#kyoto trail

[kyotohawaiihongkongtrail]

生駒山＆ぼくらの広場のトレッキング

宮川谷～生駒山～暗峠～大原山（ぼくらの広場）～神津嶽～枚岡神社

近鉄石切駅を降り、山側の住宅地を抜け、

こちらから生駒山頂をめざします。

近鉄石切駅からはいくつかの登山路があるのですが、こちらは初めて

途中、こういう山名がついているみたいです。

園地の案内板も整備されています。

生駒の鉄塔の賑わいが見えます。

少々荒れている場所もありますが、きちんと迂回路があり、問題なし

生駒縦走路に到達。ここで一休み。

今日のメニューはうどんすき。

ここからは石畳が敷かれ、ウエルカムなムードのトレイルとなります。

細い場所にも、きちんと石畳が敷かれています。

山頂駐車場からは生駒遊園地のながーい階段を。ちなみに駐車場のお客様には、歩かずに済むゴンドラリフトが備わっています。

生駒山三角点は、SL列車の走る構内にあります。

テーマパーク流行りのなかで、レトロ感あふれる純喫茶ならぬ純遊園地には、心落ち着かされます。

ハイカーと観光客のカオスの中を通り抜けたら、アンテナ銀座

アップダウンの少ない左手の近道を選択し、暗峠へ

途中、生駒スカイラインの展望地を通ります。こちらが奈良方面の眺め

こちらは大阪方面

暗峠

暗峠からは、舗装道をまっすぐ上がらず、右手から万葉の路を上るのが、おすすめ

ぼくらの広場に到達。昼間も夜景も絶品の眺め。

キラキラ輝く大阪湾

神津嶽コースを下り、近鉄枚岡駅へ

神津嶽コースからの展望も素晴らしい

はい、お疲れ様でした　　→京都一周トレイル＋関西のアーカイブはこちら　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

[yueebby]

sooo i read your "indulge me?" piece and that's why i wanted to ask for gojo simping for reader that doesn't really seem him as more as a friend and he's fine with it (lol he's not but he's need to keep the facade you know???) hope you write it at some point! btw loving you writing so far <333

11:34pm — gojo satoru

contents. highschool!gojo, fluff, he’s so in love bye, underage drinking, tokyo and kyoto students have a little get together!

“what’s wrong with him?” utahime watches her white haired underclassman down another can of beer. it was rare to see gojo drinking with the rest of the group, always opting for a soda instead.

shoko takes another swig out of her drink, unsurprised. “[name] is on a date.” 

a pathetic groan leaves gojo’s lips and the upper half of his body is splayed over the kotatsu in shoko’s room, sunglasses long forgotten somewhere. he lets out an unapologetic burp. everyone at the table spares him a glance of pity. 

utahime grimaces and mutters a quiet, “gross”. 

“don’t provoke him,” geto scolds shoko, flicking some ash from his cigarette to the ashtray below. “she’s just dealing with clan matters. arranged marriages and whatnot.” he used his free hand to land a firm pat on gojo’s back. what kind of best friend would he be if he didn’t try to comfort satoru? 

“poor thing. i can keep you company in the meantime,” mei mei’s smile is far from something with good intentions. gojo shakes his head to refuse, but with the way his forehead was pressed to the table, it looked comical. like a child throwing a tantrum. 

the only thing that managed to get gojo satoru out of his drunken slump was a soft knock on the door. he could recognize that pattern anywhere. could it be–? the snow haired boy immediately perks up. his drunk dazed eyes brighten as he quickly makes his way to the door. 

geto snorts at the way his best friend reacts. he thinks he can see an imaginary tail wagging, as if he were a dog. 

“you’re late!” gojo accuses you when he opens the door. you blink.

“are you…okay?” your voice is laced with concern as gojo’s large frame towers over you. gojo preens.

“awww, is my [name] worried about me now? don’t worry, ‘m doing just fine!” there is a goofy grin painted on gojo’s face as he leans against the doorway. all conversation has stopped and every sorcerer was listening attentively to gojo's hopeless conversation with you. utahime can’t help but feel just a little compassion for the boy. he was pining so much it hurt.

“i wasn’t worried. it's just that your words are all slurred– don’t tell me you let shoko talk you into drinking with her again?” you sigh. it was hard to miss the smell of beer on him. gojo and alcohol never mixed well, and the last thing you needed tonight was another lecture from yaga. 

from inside her room, shoko shouts, “it wasn’t me this time! the idiot decided to drown himself in beer after we warned him not to!” it was common knowledge that gojo couldn’t handle his alcohol. 

the male in question pouts.

“can a man not grieve about the love of his life being married to another?” gojo deflates. on the other side of the threshold, you wrinkle your nose.

“who said anything about marriage? like hell i’m going to accept a proposal from naoya zen’in.” you grumble. it had been a long night. dealing with your family and naoya was enough to scare you into staying in jujutsu tech for good. you’d rather lose your sanity to gojo than your dignity to naoya. 

“never mind that though, are mei mei and utahime still here? i was hoping to catch up with them!” you smile, crouching under his arm to make your way into the room. gojo doesn’t hesitate to trail right behind you. 

“[name]!” utahime waves happily at you, her mood no longer sour after she sees you. your wave back is enthusiastic. mei mei acknowledges your presence.

“how was dinner with naoya?” suguru asks. your face pinches up. he laughs before handing you a cold can of soda which you accept graciously.

you hear gojo mutter to himself from behind you.

“what’s up with him?” you whisper to suguru.

“you know how he is when he drinks,” he sighs, ushering you to sit beside him. gojo seemed to have his own agenda though, forcefully squeezing himself between the two of you. you shoot him an annoyed look to which he responds with a grin on his face. 

“‘m tired,” he whines, stretching his arms dramatically while letting out a loud yawn. you grunt when there’s a heavy weight on you; gojo has thrown his entire body on your side.

you don’t bother pushing him off. you’ve learned in the two years you’ve known gojo that he is like a baby when he gets drunk. it’s best if you let him have his way.

“go to sleep then, idiot,” you flick his forehead. he juts his bottom lip childishly, looking up at you with wide eyes. his eyes are captivating and you think you see nervousness through those azure orbs.

“will you come to bed with me too?” he rests his chin on your shoulder. you raise an eyebrow in surprise.

“eh? why would i?”

“because i’m cute.” gojo bats those long eyelashes of his innocently. you roll your eyes playfully before taking another sip out of your soda. 

“you’re weird– that’s what you are.” your lips quirk upward, eyes twinkling with mirth. he sulks, chin still comfortably supported by your shoulder.

“‘m not that bad!” he protests, a frown forming on his lips. you look at him for a long moment. this was the first time you’ve ever gotten to look at gojo this closely. 

his hair was getting longer, you note silently. with your free hand, you slowly move a strand of hair out of his face. gojo watches you earnestly. if his cheeks were not already flushed, they are now. 

“can we stop it with the flirting? let us single folk live in peace.” shoko speaks up. you turn your attention hastily from gojo to the rest of your fellow peers. 

“i feel like i’m intruding on something,” mei mei says scandalously. your eyes widen.

“we are not– no way!” you shake your head repeatedly. no one believes you. especially not while gojo is still resting on your shoulder, eyes watching you, full of love.

“stop giving him all your attention and talk to us! we’re much better company,” utahime scowls, pointing her beer disapprovingly at the white haired boy on you. you think you hear gojo grunt.

“alright, alright,” you concede. 

“i hope you don’t mind me asking again, but do tell us how your night with the zen’in kid went,” suguru snickers. you groan exasperatedly.

“where do i even start?”

the rest of the night goes by pleasantly. you had been so engrossed with retelling your experience with dealing with your family that you had failed to notice what gojo was up to. by the time everyone left their respective dorms (or temporary dorms), you noticed the head of white hair sleeping soundly on your lap.

he mumbles something in his sleep, nuzzling himself closer into your stomach. cute. you giggle at how innocent he looks. 

you don’t know what took over you, but you remember bending down and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. to your surprise, gojo reciprocates your kiss. to the best of his capabilities anyway. you watch as he puckers his lips in his sleep. oh my– how precious.

you suppose he isn't so bad.

notes. THANK U FOR BEING MY FIRST ANON ASK. ily!!! i saw somewhere that gege confirmed gojo would have drunken failures when he was a student haha this is my take on that. hes so bf

also thank you for all the support on my first post?!? you guys are too sweet im crying. i literally giggle and kick my feet reading your feedback ><

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — you get the impression there might be alot of things your boyfriend is holding back on exploring.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, cnc, predator x prey, outside / wood scenes, some rough play, he’s such a tease, minimal prep ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hiiii this idea literally hit me like a brick so i had to get it out my system before i died w it <3 honestly i cut this off a little earlier than originally planned because my brain couldn’t do a whole fic but i hope u guys enjoy regardless :3

you’d enjoyed your day out with gojo as you notice the way the sky around you both has began to darken pretty quickly, but you appreciate the change of scenery— grateful that he’d offered to take you out on a little day trip. he’d insisted he knew a place with a pretty view that was close to one of the school campuses, apparently it was used to host the kyoto sister-school good-will event a few months ago.

that was your destination now as you both walk down the street in that direction, your hand is in his but you still shiver despite the way his palm is warm around yours. his thumb strokes it’s way along your skin as you turn to look at him, it’s an innocent touch as you listen to him talk about his day but the air feels stuffy between you both— your hairs standing on edge before his hand squeezes.

your eyes meet gojo’s as you turn and you notice the way his strays to trail down the pretty line of your throat, sweeping along your figure in you’re pretty dress. his gaze is dark and expectant, but the smirk on his lips looks as pleased as ever as a tinge of anticipation makes you feel suddenly too hot for your skin. still, you smile when you feel his fingers skim from your hand up your arm then across to your lower back, an encouraging sort of touch that urges you to lean in closer.

“you cold?” he asks despite the way he can probably feel the heat running beneath you skin, his hands stroking slowly along your spine as his breathing fans along the shell of your ear. but a shiver still manages to pass through you when he squeezes at your waist.

you let him hold you for a few moments on the side of the street, you’re close to where you’re headed— you can see the tree line break when you turn to your left. you huff and gojo presses his lips to your cheek before he sighs into your ear, his words a low, drawl of a sound as he speaks to you only.

“one, two..”

the electricity that seems to rush through you is enough to make you quiver before you break away from his suddenly loose grip, something in your lower abdomen squeezing as your breathing becomes erratic.

the stride you take is quick as you rush quickly down the side walk, nobody seems to notice your sudden escape from the man’s arms that you looked so comfortable in a moment ago and even if they do— they don’t bother asking. the wind feels warm as it blows through you but you don’t dare look back, you can basically feel the hungry, crystalline gaze on your figure as the rush of adrenaline in your system seems to push you faster.

you can see the entrance to the trees as you make your way towards it, it’s dark but you feel the thrill ignite something in your nerves as you brush by the people still left on the street. your chest feels tight, it’s barely started but your heart is already pounding, beating at your ribs like it’s trying to climb up your throat as you near the outskirts of the campus.

you approach the opening before you allow yourself a quick glance over your shoulder, it’s a momentary look but it’s enough to make something warm shoot down your spine when you notice the looming figure in the crowd. his eyes are still locked in your direction despite the distance, like he can still see you— feel you from so far away as you finally decide to put your adrenaline to good use with your first step into a jog.

but you don’t notice that the figure seems to already have vanished from the crowd by the time you turn back around.

it’s quiet as the forest seems to swallow you whole, leaving you with only your breathing and the sound of your footsteps as you drink up the response that your body seems to have to this, to him. your heart is racing as you run but the air does wonders for your overheating skin, fanning over your features as you push yourself even deeper into the shadows.

you push yourself through a sprouting bush as your head twitches instinctively at a noise to your left and you swear you see it, him— the crystalline blue from his gaze as he stands a few feet away and you gasp, before suddenly it’s gone and you feel the sudden urge to go faster.

“what’s this, hm? aren’t you a cute lil thing.” it’s like an echo the way his low drawl travels through the trees around you, like something haunting as you almost lose your footing. it feels like he’s everywhere at once, deliberately letting himself flash into your peripheral vision— you can hear him in the trees above you, the bushes to your side, in the direction you’re heading towards.

“well, gotta be faster than that. come on, you can do it. don’t wanna make it too easy for me.”

your head twitches slightly before you duck into the heavier oak tree to your right for a breath, you can barely hear anything with the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears — there’s a throb between your thighs, fuelled by the lick of fear that follows before you hear the crunch of the grass behind you.

“oh? thats clever. but you can’t hide forever, don’t go shy on me now.” gojo drawls in the distance, dangerously as you try to suck in quick breathes, feeling your lungs quake with each exhale before you try to catch a glance behind you, eager to know his location— but you need to keep yourself moving.

“lookin’ for me?” you shriek when you snap your head back around to see him already in front of you, hands shoved in his pockets as he tilts his head down at you smugly. it’s like fight or flight the way you go to push past him to set off again but he’s already gone by the time you even blink, leaving you with your heart in your throat and the echo of his chuckle, left to only listen for his next location.

you feel like you’re caught in his web and every movement only tangles you further, but you can’t deny the flicker of lust at the base of your spine that comes with it.

it’s quiet for a few moments except from the rush of your own feet, like you’re being taunted with the taste of an escape, until you hear it— for the first time hear him, his footsteps as you try to steal a look into the darkness behind you that feels like it’s threatening to swallow you entirely.

then that’s when you actually see it, the way gojo’s tall form seems to rip its way from the shadows like he’s finally stopped playing with you — something unhinged and a little wild in his eyes as he gains on you alarmingly quick. he could’ve caught you already, all this time but that’s not fun— your heart is throbbing as you gasp at the sight of him, hearing the heavy footsteps as he sprints after you, the distance he’s closing quickly filling your mind as you make a break into the trees.

“so fast, sweet girl! but did you really think you could get away from me?” he teases from behind you, goading as you realise how close his voice actually sounds. you’ve never run as fast as you’re running right now, every thud from behind you feels like it kicks your legs out from under you but you can’t stop.

but fuck— gojo loves you like this, in your desperate, needy state, you’re like a bunny running from the jaws of a wolf as he watches you twist for an escape, such perfect prey.

you swear you feel his longer fingers reach for you, like the hairs on the back of your neck are standing to attention, atoms drawn into him like you’re above to be snared in a trap— but still so lured in by his touch as he gains on your figure. you almost fumble at the realisation, your feet slipping and giving you a few more seconds— a last ditch effort to escape as you skid on your feet and turn, making a break for the slight opening in the trees, just down by the river.

“hm? oh, well. guess i’ll be a little rough.” you hear gojo chuckle behind you as you keep moving and the sound tempts you into casting a last glance over your shoulder before you realise he’s already there, it only takes him a few strides of his long legs— it’s like he seen that move coming.

you can’t help but scream at the sudden contact of his hand on your skin, instinct telling you to push him away as you try but his grip is tight— pulling you into him before he’s taking you down hard onto the cool grass beneath you. the impact leaves you a little dizzy and disorientated as you both breathe deep, the breath feeling like it’s been knocked out of you as you try to drag yourself away from where he has you pinned between him and the earth, claiming and caging you.

“there we go, that’s better. right where you need t’ be, hm?” gojo’s voice shakes as he speaks to you, so driven by his lust as he watches you struggle beneath him, clawing at the dirt as he presses you down. his breathing comes quick as you feel his hand clamp around your waist — reaching up between your breasts to squeeze his hand around your throat and drag you back the few measly inches you’d escaped until you’re against his chest.

“oh, but you ran so well f’ me, princess. feel what you do to me, hm?” your eyes flutter at the way he presses his clothed cock into you, letting you feel the impressive strain of it through his slacks as he all but ruts you into the dirt beneath you like an animal. you stop struggling at that, collapsing under his weight and suddenly pliant with the hard press of him between your legs, already dripping with the adrenaline that courses through you as your cheek rests against the cool grass.

“p-please, please..” your voice is tight with need as you try to rock your hips back into his, feeling gojo curl his way over you before he’s pulling away entirely to twist you onto your back. that’s when you finally see him, mused and needy— hes flushed, something dark pooling in his usual bright gaze and it makes you gasp as he shoves your dress up your quivering legs, wrapping them around his waist before his huge body is pushing between your thighs to kiss you breathless.

“told you i’d catch you, didn’t i? knew i would, think i was gonna let you go? a sweet lil thing like you?” he’s gone completely as he speaks into the kiss, burying praise and filth between your lips as you squeeze your legs around his waist, grabbing at his snowy roots until he’s groaning against you.

he can’t wait any longer, gojo’s moan is wrecked as he pulls away to mouth at your throat, biting and suckling at the skin as you arch up into him. you’re panting out sweet little pleas, begging for him as he breathes through clenched teeth, tearing so mercilessly at your panties before his pants and belt follow afterwards and you need him so bad you feel tears bead at your lashes.

“aww, you cryin’ f’ me?” he tries to tease but it comes out as more of a breathless croon of a laugh, his cock twitching while your eyes look down to sweep over the thick curve of him. he pushes his chest closer to you, letting your hair tangle in the earth beneath you both as he takes you beneath him.

gojo would normally take his time prepping you, but you’re already a puddle of mewls and whines beneath him, basically begging for him already as he lets his cock tease it’s way through your folds, swiping the head at the slick gathered there as you feel the friction burn and sizzle into something that warms your body from the inside out.

“satoru, please!” you gasp and you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline, the chase or the anticipation that makes it so easy for him to press his way into you but you’re soaked, feeling the first real silky grind of his cock split through your folds before it’s catching on your clit, making you both gasp and moan at the wet tacky sound that follows.

“oh? so greedy f’ me.” the desperate hug of your pussy feels like it pulls him in as you rub your slick along his cock, forcing him closer before he’s finally sinking into your twitching cunt. gojo’s hand fists your hair before he’s shoving your head back so hard your back arches, lapping into your mouth as you tremble and squeeze around him— panting loud in your ears as he hunches over you. “mm, but you’ve got me so hungry f’ you, baby.”

you’re so tight and barely prepped as he drags you along the grass beneath you— feeling his teeth drag along your lower lip as he ruts himself into the warm hug of your walls. every wet withdrawal of his hips is loud but the slap back is even louder as it echoes around the shadows, he’s like a man possessed, completely unhinged as his hips smack so mercilessly into yours it burns, forcing your walls to stretch and mould to him.

you’re already so close gojo can feel it as he presses deep into your body, losing himself in the pleasure he’s earned, the pleasure he owns as he claims his little prize as you claw at his shoulders for any sort of release.

“my sweet girl, ran so hard and all f’ me. you said you could handle it, so ‘ts all mine to take now, right?”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[vaamins]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 satoru gojo for as long as you had known him. you had been enamoured by his very presence from when you first met him back in your teen years at jujutsu tech.

had you known you would fall such head over heels for him, you would’ve transferred to the sister school in kyoto but you were already in far too deep for your own good so you stayed.

stayed and watched as the days went by and the seasons changed and yet still, your feelings remained unchanged, unmoved. not even having eroded with the passage of time. you deemed yourself love sick for a man who did not, could not, love you.

satoru gojo had eyes on none but his best friend. be it platonically you r romantically, you didn’t know, but everyone knew they were inseparable. like yin and yang. one could not exist without eachother.

when the first petals fell from your mouth after a coughing fit, you shrugged it off as an after effect of fighting a peculiar curse. it was impossible to ignore them there on.

you were coughing wherever, whenever. petals of all colours escaping the crevices of your throat. after the fourth coughing attack, you’d went to the doctors and they’d diagnosed you with hanahaki.

there regrettable looks and pity glances has been too much and that night you’d went and searched it up. oh, how you regretted that now.

coughing over the toilet seat, you could feel something sharp scrape along the inside flesh of your throat sending a stabbing pain down and into your chest. you gagged on something you did not know, a few bloodied petals escaped your mouth throughout the long minutes you lay clutching the toilet.

after what felt like eternity, whatever had been clogging your throat passed through—

a flower.

not just petals. but stem and all.

it was covered in thorns that were covered in blood.

later that night, you coughed some more and the next day, you refused to get out of bed. refused to see any of your friends faces, nonetheless, satoru’s, for fear they would read everything on your face.

days, you stayed in your room. coughing up petals and flowers alike. you started to think you’d grown an entire garden in your stomach. you laughed at the thought as you lay on the cold ground of your room. a thin trail of blood trickled down your mouth and ironically all you could to think about was satoru.

of his white hair and his blue eyes. you twirled the freshest flower you coughed up. it’s bud was still unopened, but you could see through the blood that stained it that the petals were white as snow.

how funny. the one who would kill you was the one you loved the most. a tear fell down your cheek. you didn’t want to die. no, you couldn’t die. you still had so much to do, so much to live for, so much to achieve, to see, to meet. to love.

but you couldn’t stop your eyes from slowly falling closed or even the darkness that crept in through your peripherals but you swore you could hear the sounds of multiple feet running down the hallway. you would be gone before they ever got there.

© VAAMINS 24 do not copy, repost or plagiarise my work.

[vagabond-umlaut]

a battle well begun is the war half won

gojo notices you. you notice gojo. [the boy wants your eyes on him at all times.]

teen!gojo x fem!reader; first meetings; love at first sight[??]; lovesick gojo[??]; mostly fluffy; 1 small discussion on death; reader is in 1st yr whilst gojo is in 3rd yr; gojo has a very... unique definition of romancing in his brain; 'one-sided enemies to lovers' vibes; 2.2k wc

belongs to the series 'fictitious force' but can be read as a stand-alone if you wanna

the og saying is smthng else, yeah... ik. i js tweaked it a bit for fic title purposes, hehe. also, pls no comments on how i named this series... i used to hv a love-hate thing with pseudo-force problems in physics during my hs... and i'm srsly out of ideas :D

header frm pinterest // divider by @/benkeibear // jjk isn't mine

the sky bleeds green, the first time gojo sees you fight.

it isn't anything enthralling. your movements, far from well-practised. your twisted expression screams unease at best, extreme discomfort at worst— you are definitely not one of the best sorcerers the boy has seen so far—

yet he finds himself utterly transfixed.

feet rooted to the earth as an even brighter green beam cuts through the forest. and the second mountain of cursed energy becomes a few wisps of smoke. your form slumping to the ground not long after—

were the boy a better person at heart, he reckons he would've rushed to help you. but he isn't. not really.

so he keeps to his vantage point. blue eyes narrowing a touch behind his shades, as they watch you slowly heave yourself off the mud, face shifting into a scowl as you trudge towards a tree and plop down with no ceremony in front of it—

a barely-there rustle to his left.

followed by the appearance of the steady simmer of a cursed energy, all too familiar.

"yo, nanamin!" gojo greets, wearing a wide beam the second the said kouhai comes before him, feet carefully and soundlessly treading the rugged terrain— the latter's perpetual glower turns into a momentary flicker of surprise.

but it's vanished before the older boy can comment on it.

nanami's face flattens back to its usual state of annoyed indifference.

"the tournament is already over. yaga-sensei wants us all to report to him in another ten..." the boy trails off. rather abruptly. rather strange for him— aha! so nanamin has finally spotted you in the valley below, huh?— gojo wraps an arm around his kouhai's shoulders, allowing his gaze to return to you as well.

you look pretty cute when you're yawning...

"she's from kyoto, isn't she?"

"yes," the younger boy replies, pinning gojo under a curious look. but it's gone all too soon, all too swiftly like the ones preceding. he drops the arm resting on his shoulder.

gojo lets him. simply pouting in response, before he hums, "do you know her?"

"personally, no," nanami is quick to answer, "but from what i've heard from others... she's somewhat peculiar, if i may say so."

this is honestly one of the best opportunities he will ever get to tease that stoic underclassman of his, even more 'cause since when did he, the nanami kento, start gossipping like old geezers!?— but gojo opts to let this chance pass by.

getting more deets on you is way more important for him.

he doesn't bother to hide his burgeoning interest from his tone. "you know her name by any chance?"

nanami does. and as far as gojo knows, your surname doesn't belong to any of the sorcerer clans. none of the major clans, he is pretty sure of that— you might be from a minor one. or, what his gut feelings are telling him, you're from a non-sorcerer background.

not that it matters to him. he is better than the elders of his clan.

"and which year is she in?"

"first year."

wow. you haven't been in school for more than a few months, but you have already managed to make people talk about yourself, huh? quite impressive, gojo thinks as he steals another glance of you.

this time, no longer yawning. just staring vacantly at your keds—

except those muddy shoes are no longer the object of your attention. it is him— really, so very him— your bright, blinding, blindingly bright gaze, every ounce of it focused on him, as your back straightens. and he spots your shoulders tense, brows furrow—

gojo satoru doesn't run away.

he is one of the strongest duo of jujutsu sorcerers. the boy does not, he cannot, he must not run away... yet that's what he does when his gaze collides with you the first time.

grabbing nanami's hand and wasting not one moment to warp them both to the school rooftop, his kouhai's yelp of surprise goes with an ear-piercing whistle of the winds— gojo releases his hold on the boy, the moment his feet touch the concrete— and turns to him, eyes the calmest he can make them seem.

"tell me everything you know about her— like, right now— or i will tell your dear geto-senpai you were the one who finished his melon pan— quit glaring and start speaking, nanamin!!!"

****

turns out, nanami's heart has a very soft corner for gojo's best friend.

also turns out, the third-year need not wait till the breakfast at 10 am tomorrow, to approach you— you amble into his life, dressed in a tad too washed-out set of pajamas and a terrible hairstyle— gojo reckons an angel too would look the same, when you flip the kitchen lights on, making the clock seem a halo-ey thing behind your head.

you stop. suck in a sharp breath.

the boy swallows the last bit of his mochi. and grins.

"heeey! you're the newbie from kyoto, right? heard a lot 'bout you!"

honestly? it was less of hearing and more of extracting info, but gojo decides not to mention it. you don't have any business knowing that, whatever can be the case— ten painfully slow seconds tick by before you return him a response—

a stiff smile.

an even stiffer bow.

followed by you turning on your heel.

were gojo any slower, you would've slipped from the kitchen without any doubt. but he isn't. which is why not even four seconds can pass before he stills you again, this time not by his tall figure lounging in a terrifyingly dark kitchen but by his fingers grasping your wrist.

thumb pressing into the dangerously frantic pulse beneath your skin.

you try to snatch your hand away. and the boy lets you. only 'cause he was too distracted by the furious warmth of embarrassment creeping into your pretty face— no, it is not for how your skin felt a tad too soft beneath the callouses of his palm...

you're the first one to speak this time. voice so quiet... so firm.

"i don't think i can help you with anything, senpai. please don't bother me this way. let me go... please."

no way in hell is gojo bothering you right now— the indignant retort is the first thing the boy can think of. but he resolves to bite it back.

a stupid argument isn't how he wants his story with you to start. sure, there might and will be those later on, but not now. no. he shoots the second grin of his this night, your way.

"aw, i don't need your help with anything— but yeah, you're right. i'm not supposed to stop you like this... you need to sleep enough before tomorrow's one-on-one duels, don't ya?"

"yeah," you agree easily, eyes drifting to your shoes in a small nod.

gojo's grin widens.

maybe like a cheshire cat.

maybe like a victor cat who finally got the rat right where he wanted: in his paws.

"but you won't be needing a lot of rest if you're already determined to lose the match tomorrow— will you now?"

no, you won't. you obviously won't. gojo has learnt enough about you to predict this much accurately; but maybe not too accurately. given you don't show any sliver of shock or fear in return.

just two eyebrows raised, only to slowly descend to their original level a moment later. your tone feels firmer this time. "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?"

"nothing too serious," the boy hums easily, stuffing his hands into his trousers pockets. why do they start being so cold, so clammy now of all times??— "just that it doesn't take a hell lot of work to maintain an image of being an incompetent idiot, like the one you always seem to be— c'mon," the boy coaxes, making his voice seem extra petulant at noticing still no emotion whatsoever on your face, "you do know what i'm speaking of, don't you?"

in retrospect, maybe... he should have handled you with greater care. you're not only new to your school, but also to the world of sorcery in general. pressing you so hard will hurt you, if not break you entirely— but gojo doesn't let such concerns form in his mind. not even for one whole second.

not when he wants to see something, anything come to life in those bright eyes of yours. he is dying to see a spark in them.

you fold your arms across your chest. brows nearing in a mild scowl. gojo doesn't really understand, but loves the sense of joy the sight is bringing him— "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?" your adorable voice repeats, stonier than before.

he resists the urge to pinch your cheeks. or worse, coo at you.

the boy removes his hands from his pockets. copying your stance as he says, "i cannot really tell you anything, y'know— you're almost as smart as me— i mean, tricking those stinking geezers into believing you're just some weakass, with neither a cursed technique nor good fighting skills, despite the insane amount of cursed energy you've..."

"why did you never curb your cursed energy, by the way?" the query slips past his lips into the space in between: horribly genuine. a fact that doesn't escape your eye, he grasps when you reply— in spite of the not-too-little reluctance marking your features.

"the higher-ups were aware of my high cursed energy before i even knew what the hell it was— it was honestly too late," you state in an awfully matter-of-fact tone, "they would have noticed if i tried to do anything to it."

the 'and they would have harmed me or my family' goes unsaid, but gojo doesn't need to hear it to know it. not entirely intentionally, his voice grows softer with the next question.

"but you tampered with something that no one knew anything of yet— you lied about having no cursed technique, didn't you?"

your hesitation overpowers you this time, however. brows furrowing for a beat at him, before they flatten again. you offer a curt nod.

few more seconds borrowed until you speak again, "but my horrible fighting skills weren't a lie entirely... i really am shit at fighting— you saw that today, did you not?"

he did. he so did—

but that very moment, he also saw just how strong your technique is. surely not as powerful as his. but pretty much capable on its own— it frankly won't be a serious issue even if you keep fighting how you did today—

the sound of a yawn breaks his internal musings.

those big eyes of yours blink up at him. so bleary, so bright. he stifles the urge to pinch your cheeks again. deciding to shoo away the sleep in your eyes by throwing the next ask his brain has cooked up. one he knows, has the biggest 'yes!' ever for its answer—

"you're very scared of dying, aren't you? that's why you always make yourself seem so weak— so much so that you aren't assigned to any mission— don't you?"

— only to question his brain when he notes the easy smile twist your lips. it sharpens at the edges as you answer, "dying's rather easy and uncomplicated, senpai. it doesn't really scare me, except maybe, the pain i might have to suffer— but do you know what's scarier??"

"no," gojo says back quietly. honestly. your smile grows something an awful lot similar to pity— the boy detests it usually... but coming from you, he thinks he will take it.

he will take any look you're willing to give him.

as long as it's you on the other side—

your words reach him quieter than the breeze outside. "what's more terrifying is the worry of what is going to happen to your loved ones, should you just die someday— death is inevitable, but i just want to stave it off for as long as i can. just so i may live with my family... you know what, senpai?" you interrupt yourself abruptly, voice becoming the sharpest in these last fifteen minutes.

a feeble sound escapes the boy.

he isn't sure if it's because of that sincere little hum in your words or if it is the gleam of the moonlight on your face. perhaps, both...

yeah, both— it is rather difficult to distinguish between the beauty of your inner self from that of your outer self— the smile simmers down to a subtle twitch of your lips.

something stutters and stumbles inside gojo's chest.

"i know you see me as nothing more than a coward right now, but i believe... it's better to be a coward and alive, than to be a hero and dead— isn't it, senpai?"

[you're pretty bold, however.

far braver than he could ever deem you to be, the boy muses later to himself with a wry smile, an ice bag on the big toe of his right foot— this poor thing swollen and bruised from how mercilessly the heel of your slipper stamped onto it earlier—

okay, fine— the sorcerer concedes to the imaginary angel perched on his shoulder. something between a grumble and a sigh escaping— he shouldn't have asked you out on a date, in return for him to keep your secrets.

it was really inappropriate, he admits. and gojo likes to see himself as a gentleman... yet, yet, yet.

the need to see that placid mask of yours crack— let it be by a glower and not by the smile, he has never seen on you but knows will be just as lovely as you— that need was too overwhelming then as well...

shushing the angel and fist-bumping his guardian devil, gojo tosses the ice bag away. and falls back into his bed—

a very happy, a touch too giddy grin splitting his face into halves:

you really are a peculiar girl, heh!]

hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this ❤️❤️

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[ickadori]

I read the borrowed time piece you did and WAS OBSESSED! I am dying to know the fallout of that whole thing. How on earth does Yuji react when he realizes Sukuna just borrowed his body to eat you out? Where do they even go from there? Would you consider writing a follow up piece or even just share your thoughts on what you think would happen next? THANK YOU

-A thirsty follower

i don’t plan on making a part two on that, but if i did, it would more than likely feature both sukuna and yuji, once again.

it would probably start off with yuji apologizing and trying to explain that sukuna had taken over somehow, despite yuji claiming to always have control over him, only for sukuna to interject somewhere in between to correct the story. probably smth like this ~

“I don’t know how he took control, but he did—I tried to stop him, I really did, and I did stop him...just at the wrong time.” The blush on Yuji’s face is concerning, but you can’t think about his wellbeing too much when you’re no better. Your skin feels hot all over, sweat beading at the back of your neck and heart hammering in your chest, and your hands nervously pull and stretch at the end of your sweater.

I should really change, you think. No, you should just kick Yuji out completely and just transfer to the Kyoto school and never show your face around here again. Yeah, you could do that, that’d work.

“Your persistence in painting me as the only fucked up one is really pissing me off, brat.” You nearly squawk at Sukuna’s voice, a red eye focused on you, or more specifically, the glossy sheen that still coats the insides of your thighs. You press them tightly together and glare at him -them-, and a deep, gravelly snicker sounds as a result.

Yuji slaps a hand over his cheek in an attempt to quiet him, an attempt that has failed time and time again in the past, and fails again as he simply makes the hand materialize on the back of Yuji’s palm. “Tell her exactly how I was able to take over - tell her what you were doing.”

“Nothing. I wasn’t doing anything!” There’s a panicked look in his eyes, and you tense when Yuji turns to you, scooting closer to where you’re sat on the couch and leaning into your space. His lips move a mile a minute, and your stomach clenches as you take in the wetness that’s still spread across the bottom half of his face. Oh, God. “—really don’t know how he was—”

“He came to the thought of fucking that tight, sweet cunt so hard that he passed out, and we both know what happened next.” Sukuna grins, Yuji pales, and you blink, trying and failing to ignore the way your panties become even stickier. “Surprised it didn’t happen sooner. The pervert can barely go two seconds without creaming his pants when he’s around you.” You want to call him a hypocrite, a damned nasty one, but you find that your words are stuck in your throat, eyes unconsciously trailing down to marvel at the bulge in Yuji’s pants. It’s big...how is it so big? “Let’s also not forget that you didn’t take control, I gave it to you to shut you up.”

Sukuna gives you an unsettling once over.

“He wouldn’t shut up about wanting to taste you himself - he nearly cried when I got you to come on our tongue. I let him clean up the mess afterwards.” Your mind goes back to the softer, near desperate licks and sucks that had transpired after you came, and your cheeks burn at the reveal that it had been Yuji happily lapping between your thighs and not just Sukuna. “And judging by the way you keep rubbing your thighs together... he’s gonna be cleaning up another pretty soon.”

[niki-phoria]

STAY WITH ME / I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE

pairing: itadori yuuji x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: hurt comfort word count: 467

notes: part 02 of this fic but can be read alone kinda, yuuji cries, title from cigarettes after sex - k.

ITADORI YUUJI is speechless. for what feels like the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to say. the world around him moves in a blur - shoko pressing her cool hands against his warm skin, removing the worst of his injuries in mere minutes; yaga pacing back and forth as he argues with somebody on the phone; a few of the kyoto kids rushing past him as they run to check on their own friends; you. 

you, standing in front of him, with wide eyes filled with unshed tears. you, covered in bruises and blood and dirt that your hands will obsessively scrub off once the chaos has calmed down a bit. you, who he hurt with his hands.

yuuji can all but feel the way your gaze lingers on the patches of blood seeping into his uniform and staining his skin. guilt racks through him like a freight train. of all people, how could he have forgotten about you?

“y/n,” he whispers. you smile softly as you move to sit down on the edge of his bed. when you reach up to cup his cheek, yuuji can feel you tremble slightly. he reaches up to wrap his hand around your wrist, letting his eyes close as he leans into your touch. 

your hand slips, trailing down until your fingertips brush against the newly forming scar that runs down the center of his face. yuuji’s eyes flutter open at the touch. “does it hurt?” you whisper.

“no,” he replies, his voice just as soft. 

you let out a sigh, - relief, maybe? - before closing your eyes. yuuji grits his teeth, trying to blink back the tears that begin to roll down his cheeks in waves. “how can you say that?” he whispers. his voice cracks. trembling hands grip onto your own as if you’ll disappear when yuuji lets go. “how can you even look at me?”

“yuuji,” you murmur. reaching up to rest your free hand against his cheek, you tentatively rub your thumb against the newly forming bruises littering his cheeks.

“i hurt you,” he interrupts. “i lost control and i hurt you. what if he-” he pauses, glaring down at the floor through blurry vision. yuuji’s voice drops to little more than a whisper. “what if he killed you?”

“yuuji.” your hands cup his face, tilting his head upwards until his gaze meets yours. “it’s not your fault. you did everything you could.”

leaning in, you press a fleeting kiss against the edge of the newly forming scar near his lip. a few stray tears sting at your own eyes. yuuji grips onto your uniform, his hands curling around the fabric. he hides himself away in the crook of your neck as you rub your hand against his back. “i love you, yuuji.”

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[itadorey]

[4:35 pm]

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

angst, ~700 words

gojo satoru does not fall in love.

or at least, that's what he tries to tell himself every time he sees you.

the very concept of love is not one that the white-haired sorcerer is intrinsically familiar with, especially not with his upbringing and his role in the jujutsu world. but whenever he's around you, he finds himself wondering if the skip in his heartbeat can be attributed to that very emotion.

you had transferred to the tokyo metropolitan curse technical college at the start of his second year, having left the kyoto campus behind when your parents decided to move to the city. it had taken months for you to come out of your shell, and shoko had even reached out to utahime to see if there was anything they could do to make you feel more at ease around them. (when gojo had reached out to utahime for the same reason, his attempts has been ignored.)

you had eventually given in, befriending shoko first, then geto, and finally gojo.

the friendship between you and gojo had started off rocky, the two of you always at odds due to his constant teasing. it wasn't until he saw your cursed technique in action that he finally stopped, and from then on he had taken an interest in you. your days were full of gojo trailing after you, bugging you at any given moment and asking about you and your cursed technique in an attempt to sate his curiosity. one-sided conversations eventually became weekend hangouts, with geto often joining you and gojo on your snack runs. shoko always chose to stay behind, reminding the three of you to swipe a packet of cigarettes for her every time you went out.

there was something about you that seemed to bring a sense of normalcy to gojo's life, as ironic as it was considering you were both jujutsu sorcerers. maybe it was the way you seemed to smile so easily, or the way you never failed to shoot back a witty remark when he teased you. gojo wasn't sure, but what he did know that somewhere along the line, he had fallen for you.

and he had to let you know as soon as possible.

"where are they?" gojo asks, panting lightly as he sprinted in front of shoko. she raised an eyebrow, tucking her cigarette packet back into her pocket before putting a hand on her hip.

"who?"

"don't play dumb," gojo scoffs, bouncing in place as he pokes shoko's shoulder. "you know who."

a sigh escapes shoko's lips, and she swats gojo's hand away before responding. "they're probably in the courtyard."

"thanks!" gojo calls out, already taking a step away. he was quickly stopped, shoko's hand grasping onto his jacket as she pulled him back.

"why are you in such a rush?"

"i need to tell them something important," gojo admits, his smile growing when shoko gives him a skeptical look. "i might be in love with them."

shoko's eyes widen at gojo's words, and a nervous look overcomes her features as her grip tightens even more. "gojo, wait. they're with geto."

"that's okay!" gojo replies, prying shoko's hands away from him as he starts walking again. "i can just pull them aside."

"no, wait!" shoko yells, trailing after gojo and stopping as he got further and further away. "you don't get it—"

she trails off, a groan leaving her lips as she rubs her temples. she sprints after her friend, catching up to him just as he reaches the entrance to the courtyard. she crashes into his back, rubbing her nose as she peeks out from behind him to see why he had stopped so abruptly.

there, sitting comfortably on a bench, is you. geto's head is in your lap, his eyes crinkled shut as he smiles up at you. you lean down to press a soft kiss to his lips, brushing his bangs away from his face before kissing his forehead as well.

"oh," gojo whispers, tilting his head down to look at shoko before turning to face her. "they're with geto."

"gojo, wait—"

shoko's words go ignored as gojo shoulders past her, inhaling sharply as he makes his way back towards the dorms.

gojo satoru does not fall in love, and now he remembers why.

reblogs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

[kyotohawaiihongkongtrail]

音羽山。この三角点のほぼ真下を東海道新幹線が潜り抜けています。

JR大津駅を出発。ここから長い尾根道を登るコースですが、距離がある分、激登りがなく、

トレイルもほぼ広々としていて、まったり山！

前半倒木が多いですが、よく片付けられていて、ありがた山！

ちょっと今日は朝遅め、なので時間が少なめ、でもちゃんとピークの一つはハントしたい、という日に、サクッと山！

だだっ広い尾根道、要所要所にしっかりとした登りもあり、トレッキング靴も満足してます。

関電鉄塔の眺望地に到達。

高圧線のおかげで、樹木が切られ、大津市街が一望。

反対側の眺め。あちらが大谷へ向かう東海自然歩道（下山路）となります。

鉄塔を過ぎると、まもなく鶴の里（びわ湖放送局）への岐路。

根っこ根っこ。

東海自然歩道に出会う。

音羽山山頂までは、ほぼ平たん路。

山頂到達。

三角点を見ると、その山のハイカーからの人気度がうかがえます。

京都の東山と西山、北山が一度に視野に入るイチオシの眺め。

本日のランチは焼きそば。

メーカーの指南通りに、30秒たったら裏返すのが、おいしく作るこつ。

下調理してきた野菜とお肉を入れて完成！

音羽山からは様々なルーティングがとれますが、今回は東海自然歩道を京阪大谷駅方向へ、最もオーソドックスなルーティングで下山します。

途中から逸れた場所に、謎の休憩所があるようです。（未だ立ち寄ったことはありません）

このルートは階段が整備され、ありがたいことこの上ないのですが、歩幅が1.5歩くらいで、正直下りにくく、慎重に。山の階段あるあるですね。

国道からの車の音が大きくなってくると、もうすぐ大谷。

逢坂山歩道橋。東海自然歩道のハイカーのためだけに架けられています。

歩道橋を渡ったら、左手へ国道に下り、京阪大谷駅にて歩行終了。

京阪大谷駅の名物ベンチ。勾配の途中にあるために、左右の足の長さを変えて作られているのです。

まったり山、ありがた山、サクッと山、音羽山でおつかれ山！でした。→京都一周トレイル＋関西のアーカイブはこちら

[that-basic-simp]

Safe

Mizu X Fem!Reader CW: Blood WC: 1.2k+

"Where is she, Ringo?!" I yelled at him, frustrated.

"I-I don't know. All I know is that some group of people came and took her. Taigen followed after them probably to save her."

"He's going to get himself killed," I sighed, grabbing my sword. "Point me in the direction of where they went."

"I am coming with you."

"I cannot allow it."

"An apprentice never leaves his master side."

I glared over at Ringo, "This could possibly be a life or death situation. And Y/N is already in trouble. I can't afford to possibly lose another person close to me, Ringo."

His eyes widened slightly, a sparkle in them. Grabbing my cloak, I placed it on my shoulders and secured it. The last thing I needed to put on were my glasses. As soon as everything was in place, I slid open the door to the house I came to grow accustomed to. It was Y/N's idea to settle down after my revenge mission. And here we are. We were living in a peaceful house not too far from Kyoto, but that peace would soon be disrupted after what these people did with Y/N.

"And besides, if she and Taigen managed to escape, you'll be here waiting for them. To greet them with tea and a nice meal."

Ringo nodded his head, "Just be careful out there, master."

I nodded to Ringo before heading out to who knows where. I had to get information first. That was going to be the hardest part, but as I was making my way towards Kyoto, I found a trail of footprints. The downside of it being winter, but it was possibly going to help me in the long run. Following the footprints, they went in the opposite direction of Kyoto.

Quickening my pace, I stuck to the footprint trail until they stopped. Lying ahead of me was a small little wooden building. It reminded me of the one I stopped at when I was searching for the white men that sold opium. The day where I got stabbed and was severely wounded. Shaking those memories away, I carefully crept towards the building. There was laughter ringing from inside. The door was slightly cracked open. Silently walking towards the door, I pushed it open just to see what I was dealing with. There were four guys. Y/N and Taigen were tied up and kneeling in front of the fireplace. I let out a quiet sigh, knowing I'd have to save Tiagen's ass. He was more than capable of dealing with these guys himself, but alas, Mizu to the rescue. Again.

I couldn't go in there and start swinging. I didn't want to hurt Y/N. Taigen, I could afford to, but at this current moment in time, I didn't want either of them to be used as collateral. I had to think of a way to get at least one of the guys out of here to open up the spacing. I've fought in tighter spaces before, but again, I didn't have to worry about two lives in there. One I cherished, the other, eh. Turning, I got an idea. I stood up and stomped down the stairs, quickly hiding underneath them.

"What was that?"

"Go check."

The door opened and footsteps came from above me. The guy turned, trying to find signs of life nearby. When he had his back, I unsheathed my sword and immediately stuck it in his back, the blade protruding from his chest. I placed my hand over his mouth, silencing any sound that would come from him. Once his body stopped writhing, I let his body fall to the ground, catching the attention of another guy that was in there. I jumped back underneath the stairs as he walked down them, finding his comrade's dead body.

"Hey! Get out here!"

The other two came out and that was when I let loose. All of them were away from Y/N and Taigen. I had free reign to kill anyway I see fit. Coming up from behind the one, I thrusted my sword into his neck. Removing my sword, I kicked his body as he was falling onto the ground. Now there were two. One pulled out a dagger. I just scoffed and charged towards him. He jabbed at me, trying to get my shoulder. I dodged out of the way and went down for a slash. The diagonal cut caused his body to slip into two, falling onto the snow ridden ground, turning the once peaceful white a dark shade of red. Finding the last guy who was there raised his hands as he trembled.

"P-Please, spare me."

I sheathed my sword and walked over to him, stepping over the dead bodies on the ground. Grabbing the front of his haori, I pulled him towards me.

"Why did you capture her? Was it because Heiji Shindo died? Let the Shogun die while I couldn't stop Fowler at that instance? Was it because I killed those white men?"

"W-We needed the money."

"Flesh traders," I snarled. "How did you find us?"

"People in Kyoto talked about a beautiful woman that lived on the outskirts of the city. There were a couple people we had to look out for, more specifically you, but once we saw she was alone, we took her and ran."

"Was this the rendezvous point?"

"Yes."

"Who was going to buy from you?"

"I-I don't know. I swear. All we were given was that they were anonymous."

"I see."

I let his haori go. Right when he thought he was spared, I kicked the dagger up from the last guy I killed and tossed it in his direction, getting him right in the neck. His body slowly fell to the ground and I stood outside, waiting for this person to come. They never came. Walking up the stairs, a small knife was thrown my way when I opened the door. Quickly dodging it, I found Taigen had released Y/N from her bindings.

"Mizu!" she cried, getting up and rushing towards me.

I rushed towards her as well, embracing her tightly as she threw herself into my arms. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing she was safe in my arms.

"I'll give you a minute alone," Taigen said.

"Taigen," I pulled away for a moment to place a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you for trying to ensure her safety."

"We may not get along, Mizu, but I can tell where your priorities lie. And they're good ones," Taigen said as he walked out of the small building.

I nodded as he walked out, about to turn to face Y/N. She placed her hands on my cheeks and pulled me in for a kiss. I smiled softly as I wrapped my arms around her waist as I kissed her back. I pulled away, but she chased after for another. She got what she wanted. It was followed by a few more before she was satisfied.

Pulling away, there were tears in her eyes as she hugged me tightly. I hugged her as equally tight, my one hand running up the backside of her head, my fingers getting entangled in her hair. She let out a sigh of relief as her shoulders trembled.

"Shh, you're safe, Y/N," I whispered in her ear, kissing the side of her head softly. "You're always safe with me."

[itsmarjudgelove]

The Nakasendo, known as the Samurai Trail, is a historic highway that connected Edo (Tokyo) and Kyoto during the Edo period. You can still walk the path that samurai walked about 400 years ago.

[prwcess]

Under the floorboards

Mizu x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT!!!!! also blood, weaponry, fighting, and argument Lol!!!!

(reader believes Mizu is male)

The wood creaks under me and dirt tumbles around my ankles as i climb up from underneath the ancient home of a “Tanzaki”. Who knows who this man is, but as an assassin, i don’t think that’s my buisness.

I scurry through the surprisingly well kept tunnels as if a rat living under the floorboards, listening in to find several pairs of footsteps. Mainly from up ahead, yet it seems as through something’s .. sneaking up on me?

Drawing the illegally sold and bought european gun from my waist band and stand in silence, planning my next move as the steps get closer.

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With no idea what to do as the door creaks open i aim the gun at the height of an average man’s head and steady my breathing, I hear the man draw a sword.

two steps.

two steps and i recognize those bright blue devil eyes.

I feel as though i’ve fallen into a trance, the familiar face rushing towards me causes no reaction. I lower the gun as i watch Mizu retreat.

“what are you doing here?” i ask, the last time i saw this man was after traveling with him place to place for a year, unknowing of his plans. I kept watch for new job opportunities, and once Mizu and I were done, we moved on to the next city. That was until we reached kyoto, where he disappeared leaving a trail of blood.

“i could ask you the same question.”

“well I-“

“why are you carrying that?” Mizu cuts me off and steps forward eyeing my gun, obviously brand new.

“I think i asked you a question first, did you leave all your etiquette back in kyoto?” i remark, genuinely forgetting the job I need to get done before sunrise.

“Im here to kill Tanazaki.”

he states quite plainly, the blank expression never quivering.

“well, i’m getting paid to do exactly that, and im not leaving here unless I do so myself.” i finish off and turn to step forward, ready to face whatever group of men in the next room, yet as I take a step I notice something… a lack of…

flooring.

I fall through into a darker and wider candle lit room, pillars on each side and walls with no doors.

coughing and hacking i look up as maxi climbs down under as well.

“don’t you have something you need to attend to?”

“you still talk a lot.” he mumbles examining our surroundings.

it seems as though there’s no exit, just one door in front, which i plan to let mizu explore as much as he wants.

I steady myself off the ground and attempt to launch myself off the wall to latch onto the ridges of the floor above, failing miserably.

“who’s there-..” i heard as my thud echoed throughout. Is that new? did they not hear my thud before? I loose myself in thought once more as I hear a creak. the hanging tapestries move and reveal a door. Something i should’ve been wary of before coming to kill the leader of a human chop shop.

As the newly discovered back door stained in blood creaked open I felt a quick jab to my waist up to my neck. Pulled behind a pillar with a hand around my neck and jaw and my mouth covered shut. In the moment, i lost my breath, a shiver falling down my spine from his cold touch. We listened in silence as 3 pairs of footsteps fell out the room, mumbles and chuckles. Do these men feel pity? Shame? Do they enjoy slaughtering innocent people to sell? The men fall into the next room and I pull my back off of Mizus chest, catching myself before i fall into a deep trance of thought.

i attempt stepping towards the bloody door, only to be held back by my wrist.

Without a word mizu let’s go and steps in front of me, waking towards the door. The room is empty. The remains of an old merchant lay on the table, filling the room with the scent of death.

“do you still care about what happened in kyoto?”

His sudden words perk me up,

what kind of question is that?

“did you care at all?” i snap, maybe a bit too hard on.

“i do.”

he says, facing away from me.

“you didn’t have the time to find me?”

i ask, truly curious why such a man would try to act like he cared.

“i think you stayed in the back of my mind. I have things to accomplish y/n.”

“interesting.” I look off to the side, acknowledging the old remains rotted to the bone, who knows who they could’ve been.

who knows what we could’ve been?

in just a flash i find mizu in front of me, staring down at me. “i need you.”

“excuse me?”

(Absolutely flabbergasted)

“travel with me again.”

“i need you, and your company.”

same full facial expression never faltered.

“maybe you just need my skill?” i find a smile on my face as I leaned against the bloody table, teasing the man who should clearly know Im accepting such an offer. No matter how angry I could’ve been i’ll always take an offer from Mizu.

“i want you, i don’t care about your weapons or your stealth.”

I watched him step closer and admired his hands as he rested them on my waist.

did he truly crave my touch or was he checking for another unknown weapon..?

as his cold hands made their way under my waistband i couldn’t help but give in to his touch, there’s no teasing or denying left for me.

“mizu…” I whisper softly, turning my head away to face the door.

“mm?”

his cold grasp releases one side of me and clutches my jaw turning me back to face him. Without hesitation he pressed a lustful kiss upon my lips and within nanoseconds the connection was back. Pushing him back slightly to create room never breaking said connection, I push myself on the table.

Mizus cold hands run deeper under my waistband, under the silk protecting me.

Before anything I open my eyes and put a hand against mizus chest,

“what about..” and without time to even notice the door Mizus spare knife is flung to stab the door shut.

[oursuperadventure]

We took a day trip out to Kyoto and visited the Fushimi Inari Shrine - it has a big forest trail where you walk through thousands of torii gates! (⛩️)

Along the trail we met a whole bunch of shrine cats! They were mostly just snoozing away soaking up the sun, it was very cute!

This is from my new book, Our Super Japanese Adventure! It's available to pre-order over at sarahgraley.com/shop right now! 🌸

[saltyinternetflower]

Kiss, Marry, Kill: A jjk mini fic

Wanna play kiss, marry, kill? Nobara asks with a fiendish smirk.

I shake my head. We can't play that in the classroom, specially in a combined class with Kyoto Academy.

It's too risky!

Come on, it'll be fun! She insists. The period is so dead right now! All Gojo sensei keeps talking about is his latest snowboarding trip to some hill station.

Fine, I sigh. Bring it on, then.

Nanami san. Geto sama. Gojo sensei.

NOBARA! I splutter, almost falling from my chair. This is unacceptable! They're our teachers, not to mention years older than us.

So what? We're all adults here, and did you not mention once you find older men attractive? Nobara narrows her eyes at me.

Look, I was dead drunk that night so it doesn't count, okay? I huff, flustered.

If you can answer this one, I'll crown you the queen of kiss, marry, kill and do all your homework for the rest of the summer.

Nobara crosses her heart with such a serious expression it almost makes me laugh.

Gosh you're so dramatic! I chuckle.

But honestly, this is so difficult! Nanami san is an absolute sweetheart. He looks like the perfect husband material! Geto sama, on the other hand, is easily the prettiest person I've ever seen. His manners are impeccable, which makes him ten times more attractive.

Then there is Gojo sensei.

He is...

Extremely annoying.

Vain.

Egoistic.

Never on time.

Hyper.

Talkative.

Unserious.

Wears a stupid lip gloss.

Smells like caramel.

Has the bluest eyes I've ever seen!

Those damn long legs that goes on for days.

Eyelashes like the wings of a dove.

I want to...do things to him! Kiss that stupid pout until it's raw and red, tug at those glorious strands of lavendar hair until he keens, trace my finger over his lean, muscular torso all the way down his happy trail, bury my nose inside his thighs and lick him down there, pinch his nipples and bite on his bony shoulders and claim him as mine.

Mine!

A voice whispers in my head, and my eyes fly open. When did I even close them?!

K...kiss G...Geto sama,

Marry Nanamin.. I pause.

And kill Gojo sensei? Nobara chips in, with a smile of approval.

F*ck Gojo sensei. I shrug, without meeting Nobara's gaze.

Wow! You really hate him that much?! She exclaims.

Yeah, I do. I smile.

[highdefhoetry]

Behind the Blindfold, ch. 5 [Gojo Satoru x reader]

tags: NSFW!!! female reader, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, tickle kink, creampie, overstimulation, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, size kink, size difference

summary: you fuck gojo satoru after he finally comes back from an important mission. less plot, more porn

word count: ~3,418

read part 1 here! read part 2 here! read part 3 here! read part 4 here!

read on ao3 here!

Two weeks.

It had been two weeks since you’d last seen Gojo. Two weeks since you had run your fingers through his fine, white hair. Two weeks since your lips had marked his skin as yours. Two weeks since he’d been deep inside you, thrusting rhythmically until you cried out in octaves of pleasure. Two long, boring, lonely weeks. 

There was only so much time left in your Tokyo assignment. You were set to return to your home country in just a few short days. Gojo, having been sent to Kyoto for some kind of obscure business he refused to disclose, had bid you farewell after the last steamy night you’d spent together.

“When will you be back?” you asked casually with bed sheets draped over your nude body. You kept your tone light and neutral, cleverly disguising your anxiety.

“Who knows…” he mused with a casual shrug, letting the door close behind him.

You haven’t heard from him since. And you hadn’t expected to. Gojo was a busy man. 

But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. You missed the way his big, strong hands roamed your body, how gently they caressed your sensitive skin with his rough and calloused palms. You yearned for the taste of his sweet, pink lips and the trails of kisses he left down your spine, across your shoulders, on the back of your hands. You longed to hear that deep, smooth voice calling out your name in the dark, whispering sweet somethings in your ear, praising your tightness and how good it felt to be inside you and how amazing you were for taking it all. 

And those eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes.

What were you going to do without him?

When the elders had assigned Gojo as your partner, you’d wanted nothing more than to get as far away from him as possible as quickly as possible. Now, the idea of being apart tore your heart in half. The grim reality of being all the way across the world for the foreseeable future was starting to sink in. A stark contrast from the beginning. Despite your best efforts, you’d fallen for him. And now you were cursed to live with these feelings forever.

The days dragged on. You made your peace with things, accepted that you may never see or speak to him again.

You’d be okay.

You always were.

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The night before your flight home, you hear a knock on the door and rouse yourself from a deep slumber to answer it. It was late. You had been comfortably dozing in bed, so you were less than pleased when you had to get up to greet this unwelcome visitor. Scowling, you head to the living room and peek through the peephole.

It’s him.

In the flesh.

Staring back at you through the peephole, knowing you were looking for him on the other side.

You yank the door open and stare up at the giant sorcerer, who gazes down at you affectionately with a little smirk. Hands in his pockets and shoulder leaning against the door, he greets you in a familiar velvety baritone that melts you where you stand.

“Yo. Miss me?”

You stare at him for several long seconds, drinking up the sight of Gojo Satoru. His impossibly long legs. His annoyingly arrogant smirk. The way he’s leaning over you, slightly hunched, staring down at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes. His clean, masculine smell, a mix of designer cologne and fresh scent laundry detergent. 

You grab him by the collar and yank him inside, pressing your lips against his before he can utter another word.

Your hands cup his beautiful face, cradling it as you kiss him again and again. You part your lips and invite his tongue inside to dance with yours. He returns the gesture and places his hands on the small of your back to pull you in close. After some time you throw your arms around his neck and embrace him tightly. You can’t seem to get close enough to feel satisfied.

When you finally pull away, you feel dizzy and lightheaded. You’re not sure how much time passed while you were kissing. It could have been forever. It could have been a second. The two of you are locked in an intense gaze, as if daring the other to speak.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he grins, breaking the silence to steal another kiss.

Your fingers reach up and lace themselves in his hair, grabbing and pulling every so lightly. A fluttered moan escapes his lips; he does the same, taking in a fistful of your locks and tugging firmly yet gently. Your head arches back, giving him access to the tender skin on your neck. His lips drift down your jaw and pepper kisses over your neck, eliciting breathy gasps and tittered moans from your parted lips. He buries his face there; you sink your nails into his shoulders.

“Satoru…” his name slips off your tongue. You’ve missed this, how it felt to cry out for him. He chuckles and leans forward, burying his face in your neck.

“Mmm, you smell so good…” his voice ghosts over your skin, sending chills down your spine. He picks you up in one smooth motion, cupping your ass cheeks in both of his large hands as he carries you to the bed. He tosses you down on the soft mattress before climbing on top, showering your face with another flurry of kisses.

You wrap your legs around his waist tightly, anchoring him to your body. You weren’t planning on letting him go again anytime soon. He can see it in your eyes; he grins down at you, famished and ready to make up for lost time.

“I didn’t think you’d be back in time…” you whisper before he presses his lips against yours once more.

“I’ll always come back for you, baby.”

The palms of his hands trail down your sides. His fingertips gently press into your skin, causing you to gasp from the feather-light sensation. He grabs the waistband of your panties and drags them down your thighs, tossing your body around as he yanks them from your ankles. Then he practically rips your top off, savagely tearing apart the buttons to access your bare chest. He groans softly when he sees your erect nipples and tweaks them with his thumbs. You let out a small cry as he cups your breasts in both hands, stroking them gently.

“I can’t take it anymore…” he grunts. His tongue circles your nipple while his hands stroke the tender undersides of your breasts, making you feel ticklish. It’s turning you on, but the sensation is still overwhelming. Going weeks without human touch has certainly made you more sensitive.

“Ahh, Satoru…!” you barely have it in you to beg. You’re ready to let him do whatever he wants to you, for as long as he wants.

“That’s right,” he pauses his worship of you for a moment. “Say my name.”

“Satoru…”

“Say it again. Louder.”

“Satoru!!”

A deep chuckle falls from his lips. When you look up at him again, you see a familiar ferocity in his eyes. One that’s only present when he battles, and when he fucks you . His hands wrap themselves around your ribcage, and you know what’s coming next. Your pussy is already throbbing from the anticipation.

“Wait, don’t-”

“Too late,” he squeezes your waist, causing you to squeal and arch your back. You grab his wrists, trying to push him off, but he’s got an iron grip on you, and the way he’s tickling you is making you weak. It’s intense; you had forgotten how evil he could be when it came to torturing you this way.

He leans forward and chuckles in your ear. His breath tickles your neck, making you squirm and giggle even more.

“I’ve missed your laugh,” he coos, still not letting up on his tickle attack. His fingers ghost your sides, sliding down to your hips where he gropes them with a bit more pressure. “And I’ve missed watching you squirm like this.”

Out of breath and a bit hoarse, you whisper a half-hearted “fuck you”, prompting him to laugh. He responds by kissing your breasts once more, then letting his lips trail down your waist. He lingers at your stomach, drinking in your soft giggles and quiet moans as he kisses your belly button, the creases of your thighs, the edges of your hips. After teasing you there for a while, he finally plants his pretty face in between your thighs. Where it belongs. When his mouth presses against your warm mound, you moan so loud the neighbors have to have heard. His skilled tongue twirls around your clit, licking it in just the right way. The weeks and months you’d spent fucking each other had strengthened his intimate knowledge of your body. Truly, nobody could fuck you as good as he could. 

The licking of your clit, the kisses he gives to your second pair of lips, the slight teasing of his finger around your hole is almost too much to bear. He’s teasing you, keeping you on the edge so you don’t come too quickly. You buck your hips upwards, letting him know you want more. But it goes ignored. Gojo Satoru is taking his time. Even when you grasp his hair and pull his face back down, he simply continues his soft torment. You start to whine when he pulls away, earning another amused chuckle in response.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” he smiles, wiping a few beads of sweat off your forehead. “You look frustrated.”

“You’re teasing me!” you cry out with furrowed brows.

“Mmm, am I?” he drags his fingers down your thighs, then smiles wider when you flinch from his touch. “I thought you liked it when I was gentle?”

You feel his hand slip into your hole, just one finger at first, then two. The other hand continues to stroke your thigh. The sensation of his long finger inside of you causes you to roll back your head and moan in pleasure. He pumps it in and out slowly, his speed decreasing with every thrust. You wait for him to curl his finger upwards, stimulating that spongy spot inside your walls, but it never comes. He simply goes in and out, in and out, occasionally drifting across it, but never touching it directly. It’s driving you insane.

“Satoru!” your cries have become more frustrated, more desperate. “Please…!”

“Oh, is the big, tough sorcerer girl begging now?” he smiles cheekily, speaking to you in a sing-songy voice. 

“I want to cum,” you whine, feeling your lower lip tremble. God, you couldn’t take it anymore, you were sure you’d go mad if he didn’t…

“Alright, alright,” he assures you, picking up his speed as he shoves another finger inside you. “You’re lucky you’re so cute…”

He gives you what you ask for. A mind-shattering orgasm that makes you squirt all over his hand, wetting it with your juices. He pulls out his hand and licks his fingers, as he always did after fingerfucking you. All while gazing down at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his, full of affection and something else a bit more sinister.

“Fuck, you taste good…” he muses while admiring your sweaty, naked form. You close your eyes and take a moment to catch your breath, but suddenly you feel his fingers enter you again, curling slightly on that same spot.

“Sato-” you start to call out for him, your confused tone melting into one of shocked pleasure. In a few short seconds, you’re cumming again, this time even harder than before. The orgasm ripples through your body, sending waves of pleasure over every nerve ending. Your cries increase in pitch and volume, music to his ears. He simply smiles down at you, enjoying the show his hands have created.

“There you go. Just like that.”

You wait for him to pull his fingers out again, but he never does. Your widened eyes stare up at him, imploring him for mercy.

“Satoru, wait, give me a second…!”

“Hmm? But I thought you wanted to come?” He sneaks his arm underneath you, pulling you in close, giving him further access. “I’m simply complying with your demands.”

With him holding you like this, your movement is restricted and you can’t do much besides writhe around in his arms. His face is so close, you can feel his breath on your cheeks and the warmth of his skin pressed against yours. His fingers are still pumping inside you, and they coax out orgasm after orgasm until you feel like you’re going to pass out. He doesn’t stop until you nearly do. You lose count of how many times you’ve cum, how much you’ve squirted on his hand, how often he’s smirked at you while turning you into a complete mess.

And he’s still not finished.

He pulls away for a moment to strip, peeling off the layers of clothing under his uniform while you take in large gulps of air, recovering from the electrifying orgasms he’s given you. When you see his cock swing out after he pulls his pants down, you push yourself up to take it in your mouth. Oh, how you had dreamt about sucking his dick. His perfectly huge, girthy dick. He’s already hard, but when you take it in your mouth, you hear his airy moans and feel it throb and stiffen against your tongue. You decide to pay him back for his earlier teasing, focusing your tongue and lips on the tip of his dick. Pre-cum drips into your mouth as you kiss, lick and suck at his reddening cock. He grabs your head and tries to shove your face further onto his shaft, but you resist. You take his entire cock in your mouth, but only once, and only for a second, before pulling it out and caressing the tip once more. His grunts and groans become increasingly frustrated, and for a moment, you feel vindicated.

But you can’t wait any longer. You need to taste his load, and you need to taste it now . You grab hold of his shaft and take him in your mouth completely, letting the tip hit the back of your throat to the point where you almost gag. You manage to hold it together; you want to swallow it all, claim it as yours. It doesn’t take long for it to happen. He explodes inside you after a few more strokes, and you swallow all of the cum that leaks from his tip until he goes flaccid. His grip on your hair loosens, and you feel him running his fingers through your hair. His eyes flutter open; he cups your cheeks and strokes them with his thumbs.

“Fuck…” is all he can muster. 

While he recovers, he leans forward to kiss you again. First on your lips, then your cheeks, then your neck. He purposely flutters his lips across your ears and neck, knowing that it’ll make you squirm. He laughs with you, relishing in the numerous ways he can elicit sounds and reactions from you. He kisses down your shoulders, arms, and hands. He caresses your waist and hips with the gentlest touch. He presses his lips against your thighs, shins, and feet, leaving no part of your body untouched. By the time he’s kissed every inch of your skin, he’s hard again, and ready to come inside you.

That was the great thing about Gojo. His endurance was truly legendary. 

You’re soaking wet when he sticks it in, from the countless orgasms and the soft worship. You cry out, even though it’s only the tip, and wail a little louder when he slowly pushes in his cock. He moans in falsetto, making a sound so sweet that it makes you clench your walls even tighter against his cock.

“Fuck,” he says through his clenched jaw. “You’re so fucking tight…”

You wrap your thighs around his waist again, trapping him in place. You had waited too long for this feeling. You weren’t going to let him escape. He thrusts into you like rapid fire, the only sounds you can hear are the slapping of skin and your high-pitched moans sung in unison. He unwraps your legs and takes hold of your ankles, then rests them on his shoulders while gazing down at you. His eyes never leave yours; his sweat drips on your skin and mixes with your own. His cock pumps into you once, twice, a third time, and then… another warm eruption fills you. The two of you are panting heavily and soaked with sweat and cum. He gently lowers your legs, feeling them up as you shiver from his touch. Your body is hypersensitive right now. Every little touch sends shockwaves through your skin. He collapses beside you, a bit winded but not as out of breath as you would expect. Meanwhile, you’re gasping for air and waiting for the stars in your vision to subside.

“You really did miss me, didn’t you?”

He nudges you, and you roll your eyes in response. Reality is starting to dawn on you again. This was the last time you’d ever get to be with him in this way. You sigh and try to force the pit in your stomach to go away. 

When he sees the downtrodden expression on your face, his face softens and his tone grows gentle.

“Hey, don’t look so down,” he comforts you, stroking a finger across your cheek. 

“This is the last time I’m going to see you, isn’t it?”  You look away, trying to hide whatever sadness he sees in your eyes.

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“I’m going back home tomorrow,” the tremor in your voice breaks through, giving you away. “And then I’ll never see you again.”

Gojo Satoru falls silent, for once. He takes a moment to ponder, tapping a finger on his chin as if deep in thought. Then, he suddenly snaps his fingers and looks at you with a smile.

“Oh, yeah. About that,” he speaks in a casual tone. “You’ll actually be staying here indefinitely.”

Your head perks up after you process what he’s said.

“...What?”

“Ah, apparently somebody made the request some time ago,” he says, rubbing his finger under his nose. “It seems that your services are still needed.”

“What… who…?”

He shrugs. “No idea. But you know how this goes. We can’t act against the precious elders’ wishes.”

You furrow your brows and gawk at him, at first in disbelief, and then with a realized giddiness you couldn’t hide no matter how you tried to force it back. You feel your lips curl up in a smile and can’t stop yourself from latching onto his arm.

“You…!”

“Me?” he grins.

You crawl forward, your breasts pressing against his chest, and plant a kiss on his lips. When you pull away, he’s looking at you expectantly, lips curled in a smirk, eyes wide and playful.

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?! I was so depressed, I really thought this was the last time…”

“Weeeell, you wouldn’t have fucked me so passionately if you didn’t think this was the last time, no?”

You shove him playfully while he laughs at your expense.

“You jerk! You insufferable, annoying, thick-headed jerk! ”

“Such awful traits, and yet you couldn’t help but fall madly in love with me.”

You scoff and roll your eyes again. “And what about you? You fell so hard for a stubborn, hot-headed, stick in the mud like me that you begged the elders to let me stay.”

“Is that right?”

You nod, grinning victoriously. He shakes his head with a laugh.

“You’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?”

He gazes at you for a moment, as if taking in your features for the first time. Then, slowly, he leans over and kisses you.

“So, now what? Are you finally going to accept those soft and tender emotions of yours and let me in?”

“Now…?” you speak softly, letting your words dance over the fluffy pillows you’re laying on. He waits for your answer, holding his breath.

“Now… you’re mine. And I…” you pause for dramatic effect. “...am yours.”

Gojo Satoru smiles wide, taking you in his arms and holding you tightly in his embrace. A place you’ve always belonged, and always will.

[taka-sakamaki]

Sensei's lover

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

In which you show up to Utahime's student's baseball game (the part in the anime)

Warnings: jealous Utahime

Utahime Iori loved baseball; but she loved watching her student's compete in her favourite game. She was a teacher at Kyoto Jujutsu high and they were attending an event that included Tokyo Jujutsu High and other Jujutsu schools. She was certainly hyped about it.

Utahime stood on the sidelines, along with other teachers, watching their students play. She shouted instructions to her students who didn't even pay attention. "Those kids... they better win this game", she grumbled as wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"Hmmm~ it looks like you're more interested in the game than your kids", Utahime jumped when she felt arms wrap around her waist. It took her a minute to process the voice and when she realised, she immediately turned around and hugged you.

"What are you doing here? Are you back so early from your mission?" Her eyes wandered to the lunch box you had in your other hand.

"Yeah I'm back. The mission was uh... successful I gues?" She raised her eyebrows at your answer. "Let's-let's forget about that. I wanna see my kids play baseball."

Due to you being Utahime's lover and a Jujutsu sorcerer, you practically spent your days with Utahime in the school, whether it's teaching the kids or discussing important things with the other teachers. The kids had grown to love you- a little more than they love Utahime. When Todo's eyes landed on you, he flashed you a broad grin to which you returned. Mai's eyes lit up as well and you waved at her a bit.

You felt a tug on your shirt and soon you were dragged off to sit on a bench. "You sit there. I'll stand here and watch the game. You look tired so I don't want you standing around."

"Awww you care so much for me my love?~"

"Shut up before I cut you."

You pouted and looked down, feeling a kiss being pressed on your head. Expecting Utahime, you looked up but saw Gojo grinning down at you. "Ewww what the hell Gojo?!"

He laughed out loud at your attempt to try to wipe the kiss off your head. "Hehehehehehehe, I saw Utahime made you pout so I tried to cheer you up." You glared at him before laughing as well. Unbeknownst to you, Utahime was glaring at Gojo so hard that a hole could be burned into his head. Gojo then left you alone.

Utahime's back was facing you but you could tell she was not happy. "Uta? Baby?" You called but no answer. When you stood up and approached her, she was angrily cheering for her students who looked puzzled at why she was shouting at them. You poked her cheek, no answer. You pecked her cheek, still no answer. "Alright that's it!" You picked her up over your shoulders as she protested and screamed. "Where the hell are you taking me?! Put me down! The kids are about to win!"

You did put her down, on the hood of your car that was parked outside. Standing between her legs, you pulled her closer to you while staring up at her with an adorable pout. "I'm sorry... though it wasn't my fault that he kissed me."

"Hmph! You attract to much attention."

"Not my fault either."

She grit her teeth before firmly gripping your face and kissing you. Teeth and tongue clashed with each other and you pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths. "Oh?~ This is new. Jealous Utahime just awakened something inside of me."

"Stop think such lewd thoughts!"

You and Utahime were not seen for the rest of the day.