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minascasket · 10 days ago

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ur theme is so pretty omd.. I wanted to req how you think nerd!gojo would be like pre relationship but take ur time

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◟ 𓋜 what's before like between you and nerd!satoru gojo 𓎢𓎟𓎡

𓏴𓏴 PAIRING: gojo satoru x fem!reader ㅤ ♡ྀི ₊

⸝⸝ ㆍ ♩ SYNOPSIS　˃˂ gojo satoru trying his best to get with you, while distraught over your oblivious rejections. ꒱ ❞ ‧ ₊˚ ★﹐WARNINGS．﹗﹑none, just fluff!!

೯ ⁺ cc WC ᰋ 1.1k ୧ ‧ ₊˚ MINA'S NOTES 𓋜 the jennie ruby red theme goes so hard!! thank you for being my first ever ask anon <3. animated divider by @/cafekitsune

Something about nerd!satoru gojo is that he refuses to admit he’s wrong, and his feelings towards a certain other physics student in his classes.

It’s not like he has bad looks or a terrible personality either. His presence alone when he first enters any lecture hall, even if it’s a class he isn’t in and is just tagging along to bother Suguru or Nanami, it demands attention. Girls pausing their conversations and quickly fixing their hair, sitting up straighter, boys would look up from their laptops and try to make a conversation with him.

“Yo! Satoru, did you see the new teaser they dropped for another rockstar game?”

“Satoruuuu! You promised to drink with me last week!”

Satoru would only stop momentarily, probably poking Nanami’s cheek or showing Suguru how good his pulls went last night in some gacha game. “Oh?” He would hum with a raised eyebrow, lowering his headphones. “I don’t drink, so I probably lied to you, and yeah— I did see that trailer, game probably won’t drop for the next 6 years though.”

He’s asked out multiple times a week. Pulled aside by girls after tutorials and lectures, while Suguru and the others would either wait patiently or walk away to the nearest café. Cupcakes, cookies, letters with hearts and his name written neatly, you name it and it was given to him. The most heartfelt and shy confessions all the way to some of the most blunt comments made about him, and yet he’d reply the same.

“I’m kinda in the middle of planning out my super duper, awesome, 100% fail proof plan to confess to this absolute goddess at the moment, sorry.”

“…huh?”

“…I said I’m not interested. That’s what I mean.”

The interest was lost and he’d either send them away crying, or cursing him out.

“Please stop talking about your anime waifu’s, I don’t care!” Shoko would whine to him, throwing her head back and covering her face with her hands. Suguru would chuckle, pulling her closer by her chair, while Nanami and Sukuna would scoot away from him and try to remain discreet. Satoru would be left, talking mostly to himself, scrolling on some sketchy website all about rating the top ten anime waifu’s.

But then… there’s you.

Suddenly Satoru’s the one straightening his back, closing the weird browsers on his laptop, clearing his voice and trying to act like he was nonchalant about being in the same lecture hall as you. Early as always, awaiting the physics professor.

“So… Sukuna, wanna hit the gym later? I mean I’m already soooooo ripped..” he trailed off one morning, leaning back on his chair as he not-so-secretly eyed you up and down, entering the hall.

You pursed your lip subconsciously, eyeing the empty hall and seeing only two students sitting right in the middle of the hall, fiddling with the pink jangling keychain on your tote bag. Hesitant steps forward on the shiny Dr Marten shoes, about as far as possible from the white haired and pink haired student before a voice called, stopping you in your tracks.

“Wait!” Satoru was halfway to crawling over the seats, hand outreached for you, his grey hood from his hoodie falling off his head, basketball shorts with the smallest peak of his designer boxers showing. He paused and coughed, standing up straight and fixing his clothes and brushing back the messy locks of white hair.

“I mean—.. there’s a free seat right next to me,” Satoru corrected himself while looking away, trying to calm his racing heart and his ears that were burning red.

“There’s nothing but free seats in this entire hall,” Sukuna snorted to himself, before feeling Satoru zip his jacket up all the way and muffle his voice. “H-hey! What the fuck..?!” He grumbled and yelled, trying to unzip the hoodie.

Satoru cleared his throat once again and tried to work his charm, while Sukuna was angrily yelling about killing Satoru once he figured out where the zip was. “As I said, there’s a free seat next to me and I’m kind of a genius so…” he paused and glanced over at you, cliche kdrama music playing in his head, “…sit next to me.” He nodded at his own words, unable to hide the smirk as he imagined how the rest of this series would play out, you’d squeal, “kyaa! it’s not like I like you or anything!” While he would pull you closer and use his irresistible charm. “You’re my little baka-chan… okay? So don’t go kissing any other—” the voice stopped playing in his head when he realised where you were sitting down.

Directly next to Sukuna, and helping him unzip the jacket.

He could help but pout for the rest of the lecture, subtly glancing at you whenever he thought you weren’t looking, and sending glares to Sukuna. The pink haired menace only stuck out his tongue at Gojo, only chatting with you during the lecture when he really wanted to piss off the white haired boy.

But it’s not like that was the only rejection Satoru faced from you.

He’d follow you around like a puppy on wednesdays, the days where you both shared the exact same schedule, a two hour lecture on Quantum Mechanics at 10 in the morning, a 15 minute meeting of the ‘Anime club’ at lunch in the university’s library, and an hour long tutorial of ‘Astrophysics 101’ at 3pm.

He’d lie and act nonchalant the whole day, trying the ‘play hard to get’ tutorial he found on reddit two days prior to get you to magically fall in love with him. It didn’t work, all you did was smile at him obliviously and blink at him with that glassy eyed stare that always made his heart race like it was about to explode. At some point his heart might’ve actually exploded the day that you took up his offer of holding his hand while walking towards your next class together.

He just could not stop the goofy smile that made its way to his lips, while his breathing got way more shallow, trying to puff out his chest and appear more tough than he actually was.

But then, you’d let go of his hand the moment you saw Sukuna, happily smiling and waving to him, running up and hugging the man. Leaving Satoru Gojo distraught on the ground, grovelling at the gravel and cursing out Sukuna in his mind for capturing the heart of his real life anime waifu.

“I will win this 50/50!” Satoru whispered to himself determined, while Sukuna deadpanned down at his state, trying to figure out if he should tell Satoru that you and him had grown up together like siblings.

‘Probably best not to tell him,’ Sukuna shrugged, ‘let him think he’s got no chance’ Sukuna thought.

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minascasket · 15 days ago

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TOKYO DRIFT !?

◟𓋜 where the jjk men are furious and fast !! 𓎢𓎟𓎡

𓏴𓏴 RACERS: g. satoru, g. suguru, n. kento, r. sukuna ꩜ྀི｡

ೀ WARNINGS: mdni!! mentions of gangs, drugs, blood, death, guns, murders, covered up homocides, illegal street racing, gambling, nudity, smut, mutual mastùrbation, mentions of blòwjobs, etc. toxic men, jjk men hating each other, reader is just along for the ride, only sukuna and gojo are actual street racers, kento & suguru are working at street racing events for other things, can be wtv you want. written entirely in 2nd person and for a fem!reader!!

WC: 5.6k

⸝⸝ㆍ ♩G. SATORU　˃˂

The 6 eyes, recognised by his flashy blue modified car. By far, the most modified car, with the racer having learnt the engines, controls, etc by memory. With no help whatsoever from others just from how advanced the tech was. Sukuna always scoffed, arguing that Satoru needed his little gadgets to win against him, while he only needed his skills.

He wins almost every race.

There’s no joke about his prodigy status, especially when he’s been training some new kids on the block named Megumi and Yuta. Though, not many, in fact no one outside of you and Satoru knew about the two kids personally. Having to take care of them, since fushiguro’s father and mother weren’t in the picture anymore and yuta’s early prodigy status was irresistible for Gojo.

Despite the crowd of women flocking to his car after races or even before them at the showcases, his eyes remained on one woman. You.

And yet, he still entertained girls now and then with flirty comments and glances, just to see you jealous. “Pleaseeee?” The girl begged, as she was offering a marker to the white haired racer an hour before the race was set to begin. Her lips jutted out in a petulant pout to appear more cute, while her other hand was pointing at her dangerous amount of cleavage.

Satoru, like an idiot, just curled his lips into an amused smirk while scrunching his nose in agreement, “never signed someone’s tits before but if you’re sure…” he huffed.

Taking the marker out of her hand, he popped off the cap with his teeth, one hand out to steady her while the other was rapidly signing his signature. Even taking the time to poorly draw a little chibi of himself and his car on her skin. A flick of his wrist and he's flipping a coin, watching it flip in the air as he muttered to himself with a smirk, "heads and I get a kiss..." before landing it smack on the back of his opposite hand and smirking down at it.

"Tails, she's pissed at me."

He staggered into the sleek car, opening the shiny car door softly and trying to gauge your reaction. Your head turned away from him, only able to see a small glimpse of your face in the reflection of the window. Not even a greeting, he could practically feel the anger seething off you.

“Satoru,” you talked to him flatly as he felt a strange thrill tingle down him, not your usual calls of “..‘toru!” In a whiny tone. He squealed out happily and reached out his arms quickly, trying to get a feel of his favourite girl.

You stopped him halfway, hand outreached and pressing your palm flat to his face, his dark tinted sunglasses smushed against his face. His eyes squeezed shut as he didn’t bother to even remove your hand, just continuing to try and reach out to hold you.

“Babyyy, are you mad at me? C’mon, you know I didn’t do anything bad!” He pouted playfully and tried to reach out further again to hold you.

You grumbled, lips downward in a small frown and your lower lip jutted out in a small pout. He was close enough to smell the strong musk of his cologne, you liked to joke about it being ‘illegal cologne for criminals’ when you were not annoyed with Satoru. Right now was not one of those times.

“Satoru. I know what I saw,” you scoffed and let go of his face to jerk your thumb back over your shoulder, pointing at the girl still outside the car window nearby. “You think it’s a joke? I’m being serious, you’re gonna end up sleeping on the…” you trailed off confused before grumbling his name in a louder, high pitched tone when he pulled out a small coke bag from the pocket of his leather jacket.

“I swear to god if you snort cocaine before a race, when I’m mad at you—“ you paused to snatch away the baggy and stuff it down the side of the car you were in. “—I’m never seeing you again and you can say goodbye to… sleeping with me, holding my hand…” you continued to rattle off on your fingers.

Satoru sighed but smirked, reaching out to hold your hands in his, pressing kisses onto your knuckles when you tried to punch him. “Are you jealous, pretty girl?”

His teasing question was mean with your deadpanned face, completely unamused and thinking long strings of swears towards him.

He chuckled before leaning over to kiss at your forehead, even while you grumbled and halfheartedly tried to push him off of you. “C’mon, as if you’d ever be able to to refuse sleeping with THE Satoru Gojo,” he scoffed proudly and leaned back in his own chair, blue eyes staring into yours.

“Plus I looooove you, isn’t that enough? I wouldn’t ever cheat,” he argued earnestly, enough to make you pout and falter in your annoyance a little. You knew Satoru. Knew that from being such a high status, as being the clan leader of the ‘Gojo Clan’, the only recent successor to have one of those special knacks for dealing with cars and having multiple eyes just to know what races he would win and what ones he wouldn’t, he would’ve cast you aside already if he wasn’t serious about being exclusive with you.

He’s already got a lot on his plate, the recent drug busts at where he would usually have Nanami deal, and rivalling Sukuna, the leader of the Ryomen clan for so long, maybe he was just tired and it looked like—

“Besides, I barely stared at her tits for like, what? 4 seconds? I stare at your tits like all the time—” he was casually admitting with that signature smirk, before letting out some playful exaggerated grunts when you punched his chest and shoulder repeatedly. “—uff pretty girl did I say something wrong? C’mon, why are you punching the most handsome man in the universe? Is this to do with that ovulation cycle reminder notification on your phone? You can just ask nicely for me to fuck—”

He was in the middle of playfully teasing you, before hearing the annoying growl of an engine drive in front of him towards the race line. Sukuna leaning out of his car with a scowl, “Yah, are you still parked here? I mean, I know I’m a strong racer but giving up sooooo easily?” He smirked before sticking out his tongue and pulling down at his lower eye lid just to piss Satoru off. He was eventually pulled back into his car by his girlfriend, out of view for you and Satoru to see.

You sighed when Satoru didn’t pause to start up the sleek, illegally modified car and quickly pulled up to the start line of the race. “Look, all I’m asking is that you stop… are you even listening to me right now?” You glared at Satoru.

Meanwhile, Satoru was truly listening to you, but just to piss you off even more, had his eyes playfully undressing the scantily dressed flag girl who was approaching and standing between the two revving cars. He only whined and gently grabbed your hand when you were pinching his ear in retaliation, “okay okay, I’m not gonna stare, let me focus on the race so that asshole can’t win.”

The red lights flashed down at the two revving cars, dust and flames flying as cheers were heard all around from people watching. All from novice racers to fan girls of Satoru and Sukuna. The loud mechanical beeps as the flag girl shifted the top piece of her race flag bikini, before swiftly raising the two flags in her hands. Satoru’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, shifting the grip as he leaned his head back and cockily glimpsed over at Sukuna’s car.

Your hands gripped down on the leather seat with a fast and tight hold, a second before both the flags were lowered quickly. Cars zoomed past her in a flash, the red sleek car initially took the lead.

“Cocky bastard..” Satoru scoffed when seeing Sukuna sticking his tongue out at him for a brief moment when he was whizzing past.

It didn’t take long for the whizzing blue car to ram upwards near the last minute of the race. You were busy squeezing your eyes shut and counting down from ten, hoping you didn’t throw up. Satoru was getting off on the thrill, on the chase, on the racetrack.

Just as soon as it started, the car stopped to a slow halt. Satoru’s hand pulled away from the fancy gadgets and modifications to grab at your thigh, rubbing gently. His breath uneven, despite the cocky smirk that made its way to his lips. His other hand making way through the locks of white hair, a self satisfied expression.

He won. Again.

“Get in the backseat,” he breathed out, rubbing your thigh gently before letting go.

You wanted to be mad, to be annoyed at him and set your foot down. To show him just how much he had pushed you this time, to show him just how scary you could be when he tried to get on your bad side. You were bad at that. So bad at it.

The wet shlicks filled the car, rocking it gently on its tires. Parked in some dark corner under a bridge, far away from race or anyone really. Clothes thrown across the car, in random places, as both of your sweat slicked bodies combined. The windows were fogged up, a hand quickly reaching out to draw a shaky smiley face through the fog. You didn’t even have the energy or brain to complain to Satoru about being distracted.

Hell, you were distracted. His muscular body completely covering yours in the now sweaty leather seats in the back, his face focused entirely on your expression. White locks sticking to his forehead before he brushed a hand through his hand and grabbed your legs, hitching your ankles over his shoulders.

You whined out his name at the different angle, reaching out your hands for him when he leaned down, essentially folding you in half. “…’toruuuu..” you whined when he smirked between heavy breaths.

“First time you’re calling me that— fuck, tonight, huh? god you’re so tight…” He groaned out when tracing a shaky finger over your cheek.

“I’m.. mmh, still mad…!” You tried to whine out, before letting out a high pitched moan when he thrusted in erratically. A breathless chuckle escaped his lips when he stared down, taking in your blissed out expression. “Yeah, pretty girl? Keep going.. ngh— keep complaining while I make you— fuck, cum on my c-cock..”

Oh god. You were so screwed.

⸝⸝ㆍ ♩ G. SUGURU　˃˂

Geto Suguru, the mechanic.

While specifically working for Satoru as his best friend, everyone had small business dealings with the cunning man. He’s the man that all novice racers think of as too good to be working at these street racing events, too pure-hearted and meant for big star companies. Suspected to have a secret child with you, from how gentle he is with the two girls he had fostered a year ago.

But they don’t know how he gets when he’s angry, how he gets when he knows he can get a jackpot out of manipulating one of the poor little gambling addicts that nanami had trapped in this sick world. They don’t know how mean he is behind everyone’s back, gossiping and laughing at all the misfortunes befalled on people that never suspected him to be behind it.

You do though.

His little assistant. Always babbling your pretty little head off while showing him all the cool new contraptions and modifications you had made to one of their test cars, showing him the freaky gadgets you had made in your spare time. Flicking his forehead whenever he jokingly insulted you, “mhmmmm, now how about you actually get back to your job that I pay you for doll?” His gossip sessions are met with the most unamused looks from you, “his dumbass went and got caught after I gave him all that counterfeit– hey! Come on, why are you looking at me like that? I told him to not show anyone,” he would laugh out before shaking his head and getting back to the engine of the car.

And then it was the other part of your little relationship that neither of you addressed.

The stolen kisses, the make out sessions in the back of Satoru’s car that neither of you told him about. He mayyyyy or may not have eaten you in the back of said car before too, and his mean tsking whenever you made a mess and squirted, but it’s whatever, you know? But it’s not just one sided either! You jerk him off whenever you two are bored in the workshop, or suck him off when he asks all nicely, just… needing a little something to take the edge off.

Free time in the workshop is either spent getting fucked out of your mind by Suguru, or getting high.

“I just wanna get high with my lover ♫” Kalil Uchis’s voice sings sweetly in the background, loudly playing from your phone that was forgotten on the console of the car. Suguru scoffed and groaned, throwing his head back before sitting up in the car again and throwing the joint out the window, to be cleaned and dealt with later.

“You always put on this goddamn song… do you need to be so literal?” He questioned you incredulously, “every situation calls for a weirdly specific song.”

You only looked at him annoyed in response, too busy grabbing your phone off the console, about to change the song. “You played that one ‘mantra’ song when getting ready to go out with Shoko and Utahime last weekend, and don’t even get me started on our last little ‘sleepover’ where you started playing motive by Ariana Grande when I was trying to initiate a kiss!”

“I was kidding around!” You giggled at him and shared a small glance at him while he crawled over the dashboard from the driver seat into the back passenger seats where you were. “Also, are you admitting we’re lovers?” You cooed at him with a playful pout.

“Ohhh, we’re going back into this again?” He said absentmindedly, his eyes everywhere but on you. Throwing some bits and bobs from the seats out the window before settling back next to you.

“I’m gonna play… Love Hangover next if—“ you were speaking before you stopped at the feeling of Suguru cupping the back of your neck, his hand warm and rough. Before you even knew it, his lips pressed onto yours, all warm and soft, moving with gentleness that made your thighs ache. You were left wanting more when he pulled away after a seconds, pouting while he looked at you with a deadpan.

“Don’t play any other goddamn songs, okay?” He told you, and covered your mouth when you were about to speak. “Just nod or shake your pretty head doll,” he instructed as you nodded.

A beat of silence overtook you both, before he asked a question that made you feel a small throb. His smile was so sweet, you could’ve mistaken his question for something wholesome if you hadn’t actually heard him.

“Do you wanna spread your legs for me, doll?”

y/n whines and begins to subconsciously press her thighs together before nodding while he smirks and begins to ease her back, spreading her legs, cooing “yeah? Wanna spread your legs for Suguru, doll?”

You hesitated before letting out a soft whine when feeling his hand already trailing up your waist and hooking onto the waistband of the cargo pants you had on, small stains and spills of oil and other car fluids. Your head moved subconsciously, nodding to his request as he smirked at your state and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

God you should really rethink the type of underwear you wear when knowing Suguru’s going to do this.

He slid off your jeans with ease, pushing you back to lay down on the seats and spread your legs to accommodate his large shoulders. “Can’t I pick a song at least?” You whined with a small pout, while Suguru was busy pushing your underwear aside, into the junction of your thigh and letting out a warm breath at the sight of your glistening folds.

“Yeah yeah, just— don’t put on some specific song..” he muttered before leaning in the flat on his thumb to rub over your puffy folds.

Your hands trembled when holding your phone, before giving up when you felt him waste no time in leaning his tongue in and tasting you. Your lips spread by his hands, while he leaned his tongue in to drive kitten licks all over your sensitive spots.

Your hands were still trembling, as you clawed them down to dig into Suguru’s scalp, causing him to groan into your sensitive skin. A shiver running down your neck, when he pushed in a finger inside your tight hole, before adding a second and pumping them in unison. “fuuuuck yeah—“ he groaned, focusing his tongue to suckle on your puffy clit.

He was a messy eater too, loudly slurping and suckling while you whined and moaned, half embarrassed and half turned on. Your hands tugging on his hair, confused whether you wanted him closer or whether you wanted him to shut up.

“Y-you’re so loud…” you stuttered a little, before letting a small whimper of his name slip. He scoffed a little, continuing to suckle and slurp loudly. His voice was muffled against your dripping entrance, too focused on getting you off.

“You know I’m not g’nna stop..” was what you could make out of his voice between the lewd noises.

It wasn’t long before your thighs began to tremble, your voice rising a pitch higher and your nails digging in gently to his scalp. He could tell the signs, all too familiar with them when he redoubled in his efforts to make you come. With a whine of his name, you came, cumming on his face and leaving his chin, cheeks and lips dripping with your essence.

He pulled away slowly and licked his lips, before using the back of his hand to wipe at just how messy your cum was on his cheeks and chin.

“Now you wanna bend over for me or what?”

⸝⸝ㆍ ♩ N. KENTO　˃˂

He does the dirty work that no one else at the car meet ups do. He’s the one pulling up his sleeves, all to keep his wife quiet and safe.

Your husband, as sweet and transparent as he makes himself, he lies. He lies to you so innocently, you have no choice but to believe him! He’s doing business, he’s keeping you all safe at your shared home, living like a princess. All you have to do is love him, and don’t question what he does.

Sure he comes back home with blood on his sleeves a few times, the smell of weed and his palm often seems unnaturally red, but he can’t be lying to you! He’s Kento Nanami, your husband, the one who doesn’t lie.

All you know of his co-workers is that they’re lazy and clueless to how his ‘industry’ really works. What is Kento’s industry? … business. What type of business? And by that question he would’ve already distracted you and made you forget all about your silly concerns. Sukuna’s there for the thrill of beating Satoru Gojo, and Satoru’s there for the thrill of the race itself. Neither of them want to ‘bore’ themselves with recruits for the races.

So while you’re sitting all pretty and cozy at home, Kento’s rolling back his sleeves and adjusting his tie in the grimy bathroom. Looking dead straight ahead, and hiding his wedding ring into his wallet, before picking up his briefcase and exiting with a sigh.

It’s only a few steps on the sticky floors of Shibuya subway before he tilts his head to the side, analysing the man in the hoodie in front of him.

Easy enough.

The young man, with a small stubble and greying eyes looks up from his phone when seeing a smiling Nanami Kento, looking down at him. Nanami doesn’t think twice before flicking the cigarette out of the young man’s hand and stepping it into the floor with the most charming smile.

“Hey, what the hell man?” The man questioned him, getting riled up and confused. Pushing his hoodie back to reveal the messy black locks of hair on his face, his jumper wasn’t zipped up properly either. Revealing a green fast food employee uniform, with the name tag still on, ‘Atushi’. He ran a hand through his hair, scoffing at Nanami as the blond man reached out his hand with a business card.

“Please, no need to yell sir. I can tell you’re a good man, smart enough to make money…” Kento trailed off, glancing down at the name tag away before chuckling in that unnerving smile again when Atushi snatched the business card out of his hand.

“What’s it to you? I’m not here to join your weird multi level marketing scheme—“ he was speaking annoyed, eyes reading over the card before raising one of his eyebrows confused. It was all about car racing, and how much money people made within the first week. Too good to be true.

“Are you one of those YouTubers that play pranks on random people? What the hell is this?” He argued back and shook the card in his hands.

“No no, please, good sir, I would never!” Nanami shook his head innocently and smiled at Atushi. Adjusting his tie discreetly, and running a hand through his well groomed blond locks. His lips, although smiling and soft, his eyes only crinkled slightly. Making a small chill run down Atushi’s neck, maybe he shouldn’t yell so much in a random subway.

“…I do need money, but I’m not doing whatever—“ he shook the card in his hand again, “—this is!” He huffed.

Nanami only smiled in response before offering the man two things from his large hands. His name tag, and a small stack of fresh 100,000 yen notes. Atushi looked at Nanami quizzically before glancing down at his chest again, noticing his name tag gone. When the hell did Nanami grab it?

“What— is this some kind of magic trick? I’m telling you man, I’m not interested, I’ve already got my sister to take care of,” Atushi shook his head and scoffed incredulously, hesitating to take his name tag back.

“Your sister, huh?” Nanami tilted his head to the side slightly before continuing. “I’m sure that a responsible man like you would know just how valuable even 100, 000 yen would be. It doesn’t take much to earn either, can you drive?”

Atushi hesitated, quacking glancing at Nanami’s face and then down at his hands again before looking up into those dark eyes. “I can. Why?”

“Novice races. They’re easy, really! You can even bet some money on the pro leagues, and earn huuuge stacks of cash,” Nanami persuaded him with that sweet smile. Offering out his hand again. “I’ll let you borrow this money from me with no charge, just promise me you’ll show up on Friday Night at the place on my card.” Kento grinned.

It felt like time had slowed for Atushi, as he hesitated between his two options. His grubby fast food job again, the manager he didn’t like, and barely able to pay for Keiko’s medical bills. The other option was more tempting, a whole golden goose if he played his cards right.

He took the money.

Kento grinned even wider and threw away the name tag. “You’re a smart man. I’m sure you’ll spend that money wisely.” Little did Atushi know about the word the smooth talking blond man had dragged him into.

Nanami would always return home, making sure to rub off any other smells and return the smell of that rich cologne you had picked out for him on your last anniversary. He felt a bit guilty every now and then when having to talk about how annoying his nonexistent office coworkers were, and convince you that it would be a terrible idea for you to ever visit him at the office.

“I’m making an honest living for us, aren’t I? Isn’t that enough, darling?” Kento asked in a soft voice when cupping your face and kissing your forehead.

“But… I’ve only met your office coworkers at our wedding!” You pouted at Kento and huffed softly. You had only met the charming Gojo and Geto at your wedding reception, both of them with their own plus ones and teasing Nanami about how Nanami always kept you away from their ‘workplace’.

“Ah, ah, ah” he shushed you quickly with a swift and soft kiss to your lips. Leaving you a little confused and dazed, pouting up at him.

You were about to protest before Nanami cut you off again, pressing his finger to your lips, “I’ll invite over Suguru and Satoru for dinner next week, how about that? You can even meet the new intern, Ino.” Quietness followed as you thought about it, while he held back that cunning smirk of his when his pretty wife finally shut her mouth.

“No point in dwelling on it now, I’ve already invited them,” he lied to you smoothly and adjusted his tie, loosening it while crawling onto the sofa with you. His hips settling between your thighs, his large warm hands gently pushing your nightgown out of the way. “Hm? And you wore… that piece?”

He raised an eyebrow, amused when glimpsing down at the cute pink number you had on with the little bow at the front, the one Kento loved.

His lips gently pressed onto your plump ones, silencing you while your thighs trembled and ached. Soft whimpers and whines escaping your lips, pressing Kento on to hook his fingers around the waistband of your underwear and sliiiiid them off smoothly. He pulled away from the kiss and held up your underwear, dangling it in front of you.

Your blush and embarrassed whine onto seemed to turn him on more, “Kento!” You squealed and tried to grab at the pink number, before he pulled it out of your reach and tutted at you. “Ah, ah, ah, greedy girl. What have I been teaching you?”

You pouted at his words, watching him stuff the lacy number into the pocket of his pants. “Patience…” you muttered, a little annoyed. He only seemed to smile at your words and kissed your forehead again, more mockingly this time. “Mhm, good job..” he cooed before continuing, “gonna keep this cute little number for later, okay? Save for when I’m all alone and missing.. this..”

He breathed out heavily, parting your legs again gently and sliding a single hand between, rubbing at the slit. “So messy…” he muttered mockingly.

His small teasing touches shifted bolder when he began to kiss you, muffling your small moans and whimpers. Two fingers gently but steadily pumping in and out of your puffy hole, the heel of his palm rubbing against your sensitive clit. You moaned his name out into the kiss, not even having to say a word as he fastened his movements.

“Such a pretty wife f’me..” he whispered into the kiss before pulling away, fingers not stopping in their pumping. He admired your flushed out look for a second before glancing down at where his fingers were so lewdly pumping in and out, small wet squelches could be heard. He smirked before looking back up at your face, cocking his head to the side.

“Stick your tongue out for me darling,” he muttered, his free hand trailing up to gently tilt your chin up.

You obliged obediently, making him groan softly, “such an obedient wife for me, aren’t you?” He cooed and began to slowly try and sneak a third finger in. When you began to whine and whimper at the intrusion, he leaned in and suckled on the tip of your tongue.

It wasn’t long before you came on his hand, warmly coating the tips of his fingers. His hand slowly sliding out after your orgasm, lifting it up to his lips before sucking them clean. Eyes locked onto your dazed and flustered ones, knowing he had successfully distracted you once again. Just like every other time when you tried to question him about anything tied to his job.

“Have you ever thought about having a baby, darling?” He asked, innocently enough for you to believe he was asking from the genuine curiosity and love he had for you. You nodded in response to his question, slurring on your words a little, breathless, “yeah.. sometimes…”

He nodded, before kissing your forehead again. “Wanna spread those pretty legs for me then, darling? Maybe we should do a test round… or two.”

⸝⸝ㆍ ♩ R. SUKUNA　˃˂

Sukuna’s known for his attitude. Everyone knows not to piss him off.

Everyone knows especially not to mess with his girlfriend, you. Someone flirts with you? Unconscious with a black eye an hour later. Someone compliments you? The most venomous glares ever, as if silently threatening the person to not overstep. Someone bumps into you? You have to physically pull Sukuna back from causing a scene.

He gets especially pissed off whenever he even catches a small glimpse of Gojo’s white hair. Someone with blue eyes look at him? He’s complaining to you about Gojo again. A white cat crosses the street? He’s complaining about Gojo.

You like to tease him though from time to time, “ooooh, I think sukuna’s just a little shy and wants to make friends with Satoru!” You’d coo at him.

He’d only glare and deadpan in response, swatting away your hand that was trying to pinch at his chubby cheek.

The worst days for everyone at the car race are when you’re mad at him. You don’t show up to ride in his car, preferring to stay all cozy in your shared penthouse, giving him the silent treatment when he was glaring at you, holding the keys and tapping his foot impatiently at the front door.

Now that he’s being ignored, suddenly it’s everyone's problem.

Nanami won’t approach him on that day, not even if it’s to share good news about the increase in earnings. Suguru makes sure to stay holed up in his workshop, busying himself with anything he possibly can and praying sukuna’s car doesn’t break down. The novice racers avoid him more than usual, even girls who watch his races know not to bother him when he’s in one of his tantrums when you’re in an argument with him.

The only person who provokes him and gets away with it is Satoru fucking Gojo.

Teasing him,dreamily and loudly talking about how he got to freely kiss his girlfriend, how wonderful it was to cuddle with her, even flexing about how his arguments were always resolved. It was a true miracle that Satoru wasn’t dead by like… his first meeting with sukuna a year ago.

Yet, when Sukuna makes up with you, earning his cuddle and kissing privileges back, he’s… nice.

You’re holding his hands and kissing his cheeks after he wins a race, and he’s trying his best not to make his blush obvious. Looking at you with the most fond eyes ever, as if you had personally hung the stars and created the earth he stood on. He’d break the law for you, buy a billion roses and still buy you even more, he’d burn the world for you if you wanted.

“Mwah! Mwah! Who’s my good boy?” you're cooing at him with a smile as sweet as honey, his lips fighting their hardest not to smile back. His cheeks are covered in pink sticky lip gloss, in the shape of your sweet kisses.

“Woman, are you trying to drown me in this–... this?” He tries his best to sound intimidating under the harsh lights of the streetrace venue, hundreds of eyes on him and his opponent. His hands gesturing to his face, a mocking scoff escaping his lips as he looks down at you incredulous.

You return his look back with a playful tilt of your head, playing innocent. “What? My love? My kisses? If you don’t want me to–”

Your playful words are cut off when he grabs at your wrists, keeping them near his face as he snarls down at you. His words come on in an embarrassing whisper as he keeps up the annoyed and dominant facade. “What? No–.. now I never said that… you know damn well what I meant, woman. Just–” he trails off, letting go of your wrists to look away with a sigh.

“– Just… continue what we’re doing later. When we’re back in the car.”

Ah yes, his car. His car that’s littered in traces of you. The sticky girly lipglosses, little keychains and pins, perfumes that were wayyyyy too expensive but sukuna still bought for you, and of course, all the small polaroids you took of your relationship. The sneakily photographed moments of Sukuna cuddling with you, sleeping and drooling on your chest, mixed in with more purposeful photos that sukuna took of you, or photos that you had asked others to take of you and sukuna.

Because no matter what others say about his attitude, you know Sukuna.The sweet sukuna that holds your hand the gentlest he can, the sweet sukuna that holds all your bags for you and carries you up the stairs if you're too tired.

The sweet sukuna that promises to marry you and make you carry his children when he’s hitting your cervix in your quiet penthouse, huffing and puffing while the bed creaks loudly. His breath tickling the back of your neck, while he uses one hand to push your face down in the pillow, the other large hand being so mean when he holds at your waist, preventing you from escaping.

No matter what, Sukuna loves you and treats you like a princess.

A/N: animated line dividers & mdni divider by @/cafekitsune.

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꒰ MINA'S HAUNTINGS ꒱ ⏤ ୧ ┈ ⟡ hauntings here can be triggering for certain audiences, please read warnings at the top of every haunting ˖ ׁ ⁩ 𓇼 mdni for hauntings rated 17+ ⟢ ⌒

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⤷ aoi haru 𝄞 long fic; a pair of glasses. That's all it took, to take Satoru Gojo fall head over heels for her. The way her voice sounded, her eyes shined, the way everything about her was enchanting. This, this is what blushing youth of a blue spring is. Set in JJK canon universe.

⤷ after like 𝄞 one shot; how nerd!gojo acts in university before your relationship, all the grovelling and fake non chalant + hard to get acts come crumbling down whenever you prefer skunk's company over him.

⪩⪨ @ various jjk men x fem!reader ⠀

⤷ furious & fast 𝄞 one shot; all jjk men imaged working in the street racing industry, where Nanami's the scheming business man who traps in young lost souls into gambling on the races. Satoru and sukuna being rivalling street races, the most famous in their leagues, and Suguru's the mechanic that everyone falsely thinks of are pure and sweet, not knowing how terrifying he really is. (17+)

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𝄞 MINAS OBITUARY 𓉸ྀི

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AOI HARU | chp PROLOGUE

BLURB ; A pair of glasses. That's all it took, to take Satoru Gojo fall head over heels for her. The way her voice sounded, her eyes shined, the way everything about her was enchanting. This, this is what blushing youth of a blue spring is.

PAIRING: jjk!gojo x fem!reader MENTIONS OF: anxiety attacks, blood, swearing, death, light descriptions of gore, very very light fluffy smut (mdni for chapters; tba) STATUS: ongoing CHP WC: 4.5k

CHAPTERS next>> MASTER LIST

April 1st, 2005.

The warm sunlight peeked through the windows, illuminating the room. The hall was bustling with teachers and chatter from the various types of people. Wooden floorboards creaking could be heard and the smell of a cleaning detergent was prominent. The floor must have been mopped just last night for this event, if not just hours before. These halls carried stories, warmth shared between each window, and this day marked the beginning of two students, intertwined by fate. The red string forever connecting their fingers, always pulling on their heart.

He blinked unbothered by the movement and people around him, his eyes bored at the principal and older teachers discussing at the small makeshift stage in the gymnasium.

His eyes danced around the teachers, and specifically avoided the two people to his right. Their piercing blue eyes stared at the side of his head as his hands felt sweaty. 'Just this day, just get through today and I'll finally be independent..' his thoughts circled, the buzz cut in his white hair was slowly growing out. His parents had looked at him in pursed lips of worry when he started to oppose their ideas, and advocate for his own right to attend Jujutsu Technical College.

It almost hadn't worked. If it hadn't... his life would've been drastically different. Worse even, he might not have met her.

Two seats next to him, a girl with a short brown bob had slowly walked up, with an older woman holding her hand with similar thinning brown hair. The older woman was more reluctant to let go of her daughters arm, the small ragged breaths matching her thing lips being pressed into a worried line.

The students voice was raspy as she spoke to the older woman that was holding her hand, a worried expression on her face. "I'll be fine okaa-san! I'll call you every week-" before her voice was cut off by the older woman, "no no, that just won't do, every second day, okay?"

Satoru blinked at the interaction, curiously watching over them. 'Is that... how teenagers act with their mothers nowadays?' His thoughts questioned, feeling so alienated from people of his own age.

He was a lot about to glance back at his own mother, to see if she would be as worried, but his attention was caught when the girl nodded and sighed relieved. Her mother was beginning to walk away, as the student's posture immediately relaxed into the chair after the older woman had left her side. Quickly strutting on her heels to the boy's right side, the mother of that girl had left to where parents were directed to wait during the orientation speech, to the left of the students.

The boy kept his curious gaze on the student. She ran a hand through her hair before glancing to her left, quickly shifting her lips into a smile as she met her eyes to her mother's, before trailing her eyes on the boy who sat two seats away from her.

"Who're you?"

Her voice sounded bored, making the boy blink at her curiously, before a sudden scoff left his lips. He didn't usually scoff at his mentors or parents when he was at their estate in Kyoto. He hadn't scoffed at anyone in Kyoto— matter of fact, when was the last time he had talked to another person his hand normally?

Though, his pride rose in bubbles to his chest. Something in him began to shift the moment he had begun to interact with her. He straightened his back into the chair and slowly but surely, naturally formed a small smirk. His eyes only glanced at her for a second before looking back at the teachers in the front, "You seriously don't know? I-"

"Oh. You're that special kid. Gojo.. Saturoo?"

Her voice rang in his ears as his face was heating up with a red tint, but he quickly shook his head and formed a smirk again to hide his growing embarrassment. "Maybe don't say special.." he mumbled before he looked at her again. This wasn't going so well for him, he had read up on many books throughout the days up and coming to the orientation to make friends. Books hidden in his estate's library, too embarrassed to tell anyone his one wish for the orientation day.

He shifted his blue glasses down to the bottom ridge of his nose. His blue eyes bored into her brown ones. "Gojo Satoru. Go on. Say it properly." The attitude came to him naturally, as if he had acted this way all along, I mean, one of the book said to 'be confident,' this was... close enough? Right?

She raised an eyebrow as she blinked at him unamused. Her hands shifted to be shoved into the pocket of her hoodie, "No".

The white haired boy huffed as he began to form a pout. Social interactions weren't supposed to be like this. Weren't the other kids supposed to be fawning over him? He needed to review over those books again, see what he was missing. Piece together the information again, and try. Try his hardest because this was the one thing he wanted more than mastering his technique. "Well.. I introduced myself, shouldn't you at least say your name?"

"...please?" He added a little quiet, a blush rising to his cheeks from the sudden shyness.

She was silent for a few seconds. As Gojo stared at her, waiting for her to respond with at least some sort of snarky response, while his eyes caught two more students approaching from the corner of his sight.

"Shoko Ieiri. Don't call me Ieiri though."

Her raspy tone cut through his distracted thoughts, a small smile began to form as he tilted his head to look at her. Her eyes only stared ahead, completely unbothered by the white haired boys gaze.

"Do you like Shoko-chan thenn?~"

Her eyes blinked tired, as his gleamed happily. 'The books said to make up cute nicknames for your friends!' His thoughts happily beamed, while she deadpanned, as if she was already regretting attending. She glanced at the seat to her left, as Satoru followed her gaze with curious eyes of a cat, a his lower lip jutting out just a little. Satoru was sitting to the 4th of all four seats, right on the right side. Shoko meanwhile, was sitting in the second seat to the left, with a spare seat to her left and right.

Shoko didn't think twice and got up to shift to the last seat, to put two seats between her and the white haired boy. Though, she paused her slow stretching from her seat when the third student entered. A quiet, calm boy with a smile as warmly as the sun that morning entered. Both his parents strolling in behind him as he talked softly, pointing to the designated spot for parents to sit.

He sighed softly when comfortably plopping down in the seat between Shoko and Gojo, his hands shoved into his large baggy pants, black earrings, a hair tie pulling back his sleek back locks.

Shoko's eyes gleamed, eyeing him up and down with a curious expression. Familiarity and comfort could be found in him. Her eyes though, soon returned to the stage where the buzz cut older teacher was getting his orientation speech ready.

While Satoru looked at him with an equally curious gaze, though his eyes didn't return to the stage. No, his eyes stayed on the student. His thoughts running wild as one word kept popping up.

"Delinquent..." he whispered under his breath.

Suguru raised an eyebrow, looking over at Satoru and scoffing softly before returning a small smile. "Oh? And you seem to be...?" He talked, sweet, but his voice concealing that small bit of toxicity. As if his smile would be the same when he would laugh and gossip about the same name later.

"Satoru. Satoru Gojo," the white haired boy answered quickly before smiling and offering out his hand to shake. 'Okay, name, greeting.. uhh.. weather?' His thoughts were ticking off a mental checklist he had memorised from the third book he had read about interacting with people casually.

Suguru reached out to shake his hand, although a bit wary and confused, since it wasn't often a teenager in 2005 asked to shake hands with you. "So.. the weather, huh?" Satoru nodded, feeling proud of himself as he smirked a little. Before hearing the black haired student burst out into stifled laughter, covering his mouth with his hand.

Shoko seemed to have heard too, letting out a soft snort as her face turned to giggle and look at Geto's sharing the same sentiment.

Satoru pouted, huffing. "What?" He bluntly snapped at them, a blush colouring his cheeks from embarrassment.

"You're-.. oh my god," Suguru could barely breathe before he wrapped an arm around Satoru's shoulders, "you are so... so interesting!

"That sounds like an insult coming from you."

"You called me a delinquent."

"...touché."

| ೯⠀⁺ After the speech began ⟢ 🎋

The chatter of the hall died down, as it was replaced by the quietness of the long hall with one man speaking loudly from the stage at the front. It was a soft ambient chirping of the birds outside, and the occasional yawn from the oldest looking teacher, but that was all background noise as the man who stood on the small stage was speaking in a gruff voice. He introduced himself and asked to be referred to as 'Yaga sensei'.

After the first ten minutes of what was soon to be an hour long speech, Satoru's eyes wandered over the stage and anywhere else as he blurred out Yaga sensei's words. No matter what, he sounded too much like his previous mentors. Previous teachers. People that cared too much about Satoru's techniques and energy. He felt a little sick in his stomach whenever he thought of how his mentors and teachers might have viewed him, only looking at his cursed energy, ability to master techniques and all.

Nothing about him. Nothing about the Satoru Gojo he tried to learn about himself.

His thoughts, trailed off. Just as they would whenever his parents would go on long winded speeches of their clan. Their power. Of what Satoru needed to be. His future, planned to the simplest detail of the meals he would eat in five years time.

His circular glasses thankfully covered his eyes' trailing gaze, mostly, if he pushed them up enough onto the small area where his nose met into his forehead. '..teacher.. teacher.. furniture.. Suguru.. Shoko.. and..?' his inner thoughts were a messy train of words as his gaze wandered throughout the room.

He hadn't seen the fourth student come in yet. Maybe they were even more of a delinquent than the Suguru Geto kid! A ruffian? What if they were a thief, busy stealing something, and that's why they were late?

Curiosity got the best of him as he tried to sneakily lean forward and catch a glance through the large wooden doorway in the corner that was opened to a smallest crack. Trying to see the smallest snippet of whether the mystery 4th student was there.

"Gojo Satoru!"

Yaga sensei's voice pierced through his thoughts, making him quickly sit back properly into his seat, as if it was second nature to him. "Yes!" he quickly said, surprised at his own actions at how quickly Yaga could scare him back into a proper student.

Hot embarrassment rose up to his cheeks, as his lips puckered into a small pout when he heard Geto and Shoko softly snickering. Oh my god, he was embarrassing himself so much and the books had not prepared him for what to do when his new friends weren't constantly kissing up to his feet like how his cousins and other children from Kyoto.

| ೯⠀⁺ After the speech ends ⟢ 🎋

The sunlight had now shifted through the windows, it had been an hour of the man speaking and introducing the first years, and more boring things about the school. Smooth dry hands tugged on Satoru's wrist as the hour long presentation from Yaga sensei had concluded. His gaze travelled from the shiny wooden floors to Suguru, who was standing in front of Shoko, tugging on his wrist.

"Come on, this delinquents gotta check out his student dorm," Suguru jerked his chin towards the exit. The parents could be heard slowly getting up, discussing with the teachers. While Yaga sensei seemed to be exiting the hall and talking to someone outside.

"Hmm? Wouldn't be in such a rush if you had just gotten to the dorm yesterday and set it up," Satoru yawned as he nodded proudly and cracked his knuckles, fiddling with the sleeves of his new uniform.

"Yeah? I'm not listening to advice from dork like you Satoru," Suguru teased with a smile as she shrugged.

"It's not my fault you didn't learn manners or what a charging plate was," Satoru stuck his tongue out at Suguru, just as childishly.

Satoru sighed as he stretched his arms way up above his head, the warm sunlight illuminating him from the behind as he lazily trailed behind Suguru. The jet black haired boy was speaking to him, something about the student dorms but Satoru could barely focus as he kept his eyes on Suguru's face. Examining the details as if he could see properly for the first time. He had a prominent brow ridge, a sharp jawline and eyes that looked like pools of caramel.

His steps carried him out of the hall, well on his way to the student dorms now. He hadn't even glanced at the fourth student arriving late, her mother and father right behind her, apologising profusely.

"Yo. White hair. Didn't you have those dark emo glasses?"

Shoko's husky voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he realised why he was suddenly able to analyse Suguru's face so clearly, he had forgotten his glasses. "Oh shit." he muttered under his breath as he looked behind him, they were only a few steps out of the gymnasium and Satoru knew where the student dorms supposedly were, as his parents had insisted on helping him move in earlier.

"You guys go ahead, i'll be back and find 'em... Oh and, Shoko? Don't call them emo."

He sighed as he added on the last bit, glancing at her for the slightest second to see her chuckle before his feet jogged to quickly skid into where the boring seminar was held for an hour. His parent's would've just used this mistake as an excuse to keep him cooped up in their house and continue training him privately if they found out he had misplaced his glasses so easily.

His hand ran through the luscious white locks that made up his hair, he quickly narrowed his eyes onto where he was sitting before. His glasses had fallen onto the ground. Though, that was the least of his problems, as he saw a girl crouching down and picking them up. There was only her in the room, and now him as he kept his footsteps almost silent, approaching her with patience.

The mystery fourth student, in all her glory.

She had luscious locks of h/c hair graciously covering most of the side of her face. The sunlight casted a warm glow over what was visible of her silhouette, her hair gleaming from the bright light into his eyes. The quiet scene was almost yelling at him to shut up, as if he needed to be silent to not interrupt such an ephemeral scene.

"Hey. I think those are mine."

His voice went surprisingly soft, as he mumbled out those words. She immediately shot up her head and glanced to the side, her gaze trailed up from his long legs up to his bent over stature, as his blue eyes finally met her e/c eyes.

It was a small silence between them, as she blinked at him blankly for a few seconds. Satoru didn't mind, or notice, as he was busy studying the mystery 4th students features. The cursed energy around her was constantly shifting and bubbling up, it made him curious. He had never seen such energy shift so erratically when he had gotten near the person. He never really understood why so many movies and drama's showed the male and female lead staring at each other for 5 minutes without saying one word, wouldn't it be awkward?

But this? This moment only felt like a second had passed as his eyes bored into hers.

She blinked at him blankly, as if deep in a trance before the tips of her ears started to burn a deeper red. Her hands rushed up to offer him the glasses back as she looked away towards the multitude of cleaned windows.

He smiled at her gesture, as his hands gently picked up the glasses by the bridge and placed them onto the ridge of his nose again. taking his thumb to gently push them back in place.

"I'm Gojo Satoru." He spoke softly, almost as if she would run away from him like a cat if he spoke too loud.

She swallowed nervously as she hesitated for a second before nodding. Her hands were resting on her knees as she was still crouching, and one hand left her knee to brush away the locks of hair that were covering her face. Satoru was patient, he didn't mind just observing as as he waited for a response.

"I'm.. Y/N. Fukui Y/N."

She mumbled out. her eyes only casted a small glance at Satoru before quickly looking away.

He tilted his head confused, smiling at her obliviously. Blinking like a doll, as if analysing her head to toe with a critical gaze. Not even realising how weird he looked, just staring at her, smiling. Forgetting one of the rules within the 'Social Interactions: 101' book, to never stare at women you just met without saying a word.

"Why were you late?" He asked, only curious, but tone coming out more critical than he would have liked, or even noticed.

"Hm? Oh-.. uhm, it was just that my parents car got stuck in traffic and then we... you know, got a flat tire and all.. b-but it's fine!" She tried to explain, shy and embarrassed as she stuttered over her own words. Her hands trembling a little, her eyes unable to meet his within the quiet hall.

"Huh? Flat tire? Couldn't you have asked the chauffeur to drive the second car then?" Satoru asked, genuinely confused. His own wealth a blanket of blindness, making her blink confused.

"We don't—.. we don't own a second car.. or a chauffeur.."

"Oh? Ohhhh, is your family trying out that new self driving cars stuff? I mean yeah, it's pretty expensive for that type of stuff but I thought it wouldn't be too much, you know?" He continued to ramble on as you blinked at him, unable to relate to any of his words. "Still should be enough to afford a second car and all.." Satoru nodded, proudly having talked as if he helped a fellow student out with financial decisions.

She only blinked at him confused, and with a blank stare. When his eyes looked back to glance at hers, she quickly averted your gaze. Growing shy again, his eyes were piercing and scary.

It was a small interaction, as Satoru gently took his hand to softly take a stray lock of h/c hair from her face and brushed it behind her ear. The corners of his mouth turned upwards, without him having to force it or even noticing. It was a peaceful ambient scene of just the two of them.

Satoru had to quickly stand up and stumble on his feet, taken aback as he heard another boy's voice rumble and yell "Satoruuu! Did you loose your glasses for good?"

He was quick on his feet to stand and run. Though his thoughts of the girl he just met caught up to him again, as he quickly skidded on the wooden floor. Turning back to the girl, meeting her gaze, and winking with a quick "Thanks!". That's all it was. That quick of an interaction. Yet her heart was still beating like it would explode soon.

| ೯⠀⁺ In the classroom ⟢ 🎋

'An hour into highschool and I have two friends and one... sort of.. maybe friend?' Satoru thought to himself, as Suguru and Shoko were nearby checking out the dusty desks, shoeboxes and other relevant items. His eyes, although were scanning the surroundings more curiously and carefully.

Until landing on her again. Feeling her cursed energy shirt erratically, bubbling up and down, spiking consistently. Her hands were nervously fiddling with the hem of her Jujutsu Tech uniform, eyes down on her chest that was rising and deflating rapidly. Satoru, as much as he was shy at the beginning of the entrance ceremony, hadn't really experienced any sort of true nervousness. He was Satoru Gojo, after all.

He was almost about to go over and check up on her, ask her if she wanted to be friends, and maybe even call a hospital if she was having a heart attack.

But Yaga was too quick, walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. She jumped a little surprised by the interaction, before quickly growing comfortable with the teacher around. He said something inaudible to her, that Satoru could almost have made out, but didn't. She nodded in response to his words, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

Satoru only kept his eyes on her for a few more seconds before turning to find and go to Geto and Shoko.

"You kinda look like a.. peach," Shoko nodded at the realisation when she glanced over at Gojo. Her gaze glued to his cute white short hairs, barely growing out of that previous buzz cut. The white haired huffed and pouted at her words, tilting his head as if to say "really?"

The black haired student snorted softly, before turning his attention to Gojo and nodding. His hand reached out, ruffling the short hairs. "He's like a coconut... kinda reminds me of my dad," he huffed with barely stifled laughter. Smiling at the sight of Satoru's deadpan and small pout.

Shoko reached out soon too, ruffling the boy's hair, "hey you're right! Feels like a coconut..!" She exclamined in surprise, blinking widely in happiness before whining when Satoru had gotten annoyed and swatted both of their hands away.

"Hey hey! You're messing up the look..." He pouted, trying to fix his hair back into the neat-messy mix it had before.

Suguru and Shoko exchanged a familiar look, raising one eyebrow before turning away with a slight scoff. The black haired student pointing a finger to his own head, circling it around as if to tease Satoru like he was crazy.

"I can see what you're doing Suguru."

"Well I would hope so, say... where's the other four eyes supposed to be on your head?"

| ೯⠀⁺ Ending of the day ⟢ 🎋

The sun was high in the sky, tilting downwards into the hot afternoon of an April spring. Satoru sighed, his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants, staring up at the sky, his glasses low on his nose bridge. His eyes boring across the blue painted sky, a few fat fluffy clouds snarling slowly through the day, as a soft cold breeze kissed his cheeks.

In 10 years, he would dream of this day again and again, unable to surprise tears from the stolen memories and touches.

Though, today, he would enjoy it. Enjoy it without a care in the world, as he finally felt happy. Oblivious to what the future would hold for him, bask in the warm sunshine, and listen to the soft tweets of birds on nearby trees. Be one with the time right now, let the wind carry his wishes from his heart to the future.

He hoped, that in the future, he would have friends. The one wish he hoped for with all his heart.

"Satoruuu! Come on, get ready for the picture," Suguru called out to the white haired student, holding his flip phone in his hands with a fond smile. Fiddling with his gently, before asking shoko softly how he should pose. She hummed, brushing back her brown locks behind her ears before just shrugging.

Satoru walked over, smiling before pulling out two fingers and doing a V sign for the photo. He glanced at Suguru who was casually just copying him, before glancing at a sleepy Shoko. Then noticing one other student, out of the picture, glancing at her parents a bit shy and confused.

He waved to her with his other hand, calling her closer. Smiling softly, even as she blushed embarrassed before slowly walking over.

She was quiet, even as he brought her close and placed a hand on her shoulder, leaning into her side casually. "Just smile," he whispered against her h/c hair softly.

Snap!

The photo was taken, with a sleepy Shoko to the left, a Geto looking off to the side, caught off guard. And in the middle, a widely grinning Gojo, holding up a peace sign, with his other hand wrapped around the shorter student with h/c hair, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Pshhh, look at mr. I'm-too-cool-for-school here," shoko snorted, pointing at the black haired student in the photo. Suguru whined exasperated, "I just got distracted!" He complained as they continued to banter.

Satoru smiled at the photo over both of their shoulders, before glancing back at Y/N. She looked up, to blink at him a little confused and flustered from the day. Her hair breezibg by in the soft kisses of the wind, sun-kissed skin under the late sunlight.

He smiled back her, giving a small wave. "Fukui-san," he whispered softly.

She hummed, confused and tilting her head to the side. Her hands nervously fiddling with the hem of her uniform, blinking at him rapidly.

"Come on, you look nice in the photo," he said, before pulling her closer when she hesitantly walked closer. A smile playing on his lips, looking at the photo with a fond smile, his thumb rubbing absentminded circles on her shoulders.

One student, from the four standing happily huddled around the photo, would be stolen away too quickly.

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✦ I hope you're all enjoying the prologue revamp!! : 🎍 🌿 ∿ okay so in this chapter we got the word count to almost 4.5k, when originally this chapter was published to barely have 2k works in the original book, can you believe that? Anyways, I hope people edit their libraries or saved books or whatever and save this version instead of the old version. I think for this book each chapter will have a minimum of 5k words, and each year in JJT I think will take at least 5 chapters lol.

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