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DAINTY CHAINS | pattern 03.

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hehe ! return of the dainty chains 👏. I quite like this one (although it took a while to figure out the pattern so it didn’t look weird) :e

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SALVAGE

-Part 1/2

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, filling the silence of your apartment. You stood in the kitchen, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as you stared blankly out the window. It had started raining a few hours ago, a steady, rhythmic downpour that matched the heaviness in your chest. The city outside was shrouded in mist, and the once vibrant skyline now felt distant, cold.

Just like your marriage.

It wasn’t sudden, not really. The distance had been creeping in slowly, like the slow erosion of a shoreline by the sea. At first, it was subtle—missed dinners, late-night missions, Gojo’s ever-present responsibilities as the strongest sorcerer in the world. You had understood. His duty was important, the weight of the world often resting on his shoulders. But over time, it became more than just his duties. It became his absence. Even when he was home, it felt like he was a million miles away.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. The apartment was too quiet, too empty, even though he was due back any minute. But you weren’t sure if it even mattered anymore. When he came home, there would be no real conversation, no warmth. Just the same strained pleasantries you had fallen into recently.

You loved Gojo, you always would. But love wasn’t enough anymore. Not when it felt like you were living parallel lives, constantly crossing paths but never really touching.

The sound of the front door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. You straightened, taking a deep breath as you heard the familiar sound of his shoes being kicked off, the rustle of his jacket being tossed carelessly onto the couch. For a moment, you stood frozen, trying to summon the courage for what you knew had to happen.

"Hey," Gojo called out from the entryway, his voice as casual as ever, like it was any other night. “You up?”

“I’m here,” you responded, your voice quieter than usual. You turned to face him as he walked into the kitchen, his tall frame filling the space as he casually leaned against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets. His signature blindfold was absent, his sharp blue eyes scanning you with a flicker of curiosity.

Gojo smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Missed you today. How was your day?”

You blinked, surprised by the casual attempt at normalcy. There was something almost detached about the way he asked, as if he was going through the motions without really caring about the answer. You knew he was tired, stressed, but the distance in his tone only made the ache in your chest worse.

“It was fine,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You couldn’t look at him, not yet. Instead, you focused on the floor, your heart pounding in your chest as you gathered the courage to say what you had been rehearsing in your mind for weeks now.

Gojo seemed to sense the tension, his smile fading slightly as he took a step closer. “You okay? You seem… off.”

You swallowed hard, finally lifting your gaze to meet his. The concern in his eyes was real, but it felt distant, as if he didn’t fully grasp the weight of what was about to happen. You had always been able to read him like a book, but now, he felt like a stranger.

“I need to talk to you, Satoru,” you said softly, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to stay calm.

His expression shifted slightly, a hint of apprehension flickering across his face. “Talk to me? What’s wrong?” He crossed his arms, his usual confident demeanor slipping just a little. “Did something happen?”

You shook your head, biting your lip to keep your emotions in check. “No… nothing happened. Not today, anyway.” You took a deep breath, your hands trembling as you finally said the words you had been dreading. “I… I want a divorce.”

The room seemed to freeze, the air between you two thick with tension. Gojo stared at you, the words hanging in the air like a curse. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t blink, as if he hadn’t fully processed what you had just said.

“What?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, and there was a flicker of something in his eyes—confusion, disbelief, maybe even hurt. “What did you just say?”

“I want a divorce,” you repeated, this time more firmly, though your heart was pounding so loudly in your chest you wondered if he could hear it. “This… this isn’t working anymore, Satoru. We’re not working anymore.”

His brows furrowed, and he took a step toward you, his posture tense. “You’re kidding, right? This is some kind of joke?”

You shook your head, feeling the tears begin to well up in your eyes. “No, Satoru. I’m not joking. I can’t… I can’t keep doing this. We’re so distant, so—” Your voice cracked, and you wiped at your eyes angrily. “I feel like I’ve lost you, like I’m just another part of your life that you can’t make time for anymore.”

Gojo’s eyes widened, the shock in his expression quickly turning into frustration. “That’s not true! I’m here, aren’t I? I’ve always been here.”

“Physically, yes,” you said, your voice rising as your emotions bubbled to the surface. “But emotionally? No. You’re always somewhere else, always off fighting, training, dealing with things I’ll never fully understand. And I get it, I do. You’re the strongest, Satoru. But you’re also my husband, and I can’t remember the last time you looked at me like I mattered.”

His mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words. You could see the panic starting to creep into his eyes, a rare crack in his otherwise confident façade.

“I love you,” he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “I’ve always loved you.”

“I know,” you whispered, your tears flowing freely now. “And I love you too. But love isn’t enough when we’re living like strangers, when every day I wonder if I’m even part of your life anymore.”

Gojo took a deep breath, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “You’re part of my life, all right? I know I’ve been distant, but it’s because I’m trying to protect you. I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“I don’t want just safety, Satoru,” you said, your voice breaking. “I want you. I want a marriage where we actually talk, where we laugh, where we support each other. But instead, I feel like I’m losing you to the world, to your duty, to everything but us.”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he was silent. You could see the turmoil in his eyes, the battle between his responsibilities as the strongest sorcerer and his role as your husband. But you knew that battle had already been lost.

“I didn’t realize…” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t know you felt this way.”

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “How could you? You’re never here long enough to notice.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of your words settling heavily in the space between you. Gojo stared at you, his expression a mixture of shock and pain, but there was something else there too—acceptance. He had always been smart, always quick to understand the gravity of a situation. And now, you could see that he understood.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch you, but he stopped himself, his arm falling limply to his side. “Is this… really what you want?”

You hesitated, your heart aching as you looked into his eyes—those beautiful, icy blue eyes that had once been your whole world. You didn’t want this, not really. But you couldn’t keep living like this either.

“Yes,” you whispered, the word barely escaping your lips.

Gojo’s face fell, and for the first time since you had known him, you saw real vulnerability in his eyes. He nodded slowly, taking a step back. “If that’s what you want,” he said, his voice strained, “then… I won’t fight you.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as the reality of the situation settled in. This was the end. The love you shared, the memories, the life you had built together—it was all slipping away.

But as much as it hurt, you knew it was the right thing to do.

You had to let go.

And so did he.

It had been a few months since that night—the night you had asked Gojo for a divorce. The apartment felt emptier now, not just because he had moved out, but because it was as if all the warmth had drained from the space along with him. You had tried to get used to the silence, to the absence of his presence. But even as the days passed, something inside you felt off. You had written it off as stress, as the emotional weight of the separation weighing on your body.

But it wasn’t just that. There were other signs you couldn’t ignore.

You had been feeling exhausted lately—more than usual. You had chalked it up to the emotional toll, to sleepless nights spent staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything that had gone wrong. But when you found yourself feeling nauseous almost every morning, the pieces started to come together in a way that made your stomach twist—not just from the sickness, but from fear.

You stared at the small box on the counter, the pregnancy test sitting beside it. Your hands trembled as you picked it up, your heart pounding so loudly you could barely think straight.

No. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not after everything.

You had been careful—both of you had. You had tried to avoid any more complications in your life, especially with the growing distance in your marriage. But here you were, staring at the tiny plus sign on the test.

Pregnant.

Your breath hitched as you sank down onto the bathroom floor, the reality of the situation crashing over you like a tidal wave. How could this be happening now? You were in the middle of ending your marriage, trying to move on from Gojo, trying to build some semblance of a life without him. And now, you were pregnant with his child.

The tears came before you could stop them. You had spent weeks trying to be strong, trying to tell yourself that you were doing the right thing by asking for a divorce. But this? This was something else entirely. This was a life growing inside you, a life that would tie you to Gojo forever, no matter how far apart you were.

Your mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that you couldn’t quite grasp. What would he say? What would he do? The Gojo you knew, or at least the Gojo you had known, would be protective, would want to be involved, would drop everything for you if he knew you were carrying his child. But the Gojo you had drifted apart from—the one who was more focused on saving the world than saving your marriage—he felt like a stranger now.

Did you even want to tell him? Could you? Would it change anything? Or would it just complicate things even further?

You pulled your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as the tears continued to fall. The confusion, the fear, the overwhelming sense of uncertainty—it was all too much.

Days passed, and you still hadn’t said anything. You hadn’t told anyone—not Gojo, not your friends, not even yourself, really. You tried to keep it buried deep inside, as if pretending it wasn’t real would make the problem go away. But your body wasn’t letting you ignore it anymore. The nausea in the mornings, the fatigue, the changes you could already feel starting to take hold… it was real. And you couldn’t hide from it forever.

You knew you had to tell him. As much as you wanted to avoid it, as much as you wanted to try and handle it on your own, it wasn’t fair. Not to him, and definitely not to the child growing inside you.

So you did the one thing you had been dreading: you picked up the phone and called him.

It rang a few times before he answered. His voice was familiar, warm even, and for a second, you almost forgot the distance between you. Almost.

“Hey,” Gojo said on the other end of the line, his tone light but laced with something else—something cautious. “What’s up?”

You took a deep breath, your heart racing as you tried to find the right words. “Satoru, I need to talk to you. It’s… important.”

There was a pause, and you could hear the shift in his demeanor immediately. “Important? Are you okay?” His voice was sharper now, concerned, and you could practically picture the way his eyes would narrow, his protective instincts kicking in.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, though you weren’t sure if that was entirely true. “But… can you come over? I need to tell you something in person.”

Another pause. You could tell he was trying to figure out what was going on, his mind already spinning a thousand possibilities. “Yeah, of course. I’ll be there in ten.”

You hung up before he could ask any more questions, your stomach twisting with anxiety. The next ten minutes felt like an eternity, each second dragging by as you paced around the apartment, trying to prepare yourself for the conversation that was about to happen.

When Gojo finally arrived, it felt like time had sped up again. He knocked lightly before letting himself in, his eyes immediately scanning the room, searching for you. When he saw you standing there, arms crossed, face pale with anxiety, his brows furrowed in concern.

“Hey,” he said softly, closing the door behind him. “What’s going on? You’re scaring me.”

You swallowed hard, trying to gather the strength to say the words. But when you met his eyes—those piercing blue eyes that had once made you feel so safe—everything came rushing out in a single breath.

“I’m pregnant.”

The words seemed to hang in the air, suspended between you. For a moment, Gojo just stared at you, his expression unreadable. You could see the gears turning in his head, processing what you had just said, trying to make sense of it.

“Pregnant?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re… pregnant?”

You nodded, unable to speak as the tears started to well up in your eyes again. His reaction was impossible to read. He wasn’t angry, he wasn’t panicked, but he wasn’t exactly… overjoyed either. He just stood there, staring at you, as if trying to figure out what to do next.

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, his voice thick with emotion.

“I’m sure,” you whispered, your hands trembling as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I’ve taken multiple tests.”

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, taking a step back as he let out a shaky breath. “I— I don’t know what to say.”

“I didn’t want to tell you,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “I didn’t want to make things harder than they already are. But… I thought you had a right to know.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, and for the first time in a long while, you saw something familiar in his eyes. Not the confident, cocky Gojo that everyone else saw, but the Satoru who loved you, the man who had once been your partner in everything.

“I—” Gojo started, but his voice cracked, and he had to pause, gathering himself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know we’d end up here. I didn’t… I didn’t know.”

Neither did you. Neither of you had anticipated this, not after everything that had happened between you. But now, here you were, standing at the edge of a precipice, unsure of where the next step would lead.

Gojo took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “I know we’re not… what we used to be. And I know I’ve hurt you. But I don’t want to lose this—us. Not now, not when there’s something more at stake.”

You wiped at your eyes, feeling the weight of his words settle heavily in your chest. “I don’t know what to do, Satoru. I don’t know if this changes anything.”

“It changes everything,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “We’re having a baby. Our baby. And I’m not going to walk away from that. I’ll be here, no matter what happens between us.”

You looked at him, searching for some kind of reassurance, something to hold onto in the chaos of your emotions. And for the first time in what felt like forever, you saw a glimmer of the man you had fallen in love with—the man who had once promised to always be by your side.

Maybe this wasn’t the end, after all.

Maybe it was the beginning of something new.

(Guyssss, this has been on repeat and I feel like it lowkey goes with this story🤷‍♀️ you should listen to it!! Anyways hope you enjoyed, part 2 coming soon…)

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HIII guys this is my first fics, I really hope you guys enjoy. If you want to give me any ideas feel free to speak your mind.

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The Warmth Of Home

The sun was setting over the city of Tokyo, casting a warm, golden hue through the windows of the cozy apartment that you and Gojo Satoru shared. The typically chaotic energy of your daily life had calmed into a serene evening routine.

You were in the kitchen, humming softly to yourself as you chopped vegetables for dinner. The aroma of your cooking filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee from earlier in the day.

Gojo Satoru, your husband, had been busy with his duties at Jujutsu High, but now, the familiar sound of his footsteps approached from the hallway. The door swung open, and he walked in with his usual nonchalant charm, but today there was a special light in his eyes.

“Hey, beautiful,” Gojo greeted, his voice warm and filled with affection. He slipped out of his shoes and wandered into the kitchen, casually draping his coat over a chair.

“Hey, Satoru,” you replied, smiling as you turned to greet him. “You’re home early today.”

He grinned, flashing his trademark playful smile. “Yeah, I managed to get away from the paperwork for a bit. Thought I’d come home and see my favorite person.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words. Gojo had a way of making even the most mundane moments feel special.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” you said, stirring the pot on the stove. “I’m making your favorite tonight.”

Gojo’s eyes lit up. “Oh, really? You’re the best.” He moved closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’ve missed you today.”

You leaned into him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. “I missed you too. How was your day?”

He sighed dramatically. “Oh, you know, the usual. Cursed spirits, troublesome students, and a whole lot of paperwork. But it’s all worth it when I get to come home to you.”

You chuckled, your heart swelling with love. “I’m glad you’re home now.”

Gojo pulled away slightly, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “You know, I was thinking. Maybe we should take a break soon. Go somewhere, just the two of us.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Are you serious? I’d love that. Where do you want to go?”

He shrugged casually but with a twinkle in his eye. “Anywhere you want. I was thinking of a little getaway, maybe a cabin in the mountains. Somewhere we can just relax and be ourselves.”

You smiled, feeling a rush of happiness. “That sounds perfect. Let’s plan it.”

As you continued cooking, Gojo set the table, his movements effortless and smooth. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of laughter and easy conversation. When dinner was finally ready, the two of you sat down to enjoy the meal together.

Gojo took a bite and groaned in satisfaction. “Wow, this is amazing. You’ve outdone yourself.”

You laughed, pleased with his praise. “I’m glad you like it.”

After dinner, you both moved to the living room, where Gojo had already set up a cozy spot on the couch with blankets and pillows. He pulled you close, wrapping you in his arms as you both settled in.

“So, what’s on your mind?” he asked, running a hand gently through your hair.

You sighed contentedly, feeling completely at ease. “Just thinking about how lucky I am. You make every day feel special.”

Gojo’s expression softened, and he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. “I’m the lucky one. You’ve brought so much joy into my life. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

His words were heartfelt, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes. You leaned in and kissed him softly, savoring the tenderness of the moment.

As the night grew darker, you both cuddled together, enjoying each other’s company in the warmth of your home. The world outside felt far away, and in that moment, there was only the comfort of each other’s presence.

The stars twinkled outside the window, casting a soft glow over the room. Gojo’s gentle breathing and the rhythmic beat of your hearts created a peaceful symphony, one that spoke of love and contentment.

In your quiet, shared moments, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Gojo would face them together. And that was more than enough.

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A Night Under The Stars

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a serene glow over the quiet training grounds at Tokyo Jujutsu High. The usual cacophony of students and teachers was absent, leaving only the soft rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of a nocturnal creature. You had stayed late, your mind racing after a long day of lessons and practice.

Sitting on a bench beneath a sprawling cherry blossom tree, you tried to clear your thoughts, the gentle breeze rustling through your hair. The scent of the blossoms filled the air, and you found solace in the peaceful night.

Suddenly, you heard a familiar, light-hearted chuckle from behind you. Turning around, you saw Gojo Satoru strolling into view, his trademark white hair glowing softly under the moonlight. He wore his usual casual attire—a dark, fitted shirt, his signature black blindfold, and a relaxed smile.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, his voice as smooth and playful as ever.

You shook your head, trying to offer a small smile. “Not really. Just needed some fresh air.”

Gojo approached and plopped down on the bench beside you, stretching his long legs out and making himself comfortable. “Ah, I see. Well, you’re not alone in that. I was just taking a break from some… well, let’s call it ‘supervision.’”

You glanced at him curiously. “Supervision? Of what?”

He grinned, tapping his sunglasses. “I have to keep an eye on all the shenanigans happening around here, even when I'm not on duty. It’s a full-time job.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I bet it is. So, what brings you out here tonight?”

Gojo leaned back and looked up at the star-studded sky, his expression thoughtful. “Sometimes I just need to get away from the chaos. You know, enjoy the simple things. Like how peaceful it is out here.”

For a moment, there was a rare, genuine silence between you, the kind that spoke volumes without words. You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over you.

“You know,” you began, hesitating slightly, “you’re not always as carefree as you seem. Sometimes it’s like you’re carrying a lot on your shoulders.”

Gojo turned to you, his usual playful demeanor softening. “You noticed, huh? I guess I do have a lot of responsibilities. But I try not to let it get to me. I have to stay positive for everyone else, after all.”

You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. “It must be hard, though. Balancing everything while keeping up your own image.”

He chuckled, a genuine sound that made his eyes crinkle with warmth. “It’s not all that bad. I have people like you around who keep me grounded.”

You blinked in surprise, feeling a warmth in your cheeks. “Me? How so?”

Gojo shrugged, his grin returning. “You’re always so dedicated, so hardworking. It reminds me why I do what I do. Besides, you’re not so bad to talk to when I need a break.”

You looked down, feeling a mix of shyness and appreciation. “Thank you. That means a lot, coming from you.”

He leaned in closer, the playful glint in his eye never fading. “Well, you should know that I have a soft spot for those who can keep up with me. And you definitely do.”

As the night wore on, the conversation between you and Gojo meandered from light-hearted banter to deeper, more personal reflections. The stars above seemed to twinkle in agreement with the connection that had formed.

When it was finally time to leave, Gojo stood up and offered you a hand. “Let’s head back. It’s getting late, and we both have a full day ahead.”

You took his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch, and stood up with him. “Yeah, let’s go.”

As you walked side by side back to the dorms, the moonlight casting a gentle glow over your path, you couldn’t help but feel that this quiet night had somehow made everything a little clearer. In Gojo’s presence, amidst the tranquility of the night, you had found not just a mentor but a friend who understood more than he let on.

And as you parted ways at the door, Gojo turned with a final, genuine smile. “Goodnight. See you tomorrow.”

You smiled back, feeling a sense of contentment. “Goodnight, Gojo.”

As you entered your room, you glanced out the window at the stars one last time, feeling a renewed sense of calm. The night had been a reminder that even amidst the chaos, there were moments of peace and connection worth cherishing.