#shoko: not to be dramatic or anything but i would die for you

[levenlike11]

a little lovesick satoru drabble after that horrible suna one, i really hope this is better.

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"oh god, here he comes." shoko sighs as gojo is nearing you, geto following close behind. you look over your shoulder and quickly turn back when you see the white haired, extremely annoying male.

"y/n-channn!!" gojo sings and throws himself on you, giving you not an inch of space to breathe with how he pushes his head and hair on your nose.

"hello satoru," you push him but fail to make him move so you pull his hair.

"OUCH! why would you do that to meee!?" gojo whines and stands up, turning around to look at geto who's grinning, amused by the situation.

"don't laugh at me! i'm suffering here." he pouts and shoko lets out the laugh she had been holding in.

"it couldn't have possibly hurt that much. stop overreacting." you say which only seems to make him sadder.

"now you announce me a drama queen, how will my heart ever recover?" he raises his hand to cover his face dramatically, contradicting himself. he never misses to give you an oscar worthy acting, so talented they would hire him to play in a shakespeare theater if he applied.

"you'll be fine." you mutter and open your book again, mumbling a curse under your breath when you realise you lost the page you were on.

"see, now i have to go through all the book to find my page." you sigh but gojo doesn't seem to care, still busy whining about how rude you are towards him.

"you never act this way with shoko, or geto. he's much less handsome than me- no offense bro." he turns at geto, who doesn't seem to mind the comment enough to argue back. it's just gojo and his usual dramatic-ness after all.

"because shoko is my best friend and geto is a really nice guy, who is definitely more handsome than you by the way." satoru quite literally throws himself on the ground after hearing those words come out of your mouth.

"i'd rather die than hear those words again coming from the love of my life." he closes his eyes. he looks like the people playing dead to fool a bear.

"i told you to stop calling me that, and it's the truth, he's much much more handsome, and cool, and strong.." you start counting but gojo cuts you off.

"i'm gojo satoru, mind you! the one with six eyes and stuff you know. i'm literally the coolest and the strongest."

"this is why they don't like you back." shoko chuckles and you sigh, putting your book down again. he doesn't look like he'll let you read at all.

"gojo-" "satoru, please. i want my love to call me by my name." "i am not your love, satoru, please leave me alone. i already told you i don't like you." he has called you a sadist multiple times. even 'the cruelest person on earth'.

"you do, actually." he smirks, "you looooove me. how could you not?"

"i currently do not feel anything positive towards you. i might start hating you if you don't get up soon." you'd be surprised how quickly he gets up after that.

"no, please don't! we still have to marry and buy a house with pets and raise kids together-" he gets on his knees and hugs your legs in front of him.

"slow down satoru, we don't even date yet." you laugh at this antics. he's the most stubborn person you've ever met, dedicated to get you to like him romantically. it's not like you really hate him, you sometimes even think you might like him back. just a little bit. but it's fun seeing him like this, so desperate for you. (it makes you feel nice.)

"yet?!" he springs up, grinning from ear to ear. "so we might date in the future?"

"not if you keep doing this."

"what if i take you out to dinner?" you act like you're thinking about it.

"maybe if you also take me to the bookstore later and buy me ice cream."

"GETO, DID YOU HEAR Y/N? we might go on a date!" he jumps on geto, hugging him tight. shoko and you are practically dying of laughter at this point.

"get off of me." geto pushes him away but also smiling, seeing how excited satoru is and happy since two of his close friends are finally about to get together. he's also glad he doesn't have to suffer while watching these moments on first row with shoko. (they don't know it'll be much worse and annoying after you start dating though.)

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[haeryna]

first time that i called you mine (that wasted summer) ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☀︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ

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summary: suguru figures out he loves you the summer when you're both fifteen. satoru calls you his a few months after. when you finally realize it, there's nothing left to call yours. ↪ a continuation of this drabble

tw: angst, referenced abandonment, homophobia, implied mild sexual content, reader calls satoru a manwhore (affectionate), swearing, the author loves parentheses a concerningly large amount, not proofread teehee

notes: title taken from loote's wasted summer. reader is a teenager, along with satoru, suguru, and shoko. banner from @/cafekitsune

Suguru is only six years old when he falls in love with you.

At first, it was entirely childish. When he saw you for the first time, tears streaming down your cheeks by the creek he'd explore with Satoru, he liked feeling needed. He liked how you'd clung to him so desperately, and selfishly, he liked having something he didn't share with Satoru.

(He should have known that whatever was Suguru's inevitably also became Satoru's)

He knew he loved you when you were eight, bravely defending Satoru from a group of bratty kids who were calling him slurs before Satoru had even knew what love was. He knew he loved you when you were twelve and crying for him when Suguru got into his first fist fight, sniffling as you patched up the bloody scrapes after.

But this was different.

"Sugu, sit still!" you hissed, as he squirmed uncomfortably on the lumpy sofa that resided in his basement. You were fifteen, and tired of Suguru complaining about how the nearest piercer was a two hour drive away. In one hand you brandished a piercing gun; in your other, the piercings that were meant to go into his earlobes. Besides you, Satoru gleefully filmed Suguru's discomfort.

"Are you sure that's sanitary? Why are we doing this because you're bored, can't you experiment on Satoru first?" Suguru shot back, leaning away from the piercing gun.

"You're such a big baby, you've been complaining about your empty earlobes for months now. You literally came with me to buy the piercing gun, which cost me my whole allowance by the way, so sit still. And it's summer break, so if you're going to do something dramatic to your appearance, you have to do it now." Before he could stop you, you determinedly swung your leg up and over, lightly straddling his lap.

Suguru realized several critical things as he registered your weight sinking into him.

You smelled like the meadows you'd roamed as kids, mixed with the smell of cigarette smoke (Shoko had convinced him to take up smoking with her) and burnt sugar (Satoru's failed attempt at some monstrosity that still sat smoking in Suguru's kitchen). You smelled like them, he realized. Like a mix of the people who loved you.

You were pretty. He'd always known that, but now, with the heat of your body pressed against his, he didn't realize how somewhere along the way you'd grown into your gangly limbs and the clothes you complained were a few sizes too large.

These two realizations were combined with the fact that he was a boy, a teenaged boy, and you were so close that his heart was going to burst. You smelled like flowers, smoke, and sugar, you smelled like him, like you could be his, and if you moved an inch lower you would know that the Suguru you always came to for comfort was just another boy, and he couldn't bear it. He would rather die than lose you, he would do anything just to have you, he wanted, he wanted, he wanted-

"Yay, all done!" Effortlessly you slid right off his lap as fast as you'd hopped on it, and it was then he realized his earlobes were stinging. In the time he'd spent dazedly staring at you, you'd pierced his ears.

Satoru snickered, still holding his phone obnoxiously close to Suguru's face. "He looks like he's in shock. Hey, if I get a piercing, would you straddle me like that too? You'll make me jealous, you know."

As the two of you bickered in the background, Suguru couldn't help but swallow shakily, lightly pressing his fingertips to the round black earrings you'd picked out for him.

"I love it," he says quietly. "Thank you."

(I love you, is what he meant to say, but you didn't understand because you merely shot him a smug smile before berating Satoru for being a "manwhore, Satoru, I'm not like your groupies at school, go get one of them to pierce your ears for you if you want one so bad!")

Suguru has always known he's loved you, but that summer, he knew he loved you.

Where Suguru goes, Satoru follows. It's only inevitable that he'd realize he was in love with you too. Despite his easygoing nature and flirtatious charms, there's a critical difference between Suguru and Satoru. Satoru gets possessive, a dangerous combination of the spoiled upbringing and how guarded his heart is.

"Who is that?"

Satoru blatantly stares at the boy leaning against your locker. Pettily, he thinks that he's definitely shorter than Satoru, and uglier too. It doesn't seem to matter though, because you're laughing at whatever the he said. As you turn to reach for your books, the hungry look in the boy's eyes make Satoru's fists clench.

"Kenji?" Shoko looks amused when she sees the look in Satoru's eyes. "Isn't he in our English class? He's got a massive crush on her, apparently it's all he talks to his friends about."

Satoru grits his teeth. "Oh, does he?"

He can't quite explain the burning, insidious feeling that forms in his chest. What could've possibly been so funny to make you laugh like that? The smiles you're giving him, why didn't you give those to Satoru too?

The boy, Kenji, reaches over to your face, looking as though he's going to tuck a loose strand of hair around your ear. Something inside of Satoru snaps. He stalks over, ignoring Shoko's snicker, calling your name loudly and abruptly.

"There you are!"

You turn, surprised, as Kenji's hand drops away, his lovesick smile turning into something that looks something similar to fear. "'Toru, where were you? Suguru said he needed to stay in during lunch for a club, but I couldn't find you when I waited outside your classroom."

Satoru's heart lurches traitorously inside his chest, and before he can stop himself, he latches onto your wrist, tugging you towards him. "Don't scare me like that," he murmurs, cradling you firmly in his arms. "Shoko and I couldn't find you, it made me worried."

You peer up at him, clueless to the long forgotten boy fuming behind you. "Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot I left my lunch in my locker." Something in Satoru's chest yearns. Is it because you're so used to his physical affection, his touch, his love, that you don't give him the same starry eyed look as the boy who's still awkwardly waiting by your locker? How can he get you to look like that? How could he make you love him too?

The realization doesn't strike him like he expects, but it feels a bit like finally finding the choreography that fit with the song, the way that he would find a lyric for a song Suguru was attempting to write. It felt like coming home, and reclaiming what was once lost.

Satoru loved you. He has always loved you.

"Let's go," he says, signature smile back on his face, any trace of vulnerability long gone. As he intertwines his fingers with yours, he turns back to see the resigned, frustrated look on Kenji's face.

Just to be an asshole, he tucks your hair behind your ear as you walk away.

You're sixteen when Suguru and Satoru get together. They don't tell you anything. They don't have to. You can see it in the way that Suguru cradles Satoru's face when he falls asleep, affection settling warm in his dark brown eyes. You can see it in the way that Satoru somehow always needs something from Suguru at the precise moment that a girl tries to ask him out. It's in the dark purple marks you can see peaking out from Suguru's collarbone when his shirt slips down an inch, in the way that when Satoru stretches, you can see angry red scratches down his back.

You're sixteen when Satoru's parents find out, shattering the life that you once had. You're sixteen, sitting in Suguru's basement, sobbing as his parents tell you that he's gone. Shoko is saying something to you, but everything feels muffled and hazy, as you let out a choked wail. You know he's gone. The guitar you gave him only a couple months ago, the binder full of music he's composed, even Satoru's clothes that he'd keep in the dresser next to his bed. Every trace of them is gone. You feel as though they took your heart with you.

You're sixteen when Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru leave you, and it's in that moment that you realize you loved them a little too late.

[randomprose]

plans for the future

written for the satosho server weekly prompt: wedding [ao3] set after 221

“Hey,” Shoko calls Satoru’s attention as she pulls off her surgical gloves and he’s getting dressed. “Don’t die.”

“Of course, I won’t. Didn’t I say I’d win?” Satoru scoffs as he pulls down his shirt. “What, you doubtin’ or something?”

Shoko’s check-up is more thorough than usual and her reversed cursed technique practically swept him from head to toe despite Satoru not needing any healing. Not since he got out of the Prison Realm days ago anyway and even then it’s not like he sustained any real damage from being sealed in the box for nineteen days other than severe boredom. But Satoru supposed that’s just a necessary precautionary measure for tomorrow’s fight and Shoko is a pro after all.

“No. It’s just that…” Shoko chews the inside of her cheek, mulling over her words as she leans on her table. Her eyes trained on Satoru still perched on her examination table. “I have plans for us.”

“Oh? And what would those plans be?”

She reaches back to the drawer under her desk for a small back velvet box and casually tosses it in his direction. Satoru deftly catches it, eyes widening when he looks down at what it is.

Whatever thoughts Satoru has when Shoko said she has plans for them goes flying out the window. He opens the box to see what’s inside and—yep this was definitely not one of them. Not even his all-knowing Six Eyes saw this one coming.

“Shoko!” Satoru gasps as the ring glints up at him. “Shoko!”

“What? I’m right here.”

“You’re not serious?!”

“As serious as five hundred thousand yen.” 

“Five hundred thou—You’re seriously not serious?!” 

Shoko, Ieri cheapskate Shoko, whom Satoru has rarely ever seen pay for anything (if at all!) in her life since becoming friends with him, just bought him a five hundred thousand yen engagement ring.

“I can just take it back if you—”

“No!” Satoru turns and raises his arms so the box is out of her reach. “No. You said you have plans for us.”

“I did.” Plans which got derailed because of this whole shit show but, eh, it is what it is. “I do.”

“Slow down, doc. I haven’t even said yes and you’re already saying your I do’s?” Satoru smirks, all too giddy and smug at this sudden development. “A little presumptuous of you, no?”

“Like I said, I can always take it back. Those plans aren’t set in stone anyway.”

Satoru doesn’t rise to her teasing this time, too caught up staring at the ring nestled in blue velvet cushion. It’s a platinum band with six diamonds embedded in it. No doubt customized because the diamonds are the same purple shade as her eyes, which Satoru always said he likes. 

But the best thing about it is that Shoko has infused each diamond with her cursed energy.

Fuck. Dammit. Satoru thinks he’s going to cry.

“You bought me an engagement ring,” Satoru says, soft and reverent. “And you have plans for us.”

“Yes, Gojo, we’ve already established that.” Fuck sakes. He’s holding the damn ring in his hand. “And?”

“Uggghh,” Satoru groans because he’s dramatic and a diva and a goof and Shoko wants to marry his ridiculous ass. “What the hell, man? This is sooo unromantic!” Shoko rolls her eyes and Satoru has to fight tooth and nail so his petulant pout doesn’t turn into a giddy grin. “Like, where’s the build-up? The romance? Dude, you didn’t even get me flowers! And what? You couldn’t even get on one knee and pop the question properly? So unromantic, Shoko. Seriously.”

He’s joking, of course. Satoru knows Shoko doesn’t have the time or the patience or even the imagination (or the stomach) for all that mushy shit. In any case, he doesn’t really care about all of that because he’s already so fucking ecstatic. 

Sure, it’s not his dream proposal exactly, but that’s only because he’s always envisioned it would be somewhere grand and romantic (like Paris or their high school classroom or in spring when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom), and he would be the one going down on one knee (in his best suit with his hair styled slick back for a more devastating effect and a sure ‘yes’) and catching Shoko off guard. 

Then again, Satoru thinks as he looks at Shoko across from him lips quirked in a minuscule smile, the woman has somehow always been three steps ahead of the Six Eyes. 

All in all, Satoru supposes the school infirmary with Shoko saying she has plans for them and beating him to the punch isn’t a bad way to get engaged.

“Tell you what,” Shoko says as she crosses the short distance between them and gently pries the box from his hand. “When you finish the fight and come back alive—that’s a requirement, dumbass, you hear me?—then I’ll propose. Properly. I’ll give you romance and the build-up. I’ll buy you flowers and have a speech. The whole shebang. Hell, I’ll even get down on one knee.”

Because not only is Shoko always three steps ahead of him but she also never ceases to surprise and defy Satoru’s expectations.

“Really?”

“Really. I promise I’ll get down on my knees.” Shoko pockets the velvet box and shoots him a heavy look through long lashes and half-lidded eyes. “In more ways than the one.”

“Oh.” Satoru is slow on the uptake but his eyes follow the way Shoko smirks as she licks and bites her lip and finally gets it. “Oh.”

“Hey! Can we get this thing wrapped up quick?” Satoru shouts after Sukuna amidst the rubble. “I’ve got a proposal to get to!”

“Oh, you’re proposing? How cute.”

“No, I’m getting proposed to,” Satoru says primly, firing another Red. Sukuna is hit but easily regenerates. “But that will only happen after I finish you! So. Chop-chop! Come on!”

“It’s the reverse cursed technique user, isn’t it? Good for you I guess. You couldn’t do better than her,” Sukuna shrugs, getting ready to use Dismantle again. Satoru barely reinforces Limitless at how weirded out he is that he and Sukuna are agreeing on something. “She certainly could do better. My condolences to her though.”

“I know, right?! She’s really great! The best! I’m so—hey! What do you mean by that?!” 

“Hey, uhh so,” Satoru rubs the back of his head sheepishly, sunglasses dipping down his nose as he looks down. “Listen. So, Shoko. She’s—”

“Yeah, I know,” Suguru cuts him off.

“You do?”

“I’ve been watching this whole time, idiot. Of course, I know.”

“Pfft. Creep.”

“You’re the creep.” Suguru shoves him and then smiles. Genuinely. Beatifically. “Congratulations.”

“Yeah. Yeah, thanks. I, uh—” Satoru sniffles, and looks away before thinking ‘fuck it!’ and pulling Suguru into the tightest bear hug they’ve ever shared both in the living and the afterlife. “I wish you could be there, man,” he chokes out.

“Me too,” Suguru answers. His voice breaks at the end and his eyes are shiny when they pull apart. “Take care of each other, yeah?”

“I’ve been trying, but you know how she is, dude! Swear to god she only listens to you,” Satoru grumbles as he rolls his eyes and Suguru chuckles. “Well. I’ll head for North for now.”

“Yeah. You kept her waiting and worried long enough. Good luck with that, man.”

“Tch. Don’t remind me. I’ll be lucky if she still hasn’t changed her mind.”

“She hasn’t,” Suguru assures him, all-knowing. “See you later, Satoru. Tell Shoko I said hi.”

“Yeah. See you later, Suguru.”

Satoru wakes up to the blinding fluorescent light and the familiar sterilized smell of the school's infirmary. 

“Hey,” Shoko comes into his line of vision and Satoru smiles. What a sight for sore eyes. “Welcome back.”

“I’m back,” he croaks as he nuzzles into the palm caressing his face and the familiar curse energy it’s emitting. “I talked to Suguru while I was out. He says hi.”

“You did, huh? Only took him this long to check in on me and he even had to do it with a proxy? Bastard.” Shoko smirks and rolls her eyes in jest. Then her expression softens into a small smile, eyes losing their sharp edges as she looks down at Satoru and runs a hand through his unruly grimy hair. “Scared me there for a second. Thought I went all the trouble to buy a ring for nothing.” 

“I changed my mind.”

“Oh? You talked to Suguru and suddenly you got a change of heart? Tch. Men. Figures.” She still hasn’t let go of him, touch ever soft and gentle as she continues to run healing hands over him, pumping him with her reverse cursed technique and breathing life into him. “That’s fine, I suppose. The ring is still well within the 30-day return period anyway.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. What the hell? You think you’d get out of it that easily? Fat chance, lady. I just…” Satoru takes one of her hands in his. “I don’t want all the trimmings. Just ask me now, Shoko.”

“You sure? Infirmary’s full so we’re in the morgue right now, you know? So. Not very romantic. And neither of us has showered in days and I literally just put you back together. Are you—”

“I don’t care.” Satoru brings her hand up to his lips. “Shoko, I really don’t care.” A giddy smile spreads on his face and is mirrored by her even as she purses her lips to contain it. “Ask me now, Shoko.”

“Tch. So impatient. And to think I made all the reservations and ordered flowers too. I even had a speech typed up and memorized.”

“Oh, shut up. As if you did. Cut to the chase already, Ieiri.”

“Gojo Satoru, I’m giving you a lifetime pass to be a pain in my ass. So,” Shoko gets the velvet box from the pocket of her lab coat, ignores Satoru’s delighted crow of ‘Has that been there the whole time?!’, and smiles when he hears him gasp as she kneels on one knee in the infirmary’s linoleum floors. “Wanna get hitched?"

Satoru thinks about fooling around, of making a quip or two as he is wont to do.

But Shoko is kneeling on one knee and her hands are pink and red stained with his blood as she holds up the ring she had customized and infused with her cursed energy so everyone can know who Satoru belongs to. Her eyes are bloodshot and bruised, evidence of the long hours she spent breathing life back into him. There’s a tired but soft smile on her face, and she is so, so beautiful.

In the end, the only thing that came out of Satoru was a breathy ecstatic, “Yes.”

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notes: satoru's ring | shoko's ring

[ohnococo]

Do you think any of the jjk peeps would be turned off by smokers (cigarettes or weed lol) I think Gojo would tolerate it from friends but not any partners, Ichiji would be constantly concerned by health, shoko would be stealing your cigs to smoke herself and Mei Mei is encouraging it so she can get your assets when you die lol

I think you’re spot on with who you’ve mentioned so far, the Mei Mei one sent me lmao “yes why don’t you go take a little drive and have a cigarette to clear your head… oh? It’s raining? You’ll have to keep the windows up then…” I’m picturing her out here like 😏 every time you light up.

I think Nanami would be bothered as well, if he’s close to you he’ll let you know how he feels about it more than once, otherwise he’s just removing himself from the situation by excusing himself and walking away if you smoke a cigarette around him, even if it’s the middle of a conversation. He kind of thinks it’s inconsiderate.

Shoko is actually bothered, giving you shit about how it’s bad for your health, and how you’re just exhausting because now she has to heal your lungs because they are getting damaged even if you’re not in the midst of realising a few flights of stairs will take you out thanks to your habit. Like you said, she’ll be swiping your cigs to give you less to have when you aren’t with her. Doesn’t stop her from secretly enjoying when you do take a smoke break with her though…

The younger folks aren’t subtle at all with their disdain for the habit. Nobara will loudly cough and hack any time you light up a cigarette, Yuuji will join in for a second before politely asking you to stop for your health (Nobara doesn’t ask so politely).

Choso simply doesn’t understand why you’d do it if it’s bad for you, it actually gets him a little panicked once he learns just how awful they are. He’ll be slapping them out of your hands, or throwing your pack in a pond, begging you to stop. It’s a little dramatic (it’s a LOT dramatic, he will cry).

As for weed I tend to treat attitudes towards it as being a lot more like where I’m from rather than more realistic to how it might be in Japan (meaning, I hc characters as treating it more casually)

That being said, the main person that sticks out to me as having a problem with it is Todo. He looks down on anyone taking any drugs, giving you some speech about how only the weak need to alter their minds or something. He will outright fight Yuuji if he finds out he’s smoked anything at all. (Though his attitude might change after he has an edible for the first time lol man is ZOOTED and loving life)

[missingn000]

[spicysoftsweet]

A Thorn In The Side - Gojo x Reader

Summary: Infatuation enduring from high school is more of a problem than you or he think (~3.4k words).

Warnings: fem pronouns, fem!reader, noncon, kidnapping, yandere, wlw mention, gojo is a pos

A/N: Part of @suedebunn​‘s Hanahaki collab! 

When the strongest jujutsu sorcerer to have ever lived wakes up in the early am with the sensation of thorns scratching his throat and fullness in his stomach, he’s baffled.

Even more so when he doubles over in bed to cough profusely to the point of near emesis, shocking for a man who rarely gets sick. He stares blankly at a pillow covered in droplets of flecks of red, and his eyes widen with trepidation, until he realizes those large drops strewn across his bed come from flowers rather than blood.

He must be dreaming, Gojo Satoru tells himself, but the satiny feel of the scarlet petals between his fingertips is very real.

Or perhaps a curse.

“So you expect me to diagnose you over the phone?” 

Shoko pulled a drag of her cigarette as though for dramatic effect, blowing it out with a sigh, but continued to listen. She had to be up early anyway and ignoring Gojo would only make him more annoying in her experience.

“So what are your symptoms again?” she asked.

“Apparently my insides are trying to match my beautiful outsides~” he sang.

Shoko rolled her eyes, and as though he could see her, Gojo laughed loudly.

“In all seriousness, I’m turning into a garden. Coughing up flowers apparently.”

“Coughing up flowers, huh?” She leaned a little further against her balcony, her eyes setting on the early morning sunrise she could view from her high rise apartment. “Do you think it’s some type of curse?”

“It’s… different,” he replied, somewhat noncommittally. “I don’t think it’s cursed energy, actually.”

This was unexpected.

“What else do you feel?”

“Uneasy…”

It was Shoko’s turn to laugh. An interesting choice of words coming from him.

“Any ideas?” Gojo insisted.

“I mean, it could be some kind of undetectable curse. I’d know if I got to see you… How does your heart feel when you cough up the flowers?”

“It races.”

“Your mind?”

“Also races… lightheaded.”

“Any thoughts?”

“None.”

“As expected.” she teased, laughing again until she realized that for once, Gojo was silent on the other end of the phone. She scratched her head, then ran her fingers through her fingertips.

“Come in at 2pm today, okay? Don’t be late.”

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“Well, you’re right,” Shoko stated, stepping back from the examination table, and crossing her arms as she set herself down on a stool to formulate her assessment. 

Her friend, already graced with the palest of color palettes, did actually look ill, dark circles prominent enough to match hers marring his porcelain skin. He sat, legs spread apart, and leaning onto the weight of his hands besides him, raising an eyebrow quizzically..

“It’s not cursed energy, alright,” she said, with a sigh. She stretched out her hand.

“You brought the sample, right?” 

Gojo, uncharacteristically a bit listless, tossed her the bag of vomited petals from this morning, covered in now dry saliva and other fluids. Not batting an eyelash, Shoko slipped on a pair of gloves and felt inside the bag, petals crumbling at her fingertips.

Definitely not cursed energy. She placed the bag on a disorganized counter behind her, making a mental note of scrutinizing it further under a microscope.

“Ideas?” Gojo asked after he’d decided that the time he’d given her to think was enough. It turned out the idea of being sick irritated him more than he expected. 

The very idea of being vulnerable made him slightly nauseous.

Shoko let out a chuckle that sounded more nervous than she had intended.

“My only other thought is Hanahaki disease.”

“Hanahaki?” Gojo repeated.

“Yeah,” she stated. Crossing her legs, she relaxed into her stool further as she watched the young man carefully. “Who’s the unlucky one?”

“You mean?”

“Who’s the unfortunate soul you’re in love with?” She asked again, waiting for his response. The truth was that she was quite shocked at the idea of Gojo being afflicted with Hanahaki, that he of all people could have such a pure, destructive form of love given his track history.

She’d known him long enough to know that his body count was near ridiculous.

He tilted his head, then burst into laughter.

“Myself, duh.”

“Well, auto-Hanahaki isn’t a thing, but I suppose if it was, you’d be the one to be afflicted with it.”

She decided not to press further. “Whoever it is, I’d recommend you settle your feelings as soon as possible,” she added. “People don’t usually die from this but you look surprisingly like shit so I’d be careful.”

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, hopping off the table and pulling back on his shirt.

Settling his feelings may be more complicated than either of the two of them expected.

---

You were in the middle of your drive home when Shoko’s name finally flashed on your dashboard. Grinning, you picked up on the car speaker, mischief in your voice.

“It’s 7:03 and you promised me you’d call at 7 sharp, babe. What do you have to say for yourself?” 

“You’re going to hold 3 minutes against me?” Her sultry voice filled your ears as you made the last turn between the grocery store and your apartment, and you hoped she’d be inside your home waiting for you so that you could actually hold something tangible against her.

“I did say I wasn’t going to tolerate you being late for anything anymore, didn’t I?” You teased.

“Bold declaration for someone who isn’t even home yet,” Shoko retorted.

In minutes, you were walking through the door, arms charged with bags full of groceries for dinner you’d planned to cook together. Shoko greeted you with a kiss on the forehead as you placed them on the counter.

“Did you miss me?”

You did, but you stuck out your tongue at her instead. Her hand intertwined with yours briefly before you separated to unpack items for dinner.

“I promise I’ll be less busy,” she offered as the two of you worked in tandem. Your stomach was already growling, so the sooner you had food on the table, the better.

“It’s no problem,” you replied, and you meant it only half-heartedly. It’s true she was less busy than a regular civilian doctor, but it seemed recently that her clinic was getting overrun with more and more curse victims. Things had been bad recently in the world, you figured. 

You were happy to step back from the world of sorcery, but small reminders like these persisted.

“Did you still manage to fit Gojo in today?”

She had complained earlier today that Gojo always managed to make a bad day worse.

“Mmm,” is what she offered over the sound of chopping vegetables. You understood that she couldn’t say more, on top of the fact that any discussion of Gojo was already a sore subject. It didn’t have to be, and it shouldn’t have been, but this was what it was.

“Hope he’s okay,” you offered, as you turned on the stove.

“He’ll be fine,” she replied, her voice now quieter than usual.

---

The first and last time Gojo fell in love was in the spring of his third year, he suddenly recalled in the middle of a tryst, as an upsettingly subpar blowjob allowed his mind to wander. The young woman whose gags sounded almost theatrical when compared to the amount of pleasure he was actually receiving was starting to get on his nerves, but instead he took matters in his own hands, wrapping her long ponytail around his wrist before guiding the back of her head so she took him deeper.

If she was gonna choke, she should commit to it.

He’d fallen in love with you at first sight. It was a strange feeling for him to immediately be enamored with someone upon first glance instead, having always been the recipient of many an awe-filled or fawning look.

You were a transfer from the sister school, already a rare occurrence, and what was even rarer was the fact that you both had little affinity to jujutsu and little interest in getting better. One could wonder why you even showed up in the first place, much less why you’d moved from one school to the other. 

You’d quit as expected just before graduation, but not before you caught his eye. 

“You’re pretty shitty at this,” he’d remarked, attempting to win you over with humor when he’d been assigned to you for both orientation and possible tutoring. “Of course, you can always ask me for help,” he added, flashing pearly whites at you.

He was the opposite of successful in wooing you.

“I suppose since this comes easy to you, this is just funny, right?” You’d quipped.

Your words cut more than both you and he anticipated, but it didn’t exactly matter. You were not interested in him, the way he was interested in you. 

But Shoko was different.

You became fast friends and upon your departure from the technical college, you’d remained in contact despite withdrawing from everyone else related to magic. 

Even if Gojo tried many times to either bring you back to this world you’d left behind or be part of your new one, you’d rebuffed him every time. Harshly. 

“I don’t know why you expect everyone to worship you,” was the last thing you’d said to him. “I’ve already made it clear that I don’t want to be part of this life,” you’d insisted. “Why would I change my mind just because you asked me to?”

You were right. 

And yet you loved Shoko.

The young woman whose name he’d forgotten’s face was now pressed against his pubic bone and she now began to squirm, slapping and scratching at him like some kind of trapped animal as she struggled to breathe, reminding him that he’d daydreamed for too long.

“Sorry,” he offered, as he released his grip, leaving her to sputter and choke. Looking at her, knowing that she was not you suddenly made him want to choke himself, to bring forth that impromptu garden of unrequited feelings.

He patted her on the back gingerly, and once it looked like she’d restabilized, pulled her in for another kiss. 

If only her lips tasted like yours.

---

Shoko’s hand glided against the curve of your hips, taking in the image of you sleeping softly on your side, facing her. She dipped down to kiss your nose; it was the only time the fact that she had such an issue with sleep benefited her, this ability to almost always wake up before you.

You looked incredibly peaceful while sleeping, and she had to admit this angelic view of you was even better than your features twisted in a pleasured mewl (not that it wasn’t a close battle).

There was a nagging concern in the pit of her stomach, however.

Gojo suffering from unrequited love could be a problem, if the object of his affections did happen to be you. But it had been years ago that he’d pursued you unsuccessfully, why present now?

Why present to her office of all people? Gojo could be inconsiderate, but not to this extent. 

But what if he didn’t know that this was what he was feeling? Suppressed feelings taking root and morphing themselves into the tangible he couldn’t ignore?

She sat up, resting her back against the backboard, the lack of a cigarette between her lips being palliated with the gnaw of her thumbnail. 

It couldn’t be. Not you. 

Please, not you.

---

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Shoko checked in about a week later.

Gojo didn’t share that he’d spent the entire morning in a coughing fit of petals, now definitely streaked with blood, and the entire last night vomiting enough flowers into the toilet that it had overflowed.

He didn’t comment on the entire scarlet sage plants with large green leaves that threatened to sprout from every orifice, not just his throat, but his ears and nostrils, possibly from behind his eyes.

He didn’t know what was next, only that it was getting worse.

The constant fire in the pit of his stomach, the shivers, the chills, the incessant flash of you running through his mind, your name moaned in the darkness, his body drenched in sweat.

The fact that he knew it was because he loves you and cannot find an alternative for you.

The fact that he must have you, and only you.

“Has it gotten better or worse?” Shoko asked.

“I’m fine,” Gojo reassured her, masking the exhaustion in his voice, and she made the mistake of believing him.

---

You awoke in darkness with an icy cold searing into your skin.

It took you a moment to let your eyes adjust to the light and for your body to resume the motor control it had briefly relinquished in sleep before you could reorient yourself. You were laying on ground of some sort, maybe hardwood which implied that you were in some kind of building. 

Your head throbbed viciously as you shifted slowly to a sitting position and you almost expected there to be blood as you ran your hands over the back of your head, checking for injury. But there was nothing, just the normal feel of your hair, and the steady thump of your temples in time with your pounding heart.

Looking around, your eyes soon fixed to the low light, not actual darkness to center on a figure in the center of the room.

You let out a gasp of surprise.

Gojo.

Not only had it been a while and he was the last person you expected to see, he looked stranger than he ever had.

He sat perched on a chair backwards, chin leaning on the top of the backrest. His head was tilted, and he watched you warily but fixedly through eyes that looked sunken into their orbits. Their clear blue was still sharp in the darkness.

His skin had taken on an almost ghostly cast to match his hair, and he was thinner than you remembered as though he had been slowly withering away since the last time you saw him. That was ages ago.

Your limbs froze in anticipation. You didn’t have to be a genius to recognize that whatever was happening or was about to happen was bad.

“Why did you bring me here?”

He stared at you blankly for a moment, unmoving. If he weren’t so extraordinarily fatigued, he would have sat up straighter in his chair and offered you a smile. You were still as pretty as the day he first laid eyes on you, after all. What a welcome sight.

“I guess I missed you,” he responded instead, quietly. 

Your teeth gritted as you flared up in indignation.

“Excuse me?”

He cut you off with a loud, exasperated sigh, mustering the little bit of energy he had left to run a hand through his hair.

“Listen, I thought I’d forgotten myself, but it turns out that I’m being betrayed by my own body.”

As though to add effect, a coughing fit began just at the end of his sentence, and you watched as he spat flowers into the palm of his hand, lowering them for you to see.

“And it seems like you’re the cause of this.”

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of bloody petals falling through his fingertips and hitting the ground.

He was completely out of his mind.

“I…,” you shakily got yourself up to your feet, not letting your gaze leave Gojo for a second. He didn’t get out of the chair, but he did shift so that he leaned back in the seat, a wicked smile on his face.

“You...?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You spat. “Where the hell am I and how did I get here?”

He finally did get up, although it was done in a dramatic, strained movement. He really had lost weight, you noticed, picking up the flash of pale wrists before he shoved his hands in his pocket.

“I know it sounds crazy but apparently, according to your girlfriend, I’m suffering from lovesickness.”

He bared more of his teeth now, looking more like a grimace than a grin by this time. “I didn’t believe it either, but then I started seeing you in my mind every single waking moment.”

In the split second it took for you to blink, he had crossed the distance between you, so that he was now in your personal space, the palm of his hand inappropriately caressing your face, as tender as you’d expect from Shoko.

And you immediately jumped back and backhanded him as hard as you could.

The crack of your hand was loud and exaggerated, reverberating in the room. For a moment, you froze in shock, surprised the slap had actually landed, before shaking out your now burning hand and following up with a hiss.

“Don’t you fucking touch me.”

Gojo’s icy blue eyes glint, demonic in their delight.

“That’s the feisty bitch I remember.”

---

It was nearing 24 hours since you’d failed to reply to Shoko’s text and the normally collected woman was terribly anxious.

She’d stayed at work late, and still, not a single message from you. 

The nagging feeling in the back of her mind returned.

What if it were you?

Gojo couldn’t be that insane, could he?

When she entered your home to find traces of red salvia scattered throughout your home, it only confirmed her fears.

---

“I don’t want to do this either. I mean it.”

It was hard to believe him when he seemed to savor every brush of the lips as he trailed kisses along your inner thighs, spread open with the force of his hands. Gojo had always been deceptively strong, even now, when it looked like he was wilting just as much as the flowers he coughed up. 

Your wrists were bound to a fixed point at the head of a foreign bed, and your ankles to the bedposts anteriorly to prevent you from fighting. Not that you would have been able to fight back anyway, but the severe fatigue permeating his very bones made him less willing to risk anything.

When his lips made it to your center to circle your clit, you writhed in disgust, forcing back the sighs of pleasure that would inevitably ensure.

“Y-you can’t - ah - make me love you…”

Gojo paused the swishing of his tongue to give you a look that reeked enough of apathy that it was almost startling.

“I’m aware, but there’s no harm in trying.”

---

“Where the fuck is she?”

Satoru had the ostentatiousness within him to receive the phone call on speaker, so that you could hear Shoko beg to find out your whereabouts.

“She’s with me,” he replied, calmly to her, holding the phone in one hand and pumping fingers in and out of your slippery cunt with the other. 

By this time, Gojo had gotten tired of your expletives which no longer retained the initial cute charm, so your screams for help were muffled by a gag over your own wet panties shoved into your mouth.

He’d been at this for hours.

There was a pause on the phone from Shoko’s end that sounded like something crashing to the ground, maybe a plate breaking.

Her tone changed immediately.

“P-please don’t hurt her.”

“I’m not.”

He glanced at you who glared back at him with reddened eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You looked even prettier when you were so totally helpless.

“I would never,” he added.

The pump of his fingers slowed but did not stop.

“This won’t fix you,” Shoko warned, almost in a low protective hiss, her own voice breaking. “This won’t fix anything, you bastard.”

He cut off the phone abruptly, and let out a sigh before shifting his attention back to you.

“Where were we?”

---

Maybe if I pretend, he’ll stop?

Or will he continue? Will I just affirm that he won?

His thrusts were relentless, as was the constant tugging at your hair, the teeth sinking into every inch of your skin, the moans and groans whispered into your ears or your bosom.

A violation in every sense of the word.

You were running out of tears.

The fact that it’s pointless, you and he both know it. Your true love knows it, that this is just an excuse to get back at you. For what? Rejection? 

He would die anyway. You would never return his feelings, if there even truly were any. 

He continued to rut into you, and flowers started to stain every inch of your bodies, covering them in a deep scarlet.

Red. Red. Red.

Blood. Rage. Power. Passion.

You probably didn’t need the restraints anymore. You had no fight left in you. 

Just the satisfaction, however small, that regardless of what he did to you, he would still eventually succumb to nature and perish in a bed of putrid efflorescence.

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

A Cursed Reality- JJk x Male Reader (Ch.6)

I love you all. But I refuse to proofread this. I hope it isn’t horrible. If it is I can promise the next one won’t be. This is kind of long but kind of short and has parts taken directly from the manga but I also switch it up here and there.

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“[Name] i’m worried about you” 

"Why?"

"Because you were hysterical over yuji's body and now you're just fine"

"My cursed technique doesn't fail. It just...doesn't. I’m Fine. Yuji's fine. i'm just waiting for him to wake up"

Megumi looked at him concerned before turning and looking at Kugisaki. They recalled how gojo described [Name] when he'd been sent out on a mission with inumaki 

"He's my best student. A little unhinged but he means well. Do Not get on his bad side. if he learns how to fully use his cursed technique [Name] has a shot at dethroning me as the strongest"

They looked at him in disbelief. sure [Name] was strong. Strong enough to not fear Sukuna but they couldn't believe he'd be stronger than Gojo. That was god-like power and it didn't make sense for someone like [Name] who fights over cheez-its and dislikes people because they "felt wrong" to be in the running for the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. One of the strongest... maybe.

"Well..." Gojo interrupted their thought "That won't happen anytime soon" He gave a closed eye smile to reassure the first years. If they'd known him a little better they'd know he was lying. [Name]'s power relied on emotions. And with him increasingly getting attached to people like Nanami, Gojo and the first years—and Inumaki of course, he grew stronger and more out of control. To avoid a repeat of what'd happen a couple years ago, They'd begun honing [Name]'s skill within Gojo's infinity. It was the only way to release such a massive amount of cursed energy undetected. 

[Name]'s dislike towards the higher ups would only prove a threat if he grew more powerful. Gojo was raised in the world of jujutsu, primed to be a shaman. [Name] became a shaman because of a terrible accident. Someone raised outside of their society with no desire to follow their hierarchy is a threat. He would be like Geto Suguru but worse. Especially since he had an attachment to the vessel of Sukuna.

"I hope [Name]-san will be okay"

"He'll get over it. by the way when did you switch to calling him [Name]-san Fushiguro?"

"He's been asking me to stop calling him senpai for a while now. But seeing him like that over Yuji's body. It really humanized him. He's only just 17 years old"

"[Name] honey"

"Satoru"

"Oh wow first name okay. how about we take a break and come back after Shoko examines the body"

"No i'm gonna be here when he wakes up"

"Okay"

Gojo gently pat [Name]'s head, leaving his hand to rest before walking closer to Ijichi who was shocked by the scene between the two.It was obvious to anyone that [Name] and Gojo were close, Gojo being the only one who could give [Name] orders without any pushback and [Name] being the only person since Geto who could truly make Gojo soft. What was more shocking was the state [Name] was in. Since he'd arrived in Tokyo they'd only seen the colder more composed aspect of him. 

"Why are you placating him Gojo?You’re letting him sit there and believe his friend will just rise from the dead?"

"He needs this. He needs to grieve and if I tried to stop him he could simply tell me to go die and then what would I do?" (Probably not die you idiot. fight back)

Ijichi went silent after that remembering exactly how petty [Name] got when he was upset. He could and most certainly would tell someone to go and die. or fall in a ditch. The get lost one was a real nuisance.

Shoko looked at Ijichi’s face and realized it wasn’t worth arguing. It wasn’t her turn to say anything, she’d let the rest of their conversation play out before she makes her dramatic entrance. She could only hope they wouldn’t make too much of a fuss as she was getting anxious to dissect the vessel’s body.

“It was intentional wasn’t it”

“What do you mean?” Ijichi asked, his heart thumping audibly. This piqued [Name]’s interest too, but like Shoko he’d let the scene play out a little before speaking up. He wanted to wait until his two cents would help make a dollar. 

“The enemy was special grade. Five rescue targets who weren’t even confirmed alive. There’s no way I’d send in first-years for that.” Gojo Answered “I had to pull some strings to get a stay of execution for Itadori. Those crusty ass higher ups used a special grade to get rid of him in my absence. If the other two had died that would’ve been icing on the cake right”

“But when the mission was planned… there was no indication of special grade” Ijichi nervously choked out. Gojo’s bloodlust was overwhelming and kind of scary. He’d much prefer if [Name] ordered him to get lost

“What they didn’t count on was [Name] seeing through their plans. He’s a genius, my student. It would be a pain trying to find the culprit so maybe I should just kill them all”

“You’re being emotional for once. You really had a soft spot for him, huh?” Shoko spoke as she made her entrance

“Sure, I’m a nice guy who looks out for his students.”

Nice guy. Shoko almost scoffed “Don’t pick on Ijichi too much He’s caught in the middle between us and the higher ups”

“Besides” [Name] spoke up “It’d really get on their nerves when they learned the plan failed. Especially because of me. They should suffer a little before they die, no?”

Shoko gave [Name] a quick glance before continuing, from the corner of her eye she could see Gojo smiling at the second year. He must have a couple more soft spots than she realized. “So.. this is Sukuna’s vessel. I can dissect him anyway I want”

“You better make it worth it”

“I will who do you think I am”

“Sorry puppy, endure it a little. We can get our revenge when you wake up” [Name] whispered

“What use is he dead?” Nobara asked with her chin on her hand “[Name] might be having some monumental breakdown but at least he’s still strong… and alive” she paused for a second. “Hey is this the first time a friend of yours has died?

“A classmate yeah”

“Really? You seem fine”

“Look who’s talking”

“Of course. I’ve only known him for two weeks. I’m not the kind of girl who cries over a guy like that” 

Fushiguro noticed her lip quivering and chose not to say anything as she pulled herself together.

“Man it’s hot”

“Yeah I wonder when we’ll get our summer uniforms.”

“Sheesh. You’re more moody than usual Megumi. What is this a funeral?”

“Zen’in senpai”

“Don’t you dare call me by my last-”

“Maki! Maki!” Panda called “He really did die. It happened yesterday. A first-year boy”

“Fish flakes”

“You ARE A LITTLE LATE. Now I look like a cold hearted demon”

“Well you pretty much are” 

“Tuna Mayo”

“Who are these people?” Nobara asked Fushiguro. He introduced her to the second years. Panda, Maki and the infamous Toge Inumaki”

“Ahh so this is [Name]’s boyfriend”

“HAH!” Maki laughed “The two of them are close but I think i’d prefer Inumaki with Okkotsu”

Megumi tilted his head at the suggestion “Okkotsu senpai isn’t here but he’s the only one I can sincerely respect. He’s abroad right now”

Nobara paid very little attention to whatever Fushiguro was saying caught up in Panda’s… pandaness.The only thing that truly broke her out of her curiosity was the mentioning of a goodwill event. Considering it was less of a charity event and more like a battle royale it was right up Nobara’s alley. 

“You’re in right?” Maki egged on “Do it for your fallen friend”

“We’re in” Kugisaki and Fushiguro chorused

“But if I think both the training and the goodwill event are pointless. I’m out”

“Same here” Megumi agreed  

“Heh. it should be fun putting you guys in your place”

“Fish flakes” 

“Inumaki senpai.” Megumi looked away, finding the distance much more appealing “He’s not alright. But he will be.”

“Salmon” Inumaki knew [Name] would be alright. This was THE [Name] [L.Name]. He was the main character. When the MC disappears, they just come back stronger.

[kakubun]

Reader Who Is A Sword User

strongest duo x gen!reader

a/n: huge manga spoilers!! also just a bunch of random hcs with them<33

geto finds your style very intriguing, the way you wield your sword and how you slash the curses before gojo could

(that was because he was slow- okay let's go from the very beggining-)

the two were assigned to take on these two second grade curses who were slithering around town so they went right on immediately, just because gojo's favourite sweet shop was close by

they could end the day easily by defeating the two curses,

but the problem is

both of the curses were fast on their feet and manage to dodge them, they were like irritating rodents who teamed up with each other and they didn't let the two have a chance at killing them

gojo was beggining to lose it, even geto showed signs of frustration with the crease of his forehead

then you popped up.

"this is so goddamn annoyinggg" gojo staggered when he stopped running after the curses, just to complain and geto huffed. yes they were annoying but that's a reason why they have to end them quickly.

"step back." a sudden figure sprinted sideways to the curse and manage to cut the side of its head off but another annoying trait about them is healing quickly.

this also was an advantage to the duo since there was a path you opened in which geto could distract the curses with his own as they corner the two while gojo did the finishing blow and puffed out his chest and cheered when they finally vanish.

an action didn't go unnoticed by the two when you pressed your temple with your thumb, thinking to yourself you could've finish this easily if you striked at the right spot but you shook your head to your regrets and went to the two.

"are you okay?" geto's hands were held in yours as he choked a little as a suprised reaction settle on his face when you suddenly held him. "ah i'm okay.." he rubbed his neck and you smiled warmly in which dissappeared quickly when gojo suddenly held onto you.

"that was really cool!! we should celebrate-" suddenly having an arm wrapped around you, he marched alongside with you and rambled about sweetshops and your sword skills while geto shook his head to his partner's overfriendliness.

after getting to know the two, you wanted to know them a lot more now because who wouldn't

nah, it's because they were on the same levels of power and you wanted to know how they got so strong and you constantly spar with them

they also wanted to know you too! your sword skills were a contast to your personality, they enjoyed your company!

they helped you improve a lot with your strength and noticing the change made you smile to yourself,

not only you made a few friends (including shoko and utahime who they later introduced and where you occasionally bake with them) but you've improved yourself from way before

the two would notice if your mood improves from day to day that it makes them all fuzzier inside just like you who would hug your pillow every night and roll around to your self achievements

and they would fistbump each other because of how good they are at teaching

well they're not technically wrong because

they helped you improve hand to hand combat, from days you stumble into them when you couldn't punch them to days where you accidently would slam your fist in their chins, you were a quick learner

"i can't use my sword?" the duo thought the same thing when you slowly slid your sword away , "damn they wanna kill us".

geto would check how you hold your fists and how you strike them and fixing them when you start going back to stage 1 when you forgot how to do it.

kinda grateful that gojo haven't improved his infinity yet so he was your punching bag which you could actually touch and he easily catch your fists but you manage to sneak in a kick or two. you roll your eyes because gojo couldn't take most of the sparring seriously and geto was your main teacher but gojo was slick, he did sneak in some teaching in for you to learn.

and as a punching bag he promised to be, there were some times where you actually did made him faint because you kept hitting his neck so many times, you and geto burst up laughing when he suddenly stop talking when he dodges you because you always had the chance to hit him in the neck because of his ego not covering his throat.

other than sparring and missions which were times where they actually see you, you were pretty much gone for the rest of the day after shoko reported that you did infact had breakfast then dissappeared off to nowhere

easily detecting you to be in the gym? they slowly opened the door to it and gawked and they look towards each other than back to you

you were lifting dumb bells and goddamn you looked so damn attractive doing so

they felt woozy looking at you and how tough you looked not being covered with your uniform

sweating in your tank top, you looked back at them and gasped in pure shock that you dropped your dumb bells which thankfully didn't hit you or your sword

the duo couldn't help but admire you for how strong you are and well it was akward since they just found out you work out and they were just standing there being all shy and squeling silently like highschoolers

but that doesn't mean they won't do anything with this newfound info because they jump right away to exercising!

you muttered a few curses and nonchalantly told them not to push themselves because you might never know with these idiots

"you won't be defeated!" "and i don't want you to die"

it was.. entertaining

gojo had you on your back while you were seated on him and you were likely impressed when he didn't complained to the dumb bell you carried when his chest lifts from off the ground

(even geto was a little shocked at this)

geto dear, he was smooth when he wanted to touch your biceps (when he's supposed to be busy at exercising)

he places it on your shoulder when he complimented you then it starts trailing down to your bicep when he starts throwing questions and squeezes them (yes while you were still on gojo's back)

and the way these boys had to find out about millions ways of stretching to not stay sore and well they were tbh but it felt a lot more better when they went back to their rooms and were able to sleep like babies

geto's question was answered to why you brought your sword in the gym and is because of practising slashes

though it was dangerous but you got it under control and you swing your sword in grace as they watched from their position (cause they were currently exercising, look im not a gym instuctor and im too lazy to search up im sorry i'll do better next time)

the day goes by fast with the chattering and insults and it was such a treat to end it with tea

shoko pulled out cinnamon rolls that were dripping with sweetness and it was love at first sight for gojo

geto expressed his gratitude for it and shoko pointed to you that you were the one that made it

"you really are perfect-" he sobbed dramatically on your shoulder while countinuing to nibble on his roll

talk about dramatic, thank god you see his hand that you slapped reaching for the last one when its well reserved for utahime

(utahime feverishely thanked you)

respectfully they were great people

a sweet tooth who was cocky and messy with a more tamer gentleman who still caused chaos for everyone will never bore you to death with whatever hell they're planning

and you were glad to have them lead the way for you

even if one of them stumbles and takes you with him

[caliwashere]

SHE’S BACK | TGKDN SPOILERS up to Ch 40

Cali’s Note: Hey all! I’ve been super busy graduating and everything so I stopped posting but that doesn’t mean I abandoned TGKDN or anything. I’ve been reading and rereading all the chapters while waiting for the author to finally update!

Context: Tsukuyo Hiyori is from a jjkxoc (additional add-ons: dad!gojoxoc, yutaxoc, megumixoc) fic called Tsuki Ga Kirei Desu Ne (TGKDN). It’s linked in my bio in case anyone wants to read it. I don’t own her or TGKDN! I’m just a fan! I heavily recommend those who haven’t read TGKDN to read it. It’s made me cry from the angst chapters to scream into my pillow at 4am from adorable romance (fluff) moments or from laughing my a** off. I personally don’t have anything i can say i dislike about it and the grammar/spelling + sequencing of events is good too like actual novel-worthy (but the author is kind of like Gege 2.0 and she scares me with her unpredictability)

Anyways, on to my discussions that a surprising few of you actually read! I’ve seen all the messages thanking me for introducing TGKDN to y’all but tbh u should be thanking the author not me cuz she’s the one who writes it! 

Spoilers below!

YALL AFTER ALL THOSE CHAPTERS WITHOUT HIYORI CONTENT, SHES FINALLY BACK!

-Her entrance was just *chef’s kiss*

-She’s so dramatic (she def gets it from gojo i swear) and the way it started off with Tsuki trolling them was funny af 

-Tsuki still remains one of my favorite characters but i wish there was more tsuki content 

-not junpei being the only sane person there (plz the way he just got more and more confused by both hiyori and yuji)

- megumi better run cuz nobara is out for blood 

- lowkey not even his fault cuz he never said she was dead, they just assumed she was cuz he kept saying she was “gone”

- ok but not hiyori having a couples vacation with yuta while we were all sobbing and panicking over her possibly being dead (author better be feeding us some tsukuokko content soon! i want to know what happened in africa!)

-hiyori seems the same as she was back in her first year (well surface level anyway from what’s been witnessed in chapter 40)

-i was reading her profile again and i noticed that the author mentioned hiyori not carrying her katana anymore (what’s up with that? im confused. i feel like that has significance but idk what)

NOT THE AUTHOR SPINNING A WHEEL TO DETERMINE HOW SHE’S GONNA TORTURE US NEXT?!

-Y’all i swear if a spinny wheel is what ends up being the reason why one of my favs die, imma flip (and cry alot)

-as much as i love yuta and all tsukuokko content, i rlly want to see more on hiyori’s relationships with the other characters especially maki and megumi since the first main arc (jjk 0 timeline) was mainly in yuta’s point of view so there was a lot of stuff not mentioned like hiyori’s role in the juju society and stuff (can we talk about how amazingly well the author writes unreliable narrators and pov switching? its fucking amazing)

- tsukuyo hiyori = certified badass

- now that she’s back then that means she’s most likely going to be in japan during the shibuya arc (i can’t wait to see what goes down but im also scared)

- waiting for more kazuha info still cuz why is this little kid so mysterious??

- I want to see sukuna and hiyori meet OR sukuna and tsuki ( i feel like those interactions would be rlly funny)

- ok but what’s this tree and why is she going to sendai??

- can we talk about how hiyori is starting to act more and more like gojo but with a blend of geto and shoko into it too (u can tell she grew up around those three cuz she has a mix of all of their personalities mainly gojo and geto’s)

- that photo of hiyori for chapter 40 (she could step on me and i would thank her)

- plus all those photos in the image gallery for her profile too!

- she’s so hot.

- i’d choose her over yuta and megumi ngl (sorry not sorry)

- i wonder how megumi will react when he finds out hiyori is already taken

- nobara seems to be a fan of hiyori so i wonder how their first interaction will be

- i’m surprised no one knew hiyori was back until she came back (then again maybe the “she” referred to at the end of the chapter isn’t even hiyori but someone else)

- will hiyori kill mahito? what will happen during junpei’s MORPHIN’ TIME? will she be there or is she gonna still be in sendai and find out after?

[shuzo]

#2

“You are annoying.” Chihiro followed him, grabbed the cup that was offered even though he doubted Seijuro had the strength to hold it up for himself.

“Yeah? Well so are you. So is Sei.” Shuzo tugged him along by the wrist. “And yet here you are, stuck with the both of us. Tough luck.”

pairing: nijiakamayu words: 2770 

*

Akashi Seijuro, the bastard, had to be the best at everything.

Even watching Seijuro wake up irritated him to no end. Chihiro was big enough to admit to his own flaws; he knew he woke up with a bedhead that could rival only the hilarity of Seijuro’s haircut in third year, okay, he knew that there’s gunk at the corner of his eyes more often than not and his mood was even less desirable. Shuzo’s flaws - his voice became hoarse (pending flaw), sometimes he involuntarily woke up at five fucking am (how and why?), and breathing on Chihiro’s face half-asleep meant a (well-deserved) kick to both shins.

Seijuro, on the other hand, woke up as though he had not gone to sleep in the first place. His eyelids flutter open delicately and refreshed, even after four unconscious Shuzo-style kicks during the night. He pushed away whatever sweaty limb holding him captive and then starts the day like that. Just like that. Those commercials, Chihiro thought, that promote cereal like porn and mornings like a godsend have nothing on Seijuro.

So it was more than a little alarming when he woke up one morning and Seijuro still had his eyes closed – asleep, messy, pale, and by the looks of it, still in REM cycle.

“Hey,” Chihiro grasped Seijuro’s shoulder and shook him a bit since 8AM meant Seijuro probably had a lecture to attend. Apparently ‘smart’ (completely idiotic) people specifically chose that hour to go to class. “Get up.”

He drew back, because that was definitely a slap to his arm and Seijuro probably thought that was okay. An incoherent mutter came out audible but faint and did nothing to help Chihiro’s disbelief.

“What’s the matter with you?” He smacked Seijuro on the forehead where sweat had accumulated and - ah. A fever. A bad one. Chihiro wiped his hand on a pillow with a grimace, listening to Seijuro’s pitiful sigh.

“Stop,” Seijuro’s body was pushed back down as it misbehaved, Chihiro stretching over him to grab a thermometer from the first aid kit. Seijuro inevitably started to fidget again and Chihiro was left with very few options but to squish the young man down with his upper body, ignoring his mangled groan.

“Stop it or I’m sliding this up your ass instead.” 

He watched as Seijuro’s mouth opened and closed and then opened again with great difficulty. Eventually a sound was made.

“Chihiro.” Seijuro rasped and it sounded painful enough to make Chihiro wince.

“I know.” He realised he didn’t need effort to muster the gentleness that came to his tone - it just sort of, quite irritatingly, happened. The thermometer was removed and Seijuro blinked at him slow before promptly tucking into Chihiro’s side. Slim fingers pushed into Seijuro’s matted hair and scratched at his scalp, eliciting small, pleased noises from the younger man.

Chihiro’s eyes softened, Seijuro’s went glazed.  

The thermometer read 39 degrees and he cursed because Akashi Seijuro, the absolute bastard, had to be the best in being sick too.

*

It was quite easy to take Seijuro’s wealth for granted but the fact that he had a private doctor at his beck and call was the best news Shuzo had heard all day. Influenza, the doctor had unsurprisingly said, the young master will be better by next week.

Seijuro’s absence in their daily routine (consisting in all three of them ignoring each other in the lounge room while they tended to their own business) resulted in an anxious silence; anxious on Shuzo’s part, silence with Chihiro.

“Can you stop?” Chihiro asked once Shuzo’s continuous walk-up-and-down path reached him. It was becoming irritating and rhythm games on his phone plus irritation was not a good mix. He took the folded crossword book from the dinner table and smacked the other’s hip with it. “Here, do your old man puzzles.”

Shuzo swatted him away with a mutter and sat himself down on the chair across Chihiro. He still had a stupid look on his face but that didn’t stop Chihiro from propping his feet up on Shuzo’s lap.

“Don’t, they stink.”

Chihiro gave him a dirty look, “I took a shower.”  

Shuzo’s hands moved as though to push him away but opted to rest on his ankles instead. His hands seemed to automatically move, kneading at Chihiro’s calves and caressing the skin soothingly. Chihiro internally sighed; it’s usually very difficult to keep a straight face with Shuzo’s massages. His hands were just so nice, callused and steady and likely bigger than Chihiro’s and undoubtedly bigger than Seijuro’s.

“Why am I doing this? You should be massaging me. You don’t even look concerned.” Shuzo kept up his ministrations regardless.

“Oh, I am concerned for Akashi all the time. Trust me.” Chihiro said, in a deadpan so unfeeling his mother would surely scold him. His claim was genuine, he insisted, though perhaps a tad bit misplaced. A tad. 

“What are you worked up for anyway? He’ll be fine in a few days. Also, Shoto and Shoko get sick all the time. This isn’t like you.”

“I’m sorry,” Nijimura frowned, jabbing recently cut nails into a bony ankles, “am I not allowed to worry about a person sick in bed with a 39 degrees fever?”

“It went down after the medicine. Stop being dramatic, it’s embarrassing.”

Shuzo didn’t like this tone; this tone was classically used for dealing with brats. Last he checked, Shuzo was not a brat.

He scowled, and then scowled harder knowing he was probably doing the lip-thing. Damn it all. “He’s never been that sick before, not even in middle school. And I know about the flu, stress only accelerates the process…”

“Humans get sick. Getting sick is a human thing.” Chihiro muttered, but the thought managed to make him a little cross. “Besides, if there really is something going on, we won’t be able to do anything unless he tells us.”

A silence of mutual understanding followed his statement; only very recently have they accepted the idea of opening up to each other - which would have been seen as little progress judging by how long they’ve been ‘together’, Shuzo thought, but to each their own.

“How contagious do you think it is?” Shuzo asked after a moment.

“Why.”

To which Shuzo only stared.

“If he gets you sick too, I am not going anywhere near that room. You two can die alone.”

“Sure.” Shuzo’s hands clamped dangerously over his ankles. “As if you have anyone else in the first place who’s willing to babysit you or your shitty moods.”

“I’m one year older than you.” Chihiro said dryly. “And yeah, because you and Seijuro are total angels. Remind me whose mood it was that completely ruined Seijuro’s formal dinner last year – fuck!”

“When did you get such a vulgar mouth?” Shuzo sighed and released him, having successfully yanked Chihiro closer by his ankles. Chihiro was now fifty percent on his lap, fifty percent falling off the chair. “Could have sworn you weren’t half this bad before.”

“When did you get so annoying?” Chihiro pushed himself up by his elbows and grabbing Shuzo’s arm to right himself. “You were supposed to be the good one.”

Shuzo cracked a smile. “That was faulty judgement on your part, if you ever thought I would be the good one. Correct in how you eliminated yourself, though.”

“…For the record, I hope Masaomi’s death stare comes back to haunt you. Actually, he scolded me more than he did you and he couldn’t even see me half the time. And you broke the blender. How is that fair?”

“You deserved it and so did he.” Shuzo said icily, the want for this conversation to end clearly present. He was embarrassed, Chihiro could tell. But who wouldn’t be, after (rightfully) snapping at a boyfriend’s Father on his birthday? “Besides, it was paid for and replaced, okay?”

It was. The new blender was nowhere near as expensive as the old one but Chihiro often acted fonder with the treasured household item than he did with Shuzo himself.  

“Well, where is my payment?”

“You laughed and deserved what you got – which was my payment, I don’t know why you think you need one.”

“I bled.”

“I’m incredibly sorry.”

“Back off, sarcasm is my thing.”

“Is sincerity is mine?”

“Sigh.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I know,” Chihiro rolled his eyes and hovered closer. “I know because right after that, you laughed. I can’t believe I’m saying this but maybe Akashi really is the good one.”

“Huh, or neither of us are. I’m not sure what your definition of good is but for me, falling sick and still demanding to go to work is definitely not it.” Shuzo stared indifferently at the quickly closing distance, not moving an inch further or closer. Though he did close a hand over Chihiro’s as it questioned its place on Shuzo’s leg.

“Really.”

“Brat.” Shuzo agreed.

“No, I meant really. You’re saying this?” Chihiro said in a manner that clearly spoke: I know you and you know yourself and if you think you wouldn’t do the exact same thing, I’m totally going to punch you in the face – Shuzo recoiled and flashed a guilty smirk.

“Okay, like I said. Your poor judgement.”

“My judgement?” Chihiro scoffed, and with each word the distance between their noses seemed to decrease. “Your stupidity. If you and Akashi don’t die from sickness, you will from overwork and what will I do then? Actually we should really think about life insurance, remind me tomorrow. Peace aside, there’s got to be more good to come out of your deaths.”

Shuzo wanted to complain but the urge immediately ceased when he felt warm hands on his hips. “Was that your really tsundere way of saying you care?”

“Stop stealing my light novels and shut it. Forget I said anything.” And when Chihiro’s lips pressed against his, he’s more than happy to comply. The only time Chihiro’s eyes became expressive and more silver than the usual dull grey was when lips kissed lips and skin was on skin, and Shuzo always made sure to appreciate this fact by returning the enthusiasm vigorously.

He bit Chihiro’s lower lip harder than intended and received a stifled groan in response. He didn’t have to say sorry with the way the other gets revenge by digging nails into Shuzo’s exposed skin, hard enough to leave tiny crescent indents when they leave. Even entangled like this, quarrels were extended one way or another and physical retaliation was never out of the equation. At one point, Chihiro shifted so Shuzo was more on his lap than vice versa, feeling rough hands tug at his nape.

“I don’t steal your light novels.” Shuzo said after regaining his mouth and Chihiro frowned because what was the purpose of the kiss then, if he’s still not shutting up - “How is it stealing when you just leave them lying everywhere, stupid. Ringo-tan’s cute.”

“No, no. Do not make me relive my past trauma by saying the exact same thing Akashi said in third year.” Chihiro’s hands were warm where they rest curled at the small of Shuzo’s back. “The two of you don’t get to ruin Ringo-tan for me.”

“Alright fine, I’ll lay off your girlfriend. Speaking of,” Shuzo unplastered himself from Chihiro’s chest. “I’ll go get him some water.”

“Go then.”

“Let go.” He made a move to stand but Chihiro’s arms refused to budge around him. When he tried to take them apart, he’s met with more resistance. “Oi.”

“I change my mind, let him suffer.”

“Stop trying to prove you don’t have a heart,” Shuzo dully stated, pushing Chihiro back to successfully wriggle out of his hold. “We all know you do.”  

“I hate you.”

“You don’t.”

“You are annoying.” Chihiro followed him, grabbed the cup that was offered even though he doubted Seijuro had the strength to hold it up for himself.

“Yeah? Well so are you. So is Sei.” Shuzo tugged him along by the wrist. “And yet here you are, stuck with the both of us. Tough luck.”

*

“God.” Chihiro groaned hours later when he stepped into the room to witness Shuzo feeding Seijuro like a child. To do this, Shuzo had to be close enough to breathe in Seijuro’s sick particles and that did not sound good at all. Not when he, one, lived with these two bastards, two, had a 5000-word essay to submit next Monday, a personal preference to breathe without physically suffering and an alleviated nasty attitude to go.  

“What.” Shuzo said, sounding very insulted by his presence.

“This,” he said, pointing at the doorframe. “Is the line. All area on this side is quarantine and neither of you are allowed to cross it.”

“Then suffer when your ungrateful ass gets sick and no one’s there to nurse you back to health.” Shuzo pulled the glass back quickly as Seijuro started to cough, a large hand rubbing soothing circles into his lower back.

“Actually, I’m on this side of the line.” Chihiro said. “Meaning I won’t get sick, meaning I won’t need to be taken care of.”  

“I’m afraid you’ll need to vacate the whole apartment,” Seijuro said in the most dignified voice he could manage (it wasn’t very) before another nasty cough escaped him. “…For the full guarantee. Though there’s a high chance you’ve already been caught.”

There was the pitiful sight of a weakened Akashi Seijuro scratching the tip of his nose and sniffing. Chihiro has never seen him more human (to be fair, the memories of Seijuro writhing under him felt too illegal to be human).

“Sei,” Shuzo warned lowly.

Seijuro took the glass from him and set it on the table after a short silence. “Admittedly I haven’t been feeling up to par since Friday last week.”

That little…Chihiro felt the muscles in his forehead tighten in exasperation, he could see Shuzo fighting it off, too. No wonder it got so bad.

Shuzo hummed deceitfully sweet, “I’m going to flick your forehead.”

“Please don’t.”

He ended up not flicking any foreheads because Seijuro said please and that was always a hard thing to say no to. And while it was irritating knowing Seijuro had masked it for more than half a week, it was typical behavior for the brat. Admitting vulnerability now meant a big step from where he was a year ago. Also, he was down with the flu. There were just too many factors to take into account – no, Shuzo was not getting soft, definitely not.

“But Chihiro has a point,” Seijuro said. “This is - thank you, Shuzo, but you may not want to get too close to me right now.” 

“Shut up.” Shuzo crossed his arms and leaned back on his chair. “I want to take care of you so I’m taking care of you, okay? When was the last time anyone did anyway?”

“Ah.” Seijuro backtracked, glancing up at the ceiling. “The last time it was this bad was in senior high school, and my nanny did. She made me hot cocoa.”

“Right.” Shuzo confirmed, pinning Chihiro with his eyes before he could escape. “You there in quarantine, whip up some hot cocoa?”

“Excuse me?” Chihiro, happy about being momentarily forgotten, wondered for the second time tonight if he really deserved all this. “Why do I have to do it?”  

Shuzo stared. “We’ve been told not to cross the line?”

The glare Chihiro shot then was completely void of all compassion and sympathy and absolutely capable of physical slaughter. Unfortunately, the duo on the receiving end were freaks to society and were therefore immune. Seijuro coughed once to hide a chuckle, and that was enough for Chihiro to walk away unimpressed, thoroughly regretting his life choices.

(Later he came again, a mug in each hand.)

*

(He tried not to be too smug when Shuzo was bedridden a week later and Chihiro was perfectly fine.)