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reader wears a dress, drabble bc i lied the oneshot is coming tomorrowww :’( not proofread

itoshi sae was honest.

a little too honest sometimes.

blunt, is what other’s would say. rude, is what you would say. honesty is what sae would say — it never failed to piss you off.

“baby, baby, c’mere.” you call sae, provoking an annoyed exhale from him as he drops the dish he was washing in the sink and walks over to you.

“what?” his gaze finally travels down onto the green dress you had on, his eyebrow’s slightly raising.

“how do i look?” you give him a few poses. “i tried to match them to your eye color but i think they got the color wrong or something. .” you pout.

sae takes a good look at your outfit, crossing his arms.

“you look like a swamp. i don’t like that color.”

. . . . .

pause.

“excuse me?” you stare at your boyfriend, shocked, flabbergasted. ‘the worst he could say is it’s okay’ — turns out, the worst he could say is you look like a fucking swamp.

“what?” sae looks at you, confused. as if he didn’t just insult you on your very pretty dress!

“you said i look like a swamp.” sae only shrugs at your words.

“im not feeding you those delusional lies you get on your instagram comments.” he retorts back.

“oh yeah?” you huff. “well i might have to start replying to some of them.”

“absolutely not.”

#webelievesaeisanavidstalkerofurinsta

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hiii, drabble b4 i sleep ^^ not proofread

being a mother is exhausting.

sae knew that he couldn’t be home often to care for you and your little bundle of joy. he didn’t enjoy coming home seeing your restless eyes, dark circles growing under them.

whenever he got offered breaks, he’d try to bend his schedule just a little to help you out — even if its being home for a mere hour. his pretty wife is far more important than a soccer match with some lukewarm people anyway. “sae, don’t say that word infront of her!”

you feel the light shine down upon your eyes, looking right to the open curtains — ugh, did i forget to close them?

you push the blankets off of you, groggily standing up. the time — you look at the clock, 9:43AM

“that’s way too late. . .” you hurriedly open the door, walking to your toddlers room. the door flings open— “sweetheart!”

emptiness. you look around the room, maybe she’s hiding . . . you walk inside and open the closet. nothing

“where could she have gone. . .” you groan inaudiably, running to the backyard since you know she likes playing there.

once you reach the backyard you’re frozen still for a few seconds, taking in the sight of your husband drawing the soccer line thingies with your toddler sat comfortably in his left hand, her sparkly pink dress poorly put on.

a sense of relief washes over you, a smile bracing your lips. “sweetheart!” you call out, approaching them as they both turn around.

“yeah?” both sae and your toddler say at the same time, snapping their heads to look at eachother.

“she meant me.” sae lets out a huff at your daughter.

“no!” your daughter protested, her chubby little hands attempting to slap him, she’s got the fight in her alright. “mommy only call me that.” she taunts her father.

“oh, you two.” you shake your head, laughing. “i meant him, pretty girl.” you look at how your daughter’s cheeks immediately puff up, a hmmm aound leaving her lips.

“aren’t you supposed to be at practice?” you look at sae, confused.

“yeah.” sae nods. “but she said she wanted to learn soccer, so i ditched it.” he said casually, poking his daughter’s cheek as he finally set her down.

“alright, im going to teach you how to be a striker.” he looks at your daughter with a stern expression. “this is a no luke-warm zone got it?”

“yeah! no lukewarm!” your daughter carelessly kicks the ball which somehow lands in the net. . . talk about genes.

“and there she goes.” you glare at sae. “if she catches your bad mouth too, no dinner for you.”

“whatever you say.” sae rolls his eyes, dismissing you. you could only smile at seeing your daughter grow up, seeing sae so soft with her and—

you feel a sudden sharp pain hit your face — “mommy! wait! i didn’t mean to shoot that way!”

safe to say, there will be no more soccer in your household.

a/n: ‘soccer line thingies.’ hahahha. haha. YOU HEARD NOTHING.

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tw: google translate (my sincerest apologies)

“sae.”

“cariño.”

“saeeee.” you’ve been calling your boyfriend’s name for the past 5 minutes, five! a grumble escaping your lips. he’s been so engrossed in watching ‘blue lock TV’ — whatever that is. and the spanish endearment you googled 2 minutes ago didn’t work either.

actually, you were pretty excited to know that he was watching something else other than chibi maruko-chan or soccer shows. . only to find out he’s watching a soccer show.

“baby.” that should work, right? no. his eyes are still locked on some dark-green haired guy. you don’t remember having competition for his attention.

“baby, i love you.” the words roll off of your tongue smoothly, the honeyed tone that you know always etches a pinkish color onto his cheeks — wait, he’s still ignoring you. . .

“itoshi sae!”

“what?”

oh, so now he turns around.

“i said i love you.” a pout makes its way onto your face. “but i guess thats not as important as watching men play with balls, huh?” a petty huff slips out of your mouth.

“why the hell would you word it like that?” he sends an incredulous look your way.

“okay, keep ignoring my love confession then.”

you hear an annoyed exhale leaves his lips as he turns off the TV. “desde que llegaste a mi vida, no has sido más que un dolor de cabeza.”

you can’t help a blush creep up onto your face. “awww, what does that mean baby?”

sae’s lips faintly curl up into a smirk. “it means, you’re the light of my life.”

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“oh please, me and satoru don’t use pet names.” you wave your hands at suguru. pfft, you and satoru calling each other those cheesy names? impossible.

. . . or maybe not.

you’d thought you and satoru would be nothing like those ‘cringey couples’ you see on the internet. i mean — you both were already pretty close before you started dating, whats new? extra hugs and a few kisses from time to time and oh. pet names!

“babyyyy.” satoru dragged out the letters, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “don’t gooo, ‘s not that important. pleaseee?”

satoru’s got you trapped in his embrace by the gate, whining into your skin like a child when his mother has to leave for work — except you’re powerless right now. what were you thinking, telling him that you had a long-term mission?

“‘toru.” you wrap your arms around him, hands sliding up and down his back. “it’s only a week, you’re a big boy, c’mon.” you pat his back, and you can only feel his pout deepen.

“but ‘m gonna miss you sooo much, sweets.”

“i know, i know. ill miss you too, baby.”

you press a quick yet loving peck to his lips, the gesture making his heart beat at an abnormal rate — wait, he’s falling for your tricks!

“if you reaaaaallyy loved me you wouldn’t go.” “i have to, pretty boy, let me go please?” “fineeeee. but you better come back exactly a week from now.” “you’re such a baby.”

suguru had to internally cringe from hearing your baby talk from afar.

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oneshot still not out so have this!!!!! cop!reader not proofre

“excuse me sir.” you happened to have spot a shady looking car driving near your neighbourhood, as the good cop you are you had reasonable suspiscion to pull it over.

sae rolls down his window, looking at you with a disappointed expression. “what?”

“your license and registration? gotta make sure you’re not doing any sketchy business around here.” you warn in a serious tone.

“cariño.” sae leans his head against the car’s headrest. “please leave me the fuck alone.”

you could only laugh at your husband’s reaction, the professional demeanour you had a few seconds ago fading away. “hey, i can charge you for disorderly conduct.” you tap your nails on his window.

“what do you want?” sae already knew what you were about to ask.

“are you coming home yet?” you pout. “you’ve been strolling around the neighbourhood for a while. . . come on!” you lean your cheek against your palm.

“no, i still have practice later today.”

“no you don’t.”

“yes i do?”

“not if i tase you!”

“what-“

NO SAE’S WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS!!!!

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(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) TODAY’S CONTENTS : 16+ / cursing / reader is suspicious!.. / a little bit of angst(?) / fem!reader / reader is scared of bugs / reader is described shorter than satoru / satoru’s kindaaa a bitch / let me know if i missed any warnings <3 ★ ˎˊ˗ series m.list ★ ˎˊ˗ wc : 3.7k (how did we go from 2.5k to..)

“tokyo jujutsu high..” you lean back against your seat in the train as an overwhelming feeling takes over you. this is going to be your new life — as a jujutsu sorcerer. this is what you signed up for, so no take backsies, right? even so, you can’t shake off the lingering feeling within you that tells you today is going to be much more than just a.. ‘long day’

“Excuse me, can you stop your mumbling?” your head snapped towards the sound, a look of embarrassment washing over you, realizing you’ve been talking to yourself like an idiot.

“oh, my apologies.” you force a smile at the old man who had been clearly trying to sleep, silently cursing yourself for choosing the worst possible seat — it doesn’t look like there are any decent ones, now that you look around.

“whew, everyone on this train looks real sketchy..” and you’re back to mumbling to yourself. i can’t even get my head straight right now.. the overburning feelings of excitement and stress cling to your heart. this is a big day for you, isn’t it?

you were told you were the replacement for some.. ‘crazy guy’ who slaughtered an entire village and left the jujutsu society. you wonder how his teammates feel about that — are they mad about what he did? sad that he left? or worse, scared of him even? no — maybe all at once. “sounds like a bunch of bullshit though..” you sub-consciously mutter. i mean, who is crazy enough to kill the people they swore to protect?

you can’t help but stare out of the window, a state of frenzy taking over you. determination flows through your body, you’re ready for this, these are just the few small steps you need to a—

“attention passengers,” a voice echoes through the train “we’ve arrived at tokyo — may all passengers please depart carefully, i repeat, we’ve arrived at-“

a frustrated groan leaves your lips, maybe you did want the train ride to last just a little longer. the boost of confidence you had early had quickly seemed to dissipate into thin air. come on, you’ve got this..

despite the hesitating thoughts, you don’t waste another second without arising from your seat, nearly stumbling onto your belongings. a sheepish apology quickly slips out of your mouth in a desperate attempt to not make any further noise while leaving your seat, lurking behind the stretching line of people exiting the train.

the almost never-ending line slowly becomes smaller and smaller until you’ve finally reached the train gate. as soon as you walk out and enter the train station, you’re greeted with the beautiful scenery of tokyo. it’s your first time experiencing the grace of such a serene place in real time — it’s almost distracting, really, the sound of birds chirping by and people bustling everywhere — hold on, something smells a little..

“hey, i’m here.” a hand waves over your face, causing you to flip around quickly and you’re greeted by the sight of a girl with short brown hair and a cigarette sitting in between her lips — so that’s where the smell is coming from. “oh.” you eye her uniform, easily recognising the jujutsu tech uniform that bared similarities to yours.

“wow, you’re pretty.” you attempt to ignore the smoke hitting your face by throwing in a compliment, miserably failing as you slip out a couple of coughs— ahem. . you clear your throat.

the girl notices your discomfort quickly. “sorry.” she removes the cigarette from her mouth, letting the tip burn and the end falling to the ground.

“no, no, its fine.” you shake your hands, sighing in relief when you finally taste some fresh air. “so, you’re shoko right?” a curious gaze displays your features.

“mhm, i am shoko.” she confirms your statement. “Mr. Yaga sent me to escort you, he rambled quite a bit about you.” shoko briefly glances your way as you subtly nod at her words, gesturing you to follow her. you wonder what Mr. Yaga could have possibly said about you — hopefully good things.

“so you’re replacing suguru, huh?” she says it almost as a fact and not a question. honestly, she is also a little unsure about the replacement like satoru— maybe not as worried as him, but she still expresses a sense of uneasiness — she is suguru’s friend too after all. . or was.

you haven’t even noticed that she’s talking to you, her words entering into one ear and out of the other. you’re inattentively staring straight ahead, mind too occupied with thoughts to notice her voice. your ears are ringing with theories about what could of seemingly caused their friend to do such an insane 360 — or maybe im thinking about it too much, he’s not what im after anyway..

“heeyy? you there?”

“oh, yeah, i am.” your response came off a little delayed. damn it, focus. you shake your head, trying to get rid of the lingering thoughts, it’s not the time to let your head get swayed.

“so. . is smoking even allowed in there?” you ask with a half-hearted snicker, a desperate attempt to save conversation.

“no, but if you don’t get caught then it never happened.” she shrugs. “not much of a smoker, are you?” the teasing glint in her voice makes you a little embarrassed, a nervous smile bracing your lips. “no, not really haha.”

“nothing to be embarrassed about, im just poking you.” her reassurance made you sigh in relief, perhaps this wasn’t going to be as difficult as you assumed it was.

“actually.. i wanted to ask something.” shoko turns her head in your direction, awaiting your question expectantly. there’s an unsure expression on your face, contemplating your words.

“why did your teammate-“ the words are about to roll off your tongue when suddenly a strange noise causes you to choke on your words — ring ring.

well isn’t that just great.

“sorry, gimmie a sec.” shoko looks at you apologetically as she takes her flip-phone out of her pocket. she checks the contact name, satoru. you managed to take a peep in time to see who’s calling.

the name leaves your throat a little dry. satoru gojo — from the gojo family. his existence itself makes curses quiver. a sense of rage boils up within you, hearing the name of the gojo clan itself makes your teeth grit.

your eyes narrow for a moment as you faintly hear his voice on the other side of the phone, words being exchanged. “stop calling, im almost there.” shoko hung up, her attention diverting back to you. she doesn’t miss the scowl on your face. “something wrong?”

“oh, no, nothing.” you snap out of your trance before your kettle could pop, your lips curling upward. “who’s ‘satoru’?” you fake a curious look. play dumb — that’s it.

“you don’t know satoru gojo?” shoko lets out a humorous laugh, faltering a little when she sees the serious look on your face. “he’s from one of the big clans, the strongest sorcerer of our generation, they say.” she simply shrugged. “don’t worry about it, he’s all talk, no bark.” she gives you a reassuring look, not what you would of expected from a gojo clan member — but perhaps you should take her word for it, for now.

theres a strangely comforting silence as you follow behind her, you could feel the air getting chilly and shivers vibrating through your body. shoko doesn’t seem to be affected much by it. maybe i should’ve brought a coat.

“anyways, we’re at the outskirts of tokyo now.” you squint your eyes, seeing a big building a few feet away. “well, you’re officially a sorcerer now. its not as exciting as it sounds, though.” she gives you a teasing look.

“i know that.” you roll your eyes. you both take a few more steps, finally arriving at the gate. behind the gate you spot multiple buildings. you have to stand still and collect your breath for a moment, so this is jujutsu tech.

“woah, it’s huge.” of course you knew a place with sorcerer’s from one of the biggest clans wasn’t going to be any joke, but it’s hard not to be swayed by such a breath-taking place.

“come on, lets go.” she takes your hand and walks through the gate. you closely inspect every sight on your way. wow, this place was pretty. you’re almost jealous of it’s radiance.

you’re taken to a bridge where shoko spots a familiar lean figure slouched against the railing with a sulky pout. the chalk-white hair that fell over his eyes, having to push them back with his long fingers and you almost get a view of the famous six eyes the gojo family is known for — those serene blue eyes that can put you in a daze with a look — wait, are you in a daze?

“not you too..” shoko slams her face causing you to snap out of your daydreams in a panicked oh! “im going to hide your face with a cardboard box one day, i swear.” a nasty side-eye was sent satoru’s way.

you thought him ‘charming people with one look’ (such big talk!) was mere gossip amongst the crowd. i mean, he couldn’t be that beautiful right?

you’ve never been more wrong.

“huuuuuh? so it’s my fault now?” satoru crosses his arms, a pout visible on his face. shoko already knows his ego is already swelling with pride, ‘cause he just can’t control the fact that he’s oh-so beautiful, can he?

“oh. . uh.” you finally realize his tall figure looming over you, taking a few steps back as he sizes you up, those piercing cold eyes were antagonising, anything but friendly. resentment runs through your body — it really is him, satoru gojo.

“this is stupid.” satoru let out a huff, pulling away and crossing his arms. “we don’t need a replac—“ satoru freezes in place when he catches the striking scowl on shoko’s face. “whatever. it’s ‘nice’ to meet you.” how much more pettier could he get?

“wellllll, ahem.” you let out a cough, trying to compose yourself. “my apologies. you’re satoru right?” you ask with a friendly smile on your face, but it’s almost like he can see through it with the way he eyes you. as if his icy orbs were poking right through your skull, did a shiver just run down your spine?

“it’s gojo to you.” a huff escaped his mouth and he turned away, refusing to even look at you, as if he was destined to hate you the exact moment you met — well, at least that’s something you both have in common.

shoko could only smack her forehead with her palm. when suguru joined sorcery, him and satoru didn’t hit it off immediately, it took them a while to get used to eachother’s company and get over their silly rivalry.

yet she has this strange feeling it might not be the same with you.

“ignore him, he’s just been a big whiny bitch about about the idea of a replacement.” shoko places a hand over your shoulder, ignoring the offended look satoru gave her, he was no ‘whiny bitch’ about it.. okay, maybe he was… just a little.

“speaking off..” you finally take your chance. “why’d your old teammate leave?” as soon as the words spilled out of your throat, you quickly notice how a cold tension develops in the air. you take a glance at satoru, oh. he doesn’t look very pleased you brought that up. .

“what’s it to you?” he snickers, tone comes off with an edge of hurt. he can’t say he’s over it, that he moved on, that would be a blatant lie. the reoccuring images of that day play in his head, not a single flaw in the vision of that scene — and it hurts.

you almost feel bad for bringing it up, since it clearly wasn’t the. . ‘right time’. you rub your hands together, its cold. was it always this chilly out here?

“i was just ask—“ “well, it’s none of your damn business.”

you can almost feel his glare, as if it was stabbing daggers right through your mind. teeth clenching, you hate that look, it’s just like them all. just like every other g—

“we’ll talk about it later.” shoko finally says something, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “im going to show her around for a bit, satoru. bye.” shoko waved as she quickly pulled you away from the bridge. phew.

“so i definitely killed the mo-“ you’re immediately cut off. “don’t bring that up in front of him, god.” shoko laughs. “it’s a sensitive topic for him.”

shoko looked up for a brief moment, exhaling. “suguru — he was our old teammate. they both were practically inseparable, i’m guessing you know he left and all.” you take in her words, suguru geto, of course you already knew who he was.

“im guessing you also wont tell me why he left.” you laugh, yet a curious gaze still present, hoping to hit the jackpot. “well.” shoko lets out a quiet hum and you’re kept on your toes, anticipating, as if watching a love confession in a movie. come on. .

“why do you wanna know so bad?” ah, shit. you almost let a groan leave your lips, you knew it was never going to be that easy, yet it’s just as frustrating.

“im just a little curious, from the things i heard he did some prettyyy crazy things, y’know?” woah, good save. “i can’t argue with you on that.” shoko laughs bitterly. “ill tell you some other time, though. its your first day here, let me tour you for real.”

you nod at her words, trailing behind her as she leads you to a hallway. you take a good look around — must be the dorms.

“so this is where the dorms are.” you look to the direction shoko points at. “your dorm is the one on the right, next to.. satoru’s.” she gives you an apologetic look. “theres no other rooms with essentials as of now, hope he wont be a big pain in the ass for you.”

you acknowledge her words, slowly moving to the room, paying a lot more attention to satoru’s door than yours — there was nothing special about it, yet you can’t shake the feeling that everything’s going a bit.. too smooth. your dorm being right next to his is like a lottery ticket, it’ll make everything much easier, but it’s almost too good to be true — or maybe you’re just overthinking it.

aside from that, it’s also not the best thing in the world. it’ll be perfect for your mission, and yet one day you might just end up punching that arrogant expression on his face from irritation — a double edged sword, they say.

“you can do whatever you want with the room, you listening?” you turn back to shoko, giving her a half-hearted smile. “oh, yeah, definitely.” shoko gives you a suspicious look. “ill take your word for it.. anyway, Mr. Yaga wants to see us tomorrow for a mission so you can prepare for that.”

“wow, mission already? it’s not a piece of cake, huh?” you joke. “consider yourself lucky, a lot of people have it way worse.” she teases you. “im going to go back to my own room — 303 if you’ve got any questions.” she gives you a pat on the shoulder before heading to the third floor, leaving you with the key to your dorm.

you slowly approach the door, finding yourself inspecting the door carefully as if something might jump out and hurt you, paranoid much.

rest assured, there was nothing set up. (obviously. .) you’re fiddling with your keys, about to open the door—

footsteps. the noise causes your ears to perk up immediately, turning around in a defensive stance to see whoever it is— oh.

“woah.” satoru raises his hand in the air defensively. “you ‘tryna to kill me or something?” redness spreads across your face as you immediately stand up straight. “im not armed, that was just a reflex.” you shoot him a glare. clearly, both of you were still petty about earlier.

“you were reaaaaalll nice with shoko huh?” suddenly he’s leaning in close. too close. is he onto you? is your journey over right here right now? maybe you were stupid for thinking you co- “there’s no mistake about it..” he scratches his chin.

“what?” you clench your fist in annoyance, its like your patience disappears whenever it comes to him.

“you’ve got a bug in your hair, do you even wash it?”

. . . .

“wait, what?” a rush of panic washes over you. “where is it!? wait, gojo!” you look up to him with a pitiful expression, only to be met with a teasing smirk. “ohhh, so you’re scared of bugs.” he’s saying it as if he’s keeping tabs on you or something. . he definitely is.

“i was just playing with you.” he shrugs nonchalantly. “seriously, how are you gonna fight a curse if you’re scared of a ‘lil ole bug?” oh this little tease.

“you’re seriously. asking to be punched, gojo.” you attempt to come off as intimidating as you can. unfortunately for you, you’re dealing with the cockiest man on this planet.

“what happened to ‘yer nice little demeanour huuuh? or does it just not apply t’me?” he’s easily towering over you, you don’t know why he’s so.. adamant to get to you. every word that comes out of his mouth — god, give me patience.

“bold of you to assume you deserve a single ounce of kindness.” ouch. the exasperated look on his face proved he did not take your comment lightly.

“oh yeah? don’t get arrogant just ‘cause you happen to get picked as a replacement.” there’s a strange venom in his words, you can’t tell whether it's targeted towards you. just why did he have to be so hard to read?

“just what are you so mad about, that you have to come bother someone else about it?” you bite back. “oh, yeah, me mad, suuuuureee. as if you didn’t look like you wanted to kill me a few seconds ago.” he retorts right back at you.

this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. you’re supposed to be nice to him and gain his trust — but that lingering anger in your heart is taking over you, the same coldness you loathe feeling — that cold look in his eyes, its just like them all. it’s like your feelings are speaking for you, as if your heart is pouring itself out.

present you would laugh at the fact that just an hour ago, you thought you’d be able to befriend him with ease. like a walk in the park, you’ll shoot him a kind smile just like you did with shoko, compliment his eyes maybe, yet it seems like you were destined to be enemies at first sight.

“and you know what? maybe you should be careful, ‘cause i will.” you shoot back, but satoru’s obviously not taking your threat seriously — ‘what could a wimp like her do to me?’

“oh please.” he grabs the collar of your shirt. “if you want me to be the last thing you see ill make it happen right n-“

“satoru, what are you doing?” a stern voice is heard from behind satoru and he immediately pulls away. you immediately recognise the man as the principle — Masamichi Yaga.

“nothinnggggg.” what a liar, you almost want to rat him out but technically it’s your fault as well. . .

“you’re the new student, aren’t you?” the man approaches you while satoru quietly observes. “yeah-“ your voice comes out in a stutter. “i am..”

“it’s your first day here, and you’re already fighting with that lunatic.” a grumble escaped his lips. his tone held a sense of aloofness, he doesn’t seem like someone who plays around. “don’t let me find this behaviour continuing.”

“but he started it f-“ you don’t even have time to respond and he’s leaving. your first encounter with the principle and its great, wow.

“but sirrrr, but heee..!” satoru mocks you from the side, and you have half a mind to not kick him in the face right there.

“im done arguing with an immature jerk like you.” you declare confidently, knowing you’re just as immature as him. “woooooah, look at miss victim being the bigger person, aren’t you sooo admir-“ by the time he’s done talking, you’ve already slammed the door to your room shut, causing him to flinch a little.

“gee, she’s ‘annoyin alright.” satoru opens the door to his own room with his key. walking inside and flopping onto the bed immediately. the AC is turned on in a beat. satoru can feel his mind relax as the cool air hits his body.

today’s tiring. there’s a lot of new unwanted thoughts swarming his mind, many of them being you.

in fact — ever since he heard about you replacing suguru, he’s been unable to help the hatred that filled his heart. is it hatred? or is he scared? the thought of someone else taking suguru’s place, for some reason, it irks him.

“maaaan, feelings are just as annoying as her.” satoru grumbled, resting his head on his arms. “i swear ‘somethin about her rubs me the wrong way.”

he’s not taking himself too seriously. he’s probably just thinking about it too much because he’s overwhelmed. he’ll take a nap and forget about it soon enough. (if only he followed his ‘divine intuition’.)

you, on the other hand, are quite literally panicking. unable to even lay down on your bed. you’re staring at the wall in disbelief, you’ve made it so far, you can’t afford to mess up now. but that look in his eyes — it brings back too many memories you’ve been wanting to forget.

maybe he was just playing around when you were fighting, but you’ve realised it now. he really can kill you if he wanted to. it makes you doubt yourself — if you even hold a fraction of his power. you knew it was never going to be easy, but it makes you wonder.

“just how will i assassinate gojo satoru?”

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★ ˎˊ˗ a/n : first chapter !! uh funfact reader was not suppose to have ulterior motives and the story was just suppose to be a simple rivals to lovers thing but while reader was talking to shoko i was like, why not give her a cliche assassin story 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ hope you enjoyed reading!!

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𐒘𝛠 FEATURING . . . SATORU GOJO

★ ˎˊ˗ you’re the new replacement after suguru left. unfortunately, you are pulled into a one-sided rivalry with your enemy. ★ ˎˊ˗ a new series made by user satoruarchive, all the works published on this series are 16+, anyone younger or do not have an age in their bio will be blocked upon interacting. ★ ˎˊ˗ before you read: sorcerer!reader / fem!reader / cursing / fluff / angst / suggestive / mentions of deaths / blood, injury descriptions / happy ending / not spoiler free. ★ ˎˊ˗ status : on-going || started november 9th 2024.

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) INTRODUCTION

1. 𐒘𝛠 to be added!

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જ⁀➴ . . . rules ! ♡ˎˊ˗ read these before interacting and requesting <3

ᐟ welcome to the rules!! my name is ayra and my inbox is always open for chatting, don’t be afraid to send in an ask ^^

.ᐟ before you interact with me, ensure that you are over the age of 13. please do not trauma dump / vent in my inbox, i cannot help you with that.

.ᐟ interact with me to become mutuals!! either commenting, reblogging or sending in asks help me get to know you. sending an ask for wanting to become mutuals will be ignored, it feels awkward for me :(

.ᐟ i joke a lot while talking, and i don’t mean what i say. however if you need tone tags / uncomfortable with my behaviour please let me know !!

.ᐟ no hate is allowed here! it’ll be ignored depending on what you sent :p

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.ᐟ my request status is usually open, however, if requests are sent while its closed they’ll be deleted.

.ᐟ i usually write fem!reader, gn!reader requests are always welcome but unfortunately i do not write male!reader as im unfamiliar with it.

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.ᐟ angst and fluff requests are always welcome, don’t be shy ^^

.ᐟ there are certain characters i do not write for, so if your request is ignored it means either im unsure how to write it, uncomfortable or i don’t write for said character. sorry!

.ᐟ absolutely no constructive criticism on my works unless i’ve asked.

.ᐟ these are subjected to change, make sure to read them before you request, xoxo.

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ITOSHI SAE !!

THE STAR PLAYER ? ayra 𓏵 20 𝓼he . .‎ sae ‘n satoru luvr ◞ sfw + suggestive works ＞＜ not spoiler free! main / @itoshivy ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒. 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. © satoruarchive 2024.

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જ⁀➴ . . . tags ! ♡ˎˊ˗ how my tagging works! (subject to change)

#♡ ayra’s works : my writing

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#♡ ayra’s mail : my announcements

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[rini-rushed]

giggled my ass off high key

hiii, drabble b4 i sleep ^^ not proofread

being a mother is exhausting.

sae knew that he couldn’t be home often to care for you and your little bundle of joy. he didn’t enjoy coming home seeing your restless eyes, dark circles growing under them.

whenever he got offered breaks, he’d try to bend his schedule just a little to help you out — even if its being home for a mere hour. his pretty wife is far more important than a soccer match with some lukewarm people anyway. “sae, don’t say that word infront of her!”

you feel the light shine down upon your eyes, looking right to the open curtains — ugh, did i forget to close them?

you push the blankets off of you, groggily standing up. the time — you look at the clock, 9:43AM

“that’s way too late. . .” you hurriedly open the door, walking to your toddlers room. the door flings open— “sweetheart!”

emptiness. you look around the room, maybe she’s hiding . . . you walk inside and open the closet. nothing

“where could she have gone. . .” you groan inaudiably, running to the backyard since you know she likes playing there.

once you reach the backyard you’re frozen still for a few seconds, taking in the sight of your husband drawing the soccer line thingies with your toddler sat comfortably in his left hand, her sparkly pink dress poorly put on.

a sense of relief washes over you, a smile bracing your lips. “sweetheart!” you call out, approaching them as they both turn around.

“yeah?” both sae and your toddler say at the same time, snapping their heads to look at eachother.

“she meant me.” sae lets out a huff at your daughter.

“no!” your daughter protested, her chubby little hands attempting to slap him, she’s got the fight in her alright. “mommy only call me that.” she taunts her father.

“oh, you two.” you shake your head, laughing. “i meant him, pretty girl.” you look at how your daughter’s cheeks immediately puff up, a hmmm aound leaving her lips.

“aren’t you supposed to be at practice?” you look at sae, confused.

“yeah.” sae nods. “but she said she wanted to learn soccer, so i ditched it.” he said casually, poking his daughter’s cheek as he finally set her down.

“alright, im going to teach you how to be a striker.” he looks at your daughter with a stern expression. “this is a no luke-warm zone got it?”

“yeah! no lukewarm!” your daughter carelessly kicks the ball which somehow lands in the net. . . talk about genes.

“and there she goes.” you glare at sae. “if she catches your bad mouth too, no dinner for you.”

“whatever you say.” sae rolls his eyes, dismissing you. you could only smile at seeing your daughter grow up, seeing sae so soft with her and—

you feel a sudden sharp pain hit your face — “mommy! wait! i didn’t mean to shoot that way!”

safe to say, there will be no more soccer in your household.

a/n: ‘soccer line thingies.’ hahahha. haha. YOU HEARD NOTHING.