’ SATORU GOJO

ACT TWO.

summary. gojo relives his memories with you, getting closer to acceptance. ☆

warnings. angst, sad!gojo, fem!reader! gojo x you, grief, established relationship, some smut if you squint, bittersweet ending

a/n. this is a short story i wrote over the summer, i wanted to dabble into the idea of gojo not being able to fully process his grief without the help of his students. it is a bit sad though.

ACT ONE : ̗̀➛ ACT THREE : ̗̀➛ FINALE

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

Gojo danced his fingertips across your bare skin. the pads of his thumbs pressing into your flush thighs before dipping in between your legs. He watched as you continued to sleep, your chest rising and falling peacefully. your skin was still covered with love bites and marks from the passionate night before. Hair spread widely against the silk pillowcase as goosebumps appeared on your skin from being touched by Gojo's cold hands. 

With a smile, Gojo lowered himself down, spreading your legs to put one of your thighs over his shoulder so he had full access to your lady parts. Without hesitation he teasingly glides his warm tongue along your folds, making you squirm and try to close your legs in reflex but Gojo's grip forcibly kept them open. 

He moaned into your pussy, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves to the point where you were lifting your hips up from the bed slightly, trying to move away from the overwhelming pleasure but gojo kept you in place, forcing you to take all that he was giving you on this lazy sunday morning. 

"Satoru," you moaned his name tiredly, your head falling back on the pillows as you relaxed.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Gojo lifts his head up to look at you, biting your inner thigh.

"i'm still so sore and sensitive from yesterday.." you let out a blissful sigh as Gojo teased your clit with a flick of his tongue, a shiver going down your spine, "mm."

"I'll take care of you," His words were sweet like honey and his touch was like silk. it made you melt into the mattress, ultimately giving your body to him with such trust you wouldn't give to anyone else, "That's my good girl."

With a loud moan, you let Gojo take you to the world of bliss. It was nice to have him to yourself for a change since he'd been so busy at his job. You found yourself getting lost into piles of work as well, pursing your dreams with such vigor that it made you not have time in your calendar for your boyfriend. But you weren't going to let that stop you, to let it consume you to the point where your relationship with Gojo would grow strained. 

So you made the time, the effort, to see him more and now here you two were, rolling around in the sheets for the past five days to make up for lost time. 

You couldn't ask for anything else on such a glorious sunday morning. It was perfect. He was perfect.

"Parmesan cheese?" You asked Gojo as your back was facing him, continuing to plate his pasta that was fresh off the stove, "Satoru?"

"Hm? Oh! Yes, thank you." Gojo tossed his mail across the table before leaning back in his chair.  You gladly served him his food with a nice tall glass of water but not without raising an eyebrow in question.

"What was it?" Humming, you take a sip of your own water as you pick up the envelope before reading the top, "Jujustu high...? isn't that the school you went to? why are they sending mail after all these years?" 

"For a job offer," Gojo did well to hide most of his life with you and he wasn't going to let the wall crumble now. it was too dangerous for you to know anything about what he and others were capable of, "I already said no but they are persistent. besides, what do i look like teaching a bunch of kids?"

You couldn't help but let out a sad chuckle. Gojo was indifferent when it came to children and made it made it very clear throughout the five years you two been dating. He said they were annoying brats that he didn't have time for and over time you hoped his perspective changed, especially now that you were— never mind that, what were you going to do? What were you going to tell him?

"It might be a good opportunity," You try to reason with him, "You said that you were sick of this job you had now anyway. maybe a change will do you good, you should consider it."

"You make a good point."

You push your own feelings aside as you give him a bright smile, "Now don't wait up for me. I have this job interview and then a few errands to run. I'll see you later tonight, I'm thinking chinese?" Gojo followed you down the hall with a knowing smirk. He watched as you put your shoes on and grab your keys that were hanging on the hook by the door, "Unless you want something else then text me, I can always make—"

You were interrupted with a kiss. Gojo and your lips moving together in sync until you both were breathless. after a few moments, Gojo pulled away with a teasingly smile, a bit of pasta sauce still on the corner of his mouth from eating like a starved child. 

"You're too good for me," Your boyfriend says honestly, his bright colored eyes looking upon you like you were his whole world, "I love you (y/n)."

"And I ove you too," And you meant that with every fiber of your being. You move Gojo's white hair away from his eyes, your hand resting on his cheek for a second too long as if to savor this moment between you. If you could freeze time it would be right for this moment, "i'll see you later, yeah?"

"Of course sweets," Gojo kisses the top of your head, confused by the pit of dread that he felt in his stomach. Why did he feel so bad all of a sudden? Why didn't he want to let you go? If only he knew that that was his inner voice warning him, telling him to stop the unthinkable. If only he would've known better then— maybe you'd still be by his side, "Get going so you can come back to me, I'll be so boooooored without you!"

"You could, I don't know, go to work?" You tease him, knowing that it was his day off. lucky him, "Not everyone has such a privilege like you, enjoy it! call geto or something."

"He's the last person I want to see!" Gojo lets out an annoyed huff, "Why can't you call off?"

"Goodbye Satoru," And with that you closed the door behind you. Your light and sweet aura going with you, leaving the place feeling cold and empty. Why didn't he stop you from leaving? Why did he just watch you leave? He blamed himself. He blamed himself for everything. 

"And so," Mrs.Shoko smiled at you as she tapped on resume, "You've been accepted for the position," her words left you nearly gawking, "we can get your office set up as soon as possible. How does Monday sound?"

"M-Monday?" you were still reeling from the shock, "That's perfect! Thank you so much for this opportunity!" Shaking her hand vigorously, you couldn't help but bow in thanks.

"I take it you'll be ready to relocate to Tokyo? I know it's quite far but—"

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes!" This was your dream job after all; Gojo would understand. You both talked about the endless possibilities, and this was one of them. You couldn't turn it down, not when you were so close to achieving what you had worked all your life for.

"So? What did you say?" Mrs. Yamada could hardly take the suspense as she set down a plate of finger sweets in front of you. "You've been telling me about this job for months."

"Of course, I said yes!" You smiled as you thanked her for the snacks, not wasting a second before stuffing your face. "Now I have to talk to Gojo."

"Speaking of him, have you told him yet?" Mrs. Yamada turns her sign to closed before taking a seat across from you, nodding in approval as you pour the both of you tea politely. The porcelain teapot weighed a bit heavy in your hands. "It won't be long before you can't hide it anymore, you know."

"I know," you instinctively place your hand on your stomach with a soft smile, "I'll tell him everything today! I'll get ingredients to make his favorite meal and pick up some of those sweets he likes at the candy shop by our house. It's a day for celebration after all… I just hope he sees it that way as well."

"You should have more faith in him," Mrs. Yamada takes a sip of her tea, "if he loves you, it won't be an issue."

"You're right," you said before checking the time on your phone. It was past 6, and you were sure Gojo was waiting up for you to hear the good news. And you wanted nothing more than to skip home. "Ah, Mrs. Yamada, as always I enjoyed talking to you but—"

"Go on now, you don't have to keep this old lady company anymore," she teases.

"Whatever you say, but I'll be back tomorrow."

"Of course, I can't seem to shake you off me."

"And you never will!" You laugh at the banter between you both before leaving the flower shop with a single flower in hand. You made your way to the nearest grocery store to pick up the ingredients for tonight's dinner, leaving with a few bags that took up almost all of your right arm.

While you were in the grocery store, the weather changed drastically. The once clear blue skies turned to a dark grey, the sudden flashes of lightning brightening the dark street as it began to pour down rain. You groaned, annoyed with the fact that you didn't have an umbrella on you. You were tempted to go back into the store to buy one, but your home was just right around the corner.

Your phone started ringing suddenly, making you rummage around in your purse to find it, the familiar name of: Gojo 🤍 popping up on your screen. "Hey, babe!"

"(Y/N)! It's raining super hard; I can come pick you up."

"I'm almost home. But guess what? I got the job!"

It was just a short two-minute walk from here, and the candy shop lights were still on, lighting up the whole street with its neon sign. You figured that you'd stop to get Gojo's sweets and rub the rest of the way home.

"Whaaaaaat?! I'm so proud of you! We have to celebrate."

"I'm one step ahead of you, Satoru! I also have some other news to share…"

A sudden flash had you squinting your eyes. The power box behind you sparking with electricity in the wake of being struck by lightning. You rushed to cross the street after looking both ways despite the rain fogging up your vision. Unbeknownst to the car that was coming toward you at full speed, the driver's vision obscured by the sudden flash of lightning that was too close for comfort.

All you saw in your final moments were bright headlights coming toward you. Then the world went black.

"(Y/N)? What was that? Are you okay?"

You couldn't move or see, but you could hear, and you could feel. You heard a person screaming for someone to call 911, you heard hurried footsteps around you as you laid against the cold gravel world, the energy to stay alive slowly leaving your body as you felt something tugging, pulling you toward an abyss of warmth and light.

"(Y/N)!"

Your groceries were scattered, and your favorite flower, that single flower, was still in your hands.

-

An officer leads Gojo down some stairs into a basement that was cold and damp. The air is thick with so much tension he thought he would suffocate. "I noticed it does more harm than good for the family member or… er, lover."

"I want to see her to make sure." To make sure of what? To make sure you were really dead? Yes, because quite frankly, he was in denial. It couldn't be you. Out of 7 billion people in the world, it wouldn't be you—it couldn't be you. He knew you'd pop back up and say this was all a joke.

Some sick, cruel joke.

The male officer leads Gojo through a freezing room with bodies on either side of him covered with a white sheet. The only parts of their bodies that were sticking out were their feet, with a large tag hooked around their big toe as if they were luggage.

Gojo's throat goes dry as the officer stops in front of a body, going around the metal table to slowly pull the white sheet back to reveal your lifeless body. "Can you identify her?"

"Yes," Gojo could only nod slowly, the words he wanted to say escaping from his lips like a forgotten memory. Out of reflex, Gojo smiles sadly as he looks down at you. He brings his hand up to stroke your hair, then your cold cheek, holding your once warm hand. "That's my (Y/N)."

"We're still investigating, but it's clear this was a hit and run," the officer continues his words with caution. "And I don't know if you knew, but by the autopsy report, she was five weeks pregnant."

Gojo feels like the wind got knocked out of him. "W-what?" he laughs then, this wasn't real. He was dreaming. When he woke up, you'd be right there next to him like you always would be. But no matter how many times he pinched himself, he couldn't wake up.

"I'll give you a few moments…" The officer leaves the room, his footsteps echoing throughout the large room.

Those few moments turned to hours. The hours turned to days. He couldn't leave your side, not when you were like this. Were you cold? You needed clothes. They had you in such an indecent way with other strangers. He was sure you'd be afraid and confused once you woke up; that's why he wanted to stay by your side.

When you wake up, he'd be right here assuring you that everything was alright.

When you wake up, he'd give you the longest kiss.

"Gojo-sensei?"

When you wake up, he'd hug you and never let go.

"Gojo-sensei?"

You weren't waking up, were you?

Megumi tugged on Gojo's pants leg, his small hand easily taking ahold of Gojo's as he took the flowers from Gojo, delicately placing the bouquet of your favorite flowers on top of your gravestone. Your parents started to walk away, your mother sniffling quietly as your father came to pat Gojo on the shoulder reassuringly. His silence spoke a thousand words as they left the graveyard.

Tsumiki, Megumi's sister, bends down to offer your spirit a plate of sweets. Humming a sad tone, she stands up to her full height, holding Gojo's hand in comfort as she cries softly. She sheds the tears that Gojo wouldn't, his face still holding no emotion as he mumbles a simple goodbye.

"Let's go," Gojo tells the children gently, sparing your headstone one last look before turning away. "How does ice cream sound? I'm craving something sweet."

The children give each other a concerned look, clueless as to why Gojo wasn't on his knees screaming his heart out at the unfairness of it all. But little did they know that he would, but only silently. Only when no one could hear or see him.

He did break. He did fall to his knees. He did cry.

He mourned for you, yearned for you, and begged whatever god that would listen to bring you back to him. But his cries would only fall on empty ears, leaving him to slowly wallow away. His heart forever shattered to where no one would be able to mend the pieces for him even if they tried—and he wouldn't even let them try since this heartbreak, this heartache, was a reminder of you.

He would rather have this pain that only the unlucky ones bear if it will forever serve as a memory of you.

[colonelarr0w]

A/N - I don't really know what this is, but I randomly thought of this because of those fucking TikTok slideshows.

"And Yuuji?" 

The pink-haired teenager turns, eyes meeting your awaiting gaze. His lips curl upward in a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.  

"Yeah?" 

"Be careful out there." 

Yuuji's smile widens – if that was even possible – and he sends a thumbs-up in your direction. "You got it!" 

No, no, no, no. 

"Kugisaki! Run!" Yuuji shouts, hand desperately extending in the direction of his friend. His eyes widen as the sound of a slap echoes throughout the otherwise empty train terminal. He can feel his heart promptly stopping in his chest as Mahito continues running, only turning once he's skidded to a stop a few inches behind Nobara's back.  

His head turns, eyes casting a glance over his shoulder. A grin spreads over his face at the destruction he's caused, a childlike glint to his eyes as he watches Nobara's palm cover the eye that he had touched.  

You stare silently from your place, eyes wide at the scene that begins to unfold in front of you. You had seen this somewhere before, a muddled memory that featured different figures – but it was a dangerous similarity nonetheless. 

Yuuji freezes in place, watching as Nobara's eyes cast themselves to the ground, her palm still covering her right eye. Her expression conveys just how conflicted she is, but for a moment, there's a moment of acceptance.  

That's where you'd seen it before.  

A bright eyed girl with her entire life ahead of her and a boy who only wanted to help her. Then, just like the snapping of someone's fingers, gone is the girl.  

And left behind is the boy to grapple with the aftermath of her death.  

With a smile on her face, Nobara uncovers her eye, allowing Yuuji to see the veins beneath her skin. Already they are enflamed – both she and Yuuji know what is going to happen, and shockingly, she accepts it.  

Yuuji shakes his head, slowly approaching Nobara. He doesn't want it to be true … she knows that there's no other outcome.  

"Y'know … it wasn't so bad," Nobara admits with a closed-eye smile. She chuckles breathily, a tear slipping down from her uninjured eye. Her head tilts, her bangs flopping momentarily over her eyes before the veins in her right eye expand and explode.  

Yuuji stares, eyes widened in horrified shock as the body of one of his closest friends falls to the floor with a lifeless, heavy thud.  

You remember seeing that exact expression worn by another face, one that had blurred with time, but one that you had once regarded with a love so pure that surely anyone would be jealous of it.  

From your place behind Yuuji, all you can do is watch – just as you had done all of those years ago. All you can do is watch as he stares down at her corpse, just like another had done. 

But this time … 

… you approach Yuuji carefully. Extending your hand, you lay your palm flat against his back, turning him to face you while your eyes never leave Nobara.  

Her eyes stare blankly up at the ceiling, devoid of any and all of the warmth that once encapsulated her irises. You'd seen that before too.  

"I--" Yuuji begins, but the thought is cut off as a sob rises in his throat. His eyes crinkle, tears falling from where they had been clinging to his bottom lash line. His body turns, arms wrapping tightly around your midsection.  

You say nothing as you return his embrace, allowing him to bury his face away into your shoulder – likely not wanting to stare into the lifeless eyes of one of his best friends. "Shh." 

"Geto-san," Yuuji whimpers into your shoulder, then dissolving into tears. You screw your eyes shut, trying your best to mask the shaky sigh that falls from your lips. You turn your head, laying your cheek against the top of his head and squeezing him tighter into your embrace.  

"I know," you say shakily, swallowing your own tears, "I know." 

[l0velybvnny]

cursed

pairings : megumi x reader | yuji x reader (platonically) | gojo x reader (platonically) | nobara x reader (platonically) more to be added?

notes: so i’m like seventy percent sure i’ll make this a series so here warnings for future purposes— warnings: | death | gore | angst | death threats | fluff | suicidal reader | self conscious reader | abuse | abusive clan and parents | child abuse | experimenting on children | canon violence | crack |

summary: “so you’re also a vessel huh? that’s cool i am too of the one and only ryomen sukunas sister!” y/n says while pointing to herself a toothy smirk on her face as she stares at yuji itadori the newest student of jujutsu tech. “huh?!” he exclaimed in shock.

yuji itadori truly didn’t know what to think of everything so far— so much was happening. first his grandfather died he ate a cursed finger.. gross and now he’s the vessel ryomen sukuna the strongest curse to ever live.

it all happened when his friends from the occult club had a finger— the same finger he would go on to eat that supposedly attracted curses to his friends endangering their lives and the boy he met, megumi fushiguro. he had to eat the the finger really— the curses would’ve gotten all four of them he had to fight them somehow and he couldn’t do it in his normal body.

so, of course he ate it in an desperate attempt to save his friends and megumi fushiguro after eating it— he doesn’t remember much afterwards expect a tall blindfolded guy fighting the supposed curse now living in his body until everything fades to darkness.

after arriving at jujutsu tech and fighting more like getting beat by the principal yagas dolls he and gojo the blindfolded man he met back at his old school find him a dorm after packing up his things his sees fushiguro and a girl near by what yuji assumes is his door and that the girl resembles him in hair color shocked he walks over to them noticing how fushiguro and the girl are talking and he doesn’t looked annoyed or irritated.

“oh, fushiguro!” itadori calls out, looking at the pale boy with a grin on his face and then turning his gaze towards the shorter girl before he even gets the chance to speak she walks towards him leaning in his face which makes him flush due to the close proximity.

“hey hey! you must be yuji itadori i’ve heard about you!” the girl speaks enthusiastically, much like him “so you’re also a vessel huh? that’s cool i am too of the one and only ryomen sukunas sister!” y/n says while pointing to herself a toothy smirk on her face as she stares at yuji itadori the newest student of jujutsu tech. “huh?!” he exclaimed in shock leaning towards her like she did towards him looking at her features noticing the other pair of closed eyes under her red and black ones.

“sukuna has a sister?! since when gojo-sensei didn’t tell me anything about that?!” he says in shock looking at the shorter girl in unconcealed surprise. “yeah yeah! get this, my clan put her in my body cause they thought it could kill me but i didn’t so i’m her vessel!” she says with a wide grin, ignoring megumi’s grumbles in the background while she talks to the boy in front of her looking up and waving happily at gojo behind yuji which he happily reciprocates.

“no way! so their siblings does that make us siblings too?! i’ve never had any siblings!” she says copying her grin as she nods her head enthusiastically. “yeah! we’re basically siblings now this is so cool! i’ve never had siblings who don’t want to hate me!” *she says, looking up at the boy. “I’m y/n kamo! i’m kinda apart of the kamo—“ gojo coughs clearing his throat, catching her attention as she pouts and closes her mouth. “that’s enough n/n, we can’t tell everything can we now?” he says, walking forward and placing his hand on her hand as he speaks.

“sorry sensei..” she murmurs, walking back towards megumi after gojo pats her head and clings to his arm as he keeps his usual stoic face. “anyways, yeah.. that’s basically it i’m y/n kamo you’re new sister okay?” y/n says with a happy grin a mouth suddenly appearing on her cheek and speaking. “you insolent brat, shut your mouth you speak to much don’t you see these men getting annoyed with you?” the mouth speaks until y/n throws her hand over it huffing. “shut up..” she murmurs quietly.. excusing herself as she walks back towards the girls dormitory.

“so.. she’s like me?” itadori speaks up after a moment of silence turning his gaze towards gojo after he watching y/n walk away. “hmm.. more like you’re like her, she was here first after all. the both of you are both vessels for the ryomen siblings at that so i’d say yes you two are alike.” gojo speaks thoughtfully, running his fingers over his chin as he does so.

“oh, that’s nice. i don’t feel so weird anymore..” he speaks, turning his gaze back toward her disappearing figure as she turns the corner furrowing his eye brows as he sees her mutter to herself shrugging it off he turns back to fushiguro and gojo wondering what’s in store for him now that he’s a vessel.