#yuji snippet

[elliewrites77]

Uncle!Sukuna 6.5

this is not a part 7! this is just a lil snippet to show the day that reader and Yuji had together while Sukuna and Choso were at the mall (in part 6). I hope you enjoy <3

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As soon as Choso and Sukuna pulled away, Yuji rushed into your living room to get started on the finishing touches of his project. You followed with a laugh, joining him on the floor in front of the couch. The poster board was laid out, covered in images of different people.

It had surprised you when you first saw the pictures of you and of Choso on the board, making you tear up when you realized he considered you and your son important to him. You had quickly come to care about the pink haired boy, just as you had his uncle, so you felt honored.

The two of you got to work making the project more "artsy" and adding the last few details about each person presented and why they were there. Yuji's handwriting wasn't the best yet, so you did most of that (all his words though). He was filled with excitement as he told you about what each person meant to him.

When he spoke about his parents, he talked about how his mama made the best cookies, and had the prettiest voice when she sang. He talked about how his dad told the best stories, always coming up with the coolest hero's.

It wasn't the first time you had heard the boy talk about his parents. But it was the first time that you saw his grin dim while he did. You understood, you knew it was hard to handle, especially when he was so young.

"Yuji, honey, I know that things might be...hard right now, and I can't...can't really do anything to make that stop. But I want you to know that no matter what you need, I'm always here. Your uncle and Choso are too. I want you to know that you'll never be alone, okay?" You spoke softly, rubbing his hair fondly.

He was silent for a moment, playing with the glue.

"I know, miss y/n..thank you." He says. The grateful smile he gives you just reminds you how mature he is already. A bittersweet thing, surely.

The conversation quickly turned back to a lighter tone, both of you working together to make the project as presentable and "cool looking" as possible (according to Yuji). You let him take the reigns, watching him cover the white parts of the board in red and blue, smiling as he told you (again) about why Spiderman was the coolest superhero.

As the project comes to a finish and you both move away to let the glue dry, you watch as he stares at the pictures, his young eyes glancing between his parents. You see how sad he looks, and it makes sense. He talks about his family often, so it's not like that's new. But this project gave him the opportunity to hunt for pictures of them, gave him a reason to talk about them even more, to talk about what they mean to him. Now that it was over, you imagined he felt he wouldn't have a reason to do that anymore, not that he actually needed one.

So you stood up, bones cracking as you stretched, and gave him a smile.

"How about we leave that to set so we don't mess anything up, and make some cookies while we wait for Sukuna and Choso to get home?" You suggest. You watch the way his eyes light up at the mention on baking, and he quickly stands and runs towards the kitchen. You chuckled, amused by the fact that he could never sit still.

Following him, you start getting out the things needed to make the cookies, getting enough to make two or three batches. You knew the boys would devour them, and Sukuna would probably sneak a handful too, so you figured it was smart to have plenty. While you did that, Yuji ran off to find a speaker, running in to the kitchen with his signature large grin and placing it on the counter. You connected your phone, giving it to him to pick some music while you started prepping.

Yuji danced around as he 'helped' get the cookies ready, though he did more dancing than anything. Off tune singing, and the smell of cookies being baked filled your kitchen, wide smiles on both of your faces. His excitement didn't wane, even after the first batch was laid out to cool, and the second was in the oven. You admired his energy, though it was hard to keep up. He hardly stopped moving, and if he wasn't singing and dancing around, he was hoping from place to place around the kitchen. You had to keep an eye on him every time he went around the corner of the counter, not wanting him to get near the oven and get hurt. You redirected him by spinning him around, laughing along with him each time he got a little dizzy from it.

You were glad you could give him a moment like this, knowing the six year old needed and deserved to be carefree and happy, to forget about the grief even for a little.

When the second batch is almost ready to be pulled out, you and Yuji are singing along to one of the songs, Yuji pretending to play a drum (which he learned to do from Choso). The sound of footsteps get your attention, and your smile only grows when you see your son.

As the four of you get settled into the evening together, you can't help but hope that you and Choso get to be a part of more of those happy moments, for both Sukuna and Yuji.

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Here's the little snippet of Yuji and reader! Sorry it's short, but since it's just a snippet, I didn't worry about length. I hope you guys like it, and I do plan to do more on the dynamics of reader & yuji, reader & choso, reader & sukuna, and the same with sukuna. lmk what you think, feedback is always appreciated and helps me improve, and Part 7 will be out soon!

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[kentuckyfriedmegumi]

happy monday

here’s another snippet of my upcoming #itafushi long fic, skinny dipping (water under the bridge) ❤️

[aburningconstellation]

just posted a new one shot & this is i think my favorite passage — megumi deserves his chance to be the sun too !!!!!

[hibiscuslegacy]

This was going to be part of the second chapter of Take a Shot for New Beginnings but I got sidetracked and then ended up rewriting everything I had but decided it'd be fun to post it here. I'm probably going to incorporate it in the future, though, because I think it's a fun scene, though it needs to be polished. It took me over a year to finish the second chapter and I didn't even use any of the stuff I had been working on 😭😭

Though this portion isn't included in the story on ao3, I figure I should link it here (be warned, i don't have a beta reader and i am sleep deprived): Take a Shot for New Beginnings

working title: as good a reason

fandom: JuJutsu Kaisen

Ship: Sukuna x Gojo

Rated: General

Snippet of old the abandoned chap/future chap:

Tsumiki, Megumi, and Yuji had gotten back from their field trip about an hour ago. Satoru had finished looking over the kids’ homework and made a few mental notes regarding which problems to correct with them.

In order to complete the task in relative peace, Satoru had convinced the kids to join him in hounding Sukuna about how strong he was. The three kids were sitting on Sukuna’s back as they counted how many push-ups he did. It really didn’t take as much convincing as it should have, but Sukuna had been in a pleasant mood and had seemingly forgotten how much the kids enjoyed annoying him.

“You didn’t go all the way down,” Megumi accused the tattooed man. Satoru knew Sukuna either didn’t go all the way down on purpose or Megumi had decided he was wronged by Sukuna in some way.

“We gotta start over now,” Yuji chirped with a smile. He was gleefully kicking his legs back and forth as Sukuna continued on with the push-ups. Satoru wondered what the highest number they’d gotten to before losing count was.

“You brats are cleaning this entire bar!” Sukuna grunted out but still continued on with the push-ups. His exposed skin glistened with sweat, making the tattoos that adorned his body appear more prominent against the tan flesh. The muscle-shirt he wore was likely drenched in sweat but the three children on Sukuna’s back blocked Satoru from getting a good view from behind the bar.

“How many push-ups did he get to?” Satoru asked as he walked around the bar top and made his way over to the group.

The three children began a chorus of “ummmmm”s while tilting their heads this way and that.

“A hundred hundred!” Tsumiki declared as she got off of Sukuna’s back when the man lowered his body. She ran to Satoru, who lifted her up and settled the girl on his hip.

“A hundred hundred?” Satoru gasped out. “That must be a new record!”

“Yeah, a record!” Yuji readily agreed. Sukuna fully lowered to the ground and turned onto his side, effectively forcing the two off of his back. The two kids looked at each other before they both decided to flop over Sukuna’s side; the man simply rolled over and pinned the two children onto the floor.

Raising his hand high, Sukuna brought it against the floor three times, his deep voice announcing each number, “One! Two! Three!”

Tsumiki was giggling in Satoru’s ear while Yuji quickly wiggled his way out and argued his shoulders didn’t touch the floor, and Megumi glared at the ceiling, even after Sukuna got up.

“Damn brats,” Sukuna grumbled as he sat at the bar. Pointing at Tsumiki and Gojo, “That includes you.”

Faking a gasp and clutching his chest, Satoru said, “How could you call us such a terrible thing?! Are you saying we don’t deserve to be spoiled?”

“Honesty is a terrible thing,” Sukuna replied calmly.

“Parading such terrible lies as the truth is even worse,” Satoru replied. “We are sweet and innocent angels that deserve to be spoiled.”

“Yeah!” Yuji shouted out as he ran up to Satoru and grabbed onto his pant leg. “Uncle Suku’s a meanie!”

Finally getting up off the floor, Megumi joined the conversation, “He’s just mad we didn’t let him cheat.”

[sessakag]

Sukuna Snippet #2

Sukuna: Hey brat, did you know the only reason you exist is because Kenjaku fucked your dad with your mom's body?

Yuji: ......

Sukuna: Oh, almost forgot, happy birthday nephew.

Snippets: 1

[birdhousematerial]

Small snippets of Chapter Three! It's a flashback from before they broke up, but then it's right back to awkward Itafushi angst after this. Which, I am kinda enjoying writing them this way, especially all the yearning on Megumi's end. Yuji though... need him to get a grip.

Also, Sukuna shows up this chapter :3

This story is so messy and dramatic, but very fun to write and I'm excited to wrap this chapter up and get it out. We're starting to get some more context to everything!

Also, I have some flashback chapters planned for key points in the story, so we're going to get even more backstory to Yuji and Megumi's relationship, and also Megumi and Tsumiki's childhood.

[fluffy-bacon363]

Itafushi hurt/comfort

A snippet I am working on for itafushi week on Twitter.

Yuji is releasing all his piled up feelings in the shower

[milkshakestogo]

In which Yuji declares himself an ally

Jujutsu Kaisen | T | Post-Canon AU/Teacher Yuji | Completed | AO3

Pondering alone hurt his head, so he found Nobara in her classroom marking up student essays, her face pinched.

"I don't remember having real homework when I attended. Kill curses, rinse, and repeat," she grumbled. When Yuji didn't immediately respond, she looked up from her work. "Spit it out. I can hear you thinking from here."

As Yuji vomited out his worries, the creased lines of Nobara's face smoothed. She shrugged away his concerns. "They're kids. Sometimes you talk shit and get stabbed with a fork. It happens. Hardly the warning signs of a serial killer."

Yuji knew this was as far as the conversation would go. For some inexplicable reason, she was fond of Sukuna, meaning most of Yuji's concerns were met with an eye roll.

On his way out, she called after him. "You know, you could just get to know him. He's practically a big baby."

He should not have let those words eat away at him. Then Yuji wouldn't be in his current predicament: stuffed uncomfortably in the unused counselor's office with Sukuna across from him looking overly large and squished in the rickety chair. Since it was after school, he'd switched out of his designated Problem Child uniform into jeans and a black band-tee that was far too modern for Yuji to recognize.

Yuji shifted in his seat, shoulders brushing against either wall. Minutes ticked by without a word, both eyeing each other. Sukuna fidgeted with something on his wrist; a woven black bracelet, by the looks of it. The kind Yuji had seen on Nobara.

"So…" Yuji trailed off.

Sukuna lifted his head. "Am I in trouble?"

"No, nothing like that. As your teacher, I thought I should… check in?" Yuji cringed at the way his voice raised at the end. He hadn't meant it to come off as a question. "You know, get to know you."

"Get to know me," Sukuna said flatly. He leaned forward, placing his palms on either knee, and Yuji leaned back instinctually. "Did that hag put you up to this?" At Yuji's bewildered look, he clarified, "The nosy, one-eyed freak."

A sharp laugh escaped Yuji, which he quickly hid with a cough. "Not at all. Well, kinda, but I'm not reporting to her if that's what you're asking."

Sukuna leaned back, all four eyes narrowed. "Fine. What do you want to know? You don't want to talk about feelings do you?"

"God no." A shudder passed through both of them. "As long as you're fine with the semester. Starting high school and all that."

"Same old same old."

"Good good." Yuji rapped his knuckles against the edge of the desk. He'd left the door open, but the closet office had an unbearable stuffiness. "Play any good games?"

"I don't game."

"Right. What do you do exactly?"

Instead of answering, Sukuna turned slightly in his seat, eyeing the open door behind him that led out to the staff room. Perhaps he was calculating how fast he would have to run to make it out of the lounge before Yuji caught up with him. The calculation couldn't have been in his favor because he settled back in his seat with a sigh.

"I read. Books, manga, whatever." His shoulders hunched as he picked at a loose thread on the knee of his jeans. With the way his head was angled, the overhead light caught on Sukuna's face and Yuji spied the small gauge in his ear. Who had approved that?

"Anything I'd recognize?"

Something in Yuji felt monumentally small as Sukuna gave him a once-over. He snorted. "Doubt it."

Okay. Ow. Just then, the lilt of girlish giggles floated through an open window in the staff room and the gears working Yuji's mouth spun faster than he could interpret. "What about girls?"

Sukuna closed his two bottom eyes as he tilted to look up at the ceiling. Hastily, Yuji added, "Or boys." His breath hitched as he chuckled. Balling his hand into a fist, he pumped it in the air. "Go rainbow."

Sukuna lowered his head. The look he sent seared Yuji's soul. "Can I leave?"

And Yuji, feeling very overdone, nodded.

Later that evening, Yuji waited ten minutes for Nobara to stop laughing after he recounted the exchange. They were at a random izakaya temporarily overtaken by rowdy college kids, so Nobara's temporary hysteria didn't draw a single curious glance, save for the pleasant-faced grandmas who cast indulgent smiles as they sipped their sake. Yuji pouted into his mug.

"Holy shit," she gasped out between giggles. "Were you always this socially inept?"

[chuluoyi]

✎ wife

- gojo satoru x reader

in which the new batch of first years are unaware that their eccentric teacher's wife is the pretty woman roaming the school grounds

genre: fluff, crack, gojo being a silly little menace as always, yuji and nobara are confused, an attempt at humor, lovesick gojo, mention of breastfeeding

note: it’s so silly but i had fun writing this! based on a request by anon (thank you!) but i tweaked it a bit and partly inspired by this fanart. reader is also a teacher at jujutsu high and has a baby with gojo—loosely a continuation of protect

a part of gojo's love entries

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"Take that off immediately!"

"Kyaaah~! Yuji is here, you pervert!"

Yuji was a laughing mess. Megumi and Nobara collectively sighed. Nanami attempted to retrieve his once-immaculate suit, now a crumpled mess, from the one and only Gojo Satoru, who found humor in stealing his signature attire and impersonating the stern-faced Nanami in front of his fresh batch of first years.

"He is incorrigible," Nobara grumbled, her eyes slitting. They said that he was a strong sorcerer, possibly the strongest there was, but she found it really hard to believe.

Megumi threw her a deadpan stare. With many years of putting up with this kind of antics under his belt, he pitied her for not knowing that this was far from the worst. "Yeah, he is."

"How does anyone ever put up with him?"

That was actually a good question. "We don't..." Megumi paused, recalling each and every occasion where he tried to do so. "His wife is probably the only one who can."

Nobara sputtered, spinning towards him. "What the—wife? That annoying man has an actual, living, breathing wife?"

"Who? Gojo-sensei?" Yuji chimed in, jumping into the conversation, leaving the supposedly two adults in their catfight. Nanami was still clawing to get his suit back, and Gojo continued to giggle and evade him, playfully running away.

Nobara scoffed. "I bet the woman just married him for the money. He comes from prestigious clan, yes? That must be it."

Yuji felt his eyes would pop out of its sockets. "What are you talking about, Kugisaki!? What woman—"

"Shut up, Itadori! Don't be too loud!"

Nobara and Yuji's unharmonious ruckus irritated Megumi to the bone, and he decided that the best course of action now was to leave them all in the dust. With a glare and a shake of his head, he stalked away.

And thus the two new first years were left with half-truths that would lead them into a major misadventure later that day—

—which happened when they spotted Nanami with you, whom they were still unfamiliar with.

They were convinced that Gojo’s wife must be some sort of boring tramp eyeing his wealth and not this positively radiant, mature woman, and so ruling that possibility out, they positively swooned at the sight before them.

"He's irresponsible, egotistical—" snippets of Nanami's frustrated words conveyed enough to paint a picture of Gojo's character. He was definitely ranting about Gojo to you.

"Is that Nanamin's wife?" Yuji mused, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. "She is so pretty..."

"They... look cute together," Nobara hummed with dreamy eyes, and then looked at Yuji sharply. "And yes, she's indeed pretty, but know your place, Itadori!"

"I know!"

Based on how the two of you interacted, they concluded that you must have been close, with the way Nanami visibly relaxed around you, and not as formal as he was with anyone else. They highly suspected that the two of you were married, as you wore a ring, which was the ultimate sign.

"And how's the baby?" Nanami asked then, directing the question to you with a smile on his face, prompting surprised gasps from both Yuji and Nobara.

You were glowing, to say the least, and when you let out a small giggle at his question, even both students couldn't miss the way your expression exuded pure happiness. "He is well. Ah, I really wanted to bring him along too, but he was a little messy after eating so I left him at home. You can see him later…"

Yuji gaped. "So it's true..."

"Oh my gosh... and they have a baby." Nobara almost squealed.

And that sealed it. The headline of the day: Nanami is married to this stunning woman wandering the school grounds.

So imagine their utter shock when the second time they found you, you were with Gojo, and he was shamelessly snogging you in the hallway.

“Why are you here?” Gojo was breathless after the soul-sucking kiss he smothered you. His tone remained playful yet carried a clear undertone of concern. "You're still on maternity leave. I'll make sure Yaga knows that."

“Satoru,” you whined, and the use of his given name made Yuji and Nobara gasp in disbelief. “I’m perfectly okay and I don’t need to breastfeed anymore. I should start getting back to work.”

Nobara seemed to finally understand the implication. But Yuji didn’t. His mind flitting from one scandalous idea to another—

Gojo-sensei seducing Nanamin’s wife? Nanamin’s wife cheating on him with Gojo-sensei?

In the brief period he spent with Gojo, Yuji realized that he didn't exactly have a reputation for decency. So despite himself, he could only muster up this one word: “Homewrecker. Homewrecker!”

Yuji’s shriek took all three of you by surprise, and now both you and Gojo were aware of his presence.

“You absolute idiot,” Nobara hissed, face-palming.

“Oh, Yuji? Nobara?” Gojo genially asked, his concern towards you quickly dissolved into a meaningful smirk on his face. “And what do you mean by—?”

Yuji yelped. “You! You are! You’re trying to seduce Nanamin’s wife!”

Silence. Gojo’s eyes twitched beyond his blindfold. You blinked. Nobara wanted to save herself from the second-hand embarrassment. And his loud voice caught the attention of Megumi too, who was close by.

“You seem to be mistaken. First of all, Nanami isn’t married,” Gojo said with a strained voice, maintaining his smile. He then gestured at you, showing you off with pride. “And this here, is my wife.”

“Y-your wife?!” Yuji exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger. “H-how?! I saw her with Nanamin! Talking about a baby—”

“That would be my baby.”

“But how?!”

“Yuji, do you want me to give you a crash course in baby-making—”

“Satoru!”

You sent him a glare and turned to the young first years with a smile. "You must be the new first years? I’m Y/N, and I’m in charge of the second years.” You gestured towards your husband. “And please, ignore most things he says. He’s a bit crass, and if you ever feel he's harassed you, don't hesitate to report it to me."

“Wifey! How could you!”

“Shut up, Satoru! You’re embarrassing yourself!”

“What are you doing here?” Megumi inquired with a deep frown, getting between Yuji and Nobara as they stared at Gojo in total bewilderment.

Yuji exclaimed in disbelief, pointing at you. “Fushiguro! Gojo-sensei’s wife is a beauty!”

“…I know that already.”

Nobara whipped her head towards him. "You knew?! Since when?!"

“They… took me in.”

“THEY WHAT?!”

Gojo grinned at their chorus of surprise. “And what a fine boy he turns out to be, eh?”

Megumi scowled, but Gojo wasn’t bothered at all. If anything, what offended him was—

"What makes you think my dear wife here belongs to Nanami instead of me?" he joked with a mock scoff, earning an eye roll from you.

Nobara and Yuji blurted out their thoughts simultaneously.

“They look good together?”

“Nanamin is dependable?”

Gojo gasped dramatically, one hand flying to his mouth. "So, not only do I not look good with her, but I also don't seem dependable enough?" He turned to you with the most aghast expression. “Tell me that isn’t true—”

You shot him a withering look, deadpanning, “Actually, you might be.”

And Gojo clutched his chest, letting out an anguished cry.

Epilogue

“Satoru… come on, you know I was joking.”

Your dramatic ass of a husband had his head on your lap, hugging your torso tight. The pout on his face hadn’t faded a bit ever since he was done with his class, and now on your marital bed, he was clinging to you with all of his might.

He shook his head petulantly, clicking his tongue. “You’ve embarrassed me in front of my students. You’re so mean!”

You sighed. “I’m sure you have made a fool out of yourself far often. This is insignificant.”

“Hmph! How could you say that?! I don't care if it's me, but I can't believe that it's coming from you! I shower you with my undivided love each and every day!”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Somehow seeing him like this made your heart lurch. He reminded you so much of your baby boy who was sleeping right in the next room that you couldn't resist smiling and pinching his cheeks.

“Okay, okay. My husband is handsome, looks good with me and definitely someone I can rely on,” you relented, and like a lightbulb going off, Satoru suddenly beamed so wide that you were certain his cheeks hurt.

“That’s more like it! Now, now, there’s only one way that can prove how responsible I am! Let me just fill you up with another baby—”

You smacked him on the head.

[justauthoring]

naturally [4b]

you fit into their little family perfectly - naturally. -> in which yuji wants his mom (a two part snippet)

a/n: yall i just finished omori for the first time and i am an emotional wreck omg also imma try to get a little christmas snippet out for this series (hopefully lol no promises)!

pairing: nanami kento x f!reader, itadori yuji x f!reader (platonic)

“So, what did you want to do tonight, Yuji-kun?”

There’s a brief pause, no more than a second, then; “watch a movie.”

It causes a small laugh to bubble out of your throat. “Watch a movie? That’s all?” His brows furrow at your words, and kneeling to reach his height properly, you offer a smile. “We have the whole apartment to ourselves. We can do anything. Are you sure you only want to watch a movie?”

Yuji pouts, and instantly the smile fades from your lips in concern. “Yuji-kun?”

His little hands twist in front of him, eyes falling to his feet as his cheeks warm, obviously embarrassed. You’re just not sure at what.

Reaching forward, you lightly brush back his pink, unruly hair, pulling it out of his face so you can see him better. Your warm touch is enough to pull his eyes on you, head tilting back up, the apples of his cheeks still a cute, rosy red, as he hesitates.

“You can tell me, Yuji-kun. It’s okay.”

His lips part, and he struggles for a moment to get the words out. The whole situation is so unlike Yuji that you’re not sure what to say or act–the boy was usually boisterous and loud and confident in every little thing that he said or did. He was the type of kid that didn’t often let others bring him down and you’re not quite sure you’ve ever seen him act so shy before.

“Watching… watching movies with you is my favourite thing.”

Oh.

Oh. 

The smile that curls onto your lips is hard to deny, and you feel yourself burst with warmth as his words register in your mind.

Yuji wasn’t a particularly hard kid to get along with. Despite only being five, he was easy to talk to and was nonchalant in a way that he’d usually just go with the flow without a fuss. Like every kid, he had his moments but ninety-nine percent of the time, he was easy-going in a way that made taking care of a kid you had realistically no idea how to take care of quite easy. 

Yuji was all that but you still struggled to wonder what more you could do.

You didn’t want it to just be easy because it was–you wanted to connect with him in some sort of way. A way that, perhaps, a mother naturally does when she has a child. But Yuji wasn’t your child and you’d never had one, so you didn’t have that natural instinct or that natural connection. You had to earn it, and you didn’t mind that at all but you weren’t sure how.

But hearing him say that?

Saying that he had something he loved doing with you? Only you… well it was enough to make you cry.

Moving your hand to cup Yuji’s cheek, you smile brightly at the point, forcing the tears (tears of happiness) that threaten to fall back–you didn’t want to worry the poor boy after all–and nod. “Okay, Yuji-kun,” you hum, “let’s watch a movie.”

And that’s what you do.

You let him pick the first one without a fuss, a light-hearted childrens movie of course, simply happy to just be there. And as you both settle into the couch for the first movie, a plate of Yuji’s favourite food (rice with some noodles) on a tray in front of you both, the two of you sit in comfortable silence, offering some light commentary on the movie to which he does the same. When the first movie is over, you take a brief pause to clean up the dishes and tidy up and of course, Yuji helps you.

Then, as you settle down for the second movie, the movement of Yuji sinking into your side is done without words. He’s silent as he shuffles over to you on the couch, moving your arm so he can rest his head on your shoulder. You watch him with parted lips and wide eyes, until that same beaming smile from before curls onto your lips and you let yourself ease, wrapping your arm around him in return.

You both stay like that for the entire movie.

Half way through the third one, you chance a glance at the clock, seeing how late it is. Nanami said he didn’t mind keeping Yuji up later for the evening if you wanted, given he didn’t have daycare the next day and you’d promised Yuji he could stay up as late as wanted. But Nanami should be home soon and a quick glance down at Yuji tells you he’s getting sleepy even if he tries to deny it.

His head keeps drooping, falling against your side before he quickly picks it up and his eyes look heavy, threatening to fall shut any moment.

With a quiet hum, you pull Yuji’s attention on you; “do you wanna go to bed?”

His eyes fall on you, panicked; “no, wanna finish the movie.”

And despite your better judgement, you nod, agreeing. But, of course, twenty minutes later, he’s fallen asleep against you and you let out a light laugh as you pause the movie once more. You should tuck him into bed if you don’t want him to wake up with a kink in his neck the next morning, so, shifting with effort not to disrupt the small boy, you scoop him into your arms, letting his head rest against your shoulder. He stays asleep because Yuji’s always been a heavy sleeper, and so you make the short walk over to his bedroom, keeping the lights off in favour of not startling him in any way.

You’re gentle as you set him on the bed, pulling the sheets back and then tucking them securely over his small body. You pull his blanket all the way to his chin, tucking the blanket around him to make sure he doesn’t get cold throughout the night.

Once you’re satisfied, you move to leave, before pausing. Your eyes fall on him once more, taking in the peaceful expression on his face as he sleeps away, and think back to the many times you’ve watched Nanami tuck him into bed at night.

Your body moves on its own, hating the thought of Yuji going to bed thinking he isn’t loved, letting your lips press against his forehead gently as you hum out a soft; “goodnight, Yuji…”

And then, as you’re pulling away, you hear, just faintly, Yuji let out a breathless whisper of; “goodnight, mum…”

Your eyes widen, body freezing. Your gaze flickers to him, thinking he must’ve said the words half asleep, probably thinking it was his actual mother tucking him to bed, but as your eyes meet his, you’re surprised to see his eyes, albeit still tired, staring back at you with a small smile on his face.

He reaches out, grabbing your hand with his small one before pushing himself up, enough so that he can press a kiss against your forehead. “I love you,” he mumbles, voice muffled with sleep, before he lets himself fall back, still smiling as his eyes fall shut once more, his chest rising and falling with even breaths.

You stay there, stunned, for a moment more before the distinctive sound of the front door opening catches your attention, snapping you out of your stupor. You chance a quick glance Yuji’s way again, making sure he’s settled comfortably in bed and still asleep, before you’re pushing yourself up completely, slipping out of his room and letting the door shut behind you quietly.

It’s all a blur as you quickly rush to the front kitchen, where Nanami now is, shoes and jacket off, obviously having been searching for you or Yuji. His eyes fall on you with a blink as you come bounding towards him, the gentle greeting on the tip of his tongue pausing when he sees the tears in your eyes.

Instantly, concern floods his gaze.

“Love?” He calls out, panicked, rushing towards you as he glances around, as if in search for what’s wrong, hands falling on your waist as he brushes back your hair. “What happened? Are you okay? Is Yuji–”

But then you’re smiling–a bright, beaming smile that fills your entire face and leaves Nanami breathless.

“Y/N?”

You grasp his hands in your own, tightly; “he called me mom!”

Nanami’s lips part, before his eyes widen, your words processing in his mind. “Yuji?”

You nod, eagerly. “I was tucking him into bed and I know you usually kiss his forehead goodnight, so I did the same not wanting him to feel unloved going to bed. And as I was pulling away, he whispered ‘goodnight, mom’ in return. At first I thought he might’ve been half asleep, not thinking, but then his eyes were open and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against my own forehead,” you touch the stop with your hands, dazed. “And told me he loved me.”

You realize you’re rambling, your words tampering off towards the end as you turn to meet Nanami’s eyes.

He’s smiling in that soft, gentle way you love, moving to cup your cheeks.

“That’s wonderful, love,” he whispers, “I'm so happy for you.”

[awearywritersworld]

I know Yuji is pretty supportive of Sukuna and Reader's relationship but I'm curious about their whole dynamic now haha like sharing reader and all that? I'm guessing she spends time with Yuji in the morning and Sukuna at night but I wonder what if they want to reverse or something. I dont know I just want more interactions between Yuji and Sukuna / Yuji's pov haha

this is making me imagine them as bickering divorced parents. "no i have wednesdays! you have thursdays!"

anyway! here's a lil snippet of the two of them

sukuna can't bring himself to ask for something so frivolous, but he's not sure there's anyway to backtrack now.

he told yuuji he needs to speak with him, so his vessel is holding his gaze in the bathroom mirror, looking passively interested.

"well, are you going to talk or not?"

"iwanttotakehertothemuseum."

"dude, what?"

sukuna sighs in resignation. "i want to... take her... to the art museum. this afternoon."

"oh!" yuuji really can't hide his surprise at the request. "i guess that's fine, but i do have one condition."

"and that is?"

"tonight you have to stay inside your malevolent alter—"

"shrine."

"yeah, shrine, whatever. you have to stay tucked away in there tonight."

"...alright."

"i mean even after i fall asleep."

"what sense does that make?"

yuuji shrugs. "that's my price. her sleepy cuddles and cute little snores are all mine tonight! take it or leave it."

sukuna rolls his eye, scoffing indignantly. "fine, brat."

a few seconds pass. "by the way— you're not going to, like, maim and torture anyone while you're out, right?"

[kentuckyfriedmegumi]

FINE. HAVE ANOTHER SNIPPET.

SOMEONE TAKE THESE POST-IT NOTES AWAY FROM ME BECAUSE I CAN’T KEEP SHARING SNIPPETS OF THIS FIC BRO

anyway doc stats:

word count: 35.9k

scenes complete: 3 out of 10

[sukunas-wife]

YOU NEED TO MAKE MORE DAD!SUKUNA😭 It’s just soo good!!!, I’m literally obsessed with Dad!sukuna🫶🏻

lol here’s a little snippet to start the day, in other words I had a domestic dream 🥺🤍

Jujutsu Teacher Sukuna AU

Somewhere in another time line Sukuna became a not so dedicated teacher at Jujutsu high school still after having turned himself into a curse, even 1000 years he landed a spot on the higher up’s board it hilarious when they try to execute someone and he completely disagrees.

They learned quickly is Sukuna disapproves of their actions agree with arrimen Sukuna. Don’t go behind his back and try to do it either. He’s not afraid to kill everyone and replace the entire board of Higher Ups

Then one year he met you, you came in from the sister school to be teacher. Usually he tried not to mess with staff they only last so long anyways. But maybe it was that time he saw you banging your head in the drink machine because you used your last bills to buy a drink and it got stuck. Or maybe it was that time Gojo and Toji surprisingly decided to team up against you and you managed to hold your own.

It was when YOU started to pursUE HIM he became really intrigued. At first he became annoyed because not to far behind the corner he could hear the snickering and “Oh she’s really doing it!” “She’s a brave woman to try and flirt with him…” “What are you idiots do- oh, this could be interesting.” “shhh, I can’t hear what he’s saying!”

You didn’t notice when he flicked his wrist, but you did hear your coworkers panic and the rushed steps. Looking back confused you were more confused when you looked back at Sukuna and he was leaning forward getting face to face with you before squishing your face in one of his hands. “You do understand you proud Jujutsu Sorcerers don’t live very long, so give me one good reason you want my attention.”

You wanted to badly to look away from those demanding red eyes, to pull away and breath the God given air, instead here you were getting dazed off his musk and cologne. Feeling his warm hand squish your face, nails lightly pressing against your skin. Smash- swallowing you had one chance to do this right. Don’t stutter, don’t fear, breath, don’t rush, don’t show him WEAKNESS.

“I J- ahem” ah.. I messed up already, “Wait let me restart- Okay I’m ready, I’m not gonna stand here and promise happiness smiles and endless love, praise and worship. I’m not gonna lie to your face and tell you everything you want to hear and pretend it’s all sunshine and rainbows. When I go on a mission I’m not gonna say I promise to always come back that would be a fools move. But at least in my last moments I’d have to privilege to remember you and all those wise words you used to tell me like. “Dumbass that’s why you keep more than two dollars in your wallet.” Or “Living to please others and dying with regrets if no helping everyone is vain, Live to please yourself at least in your final moments you’ll have some sense of fulfillment.” So like it or not I’m here to please myself if you say No and tell me to fuck off and send me on my way. I won’t regret having asking. If you say yes, well I won’t lie I wouldn’t really know what to do or say I came in expected to be rejected and humbled.” Finally your eyes left his, you were oblivious to stare he had. He wasn’t completely amused but he wasn’t bored of your words either. “Look at me.” You did, “you didn’t bore me entirely with your little … speech so I’ll give you one opportunity. Sunday, I have an early mission, meet me here at 4 in the morning and I’ll tell you with me. After I finish you can have the rest of my day or until I get bored.”

He didn’t get bored… it turned out you amused him so much more when you weren’t surrounded be suits.

And that’s how you ended up here.

“Yuji don’t say something stupid love can’t protect anyone.” Nobara rolled her eyes, “Yuh huh, your words can’t hurt me because my mom and dad’s love protects me.” He puffed his chest out crossing his arms and smiling with closed eyes, missing the book Nobara was throwing at him. A solid sound was made, Yuji was wide eyed, the all to familiar wrist holding the heavy book just in front of his face, “Careful Miss.Kugisaki it’d be a shame if you caught extra missions for disabling another student from completing his own.” Yuji smiled proudly, “See, protected.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes, “Get to class Fushiguro was on your ass last time for being late to class.” He nodded his head at Yuji who just smiled sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, “Alright.” Of course the Trio ran past you greeting you with “Hi Mrs.Sukuna!” Good morning Mom!” “Morning Y/n Senpai.” You watched them all keep running until your husband stood next to you offering you the Coffee Cup he had been drinking. You were distracted by one thing “Why do you have our photo album?” Sukuna felt his eye twitch, “Damn brat.” Was all he mumbled tucking it under his shoulder, “Your son believes your love protects him.”

You laughed, “OUR son believes OUR love for him protects him. Considering your holding that book Im assuming Kugisaki tried to throw it at him or you were reminiscing on that time you had to save them from a Special Grade ambush and when you had to carry them all out Yuji was sniffling how he knew he could count on you to be there for him.”

He looked away, “Higher ups are lucky I only wiped out half of them.” You rested your head on his shoulder pulling the album from him. “Aaww this is Yuji’s baby album” you cooed seeing the picture of Sukuna holding Yuji next to a bouquet of “It’s a Boy!” Balloons. In the background you could see the blur of Geto smacking Gojo on the back of the head.

Sukuna is secure as a man and father 🥹

So it’s not a surprise to you when you come home late from the school and find true form Sukuna threatening to break the sofa under his weight coddling 15yo Yuji 🥹

As much of a brute people have him to be, Yuji might be his only son, and he might call him brat and roll his eyes a lot. But he’d be damned if he were truly a bad dad. In a whispered conversation he told you about everything that happened on Yuji’s mission. How the mission was purposely miss graded and they basically walked into a special grade curses domain. Sukuna had no doubt in his mind that if wouldn’t have been the one over seeing their mission the first years wouldn’t have walked back out alive.

Yuji was alright the entire ride but when he got home he broke down crying, speechless gasping for air. That’s when Sukuna pick him up carrying him over the sofa, coddling Yuji wasn’t as easy now that they were almost the same height, so he turned to his true form. And let Yuji cry, scream and hold onto him. Rubbing his back, holding his head against his shoulder, just talking to him to comfort him. “Do you remember that time we went to the park, and you wondered off to far chasing a duck.” Yuji nodded still sniffling, “Your mom was scared shitless when she couldn’t find you.” He laughed and Yuji laughed lightly, “y.. yeah I remember I jumped into the pond and then you and mom started screaming and then jumped in…” sukuna laughed louder, “Y/n was so mad but she couldn’t stay mad when she saw you with that little duck.” He patted Yuji’s back resting his chin on his head. Soon Yuji fell asleep.

It led you to find him this state. You asked him to go lay him in his bed, he did. He came to help you make some comfort food, it was hilarious when you asked if he could use dismantle on vegetables and it turned out he could. Now over the table in the wall is a sign that says “Malevolent Kitchen.”

The house that night was filled with the soft sounds of cooking, you and your husband talking about whatever came to mind. The Golden pot boiling with whatever broth you made. Sukuna was fighting the rice cooker while you tempura fried some shrimp and rolled some noodles to cook

It was well past 9 when you heard Yuji coming, both of you turning to see him walking yawning and rubbing his eyes. Bare feet padding along the kitchen floor. “Come sit down Yu you gotta be hungry.” you fixed him a large bowl of noodles with Tempura shrimp. On the side were the massive Onigiri Sukuna had made, he even tried to use the nori stamp to put little faces on them. More often than not they have 4 little crooked eyes that looked mad but it squeezed your heart how he laughed to himself saying “Yuji’s going to love these.”

He did, you watched as he bit into it rice sticking to his face. “These are good dad what did you fill them with?” “Nitamago we forgot to pack em for lunch so.. improvise I guess.” You both sat down with Yuji talking and eating. Just enjoying the free time you had together before Sukuna would go commit another crime against the higher ups 🤍🤍

Yeah 🥹

Im here 10-1 in the morning 🤍 It took all day to type this out 😭😭

Also a lot of my co workers walked out today 🥹 it was rough

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[aireia]

from the stars did your kindness bleed through. — you are a spy, he is a sorcerer, a student in the very place you plan on betraying, but he doesn't know that, because he'll fall for you, the same way you fell for him.

tw/cw: reader referred to with she/her. angst with little fluff. hurt no comfort. spy! reader. spying. mentions of blood. minor violence. blades. suicide/ self harm. death. injuries. lowercase intended. author's first language isn't english. wc: 7.5K

note: riko told me to rival her 6.2k word fic, so i'm pulling up with this. (i got carried away) —masterlist

entry snippet, september 5th.

gojo introduced us to a new student today. she seems a little bit like me, but she isn’t, at least that’s what our unreliable teacher told us.she hasn’t interacted much with itadori or kugisaki, even after their pestering. i’m guessing it’ll take a while for her to get used to the new faces. not that it concerns me anyway…

the sun didn’t shine very brightly the next day. grey clouds covered the skies, the winds were getting colder, the once green leaves on trees were turning into a mixture of yellows and browns. winter would be approaching in just a few months, which meant they’d soon have those nights again, where they’d get permission to stay at each other’s dorms and have sleepovers while trying not to burn the kitchen down by making ominous hot chocolate for each other.

that morning when the trio walked into class, they were greeted by you absentmindedly staring out the window at the falling leaves. no concentration to any surroundings, considering you didn’t even look at them when they came in. yuji was the first one to say something, loudly greeting you a good morning, followed by your name, hoping to catch your attention.

you looked over to the trio, trying to take note of their expressions. 

itadori yuji, who seemed excited, waving with his arm in the air and a grin as if you were worlds apart and you wouldn’t have seen him if he didn’t.

kugisaki nobara, who waved with a smile on her face. the perfect mix of crazy and calm, you think.

and finally, fushiguro megumi, who had his arm raised in an attempt to wave, but instead looked like he was raising his hand to answer a question. his expression showed nothing, something between irritated and ‘why am i friends with these people again?’ 

he reminded you of yourself… in a way. probably not what you were thinking about him, but something about him. maybe it was keeping interactions at minimum with people he didn’t know much about… yea. you’ll keep it at that. 

the hyper duo had walked up to your desk before you finished processing your own thoughts. itadori slammed both his hands on your table, causing some of your things to vibrate upon contact. 

“so, y/n, where are you from? what grade are you?” he asked.

“i’m from osaka, and i’m a semi second grade sorcerer.” lies spilled from your mouth easier than when you breathed around them the day prior. being a spy meant having to detach your identity as a person, which also meant having to create layers and layers of lies about who you actually were. 

right before the cheerful boy managed to get another question in, the door of the class flew open, and gojo walked into class with nothing but happiness and positivity surrounding his aura… he was about to send all of you on a mission. you knew, even if it was just a gut feeling.

a loud clap followed by details of a new case confirmed your suspicions. a simple investigation in shinjuku about an unidentified curse that had caused deaths and disappearances of innocent civilians, as well as injuring numerous others.

“i’ll be leaving the rest of the details to our trustworthy assistant director ijichi! he’ll be waiting for you at the entrance.” gojo finished his ‘speech’ before hurrying all of you out the door.

-

“that gojo…” ijichi silently sighed before beginning the mission brief. 

“your task is to only collect information from the residents in a specific area of shinjuku, mainly the offices around schools.” ijichi stopped speaking, only continuing after a brief period of silence. “If you happen to run into any high grade curses, please don’t try to challenge it.” 

“my heart can’t take this type of stress anymore…” ijichi sighed.

the four of you began the mission shortly after, around 10am in the morning. you began by questioning some of the residents. a lot of them seemed nervous the moment anyone in your group mentioned the curse, some even running away from you. most of them didn’t have any information either. 

when noon rolled around and your efforts weren’t bearing any fruits, the four of you decided to split into two groups. nobara with yuji, you with megumi. after the split up, you and megumi continued the search for anyone that might have had any type of intel. you never expected him to speak to you first.

“l/n, right? let me be straightforward about this. why did you join jujutsu high school?” 

“to spy on you, obviously,” but you couldn’t say that.

“to help others,” another lie slipped past your lips.

“...did principal yaga actually let you pass the interview with that answer..?” 

“no, but i doubt you’d want to listen to the speech i memorised to get in. he told me to stop before i finished it,” you sighed, remembering the amount of struggle you faced a few days before the interview. you had to ensure you had a 100% chance of getting into the school, or you would’ve been a failure as a spy. who the hell failed a mission before it even began?

megumi looked at you with a bewildered expression, though quickly shook the look off his face as you approached an ice cream vendor near one of the high schools. 

“recently, less and less people have come by to buy ice cream. a lot of those were kids who would come by to get a sweet treat after school, so i have noticed quite a few of those disappearances.” the vendor placed his fingers on his chin, thinking of the customers that he enjoyed speaking to, even if their interactions were limited.

“alright. thanks for your time,” you expressed your gratitude, even though the things that the vendor had said had helped you in your investigation in… absolutely no way possible.

just as you and the raven haired boy walked away, your phones rang. a message from yuji, reading, “we ran into one of the victims that managed to escape the cursed spirit!! apparently most of the victims are people who’ve lost or cut contact with their parents. they won’t tell us anymore about it.”

“that’s vile,” you thought to yourself. 

“we should meet up with them and report back.”

-

“so, what do we do now?” nobara whined out of boredom. ever since reporting back, there hadn’t been much to do. you all had a free day, but nothing to fill said free day with.

“we should go watch human earthworm 4!” 

“no.” nobara and megumi said in unison, wanting to avoid the movie at all costs. 

“oh! y/n, we should go shopping together!” nobara suggested. and somehow against both yuji and megumi’s wills, you had all been dragged to go shopping.

nobara suggested that she helped you get a new wardrobe, which ended in you trying on multiple sets of clothes. nobara insisted that you got them, and forced megumi to carry your shopping bags even though you said it wasn’t needed and felt bad that he had to help.

the rest of the day went by with a blur, and you exited the mall after the four of you had a few photos taken in a photobooth. 

“my child…” everyone was walking in front of you when you heard that voice. it sounded oddly familiar, and it was calling out to you. you whipped your head around to look for the source, but there wasn’t anyone there. the call of your names continued, and you strayed from the group to look for the source of the sound. 

you were almost one hundred percent positive that it was the curse you had investigated the other day. why was it targeting you? and no one else in the group seemed to hear anything either. 

eventually, you were led to an abandoned building. you could feel the cursed energy leaking from it, and there was a very pungent smell coming from the abandoned structure. you briefly wonder how no one has flagged the place for an investigation yet. maybe it was, and was ignored. who knows?

the voice continued to lure you closer to the building, eventually getting you into the building and up the slippery stairs, wet from the leaking pipes around the building. your footsteps echoed in the building, the sound of your breathing in your ears. 

you walked up to a room with a closed door. a heavy stench seeping from the gaps of the door, even worse than when you were in front of the building. maybe coming here hadn’t been your best idea, but you were already this close, so why stop here? 

you exhaled deeply before twisting the rusty knob open. you saw the dead. blood and corpses were by the spirit’s legs. its claws were digging into the flesh of the innocent, shaking the body as if trying to toy with it more.

the report you submitted was done a week ago, and the incident started way before this. these bodies had been rotting for weeks at least. assuming the cursed spirit in front of you killed all the people around it, you were going to be next. 

you entered a defensive stance, hand on the handle of your weapon, ready to fight if it pounced on you. instead, you watched as it slowly turned its head towards you and walked towards you. your body tensed, but it didn’t seem to bear any hostility. 

it held its hand out, taking one of your hands, and you found yourself unable to move. even when you screamed at yourself to get out of the way, you found yourself unable to resist as it dragged its fingers along your wrist, a thin line of red bleeding out.

“l/n, step back!” the familiar voice snapped you out of whatever trance you were in before the spirit in front of you was hit with a few nails. 

“you’re just like fushiguro. you really should tell us more about yourself, you know?” nobara sighed, holding her hammer over her shoulder. “oi, i’m the one who noticed she disappeared in the first place,” megumi grumbled. you looked at his hands. 

so that’s how they found you.

“if anything, she reminds me of when you first came to the city, kugisaki!” yuji chirped in, seeming laid back even in this situation. he turned to look at you. “you aren’t hurt anywhere else other than your hand, right?” you shook your head.

you looked at the spirit on the ground. it was a first grade at most, but it had been weakened significantly, probably even before you arrived. it wasn’t long before you exercised it, with some degree of resistance. 

as the three of them prepared to leave, you walked towards one of the dead bodies and crouched down, placing your hand over them. 

while yuji and nobara had already left, megumi was curious about what you were doing. you got up and exhaled when he asked. “i don’t know if it works on those who’ve already passed, but usually, my cursed technique allows me to grant people on the verge of death a better demise.”

“it overrides the brain and erases any and all memories they have in exchange for peace, and a painless goodbye.”

“those two are probably waiting for us. we should report back.”

-

when you got back to your dorm, you took the picture out and stared at it. more people that you couldn’t be friends with, but they had saved you earlier… maybe you’d get it framed just to decorate your dorm.

you looked at your injured arm, which had been bandaged, and closed your eyes. 

yuji itadori is physically gifted, a guy born with a set moral standard. his mental game is easily shaken, but that might change in the future. he has a ton of room for improvement. that’s what makes him scary. 

nobara kugisaki is strong-willed, a woman born by the countryside. she cares for others the way she cares for herself, and doesn’t like showing her affected mental state to the world. she’s strong in her own way, and that’s just the type of person she is.

-

weeks passed by quickly. you continued gathering as much information as possible, while growing closer to your classmates. yuji often told you to cover up for the pranks he pulled, nobara would invite you out to go shopping with her, and you and megumi enjoyed reading together.

one morning, you saw megumi sitting by the benches eating alone. right, yuji and nobara had recently been dispatched on missions. you realised early on that you preferred to be with megumi out of everyone. 

maybe it was his personality that drew you in? the both of you were paired up on missions often, so maybe the fact that you were partners helped develop your trust in each other… when he shouldn’t be trusting you at all. or perhaps it was the way he put you first instead of himself. 

megumi is a selfless person that might not seem caring at first glance, but actually does in his own way. he holds back a lot, and has a mind matured enough to compare to that of a man twice his age, though lets loose around people he can truly find comfort in. that was the conclusion you came to about his character. 

you walked towards him, hoping to be able to make small talk with him. instead, you were called upon by someone right before you got to him. 

-

“so this is the location?” you and megumi had been informed of a cave infested with multiple third and fourth grade spirits. your job was simple. take care of them and go home. 

“yea. be careful,” you said, gripping your weapon tightly. 

you and megumi stepped into the cave, almost immediately registering that there was something wrong. a veil was lowered. were such low grade spirits capable of such a thing? you gulped and looked around. just the herds of lowly graded cursed spirits around. no signs of anything else.

“be careful.”

the both of you managed to make quick work of the spirits. a few scrapes, sure, but you were overall uninjured. now, there was only one problem. every last spirit in sight had been exorcised by you and megumi, but the veil wasn’t lifting. something was still there, and you both knew. 

something in your senses clicked. “fushiguro, jump out of the way!” you screamed at him. there was something underneath you, and megumi had dodged just quick enough to not be drilled and split into two halves. 

a drop of sweat rolled down the side of megumi’s face. how would he deal with this? his first thought was to have you distract it while he attacked, but that would probably be useless and would put you and him in too much danger. 

“fushiguro! focus!” megumi lifted his head up, and you were in front of him. you had blocked a direct strike for him. he needed to concentrate. this wasn’t like the spirit you had dealt with at the abandoned building, where it showed little to no hostility, and had been weakened.

“are you back in your game yet?” you breathed out, the tiredness from blocking the attack and dealing with the earlier curses starting to kick in.

megumi took one look at your expression and hummed. there was something about it he couldn’t read, but he can’t let his thoughts consume him now.

you aren’t allowed to die here. 

the both of you observed the curse for a little longer while simultaneously dodging its attacks. it primarily dug underground to attack, which made it hard to predict where its location was. the only warning sign was the rumbling of the ground before it drilled back up, which made it just a little easier to dodge. 

it could blast balls of pure cursed energy, and with each dodge meant the interior of the cave was crumbling. you’d have to look out for falling rocks and stray boulders. 

its weak point was probably somewhere other than its head, considering it used it to dig into places. 

you shot glances at each other before megumi summoned his demon dogs to attack it from behind. “i have your back.” 

you and megumi took turns switching on offence and defence. the one on offence would deal attacks to the cursed spirit, while the one on defence would watch out for oncoming attacks and destroy any rocks that were falling from the ceiling of the cave. 

the plan worked well for the both of you. the uncertainty of when the both of you would switch out confused the curse, making it more vulnerable to your attacks. once you felt that the curse was confident on when you’d switch, you and megumi delivered one final attack to it together, letting it fall with a thump. 

“is it over?” you heaved, your hand over your chest. a sudden realisation hit. the veil hasn’t been dropped. that meant– 

“l/n, look out!” megumi pushed you out of the way before he got hit by a shot of pure cursed energy. you hear the sound of his body smashing against the rough walls, and his coughing afterwards. you looked towards megumi and briefly saw him cough blood out. you’re hoping he didn’t take the impact head first. 

you narrowly managed to escape another blow just when your eyes snapped back onto the weakened, but still active cursed spirit. it can be exorcised in a single blow. 

you rushed towards it and drove your weapon through its body as hard as possible, twisting, and slicing right through it. it’s as good as dead. you stared at the splatters on the floor that used to be a cursed spirit. you don’t have time for this. 

turning your head away from the remains of your enemy, you focused your attention to megumi who was bloodied and injured. he was resting against the stone walls of the cave, and you could hear his heavy pants and breaths. you gulped and looked at his leg. it had stopped bleeding, the crimson now staining his leg.

you ripped a part of your uniform before crouching in front of megumi to tend to the wound. your eyes showed almost no emotion in the face of the situation, yet your trembling lips gave yourself away. you weren’t supposed to care for them, and yet here you were helping one of your targets. 

you only spoke up once you finished bandaging his wound with the makeshift bandage.

“why would you do that?” you had unintentionally let your emotions slip. megumi looked at you tiredly. “just returning the favour. i would’ve gotten hurt if you hadn’t blocked the attack at the start of our battle.”

“fushiguro-” you started, quickly being cut off by megumi. “i know what you’re about to ask me,” he coughed a few times before he continued to speak. “you’re assuming i’m going to die? you’re cruel, you know?”

you tried to find words to speak, yet all you could say was a “no, i’m not,” turning your head away to not meet his gaze.

“i would kill myself if i died on you now,” he confessed, closing his tired eyes. 

“and besides, you’re all i really want to think of right now.” 

megumi went completely silent afterwards, and you heard soft breathing coming from him, compared to the heavy breaths from just a few minutes prior.

the next time he awoke, you were asleep, your head in your arms by his bedside. he felt a little sluggish, but his wounds had been properly bandaged and he was fine, aside from some soreness. you on the other hand, looked exhausted. there were creases on your forehead as you slept, and dark circles under your eyes.

there was a plate of food wrapped up on his nightstand, with a note stuck to it. “we make a good team.”

only after did he learn from shoko that you had completely gone against her instructions of two days of bed rest, and spent the time taking care of him instead. 

-

“you still couldn’t have brought something more digestible?” megumi eyed the three of you, who had brought pizza to him. something that probably wasn’t nutritious enough for a patient in recovery.

“if you don’t want it, i’ll help myself!” the pink haired male took a slice of the pizza and began feasting on it. “oh, and since we’re already here, let’s just have our sleepover at fushiguro’s!” “itadori, talk after you’re done eating!” nobara shuddered at the sight of the food in his open mouth, while megumi looked as if he were about to kick everyone out of his room.

“we are not having a sleepover in my room,” megumi said in a deadpan voice, though the annoyance was evident on his face. “we can’t have it anywhere else because you aren’t permitted to leave your room, fushiguro,” you joined in on itadori’s suggestion.

“hypocrite,” megumi thought.

“alright it’s settled, we’ll have it here!” nobara clasped her hands together in victory, earning a sigh from megumi. “i still haven’t agreed to this,” he grumbled.

-

december 21st.

it’s cold outside. the temperatures have dropped significantly ever since the day you stepped foot into jujutsu tech. currently, you, alongside two of your classmates, were camping in megumi’s room. you had to admit, with so many people, the room considered spacious for one person became cramped.

you were sitting on megumi’s bed with a mug of hot chocolate in hand as you watched nobara and yuji fight over what they wanted to put into each other’s drinks. you found their sibling dynamic entertaining. megumi on the other hand, looked at you with softness in his eyes. the both of you had grown a lot closer compared to the first day you met. you were grateful for that.

maybe not in the right way, but at least you knew he was your friend, right?

the night went on with both chaos and comfort. yuji had suggested playing cards at one point, and he lost just about every single round. monopoly was going great until megumi somehow dominated the game so hard that the banker had to borrow money from him. 

“i’m telling you fushiguro, it’s just this once! i’ll pay you back!” “you’ve said that about three times, itadori.”

you certainly weren’t in any place to laugh, and neither was nobara, since the both of you were basically hanging onto a thin thread, and if by any chance you landed on anyone’s property other than your own, you would’ve been out of the game from bankruptcy.

but you laughed anyway.

the night ended with all of you (except megumi) in your respective sleeping bags with extra blankets in case it got cold. it was quiet. too quiet, even with yuji’s snoring and nobara’s breathing. maybe that’s why you couldn’t fall asleep.

you slowly sat up, careful not to make too much noise. you looked at the clock on megumi’s nightstand. 11:47pm, thirteen minutes till midnight. 

“can’t sleep?” a quiet and soft voice invaded your ears, and you looked over to megumi. he was lying down on his bed, staring out into the bushes and trees, which had been covered in a thin layer of snow. as a response, you shook your head and got up to sit on his bed. the both of you sat in silence for a while before you spoke up. 

“fushiguro, you like the stars, right? wanna go stargazing on the roof?” 

“are you crazy? it’s freezing outside.”

“we can use blankets.” 

“have you forgotten that my leg’s still injured?” 

“i’ll carry you up.”

that was how you found yourself sitting on the rooftops with a thick blanket around your shoulders. the stars shone brighter tonight. the cold winter wind that breezed by you every once in a while made you shiver. you looked up at the moon, it was full tonight. although the moon didn’t have an expression, you were sure it was smiling down at you and the raven haired boy sitting next to you.

come to think of it, even without exchanging a lot of words, you’d argue that you were closest to megumi out of all your classmates. when you first met him, you saw him as the moon, someone like yourself. yet you realised over the months that if you had to describe him, you’d have to say he were the stars. so pretty, yet disregarded by many as something outshone by the moon. 

“y/n,” megumi’s voice broke through the comfortable silence, and you looked over at him. he had a small smile on his face. you felt him shuffle closer to you. maybe it was getting cold? the wind was getting stronger, afterall.

“yes?” megumi looked at the moon once more, then back at you. “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” the words reached your ears, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “and what of the sunset?” you questioned him back, feelings hidden behind your eyes and the convincing smile you put on your face.

“the sunset? i dislike it. the rays of the sun blind me too much for me to appreciate it as much as others do.” the sound of your soft laughter reached his ears again when he finished his sentence. “is that so…” you rested your head on his shoulder and looked towards the skies, some of the stars now covered by clouds. “really? i think the moon is beautiful too, but i’m the opposite. i prefer sunsets over moonrises.” you continued, one of your hands inching closer to him and eventually resting on top of his hand.

you exhaled deeply before lifting your head up. “fushiguro, what time is it?” he looked at you with confusion before answering. “a little bit past midnight, i’m guessing.” “oh.”

“may i kiss you?”

your question caught megumi off guard. it was expected, considering it came out of nowhere. a familiar warmth creeped up his face, and the hand on top of his now seemed to weigh heavier as you looked at him, awaiting an answer. he slowly nodded, and you leaned in to press your lips against his. the kiss was short and sweet, the light of the stars shining down upon him as you did.

“fushiguro-” 

“don’t call me by my last name.” you smiled when he said those words. 

“happy birthday, megumi.”

-

nobara eyed the both of you suspiciously, looking you up and down. “you guys could at least try to keep it down when you’re climbing onto the roof. i need my sleep,” 

“i thought i was being quiet. my bad,” you apologised sheepishly. the brunette looked clearly annoyed before she sighed and let it go. 

“sorry,” megumi said to you. “why are you saying sorry?” you shot him a confused look. 

“we would’ve been quieter if you didn’t have to carry me.” 

“oh, thaaattt,” you dragged your words out. “don’t feel bad. you were worth it.” 

“how about you come with me to the cliffs sometime? maybe in the next few days? there’s a great view of the ocean and sky from there, and it’s more secluded.” the invitation fell from your lips before you even processed it. 

a rare smile appeared on megumi’s face. “alright.”

“what are you two doing?! we have a mission soon, hurry up!”

-

he kept to his word. you and megumi ended up going stargazing together so often that yuji and nobara started questioning if you were going on dates. to them, it was blatantly obvious that you two liked each other. hell, even the both of you knew. it was just that none of you had confessed yet. 

megumi always felt warmth when you guys would go together, pointing out constellations and shapes of the clouds when you did. 

you on the other hand, felt the spark between you grow stronger the first few times. you tried your hardest to suppress the rising guilt. afterwards however, you spiralled deeper and deeper into the guilt you felt as a spy. you were never supposed to fall in love with him, and yet you couldn’t help but do exactly that. 

you wanted– no, needed to get rid of your feelings for him. you would never want it, but you’d need it in order to get over him.

you began growing more distant. it was hard, slowly excluding yourself from hangouts and ignoring them more and more, day by day. you felt terrible. every second away from them felt agonising. you’d push them away, dismissing their help. 

the fact that they noticed your distance made it feel even worse. you were going to betray them, and everything you had built up for four months, their trust, friendship, it would crumble.

you’d complete your mission and switch identities again. anyone you’ve met here won’t matter anymore once you disappear. that’s what you reminded yourself.

-

january 25th.

“oh, you’re here,” you approached megumi from behind, sitting down beside him. the skies were dyed with violet and orange hues, the sunset that megumi had once described to be too bright. 

“i was waiting for you. you’ve been quite distant lately.”

“i thought you said you hated the sunset?” you asked, changing the subject to avoid the question. “don’t try to change the subject, y/n. answer me, please, tell me what’s going on.” you could hear the alarms in your mind go off. you wanted to get up and run away. hell, you should’ve never succumbed to the burning feelings in your heart over your mind. 

“it’s really nothing. i’ve just been more busy lately, i guess,” a lie rolled off your tongue again.

megumi sighed. he could tell you were lying, but he didn’t want to push it. “you said the sunset was pretty. i thought the other day that maybe it was because i never took the time to appreciate it, but…”

“hm?” you hummed, looking at megumi. 

“i still can’t see why you like it that much. i still prefer the night skies better.” 

the soft laughter you let out afterwards had goosebumps pricking on his skin. he watched as the light of the sun glowed on your skin, and you looked at him. “i personally prefer the sunset…”

“but if you like the stars that much, i’ll be sure to hate the sun and love stars the next time i’m reborn.”

a light shade of red appeared on megumi’s face, and he turned to look away from you. in reality though, he’s glad. there’s the girl he fell in love with. “you don’t have to do that. we can like what we want.” 

“and i want to be able to truly love the stars.” you said, your tone sullen. 

night fell not long after, but there was no moon that night. the waves underneath you didn’t seem calm either. it was especially cold this winter night, and you and megumi found yourselves bidding goodbye to each other in front of the dorms earlier than you expected. 

mental entry, january 25th.

i wasn’t planning on seeing megumi at the cliffs today, but he was there. i was planning on spending the last day at jujutsu high alone. megumi and i really are alike. It’s a fault on my part, i guess. i grew too attached to them.

i don’t want to do this anymore.

you gulped, and just before he was out of earshot, you called out to him, grabbing his attention. he turned around to look at you, only for you to mumble a “nevermind” before quickly apologising and running back to your dorm. you couldn’t bear to tell him.

megumi was confused. why’d you suddenly call out for him? he decided not to dwell too much on it and went to bed. and the more he thought about it, the more he felt as if he had lost the chance to speak to you about something important, because you disappeared the next day.

you stopped going to classes, training, and you weren’t responding to texts either. any calls were immediately sent to voicemail, and other than the picture that the four of you took at the mall months prior, which was framed on your nightstand, your dorm had been completely emptied out.

megumi was the last person to see you.

the week following your disappearance, it was raining every day. although the higher-ups had confirmed to have launched an investigation for you, megumi was sure that they were looking into things much deeper than just your status as a missing student. he just wasn’t sure what it was. 

the first day you were introduced to them, he felt that you were different in a way. was this connected to it? 

the higher-ups had also told the first years to not worry, and that they’d take care of it. as if they’d ever listen. they had discussions every single day about where you might’ve gone, if you were okay or not, and why they couldn’t see signs of this earlier. 

they got confirmation shortly after that there were no signs of cursed energy from your dorm. it was as if you had never existed, and had it not been for the pictures you’d taken together, along with the texts you’d exchanged with each other, he probably would’ve believed it.

-

february 26th.

JUJUTSU HEADQUARTERS NOTICE

one, y/n l/n has been confirmed to be sharing confidential information to third party sources. she has hereby been expelled from both jujutsu high and the jujutsu realm as a sorcerer. 

two, the penalty of the crimes committed by y/n l/n is death. the execution will be carried out promptly.

three, second grade sorcerer megumi fushiguro will serve as the executioner for y/n l/n’s death penalty.

-

a full month after your disappearance, a notice was released by jujutsu headquarters. 

megumi’s head was pounding. he had just returned from a meeting with the higher-ups, and throughout the entire time he was in front of them, he wished for nothing more than for whatever you were accused of to be false. he was hyperventilating, his face in his hands. megumi swore he heard loud footsteps outside his room before loud knocks echoed through his room. 

 “fushiguro, open up!” the familiar voices of his classmates rang in his ears. no. as much as he wished to find comfort in his friends, he didn’t want them to see him in such a terrible state, so why did his legs move to help him stand and walk towards the door?

megumi doesn’t know whether to regret or to thank his decision of opening the door. his mind couldn’t register that it was yuji who placed his calloused hands on his shoulders and told him to snap out of it. even when they questioned him for details about you, whether he knew about your intentions, and if it was the reason you had grown distant the few weeks before you vanished, he answered vaguely. all he could think of was that it was over. you’re gone, and you’re never coming back. 

megumi wanted to run into the pouring rain and let it wash his soul away so he wouldn’t have to face reality. he wished he’d wake up and realise it was all just a dream, and he could still see your face when he walked out of the dorm in the morning. he remembers the words of the higher-ups so clearly, he was to carry out the execution without delay. he wants to be selfish and give the responsibility to either nobara or yuji, yet the better part of him stopped him from doing so. he can’t do that to them. for once, megumi wished that he would stop loving you.

that night, megumi had trouble falling asleep. he found himself tossing and turning in bed, his head constantly clouded with the many things that would follow this incident. it felt like hours before he managed to go to sleep. 

-

he saw you, right there by the cliffs. you were looking at the sunset again. now that he thought about it, how many of the things you’ve told him were lies? 

megumi walked towards you, standing beside you as he watched the sunset with you. 

“megumi, i understand why you dislike the sunset now,” you said to him, earning a puzzled look from him. “i thought you loved the sunset?” he asked. the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks reached his ears, and you turned your head to look at him. 

“it really is too bright. it doesn’t suit me.” you replied. 

“megumi, have you regretted it yet?” you questioned him back, and he gulped. “regretted what, exactly?”

“us.” 

megumi wanted to say yes. he did regret it. he regretted that he loved someone whose purpose was to eventually betray and leave him. yet, his answer was stuck in his throat, and he said he never did. not for a second did he feel that you weren’t worth his time. he looked towards the horizon, where the sun had now fully set, then at the sky, where the moon was supposed to be, and finally, back at you.

“you made me fall in love with the moon.” you chuckled at his answer.

“i thought you loved the moon from the start.” a brief silence ensued. one that felt comfortable. something he couldn’t feel for the past month when you were brought up.

“would you let me substitute the moon in your sky?” your voice pierced through the silence, and he responded almost instantly.

“always.” 

a content smile appeared on your face. “i’m glad.”

megumi’s eyes fluttered open, the sun shining in his eyes. the male rubbed tried to rub the sleep in his eyes away, only to be met with a damp feeling. tears? what was that about? his mind was hazy, and he swore he dreamt, but he couldn’t remember what it was about. 

he could remember the curve of someone’s lips. yours? yea, it was. even if he went through hundreds of lives, he doesn’t think he’d mistake someone else’s smile for yours.

he didn’t have time to think about that. through the hours of lost sleep, he had convinced himself he was ready to serve his role as an executioner, and he had a feeling in his gut he knew where you were already. at the place he had refused to visit. his mind told him that you had been going there every single day, waiting for him.

-

“you’re finally here.” megumi could feel his heart clenched as he heard your words, and the eerie silence that followed creeped him out. you had a smile on your face, arms behind your back as you looked at him. 

“why aren't you moving?” you turned your body to look at him and spread your arms out. “you need to do your job, megumi.” the smile on your face dropped when you noticed he wasn’t going near you. there were no signs that his shikigami were active either.

one step, two steps, you walked towards him instead. a part of you felt as if you were walking towards your death. you felt him flinch when you used a hand to cup his cheek. his skin felt cold and slightly damp to the touch. he had been sweating. you looked down. his blade was just inches away from your stomach.

you took his expression in, and you couldn’t help but hold back your laughter. megumi’s eyes widened when you suddenly laughed. he felt guilty for loving it. was it genuine? or another one of the things you did as a spy to toy with his feelings? 

“megumi, you’ve grown attached too, huh?” it only dawned on him then that you felt just as guilty for everything you were. 

“do you know what would’ve happened if you sold us out?” megumi spoke with poison laced in his tone, and a lump formed in your throat. “the world would’ve weeped for your sins, y/n.” your expression dropped completely. “i know that better than you do, and here i am, giving you a chance to end my life. yet, you’re hesitating,” you retort back.

“so hurry up already.” you looked at him with sharp eyes, looking for any signs that he might finally give in to the orders given to him. megumi’s hands trembled as he tightened his grip around the handle of his sword. “it’s not that easy to just…” he groaned loudly.

“megumi, do you want to know why they chose you to execute me instead of anyone else?” you sighed and stared directly into his eyes. “they knew i would have resisted had it been anyone else but you.”

your hands went to wrap around his. then, you slowly pry his fingers off his blade and inspect it for yourself. “you sharpened your blade. were you hoping to finish me off in a single strike?” megumi almost choked on air in response, and nodded.

your eyes softened. “how nice of him,” you thought. 

“how about this?” you stepped further away from him and pointed the sword at your skull. “i’ll be the one to carry out my own execution. then,” you pointed your finger at him. “you won’t have to bear the burden of killing me.” you could hear megumi’s heavy breaths. it seemed that reality had yet to crash into him when he first found you here. “megumi,” you whispered as you took one final look at him, “i think you know better than i that i wasn’t trying to give you an option.” you gripped the sharpened blade and winced at the pain as your hands bled, then flashed him a quick smile before you slashed your eyes.

you groaned, holding back the scream threatening to release itself in an attempt to sooth the pain in your eyes. you had no right after all the hurt you’d caused. you couldn’t open your eyes. it hurt like hell, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face either. you convinced yourself it was worth it. 

megumi felt as if he were frozen during the entire duration of your encounter with him. what was he doing? he was spiralling into his own thoughts, and here you were, handling your own execution because he was too much attached and too much in love with you. 

every nerve and muscle in your body seemed to scream at you as you gripped the handle of megumi’s sword tight. even then, your ears couldn’t mistake the heavy footsteps of your beloved as he ran towards you just as his blade pierced your abdomen. his scream rang through your ears when crimson spilled from your wound.

ah, it seemed that blinding your eyes wasn’t enough to keep yourself from thinking of his panicked expression and guilt ridden face.

then, everything went black. you weren’t sure how long you were out for. a few seconds, perhaps a few minutes? your entire body stung, as if you were laying in a tangle of thorned roses. one thing was for sure, you were dying. 

you felt something soft under your head instead of the grassy surface the rest of your body laid on. “megumi…?” your voice sounded tired and hoarse. “is that you?” there was a brief period of silence that made you doubt his presence, but a hum from him confirmed that he was indeed still there. a smile tugged at your face even through all the ache.

“i can’t see right now. look up.” megumi looked up, and realised today was the beginning of a new moon. he could barely see anything. “could you tell me what the moon looks like?” 

“a blood moon. it looks as if roses had bloomed on the moon.” liar.

“it’s not good to lie, megumi. but it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“very.”

you didn’t exchange any words to each other for a period of time after that. by now, your breathing had calmed down, and everything around you seemed hot and cold at the same time. something in you told you to let go of your consciousness, and another part wished you’d stay awake longer to feel megumi’s touch. be a little selfish, you told yourself. 

you shakily reached your hand up towards the skies. you balled up your fist, a part of your childish mind hoping you had caught a star.

megumi could hear his heart thumping in his chest, and he pulled your body closer to him. he thought to himself, even if there had been that satellite in the sky, his moon was going to stop shining soon. he couldn’t help but wonder if the stars in your sky had burnt themselves out. 

maybe all of them, except for the one that willingly let the moon outshine it.

“y/n, can’t you use your technique to give yourself a better death?” megumi asked, his hand supporting the weak, quivering fist you held up, his thumb brushing your knuckles.

“i can,” you replied back without hesitation. 

“but i’d have to erase everything that’s in my mind. and besides,” you flashed him a pained toothy grin. 

“you’re all i really want to think of right now, megumi.” 

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize and/or translate.

fun fact: i actually invested sm into this fic i made sketches of the one of the curses

[gojozballs]

Gojo x Reader "Sparks in Shibuya"

Warning: [This story contains flirtatious banter, playful teasing, and suggestive humor. Reader discretion is advised]

Materialist

Gojo Satoru unexpectedly finds himself on a date with the famous actress Y/N after charming his way out of a sticky situation, only to leave his students and colleagues in shock as their teacher becomes the center of an online frenzy.

Author's POV

The bustling streets of Shibuya were alive with chatter and bright neon lights as Gojo Satoru sauntered back to his students, a triumphant grin plastered on his face.

"Sensei, did you buy your dessert?" Yuji asked, licking his ice cream cone.

Gojo waved a slip of paper in the air. "Oh, I got something much sweeter. Guess who just scored a dinner date with the Y/N?"

Nobara, rolled her eyes at his sensei's delusions. "You’re joking."

Yuji froze, wide-eyed. "You mean our Y/N? The actress?"

Gojo adjusted his sunglasses smugly. "The one and only. She practically begged to pay for my dessert earlier."

Megumi pinched the bridge of his nose. "You forgot your wallet, didn’t you?"

"Details, details," Gojo dismissed. "The point is, I’ve secured a date with Japan’s most beautiful woman. Oh, and while I’m feeling generous…" He snatched his wallet back from Nobara with lightning speed.

"Sensei!" Nobara wailed. "We didn’t even get the magazine!"

"Priorities, children," Gojo said, patting her on the head. "You can’t compete with fate."

Earlier in Shibuya

Walking down the vibrant streets of Shibuya, Gojo led his students on what could barely be called a mission. His actual plan? Indulge his students’ obsession with buying the newest magazine featuring their favorite celebrity, Y/N, who had graced the cover in a stunning action pose.

"Sensei, the magazine is expensive. You’re rich; you should buy it for us!" Yuji whined, clinging to Gojo’s arm.

"He’s right. A few thousand yen is nothing for you," Nobara chimed in, her eyes sparkling with determination.

Gojo’s teasing tone was laced with mock offense. "You think I’m your sugar daddy?"

"You’re already our sensei," Yuji countered with a grin. "Isn’t it the same thing?"

Ignoring Megumi’s sigh of despair, Gojo relented. "Fine. One magazine each, and only if you admit I’m the most charming man alive."

"Never," Nobara deadpanned, though she sprinted to the store with Yuji as soon as they arrived. Megumi followed begrudgingly, wondering once again why he tolerated these people.

Gojo lingered outside, his attention caught by a familiar treat at a nearby stand. "Kikufuku!" he exclaimed, hurrying over. As he approached the counter, the woman ahead of him finished her order and stepped aside, completely covered in black. When it was his turn, Gojo reached for his wallet only to remember his students had taken it earlier.

He flashed a charming grin, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "I’ve got to say, you’re as stunning as they come. Surely, someone as beautiful as you wouldn’t want to charge a guy like me, right?'"

The seller’s unimpressed glare said otherwise. Before things got awkward, the covered woman laughed and stepped forward, paying for his order.

"See? That was my plan all along," Gojo said, amused, as he turned to her. "Sway you with my irresistible charm so you’d pay for me."

"Hahaha, seriously? Well, seems like you got me," she replied with equal amusement.

Gojo smirked, intrigued. "I’ll have to repay you somehow. How about dinner?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, then handed him a slip of paper with a number scribbled on it. "Only if you don’t forget your wallet again."

Gojo’s grin widened as she walked away, leaving him more intrigued than he’d ever admit.

Hours later, Gojo found himself seated in one of Tokyo’s most exclusive fine-dining establishments. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the skyline, but for once, Gojo wasn’t the center of attention yet. He adjusted his glasses, catching snippets of hushed whispers from nearby tables.

"There’s a celebrity here."

"Y/N is here! She’s absolutely stunning in person."

Gojo’s smug grin wavered slightly as he glanced toward the entrance. Then, she walked in.

Y/N glided into the room in an elegant white silk dress, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. Gasps rippled through the restaurant, and even Gojo found himself momentarily stunned. His brain scrambled to connect the dots the covered girl earlier was Y/N.

She approached his table with a soft smile that sent a ripple of nervous energy through him. For the first time in years, Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, felt flustered.

"Well," Y/N said, her voice playful as she sat down, "hopefully, you won’t charm me into paying for dinner this time."

Gojo chuckled, recovering quickly. "I wouldn’t dream of it. But charming you? That’s non-negotiable."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, the air between them thick with playful tension. Y/N was bold, matching Gojo’s quips with her own sharp wit.

"So, Mr. Gojo, how do you handle being so… noticed all the time?" Y/N asked, leaning forward slightly, her gaze locking with his.

Gojo smirked. "It’s hard, really. But I manage. And you? Must be tough, being the definition of perfection."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Flattery won’t get you dessert."

"No, but it might get me a second date," Gojo shot back smoothly, his grin widening as he noticed the faint blush that dusted her cheeks.

They were so engrossed in each other that they didn’t notice the crowd discreetly snapping photos or the trending hashtag forming online: #YNandMysteriousMan.

Back at Jujutsu High, chaos ensued.

Yuji’s phone buzzed relentlessly. He glanced at the screen, his jaw dropping. "No way. No way! Guys, check this out!"

Nobara and Megumi crowded around him, their faces morphing into identical expressions of disbelief.

The post read: “Y/N spotted on a date with a gorgeous mystery man! Who is he?” Beneath it was a clear picture of Gojo, sunglasses and all, sitting across from Y/N with a smirk that could kill.

"GOJO SENSEI?!" Nobara screamed, shaking Yuji’s phone. "How does he get a date with her?!"

Even Megumi’s usual composure faltered. "This has to be some kind of prank."

Todo burst into the room, magazine in hand. "Brother Yuji, did you see?!" He pointed dramatically at the screen. "My dream woman… with your sensei. Unacceptable!"

The door slammed open, revealing Yaga, their principal. His face was a mix of exasperation and disbelief. "GOJO!"

Meanwhile, Gojo strolled into Jujutsu High the next day, sunglasses perched on his nose, whistling a cheerful tune.

"Morning, my adorable students," he greeted, only to be met with a wall of accusatory stares.

Yuji pointed at his phone. "Explain this, Sensei!"

Gojo leaned in, examining the screen before grinning. "Oh, that? Just a casual dinner with my future wife."

Nobara threw a pillow at him. "You don’t deserve her!"

Gojo caught the pillow effortlessly. "Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Nobara. Don’t worry; I’ll send you an invite to the wedding."

Megumi muttered under his breath, "Why do I even try to understand him?"

As Gojo basked in their outrage, his phone buzzed. A text from Y/N appeared:

"Thanks for dinner. Same time next week?"

Gojo’s grin widened as he replied: "It’s a date, Princess."

[yoonkinii]

Sukuna letting y♡u doll him up!

Warning(s): minor cursing Requests open (for this AU only) Masterlist (check for more AU content!) Note: I'm sorry this one is so short. I really wanted to post another chapter so you guys weren't waiting so long for the next update. (This snippet takes place after further into their relationship. Remember there is no order- they are just snippets.)

“This is stupid,” Sukuna grumbled from where he sat on the floor, legs crossed like he was back in elementary school.

Rolling your eyes, you grab his outstretched hand. “It is not stupid.  If it is, why did you agree?” 

“Lapse of judgment,” he muttered. 

Just then, the front door to Sukuna’s house opened, revealing a familiar pink-haired high schooler. “Uncle, I’m home.” Yuji rounded the corner to the living room, his face brightening when he spots you. “Oh! I didn’t know you were coming over today, y/n.”

You shrug, turning back to Sukuna after greeting Yuji. “It was unexpected.”

“More like you showed up at my doorstep, ” Sukuna added, his brows narrowed in mock annoyance. Wrinkling your nose teasingly at your boyfriend, you resumed inspecting his nails. “You shouldn’t have given me your address then,” you jeered. 

“I didn’t know you were  insane.” he muttered, clicking his tongue.

You looked at Sukuna through your lashes. His eyes followed your hands as they gently held his. Despite his grumbling and complaining, he sat perfectly still, letting you do whatever you wanted with his hands.

Dropping his backpack beside the couch, Yuji plopped down and curiously watched the two of you. His eyes flickered to the open pink bag beside you, spotting a nail file. He gasped and leaned forward to get a better look. 

“Are you doing his nails?” he asks. 

“Yes!” you answered enthusiastically. 

“No,” Sukuna interjected. 

You deadpanned, looking at Sukuna, but he didn’t meet your gaze. Instead, he cast his narrowed eyes onto his nephew. You sighed, releasing Sukuna’s hand. He glanced at you, wondering why you let go. Turning to Yuji, you smiled,

“I can do yours, Yuji since your uncle seems to be very against me doing his.” 

Yuji beams, nodding his head furiously in agreement.

“Hell no.” Sukuna's deep voice cut through the happy atmosphere. 

Yuji whined, begging his uncle to let him get his nails done. Siding with Yuji, you also demanded answers from your boyfriend, claiming that he obviously didn’t want his nails done, so it should be okay for Yuji to get his done instead. 

“I don’t want her to touch your grubby hands.” Sukuna said, smirking. 

“Grubby hands?!” Yuji shrieks, his voice cracking slightly. “My hands are not grubby.” Yuji waves his hands in the air, almost as if he was showing the world his clean hands. 

“I live with you. I know you’re grubby.” Sukuna teased, a faint smile playing on his lips. His arms were crossed over his chest, his posture poised with amusement. 

“Enough.” You interjected, cutting off the two males. They both look at you, their matching colored eyes meeting your irked expression. “Here is what we will do,” you begin, leaning back until your hands brush against the fabric of your tote bag. Grabbing the bag, you retrieve a slim green packet. “Since your uncle has suddenly had a change of heart,” you state, eyeing your boyfriend watching the frown form on his lips at the implication of your words. You knew full well he was jealous of the thought of you doting on Yuji instead of him. “You can use this.” You hold up the packet, watching Yuji take it and inspect it with a raised brow.

“It’s a face mask,” you inform him. Yujis mouth formed into an ‘O’ in recognition, his eyes once again beaming in delight. He jumps up from the couch before you can say anything else, exclaiming how he had heard about face masks from Nobora before he runs off to the bathroom.

Once again alone with Sukuna, you finally face the man. Holding out your palm, Sukuna grumbles but follows your silent demand, placing his hand in yours. Grabbing your nail file, you set to work, practicing the well known motions from doing your own nails. 

“You would think at 32 you would be more mature.”

“Watch it, brat.”

Giggling softly, you focused intently on his hands, unaware of Sukuna’s gaze fixed on your face. You don’t notice the way his eyes soften as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration or how you hunch over, completely immersed in your task. To him, it was an endearing sight, though he would rather die than admit that. 

“What color do you want? I only brought three, so you can only choose from those,” you chirped after filing his nails to your liking. Raising his brow, Sukuna eyed the options you presented. 

“What the hell are those?” he grits out, practically oozing annoyance. The three colors you offered were pink, yellow, and purple- shades Sukuna would never have chosen to wear, much less have painted on his nails. 

“What?” you drawled, feigning innocence. You knew exactly what you were doing when you grabbed these specific colors before leaving the house. Raising the bottles into his direct line of vision, you urge him to pick. “C’mon, c’mon, or I’ll pick for you, and trust me, I think this pink will match your hair perfectly.”

Cursing under his breath, Sukuna motions toward the purple polish, the darkest shade you had brought, closer to indigo. At that moment, Yuji returns, no longer in his school uniform but in comfortable house clothes. What caught your attention, though, was the tiger-eared headband keeping his hair out of his face as he wore the face mask. 

“Oh my God, Yuji! That’s so freaking cute!” You squealed.  Yuji sits on the couch, unresponsive, looking at you with a serious expression. Before you could ask what was wrong, he shoved his phone in your face, showing you a message on the screen.

‘I called Nobora. She said I can’t smile or talk with the mask on or else I’ll get wrinkles :( ‘

You couldn’t help but snort in amusement, wondering if Nobora actually believed that or just wanted to tease Yuji. You were certain it was the latter. Turning back to Sukuna, you resumed your work, meticulously cutting his cuticles, shaping his nails, and doing everything needed to make his hands look perfect. Much to Sukuna’s dismay, he was forced to stay in one sport the entire time you worked on him. 

It got to the point where Yuji turned on the TV, watching a random show, and even Sukuna began to watch as well. He had no idea who people enjoyed this- sitting in the same spot, working on such delicate things as nails. Time passed in silence as you focused on your task, allowing your boys to watch TV without interruption. Sukuna didn’t move an inch as you coated his nails in the deep purple nail polish. You were positive he hadn’t even realized you had already painted his nails; there was no other explanation for why you were getting away with what you were currently doing. 

A little over an hour passed before you finally finished. Yuji was now asleep on the couch, his face mask half-off as a result. Admiring your handiwork, you nudged Sukuna gently. He peeled his eyes away from the TV, his gaze slightly bloodshot from staring at the screen for so long. 

“I’m done,” you grinned. Sukuna arches an eyebrow and looks at his nails for the first time since you began. His face instantly fell, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a sneer. “What the hell is this?”

“Aren’t they cute?” you replied. 

“You put fucking… what are these?” He hissed, his voice dripping with incredulity. 

“They’re nail charms.” you say it so simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Each nail was adorned with a various Hello Kitty themed charm, a pink bow on both of his middle fingers. He couldn’t even recall when you had brought out the nail glue to do all this. 

“I’m going to kill you,” he snarls, lips curling back in distaste as he stares at his nails. 

“Sure, sure,” you reply, unfazed by his empty threats. Grabbing his hand, you take out your phone. “Now hold still. I want to take some pictures.”

Snapping  a few photos, you laugh to yourself in excitement as you review them. You were too busy admiring your work through the screen to notice Sukuna examining his nails more closely, cocking his head to the side in contemplation. Despite the initial shock, he had to admit they weren’t badly done at all. 

Bonus!!

“Um, Boss?” A nervous voice called out in the eerily silent office. The man tasked with assisting Sukuna with work documents shifted his weight from side to side, unsure of what to do. He had been talking to his boss for the past few minutes about the upcoming meeting, but it was clear that Sukuna was not listening. Sukuna’s focus was on his hands, specifically his nails. He watched the office lights glint off the charms, his thoughts entirely captivated by you. 

“You will have to come back later,” a female voice interjected, startling the man. Uraume, Sukuna’s personal assistant, now stood beside him, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. She observed her boss with a blank expression, her eyes following Sukuna’s gaze to his hands. 

“It seems Mister Ryomen is preoccupied by staring at his girly nails.”

The male visibly shrinks in fear at Uraume’s words, which seemed to snap Sukuna out of his daze. His palms slammed against the desk in anger, a dangerous snarl on his lips. “Get the hell out before I rip out both your spines.”

“Yes, Sir,” Uraume replies calmly, exiting without another comment. The man hastily follows, terrified of what might happen if he were trapped in the office alone with his boss. Only after the office door was completely shut did Sukuna sit in his chair, a deep sigh escaping his lips. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering just how much of a lovesick idiot you make him. 

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