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𝐈. 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 ❤︎༻°₊ ｡ villain!nanami + f!reader

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chapter summary . . . it's been a year since the death of gojo satoru, and it seems that geto's plans have slightly changed.

chapter warnings . . . none other than jjk typical dark themes. see masterlist for series warnings!

author note! this series is my exploration of some of the themes and aspects about jjk that i find intriguing, but this story will be an alternate timeline, and will diverge from the jjk canon, lore, power system, etc. pls don't correct me if i get something about jujutsu or the current timeline wrong! <3

“𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮” 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐍𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐳𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞

The sheet wrinkled between your fingertips, your grasp far too tight for the thin piece of paper. Words smudged into a pool of black from the oils that danced across your palm, but it didn’t matter much… You didn’t need to read them anyway. 

Those lines were as familiar to you as your own name, scribbled down in Utahime’s neat calligraphy, a daily report of new information gathered. The length of the list never changed, but, really, seldom changed, these days. 

The same could not be said of the numbers beside the names, the words that followed. They were altered, on occasion. Often when you least expected it.

Directory of known sorcerers residing in Japan, as of December 24, 2017. Most recent grade of every sorcerer identified. Status identified. Bounty set by Nanami Kento and Geto Suguru identified (if applicable):

GOJO SATORU . . . Special Grade . . . Deceased 

TSUKUMO YUKI . . . Special Grade . . . Deceased 

OKKOTSU YUUTA . . . Special Grade . . . Deceased 

GETO SUGURU . . . Special Grade . . . Defected 

NANAMI KENTO . . . Special Grade . . . Defected 

SHOKO IERI . . .  Grade 1 . . . Reward: 35,000,000

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. . . Grade 1 . . . Reward: 50,000,000

Your name was next on the list. 

Immediately, you stopped reading, the anger consuming you as quickly as your eyes scanned the words across the page, crumbling it in your palm. 

Every two weeks, like clockwork, your bounty raised. It was the same with Megumi and Maki, as descendants of the Zen’in clan, and children that the higher-ups were so desperate to obtain. But no one else’s reward held quite the same inconsistency as your own, which never seemed to raise by a set amount.

Today, nothing was surprising about the list, no new deaths, no numbers that seemed otherworldly. You threw the wadded ball of paper over your shoulder, slumping forward as your head fell into your hands. 

Everyone was getting desperate, it seemed. Not just the Zen’in clan, but Geto too. Perhaps even you were losing your last shred of rationality, of hope that things would change. The only ambition you still had was keeping Maki and Megumi out of the disgusting hands of their clan leaders. 

You swore to protect them… And you would protect them, now that Gojo Satoru could not.

Glancing up, your gaze fell from the ceiling to the window, rays of sunlight clearing through a dark curtain of storm clouds. The sky had begun to open up into a steely gray abyss, but it never looked natural, with the curtain of curse energy that shimmered across the horizon. It encased the entirety of the country, unbroken, from each shore to the beaches, sinking into the seas. A navy hue that sealed your home into a prison, out of hatred and fear, and every twisted feeling that Geto Suguru had settling in his heart.

There was hardly anything that passed through the curtain; only things that were predetermined by Geto, who saw himself, surely, as your great benefactor. No communication to the world outside, no alarming any foreign sorcerers of what had become of your country. Maybe no one cared enough to come to your defense.

It was shield that did little to protect, and it would remain there until someone was strong enough to break it. But without Satoru alive, even that had become an impossible task. 

Month after month, the strongest sorcerers attempted to break it, to take it down, and collapse the cursed energy that was compacted into a swirling wave. Every one of them failed. There were only two special grade sorcerers left, and they were the ones that had trapped you in the circle of hell, to begin with. 

You let out a heavy exhale, turning away from the window to slink back into the darkness of your bedroom. Thinking too hard about the state of your survival only served to depress you further.

At least you still had the rain. The drizzle that maintained the farmlands, kept the rivers from drying out, and you and the rest of the country from dying. Geto had been kind enough to give you that.

As if in response to your dismal thoughts, a dreary rainbow unfurled across the sky, brightening it like a beacon. The colors were still muted, though, swallowed by the darkness of an energy created by hatred. It did little to draw a smile onto your face, and you collapsed onto a chair instead, wrapping yourself up in whatever dusty blankets covered it.

Satoru’s name lingered in your mind like he was whispering it there, his lighthearted, arrogant tone seeping through your eardrums, nestling into your brain. You could still see his smug smile, almost as if he’d been standing in front of you all this time, the image of it painted onto the wall across from you. 

The mere whistle of a memory of him sent a twinge of regret and longing through your entire frame. He was always a pain in your ass, and yet, you were certain that no one missed him more than you. What a pity it was, to have been the strongest. 

So caught up in your memories, you were ignorant to the door unlatching, footsteps padding through the threshold as Shoko came in. Although you hadn’t heard her, you saw her out of the corner of your eye, the shadow of her before she spoke. 

“Everything okay?” Shoko asked, and while things hadn’t been okay in months, there was no other question that could have been asked in place of it. 

You looked over, nestling deeper into the blankets, as you observed her stature, which only seemed to shrink with time. A cigarette was balanced between her fingers, nails painted a light shade of pink; a way to counter the dismal reality of her situation. Shoko’s dark hair had been cut short again, a shadow of her teenage self, a shell of that girl she’d once been, hollow and empty. 

Just like you, you supposed. A burnt image of someone who’d once longed to visit her friends in Tokyo, who’d looked up to all of them like they’d hung the moon. 

How sick you felt, knowing you’d once adored the men that did this to you. Nauseating, even, that you held a shred of love for them still. 

“You could’ve knocked,” you said, rolling your eyes as Shoko puffed out of a cloud of smoke, one that wafted over to the nest you’d perched yourself in. It didn’t quite reach you, but you coughed dramatically anyway, waving your hands around your face.

“Would it have made a difference?”

“For starters, I could’ve looked a little less like I was brooding.”

Shoko laughed, and her tiny little smile caused you to crack one of your own, grateful that you could still experience a fraction of joy. There was still hope, somewhere, even if you buried it deep. Without it, you would’ve given yourself up to Geto months ago, or died trying to escape. There was no point in fighting with nothing to live for. 

“I’ve been under the impression that that’s all you do up here,” Shoko remarked, taking another long drag of her cigarette. “Sitting so seriously in your dark, cold room, all alone. Perhaps thinking of the things that might have been.”

Although she was teasing you, you feel a stab within your chest at the remark. You’d been shy as a girl, and you’d grown into a quiet adult — something that someone as obnoxious as Satoru had always teased you about. But you’d learned to accept his remarks, as annoying as they were, because for all Gojo Satoru talked, he was, really, quite horrible at communicating. 

It just seemed like a punch to the gut, that Shoko sounded like him now. That her mouth twisted up in the same way Satoru’s did, even though it was unsurprising that she’d picked up on some of his quirks over the years.

You just didn’t like seeing a reminder of him everywhere you went. As much as you missed him, you hated him for leaving you in a world where the unthinkable came to light. Even the strongest flame had been put out, and there was no safety in that sort of place. 

Silence remained Shoko’s answer, and she sighed, accepting it as her eyes dimmed. Looking past you, the last of the day’s rays burned through the glass panels, coating the room in a purple haze. “Utahime wants to have a meeting,” Shoko said, resigned. “Be downstairs in ten.”

The curt response was the end of your conversation. Once you nodded, your old friend left, letting the door slam behind her.

Meeting was hardly a name that could qualify for your meager gathering of sorcerers, especially since almost everyone had been stuck together for months, with no other options. Yet, Utahime continued to put on a brave face, calling it a formal congregation, as if to instill the hope that you all could become enough to incite a rebellion. As if, maybe, you could train and strengthen yourselves, overthrowing two of the most powerful curse-users in the world.

It was laughable, really, and you saw why Shoko and everyone else thought that. Why they rolled their eyes at the flimsy sheets of paper that Utahime passed out every day, because, maybe, there wasn’t a point to any of it. 

You, though, were happy to indulge Utahime. It gave you just a few moments to pretend like things hadn’t changed. You could listen to her lecture to your measly group of sorcerers, and pretend that she was still a teacher in Kyoto. You could pretend that Satoru was still by your side, that you were still fighting nothing worse than grade one curses, and that everything was normal.

It painted a pretty peaceful image, even if it wasn’t real. 

Throwing the blankets off your body, you finally left the room, your breathing seeming far too loud for the empty halls. Papery hotel walls loomed over you as you trekked down carpeted stairs, sliding your hands along the banister. The elevators were never used, and lights were only on when necessary. It was a risk to use up any resources, when none of you were certain how much longer they’d last.

Really, it was a mystery that you’d made it this far. For all of his theatrics and grandiose plans, Geto Suguru was not an idiot. If he was allowing you all to live, for anyone who opposed him to live, then there must have been a reason. Society was likely blooming within the four walls of Geto’s cult following, and those who stood with him received all the finest things in life. 

And it may have been a ridiculous notion, but it seemed more realistic than the alternative. Whoever Geto was now, he was still a man who cared deeply for his new family. You couldn’t imagine him forcing them into a life where they had to fend for scraps off the streets.

When you got downstairs, to the lobby of the hotel that you were all inhabiting for the week, the room was already lit with candles, flames so high that you could tell they’d been burning for a while. With the sun already setting on the other side of the building, very little light filtered through the vast windows. 

Despite the cold outside, the building remained relatively warm, a heating system kicking on regardless of your precautions. However, you were grateful not to have to face the winter in a small town without some source of warmth. Even if it died out on you by the end of the night. 

Nearly everyone had gathered when you arrived downstairs… But at this point in your battle, the numbers were never very staggering. Many of the sorcerers never bothered to show up, despite knowing the severity of the position that you were all in. 

Not that you could blame them, though. Oftentimes, in these meetings, you just repeated the same information; it was rare that you stumbled upon anything noteworthy toward your survival.

The would-be third years sat huddled in a circle, and Utahime and Shoko talked amongst themselves in hushed whispers. At the far side of the vast table, one you’d created from various smaller ones, Takuma Ino sat, beanie covering his forehead, eyes closed as he leaned back in the chair. 

Something relaxed inside of you, at the sight of him sitting there so calmly. Since Stour had died, Ino had become something of a comfort to you. His steadfast optimism and energy were hard to match in such dire times, bringing a new life to people who might as well have been dead—including yourself. Despite the few years difference in age and the differences in your experiences as sorcerers, he’d become one of your closest friends. 

You approached him, quietly; though he heard your subtle footsteps nonetheless. A dark eye popped open, and he smiled, lips pulling back, eyes crinkling at the corners. Ino was still so young, but there was more evidence of happiness on his features than many of you; wrinkles were already obvious around his eyes and mouth. It was admirable how deeply he could hold onto joy, and you found yourself latching onto that, longing for it, even. 

“You left your cave!” Ino remarked, pulling his beanie off, dusty brown strands falling onto his cheekbones. “This must be really important if Shoko pulled you out of there.” 

As you took the seat next to him, you made an effort to poke him in the shin with your shoe. A kick, almost, with how hard the pressure landed. “I always come to these meetings,” you said, rolling your eyes. “If I remember correctly, it was your seat that was empty during the last one.” 

Ino’s lips tugged upwards again, not quite a smirk but close enough. He sat up a little straighter, less relaxed than before, when the rest of the sorcerers began filing into the room. “Well, it’s never me that those bastards looking for.” Ino shrugged, wiping a hand over his face, hiding his weariness of the entire situation. “They don’t need everyone. Some of us, they just want to capture to eliminate.” 

An objection rested on your lips, but you knew that it was fruitless. Sorcerers that didn’t have a technique inherently useful to Geto’s agenda would be imprisoned — or killed. The rest of you… Well, you’re certain you’d be used for something far worse. Dying seemed, almost, like the better outcome. 

“Well, it’s a good thing that none of us have been captured, then,” you settled on instead. 

Ino looked away, his dark lashes fanning over the hollowed shadows beneath his eyes. “It’s only a matter of time, though. Isn’t it? We can’t run forever.” 

You didn’t bother to respond. Ino was right. Of course, he was right. You’d all fought like hell to keep everyone alive, and though a few had willingly left, sworn their allegiance with a betrayal of information, no one had been captured. The defects never really mattered, though. There were very few secrets kept amongst you. What secrets could be kept, when your goal of escape was more than obvious?

Finally, Utahime drew all your focus with a dramatic clearing of her throat. She stood tall, proud before you, like you were all first-years, oblivious to your own talents, and far too naive for the world of Jujutsu. 

It seemed a realistic comparison, though, as all of you still trained like students, trying to learn something from others that you hadn’t known before. A disappointing concept, considering many of you were beyond growth in your technique, and your abilities would remain stagnant. But the grades of sorcery meant nothing anymore — hardly anyone referred to themselves as such, these days. 

“As you all know, for months, we’ve been trying to anticipate Geto and Nanami’s next move,” Utahime began, as always, with the obvious. There was a brief pause, and whether it was for dramatics or for Utahime to gather her thoughts, you weren’t certain. “Our infiltration attempts have all failed — The bounties tell us little, except that the clan’s children are wanted more than everyone.” 

You glanced over at Megumi, whose eyebrow only twitched in irritation. He would be eighteen soon, but he would remain your responsibility. A life you’d always protect, dying before the clan could ever attempt to take him away, sell him for whatever he was worth. You’d promised Satoru that much, hadn’t you? 

“Although,” Utahime started again, with renewed vigor in her voice, “we think we’ve gained some new insight into their operations. Or, at least, what their next ambition is.” A frown took over her face, then, slowly, curled to every corner of her expression. Wrinkles formed between her brows, and she licked her lips, pointedly avoiding the far end of the table where you sat. “But there is nothing proven in the information. It is a gamble — one we’re not sure we’re willing to take.” 

“What options do we have left?” Todo said, mouth drawn into a tight line. “Risks are all we have now. Every other plan has led to nothing, and Geto is a complete basket case. You act as if any of his goals are rational — as if we can predict them.” 

Utahime opened her mouth, but faltered, looking at Shoko, who had already begun to take over. She was onto her second cigarette since you’d last seen her, the habit only erupting after Gojo had been killed. Clouds of smoke rose above her as she exhaled smoothly. 

“No, Geto is not rational,” Shoko agreed. “But Nanami is. There’s a reason that those without cursed energy still reside in Japan. That Geto has not wiped them out entirely.”

“To supply him with curses,” Todo argued, fists on the table. It did little to faze Shoko, who was already so numb. “And money.”

“No,” Shoko paused, gathering her thoughts. “That may be part of the reason, but it isn’t the entire truth, I believe.” 

Although she took a few more breaths, no one interrupted, letting her expel whatever was residing in her mind. When it came to Geto, evwryone entrusted her entirely. There was no one else alive who knew him as well as she did. Even if Gojo had been the only one to ever know him completely. 

“How many sorcerers do you think are left in Japan?” she asked, staring Todo down with a flat gaze, shadowy eyes only growing darker by the day. “An estimate.” 

He shrugged, glancing around the table, and counting heads. Thinking of the clans. Of those who had joined Geto before that evening in Shinjuku, and those who joined him in the two years since. “I don’t know. Perhaps two hundred?”

“I’d argue less,” Shoko hummed, taking one more drag of her cigarette before she dropped it on the floor of the hotel, stomping it out. “But let’s stick with your guess. Two hundred is hardly a feasible number to sustain a society, without setting all of us back centuries. Geto’s goal of murdering anyone without cursed energy… Well, it’s not feasible, really. Not unless he wants the human race, including sorcerers, to cease to exist.” She smiled, though it was sad, exhausted. Things had never stopped being hard for her. Not since the day she’d met the two special grade sorcerers that had once been her best friends. “That’s why they’ve stopped. That’s why the rest of the world moves along, why there are still curses haunting Tokyo, even when Geto hates them. If his plan fails here, then how will it succeed in the rest of the world?” 

Utahime took her seat beside Shoko, bowing her head. Silence arose across the table, as the words sank in. How often you’d thought the same thing, how rational it seemed that that was the case. Yet, none of you had ever been brave enough to say the words out loud. 

Perhaps it didn’t matter, really, when all of you were helpless to stop them.

 “So this is a test run?” Megumi interjected, not allowing Todo to supply any more questions out of his fearful rage. “If Geto can build his utopia here, then he will continue everywhere else?” 

Shoko nodded. “Well. That’s what I think anyway. No one needs to believe me.” 

But her statements were never up for debate. They settled around the table like the word of God, bestowed upon unwilling servants. Giving to the last of you; people who needed to continue on a path that seemed to lead to nowhere. 

“What are we supposed to do, then?” Maki threw her hands up, standing as the chair screeched across the floor. “We’ve run and we’ve hid, and we’ve planned for a year. We’re cowards, aren’t we? Just trying to get by while a lunatic takes over the entire world.” 

Shoko flinched at the word, at the brashness of the teenager’s tone. But she sat tall, face neutral, never letting anyone see how deeply she was truly hurting. “I don’t know. I don’t have all the answers.” 

“Well let’s do something. I’ve lost so many people. We’ve all lost so many people. I’m starting to think that maybe their deaths were in vain.” 

Megumi’s eyes snapped over to her, muttering something darkly under his breath. In a failed attempt, Nobara tugged on her wrist, guiding her back down to her seat. But she flicked him off, sitting on her own, breathing heavily. You’d always liked Maki Zen’in. It was a pity you’d never get the chance to teach her as a third year — you would’ve promoted her to grade one sorcerer, given the chance.

“I agree, Maki,” Utahime spoke up again, softly, coaxing her anger back down. “We think that we might have a plan, though, as I have said, it is a gamble. And…” she blinked, glancing over at you before avoiding your gaze. “I’m not sure that everyone would be willing.” 

The statement started a chorus around the table, of those who would do anything to help, those who were tired of living as you had been living — if you could even call it a life. The students, more courageous than you’d ever been, were the first to offer up their lives. But it was not them that Utahime needed, and deep in your gut, you knew that to be true before she even said it. 

“Utahime,” you said across the wave of speakers, trying your best to make your voice louder than everyone else’s. “It’s me you need, isn’t it?” 

As quickly as the words had left your mouth, everyone was silent, blinking at you. And for a moment, you hesitated. How embarrassing it would be, to believe yourself so important to Geto that you must be the willing victim. 

But you weren’t a fool, and Utahime knew that. Geto knew that, and Nanami Kento certainly knew that. Your bounty had raised just as heavily, and the numbers were staggering. The price on your head was almost as high as Maki and Megumi, despite having very few sorcerers in your long line of descendants. 

It was just — your technique was rare. So rare, in fact, that other curse users had come for you before, when you were but a child. It was something that Geto could easily use to achieve his end goal, if he were able to use your technique to his advantage. 

Thinking of it now, it was logical and seemed almost ridiculous that you hadn’t thought of it sooner. He’d surely attempt to convert you, perhaps promise you a life of grandeur, whatever security he could provide you. 

Yet, the realization hadn’t made you any more prepared for when Utahime’s face fell. Everyone around the table seemed to have come to the same conclusion.

She sighed, looking over to Shoko before nodding. “I’m sorry.” 

Momentarily, your heart stopped. 

Ino flew out of his seat beside you, arguments spewing from his lips in an uncertain stutter. “What? What does that mean? You’re just going to ship her off to Nanami and Geto? Because I’m not going to stand by and watch you hand anyone over to the people that ruined our lives,” he shouted. The heat had risen in his body far too quickly, painting him the image of someone who could only be your lover. 

Your cheeks grew warm, your body hot all over from Ino’s words, from all the eyes that were on you, the dread of what was to come. You’d do it — of course, you’d do it, whatever they needed. Whatever it took to save Megumi and Maki, and the rest of the children. Whatever it took to save the world. If you were to be a sacrifice, well, so be it. There wasn’t much of a choice. 

“Calm down, lover boy,” Shoko laughed, and though Ino’s cheeks grew red, his anger didn’t subside, features pinching up tight. “We’re not going to do anything she doesn’t want to do. There could be another way, we can get someone else but…” Shoko looked at you, studying you for any fear. “You are the best option, aren’t you?” 

“What the hell does that mean?” Megumi asked, eyebrows narrowing. “I’m with Takuma. You expect us just to watch her walk straight into the lions’ den?” 

“It’s okay, Megumi,” you said, schooling your face into a neutral expression. All these months, you’d been promising yourself that you would do whatever was necessary. You’d become a loud voice against the tyrants that controlled what was left of the Jujutsu society, and you couldn’t go back on your word now, could you? “What did you have in mind, Utahime?”

She blinked, dark lashes fluttering over her cheeks, brown eyes wide. Almost like she’d expected you to say no — like she’d hoped for it. But, even though you knew in your heart and soul that you were a coward, you refused to let yourself act like one.

Megumi said your name again, an argument, as Maki became flustered beside him. How noble the two of them were. They were just kids, and already, they reminded you so much of Satoru. The good qualities, of course. Always standing up for what was right, fighting against the system that threatened to topple them. 

Geto had been like that once. Nanami had too.

Sadly, you smiled to yourself as Shoko cleared her throat, cooling the argument that had sprung up among you. Besides the students and Ino, no one had much to say. All of you were too tired, it seemed, to want to fight. To breathe life back into yourselves and your convictions, which seemed to barely be there at all.

“What we know for sure is that Geto has employed Mei Mei as a bounty hunter,” Utahime said, lips drawn thin. Her defection had never really come as a shock. Mei Mei could easily round up sorcerers with her technique, and Geto would supply her with millions; she’d never once put anyone first but herself. “We’ve managed to stay ahead of her, but…” 

Her voice trailed off, dark eyes drifting between Megumi and Maki, innocent children who had been dragged into it, simply because of their lineage. They’d fought bravely the past few years, had trained mercilessly, but they shouldn’t have been weapons in a war of this scale. 

Oh, Satoru, you thought, what a mess you’ve left us with.

“We won’t let any of the children get involved,” Shoko said, brushing her short hair out of her face. “They’ll be safe — away, with the rest of us. There might be casualties. We don’t know who else Geto has employed, or if Mei Mei will be on her own… I’m sorry, but we don’t know much.” 

“It’s okay,” you said again, but the wave of arguments had erupted once more.  

Shoko dropped her head, shaking it, as her chin fell against her chest. Under the table, Ino grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently. 

“You can’t expect us just to do nothing,” Maki argued, fists clenched by her side. “Last time you set us all on the bench, three students died. This is a ridiculous plan. Why don’t we just kill the bitch, and we’ll be down one less curse-user that wants us all dead!” 

“It’s not that simple.” Utahime, for the first time in a while, shouted at the former student. Her cheeks were flushed, bright and pink, her nose flared with the force of her breathing. 

For a moment, Maki seemed taken aback, but erased the emotion from her face, twisting it up before she sat back down. Utahime regained her composure quickly after.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Maki, but we need to be willing to do whatever it takes. We’ve spent a year playing it safe, and it’s gotten us nowhere. This time, we need to take a risk.” 

“If that’s truly the case, then I’ll help,” Ino offered beside you, threading his fingers through your own, palms clammy against yours. You let him run his thumb along the back of your hand, calloused and warm, even as you wanted to twist away. How often you’d gone to him for comfort, crawled into his arms… and yet, the subtle signs of affection made you want to writhe away and put distance between you. Sometimes, the dissonance of your emotions made you want to never speak to him again. 

It was a hard pill to swallow. Once, you’d been full of love, accepted it easily. But it was harder to give these days, and harder to take. Just a sign of how much you’d changed since Satoru had died. 

“If you need sorcerers, I’ll help, Utahime. I don’t mind giving my life so that the rest of you can live.” 

“Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

You sighed, looking around the table at all of the faces of people that had once been your friends, your colleagues, your students. Now, you were just a group of survivors, people who wanted to escape the miserable future you’d been given. How you loved them, even now, and it stung, to know this might be the last time you’d ever see them.

“Alright. Tell me what I need to do.” you said, putting on a brave face, swallowing away your fear. The little girl you’d once been, so terrified of curses and Jujutsu, threatened to slip back into your body. You pushed her away, refusing to let her in.

Shoko pulled another cigarette out of the box. “I think we should speak alone.”

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🪡Chapter Seven: Snacks

Megumi turns around to see you heading in his direction. You give a wave causing him to smile and wave back. “Hey, it’s so nice to finally properly meet you!” you greeted. “Same here.”

You two continued walking until finally entering the building. “So, Gojo’s your teacher right?” he questioned. “Yeah, people think he’s annoying cause of his attitude, but personally I think it’s way better than if we had some old man yelling at us or someone who just sat there.” Megumi hummed in response. “Yeah, i get it, but after you’ve known him for so long he gets on your nerves a lot.” You smiled at him, “You know him personally?” He shrugged, “Family friend.”

You two continued your way into the small lobby entrance built into the building. Building 7 was the studio building, so there were other art majors around. Utahime’s studio was right below Gojo’s. Apparently they originally had them next to each other but Utahime begged to get swapped down a whole floor due to Gojo’s antics. Now they remodeled the room next to it to be a film studio where some of Suguru Geto’s classes take place. You know that due to running into Yuta and Sukuna on occasions.

“Can I carry that for you?” Megumi asked. Currently the elevator for the building was under repair, so you guys had made your way to the stairs. In your hand was a small tub, not really a bother to carry, it had small supplies like needles, bobbins, measuring tape, and probably other detail things you had thrown in there the night before. “Oh it’s fine, it’s not that much.” “You’ve got your bag already, i’d feel bad if I didn’t help out a little.” Granted the bag was mostly for personal things, sketchbook and a few fabric samples you had been thinking of showing to your teacher for an opinion, but deciding to give into his request you gave Megumi the okay. “Thanks I really appreciate it.” “No problem at all.”

Once you guys had walked into the room, you went to set your stuff down at a table, still a few minutes early, people were be beginning to file in. Gojo wasn’t too strict on time anyway, so some took and extra 5 to arrive. Nobara was already there, at the closest table to you, chatting with a girl you recognized as Akari, one of her models. You started to organize your things, seeing that your other friend was currently engrossed in her conversation. “Alright i’m just gonna take some measurements today, you’ll be free to go in less than an hour, shouldn’t take to long-” “Megumi!” You both turned around to see Gojo make his way towards him, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “It’s been so long kid! What’s up with that?” You suppressed a laugh at how his expression dropped, and he shrugged off Gojo’s arm. “I’m here for a fitting, please let y/n work.” In reply Gojo just laughed “Okayyy, i’ll leave you to it then!”

“Thanks so much again Megumi, I’m glad I got see you, i’ll let you know when I need you to stop by again.” “Yeah, sure.” He thought about it for a second, and has been thinking about it since you first agreed to meet up. He had wanted to ask if maybe after your class was done you’d like to go out for lunch or something with him. Debating in his head he was about to work up the courage until your name was called. “Y/N??” Turning away from Megumi you saw Yuki standing there near the entrance of the room, though not calling too much attention to herself as everyone was moving around. “Oh, hey Yuki!” With that the blonde girl turned in your direction, holding up a plastic bag with the logo of a local gas station plastered on it. “Heyyyy! So nice to meet you! I don’t know if you’re allowed snacks in here, but I made a quick stop and got you something too. You could save it for later,” She placed her bag on the table, careful not to put it over any of your things. “I got a bunch so I’m sure there’s something you’d like in there.” With that Megumi decided it was probably his cue to head out, seeing as this was probably one of your other models that had arrived for their measuring. “I’m gonna go now, bye y/n, it was nice seeing you.” “Oh, bye Megumi, i’ll see you around!” “See you around.”

Author’s Note: chapter seven!! Yuki was fun to have enter the story, hope you guys enjoyed!!

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[cursedvibes]

I absolutely hate the way fandom keeps misinterpreting this chart, especially in regards to Yuuji and Hakari. They just go "oh someone is bad at learning in a classroom setting? well they must be stupid and an absolute meathead". Zero consideration for why some people might do worse in academic settings or why one school has considerably "smarter" students than the other. Maybe it's not the students fault and maybe test scores aren't everything.

I'm gonna assume this person was just making a general statement about the Tokyo Trio group dynamic that wasn't meant to be that serious and worded it badly. That's why I'm writing this in a separate post. And again, this is more about a broader trend I see every time that chart gets passed around, not this specific person.

It just annoys me so much how they keep hammering in on Yuuji and Hakari being at the bottom and what that must mean about their overall mental capacity. Hakari was mistreated by the school, no wonder he didn't care about tests. In a day-to-day situation he's much smarter than Panda (three kids in a trenchcoat) or Megumi, but obviously that won't show here. Most people get overwhelmed as soon as he so much as attempts to explain his cursed technique and domain, but sure he's the dumb one. This shows he isn't even bad at regular learning topics, he just had no reason to care about this school.

Same with Yuuji. The fanbook this same chart is from shows he's good in regular high school, he just struggles with the more mathematical side of the STEM subjects. Getting physics lessons from Gojo sounds like a nightmare. Which brings me again to the phenomena that the students in Kyoto do overall much better than the one in Tokyo. If you have nobody to properly explain concepts to you, no shit you're not gonna do well and we have heard many times before that Gojo is a bad teacher. Yuuji learns very fast, we've seen it when he is together with Nanami, Todo and Kusakabe, it just all comes down to how you teach him. Although to be fair, the classroom teaching is also done by assistant directors and windows, who are probably too overworked to put much effort into it. So you have naturally the students already good at learning in this type of environment at the top, while everyone else gets left behind.

Besides that, Yuuji and Nobara have always been very good at thinking on their feet, especially when they are together. Just think their teamwork when fighting Eso and Kechizu or Mahito. In Mahito's case they didn't even see each other and it worked. Dumb Nobara figured out the Mahito she was fighting was a clone, dealt considerable damage to him and thereby helped Yuuji immensely. Anticipating the next steps of enemies and allies alike takes intelligence as well as analysing an opponents abilities and weaknesses like when Nobara turned Rot against Kechizu. Dumb little Yuuji is the sole reason there is even a coherent plan to save Megumi right now.

Yuuji and Nobara like to joke around and be goofy while Megumi is more reserved, but that doesn't make him smarter or them dumber that's just a part of their personality. Megumi being too much in his head and not appropriately judging risks and coming up with effective solutions for them was a whole thing he had to work on and overcome. Todo is also a good example that being a bit of a delinquent and silly guy doesn't say anything about smarts. He's probably just better at school learning (being trained by Yuki that would be partially a necessity) and also had better teachers.

[redtsundere-writes]

Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mmafigther!sukuna ryomen x femcoach!reader

Part 13. Last One Before Leaving

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Sypnosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Yuuji, Choso and Sukuna are brothers. Some characters are out of characters. Warnings: Cursed words, I only read it once. Word Count: 4582 words. Author's Note: I am going to edit the shit out of this fanfic after I drop the last chapter. I am not sure if I will post the next chapter next week because I have to work on some commissions, but I'll try my best because it will be a long one. I promise. Thanks for staying tuned!

Back to old habits. The only thing I could see in the middle of the tunnel was Sukuna's gigantic back, I could raise my hand and trace his tattoos with my fingertips. I took a deep breath to assimilate that this was really happening. This was my last fight as the King of the Ring's coach. This was the last time I would wear the Team Black jacket. The last time I would march to the beat of Sukuna's favorite song. This would be the last time I would be able to support Sukuna this close. We emerged from the darkness and the crowd greeted us in a sea of applause and cheers. Gojo was at my side with a big bright smile, Yuuji was on the other holding his brother's bench and Nanami was behind me, holding the strategy notes. 

After the referee took over to check on Sukuna, he hugged everyone quickly before entering the ring. My lips formed a smile involuntarily at his warm touch. I was so proud of him. I was sure he would excel in this fight as in all the others. I already wanted to see him fight in all his glory. I hope I was good enough as a sparring partner for this match. 

"Give a warm welcome to Aoi, the demolisher of champions, Todo!” they announced. “I wonder what song he will enter with this time,” I thought curiously. 

It was true that Todo was a famous fighter because of his skills, strength and beefy body, but there was a reason why he is very popular. While other fighters enter the arena with rap songs with intimidating lyrics, Todo enters with songs of his favorite k-pop idols. Nayeon's POP! started blaring from the speakers. He came in dancing to the choreography of the said song with his team following closely behind. One could debate the fact that he was the best fighter in the UFC, but he was the one who puts on the best shows.

"What the fuck is this? " Sukuna asked as he stretched out near our corner.

"Oh, I love this song,” Yuuji told me excitedly as he danced to the famous choreography that went viral on TikTok. 

It didn't take long for him to get into the ring. In the distance, I could see Yuki waving with a smile as if we were friends. Poor thing, she doesn't know that Sukuna was about to smash her fighter to the ground. Maybe I should give her a sign. I showed her my thumbs down while mouthing the words “he's going down” in an exaggerated way. That was enough to wipe off her smile.

Todo and Sukuna gathered in the center to start the fight. One last fight and we're off. “Come on Sukuna, show me everything I have taught you,” I thought as I watched him excitedly. This would be Sukuna's last fight that I would be able to watch this close. I felt like a little girl again watching her first UFC fight on TV. I still couldn't believe I had come this far in my career. From being a rank-and-file fighter to being the champion of my division to directly training one of the best fighters in the world. I was proud of Sukuna, but I was prouder of myself. 

The bell rang and the fun began. The beasts went straight ahead to try to take each other down with their killing punches. For a giant mass of musclemen, Todo was incredibly faster than before. Yuki must have focused his training on speed since he is already strong. There was a moment where Todo was just lashing out jab after jab without Sukuna being able to return them, but he could get away from him to try to attack him from another angle. My fighter was defending himself very well, but he was eating a punch or two. Plus he wasn't working on his offense like we had practiced before. Something was going on. 

The third round arrived and Sukuna was still not improving, in fact, his body was beginning to lose resistance from all the missiles he was receiving. His movements were getting slower with every minute, his defense was fading little by little and his offense was not working. He was looking for any path that could lead him to victory, but they were all covered by the great wall that was Aoi Todo. If this was going to judges' decision, the odds weren’t on Sukuna’s side. “What the fuck are you doing wrong=!” I asked my fighter as if he could hear me telepathically. 

"Damn, he's getting fucked," Yuuji commented annoyed with the situation. 

Wait, his lucky ritual, is that why Sukuna wasn't in his best shape? Hadn't he had satisfying sex the night before? That couldn't be. Sukuna told me that Gojo had hired him a special prostitute the night before. Did he do something different this time? Whatever it was, luck was not on Sukuna's side. He would have to fight with everything his body could offer to keep his title. And after what seemed like an eternity, the bell announcing the end of the third round rang. There was one last round left that we could not squander.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Didn't you get a hard-on last night or what the fuck?” I asked him offended while Yuuji put ice on his bumps to reduce the swelling. 

"What the fuck are you talking about, shut up!” Sukuna barked, annoyed. 

"Then what the fuck is wrong with you?!” I yelled in his face. "I'm going to support you until the end, but please, stop fucking around and give him a piece of your fucking mind!” 

"I'm tired,” he sighed as he closed his eyes. I slapped him. Gojo and Yuuji looked at me, baffled. 

"You can rest once you give him a final punch! You're about to lose your title!” I screamed to wake him up from the trance he was in. If his luck wasn’t on his side, his anger would be. I grabbed his face and forced him to look at Yuki. "She's making fun of you, the woman who broke your brother's heart and blamed you for it! Are you going to let her make fun of the king of the ring?! Think about your fans.” 

"Sukuna has fans?” Yuuji scoffed. 

"If Sukuna has a fan, it's me. If Sukuna has no fans, it is because I am dead. If the world is against Sukuna, then I am against the world,” I said seriously, but the brothers started laughing. My cheeks blushed as I realized what a silly thing I had said. In fact, it was the first time I heard Sukuna laugh out loud. He had a cute smile on his face. 

"Stop joking around! We're running out of time,” Gojo scolded us. "Sukuna, you've been boxing all this time. Don't be afraid to use your legs. I know he's a little taller than you, but that's the way you can reach him,” Gojo advised him before they called the fighters back. 

Sukuna and Todo met again in the center of the octagon and the bell rang announcing the last round. This was no time to blink. Now everything was in Sukuna's hands. Aoi went at him, looking for the same knockout he had been unable to achieve in the last 20 minutes of the fight. Sukuna was still maintaining his guard as Todo directs his fists to his face. His feet were moving around the octagon in a tug of war that shortened and distanced them with each transition. My athlete looked more focused than he had in the last few rounds, but he needed something better than that. 

"Come on Todo, let your guard down,” Yuuji prayed out loud beside me. 

There was one minute left on the clock and every second was ticking faster than it should. They were bathed in sweat and blood from open wounds. I wondered what Sukuna was thinking in the midst of the chaos. Todo stepped into Sukuna's space to punch him, but he nimbly evaded it. Taking advantage of Todo being in his space, Sukuna kicked him squarely in the face with a spinning kick. His rival lost his balance, staggered backwards and fell backwards on the canvas. 

"Go for it!” I shouted euphorically to Sukuna, but he didn't need my instruction to know what to do. 

Sukuna pounced on Todo to beat him relentlessly. The crowd went crazy and Todo’s team was just yelling at him to get up. Team Black exclaimed incoherently from the excitement. Todo made no successful attempt to get up or defend himself. The referee stepped between them, announcing the end of the fight. Sukuna had won by technical knockout. The king of the ring got up tired and ran to the fence while the applause invaded his ears. 

"That bastard did it!” I exclaimed excitedly before climbing the fence to meet my champion and hug him. "You're the best, Sukuna!” I sobbed with joy. Tears of happiness cascaded down my cheeks. 

"Are you going to cry again?” Sukuna asked me, annoyed, wiping my tears with his thumbs. 

"Let me enjoy the last time I will cry for you,” I said with a smile. 

Sukuna half opened his lips as if he was about to tell me something, but closed them again. I have no idea what she could have been holding back. I couldn't overthink things like that when the king of the ring had beaten the demolisher of champions. 

I didn't hesitate to sign my letter of resignation. I was going to miss Nanami's office. The mahogany furniture made a nice contrast to the silver machinery in the rest of the gym. It was a little oasis of calm in the middle of a chaotic place. There were pictures of him with Yuuji, Sukuna and Gojo in Malaysia, collectible action figures of the king of the ring and plaques of all the fights won by fighters in Team Black. I handed over my official jacket, Sukuna's important analysis documents and my key to the gym on the desk. 

"It's a pity you have to leave, but we wish you the best of luck in your professional career,” Nanami said to me in her professional voice once he put the papers in their respective folders. 

"Thank you for offering me the job,” I told him. "Uraume will be here in a week. I'm sure it won't take Sukuna long to get used to them.” 

Having to leave for my gym meant that Sukuna would be without a floor technique coach, so I called Uraume to see if they were interested in the position. They were one of my first trainers when I decided to leave the Zenin temple. They were very strict, but that's Sukuna's style anyway. Nanami thanked me for the time and led me out of her office. As soon as she opened the door, I was in for a big surprise. 

"We’ll miss you, snake!” Yuuji, Gojo, Shoko and the rest of the fighters were gathered to bid me farewell. 

"Oh, guys...” I said while trying not to cry at how nice they thought of giving me a surprise goodbye. 

"I hope you like red velvet cake,” Megumi said appearing in the crowd with a cake decorated with a paper Medusa head and the words “bon voyage” in icing. 

"Megumi, you‘re here!” I squealed before hugging him. As soon as he hugged me back, I noticed that his biceps and triceps had grown. The training with his father was working for him. 

"Even though he no longer trains with us, he is still an honorable member of Team Black, just like you,” Yuuji said excitedly. 

"Thank you all for the nice surprise. I said with a smile while memorizing the faces of everyone present, although... someone was missing. "Hey, and Sukuna?” I asked. 

"He went to the CrossFit gym, but you'll see him tonight. Sukuna said you could choose a place to celebrate his victory and your farewell,” Gojo told me. 

A week had passed since the fight. It was a tradition to eat at Sukuna's favorite sports bar after every fight he won, so it had seemed strange to me that he hadn't invited us to lunch as was customary. I was glad to know that this time he wanted to give me the choice. In the end I opted to hold the celebration at a local Korean BBQ restaurant. 

The restaurant was bursting at the seams. Almost all the circular tables were occupied by Team Black members. My sense of smell was permeated by the meat cooking over on the grill in the center and the fermented seasonings. Gojo and Nanami chatted pleasantly while Yuuji and Megumi filled me in on how their father's gym was doing. A waitress brought us the bottle of sake Nanami had ordered to celebrate properly. 

"Come on, have a drink with me,” I asked Sukuna as I poured him a cup. 

"No,” he said before drinking from his glass of water in an attempt to ignore me. 

"Don't be like that, just one,” I begged him as I poured him a drink. He kept ignoring me. "Do it for me, as a parting gift,” I pouted. Sukuna looked at me, tempting to listen to me. 

"Drink, drink, drink!” Yuuji chanted excitedly along with Gojo. Gradually, the rest of the team began to chant for Sukuna to cheer up. 

"Just one,” He agreed before taking the cup that had been poured for him. 

"Here's to a bright future,” I proposed a toast with my glass in hand. 

"To a bright future!” They all exclaimed in unison with their drinks in hand. 

"Cheers!” I exclaimed before Sukuna and I downed the glass in one gulp. 

"Hey, do you like Star Wars?” Sukuna asked me, slurring his words from the effects of the alcohol. 

After he had a second glass of sake, Sukuna was red in the face and started to be funny with everyone. I could see why he had turned me down every time I offered to drink with me. I knew the “he didn't drink alcohol because of the calories and carbohydrates” was some bullshit. The reality is that he has zero tolerance for alcohol. As soon as Sukuna started saying things like “Yuki wishes I would fuck her”, Nanami asked me to bring him home. 

"No, why?” I asked him to keep him awake as I carried him to his room. 

"Because Yoda only one for me!” He answered before deflating like a balloon as if he had told the best joke in the world. I could only roll my eyes, but I still laughed. 

When we got to his room, I threw him on the bed to let my poor body rest. If Sukuna was a big, heavy man when he was sober, when he was drunk he was like carrying 5 bags of cement on my back. While he was telling terrible dad jokes, I took off his shoes so he could rest comfortably. Even though it was wrong for him to get drunk, I was glad to see him so happy. I always see him angry and worried about being the best. Now he didn't have to worry about that, he could be himself. 

"Stay here, I'll get you a glass of water,” I asked him before leaving the room. 

I looked for a glass in the cabinets and took the water pitcher out of the refrigerator. I smiled as I remembered the stupid joke I had made. Was this the Sukuna I didn't know? A joking boy with a cute smile that made me laugh out loud. It was a shame I barely saw this side of him after almost a year of working together, but I was glad I had seen him before I left. I heard some bare footsteps coming towards me, “Oh no way,” I thought before turning around to confront him. 

"Sukuna, I told you to stay in be-” I was about to scold him, but he shut me up in the most unexpected way. 

I didn't even have time to think by the time he had pulled me close to his lips, holding me gently by the nape of my neck. He hugged me to his body around my waist, so I could feel his heart beating like crazy, just like mine. I didn't know what to say, think or do. This was definitely not the Sukuna I had met in Las Vegas, this was a sweet, gentle, romantic man. This was the Sukuna I wanted to meet, why was he showing up here and now? His lips said everything and nothing at the same time. 

"No, you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing,” I told him before pushing him by the chest. 

"I know exactly what I'm doing,” he said with his cheeks still flushed. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the embarrassment. 

Even though his eyes told me he was serious, I didn't believe him. I couldn't believe him. It had taken me so long to fall out of love with him and here I was, about to throw all my hard work away. Sukuna got closer to kiss my forehead softly. He ran down my face leaving little kisses all over, little love bites until he reached my ear. He kissed my ear and then proceeded to suck on my earlobe. A flirtatious tingle ran down my spine. This had gone too far already. 

"I can't, I like your brother,” I said as I pushed him again. 

"Yuuji is Megumi's boyfriend.” He confessed. I already knew that, it was so obvious. 

"I'm talking about Choso. I promised to call him when I stopped being your coach.” I explained. 

"You choose him?” He asked me in a whisper as if he was afraid that someone else would hear our conversation. 

That was the real question. I had spent almost a month mentally debating why Choso was a better match prospect than him. I should have told him “yes” for sure, but something was holding me back, and I didn't know what exactly it was. He grabbed my chin to force me to look into his eyes. Those deep eyes that the Itadori brothers shared, but his could stand out in a large crowd. 

"Yes…” I whispered. He nodded and turned away from me. At last, I could breathe again. "You should drink some water.” I said before passing him the glass I had poured for him. 

“Fine, under one condition.” Was this déjà vu? "You'll sleep with me tonight.” 

"I'm not sleeping with you,” I crossed my arms in offense. 

"I said ‘sleep’, not ‘fuck’,” he clarified. 

"Why do you want to sleep with me?” I asked confused. 

"I want to watch a movie with you.”

After Sukuna drank his glass of water, we sat under the sheets of her bed to watch whatever was on the old movie channel. I was really surprised that he wanted to watch Casablanca, I didn't think he was one of those movie suckers. Sukuna looked so good in his half open black robe, leaving his strong chest exposed, and his thick framed blue filtered glasses. I looked back at the TV as I realized where my thoughts were going. 

Even though we were a considerable distance apart, the atmosphere we had created felt so intimate. We were like a couple who had been married for over 30 years. There may not have been a spark of lust, but we knew for a fact that we were there for each other.

"I didn't know you liked these movies,” I said with my eyes glued to the screen. 

"I don't,” I answered. My brow furrowed on its own at that answer. 

"Then why are we watching it? I asked confused. 

"Because I have insomnia and this helps me sometimes sleep.��� 

That explained why he was such a first"rate grump. He doesn't rest well, he can't take sleeping medication because it might show up as drugs on UFC medical tests, and his body has to be active during the day. 

"Why didn't you ever tell me?” I asked him while the scene where Rick and Ilsa say goodbye at the airport after spending a night together. 

"Would anything have changed if I had told you?” Why did I feel he wasn't referring to his insomnia?

"But what about us?” Ilsa cried to Rick. 

"We’ll always have Paris,” he answered with melancholy in his voice. 

SUKUNA POV

“What the fuck is wrong with me, why did I think I was a goddamn romantic movie lead?! Those movies are already affecting me for the worse,” I thought as I took out the fury in myself on the punching bag. I was sweating like a pig and my shoulders were barely holding up to the exercise, but that was my punishment for kissing the girl my brother likes. The same story could not repeat itself. Choso was just coming back into my life, I couldn't do that to him. I'm a big, stupid idiot. 

"Hey, that sack has already suffered enough,” Gojo said, stopping me. "It's 9 o'clock at night, you've been here since 4 am. You ate here, slept on the stretcher and even bought a candy from the vending machine. I know you're a high-performance athlete and all, but this is too much,” Gojo took off my headphones to get my attention. 

Being Sunday night, the gym was practically empty. I was supposed to go home, but I couldn't do that. Y/n was there, I wouldn't know how to see her after I had made her sleep with me. I didn't even want to get out of bed in the morning to see her up close as she slept with her mouth open and her hair matted, but despite that, she looked so adorable. 

"I'm fine,” I said. I tried to go back to the bag, but my coach didn’t let me. 

"This is because she's going to another city, isn't it?” Gojo asked me. Was I being too obvious? "Your surprised face says yes.” 

I sat down on the weight bench behind me and ran a towel over my face to wipe off the sweat. Gojo sat down next to me and patted me on the back a couple of times. 

"Don't worry, you'll see her at other sporting events, maybe we can do a collaboration with her gym in the future. You will have many opportunities to see her.” Gojo comforted me. "Yuuji told me that Choso will ask her to be his boyfriend soon, possibly they will become a family.” 

Y/n getting married in a white dress, lace veil and a beautiful arrangement of white flowers in her hand. I would be at the altar waiting for her with my hand outstretched to live the rest of our lives together, have children and maybe probably a cat named Garfield. Only to wake up from my dream and realize that hand is not mine, but my little brother's. That thought just twisted my stomach and I slammed the water bottle on the floor from the helplessness of not being able to do anything about it. Gojo was startled by the sudden act. 

"I was the one who beat up her ex-boyfriend, I was the one who kept her safe, I was the one who defended her from my mother's aggressive comments! Choso hasn't even done anything for her!” I exclaimed annoyed with the whole situation. I jumped out of the seat to start walking from one side to the other in an attempt to get my anger down. "She doesn't know that Choso stopped wetting the bed until he was 12, that he's afraid of clowns and that he still thinks his ex-fiancée is the love of his life! We slept together twice, I showed her how much of a man I can be, how happy I can make her and still...!” I stopped as I realized that a tear escaped from my right eye and had slid down to my chin.

"Come here, boy,” Gojo said before hugging me. 

"She picked him...”. I cried to the only person I can trust. 

"God, I knew you liked her, but I didn't think it was that serious.” Gojo told me as he hugged me tightly. 

"I can't tell her. If I tell her, Choso will never speak to me again. I can't lose my brother again,” I said as I tried to wipe away my tears, but they wouldn't stop coming. "She was the only one who believed in me. Even when my parents and Yuuji didn't.”

She was the only one who supported me above all things and always made sure I knew that. She was loyal to me, in everything but love. What did it cost her to look at me with those eyes too? She has been the only woman I've ever seen that way, and I was about to lose her forever. I was sure I would never find someone like her ever. They might look alike in appearance like that prostitute in Brazil, but they weren't even close to her heels. 

Boxes kept piling up at the entrance. Boxes of clothes, boxes with decorations, boxes, and more boxes announced Y/n's upcoming departure. I helped her carry them down to the moving truck that Choso had rented to take them to the new apartment she would share with her friend, Nobara, in Nagoya. I told her I would pay for the entire move, but she said Choso would take care of it. 

"I think that would be it,” Y/n said before putting the last box in the back. "This is where we say, ‘I'll see you later.’” She said before shaking my hand.

I shook her hand for a cordial farewell. This would be the last time I would touch her smooth skin and feel her firm grip. I was devastated inside, but I had to fake a smile on the outside. It was for everyone's sake. This was for the best. 

"Thank you for allowing me to work with you. I learned many things. Please watch my fights,” she asked me cordially. I doubted very much that I would see them.

"Thank you for training me, even if you didn't want to at first,” I answered. 

"I always wanted to train you. Didn't I ever tell you the reason?” She asked me, surprised at herself. I didn't know what she was talking about, I thought she thought I was a big asshole from the start. "After your fight with Suguru Geto, my first coach, I was very curious to meet you to know the secret of your skills. Now that I know, I doubt I can replicate it,” she said with a playful wink, referring to my lucky ritual. 

"We have to go now, or it will get dark,” Choso said to Y/n while hugging her by the shoulders. 

"We'll be in touch,” she said excitedly. 

The new couple got into the truck, and they didn’t look back as I waved goodbye to them from the curb. I pulled out my phone to look up Y/n's contact to change her name from “Coach ♥️” to “NO ANSWER.”

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[foundheavenly]

“We were meant to be”

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice.

Words: 916

Plot: you are a couple married

Pairing: Gojo x female reader

Theme: fluff, comfort

Your daughter was in her crib for bed but she wasn't quite asleep. She seemed to be staring at the ceiling, giggling and mumbling to herself. You leaned over and picked her up, cuddling the baby to your chest. She cooed in delight as she pressed her nose against yours, and put her tiny hand on your cheek.

“My angel” You smiled warmly at the little girl as your heart melted away from her cuteness. She’s so sweet, she’s like sugar. The most adorable tiny girl.

Satoru watched you from the bed, a silly grin on his face. His eyes twinkled as he watched you cuddle Yuki before you started to softly hum a lullaby. Your voice was so sweet that your daughter fell immediately asleep as you gently put her in the crib again. You looked back at Satoru and your eyes met: no words needed. You understood each other perfectly.

That's when you realized how lucky you were. It hasn't all been easy, mainly because of Satoru's recurrent absences due to missions and his responsibility as the strongest sorcerer, but you couldn't ask for more.

You weren't like him, you're only a mere human, and you never thought you'd meet someone like him. At the very beginning of your relationship, you were afraid of the reality of his world, of everything you couldn't see, and you found it hard to accept. But Satoru never gave up. He hasn't quit yet but the question has crossed his mind.

What if he stopped everything?

To live the simple, normal life he'd thought he could have with you? A family life, nothing more normal?

But you couldn't force him to quit, especially not only for you. Of course you would like him to stop everything, to stay close to you, morning and night, and never put his life in danger. But you had to trust him and you couldn’t make decision for him. After all, he was the strongest, and could single-handedly eliminate hundreds of enemies. And Satoru had promised you he'd always come back to you and now to your child.

You climbed into bed, curling up next to Satoru, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. He was smiling and so were you.

“Thank you, honey” You said almost like a whisper as your head was right on his chest.

"No love, thank you" Satoru chuckled as he pressed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. "Being here with you is all I've ever wanted. You don’t know how much I’m grateful to you"

Hearing someone like Gojo spoke with such affection as a father and husband was adorable. If this was what he's like with you, you wondered if he was ever this sweet as a person before all the hardships life threw at him, before he knew you. But that’s some things he never really talked about and you never forced him to do so.

He pulled you closer, still being careful not to disturb your son next to your bed. You snuggled against him, the warmth of his limbs filling you with peace.

Your daughter mumbled in her sleep as she hugged his blanket. Every now and then, a small coo came out as she shifted in her deep slumber, but for the most part, she seemed to be content. Satoru watched her carefully, feeling his heart swell with love and affection. And you already knew what he’s thinking of.

He looked down at you for a moment and smiled at you before leaning over and whispering in your ear. "Let's try for another one” He suggested.

You looked up at him and let out a chuckle. “You want another one?”

"Of course” He grinned. "We’re only in the beginning of thirties. We have plenty of time. There could be more little ones running around with Yuki in a few years. Can you imagine how cute that would be?"

He smiled, gazing down at your face with such adoration.

"Maybe even a boy next time so Yuki can have a little brother” He thought with a chuckle.

Your eyes shine at the thought. It would be so great to have a little boy too.

"But not yet" He said, smiling. “For now, let's enjoy our little girl."

He kissed you on the cheek and nuzzled his face against yours, his eyes twinkling with joy.

"My heart feels like it could explode” He whispered. "You make me so happy."

You smiled widely at his words and you chuckled. Marrying this man was definitely the best decision you could have made in your entire life.

"It feels like we've been together for ages already” He said softly, pressing a gentle kiss against your neck. "But it also feels like there's always something new to learn about you. I love that. And I can’t wait to learn more and more about you”

Satoru gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, then kissed you on the forehead. His affection was always so sweet.

“We were meant to be” He smiled gently as a tear of joy fall down your cheek.

It felt unreal to be loved this much. But it was the reality. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. And If this is what your life is going to be like, you can't imagine how much you're going to love the next decades.

[runabout-river]

Thoughts on JJK chapter 251 (spoilers)

As I thought, Yuta's slash didn't do that much damage but it's still enough that Sukuna has to actively heal himself and we also find out that Sukuna's assumption from before the time skip was true: the good guys do have the last finger and that's most likely because of Gojo.

I wonder how Yuta managed to copy his CT though because he needs to ingest part of the person and it doesn't look like he was the one ingesting Sukuna's last finger. Maybe Yuji did and Yuta ate part of him? Maybe Sukuna is also wrong and the last finger was never eaten at all.

Yuji and Sukuna have an awesome brawl right in front of us and I'm living for it especially with how menacing Sukuna looks here and how Yuji spat in his face.

Yuji pumps himself up by thinking about his last chance to save Megumi while Sukuna thinks about how his control of his body is slipping and how his CE output is weakening. It looks good for Yuji's team because Sukuna is taking a beating instead of turning the tables on them.

Sukuna decides on tanking the Jacob's Ladder and cutting his three opponents up but they had already planned for that so:

Yuta rips Bellymouth's tongue out, Rika is holding two of Sukuna's arms, Yuji is holding one arm, Sukuna attacks Yuta but his slashes are too weak to stop him so Sukuna's mouth gets slashed, his face explodes because Yuji's blood and one arm gets cut off.

They really trained for this event with all their might.

We go into a flashback about Yuki's notes and how souls work. Basically, they'll never become one even if they can get mixed up a little. Choso says sth interesting here: the soul of the person he inhabits is completely gone, Yuki's notes say that that soul has sunken into extreme depths

This means that the soul was either ejected from the body by the cursed object, or its sunken so deep that it can't be pulled out again because otherwise Yuki would've talked about the moral dilemma that every incarnated sorcerer + plus Choso would face about giving back their stolen bodies

If I remember correctly, Mahito wasn't able to combine two souls either because they rejected each other. In Megumi's case however we know that Sukuna and Megumi's souls are separate so their plan should work...

😢

Sukuna's plan to completely subjugate Megumi was stronger than this part of Yuji's plan to simply shake him awake. But I'm sure that they also planned for this outcome because:

Yuji knows the feeling of despair that Sukuna will put you under. He and Gojo also knew what Tsumiki meant to Megumi and they definitely found out that she was killed by Sukuna. Yuji would've feared this outcome and prepared himself accordingly. Now he has to be the one to save not only Megumi's body but also his soul.

To get to this level of despair, Megumi went through:

Shock of Tsumiki's possession

The Bath in cursed energy

The killing of Tsumiki

Sukuna eating 4 additional fingers + his old head

Megumi suffering through 1700 years of information through UV inflicted on him by his teacher (I counted)

Killing Gojo

This boy really had enough but Yuji once stood in the exact same place. He got up again and so will Megumi.

However weak, Sukuna uses his World Ending Slash on Yuji, Yuta and Rika. Megumi might or might not have managed to take his body back at this point if he had had the will to do it.

Yuta's arm is definitely cut but his torso looks a bit better. At least it's still drawn in one line. Yuji looks better off overall but unlike Yuta he actually has a bit of an immunity to Sukuna's CE.

Yuta's DE breaks and this might be the point for him where he taps out but no fear, Maki is here

Sukuna smiles at her because he most likely wanted to fight her properly and we have a break next week

What now, some more thoughts:

Like I said, the fight for Megumi goes on if he wants to or not, Yuji is here to save him

We now have a concrete point on where his story went down to: it's not the crazy or evil path but the crushed path

The other paths might still come though

As I've pointed out a hundred times, Tsumiki's soul is here! She already made contact with Megumi before the Yorozu reveal! She only has to find a way to communicate with her brother

Mai's soul too could come to help him. Her soul is in Maki's Split Soul Katana. Every time she cuts Sukuna with it, Mai could try to talk with Megumi just like Yuji does with his fists.

When Sukuna's CE is finally on normal sorcerer levels, Nobara might make her grand return with Resonance and show Megumi that at least one dead friend came back to him

Phew, this was an emotional chapter.

[gojosbf]

why do you think that female char are no longer well written on jjk? /genq (i am caught up with the manga so don't worry about spoilers)

SPOILERS AHEAD!!! for me all of this began with nobara's death and it went downhill from there, now see I understand it might've been important to give yuuji motivation etc but when a roach naoya get's to survive again and again after getting killed but there is no hope for nobara who was one touch kill and had chances of survival but doesn't purely for shock factor, it doesn't sit right with me.

Okay, ignore even that maybe it's my attachment to the character talking so let's talk about other female characters: most of the fandom forgets momo exists that's how useless he made her, she suffered no serious damage (not as far as I remember) and her only active role was in kyoto goodwill arc and an appearance in shibuya we barely see her after that.

Gege treats female characters as a catalyst for mcs, either they're completely useless or get killed off or even if they're powerful enough they're barely mentioned or shown doing something useful.

Example for catalyst: We literally never really see Utahime in action except in Shinjuku Battle to boost Gojo's ct. Like really? That's your semi grade 1 sorcerer and all throughout the manga that was her only role?

Example for completely useless: I already talked about momo, lets about miwa okay, she put her everything to that one swing post-shibuya against kenjaku only for him to deflect it with his bare hands and what about her after that? Nothing!! She gave up everything and now she cannot do anything, just another cheap tactic to get rid of another useful character.

Example for killed: Listen I will accept Mai's death because it served the purpose and was one of the most impressive parts but other than that? Yuki Tsukumo, the special grade, the star plasma that rejected even tengen and cornered kenjaku, her death was so anticlimactic and unsatisfactory, she was practically winning but apparently "a miscalculation" caused her death, listen I like a shocking plot twist and death but that seemed like nothing but an excuse to get rid of another strong female character because gege had no idea how he'd use her in future.

More example for catalyst: Tsumiki and Yorozu (aka the same body but!) she was such a driving force for Megumi but after Culling Game arc hit we got a tease of her (or them) and that provided more motivation for megumi to fix things to work harder to bring his sister back but instead of seeing more of her gege killed her off after sukuna took over megumi's body because her purpose was served!! Done. She was there as long as she could be used as a beacon of hope for our poor boy.

Example of if powerful then they're barely shown: Shoko and Mei Mei, we know both of them are quite capable, they've proved their worth and aside from the fact that Mei Mei is a fucking pedophile she's still a great sorcerer but now she doesn't care about sorcerers and henceforth isn't present/doesn't provide much or any help at all other than the telecast. Shoko on the other hand, we're supposed to believe that her using rct is special and she's one of the most important characters mind you she's the part of the og trio but we rarely get to see her. Even know (the up to date manga chapters) they keep talking about taking the injured sorcerers to shoko but they never !! show !! her !! in !! action !! Like c'mon she's been working overtime but SOMEHOW gege can't dedicate more than four panels to her?

Now onto Maki, the only one standing, the only female character gege truly utilised gave her one heck of goal and arc and then very conveniently forgot her for next 100 chapters. She's great yes, and gege's finally back to currently giving her the attention she deserves which I am very skeptical about because if he just kills her off in next chapter to make a statement istg...but everytime she's mentioned they HAVE to mention toji, it's almost like she'll never leave his shadow, all her achievements are boiled down to FEMALE TOJI which, don't get me wrong I love toji but she's more than that, she's a monster because she wiped out a whole clan not because she shares same superhuman powers as her predecessor and dare I say she's already surpassed toji at this point.

Let's not forget Uro and Angel/Hana whom gege brought in once for one job and then we all completely forgot about them. (I am mentioning them last because he's done this with many other characters so they're truly not an unique case in that sense)

Returning back to when jjk first was fairly new and we had these panels

it was hype we thought FINALLY!!!! she doesn't denounce her femininity but isn't used as a fan service material through them either and she's fucking nuts and strong FINALLY!!! only for gege to go well now that you've had the crumbs you're getting neither, not the pretty ones nor the strong ones and even if they're strong I am going to act like they don't exist so have fun!! And that's why I think he's really downgraded.

[shemaycry]

❛ 'Cause you're really my dearest friend.❜ ⸺ YUKI TSUKUMO.

【⠀♱⠀】 SYNOPSIS. yuki is conflicted. you’re her best friend, nothing more. and yet, all she can think about is ruining such a connection for something more.

【⠀♱⠀】 WARNINGS. angst if you squint | fast pace & kind of sloppy | fluff | ooc yuki | bisexual! yuki | reader is written with a fluid sexuality | gojo & geto mention | self indulgent asf | yuki questioning everything, | mitski mention | etc.

【⠀♱⠀】 AUTHOR’S NOTE. originally i was gonna add smut into this. mostly because i know fluff isn’t given as much attention & because i’ve been wanting to write smut for yuki. however, while writing, i noticed it would have not fit here. like at all. of course i still could have tried but it would have felt forced. anywho! this is a fic for the girls that fall for their best friends, hope you recover cause i sure haven’t <\3! as always please excuse grammatical mistakes & errors.

Intimacy was funny when it came to women. A girl could kiss her friend on the cheek, cuddle with her, and maybe even see her naked; but never feel a thing. Some women, were able to hold such a connection without lust or romantic love tainting it.

But, this wasn’t always the case. Some had the misfortune of allowing that model connection to falter. The touches didn’t always seem as innocent, the comfortable atmosphere left whenever one withdrew their clothes, and the gazes no longer held that friendly warmth, but instead.. longing.

Yuki Tsukumo had believed she was immune to it all. That she, would never, fall for her best friend. That her love would never reach a romantic level.

She thought she was immune. Really, she did.

But as time passed, the woman began to see the signs she’s displayed to lovers in the past. The way you would breach her thoughts every single day, how your smiles would melt any sadness out of her body, or even how she would grow hot from even the most lightest touch on her skin.

Yuki Tsukumo had fallen for her best friend, you— and she didn’t have a clue on what to do about it.

Days were blurring together, passing far too quickly without an answer entering her mind. She was going mad, stressed that you would somehow find out about her sin. What would you do then? Would you hate her? Would the friendship the two of you formed go down the drain in an instant?

“I say, ruin it.” Gojo Satoru’s words were blunt, overshadowing the reasonable advice Geto was previously spewing. His dimples were deep, blue eyes gleaming with mischief as he stared at the blonde-haired woman who could only stare back. “You only have one shot Yuki and it’s gonna blow up either way,” He hummed, shrugging as if the answer that she had been searching for was obvious.

“So I say, screw it. Ruin your friendship.”

Those words stuck with her since that day. Was Yuki fully prepared to do such a thing? Once she did, there was no going back. Nothing could change the fact you would know the love she held for you was not like the one she held for Gojo and the others.

That the love she held for you, was far from innocent.

“Okay, you have to really listen to these lyrics for the next one,” Your words cut through her current train of thought, her chocolate gaze flowing from the ceiling and over to you. Air was fleeting each time Yuki looked at you, it was embarrassing really. You didn’t have to do a thing and she was starstruck, unable to think or breath. So while your lips moved, she didn’t hear a thing you were saying.

You blinked slowly, noticing the spaced out look in her eyes. “Yuki? Are you listening?” The smile you held was gentle, placing the device in your hand on the pillow beside you. You then reached over, hand finding her shoulder to gently shake.

That was enough to steal her away from her thoughts again, eyes focusing onto yours fully. Her hand rose, tapping against your wrist. “You uh.. said something about me paying attention to the lyrics?” Yuki forced a smile, cheeks tinted a soft pink as she watched your lips screw in playful annoyance. Oh, how she loved when you did that. All that movement caused her eyes to focus right on your mouth— the softness, how a hint of gloss was almost always staining them.

Yuki couldn’t help wondering how they would feel on her own. Would the gloss melt between the friction of the kiss? Would stickiness taint her chin? A soft breath escaped her, forcing her mind to shut off such thoughts.

And yet you were oblivious as always; hand lifting away from her and back to your phone. “Yes! You have to focus when it comes to Mitski songs. She’s, a lyrical genius.” You smiled, babbling about an artist you’ve loved for quite some time. It was entertaining watching you in such a state, and even more so when you would force Yuki to listen to songs or albums— only to talk about the meanings behind them afterwards.

Yuki chuckled softly, turning to lay on her side upon your bed. “I’ll pay attention.” She soothed, watching you come to lay down— facing her. The promise she had made just a second ago seemed to leave the moment her eyes rested upon your face, however.

You were completely relaxed; eyes closed and softly humming to the music that escaped your speaker just a feet away. What was the song’s name again? Yuki couldn’t remember, not with the dilemma running through her head.

In times like this, Yuki felt it all began to bubble; her feelings, her thoughts about you, and much more— all ready to overfill and spill right before you. Restraint was withering with each pass of her eyes over your form, and oh— a tight breath escaped the moment she heard you softly sing along to the song.

Maybe Gojo was right, maybe she should ruin it all.

“[Name]..” The words were sudden, a soft tone hugging them; a contrast to how the woman usually spoke. Your eyes fluttered open the moment your name was spoken into the peaceful atmosphere. They widened, however, as you recognized a serious glint in her gaze.

You slowly sat up, hand pressing against the bed to steady yourself. “Is something wrong?” You asked sweetly, watching as she rose from her previous position as well. “Do you not like the song?” You urged again, fearful you had upset your best friend in some way or another.

Despite your inquiries, Yuki was silent. Completely. Another trait that you believed she wasn’t capable of. Instead she moved suddenly; hand rising and ghosting over your form before finally settling onto your cheek. You weren’t given a moment to breathe, to react, before she moved again— eliminating the distance between you in a single moment.

Your eyes widened, body stilling as the unfamiliar feeling of her lips covering your own warped your being. They were soft, yet unsteady; fear clearly treading within the blonde-haired woman before you. Her hand was clammy too, yet firm against your chubby sun-kissed cheek.

Silence passed through the room for what seemed like forever before Yuki moved away, feeling her heart fall to the pit of her stomach. She’s ruined it, finally— she has. But the rush of fear wasn’t faltering anytime soon. On the contrary it increased the moment Yuki looked at you.

Your expression was unreadable, lips agape and gaze lost completely. You continued to sit as still as a statue, clearly still surprised.

The false sense of courage was escaping her body slowly now, hand rising from your cheek carefully. But to her own surprise and happiness; you quickly took her wrist to halt her movements. Once you achieved that, your hand rose to cup the back of her own, putting it right back on its previous spot.

You moved closer, light finally shining back into your eyes as you stared at her. “Kiss me again.” You spoke on hushed breath, eyelids already lowering before she could move.

Fortunately, Yuki didn’t need to be told twice; closing the distance with more enthusiasm then before. Her lips no longer moved against yours in hesitation or uncertainty— because the answer was clear now.

You loved her, just as much as she did you. And ruining the friendship, was definitely the right thing to do.

Yuki would have to thank Gojo later.

COMMENTS & REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[epickiya722]

"If Gojo and Geto were really best friends, then why didn't Gojo realize there was something wrong with Geto mentally beforehand?"

And then I saw someone said that Satoru and Shoko were probably too selfish or too dense to notice...

A lot some factors play into Suguru's path to becoming a curse user, but I wouldn't say Shoko and Satoru were "too selfish, too dense".

With Shoko, she was indeed a friend to both Satoru and Suguru. But she wasn't always around, not because she didn't care to be. It was because she couldn't be. She practically had to stay at the school because her Reverse Curse Technique and sharpen that technique.

And it wasn't as if Shoko wouldn't have listened to Suguru because later on in the manga, she makes a comment about Satoru believing he was alone after Suguru left. She says he wasn't alone because she was right there.

Now with Satoru, he isn't dense and I know Satoru is arrogant to some level, but I don't even think he's selfish like that. He did notice something was up with Suguru. He did question him if he was alright and Suguru just told him it was summer heat. Satoru being Suguru's best friend, trusted that answer and probably didn't want to push it any further. I don't think he wanted to bother Suguru, just as much as Suguru probably didn't want to bother anyone else. He never would have thought Suguru would start questioning how things work in the world because the Suguru he knew always cared about others. Why do you think he spazzed out when he learned of what Suguru had done?

We saw the year prior that with Riko was upset about leaving the beach, Satoru suggested they stay longer. So it's not Satoru doesn't notice when someone is feeling some type of way. In fact, around that time, he was growing into being more considerate about others. Suguru deflecting solidified Satoru's change into who he became later down the line.

Also, just like with Shoko, Satoru was separated away from Suguru a lot of the times. He became the strongest and was assigned on more solo missions. The schedules for missions are irregular so they probably couldn't meet like that, let alone at all!

I think what gets me about people pointing fingers at who is to blame for Suguru's downfall is that it's at Satoru and Shoko who are just as much as victims to Jujutsu society and the Higher-Ups as Suguru was.

Even crazier, no one says anything about Yaga who was Suguru's teacher, who blames himself. And I wouldn't say he's at complete fault either given how the Higher-Ups treat him.

Sometimes, I feel like people who blame Satoru and Shoko are just Satoru haters (and maybe to an extend SatoSugu haters and looking for an "excuse" to slander the ship) and people who don't care about female characters.

Same fandom that likes to throw Yuki under the bus as if she directly told Suguru "go kill all non-shamans" in his ear.

Moments before she even appeared in that scene Suguru makes a comment to Yu saying how he's a good judge of character with "then why are you sitting next to me then" (or something along those lines), so he already knew that he (Suguru) was heading down a dark path.

It was just how it was gonna happen and what exactly what bothering him.

Yuki was just trying to have a conversation with him, that's it.

With Satoru and Shoko, they were just kids, too being unfairly used like tools.

Look, Suguru did wrong, but given all that has happened it was indeed going to happen. He was just a kid who at a time believed in doing good.

If, again, anyone should be blamed it's the Higher-Ups who treat those who work under them like garbage.

Who in their right mind sends a damn teenager on solo missions? Let alone one to a village?! With those kind of people?! (Because I don't doubt that the HUs didn't know what kind of people they are if they got word of what was happening. Surely, one of the villagers said something about the twins and blamed them. Two innocent little girls, mind you.)

Like, the HUs are the same people who orchestrated a death mission practically just to kill Yuji and would have also gotten Megumi and Nobara killed, too.

[therealjustpeachesback]

My Kenjaku Theories !MANGA SPOILERS!

Today I’ll be taking about my Kenjaku theories, observations, and questions I have in honor of their death. I will be using they/them pronouns for Kenjaku to make it easier. (Apologies if it’s a bit too long) Please visit Jallomoth’s youtube channel!!!! I pulled and elaborated on some of their theories!

Golden Age

This isn’t really a theory but an observation made. One of Kenjaku’s plans is to create another golden age of sorcery. They have many connections but the number of years they have been alive and lurking is alarming. Did they use their friendship with Tengen to see the growth in the modern times and to jujutsu society? Afterall, Tengen introduced many things and made jujutsu sorcery and Japan the way it is in the manga today. Maybe after Sukuna’s sealing Kenjaku finally decided to make a plan to bring back another golden age as powerful as the one Sukuna brought. But why?

“Mad Scientist”

2. Speaking of Kenjaku’s goal, they would love to see the outcome of wiping humanity out and starting off fresh. They said it themselves that “I know I’d laugh.” This shows some mad scientist tendencies and how they enjoy experimenting and plotting. Yuji, Choso and their brothers are the outcome of their experiments. But what caused them to love experimenting so much? Were they like Yorozu who wanted to boost their abilities or boost their IQ? Or did they want to find ways to store more cursed techniques? After all transplanting a brain into someone elses takes a lot of thinking and time. Especially when you are taking control of your first body. Were they originally a scientist or experimenter in their original body or human life? The possibilities are endless.

Geto Suguru

3. This one I pulled and elaborated from Jallomoth. Geto Suguru in the panel shown is talking about how Rika will be his “next time”. But did he know Gojo was going to kill him? My guess is probably since he knows Gojo very well and he knows he respects and will protect his students. So why did Geto say this? Could it be a binding vow for Kenjaku? I like to think there is no such thing as luck within the jujutsu world and only fate. Fate brought the six eyes, plasma vessel, and Tengen together. Could fate bring Kenjaku and Geto together? Even though most binding vows broke when they obtained Geto Suguru’s body that doesn’t mean the most recent binding vow will. Maybe this is the price for obtaining Geto Suguru’s body. His body is too perfect for Kenjaku and has to have some cons to it. Kenjaku is known for plotting ahead and lurking… so what if they watched and maybe interacted with Geto Suguru from time to time? Kenjaku is dead now and this might be a long stretch but it still sort of makes sense.

The Brain

4. Cursed energy comes from the gut but reversed energy (or RCT) comes from the brain meaning cursed techniques are literally edged into the brain at birth. As seen in the gojo vs sukuna fight, they wear their cursed techniques out, so both do an extremely risky thing and crushed their brains. Then they immediately heal them so they can just restart the cool down on their cursed techniques. Could this be how Kenjaku switches techniques? Their technique only consists of stealing people’s bodies so maybe that’s how they tap into other techniques. I mean they have a very good idea of the anatomy of a brain and they can simply crush it and replace it with the new CT. They are a talented sorcerer and quickly regenerated back a few seconds after Yuki punched them. This could explain how two people can’t use two techniques simultaneously. Yuta however will be explained in the next paragraph. 

Yuta and Rika

5. Geto Suguru only wants Rika and Kenjaku sees nothing in Yuta. Why is that? Gege states that Yuta’s technique is copying others AND Rika. But what if Rika is the one that contains his cursed techniques and is basically his weapon storehouse? Maybe that’s why Kenjaku and Geto see no use in him and only for Rika. Rika is his ultimate upgrade and basically powers-up Yuta.

And that’s all! Thanks for reading my whole ass essay and let me know if you want a part 2 since I have even more brewing in my head. Have some treats as your reward!

[herrsherofsorrow]

Chapter One

This story will be a Gojo Satoru x Male Reader. The Reader will in a way be overpowered but under Gojo supervision. This will be a slow burnish and Gojo will not be presented as a player/womanizer.

Warning: There will be slight spoilers from episodes 6-14 before following out sister school exchange event, episodes 15-21, before go on its own path meaning the story will no longer follow the anime or manga.

~

“He got away. He’s good at hiding his presence.” A tall man dressed in black from head to toe, with hair white as snow, and wearing a black blindfold around his eyes thought to himself. “Not to mention there’s still a curse within the vicinity but I can't exactly pinpoint it's location.” One beheaded curse that he attempted to question, another that came to its aid and managed to escape. Now another close but yet so far.

Next to him was a young boy kneeling after being attacked profusely apologizing for letting the two curses escape, dressed in casual clothing such as a sweater and sweats, pink hair, and wearing a pair of red shoes. The white-haired man is known as Goro Satoru and the young boy whose name is Itadori Yuji. 

“Yuji.” Gojo turned towards the boy who prompted and stood up. “I want you or rather everyone, to become strong enough to beat that.” he finished. Uncertain, Yuji thought back to that one curse whose head was shaped like Mt. Fuji. Gojo notices the boy's doubt and simply tells him to consider it as a concrete goal to achieve.

Unknowingly to both of them deep down in the lake that they once stood on, a barrier full of cracks on the verge of… 

“Huh? What’s that soooUOUOUOAAAAAAA-“Yuji's words failed him as he suddenly swept away when a sound of shattered glass and a stronger flow of curse energy filled the air.

Although Gojo couldn’t see them, he could sense these long arms that stretch across the woods grabbing any poor curse within a radius before retreating back to its center, the lake, where one holds Yuji taking him to that exact location. “So why did the hands grab Yuji and not him? Was it because of Sukuna? It has to be.” Gojo thought since the hands never made a grab at him. He couldn’t think any further, since he needed to save his student. Gojo leaped forward grabbing a hold of Yuji's arm but instead of landing, he allowed both of them to be taken because he feared if he were to attempt to defy the hand it would have ripped Yuji apart. 

“Yuji, take a deep breath!” Gojo orders, seeing as they're heading for a vortex in the lake.

“HUH!” Yuji screamed before taking a deep breath as both of them were taken deep below the surface.

The lake that was once shallow enough to see the bottom was so deep to the point it looked bottomless. Gojo notices a trance of curse energy used to create windows but this one was different, old, almost faint and weak. They were taken further and further down where the moonlight couldn’t penetrate through. Yet, there was a soft glow the deeper they went until in front of them a temple… floating? Gojo detected the hands had released Yuji and the curses before moving back, maybe to grab more curses. Yuji looked around confused and finally saw the curses that came with them.

The doors to the temple open and a sudden force pulls Gojo, Yuji, and the curses towards the doors into a room that looks to be an offering shrine. Gojo was quick to recover and landed on his feet sliding across the room while keeping his grip on Yujj, who fumbles but lands on his feet. The curses fall short of the door before promptly closing shut once more.

“Interesting, a temple, hidden under the lake?” Gojo mumbled out loud. “I wonder if that curse’s domain expansion broke the seal. No, I noticed it afterward so could I have?” He continued not paying attention to Yuji who was turning blue.

“Uhh… Sensei… Could I breathe?” Yuji asked, still holding his breath but ended up doing so since his lungs couldn't take it anymore. Yuki took in his surroundings from seeing the curses by the entrance to the walls painted with depictions of people kneeling down to what looks to be a tall creature where its lower half was of a serpent's tail and the waist up was human. “A naga, maybe?” Yuji thought.

“Ha!” Gojo snapped his fingers “This must be where the remains are!” he turns his head to Yuji with a grin on his face, who tilts his head in confusion. “I’ll explain, but let's deal with the curses first-” Both Gojo and Yuji look at the curses only to find them horribly mutilated. Some were headless, missing their torso and below, in half, arms and legs gone, some even ripped open in their chest down to their stomach, or a huge chunk of flesh gone from their shoulder, abdomen, or neck as if they were bitten. Normally they would have healed such injuries but it seems like none of them could.

“Se…Sensei..?” Yuji stuttered out in shock at the scene displayed before him, Gojo was equally lost for words he didn’t sense anything other than them and those curses that are still alive thriving in pain.

 … No… Gojo gasps, in recorded speed, he balls his hand into a first throwing a punch behind them and quickly grabs Yuji’s hood moving away from whatever is behind them. That curse energy from early was barely noticeable, if he hadn’t thought to narrow his focus on it. His punch created a cloud of dust that blocked their view clears to reveal a (hair color) male dressed in dark clothing, (eye color) slitted reptilian eyes stared boringly, his mouth opened a jarred revealing sharp fangs and forked tongue that curled around long claws covered in blood. The man stood uninjured, the area where he stood remained untouched.

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The Dating Game

The Dating Game

Author’s Note: Hello everyone. This is a fic I’ve had written out for a while and I’ve finally gotten around to writing. I’m planning on turning this into a family drama series. Basically Reader is getting into this new relationship and her family has opinions. Enjoy!

Warnings: some mentions of smut, divorce

You never imagined yourself being a divorced single mom. An ex wife. You were a woman who had fallen out of love. So you forced yourself to make a logical step and end the suffering. But it was hard saying goodbye. Even if you barely recognized the person you were leaving. 

~

You first spotted Suguru Geto at a party in college. In the sea of drunken students sloppily grinding against one another, there he stood sipping on a beer. He had long dark hair pulled up into a messy bun, sharp eyes, and broad shoulders. Your friend Yuki took notice of your interest in the handsome stranger. 

“Go talk to him,” she urged.

“I can’t,” you whispered. “Look at him. He’s gorgeous.”

Yuki spotted the host of the party, Satoru Gojo, and flagged him over. 

“What’s up?” he asked. 

Yuki brazenly pointed directly to the person of interest. “That guy with the bun. What kind of girl is his type?”

“Suguru? I dunno. Why? Are you interested?”

“No (Name) is.”

Satoru grinned at you. “Really?”

You sighed in defeat. If they insisted on putting you on the spot you might as well get some more information about him.

“How do you know him?”

“We went to the same high school. He’s been my best friend ever since.”

“Okay, enough about your coming of age story. What’s his major? What does he want to do?”

“Theater. He wants to be an actor.”

“Really? Your friendship must be pretty crowded with two divas in the picture,” Yuki chortled. 

“Haha. So do you want me to introduce you or not?” 

You looked back over to Suguru. 

“Yes, please,” you decided. 

“Suguru,” Satoru shouted. “Someone wants to meet you.”

~

He was perfect. 

Handsome, charming, intelligent, and kind. 

Pure perfection. 

So at the end of the night when he asked for your number you happily obliged him. From then on the two of you spent an increasing amount of time together. Getting coffee, driving around in his run down car, making love in his cramped apartment. 

And you were happy. 

Happy within the relationship the two of you had crafted. 

~

“Suguru,” you giggled. “I’m going to be late.”

You had a meeting with your advisor in half an hour regarding your med school application. But your boyfriend held you hostage in his clutches. 

“So?” he murmured, kissing down your neck. 

“So, if I’m late, I’ll miss the meeting, I won’t get into med school, and you’ll be stuck hearing about it for the rest of your life. 

Suguru sighed in defeat and sat up, pulling you up with him. “Okay.”

He got up from the bed and collected your clothes for you.

He handed you the small pile he’d gathered, and before you could thank him he said something that made everything come to a grinding halt. 

“We should get married.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion. “What?”

“We should get married,” he repeated. 

“Suguru…no. We can’t.”

He was unfazed by your refusal. 

“Why can’t we?”

You set your clothes down next to you. 

“We’re too young. We’re still in school,” you argued.

“After we graduate. It’s only another year away,” he retorted. 

“I’m supposed to go to med school. You're supposed to be an actor.”

“We can do those things and be married.”

Before you could counter his point he got down on his knees and took your hand in his. 

“I’m crazy about you (Name). I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You smirked. “Aren’t you supposed to put a diamond on my finger?”

He smirked right back at you. “Is that a yes?”

“That’s a maybe.”

The two of you were married at the end of the year. 

~

It started out sweet, with the two of you very much in love. 

Back when you were determined you could navigate a cramped apartment, studying, work, and all the other things that made your marriage. 

After two years your home grew a little smaller with the addition of your twin daughters, Mimiko and Nanako. 

~

You rocked Nanako in your arms while you attempted to continue reading from your textbook. 

She’d cry throughout the night, and would only cease when either you or Suguru held her. 

“Nanako, it’s alright angel. It’s alright,” you whispered through her wails. 

Fortunately Suguru came through the door just in time. 

“(Name),” he called out, quickly shutting the door behind him.

He approached you with a dumbstruck look on his face. 

“What happened?” you asked.

“I got it.”

You gasped and stood up. “You got the part!”

“The director hired me on the spot,” he admitted in disbelief. 

You would have screamed if you could, but Mimiko was still asleep in the twins' shared crib. So instead you kissed your husband in relief. 

“I’m so proud of you.”

He plucked Nanako out of your hands and kissed the top of her head. 

“So no more waiting tables,” you chuckled.

“I’m quitting tomorrow.”

You yawned. “In the meantime. I still need to study for my exam tomorrow.”

He nodded. “Study. I’ve got the twins.”

~

After Suguru got his first role, he went on to get his second, then third. All stand out performances that garnered the attention of directors and executives, both domestic and abroad. 

Meanwhile, you were making progress of your own. Graduating from med school and working your way up from a surgical intern to an attending. 

It should have been perfect. But the flaws were easier to spot as time went on.

~

Gradually you and Suguru grew distant, sleeping in different rooms and struggling to maintain a civil conversation. Tensions built up and the two of you began to bicker. Small spats morphed into egregious fits of rage. 

~

“(Name),” Suguru hissed.

You ignored him as you continued to chop carrots for the twins dinner. They were thirteen at that point, far grown from the babies you had held in your med school days. 

He groaned in frustration and raked a hand through his hair. 

“(Name) please,” he enunciated through his clenched jaw. 

You scraped the chopped carrots into the pot on the stove and stirred the contents with a wooden spoon.

He guffawed in disbelief. “So that’s it. You’re not going? I’m getting an award and you don’t care.”

“Not as much as you care about me embarrassing you.”

“Seriously?”

You slammed the wooden spoon onto the countertop with an excessive amount of force. 

“Sorry but I don’t feel like playing the doting wife tonight. My day was hard. I had back to back surgeries. At my real life job. I’m tired. So no Suguru, I have no interest in sipping champagne with your friends.”

“So my job isn’t a real job? Well it paid for your med school tuition. And it paid for this house where I come home and get no support from you!”

You practically shrieked at him. You marched over to the coffee table in the living room and scooped up the invite for the ceremony. 

“We cordially invite Suguru Geto and his wife Mrs. Geto.”

He stormed over to where you stood. “And?”

“What do you mean and? Mrs. Geto? I’m not Mrs. Geto. I’m Dr. (Last Name). I worked hard for that title, Suguru. You didn’t even bother coming to my white coat ceremony!”

“Because I was working! God! You’re being hysterical. I can’t talk to you when you're like this.”

“Fine. I’m sick of talking to you. Go to your stupid ceremony with Mei Mei. I’m sure she’d love to hear you talk.”

You shoved the invitation into his hand and he crumpled it in his fist. “We did a couple of press tours together. Nothing happened.”

You scoffed. “Well the articles all over my newsfeed say otherwise.”

“Can we go one day without an argument? I’m sick of it.”

“Just go,” you hissed.

He picked up his suit jacket and shrugged it on. “Fine. I’m going.”

“Fine.”

~

Mimiko backed away from the door to their apartment and looked over to her sister. 

“It sounds really bad this time Nana,” she whispered.

Nanako just wrapped her arm around her sister and steered her back towards the elevator. 

“It’ll be okay Mimi.”

~

A few days later Mimiko approached you at the breakfast table. 

“Mom,” she mumbled. 

You looked up from your morning paper with a smile. Not a real one, and while you found it convincing Mimiko could tell.

“Good morning angel, do you want me to make you some breakfast?”

She shook her head. 

“Well maybe we could go out for breakfast today?” you suggested. “Then afterwards we can do some shopping.”

She shook her head again. You set your paper down. “What’s wrong angel?”

She tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “Um…a few days ago. When we got home from school we could hear you yelling.”

Your smile faltered. “Oh, I see.”

“Nanako said it’ll be okay,” she mumbled. “But she’s been saying that for so long.”

She broke down and started to cry. You quickly got up to comfort your daughter, allowing her to soak your blouse with her tears.

~

When Suguru returned from his morning run he found you waiting for him on the edge of your bed. 

“We need to talk,” you stated.

He pulled his hair out of his bun and shook it out. “What did I do now?”

“I think we should divorce.”

He froze and looked up to meet your gaze. “What?”

“There’s no use putting off the inevitable.”

“No,” he muttered. “We’ve been going to counseling.”

“And we haven’t been making any progress.”

“(Name). (Name).”

He staggered over to where you sat and got down on his knees. 

“We’ve just been going through a rough patch. We’ve always been able to get out of those.”

Your throat began to close up as your eyes watered. “I know Suguru. But it’s become too much for any of us to deal with.”

“No,” he begged, taking your hands in his. “No. We can still make this work.”

You shut your eyes and shook your head. “The girls know Suguru. They heard us.”

He released your hands from his and slowly stood up. The gravity of the situation finally sinking in for the both of you. 

“We can’t stay married if it’s just going to make us miserable. Neither of us deserve that. The girls don’t deserve that.”

It kills you to say these things. To force yourself to give up like this. You hadn’t given up on anything. Med school. Your internship. Your children. The faith you held in your husband. 

How hadn’t you given up when it was harder? When you had less money. Less options? 

“You’re right,” Suguru croaked, choking over his words. “We can’t…keep forcing ourselves to pretend we still love each other.”

He didn’t say that out of cruelty or bitterness, only harsh acceptance. 

It was over. 

~

(3 years later)

“Nanako,” you called from the front door. “Hurry up.”

“I’m coming!” she called from the other room. “I can’t find my Tiffany charm bracelet.”

“Did you check your vanity?”

After a brief pause she yelled. “Found it!” 

“Mom?” Mimiko asked. “Can we stop for coffee on the way?”

“Only if we leave now.”

Nanako came sprinting down the hallway and made a beeline past you. 

“Hurry. Vanilla lattes with cinnamon are at stake!”

~

After the separation you and Suguru worked out a civil custody arrangement. You didn’t want to deal with lawyers, so it was decided that the twins would remain with you during the week and spend weekends with their father. 

You remained in the penthouse while he had moved to a place downtown. As time went on your daughters had settled into the arrangement and you found yourselves in a familiar rhythm. 

~

“There you guys are,” Suguru remarked as he opened the door. 

“Hey Dad,” Nanako greeted, handing him a coffee cup.

“Black with a splash of cream.”

“Thank you.”

He took the cup from her. “Put your stuff away. We need to get going.”

Once the twins filed inside he leaned in to kiss your cheek, with you following suit. “So what are you doing tonight after your interview?”

“We’ll probably just get dinner nearby. What about you?”

“I had plans to meet up with Yuki for drinks, but something happened with Choso’s brother so we took a raincheck.”

“You can come with us if you want,” he offered.

The twins reappeared at the door. 

“Yeah mom. Come with us,” Nanako insisted.

“Thank you for the offer but I’m really looking forward to a quiet night at home.”

You hugged your daughters and said your goodbyes. 

~

Shimizu packed the last of her things into her briefcase and turned off her desk light. She walked over to her associate's office and knocked on the open door. 

“I’m headed home for the night,” she informed him.

Hiromi looked up from the pile of documents he was hunched over. 

“Good work today.”

She turned to leave only to stop in her tracks. 

“Okay,” she sighed. “Look, I promised I wouldn’t say anything.”

“Here we go,” he mumbled under his breath. 

Shimizu marched into Hiromi’s office and set her briefcase down. 

“I’m seriously worried about you.”

“I think you should be more worried about our clients,” he stoically retorted. 

“I’m serious. There’s a workaholic and then there’s you. When’s the last time you had a proper meal?”

“Because I have so much free time to cook,” he retorted.

“Or been out on a date,” she softly added.

He groaned and slumped back in his chair. “Is this another long winded set up?”

“I have this friend.”

“I don’t like setups.”

“She’s an architect, she’s attractive, she can cook.”

“Shimizu. I’m not a cave man. I don’t need to be taken care of.”

“No, you need to take care of yourself. By eating right and having a life outside of this office.”

“Have you ever considered life coaching as a viable career option? Because it’s not too late for a change,” he sarcastically countered.

Shimizu snatched her briefcase off her desk in defeat. 

“Fine. Fine. You’ll never hear anything about it from me again.”

“Do you promise?”

“Yes. I promise. I promise to not lift a finger to help you when you can’t get out of that chair because your back finally broke from sitting in it too long. I promise when you die to have a picture of the chair engraved on your tombstone. I promise,” she huffed. 

After a moment Hiromi raised his brows. “Done?”

Shimizu nodded. “Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

“I’ll be here.”

~

Takaba Fumihiko was the host of one of the highest rated comedy late night shows on the air. And despite Suguru’s hatred of interviews he knew his agent would kill him if he didn’t use the platform to promote his new film. 

So he swallowed his contempt and agreed to the guest spot. 

The only thing comforting him in front of the blinding stage lights was his daughters in the front row. Mimiko gave him a small wave which he subtly returned as the production assistant started counting down.

“Alright everyone. Cameras are rolling. 3, 2, 1.”

He pointed at Takaba and with a nod he started. 

“Welcome back everyone. I’m joined here by the incredibly talented Suguru Geto. Award winning actor, producer, and overall stud.”

The audience chuckled. “And I hear there’s talk of a potential Oscar nomination in your future.”

Suguru skillfully maneuvered around the speculation. “Well I wouldn’t know about that.”

“If you're nominated will you be taking someone special to the ceremony?”

“I don’t think so.”

“What about your co-star Manami Suda? There’s been a few sighting of the two of you together in public.”

“No, she’s just a friend. That’s all.”

Takaba turned to the audience and made air quotes. “Just a friend folks.”

The crowd laughed again with a couple of hoots from the rafters.

Nanako rolled her eyes and turned to her sister. 

“Comedian,” she quietly mimicked, air quotes included. 

Mimiko playfully shushed her, resisting the urge to laugh. 

“Anyway,” Takaba continued. “Let’s talk about this new film you star in.”

~

You had only realized when you got home your house was devoid of any type of food. So you ordered Thai and flipped through the channels trying to find something to watch. You coincidentally landed on Suguru’s interview. 

“Well folks we’re just about out of time here. I want to thank Suguru for making the time to join me in the studio and for sharing his beauty with us mere mortals. Everytime I see you, you get more handsome. I hate you.”

The audience laughed and hooted a final time for him. Despite his clear distaste for the situation your ex flashed a smile and gave the people exactly what they wanted. 

“The new film is out in theaters, Suguru Geto everybody.”

The band played them out and the screen faded to black. You were all of a sudden increasingly aware of how quiet the penthouse was. Before you could get down on yourself your phone buzzed. 

You checked the caller id and answered it. “Hey Yuki.”

“Hey (Name) I just wanted to apologize again for canceling.”

“Don’t worry about it. What’s up?”

“The doctor just came back with the x-rays. It looks like a fractured wrist.”

“That’s terrible. How’s Yuji?”

“Surprisingly fine for a dumbass that skateboarded off a roof.”

“It was worth it,” Yuji called out in the background. 

“And Choso?”

“Incredibly stressed thanks to his stupid brother. He tried to steal a pillow from another patient because it looked softer.”

“I didn’t steal it. I asked for it,” you heard Choso argue.

“Well it sounds like you have your hands full.”

“We saw Suguru’s interview on the tv in the waiting room. I hate that he hasn’t gone bald yet.”

You chuckled. “I caught the end of it.”

“Oh no. You’re home alone.”

“So?”

“No! I feel awful. We were supposed to spend the night luring men in with your feminine wiles.”

“Excuse me? I agreed to drinks. Not to picking up depressed divorcees.”

“You are a depressed divorcee.”

“I am not depressed. I promise. It’s just a night at home. I’m hardly a hermit.”

“What about Shoko and Utahime?”

“Both working late tonight.”

“Kusakabe?” 

“That would make me depressed. Look, seriously, I’m fine Yuki.”

“I still hate him,” she muttered. 

“Well I don’t, honestly. We’re in a pretty good place, all things considered. It’s been three years already. You don’t have to hate him for me.”

“Fine. I’ll try to stop imagining him in pain.”

“Thank you.” 

Your phone beeped with another incoming call. 

“I’ve got to go. That’s my food on the other line.”

“Okay. And drinks next week for sure.”

You smiled. 

“Sounds good.”

You hung up and picked up the other call.

“Hello?”

~

“So how bad was I up there?” Suguru asked from across the table.

He’d taken the twins out to a nearby ramen shop.

“You were great Dad,” Mimiko commended.

“What did your agent say?” Nanako asked.

“She said I wasn’t terrible. Which is good enough for the producers.”

“When do you leave for New York again?” Mimiko asked. 

“The end of the month. Then I can do the late night schtick all over again.”

Nanako batted her lashes. “And we still get to go right?”

“Of course. We’re going to the Met for Mimiko and Tiffany’s for you. 

“Can I get new earrings to go with my charm bracelet?” Nanako squealed. 

“Whatever you want, angel.”

“Thanks for taking us,” Mimiko chimed.

“You two deserve it with how hard you’ve been working in school.”

He had attended both his daughter's parent teacher conferences with you a few weeks prior, and was met with positive feedback both academically and socially. After the divorce he worried that the two of them would fall behind and withdraw, but they both seemed happy. And that was all that mattered to him. 

After the waiter delivered their food Nanako inquired about something. 

“Dad? You know how Takaba asked about Manami earlier? You aren’t actually dating right?”

“Of course not. Some paparazzi took a picture of us reading lines at a cafe. That’s it.”

She smiled and nodded in relief. “Okay.”

~

Hiromi made his final note on the last document in the pile on his desk. 

With a sigh he dropped his pen and leaned back in his chair. 

He was exhausted. 

Maybe Shimizu had a point, but he was tired of hearing about it. 

From her, Takagi, his parents. 

He knew he needed to slow down, but something in him always nagged. He’d been like that ever since he was a child, not being able to rest until everything was done. And as defense attorney things were never done. 

Maybe if someone waved a wand and made all the crime in Tokyo disappear he’d be able to have a life. Use the kitchen he’s never cooked in, sleep past 5:30, and maybe even see someone. 

Yes, he despised setups but it was embarrassing how long it had been since he’d been out with someone. His schedule wouldn’t permit a relationship and while he’d never say it out loud he needed more than his right hand at three in the morning. 

Hiromi shook his head and stood up. 

He was spiraling and he wouldn’t allow that. He’d just keep doing what he was doing.

~

The restaurant called to inform you your order would take another two hours to be delivered with how backed up they were, given it was a Friday night. 

You couldn’t wait another two hours for food, your stomach felt as empty as Capone's vaults. 

So you opted to walk the six blocks to the restaurant and pick up your order yourself. 

On the way home you remembered Nanako saying she wanted more hershey kisses for the candy bowl on the coffee table, the kind with white creme. 

Since you were out you popped into the convenience store to retrieve a small bag. You greeted the cashier and retreated to the candy aisle. Once you found the kisses you turned to leave, accidentally slamming into someone.

~

Hiromi stared at the contents of his shopping basket. A cup of noodles, a pack of razor blades, and an RC Cola. 

He didn’t even know they still sold RC Cola. 

Maybe they didn’t and he was about to end up in the ER getting his stomach pumped, but he was too exhausted to care. He just wanted to pay for his stuff and leave. He scooted down the aisle, abruptly halting when he saw a box of fig newtons and picking it up. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he had a cookie. 

Hiromi failed to notice you hunched down retrieving the candy, and you hadn’t heard him approach. So you accidentally walked into him, causing him to drop the box in his hand.

~

You looked up to meet the eyes of the stranger you bumped into, the box they held now laying at your feet. 

“I’m so sorry.”

You cursed yourself for being such a klutz. Of course this would happen to you today. 

He shook his head and picked them up. “It’s fine.”

“Are they alright?” you asked. “Not broken?”

He turned the box over. “It wouldn’t matter. They expired a month ago.”

You chuckled despite yourself. “But I really am sorry. I should have watched where I was going.”

He placed the cookies back on the shelf. “Consider it forgotten.”

You glanced down at the contents of his basket. “I didn’t even know they still sold RC Cola.”

“If the cookies are anything to go off of they probably don’t.”

You gave him a friendly smile. “Well I should be going. Good night.”

You walked towards the cashier with your candy.

Hiromi felt something unfamiliar tug at his chest. Something that urged him to walk up to you and ask you who you were. But he did no such thing. 

He just thought about it. 

He thought about it after you left the store and when he laid in his bed later that night. 

Your pretty face and kind smile.

~ 

You contemplated turning around when you exited the store and introducing yourself to the handsome stranger you had bumped into. But you decided against it, after getting cold feet, and just walked home.

~

You and Shoko managed to get away for lunch at a small cafe not too far from the hospital, your usual spot. You took the opportunity to fill her in on the mystery man from the convenience store. 

“Why didn’t you ask him out?” Ieiri asked.

You set your coffee down with a sigh. “I couldn’t have done that.”

“Because,” she prodded.

“I don’t even know if he was interested.”

“You’re pathetic,” she mumbled.

“Excuse me?” you gasped.

“(Name) it’s been three years since your divorce. Suguru’s been dating. So why can’t you? Just something casual.”

“Because Ieiri. I’m not interested in dating,” you painfully admitted. “I want a relationship. I don’t want something casual.”

You kissed your teeth at your confession. “God I’m pathetic.”

“No,” Ieiri assured you, reaching out across the table to take your hand. “You’re not.”

“I’m just…so scared of starting over again.”

The subject was dropped and the two of you resumed eating. 

~

Shimizu practically had to drag Hiromi to Takagi’s cafe. 

“We still have a ton of work to do,” he argued.

“Well we have to eat.”

So the two of them walked inside and sat down. Takagi gave them a wave and headed over. 

Despite being a lawyer she had to run this business to live comfortably. The field of law the three of them were in was far from lucrative. Hiromi’s cramped apartment was reflective of that.

 He glanced around and froze in surprise. 

It was you. 

The woman from the convenience store. 

Here. 

Shimizu noticed her associate staring at something. 

She followed his train of vision and spotted you. “Do you know her?”

He quickly peeled his eyes off of you, not wanting to appear like a stalker. 

“No,” he smoothly delivered. 

Takagi approached them with their usual orders. Black coffee for Hiromi and a vanilla latte for Shimizu. 

“What’s going on?” she asked. 

“Hiromi’s ogling that woman,” Shimizu informed her.

“I wasn’t ogling anyone.”

“Who?” Takagi asked. 

“No one,” Hiromi enunciated. 

“Wait. The one with the birthmark or the other one?”

He sighed. “The other one okay?” I met her in the convenience store a few days ago and I recognized her.”

Shimizu smirked. 

“Why do you have that goofy look on your face?” 

“I don’t have a look.”

Takagi took the spare seat next to Hiromi and filled in Shimizu. “That’s (Name)(l/n). She’s a surgeon at the hospital down the street.”

Takagi was the kind of business owner that took the time to get to know her regulars. It made for good gossip after hours.

Shimizu leaned forward. “How have we never seen her before?”

“They usually come in earlier and get their stuff to go. I guess she must not be as busy today.”

“So is she…involved?” Shimizu prodded.

“Shimizu,” Hiromi warned.

“Well listen to this,” Takagi interjected. “She’s divorced. You know Suguru Geto?”

Shimizu held back a scream. “The movie star? That’s his ex?”

“They split three years ago.”

Shimizu turned to her associate. “Hiromi, Suguru Geto’s this big actor-”

“I know,” he interjected. “I’ve been to the movies. I don’t live under a rock.”

“It’s all so perfect. You have to ask her out.”

“What? How do you figure that?”

“She’s gorgeous, smart, and you were definitely ogling her earlier.”

“You should Hiromi,” Takagi encouraged. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Are you kidding me? Her ex is on the cover of every magazine and last night for dinner I had an expired can of RC Cola.”

“They still make RC Cola?” Takagi asked. 

“C’mon Hiromi,” Shimizu insisted. “You have to admit she’s attractive.”

“Well yeah but-”

“And it’s been a long time since you’ve dated anyone,” Takagi chimed in. 

Hiromi looked back at you. You were undeniably as beautiful in the daylight as you were in the dull hue of the convenience store. He turned back to Takagi and Shimizu, both with hopeful expressions. 

~

After retrieving something from the bar, Takagi approached your table. 

“How was everything ladies?”

“Delicious as usual Takagi,” you commended. “Before we leave, can I get two pieces of the chocolate cake to go? The girls will kill me if I don’t bring something home for them.”

“Of course.”

She placed a coffee cup in front of you.

Ieiri furrowed her brow in confusion. “I don’t think we ordered that Takagi.”

“Actually,” she explained. “This is compliments of the gentleman sitting over there.”

She gestured to the corner of the room and you looked over to find none other than the handsome stranger from the convenience store. 

You gasped in surprise. “That’s the guy I was telling you about.”

Your friend just smirked. “He seems pretty interested to me (Name).

She looked over to Takagi who resisted the urge to share a thumbs up with Shimizu.

“I’ll take care of the bill. The cake too.” 

Ieiri reached out to pat your hand. “I’ve got to head back to the hospital.”

“Ieiri-,” you started. 

“Call me later.”

~

Hiromi was going to throw up. 

You were coming towards him, with the coffee cup he paid for. Most likely to throw it in his face. 

You probably thought he was a stalker or some asshole that felt entitled to your time because he bought you coffee. 

But you didn’t look mad. 

You looked nervous, slightly more than he did. 

“Hello stranger,” you greeted with a smile.

He let out something between a cough and a laugh. “I’m not sure if you remember me but-”

You nodded. “I remember you…”

“Hiromi,” he quickly filled you in. “Hiromi Higuruma.”

“I’m (f/n)(l/n).”

Shimizu cleared her throat. 

“And this is Shimizu, my legal associate.”

You shook her hand. “Lovely to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

She retracted her hand and collected her purse. 

“I’m just going to slip into the powder room, excuse me.”

After she left you pointed to the empty chair. 

“May I?”

“Please,” he insisted. 

You sat down and gave him a warm smile. “I’m sorry about this. Takagi pointed you out and-”

“It’s fine,” you assured him. “I just can’t believe what a coincidence this all is.”

“I got you a latte with cinnamon. I hope that’s okay.”

“That’s perfect. So you’re a lawyer?”

He nodded. “Public defender. And Takagi told me you’re a surgeon.”

“I am, a neurosurgeon more specifically.”

“So you’d like to be referred to as Dr. (l/n)?”

You shook your head. “(Name) is perfectly fine.”

In better lighting you could more easily admire his handsome features, sunken eyes and prominent nose. He was certainly attractive. 

“So,” he continued. “I hope I’m not being too forward. But I- I was wondering if maybe-”

“Hiromi,” you interjected. “Would you like to get dinner sometime?”

 He looked as surprised as you felt. Why did you say that? You were attracted to him. Maybe this was the push you needed to dive into the dating pool.

He quickly recovered and nodded. 

“Yes, I’d love to. But please don’t feel pressured.”

“It’ll be fun. Unless you feel pressured.

“Definitely not.”

“After all I could be a serial killer luring you into my trap.”

He smirked. “Well my job makes me pretty good at detecting those.”

You plucked a business card out of your purse. 

“Call me, Mr. Higuruma.”

“Hiromi,” he said. “Just Hiromi.”

“Hiromi.”

~

The End. 

[noroi1000]

Can I do a request for the Nyan series. I had this idea where Both Gojo and Geto would notice that y/n is feeling down maybe a little depressed because a close friend of hers found out about her relationship with Gojo and Geto. And that person spread rumors about her to other people and would judge her and make her feel bad. Geto and Gojo decided to take her out on a date in the town on her free day, like going to the mall or it can be whatever type of date you want to write. While that date she accidentally bumps into that friend and starts judging her. Geto and Gojo weren’t there at the moment but they somehow secretly heard their conversation and decided to get some revenge on the friend and this part you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to but can it end with nswf scene I think that’s how you write it but I think you get what I’m saying. Also the friend is not Yuki the coworker, can it be someone else please, sorry for bothering you with this request.

Nyan X

a/n: I finally shared this...

Warnings: A Little abusing, Smut

When you entered the house, the first thing you felt was the soft fur against your legs.

When you looked down, you saw a large white, fluffy cat purring against your legs.

It was cute, but you didn't feel like saying hello either.

You honestly wanted to be alone right now. You didn't feel very comfortable just thinking about talking to someone...

You just want to relax after a hard time at work.

After all, it's not often that a close friend starts spreading rumors about you...

And that's something else...

If Yuki hadn't been asking you what it was about, you wouldn't have known about it. And besides, he was one of the people who sided with you. Because he believes what she said isn't true.

Closing the door, you moved your leg away from the soft fur. Even though Satoru was still hugging you.

He liked being a cat so much... You were surprised that he likes life as your fluffy pet. After all, as a cat, he was so cute.

You looked at Suguru who was sitting on a chair, phone in hand.

He smiled in your direction.

"I'm glad you're back. I was going to cook-"

You cut him off by raising your hand slightly.

"Thanks Suguru, but I don't feel like doing anything." You said, messily putting all your things on the cupboard.

Satoru wrapped himself around your leg.

You looked at his happy face. He let out a cheerful meow.

"I'm sorry, Satoru... I want to rest for a while..." you said as you bent down and moved the cat away from your legs with your hand.

You walked towards the bedroom.

"Satoru, I want to be alone..." you said as you saw a white fluff follow you.

He stopped as you slowly closed the door.

When you didn't come out for the next few minutes or call them, Gojo turned into a human, leaving the ears and tail of a cat.

Geto watched as his friend's tail gently wagged the tip of tail from side to side as Gojo crouched on the floor towards the bedroom door.

"Something's not right here..." The white-haired man said.

"It's normal that something is wrong here. She never acts like this." Geto answered him.

"But she always greeted us nice when she came home. And when she was tired, we went to bed with her!" he said with a sad voice.

"You're acting like a spoiled cat..." the dark-haired one muttered.

"Because I'm a spoiled cat..." he replied. "I like the love she gives us. It's the same with you. When she doesn't give it to us, I feel bad... Don't you think we should check what's going on?"

"... well... She looks very depressed. Something must have happened to her at work..."

"If it's because of that asshole who used to stay in our house, I'll kill him..."

"No. It's not him... Notice that he cared about how she felt. So it's not his fault. Something else must have happened..."

"Can we comfort her somehow?"

"I'll make something to eat, maybe we'll spend time at home... You know, together. To cheer her up somehow."

Gojo suddenly stood up, his tail wagging in all directions.

"Make it all up, and I'll try to make her laugh and cheer her up for a start!" he said cheerfully.

"How are you going to do that?"

"First of all, you walk around the house like me, with cat ears and tail. Secondly, I bought a watermelon, and in the cardboard box of paper supplies, in addition to paper clips, I found rubber bands."

"Are you going to—"

"Oh yeah..." he smiled.

_____

Lying on the bed and scrolling through videos of cats you wanted to get rid of the depressing feeling that lingered in your chest.

However, even the sight of cute kittens didn't help you...

Unfortunately...

Have you thought about getting some sleep?

Even though you came home much earlier than usual today, you were tired.

You told your boss at 2pm that you weren't feeling well and asked if you could go home.

That's why you came back.

You didn't feel good, but mentally.

You weren't sick or in pain.

However, your psyche made you want to be alone.

People have said things about you that aren't true...

You can't afford the rent and you're fucking two guys for money?

Are you so desperate for anyone to love you that you do everything for them, even if they don't look like you?

And even if they are there first, then they magically disappear and are nowhere to be found. And yet it is difficult to overlook two handsome, very tall men. You're still chasing them.

She laughed that they run away when they disappear, but you still manage to find them...

That you went crazy and bought yourself two cats that have people's names and look identical to those guys?

What some people started saying about you was hurtful.

It all depressed you.

None of this is true, but if you deny it, people won't believe you anyway... On the contrary. When you start to deny it, they will think even more that it's true, since you are screaming so panic that it's a lie.

There's nothing you can do about it...

You just want to lie in bed...

Your plans were interrupted by something that ripped the quilt off of you.

Before you could say anything, or even see what it was, you were picked up.

You wrapped your arms around his strong neck, not even thinking which one of your boys it was.

"Leave me alone..." you mumbled holding on to him.

"You must see something. Satoru has gone crazy."

You heard Suguru's voice. So he took you out of bed...

He kicked the door open as he gently held your legs and back.

And when you saw Satoru sitting on the floor, his tail wagging cutely, your eyes widened.

You quickly got out of the dark haired man's hands and walked over to the white haired one.

"Satoru, what are you-?!" you groaned looking at the watermelon.

"Hey baby~." He turned to you with a smile.

The watermelon around it had a lot of rubber bands on the rind. The large fruit was almost contorted, and it was sure to explode...

You put your hand on his shoulder, stopping him from putting more rubber bands on the fruit.

You crouched next to him, but in the same time he managed to put several rubber bands on the watermelon.

You heard the fruit crackle.

You stood up quickly, and suddenly the watermelon exploded.

Sweet juice splashed on you as Gojo let out a short scream as a piece of watermelon hit him.

You laughed at his expression because it was funny.

But you felt wet juice running down your neck and hands.

Suguru was smiling, Satoru was laughing.

"And what (y/n)? Are we supposed to clean you up somehow?" asked the white-haired man.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he got up and jumped at you, turning into a cat in flight.

You grabbed him and felt a small tongue lick the fruit juice off your arm.

"Stop it! It tickles!" you giggled as he continued to taste the juice on your skin.

Suddenly you felt a hot tongue on your neck from the other side.

You saw that it was Suguru who was "cleaning" you of the juice.

"Does the way we touch you make you feel better?" he asked, leaning forward, showing you his face.

You saw black, sticking ears on his head.

You knew what he meant when you felt his hands grip your hips.

Especially when you saw Satoru's knowing look towards Suguru.

"Let us clean you up."

Your breath trembled as you felt Satoru's length dig into your pussy. Your legs were wrapped around his hips and his fluffy white tail was wrapped around your calf.

You cuddled up to him while he was standing in the shower so as not to get watermelon juice on the bed.

That's why you were supposed to fuck in the shower.

Your skin was sticky, but they didn't mind.

That's why as quickly as it was, Satoru's dick disappeared inside you.

And behind you was Suguru who was moving his lube-covered fingers on your ass as well as inside.

The unpleasant feeling was unbearable as Suguru prepared you like this.

However, one thing has puzzled you...

"Why do you always have to fuck me in the ass too?" You asked quietly.

It's not like you didn't like double penetration with them. Especially since they got you used to it. But you wondered why you still had to do this.

"Because when one of us is fucking your sweet pussy, you can't focus on sucking the other's cock." Satoru said with a smile as he kissed your lips. "And that way we can both fuck you as much as we want, and you can distract yourself for as long as you want."

"Right..." You groaned as you cuddled closer to him.

You hissed as Suguru squeezed more lube onto his fingers and poured the cold, slippery liquid into you, pushing his fingers in.

"I think that's enough." He said rubbing the last of the slipperiness left on his fingers down his length. "How are you feeling?"

He placed his hand on your ass, placing his heavy cock against your ass.

"I'm fine. And I'm ready..." You groaned as you pushed your ass back slightly to give him better access.

And the easier it pushes inside, the faster the discomfort will disappear and the pleasure will appear.

Pointing the tip to your hole, he slowly pushed it inside, effortlessly. And he began to slowly push himself to the end.

Feeling the pressure of your warm walls, so much pressure, also pressing against his friend's penis separated from him by a thin wall of your body inside.

As his hips touched your buttocks all the way, you felt his black tail glide over your thigh.

You bit your lip as Satoru moved you on him, making you move on Geto as well.

Just as you had to hold on to keep from falling, they both moved, hitting your body with their hips. Expanding your insides.

Your ass felt weird, but it felt good. So is your inside, which was abused by Satoru. It was something that cannot be described.

And when they were both inside, they both stuffed each other's cocks.

The tightness that was in you made Satoru keep touching his G-spot. And also Suguru clinging so much to every inch.

You know what it's like when they're backwards in you. Satoru behind you and Suguru in front. Even though their dicks are a bit different, you don't know which one you like the most...

Satoru's cock is a little longer but thinner. There are a few veins on a nice length when the tip is pink.

Suguru is shorter, but still long... and wide. The wiry and wide tip has a deep pink color.

And such differences do not mean that the feelings are the same.

Suguru stretches you out more and satoru hits you deeper.

Even though taking one at first is a challenge for you. Taking both at once is an even more difficult task for you.

Their width and length exceed the average.

Even though they've already told you a few times that their dicks are a little above proportion to their body size.

But they are out of proportion to your body...

They stretch you like you've never been stretched.

And it doesn't seem like the tightness of your walls bothers them.

"Suguru... Are you going to cum...?" Satoru said breathlessly. Smiling.

"Shut up... Her ass is tight..." he snarled, slamming his hips a little faster.

"Just like pussy... You can feel it, can't you? When our little girl is about to cum..."

Closing your eyes, you put your mouth on Satoru's shoulder, suppressing your moans into grunts.

"Don't come inside her. We're still supposed to go on a date..." he grunted breathlessly as his hips involuntarily pushed into yours, forcing his entire length inside you.

You felt him move closer and place his chest against your back. Pushing his hips into your ass. Staying in one place.

He shuddered with a moan, both of your holes tightening.

As your pussy sucked Satoru's length, your ass was pulsating. Sending the dark-haired over the border.

With a wet sound, he stretched out and, stroking its base, placed the tip on your buttocks, covering your back with dripping cum.

Satoru wasn't behind, and he steered his hips so that his length would fall out of you.

With one hand, he guided his cock between his stomach and yours, and gently moved your body. Cum covering you all over your belly.

You felt a light tap on your ass that stopped you from shivering from exhaustion.

As Satoru dropped your legs slowly onto the shower floor, she looked down at your stomach. Shiny in white.

"Ew... Satoru..." You groaned as you watched the amount run down your body.

"What? It's the same on your back..." he laughed.

You looked at Suguru and then at his semi-soft, floppy penis that was glistening.

He shrugged with a smile.

And suddenly turned on the hot water.

"We will wash you. We're going right now."

"Where, Suguru?"

"On a date."

You thought going shopping with them after something like that was a bad idea.

Especially since you thought you wouldn't be able to walk normally.

However, you were relaxed. Despite the very slight pain in your ass and between your legs, everything was fine.

They took you shopping in clothes shops, then to shops with various food and also accessories for the home and for people.

The sex shop Satoru wanted to go to didn't work out.

You have new sexy lingerie and something else Satoru won't tell you about.

But you guess that thing is the cat maid outfit he was looking at...

You ate something, went to the cinema which is in the shopping mall, and to the arcade.

Finally, when passing by the ice cream stand where you stopped, your mood soured again. Because you saw your friend from work pass by... That one...

You were sitting on a bench near the booth while they both bought snacks.

Satoru went for ice cream and Suguru went for Yakitori.

You hoped she wouldn't notice you, but you were wrong.

On your head was a cute clip that Suguru got for you. Because to Him, you looked cute in it.

When they weren't there, you listened to her abuse you. What hurt you more than anything else was the question of what you had to do to get them to give you that. After all, it wasn't possible for them to give you gifts and love you. After all, when you stand next to them, you stand out so much. And that you're not pretty enough to have two handsome men next to you. People often judged you. But never like this. You did something wrong, you made a mistake. But now she's judging you by not being enough for them. That now they're gone and won't come back because they ran away from you. That all they can see in you is an opportunity to have sex.

They do love you...

But she said it in such a way that you felt bad.

And your smile that they put on your face faded...

So much you thought you could believe it. You didn't answer at all. You wanted to ignore her. But you took the hairpin off your hair anyway. Putting a nice thing in your pocket.

You didn't know they were there, and they heard it.

And when they sat next to you on the bench moments later, you ignored the fact that one of them was holding delicious-smelling food on sticks for three people, and the other three ice cream cones in your favorite flavors.

You just put the side of your face on the side of Suguru's chest, and tried not to cry. As tears slowly filled your eyes.

You didn't answer when they asked if you were okay.

You just hid your face in his clothes, trying to convince you even more that what she was saying wasn't true.

Even though you know it, it still hurts.

That someone judges you like that. That she challenges you and destroys your reputation...

You guessed they had heard all that when Satoru gently laid his head on your shoulder, tenderly kissing the side of your head. Especially when he said anything:

"Will you feel better if we do something about it?"

When you felt Suguru's fingers wipe away the tears that accumulated in your eyes, you relaxed slightly.

After all, they are always with you.

You nodded at them.

They wordlessly got up, hugging you again.

Satoru handed you three scoops of ice cream and Suguru placed the Yakitori on some tissues next to you.

They went in one direction.

Fifteen minutes later they returned.

They hugged you and Satoru gave you a plush, very soft panda.

They took a hairpin out of your pocket and put it in your hair.

They showed you so much affection. They spoke sweet words to you.

And in the end they assured you that she won't say anything to you anymore because her reputation is already completely destroyed.

At the gym she went to, they switched slates. Where there were showers and men's changing rooms, they pinned it as a women's changing room.

She went in there in just a towel after her bath, and they closed the door. That's all they did.

It wasn't their fault that one of the guys there recorded it and posted it on social media.

Besides, no one knows what was going on in that dressing room while she was there...

[v4mpre98]

·.༄࿔ Geometry Class

Female Suguru Geto x Female reader

Summary: Geto has the fattest crush on you and everyone knew except you.

Genre: Fluff, romance, slight angst,

Author note: First fanfic so don’t mind any grammar mistake or error

A Friday afternoon 1:34, heading to geometry is the worst after not studying for the test at all. I cursed my self for not studying one bit.

I signed while coming inside and walking toward my seat.

That’s when I saw her sitting next to my seat. Suguru Geto the smartest girl in geometry. “Maybe I won’t fail the test if I ask her for some answers” as I thought to myself.

“Heyyy Getooo!!” As I said while waving at her. She jumped a little but she wave back and turn her head to the other side. I could’ve sworn she was blushing.. “So adorable” I thought.

“Sorry if I startled you” I uttered. She hummed while nodding. “So do you mind if uhhh if maybe I can get some answers”…

My heart begun to beat fast thinking she might say no. “Sure.” She spat out. I was a little surprised but I wasn’t complaining. “Thanks your the best!” I said while smiling. That’s when the teacher came in and yelled at everyone to be quiet and get prepared for the test. I groaned but, I did what I was told and listen.

5 minutes into the test and nothing filled out. “I’m screwed” I thought. A pencil tapped and I looked to my left direction. And it was her showing some of the answers.

I began to copy the answers and fill out the sections. I looked at her and whispered “Thank you.” While smiling. She smiled a little back.

After everyone gave their test. 2:28 the bell rang and everyone packed and left for their next class. I waved at Geto and walked away until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned my head and saw her with a note. “Please take it.” Is all she said and quickly walked out.

I was quite confused but I shrugged it off and walked out too. That’s when I saw him with her.. Gojo and his new girlfriend. Our relationship ended 3 months ago since I saw multiple girls on his phone.

It hurt but, I had to do what was done and broke up with him. I started to speed walk to my class since it was right there. That’s when I saw him starring at me and hugged his new girlfriend while smirking. I was shock, pissed, and disgusted at the same time.

I could feel tears forming but refused to let them rolled down my cheeks.

Time went by it was end of the period and I had 10 minute of free time before class ends. Bored out of my mind I put my head down until my friend Yuki grabbed the note out of my pocket.

“Woah..” she said. I quickly snatch the note back and scolded her to not do that again. “So are you guys official?”

My eyes widen a little and blush formed around my face. “Huh”! I yelled and everyone looked. I blushed even more out of embarrassment and I looked to the other side.

As I read the note I was dumbfounded. It was a love note!! I thought it was just some random answer or whatever that wasn’t serious.

“Oh shit I have to find her” I said. “Go for it she had liked you for the longest I known since ninth grade.” Yuki implied. At this point you were about to explode, you are in the 11th grade now. So it three years since she liked you.

The bell rang and you quickly said bye to Yuki and ran to find where Geto was. You had also liked her but, since Gojo asked you out of the blue you stopped.

That’s when you saw her putting her stuff away in her locker. You ran up to her catching her off guard and hugged. She hugged back while leaning on your shoulder. “So does this mean we are official now?” She questioned.

“Yes a million of yes”! I said. She smiled and grabbed my stuff and put it in her locker. Breaking the silence I asked “do you wanna walk together since we live close by each other Geto?”

“You can call me Suguru” she implied. “Let’s walk together at home Suguru” I said. She smiled and nodded.