#they’re interrupted by megumi’s tummy growling

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thinking about y/n who somehow ends up time traveling back to 2006 and sees teen!gojo again. meeting him again is so humbling bc she realises that she has completely forgotten how much of a brat (or let’s say brattier brat than he is now) gojo was back then. nevertheless, she can’t help but want to smooch him bc he just looked so cute back then (she will never tell him that tho), and gets kind of sad thinking about everything he had to go through at his age.

once she’s back home, y/n can’t help but be a little clingy and give gojo some more cuddles and kisses while he just wonders how much she must have gone over his credit card limit to suddenly show him so much love

i know this is super late but i just watched the jjk s2 opening and it made me so emotional and made me think of this ask 😭😭😭

“damn,” gojo mutters as he pokes at the burnt mess meant to be pancakes.

“i’ll get your wallet,” megumi sighs from the table, where he and tsumiki have been sitting for the last fifteen minutes with empty plates.

one day he’ll conquer breakfast, but not today. so he quickly grabs his keys, hoping he can sneak out before—

he winces when the bedroom door opens and you step out, looking very troubled. no doubt due to the the smell of smoke setting into the apartment.

“babe,” he chuckles nervously as you make a beeline for him, a deep frown on your lips. he backs up until he hits the counter, waving his hands in front of him. “it wasn’t my fault, i swear! it’s these supposedly non-stick pans! they’re a sca—”

he barely manages to catch you when you lunge forward, wrapping your arms around him and immediately burying your face in his chest.

confused and almost too scared to move, he rests a hand atop your head, slowly securing an arm around your waist.

once he has his arm around you, he feels you sink into him with a deep sigh.

“you’re a frickin miracle, you know that?” you mutter, prompting him to glance down at you, moving the hand atop your head to cup your cheek, testing your temperature.

“…are you feeling okay?”

“yeah,” you send him a small nod. “i had this weird dream last night, and it reminded me that even with everything that happened when we were younger, everything that happened to you— you came out amazing. the man that you are and have always been…you’re a miracle, satoru.”

he’ll have to ask you about this dream later, because whatever it was had you gazing up at him misty eyed and clinging to him like you never wanted to let go. it must have really shaken you. you’ve only ever made sappy proclamations like this before he opened his credit card statement.

but for now he’ll kiss your forehead and tell you, “takes one to know one, right?”