#“at a young age” and gojo can't even TRY to talk to him about all this until it may very well be too late and megumi's succumbed to his ex'

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

for the megumi and the world's most inconvenient custody battle, i just head canon geto and gojo screaming at each other in front of kfc (AGAIN) and the conversation goes something like:

Geto: I HAVE MORE EXPERIENCE I HAVE TWINS AT HOME ILL BE A BETTER PARENTAL FIGURE THAN U!

gojo: THATS MY BABY I CHANGED HIS DIAPERS! HE CAME OUTTA MY WOMB! GIVE HIM BACK!

megumi and the kfc workers are so so done someone get these gay men couple therapy pls

i have so normal feelings for ideas i totally dont think about them every single day.

The funny thing is that Megumi actually have no awareness of Gojo at all during the custody battle due to the intricacies of the binding vow (there's a clause where Megumi has to kill himself if Gojo intervenes at all during the span of the agreement. Geto wanted the clause to be that Megumi has to kill his sister, but Megumi threatened to kill Geto and then himself if he made that the clause. Geto doesn't actually want to make Megumi kill himself, it's just a dead man's switch to keep Gojo from swooping in and ending the entire thing prematurely. There's nothing Geto can do to actually stop Gojo, but he can deter Gojo with the consequences of a binding vow which even Gojo cannot break, and he knows Gojo won't actually risk his son, so he'll let the entire thing run it's course naturally). So it's just:

Megumi: *very grumpily going ice skating with Geto's twins because he's under binding vow to play nice and cooperate with the cult members during the terms of the vow*

Geto and Gojo, squatting behind a vendor's cart: *having the world's quietest and most hostile divorcee bitch fight*

[morikosa]

His Little Wife

Summary: The thought of losing his beautiful student makes him realize his plan sooner… To marry you. With or without your consent, you are his.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY // MDNI — Yandere Gojo, fem! Student reader, nicknames, size kink, age gap, forced marriage, Gojo is obsessed, teacher x student

He could not bear it.

You were with Megumi all the time, at recess, in class, even after school. Seeing you with him was unbearably painful. Why didn't you look at him the way you looked at Megumi?

Why didn't you see his feelings? Because he was your teacher? Oh no, he didn't care.

Morality was not in his rules. He didn't care that you were his student.

He cared about you so much that he never sent you on challenging missions; he followed you home to ensure you got home safely. With all that, why are you doing this to him?

You were laughing with Megumi in front of him in class; were you trying to make him suffer?

He can't take it anymore.

He can't stand you ignoring him.

There must be a solution.

Oh yeah, he was going to marry you. And since you're his beautiful wife, you won't go to that school.

After all, he's the strongest and can always protect you.

He knows you are too young for marriage, but he doesn't care. He can't bear to see you with the Megumi any longer. And when you finish school, what if you become lovers with him? Worse, what if you marry him?

No, no, no, no.

He can't take that risk.

He'll arrange an engagement as soon as possible, followed by a wedding. The higher-ups will know.

And as for you. He doesn't care what you want.

School was already over, and you were walking home sweetly. Ah, you were too cute even walking.

Unfortunately, it was very dangerous for a pretty and lovely girl like you to walk alone at this time of the evening.

That's why he was following you, to protect you from anything that might happen to you.

He's a very thoughtful teacher, isn't he?

But you still didn't like him, and he still didn't understand why. He was young, handsome, rich, and the kind of man many women chased after and longed to marry.

But you still didn't love him.

Maybe that's why he was in love with you; you were hard to get.

Finally, you got home, went inside, and closed the door slowly. And he was in front of your house.

Yes, he was.

This day would make everything clear.

He walked slowly towards your house, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. After one minute, you opened the door, and a smile spread across your face when you saw him.

"Ah, welcome, Sensei!

he smiled

''Greetings, Y/N-chan! I wanted to talk to you about something if you don't mind…''

His heart raced as he saw your smile. God, you were so cute for your own good. Your beautiful smile melted his heart.

You were going to be the death of him.

"Of course, Sensei." You replied, stepping aside to let him in.

When you entered the living room, Gojo sat on the couch and looked at you. His look was very different from a normal one, but you didn't mind—after all, he was your teacher.

"What did you want to talk to me about, sensei?

He smiled, took a deep breath and started talking

''Y/N-chan, you know I love you, right? Sensei always wants the best for you.''

You tilted your head to the side. Did he love you? Of course, he did. He was your teacher, after all, and every teacher loves their students, right?

''Y-yeah... Sensei always takes care of me."

A grin appeared on his face. He gently tapped his hand on his knee and gestured for you to sit on his lap.

''Of course, Y/N-chan. Now, come here''

The look in his eyes darkened, did he want you to sit on his lap? But that would be inappropriate... You started to get scared

Your heart raced, your mind conflicted as he gestured for you to sit on his lap. You hesitated, unsure of what to do.

"Umm... Sensei, I... I don't think that's a good idea." You stumbled over your words, your embarrassment and fear clear in your voice.

''Come. Y/N-chan.'' he was like a completely different person, he was smiling, but his gaze was frightening.

You swallowed, a lump forming in your throat as you looked into Gojo's now fierce gaze. Your body trembled, scared of his sudden change, but something about him made your heart race even more.

"Y-yes, Sensei." You hesitantly moved closer, slowly climbing onto his lap. Once settled, you looked down, keeping your gaze from meeting his.

"Good girl. Now let's get to the point. In a little while you'll be my wife.'' he said with a wry smile on his face as you sit nervously on his lap

Gojo's words caught you completely off guard.

"What? Wife?" You exclaimed in shock, your eyes wide with surprise.

You started to panic inside as you realized the situation you were in, his strong arms quickly wrapped around your waist, keeping you secure on his lap.

"Be calm, Y/N-chan. I can't have anyone else near you, and the best way to protect you is to marry you. Is it so hard to understand?" Gojo's voice was now stern, demanding obedience.

"I-I don't... I don't unde-"

You were cut off by Gojo's lips pressing against yours.

His tongue found its way into your mouth, and you suddenly felt like you were drowning.

He was kissing you passionately, his grip on your waist tightening further.

You tried to push his head away, but his strength was too much for you to handle.

You tried to scream, to resist, but his lips were too firm.

You felt like you were trapped.

When he broke the kiss you tried to get off his lap in a panic, your body tingling, you were scared. You didn't want to get married yet, especially not to your teacher. It was so wrong.

''Let me go sensei, please let me go! A-And a-family won't let you—''

''Your family? Haha, how sweet of you, Y/N-chan.''

while you were trembling in his lap, one hand went to your soft, silky hair, stroking it as if soothing a dog and he said with a amusement smile on his face

"Your parents have already given up on you. They just threw you away in exchange for some money. Do you think they really love you? Do they care about you, hmm?''

You were shocked, you froze. with one hand in your soft hair, he leaned down slowly and whispered in your ear

''I'll tell you, they didn't give a shit about you. They gave you up for money and fame. I'm sure they're like, "Oh, our sweet going to marry Gojo Satoru, the most powerful sorcerer in the world, the leader of Gojo clan''

lie. lie lie lie lie lie

Your parents couldn't have given up on you. You didn't want to believe it

''If they really loved you, you would be with them right now. You're a high school student, but why do you live in a rented apartment instead of with your parents? Have they ever supported you, hmm?''

A torrent of tears flowed from your eyes, and your heart ached with the thought of your parents willingly giving you up.

"N-no… that's not true. My parents would never do that… t-they love me-" You argued weakly, your voice cracking with the force of your emotions.

you rested your head on his chest, you couldn't stand it. you started sobbing like a child. And he was stroking your hair.

"shhh, don't cry, pretty girl. From now on you don't need anyone but me.''

He kissed the top of your head, your body still shaking from crying.

''The higher-ups reacted positively to this marriage. Thanks to our technique, they think you and I will create a lineage of tremendous power. Ah, as usual, the old geezers only care about lineage.''

Your tears soaked through his clothes, and he continued to dote on you, his hand now caressing your backside in a way that made you uncomfortable.

Your delicate body tensed as his lips touched the top of your head, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

"I-I don't want to marry you."

Your voice shook, the fear and helplessness you felt oozing through your words. ''Please, Sensei, let me go.''

"I don't want to get married to you." You mumbled into his chest, your voice muffled by his jacket.

With these words, the smug grin on his face disappeared, and a dull expression took its place. With the hand that had been stroking your hair, he took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back.

''How much do you think I care about your consent, Y/N-Chan? You'd better stop this spoiled behavior, or I might not be so nice next time. Do you understand?'

You were scared; the way he looked at you was so cold. You missed your old sensei, the one who looked at you with soft eyes and that warm smile when he explained something you didn't understand.

You nodded quickly, swallowing hard to stop your sobs.

"I-I'm s-sorry."

The fear in your eyes was palpable, and you nervously clung to his clothes, your body shivering.

''Sensei... I promise I won't resist anymore.'' You whispered, your voice quivering with fear and sadness.

Gojo released his grip on your hair, and you fell forward, your face buried in his chest again. You could hear his heartbeat, rapid and robust.

''Good girl.'' He murmured, his voice softer now

''Now, we're going to the mansion. I can't wait to show my beautiful wife her new room!''

The cold man who was looking at you with dull anger just a second ago has returned to his cheerful demeanor.

He grabbed your small hand and dragged you out excitedly.

W-wait, sensei!" You called out, trying to keep up with his long strides.

"I-I need to pack my clothes!"

 he just waved his hand dismissively and continued walking.

"Oh, those old stuff? Forget about them. I'll buy you new ones. My wife deserves the best." Gojo said, his voice was cheerful

You were silent as you followed behind Gojo, your mind racing with the implications of what was happening.

You couldn't believe it.

You couldn't believe that your sensei, your teacher, your idol, would make you his wife.

You didn't know what to do.

You didn't know what to say.

You were completely lost.

A week had passed since you were taken from your school and your life, and you were still struggling to adjust. Your room, though luxurious, felt like a cage, a place where you were confined.

The thought of your former life made your heart ache, the memories of your school and dreams of becoming a wizard now shattered.

You wondered why Megumi hadn't contacted you, a flicker of sadness burning in your chest.

Why didn't he come looking for you? We were friends, wasn't he worried?

You were supposed to get married after hours…

The time of your marriage loomed, and you sat on the bed, your eyes drawn to the exquisite wedding dress. It was the epitome of elegance and grace, but it represented something you never wanted.

Your hand reached out to touch the silken fabric, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

Tears welled in your eyes as you recalled everything that had happened. The betrayal from your parents, the inaction of Megumi, and the forceful marriage to Gojo Satoru, a man you looked up to as a teacher.

But it wasn't what you wanted.

Everything hurt; your parents throwing you away like garbage, Megumi not looking for you, and… the teacher you admired forcing you to marry him.

But there was nothing you could do

This was your new life, and you had to get used to it…

You inhaled deeply, steeling your resolve as you took hold of the wedding dress and began to put it on. It clung to your body, the fabric smooth and sensual against your skin.

Before long, you were fully dressed, the gown cascading around your feet like a cloud of snow.

Gojo entered the room, his gaze fixing on you. A smile curved his lips as he admired your appearance.

"You look stunning, Y/N-chan." He complimented, his voice a seductive purr.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulled you closer, capturing your mouth in a soft, deep kiss.

The sensation of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine. His nose brushed against yours, and he whispered, 

"God, you look so beautiful, Y/N-chan... I can hardly keep myself from taking you here and now."  He whispered against your cheek, the hunger in his voice unmistakable.

You flinched at his words, your body stiffening.

Gojo's hand slid down your side, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"P-please, sensei—" you stammered, your voice barely audible. "We still have the marriage ceremony."

Gojo chuckled softly, the sound filled with a mixture of lust and amusement.

"Okay, okay, pretty girl." He soothed, releasing your waist to take your hands in his.

A warm, affectionate smile softened his features as he met your eyes, love clearly etched in his gaze.

"Then, let's not keep our guests waiting any longer, shall we?"

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

You followed Gojo, your hand tightly gripped in his, as you left your room and went to the ceremony.

The wedding ceremony had been long and draining, leaving you physically and emotionally exhausted. You stepped into your room, the door closing behind you, and your heart began to race

This was the part you feared the most.

''I love you so much, my wifey...''

Gojo's large hands slipped to your thin waist, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he began to unzip the wedding dress. It fell to the floor, the silken fabric pooling at your feet, revealing your lingerie.

His eyes lingered on your exposed breasts, his gaze hot and hungry.

''You're more beautiful than I ever imagined...''

Gojo removed his jacket and shirt, revealing his well-built chest. He let the jacket drop to the ground with a heavy thud. He then guided you to the bed, gently pushing you down onto it.

His mouth found the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and kissing as his fingers worked to take off your lingerie.

His voice was low and seductive, the words sending chills down your spine. "You don't know how long I've dreamed of this moment, Y/N. Touching your beautiful body, feeling your soft lips, and being able to call you my wife..."

His breath was hot against your skin, and the anticipation of what was to come quickly became overwhelming.

You squirmed beneath him, your innocence and inexperience leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed. Your heart raced, a whirlwind of fear and confusion churning within you.

"Sensei..." You whispered softly

Gojo's hands paused in their task, his head tilting slightly as he gave you a confused look.

His smirk deepened, his laugh echoing through the room. "Now now, No more formalities. Don't be shy, I'm your husband now. Call me by my name~"

Gojo's words were confusing, but his tone was insistent, coaxing.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, your breath hitching in your throat.

"S-Satoru..." you whispered, barely audible.

Gojo's smirk turned into a smug grin. "That's my girl~"

Gojo moved even closer to you, his lips dangerously close to yours.

"Now, kiss your hubby."

His breath mingled with yours, and you could feel his warm, minty breath against your lips.

You felt a shiver run through your body as you anticipated his kiss.

His lips crashed against yours, the kiss rough and hungry, his hands moving to your breasts as if discovering new treasures.

His mouth claimed yours again and again as the kiss deepened, his fingers expertly playing with your sensitive nipples, the pleasure making you squirm under him.

"You taste so good, Y/N-chan," he purred as he broke the kiss ''Ah, if Megumi touched those soft lips, I'd probably kill him. No one can touch what's mine.''

He trailed a finger along your jawline, his touch lingering, his eyes dark with desire.

"I'm going to make you scream my name, Y/N-chan."

He kissed you again, the kiss growing rougher, more desperate.

"Right now." he growled.

His fingers left your breasts, trailing down to your belly, feeling the soft curves beneath the fabric still adorning your body.

He gripped the waistband of your underwear, tugging it down with a feral grin.

"Spread your legs for me, Y/N-chan. Let me see that sweet, pink pussy of yours."

The raw lust in Gojo's eyes left you trembling, unsure of what to do. He wanted you to expose yourself to him, to submit to his desires.

His free hand slid between your legs, his fingers trailing over your wetness.

"You're already wet for me, aren't you, Y/N-chan?" he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

You let out a soft, uncertain moan, your legs trembling as Gojo positioned himself at your entrance.

"Sen—...Satoru... P-please be kind, I-I've never done this before."

Your voice was small and shaky, betraying your nerves and innocence.

Gojo looked down at you, his eyes softening briefly before he shrugged. "I can't promise, little one. I need you so bad.''

He pressed forward, his cock sliding into your tight, wet entrance in one swift motion, your hymen popping, accompanied by a pained moan from your lips.

"Ah~" you cried out, tears glistening in your eyes.

Gojo's hands tightened on your hips, his face twisted with a mixture of ecstasy and concern.

"Fuck, Y/N-chan. You're so tight."

He waited for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his invasion before he began to thrust deeper into you, drawing loud, primal moans from his lips.

"I'm going to take you, Y/N-chan. I'm going to take you and make you mine," he gritted, his pace quickening.

His thrusts became more urgent, his eyes dark with need, your cries of pain and pleasure mingling in the room.

He bit his lip hard, his hips bucking, driving himself in and out of your tight, quivering body.

"Y/N-chan, look at me," he demanded, his voice guttural, "Look at me, and scream for your husband"

His fingers gripped your hips painfully, and he rammed into you, his cock pulsing, filling you with his essence as he came inside you.

You caught up in the raw intensity of the act and opened your eyes, staring up at him. Your expression was a mix of pain and surprise as he claimed your innocence.

His thrusts became more urgent, his eyes dark with need, your cries of pain and pleasure mingling in the room.

He bit his lip hard, his hips bucking, driving himself in and out of your tight, quivering body.

Gojo felt your tense body begin to quiver under him, your cries intensifying as your cunt stretched to accommodate his throbbing cock.

"Ah~!" you cried out, your voice tinged with pain, your eyes pleading with him as he ravaged your body. "Slow~ please slow~ it hurts."

"fuck, Y/N-chan," he groaned, pulling out of you slightly before thrusting back in harder.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured, his voice strained. But I can't... Nh~! Just hang in there, okay, sweetie? Your husband will make it up to you."

He continued to thrust into you relentlessly, his hips slamming against yours with a primal force.

"That's it, little girl, you're taking me so well," he praised softly, his voice laced with appreciation.

After minutes of pain, pleasure flooded your body, your beautiful pussy getting used to his cock, and the painful moans were replaced by small moans of pleasure.

Your back arched, your tiny body undulating beneath his, a newfound sweetness in the way his cock filled you completely.

"Who do you belong to, Y/N?" he demanded, his voice a low growl, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his cock stretching you with each powerful stroke.

"S-Satoru~" you gasped, the words tumbling from your lips, your petite body bucking, the pleasure radiating from your core.

You were his, in body and soul, your virginity claimed by the sorcerer who loved you.

His pace didn't falter, his hips slamming into yours, his cock pulsing inside you, his own pleasure building, his gasps and curses mixing with the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

He leaned forward, his lips brushing your neck, his teeth grazing your tender skin, their possession marking you as his.

"Mine." he growled, his hips bucking, feeling his release approaching, a primal need to claim you in every way bursting within him.

Your petite body trembled, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, your pleasure building with every thrust.

Gojo's hand cupped your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple, pulling it as he guck you deeper and deeper.

"Y/N-chan, Come for me." he demanded, his voice rough with the need to feel you break for him.

The pleasure building until it crested and crashed, your body convulsing, your eyes wide and glassy as your climax took hold.

His own release followed hot on your heels, his body shuddering, his seed filling you, the insides of your quivering pussy embracing him

Gojo fell beside you, his breathing slowing as he took your tiny body in his arms. You were visibly exhausted, the intensity of the experience weighing heavily on your fragile form.

He gazed down at you, his eyes softening as he ran a finger along your soft, pink cheek.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N-chan," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to make it up to you. We'll go shopping, buy you all the cute clothes you want. We'll have fun."

He knew it was all too sudden for you, all these changes. This marriage and the others... But he couldn't bear to spend another day without you.

The need to make you his, to possess and cherish you, had consumed him.

And the moment he saw you with someone else, that desire increased tenfold.

He held you close, your soft breathing a sweet sound against his ears, and vowed to himself that he would protect you.

He'll do anything to make you fall in love with him. You will get used to him, to this new life, to being his wife, and you will love him as he loves you.

After all, he is Gojo Satoru

Fumi: like, write comments, and reblog if you liked this writing, sweetheart ♥

[yuanology]

Ok but your gojo content ,like I’m down bad I need more 👹 MORE!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

i hear you, anon, and i raise to you: gojo satoru who is a miracle.

this much has been established from the very beginning. with his six-eyes and inhumane abilities, satoru has been established to be a god amongst men from a terribly young age. he has always been a miracle, a weapon, an exception in a whole lot of somethings. gojo satoru, six-eyes, the strongest.

( and what a curse it is to bear: the title of the strongest, and the title of the loneliest. )

a miracle.

many people have called him that in the past. the phrase soon catches on and it becomes as common as he hears his name or six eyes or the strongest being tossed around. he's gojo satoru, the strongest, an outlier and a miracle. he doesn't exactly hate it. to him, it just becomes another piece of his identity, something else to define him but never to understand him.

but he likes it best when he hears it from you.

because when you say it, he always has to earn it. you call him a miracle, and your eyes go hazy when you say it, like you can't believe that he's standing there before you. you call him a miracle, and the corners of your lips curl into that soft little smile of yours that bleeds with so much fondness that sometimes, satoru has to double take in fear that he may have misunderstood (he never does; you're always still smiling at him like that and not at someone else, someone more deserving).

and he likes being a miracle, likes being your miracle, so he keeps trying. he struggles, sometimes, because he's not used to having to try, but the sight of your smile — the very idea of your approval — is more than enough to spur him to become better. he's stumbling over himself to make you happy, to provide things for you, to be quiet when he has to be (not that he has to be quiet often. despite what people often say of him, you enjoy hearing him talk — during the right moments. and, in a way, he gets that. he gets you), to be obedient and good (but never perfect because you never expect perfection out of him, only his best and for you, he's always at his best), to be your perfect doll (and is that not just the most perfect thought? to be yours to command and be used as you please. he doesn't have to be gojo satoru, doesn't even have to be satoru. he can just be yours).

he wants your attention, wants your eyes on him, wants you to smile at him with so much pride in your eyes, to touch him with such gentleness and to treat him as if he's good enough for you — as if he's the best thing to have ever happened to you.

as if he's a miracle.

he's rarely ever disobedient in bed. if anything, he's far too focused on your pleasure than he is in himself. he wants to see you fall apart just for him — because of him. he rides you as if there's no tomorrow, begs you to fuck him raw and hard as if he doesn't have a mission the next day, clings to you as if you'll disappear the moment he lets go. satoru likes it when you use him as if he's nothing but a fuck toy, yours to be used and abused. he likes it when you pin his wrists over his head on the surface underneath him, whispering destructive things about how you'll ruin him for anyone else in his ears, as your cock takes him apart until there's nothing left of satoru beyond the part of him that just wants you.

but satoru turns into a babbling fucking mess in your sheets who begs for you to slow down and be gentle with me when you fuck him like the world will extend its time for you. there are tears clouding the skies in the depths of his irises as you thrust into him lazily, dragging out the moment as if you have all the seconds in the world. he begs at you for more and for less all at once, clinging onto you as if he'll break apart if you let go.

( yes, he will. he will fall apart completely unless you stay. it's not fair, the sheer extent of your power over him. how can he live after this — after he knows what it means to truly be a miracle for someone? to be cared for with so much reverence, with so much affection, as if he can be enough if he just tries. if he is just good, even when he isn't perfect. if he's just satoru — your satoru. )

swallowing your cock down his throat, satoru has never felt more like a god than he does when he's on his knees, blinking up at you as he watches you fall apart. your lips part, giving room for the prettiest sounds to escape your throat as you spill all inside his mouth, painting it white. satoru keeps his mouth sealed around your cock, keeping his head in place until you tap the side of his head, beckoning him to pull off.

"fuck, 'toru." your voice is hoarse, a result of your own arousal and the product of how good he has been. you sound breathless, and he preens at the sight. "you were so good, baby."

but it's not the compliment that eventually brings him further down to his knees, his legs feeling weak where they're trembling underneath him. it's the way you're looking at him; as if nothing else in the world matters but the sight of him completely under your mercy right then, as if the whole world can pass you by and you wouldn't notice as long as he stays there with you. like he's a once in a lifetime apparition, as rare as a comet, as beautiful as a supernova. like he's more than just gojo satoru, more than what he can be, more than what he can do.

like he's a goddamn miracle.

like he's your goddamn miracle.

[cheeby]

The weight of what comes next

read chapter 1 here, chapter 2 here

content: a multi-part isekai story. reader is aware of the plot, and every minor character is aged up. Jujutsu high is now the University of Jujutsu.

18+, eventual smut

Chapter 3-

“Oh, speak of the devil. Here’s your fellow first year buddy,” Gojo chuckles. “Megumi! C’mon over!”

You turn, expecting… well, you weren’t too sure. The boy walking towards you looks like he’s wandered out of a far-away, wistful daydream. His dark hair flops over his forehead, his expression somewhere between bored and annoyed, and he's giving you a look like he already regrets meeting you. He’s absolutely beautiful.

“This is Fushiguro Megumi,” Gojo announces, lazily draping an arm around the boy’s shoulders. Megumi immediately shrugs him off. “He’s our star student! Aaand the only student here that probably won’t make you wanna gouge your eyes out.”

“How comforting..” You mutter under your breath.

At this, Megumi casts a glance your way, his sharp eyes scanning your face briefly, as though trying to figure you out. You blush under his gaze. It feels somehow different than how Nanami or Gojo look at you.

“Who’s this?” He asks Gojo, ignoring you completely. Umm okayyy..

“This,” Gojo says, motioning towards you with a dramatic flourish, “Is (Y/N) (L/N), our newest recruit. Isn’t she soo lucky to have you as her mentor?" “Mentor?” Megumi repeats, frowning. “What.. are you talking about?” “Oh, right, I didnt mention! You two are going on a mission together.” Gojo’s tone is way too cheerful for what he’s just dropped. “Call it… bonding time!” “Wait, what?” You and Megumi say in unison.

Gojo nods. “I know it's a little fast, but we don’t have other sorcerers available right now. Plus, it's just going to another university and investigating a ~spooky~ special-grade object!” He laughs. “Its nothing too bad. And this is a great way for (Y/N) to gain some first hand experience before starting lessons on Monday!”

Megumi grunts. “Great.” He mutters. “And, (Y/N), since you can't really use your cursed energy right now, you’ll be given a weapon imbued with cursed energy to help you fight any curses! Cool, right?” He grins, putting his face between his hands. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

You and Megumi set out on your mission together. You wonder if this is where you’ll meet Yuji, since universities replace the high schools in this universe. Thank god, you think, relieved. You totally didnt wanna be the only young adult along with some 16 year olds! Even though you’re only a few years older than them, it’s just weird.

Megumi’s barely said a word to you since you’ve met him, but you’re okay with it, since his character's exactly like this in the anime. It’s sort of comforting.

You shift the concealed glaive Gojo lent you in your hands. To anyone else, it looks like some sort of tall instrument in its carrier. Your glaive is beautiful, with intricate carvings along the handle and a blade that gleams unnaturally sharp. It’s surprisingly light too—Gojo explained that it was imbued with energy to reduce its weight and sharpen its blade. You could probably spin it around in your hands if you tried, but you know better than that.

The two of you board a packed train to Sendai, and you settle into your seat next to Megumi. It’s early summer here, and the AC is on full blast above you. Megumi’s in his usual dark uniform, which you think is weird, what university has a uniform? You glance down at your own outfit, the one you've stayed in this whole time—jeans and a cute pink top— and suddenly feel self-conscious. Compared to Megumi’s sleek, polished look, you feel massively underdressed. Then, it hits you: what about all your clothes? You groan. You’re gonna have to buy a whole new wardrobe!

At that, Megumi glances at you, his brow furrowed slightly. “What’s wrong?” He asks quietly.

You blink, caught off guard by his attention. “Oh, uh… just thinking about something. I live kinda.. far from Tokyo, so I’m not sure how I’ll get my clothes and stuff to my room.”

He raises a brow, unimpressed. “Just buy new stuff. Gojo will cover it.” His tone is matter-of-fact, as if that suddenly solves everything. He just doesn’t get it! “And on missions, you can only wear your uniform anyway. Obviously not in this case, but you’ll get one soon enough.”

You nod, processing his words. “Don’t you think it’s weird that a university enforces a uniform though?”

Megumi looks away in thought, tilting his head slightly. “I mean, I guess if it was an academic university. But it’s for sorcerers, and we always usually wear some sort of professional wear, I guess. It's just custom in Japan.” You hum in agreement. “I went to a regular university before this… so it’s still weird to me.”

At this, he looks back at you, curiosity flickering across his usually stoic face. God, he’s so cute!

“I was studying physics,” You continue, a hint of pride slipping into your voice. “At a pretty prestigious university in my country.” Even though you were only there for a couple months, it’s still something you’re proud of. You were in your first year of university back home, similar to now.

Megumi nods slightly, his expression unreadable. Then, to your utter shock, he says, “That’s… cool.”

Your eyes widen. Did… Megumi just compliment you?

You settle into a comfortable silence for the next hour and a half. Despite yourself, you feel oddly shy sitting so close to him. Megumi Fushiguro, in the flesh. In 2021, when you had first watched the anime, you had the biggest crush on him. Seeing him in person, rather than a 2D character on your screen? Completely swoon-worthy. His lashes are just as long as you remember, his hands just as graceful. You feel your cheeks heat up, and you force yourself to look away before he catches you staring.To your relief, (and honestly your delight), you’d realised earlier that you’re indeed the same age. Then, there was the fact you were in 2018, which was a total mind-fuck of its own. You had figured it out when you pulled out your iPhone 15 in front of Megumi, who had given you the weirdest look.

“What model is that?” He’d asked, frowning.

You were about to say, before you glanced at his iPhone.. 6s?

“Oh, uh, it’s a foreign brand,” you said quickly, shoving your phone back in your bag before he could question it further. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

The train pulls into Sendai in the evening, and the two of you make your way to the university campus.

“There are strong cursed energy residuals near that shed,” he mutters, pointing towards the small structure in the distance. You pause. For the first time, you realise you can feel it too—sticky and all things gross.

You two find the shed broken into, just like in the anime. There is no cursed object in sight. This, of course, sends Megumi into a panic, as he tries to search for it nearby.

“Damn it,” he mutters, stepping around the shed and again circling the area, clearly agitated. You lean casually against the shed, watching him with mild amusement. You’re not exactly sure why, but you don’t feel particularly inclined to help.

“Are you seriously just gonna stand there?” He snaps at you, glaring.

“Hm.. yup.” You grin, trying—and failing— to suppress a laugh. “Its clearly not here anyway, Megu- uhh Fushiguro.” Damn it! Why do you keep saying their first names?!

He sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You’re impossible.” He mutters, before pulling out his phone to call Gojo.

“There’s nothing here. The Stevenson hutch is empty.” Megumi says, evenly.

“For real? That’s hilarious. Maybe it took a nighttime stroll!” You can hear Gojo’s gleeful voice on the other end. You smile to yourself. Megumi’s jaw tightens. “I’m going to punch you.” He says flatly. “Well, no going home until it’s recovered, okay?” Gojo chirps, before the line disconnects. “I’m seriously going to punch him.” Megumi mutters. You can’t help but giggle at his exasperation. As the sky darkens even further, Megumi sighs and puts his phone away.

“We’ll book a hotel, and continue our search for the object tomorrow morning.” Megumi states, already scrolling on his phone for a good deal. “Okay!” You reply brightly, following him back towards the main road.

You check into the hotel, and head to your rooms, which are conveniently next to each other. You’re a little let down at the fact you weren’t forced into a “sorry, we only have one room available” trope, not that you.. wanted to share a room with Megumi of course. You just.. thought it would be funny. Maybe. Shaking the thought away, you settle into your room.

After dropping off your things, (which wasn’t much, at all), you and Megumi head out to grab dinner at a nearby restaurant. The two of you eat in silence, both way too hungry to bother with conversation, beyond the occasional “this is so good” between bites.

When the plates are cleared and you’re waiting for the bill, you stretch and stifle a yawn, glancing across the booth at Megumi. Deciding to break the silence, you try to strike up conversation.

“Soo, Fushiguro, how did you-” before you can finish, a waiter hands over the bill, and Megumi pays with Gojo-sensei’s card. You raise an eyebrow at the sight, but choose not to comment.

“What were you saying?” He asks softly, as he slides the card back into his wallet. Why was such a simple action so hot?! You hesitate. You were going to ask him how he became a jujutsu sorcerer, but you already knew. You had watched JJK 0 the second it came out, after all. “Oh, nothing important. Let’s get back to the hotel and catch some rest!” You say, cheerfully, brushing it off.

Megumi doesn’t reply, just nods in agreement.

You’re jolted awake by a knock at your door. Groggy and disorientated, you sit up as a familiar voice calls through the door. “Hurry up,” Megumi says, sounding irritated. You glance at the clock and groan. You didn’t even set an alarm. The rest of yesterdays night was uneventful, and since Megumi didnt seem up for much conversation, you just called it an early night.

You hop into the bathroom, brushing your teeth, and quickly fix your hair in the mirror, trying to look at least somewhat good, but without the time to shower, you feel super gross walking out in the same clothes as yesterday. Yuck! You open the door after you’ve finished getting ready. “Sorry for being late,” you say, in shame.

Megumi just scoffs. Okay… what’s his deal? ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

The train pulls into Sendai in the evening, and the two of you make your way to the university campus.

“There are strong cursed energy residuals near that shed,” he mutters, pointing towards the small structure in the distance. You pause. For the first time, you realise you can feel it too—sticky and all things gross.

You two find the shed broken into, just like in the anime. There is no cursed object in sight. This, of course, sends Megumi into a panic, as he tries to search for it nearby.

“Damn it,” he mutters, stepping around the shed and again circling the area, clearly agitated. You lean casually against the shed, watching him with mild amusement. You’re not exactly sure why, but you don’t feel particularly inclined to help.

“Are you seriously just gonna stand there?” He snaps at you, glaring.

“Hm.. yup.” You grin, trying—and failing— to suppress a laugh. “Its clearly not here anyway, Megu- uhh Fushiguro.” Damn it! Why do you keep saying their first names?!

He sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You’re impossible.” He mutters, before pulling out his phone to call Gojo.

“There’s nothing here. The Stevenson hutch is empty.” Megumi says, evenly.

“For real? That’s hilarious. Maybe it took a nighttime stroll!” You can hear Gojo’s gleeful voice on the other end. You smile to yourself. Megumi’s jaw tightens. “I’m going to punch you.” He says flatly. “Well, no going home until it’s recovered, okay?” Gojo chirps, before the line disconnects. “I’m seriously going to punch him.” Megumi mutters. You can’t help but giggle at his exasperation. As the sky darkens, Megumi sighs and puts his phone away.

“We’ll book a hotel, and continue our search for the object tomorrow morning.” Megumi states, already scrolling on his phone for a good deal. “Okay!” You reply brightly, following him back towards the main road.

You check into the hotel, and head to your rooms, which are conveniently next to each other. You’re a little let down at the fact you weren’t forced into a “sorry, we only have one room available” trope, not that you.. wanted to share a room with Megumi of course. You just.. thought it would be funny. Maybe. Shaking the thought away, you settle into your room.

After dropping off your things, (which wasn’t much, at all), you and Megumi head out to grab dinner at a nearby restaurant. The two of you eat in silence, both way too hungry to bother with conversation, beyond the occasional “this is so good” between bites.

When the plates are cleared and you’re waiting for the bill, you stretch and stifle a yawn, glancing across the booth at Megumi. Deciding to break the silence, you try to strike up conversation.

“Soo, Fushiguro, how did you-” before you can finish, a waiter hands over the bill, and Megumi pays with Gojo-sensei’s card. You raise an eyebrow at the sight, but choose not to comment.

“What were you saying?” He asks softly, as he slides the card back into his wallet. Why was such a simple action so hot?! You hesitate. You were going to ask him how he became a jujutsu sorcerer, but you already knew. You had watched JJK 0 the second it came out, after all. “Oh, nothing important. Let’s get back to the hotel and catch some rest!” You say, cheerfully, brushing it off.

Megumi doesn’t reply, just nods in agreement.

You’re jolted awake by a knock at your door. Groggy and disorientated, you sit up as a familiar voice calls through the door. “Hurry up,” Megumi says, sounding irritated. You glance at the clock and groan. You didn’t even set an alarm. The rest of yesterdays night was uneventful, and since Megumi didnt seem up for much conversation, you just called it an early night.

You hop into the bathroom, brushing your teeth, and quickly fix your hair in the mirror, trying to look at least somewhat good, but without the time to shower, you feel super gross walking out in the same clothes as yesterday. Yuck! You open the door after you’ve finished getting ready.

“Sorry for being late,” you say, in shame.

Megumi just scoffs. Okay… what’s his deal?

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Back at the university grounds, Megumi turns to you, his expression serious.

“The presence of the object is too strong to pin down. It feels like its close by, but it could actually be far away. Special grade cursed objects are always a pain…” he rambles.

You nod along, pretending to be clueless even though you know exactly what the object actually is. “I have no clue who could’ve moved it..” He continues, frustration creeping into his voice as you both make your way towards the sports grounds.

As you approach, you catch sight of a pink-haired boy, Yuji Itadori, hurling a heavy metal ball over 30 meters like its nothing. Your jaw drops.

“Woah…” you mutter under your breath. It’s one thing to see it in the anime, but witnessing it in real life? Insane. “That guy is incredible.” Megumi murmurs. “Pulling off that shot with no cursed energy… that’s difficult.”

You nod, silently agreeing.

Suddenly, the boy darts past you and Megumi, moving so fast you almost lose sight of him. An intense burst of cursed energy hits your senses like a slap to the face.

“The presence of a cursed object!” Megumi yells. “Hey, hold it!” He extends an arm towards Yuji, but he’s long gone. You stifle a giggle.

“That’s not funny, (L/N),” Megumi snaps. “Now we’re gonna have to track that guy down!”

“I heard Yuji can run 50 meters in 3 seconds!” Someone nearby says, as you overhear whispers about the boy’s incredible speed. You and Megumi exchange a look of dumbfoundedness.

By the time you follow the trail of cursed energy to the hospital, it was already late evening. You, of course, know this is not where the object you were trying to locate really is—it’s still in the university, but to not risk disrupting the canon, you go along with Megumi anyway. You also know this was the day Yuji’s grandfather had passed away, so you aren’t really looking forward to meeting him under such awful conditions. It feels.. wrong. You reach the hospital, and hang back, taking a seat off to the side, letting Megumi speak to Yuji, their conversation unfolding just as you remember from the anime. There’s no point in interfering, you think.

You observe the interaction neutrally. Megumi explains the concept of curses to a confused Yuji, and warns Yuji how the object he thinks Yuji’s in possession of, is a special-grade cursed object. Yuji, looking nervous, says he doesn’t actually have the object, as you expect, and tosses the box over to Megumi.

“Its.. empty..” Megumi remarks, his tone sharp. Yuji shrugs, and tries to leave the room, but Megumi grabs him by his arm and stops him in his tracks. “Hold it. Where is it?” He demands.

Yuji hesitates, glancing between you on the chair, and Megumi, before admitting “My friends… they’re planning on opening it up tonight, to see what’s inside it.” You stand, crossing your arms. The air is thick, and you feel a frown forming at the corners of your lips.

“Uh.. why? Is that bad?” Yuji asks anxiously, continuing to look between the two of you.

“It’s worse than bad.” Megumi says through gritted teeth. His voice hardens as he continues.

“Your friends are going to die.”

~~~~ cliff-hanger! also, i've attached below some pictures of what a glaive is, if you're unfamiliar. they're very pretty looking, and i thought this would be a badass weapon for MC to have. Lmk any thoughts you have about this chapter, and i'll see you next wednesday!

[willowser]

okay this but more.

the man staying in room 6 is kind of...odd. very handsome, dresses nice, has a great charm about him—but he comes in at terrible hours of the night, a little more ruffled than he left. and there's something so surface level about him; his penchant for standard small talk and his perfectly timed quips, almost like he's recited the same lines a dozen times and practiced them even more.

gojo satoru is the name you find on the registry.

(a series of spontaneous, not-so-thought-about decisions have left you working—and staying—in the far countryside, at an inn on a hill overlooking a meandering river. it's a far drive from town, but the views are nice and the worst guest you have is a high-maintenance woman in room 2, that would never forgive you for serving tea cold.)

(you're up late fixing her a glass of warm milk, in the tiny kitchen of your tiny lodgings, when everything goes awry.)

"got enough for one more?"

you jump at the sound of his voice, hushed and raspy as it is, before spinning from the counter to face him. it's the kind of quiet night that makes the crickets sing and footsteps thunder and you're not so sure how he managed to slip into the kitchen behind you, pull out the chair at the small dining table and plop himself down without rattling the whole inn.

—but he's there regardless. gojo satoru, looking a little worse for wear; hair shiny and down, clothes dark and clinging to his skin, as if they'd been soaking wet not long ago. it hasn't rained in days.

your heart is nearly beating out of your chest, but all you can manage to say is, "you're bleeding."

the smile that brightens his face drops, sending the little droplet of blood down his cheek. there's a small gash marring his perfectly high cheekbones, vibrant and stark against his smooth, pale face.

gojo reaches up a long finger to wipe it away, and when he pulls his hand back to assess the stain on his hands, he frowns.

"yowch," he pouts, and his eyes drop to his chest, as if he's expecting there to be more. "someone has to do something about that gang of cats living outside."

when you snort, it draws his eyes back to you and something silly warms the center of your chest; his wide gaze has always made you feel a bit young, school-age and easily flustered. you're sure he can hear the stutter of your heart and the flip of your stomach.

you gain a little bit of ground when the microwave beeps behind you. "cats, huh?" you ask, though instead of pulling out the mug, you fish a dish towel from the drawer. "that why you need the milk?"

gojo takes it quietly, when you offer it. but instead of dabbing at his face, he only stares at the little flowers patterned on the material, runs his fingers over the thread. it's an old, handmade thing, knit by the wife of the owner to the inn—but it looks small in his large hands, heartfelt in contrast to his expensive suit.

something shifts, as if you've given him more than you have, and when he raises his head to look at you, his wound seems brighter, fuller and painful. his eyes are always so big on his face, but they're—too big now, round and all-seeing, like whatever it is scares him.

"gojo?" you murmur, but his head wrenches hard over his shoulder, looking out into the small lobby, and before you can question him further, he's dashing out of his seat and crushing you into the countertop.

the edge digs into your hip painfully and you cry out against his chest as he hugs you—but the sound is lost under the deafening blow that tears the inn in two.

gojo's body is further rammed into yours, but he's all encompassing; a shield against the explosion at his back; cradling you beneath the ceiling as it comes down on the both of you.

you try to scream but inhale drywall and debris, the fabric of his damp shirt with how tight he's pressed you to him. when he groans, you feel it in your teeth, the sound lost under the incessant ringing in your ears; you think you say his name, but you can't hear.

the explosion has completely shattered your bearings, and you don't realize you've been shoved to the floor until gojo is throwing pieces of the upstairs carpet off his back and hauling you to your feet. he says—something, but you can only blink the dust from your eyes, even as he shakes your shoulders and begins to drag you along the battlefield of the kitchen.

a gaping hole has been blown into the right side of the inn, the night ready and waiting as you come to stand at the precipice. gojo is still talking, shaking you by the arm until something catches his eye: he brings a hand up to your head, lightly touches at your ear before curling a fist. blood is on his fingers—but you can't even be sure if it's his or yours.

"gojo?" you feel yourself ask again, and just the movement of your jaw has a sharp pain shooting to your head. you think you're going to be sick—even moreso when that horrific look pales his face again, has him twisting around to see a ghost you can't.

again, gojo winds his arms around your body tight, before tossing you both off the ruined edge of the inn. the grass rushes up to punch the air out of your lungs as you're flung downhill, barreling straight for the river below as a second explosion blows what remains of your quiet life apart.

[satrs]

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୨୧ FEATURING; GOJO SATORU x FEM!READER

୨୧ TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! pwp. Age gap(Satoru in his early forties and reader in her early twenties). unprotected intercourse. riding. dirty talk. petnames(baby, pretty girl). slight mention of cervix fucking.

୨୧ WC; 0.5k

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

“Slow, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

But how could you? The way his cock stretched you out so well and hit your spots was so good to the point where it had your toes curling and mind clouded in pleasure, hips moving on their own acord as you grind and bounce on him with the desperate need of release.

There was just something about men his age that caught your eye. Maybe it was their maturity that many men your age could cut a slice from. Or it was their experience in life and also... other areas. But one this is for sure- no man in your life had you acting like this- made you feel like this. Never did the guys you had before fuck you like this or had you acting like you did with him around.

You're his pretty little girl, there's no need for you to lift even a finger. "Let me do this", he would always say, persistent to leave all the hard work to his rough hands, scratches adoring them from his years of work and life.

"Careful now. I'm not as lively as I used to be." You could muster his smug smile even through knitted eyes, heavy breaths leaving you as your thighs grew sore from your eager movements.

Your eyes shot open, those same rough hands firmly hold your thighs in place before he plants his feet on the mattress and thrust up into you in a way that had your mouth hanging open and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, tongue wetting his dry lip.

Your hands try to hold onto his shoulders, but the vivid drills of his hips into yours made it difficult. Your state not to mention. Thighs shaking and body tensing up at your impending orgasm. "'m close, Satoru."

He grunts at your high-pitched voice, hips stuttering up into yours as he swallowed all your expressions with his diamond orbs, his hands smashing down your hips in sync to his thrust.

"'f course my pretty girl 's close. Can feel your pussy gushing 'round me." A Low groan followed once his tip brushed your cervix lightly, feeling his release already at the base of his cock. "Guess I still got it in me."

A tingle rushed through your body, indicating that your orgasm will soon hit, just one more move of his hips or another word from his lips and it would be done for. " All those boys can't fuck you the way I do. They got no idea fuck- how to properly please a woman."

He was ranting anything that came to his mind at this point, but you nod nonetheless, your back arching, pushing your chest closer to his face as you come undone under his touch with one strangled moan, body falling limp on top of him.

With a couple more sloppy thrusts the older man reached his limit too, grim on your thighs hardening as his cock pumped out his release, his eyes fluttering closed.

What can you say? You just had a thing for elder men, especially handsome ones like the one you got underneath you now. And he? He would be a fool to knock off a young woman like yourself.

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─ ii. reading you

summary: Gojo Satoru is nothing more than an arrogant busybody who can't stand the fact that he can't read you like an open book, and it bothered him to the core when he gets into trouble for trying to understand you. pairing: Satoru Gojo x female reader, Suguru Geto x female reader note: the faceclaim used in the banner is made by "Freesiya13" on Pinterest, but feel free to use your own. song of the chapter: crimson and clover by the shacks word count: 3.3k

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Even though most of the time Satoru Gojo opened his mouth to speak about being the strongest and that his heavenly appearance was only the fair equivalent for someone of value like him, sometimes he couldn't help but let some over-thinked thoughts whisper in the back of his head.

All his life his mere existence had been praised by some and questioned by others for the fact that he possessed a power like no other. He had grown up like a king, surrounded by instructors, clothes and furniture of the best of its kind. He was aware that he was arrogant and that people considered him annoying and conceited, but the opinion of anyone considered weak compared to him -basically everyone- was completely invalid.

Of course there were ways in which he could admire a person, for example his new classmates, it was the first time he was ranked in the same place as people his age. They all had interesting skills and personalities that refreshed the environment he was used to, yet it had been three weeks since classes started and he couldn't ignore the fact that he still couldn't read you.

He knew your name, he knew the clan you were from, he knew that if you were in the same room as him it meant he wasn’t the only one who could brat and terrorize people only by the presence you emanated. But he also knew he wasn’t part of your liking.

He never cared if he was liked by people, and not to brag but it was kind of natural for him to be liked for at least someone, and he did not care about you disliking him at all. But dammit- why couldn't he read you?

You were this ambiguous specter in his mind, all ghostly and distant. He already had tried to talk to you, once, but it's the intention that counts. He approached you to say hello, just a casual greeting in one of the hallways, he even over-used his available kindness to lower his level to appear more friendly and approachable to you, and what did you do? You walked past him without even looking, brushing your shoulder against his as if he were invisible.

Were you a haughty woman or just partially blind?

It tickled, it cramped his ego. He with all the Six Eyes and none of it could throw him a hint of your personality. 

He already classified the other two classmates in the same year as his: Suguru Geto as a potential equal, he was morally strong and definitely more kind and mannered than him, and Shoko Ieiri, an intelligent and unproblematic girl with a very useful technique. They both seemed to get along with you, he has seen you practicing your contact combat with Geto and sharing a conversation with Ieiri while having dinner.

But there was no way he was the problem, he didn't even know you.

“All of you already know how to dispel a curse, as we saw in the field testing.” Professor Yaga explained in front of his students with crossed arms, he knew that even though the young generation had an incredible potential, they were gonna trouble him more than he could possibly imagine. “Each of you has a unique curse technique and it should be used rightfully.”

The older man ranted about some things that Satoru only could hear ‘blah, blah, blah’ entering his right ear and exiting by the left one, he was too focused observing some lost point in the cascade of your hair, as if that would miraculously give him discernment on his journey for answers.

The classroom just counted with four desks in a square-shaped alignment, you on the top-left, Geto next to you on the top-right, Gojo behind him and Ieiri on the bottom-left behind you. In Satoru's opinion, it seemed quite ridiculous that the school's classrooms were so big and quite numerous for the low number of students who attended. 

It was uncomfortable to see the lack of furniture in the room, although deep down he knew that he preferred to be in the company of three strangers than being educated at home by a boring, grumpy instructor who was one step away from death.

“You are not only being taught to control your cursed techniques and develop them, but also to use them and become admirable jujutsu sorcerers." Yaga continued lecturing. 

An annoying discomfort was beginning to grow in Satoru, he still didn't know if it was the heat of the weather, his glasses that kept falling down the bridge of his nose (although it was his fault for sitting in a strange position), or the fact that you probably felt his gaze piercing the back of your head and you were controlling yourself from giving him the pleasure of looking at him.

He was completely absorbed in his thoughts, he wasn't even aware of how many minutes he had been staring at you without stopping. If you tilted your head slightly to the right he would be able to catch a glimpse of your expression, maybe you were trying hard to not let him see anything more than your hair but you were making it look effortless, and he hoped so, because if he was naturally destined to not expose you it would drive him nuts.

A giggle was heard next to Satoru, he didn't change the direction of his gaze but he knew it was Ieiri's. Neither she nor he were the most studious of the four teens, Satoru had seen how in class she spent most of her time doodling on the edges of her notebook or staring blankly at some point in the room. But now the act that captured her attention was Satoru.

Her fun had started with him occasionally glancing at you, curiosity that would turn into stalking activities, he would look at you with his eyes squinting until he stuck his tongue out at you. 

She thought he was just trying to annoy you like he usually did with her and Geto, she was hoping you would notice and give him one of your terrifying judgemental gazes, but when you didn't even deign to turn to look at him was when she realized it was on purpose, she knew the situation was deeper than just the immature attitude of the heir to the Gojo clan.

The pencil that Satoru had been playing with earlier, maneuvering it through his fingers, had fallen to the ground and now the boy was almost lying on his desk, both elbows supporting his body to lean towards you, trying to make his gaze more noticeable.

Ieiri was too entertained trying not to burst out laughing at the boy's manic face, both eyes wide open with the blue popping out more than normal and his teeth clashing against each other due to the lack of fulfillment of his intention.

“Satoru Gojo, sit back now!” Professor Yaga screamed in rage, a sudden gust of air disturbing the classroom, the four of the students startled in their seats.

Shoko finally let out the laugh of her life without any intention of holding back, the sound of her voice filling the room. Satoru snapped out of his trance, still in the same psychotic position. He felt the heat rush run up to his head, throwing his body back into his seat when your gaze finally caught his. He hid his face with his long, thin hand, knowing his cheeks would be tinted pink with embarrassment. Not only you but Yaga and Suguru were also staring at him in shock.

“Shut up!” Satoru yelled at Shoko who was gloating in her seat, clutching her stomach from the pain the laughter was beginning to cause her. 

His impulsive intent to play it cool knowing that what happened surprised him more than it did to you turned out pathetic. His hands were gripped tightly on the edges of the desk, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his teeth were grinding together from the friction. That only fueled the flame that made Shoko laugh even more.

She laughed and clapped her hands in amusement, Satoru traveled his eyes in his classmate's actions trying to blur out your gaze that was still on him off his mind, he could see out of the corner of his eye how an expression of disgust only grew on your face.

Fuck it, he looked up at you, placing his hands on his thighs for support. One, two, three, -look the other way, was all he could bear. 

He sat back in his chair, one hand over his forehead to at least hide from Shoko's mocking gaze. "Just continue with the class." Satoru insisted, waving his free hand to brush off the attention.

And although Yaga was not a fan of giving Satoru what he wanted, it really was better to continue with the class. "Well, as I was saying."

Shoko settled back into her seat again, still with a giddy grin on her face. Geto locked his confused gaze on Satoru, who just shook his head in response as he dipped in his coped hands. Geto turned his gaze forward, but not before glancing at you, who were still looking at the white-haired boy.

Satoru wondered where his nonchalant ability had gone. He was hoping to get some reaction out of you, not to be seen by the entire class as a creep, and even worse being exposed by Yaga. 

Satoru exhaled the air from his lungs, running a hand through his hair with his head still down, the burn from his cheeks had already disappeared but the heat of his ears was still burning. He wanted to get out of there already, he had to breathe fresh air and pour a bottle of cold water on his head. He wanted to scream at you and make you an ugly face for what you put him through but there was a chance that you were still looking at him, he sneaked a glance anyway.

You still were. He scrunched his nose and buried his head into his arms as he let a grunt out.

A free period until the next class saved Satoru, who quickly stood up from his desk. Geto, who was just closing his notebook, was pulled out of the classroom in a millisecond. Satoru’s usual chatter always tends to contain exaggerated words that don't really reflect his complex personality.

And even though he just met Geto, Satoru trusts him enough to talk about a lot of nonsense while Geto just looks kindly at him with his little pursed-lip smile, and if necessary Geto will tell him what he needs to in order to keep him in line. 

The black-haired boy chuckled at the other's hasty action, but Satoru was very focused on Shoko's conversation with you back in the classroom, “Oh my god, you are so funny, I literally love you.” Ieiri’s voice was heard with her giggles at the end, he could imagine you two, you would be standing with an eyebrow raised completely unfazed by the recent situation while the brown-haired girl would poke one of your cheeks. 

Satoru couldn't hear any more of the said as he was now being guided by Geto, who was directing them towards the vending machines at the end of the hallway. 

"I still can't figure out what you were doing in class." Geto choked, Satoru rolled his eyes, he also didn't fully understand how he got to that extreme. 

“Yo, neither do I.” He admitted, “Look, I’m trying to figure her out because for me she is a total lunatic, like- what do you mean you don’t want to talk to the Satoru Gojo?” The white hair baffled to the side when the boy sent his head back, his companion just mumbled a ‘mhmp’ sound make the other keep going, “And, fine, let’s hypothetically say I don’t physically like her, I tried to talk to her and she totally ignored me, that is just straight evil behavior.” 

Satoru leaned against a wall when they reached the vending machine, Geto looked at him for a couple of seconds trying to identify if he was joking or serious this time.

“She might be difficult to deal with, but I don't think that counts as evilness, Gojo." The raven-haired boy said, placing a finger on the glass of the machine in front of him as he analyzed all the drink flavors that were available.

“No, I’m telling you, I saw it on the deeps of her eyes.” Gojo shook his head, lowering his glasses to point at his eyes with his index fingers. “Maybe she was sent to terrorize me, maybe it is the price of my incredible power."

“Or the karma of your actions?” Geto corrected. 

His friend laughed as if it were a joke, until he recounted his actions and if it was a possibility, his smile faded. “Nah, I’m too beyond that.” The arrogance in his tone made Geto shiver.

The sound of the machine buzzed in their ears, clicking sounds echoed as Suguru typed in the code for the drink that he decided to choose. The yen coins fell through the cash mouth of the machine.

“When we all first met I could read you and Ieiri right away, I don't know if it was because she passed over us or-” Satoru’s explanation was interrupted by a question from Geto ‘Cherry coke or lime soda?’, Gojo thought on in and continued his phrase, “Cherry, -or if her energy is already dictated to be unknown.” Seconds later a lime soda and a cherry coke fell into the push collection tray.

“I think it's just her energy, when I had my first interaction with her I didn't notice her presence until she spoke to me,” Geto continued the thread of the conversation, passing the cherry-flavored drink to his classmate, “Geez, I don’t wanna even imagine how long it took me to notice her.” He admitted with an embarrassed smile and a soft look on his eyes, which were still navigating in the machine’s products.

Satoru twitched at the care with which Geto spoke the words.

“Or maybe she is just a brat.” Gojo cut the crap.

Suguru choked with the drink he had just zipped, he looked around to verify you weren't near close, if you were there he could visualize the tick on your eyebrow before jumping on Satoru's head to drag him all over the school.

“What? She kind of is.”

The black-haired one grabbed the seasoned chips and strawberry pocky that he had just received from the expending machine and walked out of the building with Gojo, somewhere where you couldn’t hide in the shadows and suddenly appear. 

“You can’t just say that, not like that in a place where people could hear you.” Suguru explained, passing a hand by his hair in relief.

“Huh? Why would I care?” Satoru retorted, hands in his pockets. “Yes, that was the answer I was searching for, Geto. She’s a brat, that’s why she struts all around the place.” He continued talking, mocking your walk, sticking out his bump exaggeratedly and his hands up in the air like the princess in the cartoon run. “Yes, I’m a smarty, you are dumb” He started his imitation of you, pointing at Suguru as if you were a dictator in his head, he couldn’t help a smile slip with his friend’s poor imitation. “Yes, I’m a scary Zen’in, so do what I want!” Geto tried to put a hand on the other’s face when he talked a little too loud. Satoru pushed him aside.

The white-haired man finally found some fun as he put his hands on his hips as the bossy image of you popped out in his head. 

“Oh, you trying to silence me, little sir?” He teased Geto with a British accent, who couldn’t help but chuckle at his classmate's foolishness “How dare you? I’m so much better than you, that’s right, so off with your head!" Satoru grinned as he flicked Geto’s forehead, they both laughed, Geto jerking away when Gojo tried to grab him as he falled to the grass beneath them.

The black-haired boy imitated him, “You are the dumbest.” Suguru swore as he propped his chin on his hand.

“No, you are the dumbest, silly.” Satoru poked Suguru’s cheek, who just shaked his head at the prolonged joke. “I’m y/n, I walk around looking down on everyone just because I look pretty.” Gojo laughed leaning in his back, not realizing that the joke had made him overspill.

Geto no longer laughed, one eyebrow raised, "She does walk around looking pretty but I don't think she underestimates everyone.”

Gojo raised his head, resting his elbows on the ground to get a better view of the other, "Did you just call her pretty?"

They both looked into each other's eyes, Geto's head felt like it was spinning, “I didn’t, you said it. I was quoting you.” He leered.

“Nuh-uh, why would I say that?” Satoru retorted, sitting straight to face the defensive stand Suguru was putting. 

“Well, I don’t know, man. You were the one who said it,” Suguru responded, shrugging his shoulders, “You don’t think she is pretty? It's fine, you can take it back.”

The heat Satoru felt way earlier in the day just returned to do a part two of redness stepping in his face and ears, the pounding in his hands only made it worse. He felt like he was being interrogated, but he bet that an interrogation by the most fearsome policemen wouldn’t compare to the nervousness he provoked himself.

“She is- wait, no. I mean, I could say she is pretty, yes but,” His verbal diarrhea only increased with Geto's pressing expression and narrowed eyes, not letting him think clearly. “But I could also say you are prettier-”

“Gojo, just shut up, please.” Suguru begged, passing a hand over his face, then reaching for the bag of chips and chunking a handful of it.

Satoru would definitely adore to shut his mouth but it was something he still wasn’t able to control in situations like this, “Like, it is a normal thing to say, okay?” Suguru knew there was just one way to end this hell and it was by listening to all of it. “Just as I could say it about you, I could also say it about Shoko, yeah, or about Professor Yaga... well, I wouldn't like to say that.” 

Geto nodded, closing his eyes as he introduced another fist of chips in his mouth trying to concentrate on something else.

“But, it's not weird nor saying she isn’t. You are his friend," Geto was unsure of that, "-it would be weirder if you said it.” The snow-haired man was cooling his head with the dissipated attention from him. Geto waited a few seconds in case any other word stepped out of the other’s mouth, thankfully it didn’t.

They both sighed.

Satoru tried to grab one chip but Geto jerked the bag of his hand, shrinking it away. “You don’t get to eat this.”

Satoru laid on his back, crossing his arms behind his head, the sun brushing the light on his skin, embracing him with warmth.

“Just forget everything I said.”

Geto laid on his side, “I also would like that.”

The rest of their free time was spent lying on the grass, every now and then a breeze of wind filled the silence between them. It was awkward while the conversation lasted but they knew that in a few days they would be laughing about it.

Instead, you would still remain unresolved in Satoru's mind, wandering in his thoughts, haunting him. Maybe he felt you were a reflection of him and that's why he wanted to know what you were, he wanted to find the difference between the two of you. While he had a lot to say about him, he could barely scratch the surface of you.

After all, he still couldn't read you.

Note: Guys I loved this chapter, I really hope I could portrait the characters teen personalities and also would love if you liked this.

Feel free to tell me if you would like me to write something specific, xoxo.

Part three

[saiakv]

Momentarily, a sense of relief washes over the younger boy; a mission, however complex, sounded much less stressful than having to fight some elder sorcerer on hostile ground. Suguru had been treading the same path most sorcerers do when they are of his age and status and keeping a distance from the families, comfortable under Yaga-sensei's wing. Why clans existed — the foundation of it, was something he had only recently come to question. Maybe if it hadn't been for the bothersome company sharing the backseat with him, he wouldn't have though about it yet.

The arm that so abrasively wraps around him is met with a trademark glare - the sort Suguru wears when he has half a mind to smack his friend senseless. But his brow soon twitches as something else catches his interest. Satoru's claim about the clan leadership. Their sole basis for hierarchy seemed to be strength and nothing more, such as experience or seniority. Was it the only thing revered in this family? He couldn't help but slip another glance at the driver, though the man wasn't even paying attention, it would seem. He held a professional stance, eyes on the road and all. It encouraged Suguru to let his guard slip in turn.

❝ Modesty and manners are two different things. ❞ Violet eyes narrow with a disdainful pout shortly before his pointer finger reaches out to push those smuggly-slipping sunglasses back into place. It held the same energy as a forehead flick. ❝ Not surprised you can't tell the difference, though, 'cause you've got neither. ❞ A cocky smirk comes next as he pulls away, though in the rekindled gleam to his gaze it becomes apparent that whatever Satoru had been trying to do with the pep talk had found receptive ears.

He had been in the process of retrieving some balm for his bruised knuckles, in hopes of disguising the damage a bit, but with this whole interruption Suguru dropped the act to marvel upon the towering mansion they were slowly approaching. As the car pulled in, his lips parted slightly in awe. It was certainly a very beautiful and well preserved place, with notes of a nostalgic glory that added a timeless feel. He hadn't come here with a specific image in mind and yet somehow this was everything he would expect the Gojo estate to be.

His shoulders jumped lightly when the door suddenly opened, cutting through his stream of thoughts ( partly fawning over the surroundings, partly mulling over what Satoru had said last, that he 'never thought about them much before' ... as if they were a different species or something ) He'd only half-managed to retort with a snarky 'that's your job, usually' before he was on his feet, bowing back at the man that held his door open for him reflexively. With fingers clenching his backpack's strap, he followed after the young heir somberly, eyes hungrily taking in the faces of those awaiting their arrival. In spite of what was said in the car, it took a bit for Suguru to break out of his coding and stop bowing back to every single one of them out of courtesy — he still kept to the etiquette when inside, as well.

And though his eyes were wondering over the inner decoration of the place, he didn't fail to notice that sudden stiffening in his friend, either. For one thing, Satoru never walked so uptight like he would not miss a beat to his step, with his lips pressed together slightly like he was counting his words. It wasn't a tremendous shift, but throughout all their time together he'd never seen Satoru force himself to be anything other than what he was — not even when under the threat of Yaga-sensei's strenuous curse-corpse surveillance torture. It was a different side to him that Suguru didn't know how to process yet, but he would hardly have the time to, anyway.

Soon enough he was being shown to the bed of his dreams in a guest room that made his dorm look like a rat's nest. His backpack looked cheap when placed on this flooring. By the time Satoru came to pick him up again, he was lying flat on the duvet with a stupid smile and his head resting in his palms.

❝ I changed my mind, I might fight your elder for this bed. ❞ A chuckle later, he was on his feet, adjusting his clothes into place, fixing the stray hair framing his temples. And most of all, bracing to meet that infamous clan leader who dragged them all the way here for what Suguru was rapidly suspecting was no more than political games. If there was something at play here, how much could they hope to discover about it? A part of him wanted to rely on Satoru's experience with such matters; but then again, his views were always biased.

[miekasa]

Gojo 100% the type who misses having a baby / toddler at home once his son starts growing into a teen and you can't change my mind 😤

Satoru thought he would be okay. Before having kids of his own, he was basically in charge of a bunch of brats, so he figured he’d be most prepared for that step.

Megumi taught him how to appropriately shop for a middle schooler, what was cool and what wasn’t (a lesson Satoru did not take to heart), how to even talk to kid his age—not quite a baby, not quite an adult. He learned how much maintenance it really takes to have a pet—how much more it is to have two—and that for the first few years, at least, those pets are really yours, and not your kids. Megumi, who sometimes Satoru feels raised him and not the other way around, was honestly, probably the best experience a first time parent could ask for, even if the kid was bit sulkier and serious than most.

Yuuji taught him how even the smallest, most niche things can become a hobby of greater interest for a teenager. One second Satoru was funding four different gym memberships, then it was a $2000 computer and Twitch channel, then it was study abroad cooking lessons. Teenagers have a lot of interests, it’s important to let them explore all of them, even if they don’t all become lifelong passions. It’s also important to push them to try things they don’t think they like, whether that’s sports or vegetables—it’s just cauliflower, Yuuji, it won’t kill you.

Yuuta taught him that those puppy love crushes can be, and to the kids, are very real. It’s okay to tease, but if a kid can ask you for advice about love, it means they can see that you’re loved; that maybe, even if it’s in a different way, they love you, too. He also taught Satoru that, yes even though he’s technically encroaching upon adult age, that he’s still very much reliant on the advice and expertise of adults—that no matter how old kids get, they’ll always need you.

(That brought Satoru a lot of comfort, not that he’d admit it to anybody).

And your kid isn’t even a teenager, not even close at barely seven years old, but that’s when Satoru first started learning from Megumi, and it’s starting to hit a little close to home. His little boy isn’t so little anymore and he wants to scream about it. He doesn’t need extra hugs before he’s dropped off at school, he doesn’t need Satoru’s help playing games, he doesn’t even need help with his laundry.

Satoru all but cries to you. “Maybe he got swapped with a clone. I was never that independent that young. He’s supposed to be my mini me. It’s too soon, somebody must have taken our real baby,” Satoru practically has tears in his eyes, clinging to you in fetal position as you attempt to read your book in bed.

You give up, setting your book down to place a hand on your husband’s head. “Will you relax. Isn’t it a good thing?”

“Absolutely not. I miss when he was small.”

“He’s barely a three and half feet tall.”

“Smaller. Next thing you know, he’ll be taller than me. I can’t take that,” Satoru sighs. You know he’s being dramatic, but you get it; they grow up far too quickly. “I want him to be my baby forever.”

“He is your baby. And you still have a whole lot of babies,” you remind him. “Didn’t Yuuji ask you help him with his car stuff the other day? I think you’re still Megumi and Yuuta’s emergency contact.”

“Those are big babies, I want smaller babies,” Satoru frowns, pressing his cheek against your tummy. You chuckle and run your hands through his hair. A few moments of silence pass, and Satoru brings a hand to rub against your stomach, before quietly posing the question that’s been on his mind for far too long, “What if we had another?”

[linkspooky]

Jujustu Kaisen, Chapter 208 Thoughts

Well, this is a shocker. Though maybe we should have expected that Tengen and Kenjaku knew each other in the old world, because Tengen knew so much about Kenjaku's original name and motivations, Kenjaku's remark that he's lived a thousand years in the world while Tengen has lived outside of it, and the fact they act like bitchy exes towards one another. So anyway here's some thoughts on the Kenjaku and Tengen divorce , and the foiling between them.

1. The Strongest Duo

The place my midn jumped right away was there's a possible comparison in Kenjaku's relationship with Tengen, to the breakdown of Geto and Gojo's friendship. One aspect of their relationship that is often overlooked, is that the both of them have superiority complexes (in fact borderline God Complex's).

I like to reference @causticwit's post when talking about Gojo's god complex and the way he views himself in comparison to normies.

gojou 100% has a god complex and thats why getous downfall hit him harder than anyone else. he saw himself and getou as above everyone else and exempt from ‘regular’ peoples flaws, he never thought either of them could be led astray and when getou finally snaps hes bewildered that something like that could ever happen to either of them. hes not just heartbroken over his best friend becoming an enemy, hes thrown for a loop because getou, the one person he thinks of as just as above everyone else and incapable of failing as he is, could ever do something wrong, could ever be wrong. hes finally put into a position where he has to face the fact that hes just as capable of screwing up as anyone else and he can’t make sense of it. gojous hesitance in killing getou isn’t just a byproduct of their friendship, it’s also him realizing that it could have easily been him on the other side of the conflict, which breaks the illusion of him being better than everyone for a second. 

One of the core parts of Gojo and Geto's relationship is because they were special grades at such a young age, they both believe being the strongest makes them above other people. They just start out with radically different ideas about what that means, or what that obligates them too. It's literally in their introduction.

Gojo comes to Utahime's rescue and then immediately mocks her for needing help. Geto then intervenes and scolds Gojo for picking on someone weaker than him, and it seems like he's standing up for her but really he's just looking down on her too by labeling her as weak because Geto just has another brand of superiority complex.

Afterwards, they forget to put the curtain up and get lectured for it. Gojo complains post lecture that they shouldn't even need to put a curtain up to keep the Jujutsu World seperate from normal people. In this argument their difference in opinion is established, Gojo doesn't see any responsibility in being strong, whereas Geto believes that strong people are obligated to protect the weak for noblesse oblige reasons. Whereas, Gojo sees no such obligation to be responsible.

Even if they disagree on what they are responsible for by being above others, they both think they are fundamentally above other people because of their power as Jujutsu Sorcerers. Geto's trouble throughout the entire arc is whether Non-sorcerers are worth protecting in the first place, seeing as Jujutsu Sorcerers have to continually die and young ages at that to protect a population that is oblivious to their suffering. Geto didn't believe in protecting other people out of the goodness of his heart, he believed having more power than other people, being in a superior position obligated him to protecting others.

When we see Geto in Jujutsu Kaisen Zero trying to make an argument for his position, he's dropped all pretense about this and straight up preeches that Jujutsu Sorcerers are inherently superior, humans who can't use jujutsu are lesser, and Geto himself has developed a god complex to rival Gojo's. He's even like, the leader of a religion and dressed up in monks robes it's not subtle.

Whereas, Gojo is now a follower of Geto's teaching, ironically because Geto reached out to him in that moment and stopped the slaughter of hundreds of people who were clapping for Riko's death. Gojo now believes that he should use his powers for a reason, whereas before he believed "applying reasoning and responsibility to jujutsu sorcerers is what weak people do."

All of this to say, since Gojo and Geto is two different flavors of two incredibly strong sorcerers who develop a god/superiority complex that they think puts them above all other people, who then have a falling out over their differences, this makes them a pretty clear parallel to Kenjaku and Tengen.

2. Marvel's The Immortals

To an even more extreme extent, Kenjaku and Tengen have left all of their humanity behind.

They are both two different versions of a 1000+ year old being, who has transcended death. They both have themes of evolution pertaining to their characters.

Tengen is referred to have evolved to the point where the entire world became himself. They're so connected to the world if they didn't control himself and seal himself in a barrier they would erase the boundaries between individuals. They're more cursed spirit than human being as well.

Kenjaku even mocks them for their physical appearance, their four eyed face makes them resemble Sukuna, who was also just a normal sorcerer to begin with and amassed so much power they evolved into an even more terrifying cursed spirit.

Tengen is then therefore someone who has seperated themselves entirely from their humanity and left it behind, they live completely outside of society barriered away from it. They even announced that they cannot read the human heart (though that could be a lie, because apparently they knew each other beforehand back when they were still humans).

Kenjaku also, has removed himself from humanity. Rather than Kenjaku himself evolving he is instead trying to force humanity around him to the next stage so that he can observe it. Tengen is the one who evolves, Kenjaku wants other people to evolve.

They both take an observational role, witnessing humans and sorcerers pass by them for a thousand years. They both cheat death and escape the usual limits of mortality in order to continue their existence. They both also seem far removed from human emotions, when Choso tries to interrogate Kenjaku about a motive for his actions he responds "Lol, why not?"

Considering Kenjaku either doesn't care, or doesn't seem to understand why Choso would be so upset with him for his bad parenting it's safe to say Kenjaku understands the human heart about as well as Tengen does. Relationships are entirely transactional for Kenjaku, he only cares what he can get out of people or what benefit he can reap, so he only understands people so far as how he can use them.

The biggest difference between the two of them however, si that Tengen is someone who has completely removed themselves outside of humanity. Tengen left all of society behind to go meditate on a mountain somewhere. Kenjaku throws himself into the center of conflict, he strikes deals with sorcerers from the various eras in order to bring his plans to being. Tengen is entirely passive and seems to obey fate or even believe fate exists, Kenjaku is entirely active, battles against fate and order in order to try to create chaos and change.

However, they are both essentially still appraoching the world from the same point of view, Tengen manages the barriers, and the order and stability of the world for Jujutsu Sorcerers because they are stronger than everyone else and immortal. The fact that they sacrificed young girls in order to perserve their own lifespan, rather than trying to kill themselves if their evolution was such a threat to the world shows they think they are more worthy of living. Kenjaku also tries to control the world because they believe they are inherently superior and knowledgable, they just try to push the world towards change rather than maintain the world as it was beforehand.

This chapter also plays with the idea of "Living as a human" and "Living as a curse." Choso himself believes that living as a curse was taking the easy way out, because he was scared it would have been harder for him and his brothers to live amongst humans because of possible rejections.

In this sense weakness is openness to vulnerability and exposing yourself to the possibility of pain. They could live as strong curses unafraid of society's rejection, or they could try to live within society but have to cope with the fact that humans and Jujutsu Society would probably not accept them entirely, which is a painful way to live but not completely impossible.

Choso choosing to live as a curse was in a way his attempt to protect them and spare them that pain, even though he himself admits he was treating them like they were weak and couldn't survive people looking down on them.

He also mentions if he had chosen to live as a human to begin with, Yuji would be fighting together with three brothers isntead of being isolated and alone. Which is the inherent benefit of living as a human, you're able to form close relationships with people. Ironically, their superiority complexes is what destroys Gojo and Geto's relationship because they can't emotionally support each other as friends, and is implied to have destroyed Kenjaku and Tengen's too.

Kenjaku tells Yuki to die as a human. Associating "death" with "humanity" implies that by surpassing death, both Kenjaku and Tengen have surpassed humanity itself. However, just like Choso's belief that living as a curse was taking the easy way out because they didn't have to try living with humans and spared themselves the pain, then aren't Kenjaku and Tengen also choosing the easy way? By trying to be curses, or something beyond human rather than human beings, they've completely denied any human vulnerability. They may be strong physically, but they're completely incapable of any kind of connections. They are entirely alone, both see themselves as above people, but their lives are empty and meaningless, Tengen doesn't do anything but watch, Kenjaku does everything he does for incredibly stupid and superfluous reasons. What I'm saying is, they're both losers. That's the takeaway at the end of the day.

[sukunasun]

dilf geto

imagining an older geto—with a few greys in his hair and creases by the corner of his eyes—being that one hot single dad in your area. even the mere mention of his name brings a smile to people's face. they say he's the best cook working the grill at a barbecue, or that he's always so helpful and generous when he fixes a lightbulb, repairs a sink, maybe clean a pool. most of the time they go on about his perfect family with his smart, beautiful daughters and their three adopted dogs from the shelter.

everyone knows him and knows about him because this neighbourhood is small and gossip comes with that, people just love talking about him on a daily. it keeps the housewives occupied when they're meeting at the recreation center to watch him and gojo swim laps, and the other dads in town can't help but find him entertaining when they watch him go from making flower arrangements for his home to then chugging down a can of beer at the speed of light when japan tops their group for the world cup. he celebrates with his whole chest out, sculpted and broad, he's red in the face and so drunk yet looking incredible while at it. and it shows just how he's at his very peak, strong and still so hot-blooded even though he's nearing forty.

"don't you have a date tonight?" he asks when you're drying the dishes next to him and you catch his gaze lingering just a little longer over you when you reach up to grab a dishcloth. shirt riding up to reveal your bare torso, shorts hugged tight around the swell of your ass. turning away, he clears his throat before continuing in a strained voice, head hanging low, "a pretty young thing like you shouldn't be spending all her time with an old man like me," he quirks his lips up, chuckling to himself. and it stings because even when he notices you, a man like that wouldn't be impressed, wouldn't waste his time on you; he's too mature, too experienced. and he's smart enough to know that he should be spending time with someone his age, what would he have in common with a girl who was fresh out of college and had been tutoring his daughters every weekend just to get by.

sometimes when you catch him alone, you start to see him in a different light—he's having that little bit of time to himself, afternoons spent listening to his record collection, his back leaning against a window as he tunes out, writing in his journal because he heard it was a good way to decompress—so aware of him and his presence.

just like that time he invited you to the beach with them. nanako and mimiko are old enough to wander off on their own and he tells you the last time he brought them out here, they were still in floaties, drawing patterns on his face with sunscreen then proceeds to pull out a photo on his phone to show you. and here, among grains of sand, salt in the air, and a scorching sun, he is the only thing that makes your skin prickle. sweat beading over your neck at the sight of him lounging on a bamboo mat with one of his legs propped up, spread wide. a red shirt hangs loosely off his body, stark against his skin. there are gaudy leafy patterns all over it but he manages to pull it off.

and geto isn't the kind of man that would care because he's comfortable. secure. long gone are the days where he pierced his own ears and spontaneously got a tattoo of a dragon on his back because he thought it would impress women. but you think he never really needs to try, is the type of guy who's so oblivious to his charm. even now, as people walk by and stare at him, he's too focused on his book; likes to break them in, wear out the spine, so firm when he opens them up until they're folded over, pressing down on the binding with his large palms dwarfing the paperback, his long fingers flipping the pages swiftly. "you admiring the view?" geto pushes his sunglasses up on his forehead, shooting you a smirk and revealing the smile lines etched into his face. you know he's just teasing but you're flustered, can't help but think—yes, and what a view it is.

it starts feeling like pure torture and every night your hand trails over your panties, touching yourself. chasing the thrill, the thought of his body under you. oh those worn hands with veins bulging over his knuckles, his palms so big and so warm caressing over your thighs, gripping on the insides and pressing his fingers there, spreading you open the way he does with the books. with a little force but it would be so easy for him as he fucks up into you, getting all wet and slick. you picture his thick cock delving past your folds, fitting inside you and stretching you out, thrusting and thrusting as deep as he can, all the way to the hilt.

your heart starts pounding, thrumming in your chest and all you can hear is the muffled sound of it in your ears, your moans and cries you can't hide. so desperate to be his 'pretty young thing' to play with, you'd show him just how desirable he is, that none of the boys you ever dated could do to you what he does. no one makes you this hazy, this drunk and lustful and wanting. makes you cream all over your fingers and your vibrator every time you get to this part; what would he be like with a woman, what would he be like with you.

what if he could see you now, would he stand there and watch you as you moan his name, showing him just how good he makes you feel. a part of you might resist him, keeping your sweet tight pussy to yourself. maybe you'd taunt him, "can't keep up old man?", just to watch his resolve crumble, growls into your ear as he just pounds into you, finds a pillow and raises your hips up because he'd know that trick, he'd know so much. and even when time slips into early hours of the morning, he'd never tire, he'd keep going and you'd fall even harder. that he'd let go and allow himself to take what he wants—what you know he craves as much as you do.

[shantihades]

001

Only Mine Chapter 1.

One of my wattpad stories

Hope you enjoy🌹♥️

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⚠ Warning : Gore, Violince, Grammar mistake, wrong written words, blood, etc

Year: 1087

The wind brush over your skin, you breath the air out and in your lungs, It's cold outside. It's winter, you could see your own breath.

It was like yesterday, your parents told you that you got cursed. From nobody else than the Mother of Ryomen Sukuna, the now king of curses.

His Parents made him like that, his Father Punished him for unnecessary things. He was beautiful when he was young, that's why his own Mother Raped him.

His Mother was so Jealous about your Parents relationship, so she cursed the child.

Now you're here your chin on your knees, looking up in the stars. Letting out your Curse form.

Your eyes whiter as the snow, glowing energy coming out of them as if white strings are transforming Lashes. Red small horns and a Tail with an spade Form in the end.

*crack*

You flichend at the sound Transforming back, why you brought it even up? The curse sight from you is mostly not to hide. It's hard and cost much energy to hold it back, to hold your cursed side. You try it Often, you went even to the Gojo-clan which exercise curses.

It's still hard as a half curse, you don't belong anywhere. The most thing that scare you, is dying. When you die, you'll be fully a curse.

You knew that the clan didn't care about you. They didn't even care to train you, also they were scared. Your almost so Strong as Sukuna Ryomen.

"Wh-Who's there?!" You stuttered out, looking around. Nothing.

A laugh, devilish deep. It was creepy, it scared you. Your senses told you to run for your life. But your Body was froze. A Shadow moved reveling a Tall man.

"So what is such an Angel doing here? Alone?" He grapped your neck, choking you. You tried to pull his Grip away from your throat, he just tighten.

"Pathetic." He let out not loosing the grip away, you felt dizzy and your head felt like it's going to Explode. Your head was red, it tried to fight.

Your control faded away letting your curse form out. Letting the Attacker to let go your throat, he touches his chin looking at your features. He hummed.

"you're quite Interesting. Well, What's your name. Woman?" He made for you a smug smile.

You were coughing, and calmed down your breathing and took control again.

Sukuna's face frown at your Human form. "I don't like your Human form. Change." You shook your head backing away from the Stranger, holding your own throat wondering why you're so weak.

You knew you were weak, but not so, your cursed Form saved your life. But you still didn't accept the other side from you. The Biest how you call it.

When you let it out, you feel like yourself. But the blood Lust, the sadistic thoughts. You don't want to harm anyone.

He walked forward, you were still backing away till you met the big tree behind you.

"You think you can run from me?" He laughed, stepping on your Hand which was laying on the ground. He presses all his power.

It cracked and you screamed, your hand bones were now fragmented. He laughed with pleasure written on his face.

He moved on your Hand earning more screams and crying from you. "Now answer and I might Stop." He smiled, "M-My N-N-am-e-e Is Y-/-/N" Your lungs were sour from screaming and crying, when you talked it hurt like daggers rammend in your lungs everytime you let out a tone.

"Y/n? Last name?" He stopped and letting your Hand go, just to step on the other one doing the Same way.

"I-It's L/-/-/-n!" You sobbed he let go, taking your throat, pulling you closer almost lips on lips. He smiled, then throw you across the woods.

You coughed out blood, and tried to scream, but your lungs have already given up only thing that came out of your throat was the blood.

He didn't even gave you five seconds, he hold your Throat again. Your body was number and heavier than before. You didn't fought.

"I know that Name, isn't it the Family that my mother cursed the Child? Maybe.... You?" You flinched.

"I didn't presented myself, I'm Ryomen Sukuna. Your worst nightmare." Your Hand lost his Arm, and fell on your hips. Then it hits you. You have A knife. You pulled it out Stabbing his neck. It hurted like hell, but you can't die. Not yet.

He let's you go, holding his wound. He cursed as he saw you humping away, he smirked then, "I'll see you soon, my Dearest Angel." He laughed sadistic.

You ran, still humping back to your Village. A blood trail behind you, you can't even think straight, the only thing in your head is.

Survive, Family and The Strange man.

You Finally managed to get to the door, not knocking, your hands are still Fragmented. You Vision blurry and the pain to entensive.

You knocked your head in the door, the door Opens and you fell infront of them.

Your body Shaken of the cold, and from the pain you could feel. It's too much, when you don't die from the blood lost, then maybe from your Shock.

Your Mother screamed at your body and called instand your Father, he rushed down to you and your Mother.

Your younger sister and Brother also. Your Mother rushed to them bringing them Back to bed.

Your Father brought you to your bed, fixing your wounds. Healing your both hands, not completely since He's not good in reversed Technique.

"My Child, What happened to you?!" His Voice was Shaken and your breath  was heavy and short, he caress your hand, the pain crosses over your body. But you calmed down when you realize that it was your own Father who was holding it.

You looked tired, you hoped that this was just a nightmare. And yoh would wake up anymoment.

"you don't need to answer. I'm staying here, you can rest and sleep." his Voice was soft what made you slightly smile, and you could Finally sleep.

Deep.

<{~}>

It was cold, you opened your eyes meeting the white curtains. They were flying in the wind.

Your Brother slept next to you, and your father slept on your lap. You smiled, then all at once slapping you right in the face.

All what happened, Banadges around your neck and Hands. That must meant that it wasn't a dream.

Your body begun to tremble your eyes full of fear to see him again. This Ryomen Sukuna, You hated the Idea to step out of this house again. But you must.

You need to return to the Gojo clan, since it was your job and you're cursed. Other wise they'd kill all your beloved ones and you two. And you'll become a curse.

But you Almost die yesterday, his face Almost Shooting constantly in your face made you scream. The scream wasn't loud, the damaged he had payed to your body was Incredible. You Breathed in and out to calm down and it didn't helped.

Your Brother woke up, hugging you tight. You hugged him back didn't let him go, your Father also woke up, and do the same.

They both calmed you down, they stood up and walked out waving a goodbye. You hold tight on your Blanket, like it was a Shield that protected you from everything and anything.

You couldn't even close your eyes without getting memories about the night.

Your Body was Shaking and tears Falling on the Blanket and Sheet.

Your Mother brought food up in the room, seeing your state, she rushed over to you and comfort you.

"you don't need to tell me, but I'm Always here. Even If someone die, they're here." She pointed at your heart, where Bandages where, you knew she wanted to make you happy. And it did kind of. But she didn't had any clue what really Happened in these woods.

You met something that you shouldn't met. Today is also the day that you're going back to the Gojo-clan. You knew that they don't care, they don't care if you and your Family die. You're cursed and that's all.

You stood up, not humping anymore. Your balance was a little less than before, you got used to it. You dressed in a new suit, that was made to kill curses. Your body Shivers at the thought of him. Maybe you Should ask your Mother.

Who's Ryomen Sukuna?

Your Father don't want that you go. He thought a Simply curse attacked you, and you're Mentally unstable now. He wasn't wrong with all, he was right you're Mentally unstable. But you didn't met with a simply curse, you got attacked by something much dangerouslier.

You walked down with your Uniform, your body still tremble. What if you see him again? What will he do.

Even the thought made your breath heavier and uncontrollable. "M-Moth-er who's R-Ryo-men Suk-kuna?" Tears overwhelmed your sight and you felt again dizzy.

Your Parents Stopped, anger building up. They felt also guilty that this happened to you. So they answered as if it was an excuse.

"He's the king of curses, We think you know what the king of curses is. He's a Demon or Satan hisself. He'll brake you in his joy, tell me sweetheart, why do you need that info for?" Your Mother asked worried and your Father looked deep in your eyes, to see if you lie.

You wanted to tell the truth, you felt like you're going to collapse. "The one I was m-meeti-ng was g-him." You let your fork fall down and Support your head. Your sight was blurry, your Father gasped. He's speechless as your Mother brought a glass and Pours the water on your face. She brought new Water and force's you to drink it.

Your nerves calmed down and you broke the wall around you, you broke in your Mother's arms crying. She supported you and caress your back. You just cried. And then collapsed in your Mother's Arm's, still sobbing.

<{~}>

You woke up not in your room, it was the room in the Gojo-clan. So they came and brought you here. You was slightly happy that you're here now, and don't must go by yourself.

*creak*

You looked over to the door and A young man maybe in your age standing there, brown eyes and silver hair. He lay medicine beside you.

"We heard what Happened, we checked on you. Your Father did a good job, but he Forgot your ribs. Your ribs crushed a bit your lungs, that's why you couldn't speek. And if course you were in a Shock. We gave you medicine, since you're cursed they are strong." He smiled softly, your face was still cold and traumatized. You nod, he left with an Awkward laugh.

You looked at your own reflection in the window besides you. You looked horrible, you should take a Shower.