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courtneedsleep · 6 days ago
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cw: blood
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i took a break and drew villain nanami🩸
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courtneedsleep · 6 days ago
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Hello, Court!! 💜 Questions for the ask game:
6. favorite thing to draw?
9. whats something you always come back to when drawing?
17. what is something youre confident about in your art?
24. whats a compliment about your art that has always stuck with you?
35. if you had one piece of advice to give your younger artist self, what would it be?
6. Satoru Gojo
9. Satoru Gojo
17. Satoru Gojo
24. Satoru Gojo (it’s an honor to draw him.)
35. Draw Satoru Gojo, he makes you happy.
Just kidding! (Not really.)
6. Clouds. They are very therapeutic and fluffy. Like Shikamaru, I also want to be a cloud.
9. Satoru Gojo. Sigh. Okay, when I doodle on my notebook, it’s usually a side profile or Sato—
17. I struggle a lot with confidence. Thank you for reminding me to hop on YouTube and watch self-help and motivational videos. Hm, I guess I would have to say… coloring. I guess. I think.
24. The gifs and the funny comments/tags. Like the ones saying everything they can and would do to Satoru’s abs or Sukunanami’s tongue… 👀 I save the gifs too. Ex: cat biting the leg, crying doge, etc. The one serious one that sticks with me is:
“The way you immediately became one of my favorite artists after this. How can something look so beautiful? This is the kind of art that I’d look for hours straight in a museum and never grow tired of,” by lotusgrl
I felt really shocked and happy that my art made other people feel good. That’s because my art is made for a self-serving purpose: it’s my therapy! So that’s why it’s always a pleasant surprise to hear these nice comments (the unhinged ones included).
(Side note: I admit there are certain pieces that I made targeted to the tumblr audience. They are the thirsty drawings LMAO.)
35. Just put something down even if it’s ugly. When I started out, I was deleting everything because it looked ugly to me, obviously since I was/still am an amateur artist. So I would sit there for a good two hours and just be super frustrated that my canvas was blank because I deleted it!! I could never get past the sketch part of the process.
I try to get an art done in one to two nights, and so forcing myself to finish in a limited time frame kind of works! One thing I want to try differently is making art that is more meaningful. Overall, I am enjoying the process a lot more, and it’s very soothing for me. I may not always like the end result but just coloring and sketching makes me feel happy. In the near future, I might be working on some more character interactions art (ie jjk characters with pets, Pokémon, or selfship) and more detailed rendering.
Thank you for the asks, Fuku! They make me reflect on my journey and where I can improve, both of which are equally important to me 💜
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courtneedsleep · 7 days ago
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this is next level delulu.
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courtneedsleep · 12 days ago
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redraw of insane gojo from anime 🧿
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courtneedsleep · 13 days ago
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call the animal control- oh nvm, just call @cmdrfupa 🐸
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courtneedsleep · 16 days ago
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@kentocalls he’s choosing you 😼
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courtneedsleep · 18 days ago
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kusakabe 🗡️
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courtneedsleep · 21 days ago
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he’s pouting 🪷
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courtneedsleep · 22 days ago
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Lu, is this ethical? TO HAVE WRITTEN THE BEST MOST SELF-INSERT I COULD NEVER OH MY GOD. The way I was cackling at the banner, the title. Just you wait, Gojo. I will not be so... demuretsy when I get my hands on you muhahaha.
He’s like a golden retriever. Oh my god, he brought me a squirrel HAHAHA. I will accept it but at the same time, I will also release it back into the wild.
I recognize so many things from our chats. Walking calculator headcanons and music. Courting a Court. Crack manifests crack, what can I say? (😏) Every birthday needs a crack fest, and this was the perfect gift.
I think my favorite part (ITS HARD TO CHOOSE OKAY LIKE NO ONE SAYS OH YEAH MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS ROLLERCOASTER IS YADEE YAH LIKE THE ENTIRE THING WAS EPIC) *ahem* was when Satoru consults Nanami(n). Yes, smartness matters. Down to earthness matters. (Satoru is actually an alien but we make exceptions.) BUT ALSO HAIR MATTERS I DONT THINK IVE EMPHASIZED THIS ENOUGH LMAOOOO. Satoru’s easier to draw dandelion™️ hair is what did it for me.
At the end of the day, a simple ice cream cake and Satoru is enough for me. Simplicity and company. Lu, your company is so meaningful and cherished to me.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. For being my dear friend and this birthday fic that made me laugh. Laughing and Lu are the best birthday gifts I could ask for.
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Happy Birthday, @courtneedsleep 🫐🫐 This is a Gojo certified fic so I'm hoping its to your liking. You're the best and I hope your day is filled with love!!
an: This is just straight up crack 😮‍💨
Satoru Gojo wasn’t used to struggling. He was the strongest and made sure that rang true with every move he made. But when it came to winning over Courtney, the talented pianist and math wizard, his usual charm wasn’t quite enough.
He first saw her during one of her piano performances in a quiet café, her fingers dancing over the keys with such grace that he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Like watching live art as her concentration on the melody made him swoon.
Gojo being Gojo, he figured his usual grin and confident attitude would do the trick. But Courtney? She didn’t bat an eyelash. She hooked arms with her friend and walked out of the cafe, completely focused on her agenda for the day.
That’s when Gojo realized he had a challenge on his hands. “Guess it’s time to consult the experts,” he said with a grin, determined as ever. ‘Something has to work.”
Step One: Seek Advice
Megumi
Gojo’s first stop was, naturally, Megumi Fushiguro. It was always fun to pester the kid, and Gojo was convinced that Megumi secretly knew more about romance than he let on.
“Megumi!” Gojo called, draping an arm over his protege's shoulder. Megumi didn’t even flinch, used to this kind of behavior by now. “I need some advice.”
Megumi’s brows knitted together in a frown as he looked up from his book. “If this is about how to avoid paperwork, I’m not helping.”
“No, no, it’s much more important than that.” Gojo grinned, stepping in front of Megumi and blocking his path. “I need to know how to impress Courtney.”
Megumi paused, looking mildly confused. “Why would you need to impress her? You’re Gojo Satoru. Isn’t that usually enough?”
“That’s the thing! My charm isn’t enough for someone so cool, so demuretsy,” Gojo said, waving his hands dramatically. “So, I need a plan—a real plan.”
Megumi closed his book with a sigh. “Why don’t you just ask her what she likes?”
Gojo’s face fell flat. “Ask her? Megumi, where’s the fun in that?”
“Maybe ‘fun’ isn’t the point. You’re trying to court her. You’re showing her that you are a gentleman.” Megumi muttered, moving to walk around Gojo. “Right now, it sounds like you’re over-complicating things. Again.”
“I am not over-complicating anything!” Gojo protested, trailing after him. “I’m making things better.”
“Uh-huh,” Megumi said dryly, clearly uninterested in Gojo’s theatrics. “Here’s a tip: don’t be strange.”
Gojo gasped. “I am not strange!” He then blinked as Megumi shot him a look. “Okay, maybe a little, but I’m endearing, right?”
Megumi didn’t respond, opting to bury himself in his book again. “She mentioned the chamber music society having a recital later this week. Maybe take her.” he repeated. “Or; Ask her what she likes.”
Gojo huffed, brushing off the lackluster advice. “Fine. I’ll just ask someone who knows what they’re talking about.”
Megumi didn’t even bother looking up. “Good luck with that.”
Shoko
Next, Gojo headed to the infirmary where Shoko was finishing up her rounds. If anyone could give him good advice on wooing someone smart, it had to be Shoko, right? She had brains, after all.
He burst through the door, all energy and smiles. “Shoko! You’ve gotta help me!”
Shoko looked up from her clipboard, raising an eyebrow. “Gojo, I’m busy. What is it this time?”
“It’s important!” Gojo exclaimed, running behind Shoko as if he were a puppy needing instruction. “I need advice on how to impress Courtney.”
Shoko exhaled slowly, setting her clipboard aside. “You want advice from me? Are you sure about that?”
“Absolutely! You’re smart, she’s smart, it’s a perfect match.” Gojo flashed a toothy grin.
“Uh-huh,” Shoko muttered, walking out to the courtyard as she took a drag from her cigarette. “And why exactly do you think I’d know how to help you court someone?”
“Because you’re a genius!” Gojo leaned forward, eyes sparkling with hope. “Come on, I need something good.”
Shoko studied him for a long moment, amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth. “You could always impress her with math.”
Gojo blinked. “Math? Why math?”
“She’s good at it, right? And you’re essentially a walking TI-84 plus,” Shoko said dryly. “You might win her over with just how smart you can be.”
Gojo looked confused for a moment before brightening. “That’s genius! I’ll show off the mathematician-level math equations and blow her mind.”
Shoko couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out.”
As Gojo prepared to charge off on his new mission, Shoko called after him, “Oh, and Gojo?”
He turned back. “Yeah?”
“Don’t mix up your math and your sorcery,” she smirked. “We don’t need you accidentally summoning something or blowing a hole through someone’s chest while trying to impress her.”
Gojo winked. “No promises.”
Nanamin
After his interesting conversation with Shoko, Gojo’s last stop was Nanami Kento. Convincing the ever-serious sorcerer to help with romance advice was going to be a challenge, but Gojo was never one to back down from a challenge.
“Nanamin!” Gojo sang as he appeared beside Nanami during his lunch break.
Nanami sighed, barely glancing at Gojo as he sat his sandwich down. “I told you not to call me that.”
“But Nanamin,” Gojo grinned, leaning against the wall, “I need your help. This is an emergency.”
“If it’s an emergency, it’s probably because of something you did,” Nanami muttered, not looking up from his newspaper.
Gojo waved him off. “No, no, this time it’s serious. I’m trying to impress Courtney.”
Nanami’s eyebrow twitched. “Why are you asking me for advice?”
“Because you’re reliable!” Gojo said, plopping into the chair across from him. “And Courtney likes smart, down-to-earth people. And I know you used to be pretty close, So, I figured you’d know what to do.”
Nanami set his newspaper down, staring at Gojo like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “If she likes smart people, I’m not sure why you’re involved.”
Gojo gasped dramatically. “Rude! I’m smart in my own way.”
Nanami adjusted his glasses and sighed. “Fine. If you want my advice, Courtney appreciates nature. She tends to go on walks for mental clarity and stimulation. Why don’t you take her somewhere peaceful? Somewhere quiet.”
Gojo’s eyes lit up. “A nature date! Perfect! Thanks, Nanamin, I knew I could count on you.”
Nanami raised a hand. “Don’t… call me that.”
But Gojo was already gone, darting out of the room with his newfound “brilliant” idea. Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, already regretting that he had offered any advice at all.
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Step Two: Execute Plan… Poorly
After talking to Shoko, Gojo decided that math could be his way in—but not by showing off. No, this time, he’d pretend to be a bit clueless, all to get Courtney’s help. It was a foolproof plan.
Later that afternoon, Gojo found Courtney sitting in a secluded part of the library. A short stack of books on one side as she seemed to be mentally dissecting an equation. Her focus was intense, her brow furrowed as she tapped away at the numbers, slouched with no regard to anything outside of her studies.
“Hey, Courtney!” Gojo greeted, sliding into the chair beside her. “Whatcha doing?”
Courtney looked up, offering him a polite smile. “Just working through my study guide... Why?”
Gojo fidgeted for a moment, trying to appear just a little less confident than usual. “Funny you should mention math. I’ve been having a bit of trouble with…uh…differential equations.”
Courtney raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “You? Trouble with math? You’re like a calculator on legs.”
Gojo chuckled sheepishly. “Yeah, I know, hard to believe, right? But it’s true! This calculator is showing an error. I could really use some help. Could you explain it to me?”
Her expression softened, and she nodded, already reaching for her calculator. “Of course. What are you stuck on?”
Gojo slid a piece of paper toward her with a complex problem he’d scribbled down earlier—something he could solve in his sleep, but that wasn’t the point. The point was watching Courtney as she worked, seeing her in her element. She took the paper, her fingers tapping away at the calculator with practiced ease.
“So, let y= mx +c be the equation of all the straight lines touching the circle…” she began, her voice taking on that thoughtful, problem-solving tone Gojo found oddly captivating.
As Courtney leaned in to explain the math problem, Gojo found himself momentarily distracted—not by the numbers, but by her. Something was mesmerizing about the way she moved, the focus in her eyes when she was solving a problem. She had this quiet confidence, not the flashy kind like his, but the kind that came from truly knowing who she was.
She was so damn smart. Smarter than him, even—not that he’d ever admit that out loud. It was the way her mind worked, the way she saw the world, always curious, always asking the right questions. And, of course, she had this incredible talent with the piano, her fingers dancing over the keys as effortlessly as she worked through equations.
But it wasn’t just her intelligence or talent that made her amazing. It was her kindness. The way she was always so patient, even when she knew she was miles ahead of everyone else. She never made him feel stupid, even when he was faking it just to spend time with her. Instead, she made him want to be better—not because he had to, but because he wanted to deserve the way she looked at him.
She wasn’t afraid to call him out, either, her sense of humor sharp but never cruel. She could tease him, and roll her eyes at his antics, but there was always this warmth behind it, like she saw through all his nonsense and still liked him anyway.
He had been with plenty of people before—admired, even loved by many—but Courtney was different. There was no pretense with her. She didn’t care about his title or his power; she cared about the person beneath all of that. And that scared him a little, because, for the first time, it felt like someone saw him. Saw all of him.
And damn, he liked that. He liked her.
Gojo leaned in closer, feigning confusion. “Wait, wait. Can you go over that part again? I’m not sure I follow.”
Courtney glanced at him, her expression patient, though her lips quirked slightly in amusement. “Alright, Differentiating wrt x we gets you dy/dx – m = 0. Here, let me show you.” She tapped a few more buttons on the calculator and handed it over to him, the screen flashing the results.
Gojo stared at the numbers for a second, pretending to concentrate, though in reality, he was more interested in how focused and serious Courtney looked when explaining something. He handed the calculator back. “Wow, you’re really good at this. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Courtney smiled, shaking her head. “You’re exaggerating. It’s not that hard once you get the hang of it.”
Gojo tilted his head, his grin softening. “Maybe, but it’s more fun when you explain it.”
Courtney paused, her eyes meeting his. “Are you really having trouble with this, or…?”
Gojo blinked innocently, placing a hand over his heart. “Me? Having trouble with math? Of course not! I just, uh, like spending time with you.”
Courtney stared at him for a moment, then let out a small laugh, realizing what he’d been up to. “So you tricked me into a math lesson just to hang out?”
Gojo leaned back, grinning widely. “Guilty as charged.”
Courtney shook her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You’re unbelievable, Satoru.”
“Yeah, but you like me anyway,” Gojo teased, his voice warm and playful.
Courtney smiled, unable to argue with that.
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While Courtney doodled, Gojo pulled out a small portable keyboard from behind the bench, much to Courtney’s confusion. He set it up quickly, brushing invisible dust off the keys.
“I figured,” Gojo began confidently, “that we could have a little duet since you love music and need could use a little background noise with your drawing! You know, a Toru-Court jam session.”
Courtney tilted her head, both intrigued and concerned. “You… play piano?”
“Of course!” Gojo said, with all the confidence of someone who definitely didn’t know what he was doing. “I’ve got a natural talent for it.”
Courtney sat back, interested to see where this was going. Gojo hit a few keys with gusto, producing a jarring cacophony of sounds that could only be described as an assault on the ears. He attempted a scale, but it sounded more like he was mashing the keys randomly.
Courtney winced, but the look on Gojo’s face—so proud and unaware of how terrible he sounded—made it hard to be mad. He was trying.
“Satoru…” Courtney said, biting back a smile. “Maybe you should stick to your day job.”
Gojo looked up at her, confused for a moment, before laughing sheepishly. “Yeah, okay, fair enough. Music isn’t for everyone.”
Courtney raised an eyebrow. “Or maybe it’s not for you.”
Gojo pouted but shrugged off the failure. “Alright, alright, I’ll admit defeat… for now, pretty.”
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After failing at both math and music, Gojo was determined to make the nature date his big win. Nanami had suggested something peaceful and quiet, and while Gojo wasn’t sure how to do “quiet,” he figured being in nature would impress Courtney. She loved spending a bit of time outside to clear her mind so this should be perfect.
Gojo planned a late afternoon nature walk. He led her to a beautiful nature reserve just outside the city. The trees were ablaze with autumn colors, and the air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and earth. For the first time this week, Gojo felt like maybe—just maybe—this would go according to plan.
Courtney seemed genuinely relaxed as they strolled through the woods, her eyes scanning the treetops and the sunlight filtering through the leaves. Gojo, for once, managed to keep his mouth shut, enjoying the moment as Courtney spoke softly about the current Sonata she was sight reading for.
But, of course, it didn’t last long.
As they walked, Gojo’s attention was suddenly caught by a bird flitting from branch to branch overhead. His eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Hey, look at that!” he exclaimed, pointing at the bird. “I bet I can catch it.”
Courtney barely had time to process what he said before Gojo was off, leaping into the air as he displayed his athletic abilities, bounding from tree to tree in pursuit of the bird. Leaves fluttered to the ground as Gojo darted through the canopy, his laughter echoing in the otherwise quiet forest.
Courtney stood still, a mixture of confusion and amusement crossing her face. She watched as Gojo, in all his infinite energy, chased after the poor creature like a kid trying to catch fireflies.
Moments later, Gojo reappeared, not with the bird, but holding a very unimpressed-looking squirrel in his hands.
“I got something even better!” Gojo beamed, holding up the squirrel triumphantly as if it were a grand prize.
Courtney’s eyes widened in disbelief before she burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand. “Toru, put the squirrel down.”
Gojo blinked, looking at the squirrel, who glared back at him with the kind of judgment only a small, furry animal could manage. “Oh, right.” He set the squirrel gently on the ground, and it scurried off without a second glance.
“Why did you…?” Courtney started, still laughing.
Gojo scratched the back of his head, his grin sheepish. “I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Despite the silliness of it all, Courtney couldn’t help but smile. His efforts, while completely ridiculous, were oddly endearing.
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Step Three: Courtship Achieved
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Gojo and Court found themselves lying in the grass by the peaceful riverside. The water reflected the warm glow of the sunset, and for once, Gojo wasn’t trying to show off or do anything outrageous. He just sat there, quietly watching the river flow by.
Courtney glanced at him, a soft smile on her lips. “You know,” she said after a moment, “you don’t have to try so hard.”
Gojo looked at her, genuinely confused. “Huh?”
Courtney laughed lightly. “I like spending time with you. You don’t need to impress me with math, music, or…” She trailed off, smirking. “Squirrels.”
Gojo’s face lit up in realization. “Really? So, you mean I don’t have to catch a deer or something next time?”
Courtney rolled her eyes playfully. “No, definitely not. Just… being here is enough.”
Gojo stared at her for a long moment, his usually carefree expression softening into something more sincere. “Well, that’s easy. I can do that.” He wiggled to lie his head in her lap, grabbing her hand and placing it in his hair. “If you don’t mind.”
For the first time in the entire day, Gojo felt content just being still. As they sat side by side, watching the sun dip below the horizon, he realized that maybe he didn’t need to be the strongest or the most impressive when it came to Courtney. He saw Courtney and Courtney saw him. The strongest and the smartest enjoying the smallest moments in the biggest moments.
“So for your birthday, I was thinking something small, intimate.”
“Wait, huh?”
“Wanna get ice cream later? I think there’s a new shop on the way back to mine. We could also look at an ice cream cake for your birthday!”
She looked down for a moment, “ Satoru, you’re going too go overboard.”
“No such thing.” Satoru yawned out-loud, stretching up to expose his midriff. “I’m Satoru Gojo and you’re Courtney. Overboard is simply the bare minimum when it comes to you.”
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Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto!
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courtneedsleep · 22 days ago
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Dr. April, I think I-I'm infected... w-with stage four Gojo Syndrome!
Symptoms:
Face heating up at random times of the day
Increased heart rate
Leg won't stop bouncing up and down
Daydreaming of holding hands with Satoru
Squeezing my Cinnamoroll keychain pretending that's how soft Satoru really is
Everything I have ever wanted in a Satoru has come to life with the magic of April's amazing brain. Every. single. part, word, breath Satoru takes. It's fucking phenomenal, it's induced so much physiological reaction, it's sent sparks shooting around in my brain.
My favorite part was cupping his face in our hands and then and then and then THE WAY HE LOOKS AT US AND THEN- no one. Does. Anything. THAT SENT ME. Into outer space. Which is actually Satoru's natural habitat, his hometown. Since he's an alien.
April, every single detail, the abundant amounts of deep fried foods, the teasing, the trust or lack of in his driving, the ice cream, the sunglasses- EVERYTHING. I'm going to be rereading this tonight over and over again. I probably won't be able to sleep. I want to relive it forever.
Thank you for this memorable birthday gift. It has lit up the entire day like fireworks. It is forever going to be my go-to comfort fic that brings a smile to my face.
gojo satoru | number one sfw. fluff. written for the wonderful @courtneedsleep happy birthday wonderful soul 🍰
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It’s never a good idea indulging Satoru outside of the normal routine of class, cafeteria, cookies and sleep. Rinse and repeat, easy, simple, wonderful.  But today, today you are so disoriented when there’s a knock on your door and who other than the white haired blue eyed almost dragon plops down on your bed. Did your roommate let him in again?
The sun is barely bleeding through your drawn curtains. “Yoooo, awake yet?”
“It’s too early Satoru.” You grumble and hide under your pillow, maybe you’re imagining him and he’s not really here. But his laugh fills your room, that loud heheheheh, “Too early for what? Come on, we’ve got places to be.”
The way he lays his entire body on you, the way he’s making himself impossible to ignore.
“We?” Satoru maybe, you? You’re going to sleep. The round of exams is finally over, you deserve to not make an intelligent thought for at least 36 hours.
“Sleepyhead, let’s go.” He’s poking at your neck, trying to pull the pillow from your grip, and there’s one thing you’ve learned, giving into Satoru is easier than holding out.  “Fine, ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes but not to snooze, chop chop, get ready.”
What’s got him so bossy? Sitting on your bed like that, acting like he’s at home, critiquing your choice of outfit but not telling you where exactly you’re going to be going. “It’s not even 7am Satoru, give me a hint.”
“Nope. Oh, wear that, I like that color.” Of course he adores the baby blue hoodie in your hand. But he’s rushing you and you don’t understand why, offers a “Well, someone has to be responsible.”
You have to laugh, it’s the only way to get through this morning.
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You step outside to find a giant SUV, you wonder how Satoru convinced Suguru to let him borrow his beloved vehicle. But hey, this means you can nap, “Our chariot awaits!”
“Y…you’re driving Satoru?”
He makes an exaggerated stab to his heart, “You wound me, you know that. I have not gotten us hurt in a vehicle for like months.”
“Right but you’re dangerous on a bicycle Satoru this is a mental death trap.”
He ignores you, opening the car like he were some butler, with a strict posture and a slight bow, “After you milady, sit back and relax.”  He slides into the driver seat with a huge smile and confidence of a fifty year old, accident free, pays his insurance on time driver. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” The look he gives you as he pits his right arm around the passenger seat and leans to look back and reverse the SUV with one hand.  You’re not blushing it’s just the rising sun heating up your cheeks. You try not to tense. He should not look this handsome reserving an SUV.
“No faith in me? I promise, I can drive this just fine.”
“Keep your eyes on the road Satoru.”
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He’s in a good mood for someone who shares your disdain of early mornings.  It has you smiling and of course, even though his eyes are on the road, he notices. “Super duper excited about my awesome, spectacular. amazing surprise right?”
“It’s nice to see you smiling too Satoru.”
He hums, “Well it’s a special day, so I’m excited.”
A special day? The end of exams? “I planned this for a while you know, it’s going to be epic, it’s going to ruin all other days for you. Sorry not sorry.”
Do people really celebrate the end of exams? “Planned for a while?”
“You’ll see.”
“Can we get coffee?”
“Nope.”
“A bagel?”
“Nope, you’re fine.”
  You last a whole ten minutes.
“Satoru, where are we going?”
“Wow, patience, patience..”
“Patience? And that too from Gojo Satoru’s lips? Wow. Did I pass out during my exams? Is this heaven?”
“It’s nice to know I would be in your version of Heaven, I’d be the best looking angel there.” You roll your eyes, decide to refrain from opening your mouth, least your best friends ego fill up the car and leave no room for anything else.
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In all the lushness California has to offer you, you’ve never been a forest girlie. You don’t do bugs.  And this is exactly where Satoru brought you, to a forest? Bug central? “Umm…”
His eyes are shining bright, “Trust me, come on.”
He holds out his hand, drags you through winding trails and questionable dirt pathways.  It is really really green in the forest, the air feels cooler, your eyes seem to relax in this space. There’s many places to look but then you hear water.
Is it possible? A waterfall in a forest?
Satoru looks at you with a huge grin, pulls out his phone, starts to walk backwards, “I wanna remember this.”
“You’re going to fall.”
“I’m willing to fall for you again, hey, eyes on me please.”
The pathway leads you to the most beautiful sight, a soft waterfall with shimmering water falling into a tranquil lake? Oasis? Some other term for calm body of water that escapes you because it’s still too early in the morning.  Birds are singing, the air is crisp, there’s even a ray or two of the sunlight filtering through patches from the trees.  It feels unreal.
“Satoru this is—“ he’s gone.
Oh my god, did he fall into the lake?
“Satoru?”
The silence and serenity that was peaceful before now feels too big and too scary. “Satoru!”
“Hey!”  His stupid cute face and hand wave at you from behind a tree, you walk over ready to tell him it’s rude to leave you in a peaceful forest oasis when you spot….
“Is that my blanket?”
“Shh! Take in all of the sights please.”
It’s your blanket alright, the one you take when Satoru drags you to outdoor sports games. It’s surrounded by candles, some are hanging like in Harry Potter and you leave it to Satoru (the Architect) major ot figure out how to create such a magical ambience. There’s a picnic basket and two small stools, a bunch of wrapped gifts, those little black dustballs from the Ghibili movie you like and a birthday cake.
A birthday cake.
It’s your birthday. Oh shit, your birthday is today.
“Is…is this for us?”
“It’s for you, gosh are you still sleepy?” He tucks you under his arm and drags you over to the cozy nook he’s set up. “It’s perfect right?”
It is perfect. Private. Romantic.
“This is so sweet Satoru.”
“I told you today was a special day.”  Has you sit down and puts on a party hat on himself and you.
“Happy birthday!”
“This is really, so sweet, Satoru—“
“It took me so long to set up, you’re happy like? You like it?”
“Satoru, it’s magical, I feel like a video game character.”
He chuckles, “Good. We’re also going to that beach board walk you wanna go to.”   But isn’t that a two hour drive away?
“That’s so far, we don’t have to.”
“I want to, if you smile like this, I absolutely have to.”  He…he can’t say stuff like that. This is Gojo Satoru, your best friend. The only person you’d share your fries with, the only person who always saves a seat for you, the only person you’d follow deep into the forest. He ca’t…
“Mmm, so worth it.” Why is he eating ice cream? Where did the ice cream come from. He follows your curious eyes and pulls a tub of your favorite flavor from the picnic basket. “Yesss, I love ice cream for breakfast.”
“Yeah, and seeing you smile like that, worth it.”
“Why thank you, dentists better hire me asap.”
“They should, best smile in the world, right here.”
Stop, it makes you blush so hard. “You’re in such a good mood on my birthday?”
“Can’t I be? You were born today, you breathed your first breath today, my best friend, my favorite person, alive today. It’s magical.”
“Your favorite person?”
“My absolute favorite.” He looks so serious, even with that goofy smile.
“I’d say you’re maybe…. one of my top five.”
“Hey!”
“Fine, for today, I’ll allow you to be my most favorite.”
“Oh you’ll allow it for one day? Then I’ll do everything to keep it this way.” How his hand finds yours and squeezes it, how you let him do that, who cares, it feels nice, his hand is warm. “Are candles in the forest okay?”
“They’re fake, I adore you but I won’t start a forest fire in your name. You’d lose your dentist modeling contract.”
“So considerate.”
“Aren’t I? Gosh, I’m such a catch.”
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“You really really don’t have to take me to the beach boardwalk, this is good enough.”
“Nah, I’m gonna spoil you today and you can’t stop me.”
It’s really the nicest thing someone has done for you, you two talk over exams and classes and eventually bicker about what the best ice cream flavor is. If it ends in you squishing Satoru’s cheeks until he gives in and declares vanilla the most basic flavor ever then so be it!   Once back at the car you realize how high the sun has gotten, how quickly time passes when you’re with him.
“Hey come on, your day just started.” He reaches out to grab the picnic basket you stubbornly want to carry, he’s already holding the blanket and all the candles. “Let me, please. I’m going to be really nice to you today, okay? I gotta save my number one favorite person spot after all.”
“Hmm…Gojo Satoru not being annoying to me?” You make a dramatic gasp, “Are you an alien?” Your hands find his face as he leans into your touch, “Satoru? Satoru are you still in there?!”
He doesn’t roll his eyes as you expect, only shakes his slightly and looks at you like you’ve placed the first freshly baked chocolate croissant onto his plate. He looks at you not like a best friend should, or would. “Satoru?”
It’s a moment, you think there’s a moment where both of your breaths stop, eyes fall to each other’s lips and no one. Does. Anything.
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 At the beach boardwalk you wish you’d gotten a leash for Satoru. Stupid long limbed handsome pole walk so fast, you latch onto his hand and don’t let go for the rest of the day. It’s fun.  Satoru loves anything fast and you like how he screams when he gets scared. Such a fun day, if the stupid sun wasn’t blaring in your eyes, but Satoru has a solution for that too. He places his glasses on you, “I gotta be your number one favorite person after all.”
There’s a lot of junk food to be had. “I bet you can’t eat this pickle ice cream sandwich.”
“Bet I can.”
“Bet you can’t.”
“I bet I can and you’re going to have to do anything I say for a whole day Satoru.” He scoffs, he does what you say most of the time anyways. Only you haven’t noticed, or pretend not to. Satoru can’t tell anymore, doesn’t care, only interested in making your smile last the whole day.
The pickled ice cream sandwich is….an acquired taste. By the time you make it back from the line it’s melted and the bite you take is huge, if you can down it in three bites you win the bet but you pause after the first one. Satoru has such a sappy look on his face. You, green ice cream on the tip of your nose and corner of your lips.
His thumb reaches out before he can stop himself; he knows you have napkins in your hand but wipes at your bottom lip. “Mmm, it’s interesting.” As he licks at his thumb.  You can almost imagine the slow motion and k-drama music playing in the background but chalk it up to, Satoru being….Satoru.
He wins at every game on the boardwalk, you have more than enough giant stuffed animals to carry and buckle up in the SUV. There are going to be fireworks at sunset,  Satoru and you decide to watch from the parking lot.
You’re holding hands in that way couples do, interlaced and playful. Anyone walking by would consider you a couple, are you? Maybe? Or is he just being nice because it’s your birthday.  But really, be honest with yourself.
Would Gojo Satoru wake up early for anyone else?
Would he create a magical forest breakfast for anyone else?
Would he drive two hours in California traffic for anyone else?
Are you really “just” a friend?
  “Uh oh, hey, I wasn’t annoying at all today, why the frown?”  Because you’re catching feels. He’s pulling at your hands and you let your body fall closer to his and this is simply a hug between friends. Nothing more.  There’s no reason for your heart to beat as quickly as it does when he lays his head on top of yours. “Talk to me, was it the deep fried Oreo?”
“No.”
“Deep fried Poptart?”
“Deep fried ramen.”  You shake your head, let your arms wrap around his waist and smell his stupid Wild Spice body spray. You hate how you know exactly which scent he buys.
“Nope.” You give him a squeeze.
“Deep fried Nutella?” He pulls you closer.
“Deep fried Twinkiees?”
“We should probably, really, eat a salad.” He only hums and you can feel the vibration in his chest.
“What if, and big if, what if I like you.”
He makes half a laugh, “Well, you should, I really like you too.”
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And ooh, do you do it? Do you pull back and look at him and tell him what exactly you mean by liking him. Because you like-like him, like wanna hold his hand all the time like him, like wanna always wear his hoodie and squish his face when he’s annoying like-like. Perhaps even kiss him silly when he has that beautiful smile on his face.
When you do poke your head up, when he does make space and looks down at you, a slight tilt to his head, eyes soft, curious, concerned. “Hi.” You squeak out.
“Well, hello.” He says back, softly. Eyes falling to your lips and back to your eyes. You could count his eyelashes up this close, but his lips look awfully pretty, awfully plush, awfully awfully soft.
“These are mine.” His hands toy with his sunglasses perched on the top of your head. He pulls them down over your eyes and back up, he does this a few times. He wants to see your eyes but you look so cute with his sunglasses on. Anything to distract himself from doing something stupid (like kissing you.)
“Nu uh, they’re mine now.”
He cocks an eyebrow, “Are they? I gave you so many other gifts.”
“I want them.”
“They’re one of a kind, no can do, they’re extra special, limited edition.” He’s teasing, half serious, his “stern” scowl twitching at the corners into a smile.
“I’m special, limited edition, one of a kind too. I think I need these for my dentist modeling career Satoru. Don’t you want me to be famous.”
“Hmmm….I rather keep you here, to myself.”
“I thought I was your favorite person, why don’t you want me to—“ He’s leaning in closer, so so so close. “to…”
“To what? Leave me? Why would I ever want that?”
“Why….why would I leave you?”  Oh no, abort abort abort, you asked out loud. Abort, get away from his arms, get away from his face. It makes you stupid, but you can’t pull out of his hug. He grins, “Ohhh you like me."
“Shut up, I don’t.”
“Mmmm Hmmm, making me work extra hard to be your number one, but I’m already there.”  Shush him, use your hands, shush him!
But Gojo Satoru licks the palm of your hand. Cackles at your shriek. “Oh you like me soooo much, how did I never notice?”  He’s babbling, rambling, that ego is going to fill the entire parking lot.
You pull your hands away, naturally finding his cheeks, naturally the best way to shut him up would be with your own lips right?
Right?
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"He often pinches the 'teabags' under your eyes, as he seems fond of calling them, and asks you obnoxiously about which man you'd been losing sleep over."
Yes, it's both Satoru Mr. Gojo and Rahu! It is a small price compared to the amount of joy, blushes, giggles, laughs, and silent screams I felt at 1 AM last night (peak timing too). I am reposting this on my art-only blog because this is TRULY a work of art. Staccato breaths? White hair burnished to a dozen softer shades, pale fire in the dawn? This fic transported me to directly to the anime. It was a very surreal experience, one that took my breath away.
Omniscient Rahu knows that I crack my knuckles. WOW. So on point.
If there were sorcerers as powerful as this available to rid the world of curses, then why had those four fledglings been sent into
Such an interesting though to entertain, and when I first watched the anime it DID cross my mind multiple times. It seems almost contradictory how we disapprove of sending, discarding the lives of fledgling sorcerers while believing that the strongest was not born with the responsibility to save the world. Because then where, or whom, does the responsibility fall onto? And at the end of the day, all we can do is try our best to fight for what we believe in, what we value and cherish. The way this fic explores how we can treat each other as humanly as possible is so meaningful.
"Are you okay?"
The best example. The way this question is either tossed so casually (carelessly, even) around or forgotten when we make assumptions on another's behalf. Rahu, I just want to add in here how your check-ins mean so much to me (me eyes water when I see it, and I feel heard, so thank you so much). When you added the detail about the determination to treat Mr. Gojo like a regular colleague, I was like THAT. EXACTLY THAT. My heart does not care much for the sorcery involved, but simply for what a fun and radiant friend he would be.
*Googles how to pronounce Quetzalcoatlus*
Qu... Qu... Qu... *sighs and gives up.* THEY ARE HUGE. And it's because of their enormity that led them more vulnerable to extinction. What a beautiful analogy you made. Also, because they have an extra long fourth finger, DOES IT MEAN IT'S EASIER TO PUT A RING ON THEIR FINGER AND CAN I APPLY THIS TO SATORU GOJO.
"Oh, it's sincerity you're after?" "Why, yes."
I'm not okay. Again, we have the reappearance of the theme of sincerity and what it means to be genuine and human.
"Do you think empathy is a curse, then?" "I do. Up there in the ranks of kindness and love."
What does it mean to be a curse? In JJK, curses, the manifestations of negative emotions, signify more than just destruction, violence, or evil. It's also about loss and sacrifice. Even humans and sorcerers alike wreak havoc upon one another, driven by the inextricable emotions that intertwine us so closely together that tearing them apart from ourselves is to be cursed. To be human is to carry a curse. To be a curse is to endure the cyclical waves of creation and loss.
I think it is a wonderful thing to embrace love and empathy for what it is rather than detaching it away from ourselves from the fear of losing. Emotions are different from states of being (power), and making this distinction clear to Satoru is something I would nag him about forever and ever until he finally relents. Having people (GOJO LET ME IN) to navigate this with you is a part of the experience, and you have captured this so wonderfully in your fic.
"You give cute sidekick vibes, ya know?"
Me on the outside: *pinches him hard.* "Good bye."
Me on the inside: ANYTHING FOR YOU YES JUST LET ME BE NEAR YOU LET ME INNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
That entire sunglasses kiss scene was surreal. Sometimes, I just want time to stop ticking and the world to freeze for an entire moment. You literally made that happen, and so thank you for that. Thank you for making my birthday wish of becoming a fictional character come true.
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A gift fic for @courtneedsleep ! Happy birthday, beautiful Court! 🧡🎁
Summary: Gojo x Reader
A chance mission allows you to encounter the conundrum that is Gojo Satoru.
Genres: Romance, angst, humour, suspense.
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Sunrise stretches insidious fingers across the horizon, and you're still keeping watch. Hours ago, four young sorcerers had entered the veil you'd dragged from the evening sky, the finality of each step they'd taken ringing in your memory.
Where were they now? Why hadn't they succeeded in removing all of the cursed spirits from the area yet? Had they encountered some kind of anomaly? Were they in hiding, waiting for reinforcement that would -
You tugged at your scarf, attempting to even out the staccato fogging of your breath.
If they hadn't emerged by now, then -
Your phone buzzed insistently. It was Ijichi. He'd been calling for the better part of the night. You'd refrained from answering, only sending him single line message updates.
Still here.
No change.
Sorcerer team still under veil.
As one of the trainee assistant managers, you weren't supposed to be here. You should have been back at the office, filing your paperwork for the day, and then taking the Jujutsu Tech vehicle back to your small apartment.
None of those things had happened. Your conscience would never allow you to abandon this terrible vigil. You think, as you crack your knuckles fervently (an old, nervous habit) that even if you did stay, nothing much would come of it. You know, and yet, you remain rooted to the cooling pavement, watching for the potential reinforcements, waiting.
The chill of the morning air, the rumble of your protesting stomach, the slow catch and release of your eyelids as you fight sleep, almost cause you to miss his arrival. It's a wonder, really, that a man like him can be so quiet. He is suddenly in the periphery of your blurry appraisal; tall, white hair burnished to a dozen softer shades, pale fire in the dawn.
Gojo Satoru turns towards you, face uncharacteristically sombre. You've seen him many times in passing, his reputation preceding him far beyond the confines of Tokyo, but this is the first time you've had direct contact. His voice is low, deeper than you remembered, devoid of the exuberance that you realise is cultivated for his day-to-day interactions.
"Ah. So you waited here all night?"
You catapult to a more upright posture, arms stiffening at your sides.
"Yes. I ... I didn't see any sign of - "
He turns away, waving a nonchalant hand in your direction.
"You're new, right? Transferred in from another branch?"
"Yes, Mister Gojo."
"You can drop the formalities. Never liked 'em."
"Yes, M- Gojo."
He strides forward, towards the veil and you hurry after him. He raises a hand, taps gently against your construct, and the resonance of his energy pulses throughout the darkened layer. You shiver slightly and he turns to you.
"Undo it."
"But what if -"
Your response is almost a knee-jerk reaction to what he has asked for. Everyone knows the risk of lifting a veil when the danger within has clearly not been nullified. The corner of Gojo's mouth, however, has begun to turn up. You're not sure if the expression is sympathetic or mocking. It's hard to tell with him.
"Come on. Get this thing out of the way. There's no need to worry if I'm here, ya know? Once I'm in, put it up again."
The casual manner in which he states this is both breathtaking and painful. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak as you raise your fingers, the veil falling away.
If there were sorcerers as powerful as this available to rid the world of curses, then why had those four fledglings been sent into -
"I got here as soon as I could. Just finished with a job in Shinjuku."
His voice is quiet, so quiet that you almost don't catch the words. Immediately, you step back, eyes widening slightly as you realise the magnitude of what you've been thinking.
Of course he couldn't have helped earlier! He may be the most powerful, but he's also just a sorcerer, a man. He can't bend the laws of the universe to this extent and -
"My apologies, Gojo!"
You voice is uncomfortably loud in the early morning hush. His laugh is light, airy, in spite of the fact that he does not turn to look at you.
"What do you mean? You haven't said anything. Keep watch. Nothing gets past me, but it always pays to be alert."
So saying, his tall, rangy form strides forward, never pausing, never slowing to take stock of his surroundings, until he vanishes from your sight. You wait for a few minutes before lashing your consciousness to a new concealing curtain.
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Two of the four young sorcerers died that night. The two who had survived had holed up in the uppermost floor of an abandoned high rise, waiting out the swarm of flesh eating curses circling below. Gojo's arrival, as you'd learned later, had diverted the shoal of piranha-like creatures, each of them riccocheting with reckless abandon across the length of the interior in an attempt to impale, tear, rip him to shreds.
None of that happened, of course. Gojo wasn't hailed as the strongest for no reason. He'd dispatched the remaining curses within minutes and rescued the surviving sorcerers.
It was a full month before you saw him again.
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"Oi oi oi. Miss Daydreamer. Earth to - "
"Mist- Gojo! Please don't creep up on me."
He leans back, seemingly satisfied at the reaction he's pulled from you, and you briefly understand why Ijichi mutters about how annoying this man is under his breath as a constant litany.
Gojo is dressed in a light shirt and jeans today, a pair of designer sunglasses shading his eyes. Without the blindfold, his hair falls around his ears, soft as the first snow of the season. He is beautiful in a way that you refuse to allow your body to acknowledge, fixing your glance on the dark, reflective surface of the glasses.
"Gojo ... are you helping your students with training today?"
"Hmm hmm. Maybe. Set 'em up for a good old sparring session. Nothing better than seeing the ducklings beating each other into the dirt."
He laughs, but he won't distract you with that. He had obviously recognized you from that mission, meaning it was still clear in his memory. And if he remembered you, then ...
"Are you okay?"
The words are out before you have a chance to think, really think, about how clumsy and stilted they sound. What you've said has had some effect, though. He pauses, cocking his head slightly, as if he'd assumed he'd misheard you.
"What was that?"
You suck in a breath. Now you're really in for it, but you can't stop and-
"I asked if you were all right. After ... the mission last month."
His silence is unnerving now, but he remains where he is, eyes unknowable behind those lenses.
"Why wouldn't I be okay?"
"Well ... you did find those sorcerers ... you know. Dead. And you had to handle everything afterwards -"
The fresh peal of laughter assaults your ears like a sudden thunderclap. You start in disbelief as he doubles over, clutching at his sides. It's only after a moment of standing there in shocked consternation that you recognise the uncontrollable nature of it, the fact that he simply can't help himself, that he genuinely doesn't care how his laughter seems to you, or anyone else watching. The realisation sobers you, causes the heated flush of outrage to fade from your cheeks.
When he recovers, he heaves in a large breath, exaggeratedly patting his chest.
"Well now. That's the first time in ... hmmm. Actually, I don't know!"
"First time for what?"
You frown slightly, wondering if he was just teasing you again.
"That anyone asked if I was okay."
"Gojo, please. That's something people ask each other every day, and-"
"And seldom mean it."
His voice has changed, carrying that quiet note of sincerity, as it had that day outside the veil. It makes you stop short. Gojo continues, musingly.
"People who ask me that question don't really want an honest answer. I'm the strongest after all."
You raise an eyebrow, obstinate.
"So? What does your strength have to do with a simple query like this? Being the strongest doesn't mean that losing comrades hurts any less, does it?"
This time, his smile is genuine, sharp-edged, more vulnerable than anything you'd seen adorn his face before, if sinfully brief. He turns away from you again, before you have time to fully absorb it.
"No. No it doesn't."
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When you were little, there had been a documentary on television that you'd found quite fascinating. The subject matter was prehistoric life of various kinds, and one of the episodes focused on a genus of pterosaur, the Quetzalcoatlus.
You could picture it, from back then, the massive wingspan, the conical beak slicing through the atmosphere, the serpentine neck, the fabric of its flesh stretched over a hollow, light framework of bone. Majestic, isolated, doomed.
His strength, as great as it is, will fail. His power will fade. The magnificent scope and breadth of his life, burning so fiercely, will eventually run out of fuel. Sorcerers aren't immortal, their power finite. Gojo Satoru is no exception to the rule.
The Quetzalcoatlus of your childhood had haunted you, in many ways. In the present, you think of it sometimes, when you look at Gojo.
You see it in the way he accepts the death of those weaker than himself, the way he still takes on the education and training of future generations in spite of this. Gojo has accepted, fully, his responsibility as the strongest, the weight of the lives that lie heavy in his hands. You gather that he has found his own way of dealing with the responsibility.
What you can't understand is why everyone else assumes he'd find it easy.
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You determine that, from here on out, you will make it a point to speak to him whenever you see him, like any of your regular colleagues. Isn't that essentially what he is?
As concerned as you were over his possible reaction to this, you needn't have worried. Gojo's face now lights up with unholy glee whenever he sees you in the corridor, his taunts loud and effusive. He often pinches the 'teabags' under your eyes, as he seems fond of calling them, and asks you obnoxiously about which man you'd been losing sleep over.
On one occasion, you'd snapped out that the man was him.
"Me?"
"Yes. You, oh divine Gojo, of the brilliant hair and eyes that burn like the flames of a heavenly torch."
He hands pause in their fitful pinching, dropping away from your face, and he pouts.
"Why you gotta say it like that?"
"Do people not compliment you?"
"All the time."
"Then why aren't you happy with my compliments?"
"They don't sound very sincere."
"Oh, it's sincerity you're after?"
"Why, yes."
"You're exceptionally irritating."
Eyebrows wiggling over the dark rim of the sunglasses, his glance drifts suggestively south.
"I've been known to cause some irritation in the nethers of many, many people."
"So now you're a yeast infection?"
"Oh, come on."
Abruptly he straightens and looks past you. You follow his gaze and spy three distinct shades of hair pass by, the light pink of Itadori Yuuji, the burnished orange of Nobara Kugisaki and the spiky black of Fushiguro Megumi. Gojo's students. Your glance briefly at him, trying to guage the expression on his face.
The three students meander on their way to the canteen, oblivious, chattering amongst each other, Megumi seeming slightly irritated at the antics of the other two. You watch as they spot Gojo and yourself, prompting a cheery wave from Yuuji, and then they pass out of sight. You watch as Gojo's grin shifts to an echo of melancholy, one of memory. Your words seem to jog him out of his thoughts.
"They're good kids."
He nods absently.
"They'll be great sorcerers someday. They're my students after all."
"I didn't mean 'good' in that sense."
Gojo pauses, then removes his glasses, turning them over deftly in his long, clever fingers. The crystalline purity of his glance pierces you like a spear. 
"Say, who recruited someone as soft as you? I think I'm gonna have to have words with our HR."
His words are light, but betray the scrutiny with which he regards you.
"I wouldn't call it soft."
"What would you call it then?"
"Empathetic, maybe?"
"Empathy can take you to dangerous places in this business."
The warning in his tone is now unmistakeable.
"Do you think empathy is a curse, then?"
"I do. Up there in the ranks of kindness and love."
"And yet, you're capable of both those things."
Again, you cannot help yourself. There is something about Gojo that is so insurmountably intimidating, in all his brilliance, that you feel no fear at showing your own flaws and errant thoughts. What comparison could be drawn between the likes of you and him anyway?
The turn of the glasses between his fingers slows and stops, and, to your surprise, he does not laugh away your sentiments as you expected him to.
"How do you know I'm capable of those things?"
"Because you're human, like the rest of us."
The corridor seems to echo yours words back and forth, endless in their inevitability. Gojo's posture, slouched and nonchalant, doesn't quite match the intensity with with he watches you.
"One could say ..."
He takes a step closer to you.
"One could say that my power is an aspect of me that can't be overlooked."
And now, you can feel his cursed energy, rushing like a whirlpool around you both, heady, treacherous beyond your comprehension, fixing you in place like a moth on a collector's board. He is now close enough that your noses are almost touching, and the scent of his energy is chemical, the clean, sharp tang of burning ozone. Your voice is hushed against the deafening rush of raw power, inaudible to anyone else in your vicinity.
"It's a part of you. Not separate from you. It doesn't define you, only your circumstances."
His eyes widen a little and suddenly, the flow of cursed energy comes to an abrupt halt, and a whoosh of amusement escapes his lips, fanning warm over your cheeks and nose. He hasn't altered his proximity to you.
Something cold slides into your hand. Tearing your eyes away from his, you see his sunglasses have been slotted neatly into the clench of your fingers. Gojo winks, then steps away, creating reluctant distance between you.
"You know, you should wear these whenever I run into you. Makes those eyes of yours easier to bear."
"Excuse me?"
But he is moving away, down the corridor, waving his temporary goodbye.
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It is a cool spring afternoon the first time Satoru kisses you. He's always been a tease, and was often fond of riling up others, with either his stunning looks or impossible personality. You'd never set much store by his many, many flirtatious advances as a result, which made him quite sulky.
On this particular day, you'd been assigned to drive him back to Tokyo from his last assignment. The journey was at least an hour, and he insisted on playing the most headache-inducing funk music for most of it. You indulged him and did not give him the satisfaction of your agitation. Accordingly, he grew bored very quickly.
"Hey! Stop here."
"We've already stopped twice for toilet breaks. Unless you have a bladder issue of some kind -"
"No, not for that! It's been ages since I've eaten the dango here. Let's stop and get a snack, please?"
Sighing, you pull off slowly into the small designated parking area beside the road. The tea shop Gojo has indicated is very traditional, with numerous patterned umbrellas over outdoor benches. The smell of roasting dango and syrup hangs in the air, delectable tendrils of scent descending over you both as you approach.
Gojo insists on ordering the entire set, with tea, and soon you're seated beneath the plum blossoms, enjoying the warm, sweet and slightly charred flesh of the chewy dango. Gojo points one of his empty skewers in your direction.
"Do you like sweets?"
"Oh, yeah. Mochi is my favourite."
"Really?"
He perks up, leaning towards you, now wagging the skewer dangerously close to your nose.
"I didn't put you down as a someone who liked treats."
"Why?"
"You're so pragmatic. If mochi started to fall from the sky, you'd probably bag a sample and send it to the health and safety authorities."
"Conversely, you're the kind to eat the mochi straight out of the gutter."
"Then I need you to balance me off, right?"
You shoot him a sharp glance. Today, he's back in his dark, high collared suit jacket, the blindfold secured firmly, ensconced in his public persona. As if sensing your scrutiny, he slowly unbuttons the jacket, holding the dango impishly between his teeth in a manner that you supposed he thought was seductive. You sigh and take another bite.
"In what way do I balance you off?"
"You give cute sidekick vibes, ya know?"
"You're about to drive yourself home."
"Fine, fine."
He lapses into benign silence before slowly removing his blindfold. He places it on the table, piled carelessly, but in a position where you can't help but notice it.
"You know why I wear this?"
"Vaguely. It's so that you can't exhaust yourself. Because of your technique."
"Something like that, yes. You have the glasses I gave you the other day?"
You produce them immediately from a pocket where you've been keeping them safely. One test of their nature had shown you that wearing them didn't just shade your eyes, but cut out light entirely. Anyone with normal vision would be effectively blinded by them. You hand them over to him, but he shakes his head.
"Put them on."
"But -"
"Humour me."
"Fine. But you know I can't see anything."
Complying reluctantly, you place them on the bridge of your nose, hitching them up slightly with a finger.
"Do I look -"
Your words are cut off by the sensation of his lips on yours. It isn't the kind of kiss you expected from him. His lips are soft, so soft, warm, delicate. The dizzying incongruity of this man being the strongest sorcerer alive doesn't escape you. He's caught you off guard, and so you don't initially respond to it. He pauses, lingering against you for a second, before starting to draw away.
You won't let him.
You hear his slightly startled grunt as your fingers hook under the collar of his shirt and you pull him back towards you. You tilt your head, drinking in his scent, his sweetness, the gentle brush of sensitised skin, the humid heat of his breath washing over you.
The way he surrenders to you, leans in to you, the soft thrum that begins somewhere deep in his chest, exhaled against you in a low groan, brings the soft realisation as to why he'd made you wear the glasses.
You pause, resting your forehead against his, drinking in the feather light brush of his hair against your brow. Holding him like this, you can feel the power and vitality that surges just beneath the surface of his skin, the wiry, remarkable strength in his grip on the curve of your hips. Even now, you can't take the glasses off. You respect his wishes too much for that.
As the dango cools by your side, Satoru allows himself to indulge in your lips once more. In this misty-edged snapshot in time, he is not lonely. The span of his great wings, those that carry him up, up, further away from the commonplace, are no longer pushing every other soul away with their powerful beat. He doesn't watch the ground fall away beneath him, like a vast continent his feet will never touch again.
Today, he flies free, straight into this fleeting moment where he can be an ordinary man,  kissing his lover beneath the soft, soft fall of plum blossoms, untouched, never changing.
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Dividers by: @adornedwithlight
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courtneedsleep · 25 days ago
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he’s a fushiguro 📸
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courtneedsleep · 1 month ago
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precious 🩵
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courtneedsleep · 1 month ago
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today’s sketches
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courtneedsleep · 1 month ago
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This one is for @rahuratna because she’s literally everything.
If you can take just like five seconds to comment a cheese or two or three or five for Rahu 🧀
Send her all the cheeses. 🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀
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courtneedsleep · 2 months ago
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fulfillment 🦋
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courtneedsleep · 2 months ago
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shine bright 🔅
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