#[muse] ichiyo tanaka

[misdeliria]

SATORU GOJO

Blue Springs related

Days spent in the classroom were often quiet, aside from Satoru's occasional dramatic outburst. Sitting on the very end along the windows, you developed a habit of leaning against your hand, giving you the perfect angle to watch Satoru's theatrics throughout the lecture.

It only made you laugh harder when Yaga Sensei seemed to feed into Satoru's dynamic, or even better when either of your other classmates flamed him.

But the best part about slow days inside the classroom was when Satoru would pry for your attention with the glow behind his shades and his charming, toothy grin. It never failed to get you smiling in return.

The muted bell tolls signifying the end of the school day interrupts Yaga Sensei in the middle of his sentence, forcing him to clear his throat and train of thought.

"You're all dismissed for the weekend," he concludes the lecture. "I'll be seeing you all."

Yaga Sensei doesn't stay behind to wait for you to clear out, but you don't expect him to. What follows is the debrief with your classmates and any plans to hang out after leaving the school.

Satoru, on cue, pulls out the buttons of his collar and reveals his t-shirt beneath with an obnoxious sigh.

"Man, what a drag," he groans. "That took absolutely forever. I swear, I was falling asleep from the beginning."

He rises from his chair while Shoko skips past you to the windows. She's already fiddling with a cigarette between her lips before opening the airway and pulling out a lighter.

"You should spend less time complaining and more time retaining the information, Satoru," Suguru lightly chastises, packing his little books away and leaning back in his seat.

"He could've at least given us a little time to spar outside," Satoru murmurs defensively, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the wall beside your desk, between the sectioned windows.

"You sound like a kid," you poke fun at him, lifting a brow and leaning over your desk. "You need playtime outside?"

"I'm a growing boy with developing skills," Satoru huffs, glaring at you with no heat. "I can't be expected to get sequestered indoors behind a desk all day."

"Oh, whatever," Shoko pipes up from her corner, a teasing smile gracing her lips. "You spend all your time inside with your girlfriend when she gets sick, so quit the bullshit."

The label makes your skin crawl, and you shoot an awkward look in Satoru's direction.

"No, we're not-"

"That's completely different," Satoru cuts you off indignantly. "I'm not stuck behind a desk in that situation. I can use all my skills to the best of my abilities." He ends his statement with a wide grin, tilting his shades to give you a complete view of his cheeky wink.

"You're an idiot," you mumble, turning your head away in embarrassment. "You have no idea what you're saying."

You were the most recent addition to the class–to this group. You opted to fall silent in the presence of their regular familiar banter, but lately, you were getting pulled along into the fun.

"You guys don't have any plans today, right? Let's go grab some snacks."

"Only if you're paying."

-

The soft knocks against the wood sound too loud, cutting through the dead of night. You cringe uncomfortably, bouncing on your toes in anticipation.

The door pulls open to reveal Satoru with a messy bedhead and his baggy pajamas. He’s not wearing his shades, so his eyes are practically glowing in the dim lighting.

“Hey,” you whisper, rocking onto your heels, suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to bail on your efforts. “I had another nightmare.”

A wide, sleepy smile stretches across Satoru's face as he leans against the door frame like a putz.

"What do you want me to do about it," he replies with a playful tune.

"If you're going to be mean, I'll see if Suguru is awake." You're quick to pivot on one foot to make way for Suguru's room, but Satoru is faster. He gently grabs your arm and tugs you into his room before you're too far away.

"I was joking," he murmurs, pulling you into his chest and snuggling as close as he can to you like the touch-starved brat he is. "Was it a bad one?"

Your nightmare. It was darker than your average nightmare, with your classmates lying dead around you and your hands covered in their blood, and the sight gave you such a shock that you woke up in a sweating mess with your heart nearly giving out from hypertension.

"I just needed to see you, I guess," you mumble against his warm collarbone. Your arms wrap around his back, tentative fingers tracing over the ridges of his muscles and bones to get a better footing in reality. "I'm so glad you're okay."

Satoru laughs loudly at that, leading you to his bed and nudging you to get comfortable under the sheets.

"Why wouldn't I be okay, hm?" Satoru's efforts to slip under the covers beside you went smoothly as his hands returned to you under the sheets. The side of his face was flush against his only pillow while your head rested and received warmth from his arm.

"I'm nervous Kiyohime will get bloodthirsty again," you whisper, shuddering gently in Satoru's hold. "I'm worried you'll all become victim to it, and I won't have any power to stop her."

Pressing your watery eyes against Satoru's arm, you can feel the arm hanging over your side get tighter around you.

"Don't be ridiculous," he tells you, chuckling softly, and Satoru overwhelms all your senses, slowing your heart rate and planting a seed of drowsiness in you, along with a prompt. "Suguru and I won't ever let that happen."

-

1 year later

"What the hell," you hissed, kicking off from the wall you were perched on, impatiently waiting. "I'm starving."

Haibara calls your name with a bright smile, watching you saunter to stand beside Kento, jutting your hip out and resting your hand against it.

"I bet they're on their way," he assures you, ever the optimist. "Probably got a little stuck on the assignment."

"Or, they broke something," Kento says bluntly, glancing up at you.

"I'm not playing this game with you again, Nanami," you snarl, stubbornly snapping your head in the opposite direction.

"It's a friendly wager," Kento tries to brush off, speaking your name softly to weaken your defenses. And it was working.

"This stays between us," you glare at Haibara, who shriveled under your gaze. He was responsible for the last time Satoru caught on to your bets with Kento, Suguru, and Shoko–Haibara is too respectful to throw money in.

"My lips are sealed," Kento practically purrs, grinning at you cynically.

"If anything went wrong," you hesitate, nervously glancing around your surroundings in search of a mop of white. "Then, it was likely Satoru's fault." You place your bet in one breath before following it with a relieved sigh. Your nerves are suddenly switched out with excitement, once again eager to meet up with your classmates.

Kento nods before returning to the newspaper he grabbed during their walk into the city.

"Yo!" Shoko's voice calling out over the crowd makes your heart leap in your throat. She's leading the two boys behind her through the masses of non-sorcerers, Satoru is the furthest away, but his arm is in the air to catch your attention.

"How was the assignment?" You ask innocently, side-eyeing Kento, who is looking up from his paper. "You all look like you're in good spirits."

Suguru and Shoko sent you an identical expression that reflected a tired parent, and Satoru wore a forced grin. Hah, gotcha Kento.

"It went great," Satoru grit, throwing a heavy arm over your shoulders once he's close enough. "It was a little too scary for Utahime, but nothing I couldn't handle."

"Is that so?" You question him, smirking at avoidance. Looking at Suguru, he winks at you, curtly nodding before extending a hand out for you to take.

Suguru yanks you out from under Satoru and spins you so he's leaning over your shoulders but still holding your hand. He guides you towards some food stands with Shoko on the other side of him, chatting with Haibara and Kento.

"Satoru?" You look back to see him dragging his feet behind. His expression immediately lights up when you call his name, and he makes quick work of replacing Suguru.

"What's up, sweetheart," he plays off cooly, dragging his hand through his white locks.

"I was just wondering if you were paying," you ask, biting your lip to stifle your laugh, watching Suguru drop his head into his hand with laughter.

Satoru's face falls, turning sour and pulling away, but not far enough that he stops touching you.

"You just after my wallet now?" He leans close with an accusatory glare, and you're sane enough to press your hand against his chest to keep him at a sufferable distance.

"I'm hungry," you pout and raise your shoulders, knitting your brows together as you look up at him.

"You're spoiled, is what you are," he hums in amusement, pulling out his wallet. "On me, guys."

The rest of the group sends you a collective thumbs up behind Satoru's back, all grinning like naughty children.

-

Your joint assignment with Kento and Haibara went worse than anyone was expecting. Haibara was dead.

And to make the situation worse, Kiyohime took possession of you the moment he hit the ground–nearly destroying everything around her.

As badly as he wanted to appear in your room, Satoru was restricted to knocking on your door once you came home. You didn't come out earlier when Kento came to tell you he was going with Suguru to pay their respects to the body.

"Hey, sweetheart?" He calls softly through the door. His heart feels torn to shreds, laced with guilt and phantom feelings from Riko's murder. "Can I come in?"

He's met with silence, making the weight on his chest unbearable.

"Please," he chokes, biting his tongue. "Need to see you're okay."

There's a quiet, "Okay, Satoru," and he's instantly standing in the middle of your room.

Your room's in chaos–your desk is sitting sideways on the opposite side of the room from its original spot, and the floor is littered with everything.

You're lying in bed, the sheets cocooning you, facing the wall.

Satoru can see your body shaking and hear your quiet whimpers now that nothing separates you.

"Oh, baby," he murmurs solemnly, dipping his knee into the edge of the mattress. His hand reaches for you and squeezes your arm gently.

You throw yourself at him before he can do anything. His anxiety spikes in fear, but relief swims through him when you bury your face into his stomach and sob a little louder without your sheets muffling you. Satoru praises himself for turning off his infinity when he comes to see you.

"It was awful, Satoru," you croak, and he can feel your tears bleeding through his shirt. "I almost killed him too. I just wanted to save them. I couldn't save him."

Satoru placed a hand on your head and entwined his fingers through your hair, holding you against him.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, throat closing up when your sobs don't let up. "I'm so, so sorry."

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[misdeliria]

SATORU GOJO

Goes With This (0)

Satoru thought you looked pretty cool when he initially found you. A total badass that slaughtered everything that terrorized her–he respected the ruthlessness.

And when you woke up and couldn't even sense the waves of cursed energy he was emitting at you, he was elated for some odd reason. You were clueless about the waves of energy you reciprocated, and Gojo essentially enrolled you into Jujutsu Tech.

"You think anything's special about her?" Suguru questioned him at their hotel before their flight back to Tokyo. You were in the other room, putting on one of the outfits Satoru went out to buy–all you had were the blood-stained rags you wore in captivity and the gown from the hospital.

"There's something about her cursed energy," Satoru answers sternly, trying to convince his friend of his suspicions. "I just have a feeling, y'know?"

"I suppose you might have some reference to what you're saying," Suguru refuses to admit to Satoru might be right.

There's a knock at their door, and Suguru goes to answer it.

"Hey, how does this look?"

Satoru gives you a glance, and his face quickly burns. You're standing at the entrance in a comfortable airport outfit with slippers and baggy fabric. He thinks you look amazing, but he bites his tongue before it can slip out.

"You look nice. Comfortable," Suguru tells you in a nonjudgemental tone, the sweetheart he is.

-

Later that night, Satoru believes he experienced sleep paralysis (but he eventually learns it was you). He sleeps in the same room as Suguru, but they occupy separate queen-size beds. He stirs with his limbs rigid against the side of his body. A wave of anguish washes through him, and he strains to turn his neck to the side and call out to Suguru, but only muted choked grunts make it past his lips.

A head is popping out beside his bed, looking from the edge and staring at him. It's a woman shrouded in shadow with beady eyes and long horns edging closer up the bed to him.

Satoru activates his Infinity before the woman can get too close and notices she's wearing a worn-out kimono.

She doesn't move any closer or mutter anything he can understand, but then she slinks away.

And when he wakes up later that morning, he realizes his memory of her face is distorted and he shudders at his recollection.

You don't seem to have a clue why Satoru's staring at you so hard when he eventually sees you for the flight.

-

KIYOHIME

origin' A princess in Japanese folklore. She fell in love with a Buddhist monk named Anchin, but after her interest in the monk was rejected, she chased after him and transformed into a serpent in a rage before killing him in a bell where he had hidden in the Dōjō-ji temple.

[misdeliria]

SATORU GOJO

When It Kicks In (0)

You've known since you were a young child that you were different. You could see the monsters around you when no one else would notice. Your parents would write you off when you first started describing the creatures lurking in the shadows while they whispered horrifying depictions of death and giggled at your expense.

And as you grew, the monsters followed you everywhere–drawn to torment you at the worst times. Until, one day, you were taken by a group.

They had entered your home, pulled you out of bed, and carried you out the door–while your parents stood to the side and watched. That was the last time you saw your parents.

The religious cult group threw you in a box and covered the lid. And the world forgot about you.

In the first few weeks, you had hoped they would outright kill you–or sacrifice you–whatever would get you past this hellish lifetime, but it was like they were waiting on you to do something. And then you had that dream.

Thinking back on it, you're not sure if it was a dream, but it certainly felt like one. You were locked in your cage, lying on the cold floor with rags to keep you warm, and there was something else in the cell with you. Sitting in the opposite corner, covered by a cloak of darkness, what looked like the silhouette of a woman staring back at you.

It hissed your name in an inhumane voice. "Are you ready?"

"What?" You whisper, frozen in a strange paralysis. You didn't necessarily feel scared. You had heard these spirits talk before, but this was the first time one had asked you a question.

"Will you let me in?"

"Wher- What?"

"Let me in."

And something takes over you like someone takes control over your tongue and have you whispering, "I let you in."

And the next moment, you're jolting in bed, and the spirit in the corner is gone. You're not moving of your own volition as your crawl out of bed and stand at the center of the room, and you briefly wonder if you're still sleeping.

"Kiyohime."

Your body lights up in flames, but you're dizzy by the sudden spike in your senses overwhelming your brain. And the following sequence of events goes by like a blur.

You go into a homicidal rage you have no chance of controlling. As you move with a strange familiarity, there's no rationality in your head. Every member of the cult is lying dead on the ground once you revert back to your regular rags, drenched in the blood of your captors.

And in your exhaustion, you fall like a corpse into a coma.

-

When you open your eyes, everything around you is white. Clean sheets cover your lower half, with your arms at your sides and tubes sticking out of them. Two teenage boys you've never seen occupy the room with you–one standing at the foot of your bed and staring out the window, and the other is seated in a chair along the wall.

Both notice you're awake, and it's silent, like they're waiting for you to say something.

"Are you okay," the one with dark hair and baggy pants asks you when you look back at them expectantly.

"Why does it feel like you're here to kill me?" The words slip through your lips softly, and there's a lump growing in your throat at your raising suspicion.

They wear matching uniforms, but you don't recognize or consider them similar to regular high school uniforms.

The one with white hair laughs with his hands stuffed in his pockets. The sun shining behind him in the window makes a halo glow around his silhouette.

"Spot on. How'd you manage to figure that out?" He's wearing a wide grin and circular tinted lenses over his eyes, and you can vaguely make out the bright blue underneath.

"They were going to kill me too," you murmur, clenching your fists and dropping your gaze to your lap. The two boys are silent, and you don't care to see what they're communicating to each other above your head. "If you're going to kill me, can I make a request?"

"What would that be?" The dark-haired boy indulges you, and you feel hot tears fill your waterline.

"I'd like for it to be quick," your weak voice breaks, desperate. "I don't want it to hurt."

"We're not going to hurt you," he assures, resting his hand over yours with a gentle smile. "My name is Suguru Geto. What's your name?"

You tell him your name quietly, mesmerized by the alluring calmness he seems to radiate.

"We were sent to your location to eradicate a curse that massacred an entire group. We found you, a little malnourished but otherwise unharmed, at the center of it all." Suguru doesn't take his hand from yours as he relays the information to you. Instances from your massacre flash through your head, and you nod somberly.

"it was me," you confess. "I did it."

"We figured," the unnamed with white hair snickers. "But there doesn't seem to be a cursed spirit attached to you to have caused the amount of damage you did."

"You're saying she has a technique," Suguru states, filtering out his partner's bullshit.

The white-haired boy shrugs. "Only thing I can come up with."

Suguru looks back at you, squeezing your hand a little. "We'd like to bring you back to Tokyo with us."

"Tokyo? Why?"

"Don't you wanna figure out how you killed all those people?" The strange boy and his odd grins throw you off, but he makes a tempting offer, and you nod.

"I'd like to understand. Yes."

"Then I guess she's coming back with us," he sends a toothy smile to Suguru before striding closer to your side of the bed.

"It's great to meet you. I'm Satoru Gojo."

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a/n: first installment of a thing of nightmares