two of hearts…
synopsis. gojo begs you to not leave him after sugurus rampage
characters/pairings. highschool satoru gojo x highschool fem! reader
genre. angst, fluff
tw. none
a/n. highschool gojo always has me bawling my eyes out. inspired by staceyq’s song “two of hearts” <33
you’re currently sitting on an empty chair inside a classroom of jujutsu tech.
the pitter-patter of the rain outside the open window fills your scent and ears. droplets of rain falling off of the beautiful green trees and colorful flowers. the chilly air nips at you through your long sleeved uniform.
the serene sight is a drastic difference from the apprehensive tension in the room.
you had just told satoru you want to resign from jujutsu tech.
after geto went on a rampage about killing all non-shamans — it spurred a realization in your mind
you don’t want to live like this. you don’t want to die a death that you know won’t even make a dent of change in the jujutsu world. it wasn’t worth it. you’re only 16, a teenager. you should be out shopping and talking gossip with friends. not fighting till you drop dead.
but once you told satoru these thoughts…he didn’t handle it well.
“what do you mean y/n!?” he practically jumps off of his chair.
“i just said it satoru…i don’t wanna live like this…,” your voice cracks from desperation.
“seriously…you can’t just back out now!” he stomps toward your desk and slams his hands into the surface — looking at you over his glasses angrily. his beautiful blues are sight for sore eyes but the piercing gaze cuts deep.
“yeah i can, there’s no contract that keeps us here.” you look down at the desk with tired somber eyes.
“i can’t believe you y/n…what are you gonna do after you leave then huh!?”
“i wanna be normal…,” you furrow your eyebrows in anger — standing up from your desk while slamming your hands down, right in front of satorus.
“i wanna be a normal school girl with friends, i wanna go shopping and talk about boys! i wanna get a job, and travel places! i wanna go to concerts and have fun! i wanna live my goddamn life!!” you shout the last sentence with frustration and pain in your voice.
satoru is taken aback. his eyes widened and mouth slightly opened and stifles a few steps away. the tension in the room stiffened ten times more than before. you huff out while looking out the window, holding your arms from the cold and frustration.
“y/n…”
you continue staring outside. you hear footsteps coming toward you. you feel the hesitation radiating off of satoru.
“i’m sorry….” you turn to face him. he took his glasses off. bright blues full of emotion — full of sorrow and guilt, stare right back at you.
“it’s okay…I’m just so…tired..” you sigh out.
“i know…i just…i don’t know,” he sighs while running his hand through his hand mindlessly.
“…satoru i knew you’d be upset but…why this much? no offense but, you let suguru go off a lot easier compared to what you’re doing right now..” you question hesitantly.
“i…i uhm, don’t know…” he says quietly like a small child, avoiding your gaze.
“whatever it is, you’re really making it a lot harder…do you really think i don’t feel awful about this?” your voice cracks again — hearing it coming out of your own mouth make you want to break down and cry.
your hands travel to your waist, holding yourself as you try to look in every direction but satoru. you bring your hands up to your face, covering your mouth while inhaling sharply. he just stared at the ground, clenching his fists. silence enveloped the room for a minute before you broke the silence.
“…i…i should go now…” you whisper anxiously while wiping the tears prickling at your eyes. you grab your bag, slinging it on your shoulder while walking past satoru quickly.
a step after you walked past him, a hand wraps around your wrist roughly, stopping you from walking any further —- basically yanking you back.
“wh-what…?” you say with a breathy sigh. turning to look at the boy.
“…you’re not fucking leaving.” he says firmly, almost angrily while towering over you. his intense eyes burning into yours. your eyes widen from the sudden hostility — his attitude shifted completely, you’ve never seen satoru act this way before.
he notices the widening and startledness in your eyes and immediately regrets the action.
“…i’m sorry,” he lets go of your wrist and takes a step back.
“i just…i don’t want you to leave…” he looks at the ground somberly.
“i know…you’ve made that very clear….” you look to the side of where satoru stands while clutching the strap of your bag. silence overtakes the room again before he speaks.
“…please…” he whispers softly.
you quirk an apprehensive eyebrow, turning your head to look at him, wondering what he means.
“…please y/n,” he brings his head up and looks into your eyes. they’re filled with sadness and determination —- shining and glistening with so much emotion. you’ve never seen him like this before, you’re not sure if anyone has. you’re taken aback from all the vulnerability he’s showing you by his own will. how would the higher-ups and his enemies react to the strongest sorcerer crumpling into tears and desperation — begging?
“…please don’t leave….”
he takes half a step toward you and holds your forearms gently. your eyes widen in absolute shock at the following motion he makes.
he slowly fell to his knees, his hands coming down as well, holding the backs of your knees. tears prickle and form in his bright cerulean eyes as he looks up at you.
“…i need you y/n, don’t leave me too…”
he pleads with his voice cracking, little streams of tears pouring out of his beautiful eyes.
your eyes are wide in disbelief. the world's strongest sorcerer, satoru gojo, is currently on his knees, begging you to stay with him.
you feel hot guilt tightening your throat. tears burning and prickling in your eyes. a small choked sob he lets out is all it takes for you to break. hot tears pour out of your eyes like a dam that’s broken. sobs fall out of your mouth.
you slowly fall to your knees, sitting on your legs as your bag slips off your shoulder. you cup his tear-stained wet cheeks before enveloping him in a tight warm hug.
he immediately reciprocates, holding you tightly as if you’ll disappear as soon as he lets go. you both sob into each other’s shoulders, never wanting to let go.
you feel his heartbeat pumping at the same pace as yours against your chest. as if they were one.
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Fav songs 80s-2000s vibesੈ✩‧₊˚
1- Miki matsubara - Stay with me
2- StaceyQ - Two of hearts (I recommend speed up version)
3- Plasterbrain - Nimbasa core
4- Caramella girls - Caramelldansen
5- Lucky twice - I'm so lucky (I recommend speed up version)
6- Kyary Pamyu Pamyu - Fashion monster
7- Kyary Pamyu Pamyu - Ponponpon
8- Laura Branigan - Self control
9- Meiko nakahara - Fantasy
10- Rah band - Messages from the star (I recommend speed up version)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⇌ ♡ ≡ ◁ Ⅱ ▷ ⟲
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Have a nice trip with these songs, don't forget to put on your headphones, close your eyes and travel back in time!
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* When this track came out (in like 86) anyhow I remember dating this preppy girl in High School who would sing this song, but would mistakenly sing “Two Pop Tarts” which once I heard I couldn’t unhear and to this day, that is what I hear, when I hear this track. She ruined it. lol But she was cute and tall with long legs, so you know it was ok... for a bit anyways.
Happy Birthday. Today, Nov 30, 1958 – #StaceyQ, American pop singer-songwriter, dancer and actress was born.
( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stacey_Q )
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«REALIZATION» (A Spotify Playlist)
Monday night, sitting at Tompkins Square Park enjoying the night air: A woman and a man at a nearby bench sit within the periphery of the Hare Krishna tree. She takes pictures of the moon with a SLR camera, which she carefully places in a cart after use. Her friend plays freestyle records on a Bluetooth speaker and conjures dance moves. Gestures with the hands in time to the music…robotic moves… I travel to the Paradise Garage on a Friday night.
I figure it’s time to go back to the Ranch, so I start walking. When I open the door it’s 11:01 p.m.: I feel inspired to put together a playlist, thinking of freestyle, Lady Gaga’s Chromatica album, and 1987—they year I arrived in New York City.
This playlist then emerges, featuring Lady Gaga, Stacey Q, Giggles, Nice & Wild, Naked Eyes (with Madonna as guest vocalist in a Jellybean remix), New Order, Depeche Mode, Strafe, Adonis, and Cynthia & Johnny O.
I listen to it last night in exactly the same place and position as this drawing by Dan Romer of a photo by Van taken at his house in Ocean Grove. I am transported to a place of connection…the lighting and thunder aligns with each portal I cross… The wind blows, the chimes ring…
In the illustration, I’m wearing a tie-dye tee from the L Train Vintage and Slinky Brand pedal-pusher nylon stretch pants Kelly found at the trading post in his building.
Cover art by Dan Romer.
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Happy Birthday. Today, Nov 30, 1958 – #StaceyQ, American pop singer-songwriter, dancer and actress was born.
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stacey_Q)
* I remember dating this preppy girl in High School who would sing this song, but would mistakenly sing “Two Pop Tarts” which once I heard I couldn’t unhear and to this day, that is what I hear, when I hear this track. She ruined it. lol But she was cute, so it was ok.
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