#GOJO-SAN ZONED

[seoafin]

thinking. About ripmc calling everyone by their given name after they become friends while still calling Gojo by his surname. it would ruin his life. he would be so upset and would respond by being more insufferable which will keep him firmly in “Gojo-san” territory. gojo-san zoned

a snippet from my scrapped str fic!

He’s annoyingly breathless, and a little irritated. You’re still calling him Gojo-san.

"You sleep funny." It sounds like a complaint, and it might as well be with how fast his heart is racing. "You always look like that?"

"I think so, but I’m not really sure." You lift your head, unperturbed, yawning away at the last remnants of your nap. You look at him. "Is that all you wanted to say?"

“...”

You blink.

“...I told you, it’s Satoru.”

You go quiet. Keeping his face straight, he looks at you from the corner of his eye. Satoru doesn’t know what you seem to be mulling over, because you don’t immediately reply. What is there to think about?

“I don’t think I will, but thank you for offering.”

He chokes, turning to face you at once. “...Ha—h?”

You regard him quietly. “It feels weird to call you that after all this time. I guess I’m just more used to Gojo-san.”

“You call Suguru by his first name,” he points out. “You call Ieiri ‘Shoko’!”

Satoru hasn’t forgotten the flush of color that had flooded Suguru’s face the first time you had said his first name.

Through his teeth: “Satoru sounds better.”

Others would be delighted to be given the honor of calling him by his given name rather than his family’s name, but you only look deep in thought, and somewhat troubled. He’s about to shrug it off, tell you whatever, and nurse his wounded ego that you seem to have a habit of trampling over in private.

You’re looking at him now, the troubled look even more prominent in the furrow of your eyebrows. “If you’re really that inconvenienced, I’ll try my best.” You finish with a reassuring nod in his direction.

He’s not ‘inconvenien—’

“Satoru.”

Whatever thoughts running through his head grinds to a halt as warmth blossoms across his face, his ears. All of a sudden, his clammy hands seize, and a lump forms in his throat, and all he can think about is how right it sounds.

[keikikait]

ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ (ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part 3 of a series. you can find part one here and part two here

pairing: gojo x f!reader (not au, gojo is 29, reader is early-mid 20’s), slight nanami x reader (...)

word count: 3.4k

summary: the first two weeks of teaching again go by quickly. you find yourself right smack in the middle of the annual winter festival. gojo took his own date, and so did you. 

warnings: (FOR THIS PART) angst, some self-deprecating stuff, themes of depression, mean gojo, mention of blood, mention of getting eaten (pls don’t ask), cheating???? nickname use [baby, doll (once)], no use of y/n,

a note: this is a repost with an angstier ending, as a lot of angst was voted for (see poll), so here we are, though there is a happy ending. dunno if I'll ever do a part 4.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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You and Gojo have a routine.

First, you get ready together, fucking in the shower, trying to push him off as you apply mascara as he greedily rubs up against you. You eat breakfast together, both enjoying your matcha (yours, of course, being a latte. Gojo always goes the more traditional route). He drags on the kiss as you exit your apartment, whining when he finally has to let you go.

Second, he stands a few feet away from you on the train as you make your way outside of Tokyo. He never looks at you, his focus on anyone or anything that catches his eye. You watch him, admiring him, wanting him to just look over so he could admire you too. You want Gojo to see you in the way you see him. You want him to finally care, to beg and plead for you, to feel the way you do. You want him to love you.

Third, you walk towards campus, a few feet behind him just in case anyone is watching. You watch as he effortlessly joins Shoko and Akari’s conversation as they walk up the stairs through the tori gate, not glancing back at you even once. You follow behind them, the sounds of their laughter filling your ears. Surrounding you. Swallowing you whole, only to spit you out broken and battered. The snow crunches under your feet, silencing your thoughts — but only for a second. Your thoughts are like wolves, stalking you and waiting to pounce, waiting for you to be vulnerable.

Your routine takes hold of you, and the days blend together as you relive the same painful day over and over. Maybe this is all a punishment for your hubris, karma from the gods for loving him. You watch him live so effortlessly without you, as you sit around hoping he’ll meet your gaze for just a second. The thoughts come, as they always do, and soon you’re surrounded by wolves, bloodied and battered and waiting to be eaten. And then, the wolves disappear into smoke, and you have Gojo for just a brief second before he pushes you back into the wolf’s den. Maybe this time you’ll let the wolves eat you. Your last words would be Gojo’s name before your mouth fills with blood as you get your throat ripped out. You wonder if you would even be on his mind after.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You look up from your desk to see Nobara standing there, smiling, her books in her arms. You zoned out through the entire lesson, students trying to pile out the door behind her. You look at her again and smile. “Yes?”

She smiles, clutching her books a little tighter. “Are you going to the festival tonight?”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly at the mention of the festival. “Yes, I am. Why?”

Nobara shifts on her feet. “Are you going with Gojo-sensei?”

Gods, even his name causes goosebumps to appear on your body. “No, Kugisaki-san. I’m not taking anyone with me.”

Nobara pouts a little. “Oh come on! You guys would be perfect together!” Your eye twitches and your stomach lurches. “It’s his loss, I guess.” She moves away as quickly as she appears, following Megumi out the classroom door.

You hear a snarl, and just like that the wolves are back. They follow you around as you make your way through your day, biting at your ankles. They follow you as you make your way off campus, heading to the train station. You slide your way into the crowd making its way into the station, pushing your way past students and businessmen. You’re trying to make your train, yes, but you’re also escaping the wolves that are chasing you, foaming at the mouth at the idea of tasting you. You fear that if they catch you you might never make it out alive, your body left cold on the floor of the train station, people stepping over you and moving on with their lives, because, in the end, you didn’t matter.

“Excuse me,” You say softly, pushing past a tall man. Your fingers brush over the light tan colouring of his suit as you put your hand on his arm to steady yourself in the crowd. The man mumbles something before he looks over and tilts his head. He says your name so softly you almost don’t hear him. You finally get a look at his face as he towers over you, and your heart beats a little faster. “Nanami?”

You’ve met Kento Nanami before and spoken in brief conversations, even when he’s been an adjunct professor at the school and taught a lesson. You always noticed that he didn’t speak a lot, at least not to you. You appreciated the silence sometimes, a stark difference from Gojo’s constant running mouth, but the times he would simply just ignore you while you helped him plan lessons and prepare demonstrations left a bad feeling in your stomach. In those moments you didn’t just wonder if you were good enough for Gojo, you wondered if you were good enough for anyone. 

He looks deep into your eyes, and the wolves turn to dust. He smiles softly at you, but in your eyes, it looks almost forced. “Hey there. Long time no see. How are you?”

You think this might be the most words he’s ever spoken to you. “I’m doing great. How are you?”

Nanami nods. “Fine, you know how the 7 to 3 life is. Are you still assisting Gojo at the school?”

It’s your turn to nod this time. “Yes. For another year and a half.”

He smiles, and it seems more genuine than the last. “A year and a half of dealing with Gojo… I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.” You laugh, and it’s the first genuine laugh you’ve had in almost a month.

Instead of catching your usual train home, you opt to sit and chat with Nanami. This is the most extroverted you’ve ever seen him, and this is definitely the most eye contact you’ve ever shared. He leans back on the bench, legs stretched out straight, playing with the end of his tie while he talks to you. 

You had noticed it before, but now you’re certain. Kento Nanami is hot. His voice, his face, his hands, his arms…you’re finding yourself squirming on the bench and trying to calm your nerves as he stares at you, almost forcing you to keep eye contact. 

You stiffen when you hear the next announcement, the realisation hitting that it’s your next train arriving soon. You stand up, gathering your things. “My train is almost here. I’m sorry that we have to cut this conversation short.”

He waves it off. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll just have more to talk about next time.” 

Next time. You feel slight butterflies in your stomach when thinking about your next conversation with him. All you manage to say is, “For sure. I would like that.” You head to your platform, clutching your bag close when Nanami calls your name again, much more confident than before. You turn to face him, the wind from the train approaching whipping through your hair.

He glances down the platform, seemingly nervous. “Are you going to the festival tonight?”

You have to speak a little louder as the train starts to near the station. “Yes, I am.”

Nanami smiles, a look of nervousness still staining his face. “Great. I’m going too. What if we went together?”

The train approaches and you yell over the noise, “I would like that!”

He hears you and smiles, yelling his goodbyes over the train as you enter its doors. You find a seat next to the window, and you wave to each other as the train starts to move. The train pulls out of the station, taking you home, and a smile creeps onto your face as you sink into the seat. Part of you feels guilty, begging you to consider your relationship with Gojo, but the other part of you thinks; what relationship? Plus, you’re going to the festival with Nanami as friends, acquaintances, nothing more. At least, that’s how you view it.

You head home, once again finding yourself vulnerable in the wolf's den. You wonder how it would feel if you let them attack you, how it would feel to be pinned down and scratched and chewed on like a piece of dried octopus. Would Gojo notice you, finally, as you lay dead, your blood leaking out of your shredded throat? Would he turn away, avert his gaze at the sight of his dead lover? Or would he simply stare before stepping over you?

The wolves stalk you as you make your way back to the station, the snow falling softly, sticking to your hair. You feel nervous; nervous about seeing Nanami again, and nervous about seeing Gojo with Himiko. You had almost forgotten her name, but deep down you wish you did. Maybe thinking about her as a faceless, nameless entity would make your throat stop closing up.

You climb your way up the steps of the school, and you start to smile when you see Nanami waiting for you. The sun is setting, casting a beautiful pink glow to him, and in this moment you think he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. The glasses he’s normally wearing are long gone, and he switched out his suit for a black sweater, dark blue slacks, a long brown trenchcoat, and a scarf in the same Rorschach-esque design as his usual tie and sword. 

Your stomach flutters as you approach him. “Hey.”

He stares at you for a second before saying, “Hey.” You stare at each other, admiring one another, and butterflies in your stomach won’t stop flying around, bumping into the walls of your intestines. You don’t know what you’re feeling, and you don’t know if you like it.

You clear your throat, stepping towards the gate. “Let’s head in.” Nanami nods and follows you inside the campus. You walk together through the festival, the air around you almost feeling electric, the campus replacing its usual student occupants with a bustling crowd and food carts. Takoyaki, yakitori, yakisoba, everything just smells so delicious. Maybe the wolves won’t be hungry for you tonight.

You and Nanami wander, your hands occasionally brushing as you chat about work and life, lost in the heat of your conversation. You find a stall finally offering drinks, and you both purchase some green tea before sitting down, your back to the festival. You’re in the middle of one of Nanami’s corporate world stories when his eyes drift behind you and he smiles. “There he is!”

Confused, you look over your shoulder, only to be met with the looming figure of Gojo. He stares down at you and Nanami, his blindfold covering his eyes. Right next to him is, you assume, Himiko, a tall woman, dressed to the nines in what might be real fox fur. She’s beautiful. More beautiful than you. You hear another snarl as the wolves come creeping out of the dark classrooms, towards you. Was this your competition? Your replacement? Did she have his heart already, or did he hide it from her like he did you?

Gojo clears his throat, glancing away before turning his gaze back to you and Nanami. “Here I am.”

Even now, you admire him. He’s so effortlessly beautiful, everything he does causes you to lose your breath. The way the wind pushes his hair back, the way his hoodie sits around his hips…you’re in love with him. As much as you hate it, as much as it destroys you, you love him. You can practically feel the wolf pinning you to the cave floor and ripping your beating heart out of your chest, chewing it, and swallowing it in one bite.

Nanami notices your gaze, too. He notices the way you look at Gojo, the absolute adoration in your eyes. The way your breath hitches, the way your thighs subconsciously squeeze together. The way your cheeks change colour and the way your whole body relaxes. Nanami notices Gojo’s body language, too, almost as if he could see his eyes under the blindfold. He puts it together too quickly, and clears his throat, standing up from the table, trying to hide his disappointment that you were in love with someone else. “I’m gonna get another tea.” He moves through the crowd towards the stall and you go to follow him, brushing past Gojo when he suddenly reaches out and grabs your arm, squeezing it tight.

“We need to talk,” he says.

“No, we don’t,” you respond. He squeezes your arm even tighter, before tugging you along behind him as he walks away from Nanami and Himiko. 

Gojo drags you into his classroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He stares at you, his arms crossed, before finally speaking, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You’re confused, and your eyebrows furrow slightly. “Trying to enjoy my time at the festival.”

Gojo’s voice is laced with poisonous anger, and you’re almost afraid to breathe it in. “With Nanami?”

You swallow. “He asked me to come with him.”

Gojo's shoulders relax for a second before tensing up again. “You’re on a date? With Nanami?”

Your face turns red. “This isn’t a date.”

“Yes, it is,” Gojo says firmly. “He asked you on a date. And you agreed.”

You find yourself starting to get angry. “So what if it is a date?”

His jaw clenches. “Excuse me?”

You take a step back. “So what if it is a date, Gojo? You’re on one too, in case you forgot.”

Gojo laughs. “You mean Himiko? This isn’t a date. I’m just doing a favour for Shoko, I’m trying to help her friend get settled into the city. You shouldn’t be mad at me for --”

You interrupt him. “Cut the shit. You’re on a date with a girl who isn’t me.”

“It isn’t a date,” Gojo says.

You feel yourself getting angrier and angrier. “That’s what it looks like.”

“It doesn’t matter what it looks like,” Gojo says. “It isn’t the truth. If you would just let me explain-”

“Explain what?” You snap, the anger threatening to break the surface. “How do you agree to go on a date with another woman?”

There’s a pause before he says, “Don’t interrupt me again, doll. Remember who’s in charge here.”

Your fists clench. “God, can I fucking talk? Sat—Gojo, you have to understand how it makes me feel.”

You fucked up. You know you shouldn’t call him that, that forbidden name, but it just slipped out. Your words die in your throat, and your anger starts to dissolve into anxiety. You don’t know much about Geto, but you do know that Gojo’s first name is reserved for him, and you broke Gojo’s only rule. 

He doesn’t say anything, but you can physically feel the shift in the air. A cold shiver runs down your spine. The mask across his eyes doesn’t help, his emotions unreadable. 

“Gojo, I’m sorry,” You say. You approach him gently. “I’m sorry.”

You feel yourself getting more and more anxious as he just stands there. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak. He just stands there, looking down at you from his imposing height. You can only sit helplessly as he tosses you back into the wolf's den, and you can’t run away as they start tearing at you. You wonder if he’ll keep your head, mouth open and cold and blue, on display on a mantle on his wall, a message to all that watch to never love him.

It feels like an eternity before he speaks. “I trusted you."

Your bottom lip trembles. "You still can. It was an accident--"

"It doesn't matter if it was an accident or not," Gojo says, looking down at the ground. "You know not to call me that. Don't act like you can replace him."

A few tears fall down your face. "No...I know I can't, Gojo, I know I can't replace him. But I swear it was an accident."

"It doesn't matter," Gojo says after a beat. "What matters is you’re mine, and you're on a date with Nanami."

"It's not a date, Gojo," You say. "He and I are just friends."

"You would only be here with him if you had feelings for him," Gojo says.

You start to cry now. "I have feelings for you, Gojo. Not Nanami."

That makes him pause. "I know you do."

"Then why are you here with Himiko?" You ask, starting to feel angry again. "Why aren't you here with me?"

“Himiko means nothing to me.” Gojo says. "You know we couldn't go to the festival together. It would be suspi--"

"Suspicious, yes, I got it." You snap. "You didn't have to go with her. You could've turned down Shoko's offer."

"And what would I look like then?" Gojo asks. "I would look like a bad friend and a bad coworker. I have a reputation to uphold."

"Why does your reputation matter more than me?" You ask, your voice becoming louder.

"Because it's all I have!" Gojo says, his voice matching yours. "I'm Satoru Gojo, I'm the strongest! I can't have any baggage, I can't have anyone be important to me. That's how I become weak, and that's how I lose everything. Including you."

"Why do you treat me like this?” you ask, angry tears running down your cheeks. “Why do you always put me second? Why do you always make me feel so unwanted? Am I not good enough for you? Am I not what you want? Am I not what you need?”

He pauses and remains silent for a long time. He takes a deep breath, his voice stern once again. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You are good enough for me, you’re too good for me. You’re the most beautiful, caring person that I’ve ever met. I treat you like garbage, and yet you always come back to me. I’m mean to you, and you accept it with a smile on your face. But you have to understand that this is more important to me. It's more important than you…if I appear weak, I fail. If I fail, I lose everything and everyone." He gets close to you, grabbing your face. "I already lost someone important to me. I can't lose you too."

"Do you care about me?" You ask softly.

He nods. "Of course I do."

You swallow hard, nervous to ask your next question. "Do you love me?"

He hesitates.

In that moment, even without him speaking, you know your answer. You go to say something else but he interrupts. "I can. Eventually. One day. I just can't love you right now."

"When is eventually?" You ask.

He shakes his head. "I don't know. I care about you, you know that. You know that I love our time together, and I look forward to every single second I get to spend with you. I just can't love you right now, not in the way that you want me to. The way that you need me to."

"Will you ever love me?" You ask.

He doesn't hesitate when he answers, "Yes."

You close your eyes, sighing. "When?"

He strokes your cheekbones. "Soon."

"How close is soon?"

"Close enough."

You pause. You feel the presence of the wolves again, biting on your ankles, threatening to drag you down into the depths of the den and tear you limb from limb. Would they chew on your bones after? Would it be quick, painless? Or would you survive for just long enough to watch them eat you?

Gojo calms the wolves, but only for so long. He’s a protective light as you hide in the walls of the den, stepping over the corpses of those before you. He’s the one, he’s all you’ve ever wanted, and you think you’ll regret this.

You nod, accepting his answer.

He pulls you close and hugs you. He kisses the top of your head and takes a deep breath before saying, “Have I ever told you about Geto?” You shake your head, you know next to nothing about the man. Gojo never told you, and you never asked. He strokes your hair and sighs. “Do you want to hear about him?” 

You nod, and Gojo tells you.

He tells you all about Geto — Suguru, as he calls him. You’ve never heard him speak so softly. He recounts his memories, smiling and even laughing at some parts. You listen to every word, and you don’t speak. You can tell, just from his words, that Gojo loved him, but you can also tell that he will always love Geto more than he loves you.

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part four is here

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Requesting a work on how nanami’s attitude rubbed on the reader 🥳 She applies his philosophy of prioritizing efficiency and effectiveness in her personal and professional life :))

You're Rubbing on Me

Nanami x GN!Reader

Summary: After announcing to friends and students that Y/N and Nanami have been dating, they start to notice just how much his attitude has actually rubbed on them

Notes:

So, I just took inspiration on the first part lol (since efficiency and effectiveness are not the same) but I hope that this still fits with your request anon! Hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 2195 words

Masterlist

“You’re telling us, that you’ve been together for years already?” Yuji asked, his eyes widened at the two

“Yep, we’ve been dating prior to his return here.” Y/N patiently answered to the pink-haired kid, a smile on their face as they remember how Nanami asked them out

“Woah, never thought Nanami-sensei had it in him to ask someone out.” Nobara joked, getting the three of them to let out giggles “From Yuji’s stories, he seems to be a cold man.”

Y/N had one look at their watch and saw that it was almost the end of their shift. Usually, they would stay a bit longer to chat with the two teens but they have an upcoming mission with Nobara tomorrow, and knew that they needed energy to fully work with her

“I’m gonna call it a day, I’ll see you tomorrow Kugisaki-kun.” Y/N politely told them, standing up and bowing to the two before gathering their stuff. But as they were about to leave, Gojo was walking in the room, the same wide grin that he sports on his face

“Gonna go home already?” Gojo asked them, they only nodded in reply, before walking out the room. Leaving Gojo with his students

Walking out the school, Ijichi was already outside by the car, patiently waiting for them. Y/N subtly nodded to him and entered in the passenger seat, just informing him to drop them by Nanami’s house before zoning out, using the tunes playing in the radio as background noise

"Y/L/N-san, we're here." Ijichi quietly told them, getting Y/N to be pulled away from their daydreaming

"Thanks, Ijichi." Y/N told him, a small smile directed to him before stepping out of the car

They walked in the house, uncuffing the sleeves of their blouse with every step, the aroma of freshly cooked food filling up their nose

"Hey love, how was today?" Nanami asked, his head peeking out from the doorway to the kitchen

"It was alright." Y/N plainly answered, following him to the kitchen and sitting on the kitchen island "The kids are amazed that you had the courage to ask me out."

Nanami only chuckled at their reply, playfully rolling his eyes at the kids' antics. He placed two plates on the island, before placing a bowl filled with their dinner for tonight

"You spoil me, my love." Y/N only told him, a smile growing on their face as they watch Nanami take control of everything

"You deserve to be spoiled." Nanami only replied, leaving a peck on their temples before sitting down next to them

"Besides, got to prove to the kids that I do have the capabilities to be with you." He added playfully, a small grin on his face

“You don’t need to prove anything to anyone, I promise.”

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“Y/L/N-sensei, are you ready?” Nobara said with a grin, excited to finally be on a mission

“Kugisaki-kun, this mission is to only confirm if you’re actually able to be a first-grade.” Y/N told her in a prim tone, not wanting for the girl to see this mission as the same attitude as how she does when paired with Yuji or Fushiguro

“Who will confirm for Yuji and Fushiguro?” She asked curiously

“Your Kusakabe-sensei will accompany Yuji, and your Nanami-sensei will accompany Fushiguro.” They replied simply, patiently waiting until she asks some questions again

“So, Nanami-sensei—

“I prefer to not talk about my personal life during missions.” Y/N told her firmly “You wouldn’t want me prying on your personal life, would you?”

“Yours is much more interesting.” Nobara replied simply, just as Ijichi was pulling up to an abandoned warehouse

The place was reeking in curse residuals, getting Y/N to cringe at the sight of it. Nobara was only staring at the building, listening to Ijichi inform them about what the curse to expect was.

“When you both step in the warehouse, that’s when I’ll cast the curtain.” Ijichi informed them as the two step out of the car, walking closer to the warehouse

“Kugisaki-kun, stay behind me.” Y/N ordered, drawing out their katana and stepping in the warehouse first, the teen was cautiously following behind them, her weapon out and ready to use too

The happenings were too fast, the curse that was warned to them kicked Y/N to a distance, causing them to be stabbed by one of the stray metal bars and immobilizing them. Nobara tried to attack but the curse was faster, kicking her to the face and causing her to stumble down.

With a quick decision in mind, Y/N immediately threw their katana at the curse, yelling at Nobara to dodge their weapon. They were bleeding profusely, hissing in pain as they look down on the stab.

The metal bar pierced through from their back to the inside of their body, thankfully not pushing out of them. If Y/N was to guess, they were probably stabbed by the rib cage, but no ribs were damaged. They let out a sigh, hoping that their assumption was right.

“Y/L/N-sensei!” Nobara yelled, running to where they were, dodging the katana that was thrown directly to the curse.

The katana immobilized the curse, so Nobara went and imbued some nails with her curse energy and launched it directly to the curse as well, using her technique to exorcise the curse.

“Grab my katana to slice the bar, it’ll hurt more if you pull it out. And lessen my chance of surviving.” They ordered to the teen, hissing as any attempt of moving was stinging

“I’m sorry—

“Kugisaki-kun, take deep breaths.” Y/N comforted to her “Grab my katana and slice the metal bar so that we won’t struggle too much in moving me.”

Nobara rushed to grab their katana, picking it up despite her anxious approach. She quickly rushed back to where they were, swinging Y/N’s katana behind her with one swoop, cutting the metal bar smaller

“Kugisaki-kun, go rush out and call Ijichi, you won’t be able to support my body weight alone.” Y/N ordered to her, but Nobara only stubbornly tried to support them up, slowly helping them get on their feet

“I’m not leaving you here, sensei.” She only told them, carrying Y/N piggy-back style and rushing out the warehouse, using her cursed technique to break the curtain, showing Ijichi the situation

“Ijichi-sensei, how fast can you drive?!” Nobara yelled

Ijichi immediately entered the car while Nobara entered Y/N into the backseat, sitting next to them for support for their wound.

“You did good today, Kugisaki-kun.” Y/N drowsily said, a small smile of approval on their face “Gojo would be proud of your improvement.”

Y/N won’t deny that Nobara has been brave today, taking control over a situation when they were unable to do so. The girl was more than capable of being a first grade that not making her be one would just feel like they were robbing her, the same that they do to Maki.

“So excited to watch over Maki-kun soon, I think she’ll do good too.” Y/N rambled, keeping themselves awake

“Y/L/N-sensei, what do you feel for Nanami-sensei?” Nobara asked them, using questions to keep Y/N’s mind from not shutting off from the damage

“The best man possible.” Y/N responded almost immediately, their sight fading away “He’s such a good man. To me, to Itadori-kun, to everyone.”

“Y/L/N-san, we’re almost close to Shoko-san.” Ijichi informed nervously, speeding up to make it in time

“Tell Kento I love him—

“You’re not dying. Not today, not anytime soon.” Nobara said sternly as Ijichi pulled up to the school, rushing to get out and help Nobara in carrying Y/N into Shoko’s office

Y/N could only felt their consciousness fade away, knowing that they’ve lost too much blood. They were now counting on Ijichi and Nobara to get them to Shoko in time, placing their complete trust on the two of them.

A few days after the accident was when Y/N woke up, their torso wrapped around with bandage and many equipment attached to them. There were some basket of fruits and some flowers on the side table, and Kento was by one of the provided chairs, scrolling on his phone

“Hello, my love.” Y/N said softly, making Kento look up at them, finally easing up since they were awake

“How are you feeling?” Kento asked, moving his chair closer to the bed

“How’s Kugisaki?” They asked immediately, Kento only shook his head at them

“She’s alright, was in a much better condition than you are now.” He answered, smiling softly at them “Though she was crying to me, thinking that she was at fault for the accident.”

“She’s not to blame, the curse was too fast for the both of us. We were caught off guard.” Y/N defended earnestly, getting Kento to chuckle at them

“I know, I read the report.” Kento only told them, carefully grabbing their hand and planting a soft kiss on it “She was very brave on handling that, I know she’d definitely get your approval.”

“I love you. I didn’t want to scare you like this.” They apologized, a small smile on their face

“I love you more. And I know you didn’t want that to happen.”

Nanami had been more than patient during their recovery stage, with him taking time off as well so that his whole attention would be on Y/N for the time being that they’re at home. He would rarely let them actually do any work, always making sure that they’re resting.

~~

Two weeks after the mission, Y/N was finally allowed to go back to school to overview the students’ training. It was gonna take them another month or two before they’re allowed to go back on missions, but it was nice to finally not be crammed at home

“Maki-kun needs to be assessed soon, when will Kusakabe or Nanami-san be available?” They heard Gojo ask Yaga, getting them to walk in the office

“I can do—

“No. Shoko’s order.” Gojo sternly told them, earning a groan from Y/N

“Maybe it’ll be best if we skip the being accompanied by a first grade for her?” Yaga asked, pondering it thoroughly “Among everyone that was recommended, she’s alw—

“You are not letting out a student to fight a first-grade curse for the first time without any accompany!” Y/N immediately told them, their eyebrows furrowed at the thought of letting Maki out on her own

“She’s more than—

“I don’t fucking care if she’s more than capable.” Y/N hissed to the two “And if the mission doesn’t go as well as planned, then what?”

“She’s more than capable, trust her.” Yaga tried to assure them

“I told you, I don’t fucking care if she’s more than capable because we already know that she is.” They angrily replied “I care for her safety because if you’re forgetting, she’s still a student.”

Y/N knew to cool off her anger against Yaga and decided to just walk out, going out to the training areas where Maki was training with the Yuta, destroying the special grade in hand-to-hand combat.

“Sensei!” Yuta yelled, before getting smacked to the face by Maki, making him stumble down

“I think you both should go take a break first.” Y/N said fondly to the two of them, sitting down on one of the available seats

“Sensei sensed that you were losing, they had to call a time out.” Maki teased Yuta, sitting next to them

“Don’t sit there, there’s an ant infestation by there.” They warned to the two, getting them to move to the opposite side to where they were

“Y/N-kun!” Gojo greeted loudly, sitting next to them before Maki and Yuta both got to warn him

“Don’t tell him.” Y/N mouthed to the two, a cheeky grin on their face

“You prankster.” Gojo said loudly, realizing where he had sat down, moving away from the ant manifestation and crossing his arms at them

“To be fair, you didn’t ask.” Y/N shrugged, giggling at his pouting

“Nanami-kun! Y/N is being mean.” Gojo playfully complained to Nanami who was walking out

“I think you deserve it.” Nanami plainly replied, sitting next to Yuta

“Y/N used to be on my side when it comes to pranks like these.” Gojo playfully cried, clutching his chest as if he’s been badly betrayed by them “You’re becoming like Nanami-kun.”

“I just didn’t tell you that there were ant manifestations because you sat down too fast?” Y/N asked, their eyebrows furrowed at Gojo

“I remember the time when we used to prank Nanami-kun when he was coming back to jujutsu.” Gojo recalled lovingly, a smile on his face

“Probably what made him hold back from us announcing our relationship, don’t you think?” Y/N asked playfully, endearingly looking at Nanami

“No, it’s not that.” Nanami answered earnestly “Just Gojo’s lack of respect of my feelings for you frankly.”

“Nanami-kun, stop spending time with Y/N, you’re rubbing on them.” Gojo teased, earning Maki to let out a sigh and for Y/N to chuckle at his comment

“Yeah, go spend time with him instead.” Y/N teased back, a grin on their face “Might teach him a thing or two about how to properly teach his students.”

“Hey?!”

[shadowycreatormentality]

Black Air and Black Black Lungs

Chapter 2: Prom Queen

"Maybe I should try harder,

You should lower your expectations"

When she discovered the world of Jujutsu sorcery, Yue was amazed. How else would she react to a world where emotions are used for good but to improve one's abilities? This is her dream job.

This is why she idolises Hideyo so much. Even though they are the same age as her (even a few months younger), they make little to no mistakes in their missions. They also constantly protect her, which is always a nice plus.

"Oh, to be in those arms forever~," She thought to herself before being brought back to reality by a jab at her side. Oh yeah, she was sparring with Miwa. 

"Who's the lucky boy, Yu-chan? You were zoning out while blushing for a while?" The swordsman asked with a mischievous look on her face. This only turned Yue's already pink face red.

"I-it's nothing, Miwa-chan."

This only caught the attention of Mai, who is talking to Momo about something related to clothes. "Yu-chan, your face is as pink as your hair. It's no use hiding it now."

"G-guys, it's really not a big deal. It's admiration at most." Yue realized too late that she just gave them more to chew on. The next thing she saw was the three girls getting in her face and asking for details.

"Admiration, huh? Who has my dear junior head over heels for?" Momo continued the teasing with a smug smile on her face.

"F-fine…it's Hideyo."

A long and painful second passed without anyone saying anything.

"HIDEYO?!" Mai exclaimed in shock, "Not that I don't see why you might get into them. It's just that they are the least interested in a relationship. Plus there's whatever they have with Fushiguro-kun. I mean-"

Mai was then elbowed by Momo in a 'hey, stop talking' type of way

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, nothing hehe." 

"Come on you two, I literally told you my crush~" Yue pouted making the other three giggle

Miwa decided to save Yue some grace and invited them to her room to hang out to Yue's relief.

---------------------------------------------------

Even before Hideyo walks into Gakuganji's office, they already know what they are here for. It is the main thing they reported about.

That presence they sensed in Osaka was similar to the supposedly deceased Suguru Geto. 

They never believed the curse user died because they were with Ieri the entire day after recovering from a sprained arm. That day was just Shoko disposing of the corpses of fallen sorcerers and healing wounded ones. 

Not a single mention of Suguru Geto was heard that day in the clinic. They would carry that thought to the grave, mainly for Gojo's sake and sanity.

It also doesn't help that the curse user became a taboo topic in Jujutsu society. He was a special-grade Jujutsu sorcerer known for being respectful and kind to everyone he worked with. 

To have him leave Jujutsu High will leave a permanent mark on the school's ever-so-perfect reputation.

"Before you say anything, I will keep my silence. It's better for the both of us, anyways." Hideyo clarified as soon as they opened the doors to his office.

"Good to know we are on the same page, Kurosawa-san." The elder said curtly, "I also would like to inform you that your clan head contacted me. He saw that your combat performance has been plateauing and asked me to relay a message to you." 

Dread began to wear into Hideyo to the point they felt their heart tightening. They still kept up their signature poker face even though it was exhausting keeping it up for the entire day for everyone.

"He said, 'Our clan is known for our intelligence, wit and power. Your current progress is beneath our standards. Ask them to stop wasting time on trivial matters and focus on what is important, our clan's future. Do reflect on his words. You are dismissed, Hideyo Kurosawa."

With a nod, Hideyo stiffly made their way out of the office. When they finally closed the doors, they placed their soundproof headphones on their head and walked to their room.

They stayed silent while walking back to their room. And when they entered, they locked the doors and closed the curtains. They even double-checked in case they forgot.

As soon as they felt everything was in order, they slumped against the wall. The courteous filter is long gone, only a thousand-yard stare. 

"Fuck," Hideyo breathed out as they buried their head in their hands. Everything felt hazy and numb to them like there was a chain wrapped around their neck.

Not knowing what to do, Hideyo picked up their phone to dial him. The only person they could trust with their problems.

“Hello… Megumi, are you free?”

[asirensrage]

I am in need of whatever comfort drabbles you are willing to share; sadness be damned! Lay it on me!

Have I told you how much I adore people indulging me? Thank you to you and to @starlit-epiphany for doing so. <3

As mentioned, it involves an oc, nanami kento and gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen. I don’t have a fic planned, it was just a scene that was in my head and needed to be written so I could move on lol

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: PG

Warnings: mention of/reference to child abuse.

It bounces between a couple povs. Implied future Nanami x oc

She pushes against it, watching as no matter how hard she tries, she can’t touch him. The feeling wells up before she can ever stop it and before she knows it, she’s punching at the space in frustration and anger. She finally stops as she collapses, bursting into tears. 

--

His grin fades and he glances around, looking for someone to save him. He’s never been good with crying. Her friend was going to kill him.

“Hey hey hey,” he crouches down. “It’s okay. No one’s been able to touch me.” He means it to be comforting, to tell her she’s not weak for it, but it just makes her cry more. Shit. He didn’t want that. Gojo hovers, unsure of what to do. 

“It’s not you,” she chokes out. She wipes her eyes furiously as if she’s trying to erase the fact that she’s still crying. “Sorry.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I? Can I get something? Someone? What about your friend? Where is she?” 

She laughs slightly but she doesn’t move and Gojo is still panicking. She finally sits down on the side of the walkway they had been fooling around on. He was just showing off. He didn’t intend for any of this. He sits down next to her. He’s an asshole, but only to those who deserve it like the higher-ups. Not girls who get drawn into this world by accident. 

“You okay?”

She shakes her head but doesn’t explain and Gojo just sighs. How’s he going to explain to her friend that he made her cry? That woman is going to be furious. Then again, he likes seeing her furious. There’s something about that righteous anger that just does things to him. …should he be concerned about that? Nah. 

“Gojo-san…is she crying?”

Gojo looks up in relief. Even if Nanami sounds pissed, at least it’s someone to take her off of his hands. “Nanamin!”

“What did you do?” 

“Me? Why do you think I did anything?”

The tall blond doesn’t dignify to give him a response. Instead, he strides forward and crouches in front of the woman. “Are you okay?” His voice is softer and Gojo can’t help but smile as he watches the two of them. He’s never known Nanami to show interest in anyone. It’s intriguing and fun. He can’t wait to tease him about it…when someone isn’t crying. Gojo takes the chance to disappear, confident that she’s taken care of now. 

--

She sighs in relief once she feels Gojo leave. Nanami hesitates before he sits down beside her. 

“Did he hurt you?” 

She shakes her head and wipes at the tears that are still falling. It shouldn’t hurt this much. “No, he was just…he was showing me the limitless thing, where no one can touch him.”

Nanami frowns slightly but doesn’t press for answers. He just waits. 

She doesn’t understand it, but she feels safe with him. Maybe it’s his presence, that steadfast reassurance that he gives off. It could also be the way that he actually sees her, that he doesn’t push for answers or demand she gets out of her comfort zone. As soon as she wants to leave a place, he finds her a way. 

“I just…it’s not fair,” her voice cracks and she pulls her knees to her chest. She wraps her arms around them, trying to make herself smaller as she buries her face in them. 

“There are many things in this life that are not. You will have to explain.” 

She chokes out a laugh and lifts her head. She doesn’t look at him. “It’s not fair,” she says again. “I could have…if I had been born with that, the ability to keep people from touching me…everything would have changed. It reacts naturally, right? Like it would out of fear? So when I was a kid it would have–” she cuts herself off. “They wouldn’t have touched me.”

Nanami goes still next to her. She curls up tighter as the realization of what she said sets in. She doesn’t like to tell people. It’s none of their business and anything they know can be used against her. 

“Who?” His tone is dark, demanding in a way that weirdly thrills her. She shoves that far down. 

“It doesn’t matter,” she says. “It’s not like they’re here. Besides, it was years ago.” 

He doesn’t move and she glances over, curious and afraid to see his reaction. She’s always hated telling people because of how different they’d see her. As if she was tainted somehow. The sight of his clenched jaw, the tension in his shoulders and the way he’s holding himself, as though he’s holding back from ripping out the spine of something, catches her attention. She sits up straighter.

“Nanami?” she calls him without thinking. “Are you okay?”

“Am I–?” he says it like he can’t believe she’s asking him that. “You just told me that and you’re asking if I’m okay?” 

She shrugs. “Yeah?” She wipes the tears off her face, finally having stopped crying at the sight of his rage. She’s never seen someone this angry before, at least not on her behalf. 

He lets out a ragged breath. “Forgive me,” he says. “I had no intention of startling you. This was not what I expected when I came across you.” 

She laughs slightly. “I know, it’s…it’s okay.” 

There’s an awkward silence that settles around them and Sai shifts slightly, trying to quell the urge to flee from him. Something tells her that he’d catch her and that…that’s terrifying. 

“May I ask you something?” 

“Hmm? Go ahead. Not like you don’t know the worst of me now.” 

He turns to her, eyes meeting hers. “It is not the worst of you,” he tells her. There’s that steadfast reassurance. It feels different though. “I do not know the details of what was done, but as you said, you were a child. There were those around you meant to protect you from such things. It is a failure on their part, not yours.” 

Her throat tightens. “Thank you.” 

He nods. 

“What…what did you want to ask me?” She’s hesitant now. It feels different between them all of a sudden. The dynamic has shifted and she’s left off-kilter. 

He sighs slightly, his gaze softening behind his glasses. “With all that has happened, how is it that you maintain…your joy? Where do you hold it all?”

“Oh!” she smiles slightly at that, taken by surprise. That was not what she expected. “Um…”  she looks out at the garden in front of them. “I didn’t use to. I used to be really angry at everything. I didn’t hold any expectations but regardless of what happens or what has happened in life, there are always moments where to find that joy. It doesn’t have to be anything big. It can be…the way leaves blow in the wind, hearing a child’s laughter, taking that first bite of something delicious or seeing the way the people you care about light up for whatever reason. There’s always joy to be found in the world. You just have to look for it.” She sniffles, breaking the serious tone of it all. She laughs before apologizing. 

Nanami is still staring at her but she can’t make out the expression behind his glasses. She thinks he’s trying not to smile but she can’t be too sure. Nanami holds his expressions tightly, like she does hers. 

“Remarkable.”

“Hmm?” She asks, looking back at him. 

He stands up, offering her a hand. “Come. You should drink some water after crying.” 

“Okay,” she takes his hand and can’t help but feel how tight his grip is and the strength he uses to pull her up easily. She wonders what it would be like to have it on her waist before she shoves that thought down. Imagining is all good, but she doesn’t react well to it in reality. Maybe it would be different…now that he knows. 

He doesn’t let go right away and when he does, his hand moves to the small of her back, ushering her in the right direction. Something releases in her chest. It’s the same careful way he’s always treated her. Nothing has changed. 

you know how i said this was sad but kind of comforting? this is why lol don't ask me how my brain works but I could just sense he'd be that steadfest reassurance that everything would be okay.

I'd also get the sense that this scene would be in the same 'verse but much much later

[pmpmyread]

Birthday Reflections

A/N: My humble ode to the inimitable, the blueprint, the OG: Kento Nanami! Happiest of birthdays to him 🩵 WC: 2.6k Read on AO3

Not for lack of trying not to, Kento Nanami often found himself becoming deeply reflective in the days leading up to his birthday.

An odd configuration of feelings that mixed nostalgia and unease crept at the surface, and typically came to a head in the form of a mental scrapbook of faded, yet persistent images of the small celebration thrown by the classmates that formed his inseparable, tight-knit friend group of young Jujutsu sorcerers in-training, years prior. 

Visions all coalesced into what had become his most memorable birthday to date; a lively Yu Haibara who’d donned a matching sash with Nanami, one that he’d worn as a compromise to convince his fellow first-year classmate that it was ‘not as embarrassing’ as Nanami had believed; a young Satoru Gojo, who wore a party hat and behaved as though it was his own birthday; the colorful decorations that Shoko Ieri had meticulously hung up; of a gentle Suguru Geto who made sure to document the entire event through the lens of his flip phone camera, emblematic of the mid-2000s era it belonged to.

The noteworthiness of this particular gathering was not so much borne of the event itself as it was from the era of halcyon days that it punctuated. Being the young broody teen that he was at the time, Nanami had not been fond of the attention the party had garnered him, dismissing the entire affair as being “too loud and unnecessary”. It was only years later, after it occurred to him that this occasion had marked one of the last few times that they were all gathered together, that he looked back at the moment with a newfound fondness and appreciation.

His first few birthdays following the fateful spring that saw Haibara’s death, Geto’s defection and everything that had ensued had not been easy. As the years went on and as he patrolled the fault line between youth and adulthood, Nanami’s anger and frustration never disappeared but eventually faded as he exited the world of sorcery and focused on building a future for himself, gradually growing more resilient and forward-looking in his endeavors. This held for most of the time.

But around this time of year, nothing could inoculate him from the urge to mentally gravitate towards the past.

One evening, years into his corporate finance career, Nanami found himself working overtime on a particularly complex portfolio rebalancing strategy, one he had to push through the finish line ahead of the opening bell on the New York Stock Exchange. Given the difference in time zones and knowing that he’d also have to monitor the US markets way into their trading hours, he’d reluctantly resigned himself to the abhorrent idea of yet another necessary all-nighter.

It was about half past eleven when the retired sorcerer trekked through the now empty ritzy office space to one of the washrooms to freshen up ahead of his long night, returning to his desk with a large chocolate chip oatmeal cookie he’d retrieved from the vending machine along with a damp cloth which he placed over his closed eyes as he slightly tilted his chair back in a last-ditch effort to stave off the last vestiges of a stress-induced migraine.

He came awake with a start when the distinctive chime of his computer’s email notification rang in three short succession. He blinked away his drowsiness and brought the market clock that hung over his corner desk into focus, confirming that he had inadvertently dozed off for nearly half an hour and that the clock had just struck midnight. He groggily logged back into his system and read the three subject lines that had just graced his inbox:

Celebrate your birthday with our new offer […]

Happy birthday, Nanami-san! Enjoy an extra 20% off […]

Redeem your birthday gift with any purchase over ￥100,000 […]

A dry, humorless laugh escaped him.

While Nanami had been aware of his birthday being around the corner, the chaos of this particular work assignment had completely taken over his life, as he mentally juggled about a million different priorities in his mind, the current exact date not being one of them.

The unsavory juxtaposition of the moment was not lost on him; here he was, stuck at his desk working tirelessly to support a severely inequitable capitalistic system, all the while this very same system, through the means of tacky automated marketing messages that were as intrusively personalized as they were impersonal, served as the only reminder of his birthday, in an attempt to have him feed his hard earned money back into it.

This couldn’t be it.

He distractedly unwrapped the cookie he’d brought to his desk earlier, bringing it to hover over his lips before stalling his movement as an idea crossed his mind. He carefully placed the treat on top of its wrapper on his desk and dug around one of his drawers until he produced a small box of matches.

In a silent act of reclamation, Nanami lit up one of the matches, awkwardly placing the makeshift candle at the center of his cookie, shutting his eyes briefly in a quiet promise to himself. With a single blow of his breath, he traded the small flame for the slow, proverbial one forming within him.

This fire grew into a full-fledged blaze just a few weeks later, when he rid a poor bakery worker of the flywheel that had tormented her for weeks on end, marking his first exorcism since he’d bowed out of the sorcery life. As he scrolled down his phone to retrieve Satoru Gojo’s contact information, preparing to take a step back into a world he’d staunchly disavowed years ago, he recalled the earnest wish he’d uncharacteristically made over his mock birthday cookie.

He would not spend another birthday out of place.

“Gojo-san, I’m asking you for the last time to exit my personal space,” Nanami said through gritted teeth as he shifted on his seat to put some distance between the two.

Gojo had tracked Nanami down by the campus’ gates, just as he was heading home after a long work week, dragging him to a bar for evening drinks. He’d cited an “important work-related update” he’d wanted to share with him. In true Gojo fashion, the silver-haired sorcerer had slung his arm over his former classmate, sitting too close to Nanami’s comfort as he blabbed on about everything except the topic that was supposed at hand.

“Come on, don’t be like that Nanamiiin, just answer me! It’s almost been a year since you joined Jujutsu Tech, surely you can now tell me what made you return.”

Nanami fixed the drink in his hand as he pondered the question. He still hadn’t responded to Gojo, not so much because he didn’t want to, but mainly because he himself didn’t have a clear answer.

On one hand, he certainly did not regret his decision; he could already draw a direct connection between effort and positive impact in the work that Jujutsu sorcerers were involved in, an unequivocal contrast to anything he’d ever worked on during his stint in his former career.

On the other hand, it had not taken long for him to be reintroduced to many of the reasons he had originally left this field of work; the ineffective leadership, the dangerous circumstances, and the flagrant use of novice students as labor were few of the many reasons that both tempted him to leave but ultimately compelled him to stay.

He’d found a compromise that suited him, managing to strike a balance between active duty and instruction, taking on a few graduating students who shadowed him on some of his assignments under his wing. One of them, Ino Takuma, had shown a lot of promise, inspiring Nanami to tap into the mentor who lived not too far beneath his surface, in a development that surprised even himself. In that sense, in what he still insisted on delineating as being nothing more than a job, he’d found a semblance of purpose.

Gojo came into his view, inching his face closer to his as he remained unrelenting in his line of questioning. “Or should I be asking who made you return?” He asked in a surreptitious tone.

“It would certainly not be you, if that’s what you’re implying,” Nanami flatly replied, leaning away from his colleague.

“Come on, Nanami! Really, if you missed me, just say that! It will be our secret!”  He winked at Nanami who rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time.

Gojo chortled in response, taking a sip of his soda, before continuing, “In all seriousness though, we need you, so I do hope you find your place here.”

“I’d first have to define what that place is,” he replied, his thought slipping out before he could catch it in a moment of unintended candor.

Gojo went quiet for a moment, pensive. “You know something? I think I may have just the thing for you.”

Nanami eyed him suspiciously, annoyance transfiguring into curiosity as he took note of the unusually serious expression Gojo bore.

“Is that so? And would this “thing” have to do with why you asked me to meet you tonight?”

“Well… yes and no! I’ll have more on that next week.” Gojo returned to his convivial demeanor as he leaned back in his seat, waving someone over in the distance. Nanami turned around, spotting Ino and Shoko in the distance.

Gojo lightly punched his arm as he exclaimed, “Tonight we celebrate your birthday, Nanamin!”

“So you tricked me. We’re still two days away from July third, by the way.”

“Tell me this, then. Had I been honest, would you really have accepted to come out with us for your birthday, which you’ve always refused to observe, and on a precious Sunday, no less?

“No, you’re correct in assuming that I wouldn’t be inclined to do so.”

“See? I know you too well, Nanami!”

When their two colleagues finally reached their table, Shoko spoke first.

“Takuma-kun here was my final patient of the day. As soon as I let the word of our after-work birthday drinking plans slip, he proceeded to stalk me all the way here,” she said impassively, before turning to Ino, “Takuma-kun, are you even old enough to drink?”

“I’d drink saltwater if it means not missing out on Nanami-san’s birthday gathering!” He exclaimed, throwing up a defiant fist.

Nanami sighed deeply to which Gojo threw his head back in laughter.

The small group spent the rest of the evening sharing the latest about their respective areas and just catching up in general, in a cozy moment of decompression that Nanami only realized he’d hungered for several hours in.

At the end of the evening, Nanami thanked both Ino and Shoko, both of whom left ahead, before turning to Gojo, “Thank you, Gojo-san. As much as it was not necessary, I appreciate you putting this together.

“You can thank me by accepting the assignment I’m going to pawn off onto you, Nanami!”

“What do you mean by-”

“Too late, deal’s already locked in!” He called out, before teleporting off to god-knows-where.

Nanami sighed and shook his head, exasperated but somewhat content. He wouldn’t admit it then, but knowing that he had colleagues, friends with whom he could decompress with had proven to be quite refreshing, and helped reinforce the idea that he had indeed, inched closer to finding his place.

It was no later than the following Monday evening, at the very same bar, that Gojo had followed up on his promise, sharing with Nanami the intricate details of the Ryomen Sukuna file — and the 15-year-old teenager who had unfortunately been caught in the middle of it.

“Oi, Itadori, don’t you think you’re overdoing it?” Megumi Fushiguro came into view, grabbing Yuuji’s arm before he had the chance to add yet another party streamer that he’d transformed into a mock necklace to hang around Nanami’s neck.

“Just - let me do my thing, Fushiguro! You just don’t see the vision. Plus he said it was ok! Right, Nanamin?”

“Why are you speaking as though Nanami-san is not sitting right in front of you?” Nobara Kugisaki chimed in, pointing a finger at her classmate’s chest. “He clearly doesn’t like it and is too polite to say so. Exactly what vision are you referring to? You should be arrested by the fashion police!”

Nanami was leaning on the edge of a desk in an unused classroom that Yuuji and his friends had transformed into a modest gathering space. He suppressed an exasperated sigh at the scene unfolding before him, resolute in not being a damper on the birthday gathering Yuuji had not-so-subtly planned.

Nanami and Yuuji had recently completed a set of particularly challenging missions together, one that had tested the young student and his ability to control the King of Curses to their extreme limits. Nanami could sense that the ordeal had taken a toll on the young sorcerer despite his efforts to conceal it and that he could use a morale boost.

So when he’d caught wind of Yuuji’s scheming through some of the hints the boy had imprudently let slip through suspicious behavior such as making a big scene of hiding his phone screen whenever his mentor walked into a room or his aggressive elbowing of Megumi or Nobara whenever he spotted him making a selection at one of the school’s vending machines, Nanami mentally committed to the idea of tolerating the shenanigans if they could serve as said morale boost.

“It’s quite alright, Itadori-kun,” he stated, in an effort to defuse the otherwise escalating bickering between the two students. Just as he did, a loud unidentifiable crashing noise emanated from the campus kitchen which was situated just a few doors over, followed by the very identifiable voice of Gojo in the distance, “Oops! That definitely wasn’t supposed to happen!”

 Yuuji’s eyes widened in dread. “What the hell is he doing in there?!”

“I warned you about delegating any kind of responsibility to him, Itadori.” Fushiguro stated plainly as the trio rushed out of the room towards the source of the commotion, leaving Nanami alone with his thoughts.

Nanami had braced himself for a most ostentatious event but was pleasantly surprised. The attentiveness of the students that reflected in every detail, from the selection of pastries from Nanami’s favorite bakery, to the gifted sequel of a book he’d been scarcely chipping away at during rare moments of downtime, right down to the temperate sounds of ambient piano that played over a wireless speaker, catered to preferences he’d never explicitly made perceptible, was as touching as it was revealing. 

In the time that separated his two birthdays as a full-time sorcerer, through the increasing scope of his mentoring role, particularly of Yuuji, Nanami had found his stride in a nuanced approach, one whereby he could teach and apply the practical rules but not the twisted principles that underpinned the Jujutsu world; instructing the next generation of sorcerers all the while staunchly defending their childhoods was his own rebellious act against a system that otherwise regarded its youth as little more than weapons, one he could only hope would be met with success.

A portion of a streamer detached from a wall, slowly tumbling down to the ground, catching Nanami’s eye. It bore a resemblance to the ones Shoko had hung up, over a decade ago, in a classroom not dissimilar to this one. While parallels between the memory ingrained into his mind and the current moment drew themselves, the man at the center of both could not have been more changed.

Yuuji viewed this celebration as being his small token of gratitude for his beloved mentor, who, in turn, considered it to be so much more; in organizing this, Yuuji and his friends had, unbeknownst to them, managed to bring to life a manifestation of the notion that Nanami was exactly where he belonged, helping to build a brighter future for Jujutsu High.

And that in itself, was a gift that he would reflect on for the many years to come.

Thanks for reading! If you're so inclined, check out my other Nanami fic: Bento Box Blunder!

[saatorubby]

the lakes

synopsis: you won’t die, not on their watch.

a/n: hi hi, i’m starting to write for jjk too! so i hope to you all like this. and i’m trying a new style? actually putting in effort? I’m actually so ill about these two divorced gay boys who broke up in front of kfc. also bunch of different taylor swift song references, bare with me, it has consumed my soul.

genre: angst, fluff, pre-est relationship in flashback, kinda situationship in flashbacks? but make it deep cause its satosugu, and they’re stupid.

pairing: satosugu x reader

warnings: gore (mild), death and murder (in reference to hidden inventory arc), depression (lowkey).

I: 2008

You were dying. It was the plain and simple fact.

You might’ve tried to convince yourself that it’d turn out fine if it wasn’t for the gaping wound in your stomach. It was less a wound and more a hole.

You think you saw your rib cage poking out.

You were already feeling light headed, on the verge of passing out. If it went like this, you reckon you don’t have more than half an hour.

You pull out your phone, taking a minute to linger on the photo set as your Lock Screen. It was of you and your lovers, Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto, often dubbed as the strongest. If you’d had a dying wish, it would be to see them once more. But the world was a cruel, cruel place.

You slumped back on the wall as your mind flashed back to when everything went so wrong.

You were sitting in the backseat of the car, which was being driven by one of your old friends, ichiji, making small talk with him. Lately you hadn’t had time to devote to your friends. It had been a busy year.

“y/n-san?” Ichiji called after he saw you zone out, looking outside the window of the car, absent-mindedly admiring the scenic view of the countryside Tokyo. “We’re here.” He stated.

You zoned back in and nodded to Ichiji, thanking him for taking you out on this far, almost a half-day trip. You stepped out of the sleek black car.

You faced the apperent ‘haunted’ house. It was fairly big, could’ve passed as a mansion, if it wasn’t in such a shabby shape.

It was battered as if no one had lived in it for decades, which they probably hadn’t. The wood that would’ve been previously stately, were now rotten and unsightly.

You scrunched your nose in disgust, the smell of the dead never really leaves the house.

With a heavy sigh, you entered, ready to get this done and over with so you could go back to your stupid dumbasses and give them the date you promised.

You entered, the creek of the door was as ominous as ever. It was surprising that it was even hanging from from the hinges, judging by the condition. The inside of house was no better.

The walls were mossy, damp, and rotting. There was rubble in the ground from some places, with no roof, indicating the fallen ceiling.

This is one of the worst place you’ve worked in. But you’ve worked in worse. So you closed your eyes and sensed for its cursed energy. Everyone leaves residual, some people can hide it -like Suguru- but most can’t, and considering it’s a first grade, it probably can’t.

And bingo, you found-

A splatter sound was heard and something collided with your head, you pushed your arm, towards your head, and there it was, the red sticky substance of life, pouring out of your head

You turned around, eyes widened in surprise. It was not just the first grade.

Shit.

Now, you’ve somehow managed to defeat it, slumped on the same mossy and damp wall the one you scrunched your nose at earlier, with your legs splayed out, one hand clutching on your wound -the one on your stomach- holding it tightly, and in the other hand, your phone, displaying the picture of your two loves.

Ah, you really wished you could see them.

The picture was of a late-night adventure where all of you went to get ice cream. Satoru is grinning widely, with his signature peace sign and Suguru has an annoyed expression, no doubt due to some stupid comment passed by Satoru, though the softness of his eyes betrayed him, with a middle finger pointed at the camera. You were between them, taking the picture, with a smile on your face.

You smiled at them, tracing their faces on your phone before you felt the black spots appearing in your vision.

You had a feeling it’d end up like this. It always does, for people in your line of work. You just wished for what everyone wished for, a little more time.

Oh how you wished to go to the lakes where all the poet’s went to die. But as you thought, the world was a cruel, cruel place.

The phone in your hand slipped.

And so did you.

II: 2007

It’s been more than a year since you got to know those weirdos in your grade and the pretty girl. Satoru, Suguru and Ieiri.

Blue eyes and bangs. That’s what you called them. Or well, used to until it turned into a pretty, soft-spoken, Satoru and Suguru. The journey from former to latter wasn't a long one but you sometimes wonder whether you've known them for twenty seconds or twenty years.

Satoru was an exhilarating fresh breeze on your face on a windy day, full of adventure and new experiences and Suguru was the warmth of soft sun on a beach, relaxing and familiar. Satoru was your twenty seconds and Suguru was twenty years.

it had been a month since Riko Amanai died.

You think something in you died when you saw that child die. And those claps, that fucking sound haunted your ears still. The booming sound of the gun fired by toji fushiguro, the claps, and the innocent trip to the beach just a day before, it makes you sick to your stomach.

Because it wasn't just a child who had died, that child was your friend.

You think you're spiraling.

Every day is a routine. You wake up, greet your friends half-heartedly, go exorcise curses, come back late, and go straight to bed, not having enough energy to deal with anything or anyone.

You know Suguru is not well. You think you should talk to him. Satoru, he'll survive.

Maybe you're being too harsh, but this is all Satoru has ever known, what he was ever taught. He doesn't know how normal people live, or the joys of having a normal life. He won't do anything stupid.

Suguru knows how normal people live. And in their lives, children aren't murdered brutally.

But you want Satoru to explore normal life. Coffee in the morning, sweet spoken, sleepy mumbles, sunlight through the window pouring in the room, and writing their names on each other's backs.

You want him to explore all that. With you and Suguru.

So you've decided. Enough is enough. No more moping. You will do anything to keep this small family you've built with your friends.

I: 2008

Blinding white lights, thats all you saw as you first felt conscious. Maybe, you died for real this time, no second chances huh? But as it seems, eternal rest was not what destiny planned for you.

You open your eyes, blinking to get used to the flash of light. It was already giving you a headache. You groaned.

You heard panicked shouts and bustling, as a melodious female voice entered your ears to calm the other two distressed male ones.

You recognized them. Also, it means that you're in deep shit.

Regretting your choices and foreboding sleeping on the couch for a week, you open your eyes.

"Water." Croaking out that, sent you to a fit of cough, though, your savior appeared in the form of a rough set of hands that were holding you up, strong and tanned. Other, fairer, a bit lanky, but just as strong, held up a glass of after to your mouth, cupping your cheek to keep you in place.

You gulp down the water, reveling in the feeling of soothing cold water going down your dry throat.

You blink your eyes fully open, seeing the distraught faces of your lovers. Satoru, who was in front of you, holding an empty glass, looked like he'd been crying. His pretty eyes lined red.

Suguru, who after making sure you were sitting on the bed comfortably, came in front of you and sat down opposite Satoru. He didn't look much better, his face was unhealthy pale and he had bags under his eye.

You couldn't help but smile. Maybe the world isn't that cruel yet

"Hi." You croaked out, not being able to help a small bashful smile that made its way over to your face despite the graveness of the situation.

You were just so happy to see them.

"Hi, pretty." Satoru smiled in your direction. It was strained and wobbly, but even he couldn't hide the relief in his voice. He raised his hand and rested it on your cheek, caressing it.

Suguru came up and took your hands in his, softly squeezing them. "You scared us, baby." He said, gazing into your eyes with his misty ones.

"I'm sorry." Your hoarse voice groaned out, the smile was still ever-present on your face, though the feeling of remorse was there as well.

When you look at their faces, relieved and ridden of all the darkness, you think that maybe, maybe, you were able to save your family.

[violettelueur]

— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE FOUR || CURSE WOMB MUST DIE

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + ryomen sukuna + ijichi kiyotaka from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : swearing + violence + mention of blood + mention of poison + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 23 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 6.1k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : girl of steel

↳ next episode : curse womb must die II

↳ barista’s notes : i am back again with another episode of jujutsu kaisen everyone ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆ i hope you guys haven’t gotten bored with this whole series, to be honest i forgot how long they take to write since it is a whole epsiode i am trying to retell with a new character in ʕ �� ᴥ ㅇʔ ALSO i have created a masterlist for it as well as future stories i might write in the future! are you excited?  ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter

2.5 for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique

Destructive Curse Spell number one: Sho : 3:26-3:34

Binding Curse Spell number eighty-one: Danku : 3:03-3:07

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing

Shutting your dorm room door closed, you carefully wrapped yourself in the thin white cardigan you had brought out with you before quietly making your way outside the Jujutsu Tech dormitory wanting some form of fresh air due to your incapability to sleep for the time being.

As you began to walk around aimlessly, you quickly looked down upon your phone - nearly blinded by the brightness of the screen -  to find out that it was exactly 2 am making you come to the conclusion that everyone was probably asleep and that no one would find you out for the time being. 

To be honest, it wasn’t a surprise that you couldn’t sleep, it wasn’t like you never had these types of nights before. Although, they were becoming a bit more common than what you would have liked during your lifetime, especially at the age you were now where sleep was essential.

Finally making it to the track field (where you were supposed to be in the next few hours for training), you slowly crouched down to take a seat on the stone steps that lead to the tracks itself before cuddling into the warm cardigan since the light winds were slightly colder than what you have imagined.

‘It’s such a drag knowing that I have to be here, later on, to train with the second-years,’ you thought to yourself for a second before letting out a sigh of frustration, while running your hand through your hair as if it was some coping mechanism for the pending stress that was about to explode anytime soon.

“How long has it been?” you quietly uttered to yourself before looking onto the field as if there was something interesting insights or someone was going to answer your rhetorical question.

“A week? Two?” you continuously questioned yourself, before gently placing your hand on your upper arm as if you still felt the linger cursed technique you had used during the battle you had with him.

‘You possess such intellect, such skill, such power and such talent and yet you refuse to go against me with your full potential, are you mocking me?’

“Maybe,” you whispered your answer, before going back to the electronic device you had in your hand to open Spotify as you decided you needed something to fill up the silence with hint sounds of the wind, grasshoppers and passing cars that were surrounding you. 

However, before you could press play on the chosen song you deemed was quiet enough to play out loud, there was a sudden presence your felt from behind causing you to raise your index finger to hit them with some sort of curse spell to warn them only for a familiar voice to call out.

“It’s just me”

Turning your body around, you found a tall male with erratic hair standing behind you with a non-expressive face before looking down at the dog that was right beside him with what some people say a happy grin on its face. 

Turning back around, you shut your phone off before placing it in the pocket of your black joggers that you wore to bed, allowing the shikigami sorcerer to sit beside you with a gap while his divine dog took the opportunity to sit between the two bodies as it processed to rest it’s head on your shoulder, which you allowed since it was adorable not to deny.

“Can’t sleep?” you asked Fushiguro, as you processed to look onto the field while raising your hand to pet the dog’s head causing it to let out a happy sound before further resting itself upon your shoulder.

“Yeah..same for you?” Fushiguro then questioned, leading you to let out a hum in agreement to tell him you were in the same situation before silence took over between both you and him once again.

To be honest, the silence between you both wasn’t awkward at all, it surprisingly felt natural. Although, even if it was comfortable between you and Fushiguro, you both still have questions for each other, well rather Fushiguro had more questions for you than you had for him. 

He just didn’t know where to start.

“L/N?” Fushiguro called out quietly (so quiet that some people might not be able to hear), leading you to turn your head towards his direction while his divine dog’s head covered your vision slightly. “How strong are you?” he then asked, causing you to express a confused look before turning back to the track field in front of you as if you were trying to find the right response to answer his question as if it wasn’t an easy one to reply to.

“Not that strong,” you replied in a nonchalant tone, leading Fushiguro to look at you with widened eyes as your returned response didn’t make any sense to him. 

It really didn’t at all.

However, he didn’t have the strength to question your answer.

If he had listened to you back then, would your other classmate be alive with you all right now?

“Fushiguro?” you now called out causing the sorcerer to give you a hum informing you that he was listening in to what you had to ask or say. 

“How long has it been since that day?”

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The rain was currently pouring. However, it wasn’t too heavy nor was it too light but it was enough to make the mission that you, Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki were assigned to be eerier than it considered to be.

“Our window verified the curse womb three hours ago,” a man, who you recalled was named Ijichi Kiyotaka, mentioned before continued with, “once ninety per cent were successfully evacuated, they made the call to seal off the centre, citizens within a 500-metre radius has been evacuated, as well”.

‘Only ninety per cent? That means either the other ten are missing in there…..or dead’

“Ijichi-san, question,” Itadori stated before raising his hand as if he was in a classroom asking a teacher a question, “what’s a ‘window’ here?”

“A window is a member of Jujutsu Tech who can see curses, they aren’t sorcerers, though,” Ijichi explained as his arms were behind his back in a professional manner.

“Oh, okay,” Itadori muttered, as he understood the explanation that was given to him.

“Let’s continue,” Ijichi quickly stated as it seemed he had more information to be given to all four of you. 

“Detainee Block 2, at present, five detainees remain there with the curse womb, if this curse womb is the type that metamorphoses, we predict it will become a special-grade cursed spirit,” Ijichi announced in a serious tone causing you, Fushiguro and Kugisaki to express a stern look upon your faces.

‘Special-grade? Wouldn’t they make a special-grade sorcerer take the job instead of us? Unless….’

“Hey, so...I still don’t really understand what ‘special grade’ means,” Itadori expressed with an innocent face as he looked at the three of you leading Fushiguro and Kugisaki to give him the fed-up look, while you just shifted your eyesight at your classmate since you understood why he didn’t understand any of the terminologies that were thrown at him, your adoptive father wasn’t the best teacher when it came to non-practical work after all.

“Then allow me to explain it so even idiots can understand,” Ijichi stated as if he was calling Itadori an ‘idiot’ causing you to zone out of the quick lesson to look at the detention centre that was in front of everyone right now. From what you could sense, there was an overwhelming presence beginning to loom over from the building that the other sorcerers didn’t seem to feel causing you to look at Itadori will a worried expression since you knew he didn’t have control of the newfound cursed energy he had gained from eating Sukuna’s finger.

Looking around to make sure no one noticed you, you quietly went up to Itadori from behind before hovering your hand over the back of his neck before using your cursed energy for the spell you were trying to prepare for him in advance.

‘This should protect him for one hit if we come into a surprise attack, but there is nothing else I can do without the other’s noticing’ you thought in a frustrated mindset before silently taking a step back to where you were previous to make sure no one noticed that you had planted a protective spell on your classmate.

“That’s real bad!” Itadori shouted, causing you to zone back into the conversation that was in the process.

“Normally a jujutsu sorcerer on par with the cursed spirit would take on the mission. On a day like today, that would be Gojo-sensei,” Fushiguro explained into further detail, while Kugisaki seemed to now paint a worried expression on her face.

“I-I see,” Itadori stuttered as he looked at the erratic-haired sorcerer before looking around as he then asked, “so where is Gojo-sensei?” which made sense since none of the sorcerers in front of you had ever fought with a special-grade from what you could sense.

“Away on business,” Fushiguro answered in a serious tone, which caused Itadori to give him a confused look as he then stated, “he’s not someone who should be loafing around that school in the first place,”.

‘But that doesn’t explain why four first-years have been sent to deal with this situation...”

“Unfortunately, we’re constantly short-handed in this business, you’ll often have to undertake missions beyond your power,” Ijichi expressed as he pushed up his glasses. “The current case, however, is an abnormal one, and most urgent. Do not fight under any circumstances, if you encounter a special-grade, your options are to either run or die,” Ijichi then stated with a serious tone leading you to internally scoff at the warning he gave.

‘That’s easier said than done’

Even though you knew he cared about the safety of everyone that was preparing to go in, it was ridiculous to say to any sorcerer not to fight since once you knew once you encountered a curse, there was no way of getting out of the fight at all, you knew that from experience.

“Please just listen to your fears, do not forget that your mission here is strictly the verification and rescue of survivors,” Ijichi repeated.

“Sorry, but as we are talking those ‘survivors’ in there are most likely dead, there is only a one to five per cent chance that there are any survivors,” you commented with a straight face causing all three of your classmates to look at you with a surprised expression on what you just said, but before anyone could deny your statement.

“Excuse me! Excuse me, where’s Tadashi?!” a worried voice cried, causing everyone to look, only to find a woman waving her hand while guards tried to push her back, preventing her to come any closer to all of you.

“Is Tadashi...Is my son Tadashi all right?!” the woman asked in a panic, leading you to give her a sympathetic look before you slowly walked up to her with a calm expression on your face. 

‘If someone asks if someone is okay at the beginning of the mission, take it like a way a doctor calms down a patient or how a police officer informs the public about a case, dear. Imagine it from your perspective, you would want to know if I was okay, wouldn’t you?’

‘Yeah, I would mother’

“Ma’am, we are going inside to see if there is anyone else in the building, if we find your son, we will inform you as quickly as we can, is that okay with you?” you gently asked the worried mother since you needed to calm her down in the worst-case scenario that you, your classmates and she had to prepare for. 

Looking at you straight in the eye, she timidly nodded at you causing you to present her with a small smile to help calm her down further. “Please, I need you to step away for the time being since there is a possibility that someone has spread a poisonous gas throughout the centre, but I can not give you any more detail than I can offer,” you explained to her causing the mother’s expression to turned into a shocked one before dropping onto her knees as she grew numb.

“Please find my son,” she begged quietly as tears flowed down her face.

“We’ll try our best ma’am,” you answered her before turning back to your classmates as they looked at you with amazed faces since it seemed like you had done this a million times before - like a profession.

‘Let’s hope that one to five per cent change is in your favour’

“Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Gojo, we’re gonna save them!” Itadori announced in a determined tone causing everyone to turn to him with a determined expression on their faces.

“Of course we are,” Kugisaki answered.

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All four of you were now walking towards the entrance of Eushi Detention Centre’s Detainee Block 2 after you have given your black cloth bag that was holding your katana for Ijichi to hold since there was no need to hide the weapon anymore.

“Be careful,” Ijichi said, before raising his fingers to prepare the sleeve that was needed to consume the detention centre, so the outside world didn’t see what was going on inside.

Suddenly, a dark blue aura was cast onto the middle of the sky before slowly descending on all sides like a dome covering a plate of food causing the sky to darken to Itadori’s surprise.

“It’s becoming night!” Itadori shouted as he took a full preview of what was going on, leading Fushiguro to take a glance behind him to inform his obvious classmate that it was the veil Ijichi was placing.

“There’s a residential area nearby, so the barrier conceals us from the outside world,” Fushiguro explained, leading Itadori to express his amazement while Kugisaki gave him the irritated look as well comment since it was basic sorcerer knowledge to know what a veil was.

Suddenly, you heard a loud clap that echoed around the area causing you to look in the direction on where you heard it, only to see Fushiguro’s hands be in a position that was familiar to you.

“Demon Dog!” Fushiguro said before a shower suddenly took form from his to summon the white divine dog that you knew so well from the first time you met him to appear as it howled in response. “He’ll let us know if the curse gets close,” Fushiugro informed you all as the dog looked in his master’s direction.

“Oh, I see!” Itadori said in a light tone before he made his way towards the shikigami to pet it’s snow-white while chanting ‘good boy’ to it as he then expressed his gratitude for its support. However, it seemed like the dog was interested in something else as it stood up on its back legs to make its way towards you before whining as if it wanted something from you.

Looking down at the dog that was now staring at you with its yellow eyes, you couldn’t help but rub its head leading it to relish your affection that you were giving it as it moved it’s head further into your palm as if it can get more out of you.

“I think it’s time to go to Fushiguro don’t you think?” you asked the dog in a light tone, causing it to whine for a moment before going back to its master so it was prepared for the mission that it was about to undertake.

Pushing the door open, Fushiguro and Itadori were in front while Kugisaki and you were behind as everyone prepared themselves for what they were about to go into. “Let’s go,” Fushiguro stated before taking the first step leading the dog to follow in next as well for the rest of you.

However, before you took one step closer into the building you realised something was not what it seemed. From what you can recall, according to Ichiji, the building was said to be a two-story dorm and not the one, you were standing in front of right now, there was no possible way, it was too high up.

‘It’s not a maisonette, it’s too advanced for that,’ you thought as you continued to analyse the surroundings before concluding what you had dreaded, ‘it’s an incomplete Innate Domain, meaning the curse has already fully developed!”

“Hold up!” you shouted at the three sorcerers behind you causing them to pause before turning to look at you, only to find you staring up which led them to do the same leading them to realise why you had halted their movements in the first place.

“Right now, we’re in the middle of the development of an Innate Domain! Is there a door behind me?” you asked in a panic, causing everyone to look at you, only to discover the door had disappeared.

“Th-The door’s gone!” Itadori mentioned in a surprised tone causing you to look at him with widened eyes before turning around to only discover he wasn’t lying to you at all.

‘Shit! How the hell am I going to get everyone back safely? They don’t know how to deal with a special grade from what I can tell, let alone an incomplete Innate Domain’

“How?! We just came in through here, didn’t we?!” Kugisaki mentioned in a stutter as she pointed at the direction where the door should have been while Itadori nodded at her with a few cold sweats dripping down his face.

“What do we do? Ah, what do we do about this?” Itadori and Kugisaki sang as they danced in circles, in a way trying to ease their stress and the tension that came along with the whole situation nearly causing you to giggle at the sight.

“It’ll be fine, the dog remembers the scent of the entrance,” Fushiguro interrupted as he looked annoyed at the two dancers, while the mentioned dog looked back to check on everyone.

“Oh, my~” Itadori and Kugisaki warmheartedly expressed before they started to pet the dog once their mood was lifted with them shouted how they were going to give him jerky later and how much of a ‘good boy’ it was, letting the dog once again relish in the attention that it was being present with.

“You are way too calm!” Fushiguro angrily expressed at two since the mood didn’t match the setting they were in at all.

“You really are dependable, Fushiguro!” Itadori expressed with a grin causing Fushiguro to snap out of his anger. “Thanks to you, we’ll be able to recuse people and save ourselves, too!” Itadori then commented, leading Fushiguro to look at the ground before you suddenly decided to take the first step of carrying on since you were being cautious with the three other sorcerers with you.

‘How long has it been since I faced a special-grade in a fight?’

“Let’s keep moving,” the shikigami user commanded in a stern voice since he saw you making the first way through, letting the other two know that they needed to start moving as well.

While walking, there were the eerie echoes of your footstep causing you to wonder where the actual curse was before entering what seemed to be the centre of the domain. However, you suddenly paused leading the other three to wonder why you came to a halt before looking at the sight that you were looking in the direction of.

Being the first one to react, Itadori rushed to what seemed to be someone’s body - well half of it - and maybe as the second victim since there was a full skeleton that was seemed to be curled up in an excruciating way next to the main body causing you to give your condolences to whoever the person was before observing the area around you to make sure the mention special-grade curse wasn’t near at all.

“Atrocious,” Kugisaki commented in disgust as she stared at the corpses insight.

“That’s...three people, right?” Fushiguro questioned as he quickly took note of how many more victims or survivors there could be - if there were any at this point.

Crouching down, Itadori didn’t answer his classmate’s question, as he then tugged on the detention centre’s dark blue uniform to check the person’s identification, only to realise something that he didn’t want to happen.

“Let’s take this body back,” Itadori suddenly stated, causing confusion to rise within the group since they didn’t know what caused the salmon-haired boy to comment something like that.

“Huh?” Kugissaki asked in confusion.

“It’s that woman’s son,” Itadori regretfully stated, causing you to close your eyes before letting out an internal sign of disappointment before coming to the realisation that you weren’t really surprised at the outcome.

‘Sorry, Ma’am, it seemed the one to five chance wasn’t with you for today’

“But…” Kugisaki slowly stuttered out before being interrupted by Itadori as he then explained that the victim’s face wasn’t mangled and that they still had to give the body back to the mother since it wouldn’t be hard to accept that fact without the body, yet before he could carry on with the plan he was unexpectantly coming up with, he felt someone pull him back by the hood causing him to be surprised at the sudden movement.

“We have to find and verify two more, leave that body behind,” Fushiguro once again commanded, which caused Itadori to shout at him back as he didn’t understand why the body should be left behind.

“Quit joking around! We turned around, and the way we got in here was gone! We won’t be able to come back for it later!” Itadori stated.

“I didn’t say come back for it! I said to leave it behind!” Fushiguro argued back in the same volume of tone, trying to make Itadori understand the situation that they were in and it was not possible to bring the body back at all - there was no point to him. “I have no intention of risking my own life to save someone I had no intention of saving in the first place!” Fushiguro frustratingly stated, only leading Itadori to grab his collar in return as a way to rebuke.

“No intention of saving him? What do you mean?!” Itadori asked in a perplexed tone, confused on what Fushiguro meant when it was their mission to save the remaining survivors that might be in the centre right now.

“This is a juvenile detention centre, Jujutsu sorcerers are granted access to all information about the scene beforehand,” Fushiguro declared before continuing his explanation by stating, “this Okazaki Tadashi hit a little girl on her way home from school while driving without a license, it was his second offence of driving without a license,” leading Itadori to look at his friend in vexation and surprise at the news he was receiving about the man he was going to ‘save’.

“I know you’re stuck on saving lots of people and guiding them to proper deaths, but what are you going to do when someone you saved kills someone else in the future?” Fushiguro asked with a stern tone trying to make his point of view understandable to the boy in front of him.

“Then why did you bother saving me?!” Itadori cried out, as a way to rebuke his statement due to the situation of him being the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna, only to gain nothing but silence from the shikigami user in front of him as he tightened the grip on the collar he was grabbing.

“Oi stop being such drags, I didn’t come to Jujutsu Tech to hear your reasons for being a jujutsu sorcerer, get moving!” you demanded in a menacing tone before unhooking your katana that was secured on your lower back horizontally, preparing to use the weapon to separate them.

“Cut it out! Christ, what are you two doing?! You’re both idiots” Kugisaki shouted in equal frustration with you, as she made her way towards the two boys with her fists in the air.

“Think about the time and place if you-”

However, before she could continue the angry rant, she was suddenly sucked into the floor causing you to quickly react by trying to grab her hand, only to be too late when she was fully consumed into the hole that was created.

“Kugisaki?” Itadori called out in confused, only for Fushiguro to become shocked at the new situation that had occurred before turning forwards to see the sudden and dreadful outcome of his divine dog that was supposed to detect if any curses were near leading you to look at the same direction before suddenly feeling a presence of what you should have felt earlier.

‘If those two drags didn’t distract me with their argument, we shouldn’t have to worry about our wellbeing right now!’

“Itadori! L/N! We’re running, we’ll search for Kugisaki la-” Fushiguro panic before you suddenly screamed at both of them.

“DON’T MOVE!” you screamed, once you suddenly made eye contact on the curse that was standing right in near them, causing you to grip on your katana tighter as all three of you stayed completely still while you were coming up with a plan to see if you could put a distance between the curses and your classmate.

Suddenly, you saw Itadori’s shaky hand reach over to his weapon as he unleashed it from the leather casing before violently swinging it to cut the curse in some way, only for the sudden decapitation of his hand to be the result of his attempt causing massive amounts of blood to spill like a fountain.

“Itadori?” Fushiguro's voice shook while you were in the opposite of that mood right now.

Swiftly, you slide your feet around, landing between the boys before raising your katana making sure the tip on the black wooden casing was pointing at the special-grade curse’s face. 

“Destructive Curse Spell number one: Sho,” you chanted, causing your curse energy to travel from your arms to the length of your sword before a small shot of cursed energy to thrust its force against the curse’s face leading it to be violently pushed back against the concrete wall before turning towards Itadori with an angered expression, “I told you not to move and you decide to go against me!” you screamed in frustration before quickly turning back to look at the direction on where the special grade was flung in a confused but equally concentrated manner.

‘That curse spell isn’t even that strong, it’s my weakest, yet it managed to make it fly across the room, is it really a special grade by nature…..or did it eat something?’

“I can’t escape after it’s gotten this close! Hey, Sukuna! If I die, you die too, right?” Itadori determinedly asked, causing you to look at him with a startled expression.

‘Does this guy have a death warrant? Are you even listening to me?!’

“If you don’t want that, then help me out!” Itadori commanded leading you to further look at him like he was the craziest person in the world right now.

“Are you stupid?!” you screamed, only for Itadori to ignore you as Sukuna’s eye and mouth appeared on his cheek.

“Nope! Even if the parts of me inside you die, there are eighteen other fragments of my soul. Still, irritatingly enough, I don’t have control of this body, if you want to switch, go ahead and switch,” Sukuna taunted as he continued with his threats, “but once you do, I’ll kill that brat before the cursed spirit can, then I’ll go for that woman, she’s a lively one, I’ll have fun with her then I’ll go to her right there, she seemed like someone that knows how to fight,” leading you to place your weapon inches away from his eye.

“Stop talking, you’re making me lose concentration Sukuna,” you stated in a nonchalant tone before going back to find an explanation on why your cursed technique managed to give so much force to the special grade that was now starting to stand back up on its feet.

“I’m not going to let you do that!” Itadori declared in an inflamed tone, only for the King of Curses to taunt back without any hesitation.

“I bet! But if you’re too focused on me, your friends are gonna die,” Sukuna teased, causing you to look at the small eye and mouth with an annoyed look on your face.

“I said stop talking, you’re making me lose concentration,” you threateningly stated, only to suddenly realise that the special-grade was about to attack once again, leading to your cursed energy to flow from the palm of your hands to the tip of your fingers as your placed you left hand up like you were stopping someone.

“Binding Curse Spell number eighty-one: Danku!” you chanted, leading to the familiar large rectangular defensive wall to form in front of you, Itadori and Fushiguro, protecting you from cursed energy that the special-grade it was about to attack you with, but the concrete that wasn’t behind the wall didn’t seem to survive since the concrete turned into debris leaving evidence of its strength for you and Fushiguro to observe.

‘Pure cursed energy? So it doesn’t have any cursed techniques….ah what a drag…’ you concluded before turning to Fushiguro only to see him with widened eyes to that attack causing you to predict that he also thought the same thing as you.

“Fushiguro! Fushiguro! Fushiguro!” Itadori yelled out, trying to get the skikigami user’s attention before his third call caught his awareness as he turned to look at the screaming boy. “Take L/N and Kugisaki and get out of here!” Itadori demanded, causing you to look at him once again with an astonished look on your face, yet before you could grab his red collar in a way to argue his point, Itadori continued with, “I’ll keep this one bust until you three are out, as soon as you’re out, give me some kind of signal and once you do...I’ll switch with Sukuna,” to which Fushiguro screamed at his reckless plan. However, you were too focused on the curse in front of you, wondering why it was considered a special-grade then it took some sort of damage from a weak technique of yours.

As of right now, the curse seemed to be enjoying itself even when you managed to damage it and deflect its attack with two simple cursed spells. There was no point in letting your katana out of its wooden casing, it wouldn't be able to take the damage but there was the situation with Kugisaki being somewhere in the building as well, so there was a risk of taking your weapon out.

‘It’s definitely ate something, but what? There is a chance that it is Sukuna’s finger but that’s rare, besides it seemed like the fool hasn’t sensed anything from it to be his finger’

However, before you could even prepare your next attack to exorcise the curse to end the life and death situation Itadori and Fushiguro were in, you surprisingly felt someone grab your wrist before pulling you away from the battle that you had started leading you to look at the culprit to find out it was Fushiguro, who was dragging you away from the situation.

“What are you doing?!” you shouted before trying to pry your hand away from his grasp, only for him to tighten his hold in a way to not let you escape.

“We’re running, we need to find Kugisaki before giving Itadori the signal to get out of there,” Fushiguro explained in a stressed manner leading you to scream back at him on the thoughtless decision that had been made without your input.

“Are you crazy? You need to take back Itadori and let me fight that curse Fushiguro, he won’t be able to survive at all!” you yelled out in anger.

“Are you the crazy one? We don’t know what grade sorcerer you are and you want to exorcise that thing?!” Fushiguro argued back.

“So what makes Itadori capable? He doesn’t know how to control cursed energy or any techniques, TAKE ME BACK!” you panicked, only for his grip to tighten more at your comment of going back.

No one words were exchanged.

                                            ꕥ

Within a flash, you and Fushiguro managed to grab Kugisaki before she was devoured by the curse she was fighting against while both of you were trying to find her.

At this current moment in time, you were outside the exit with Kugisaki in Ijichi’s arm, Fushiguro on the floor tired from running while you were standing behind the other divine dog that was giving Itadori the signal. However, even though you knew the signal was for Itadori to switch with Sukuna, you were conflicted on the idea leading your body to move forward towards the entrance to enter again. 

However, you were stopped by the black dog using its body to push you back, once it was done with the signal it was giving to Itadori.

“Stop it!” Fushiguro stated as he stood up to put his arm in front of you to prevent you from moving forward. However, you were angry, pissed off and frustrated at this point.

“You should have listened to me, you drag!” you screamed at him before gripping the arm that was blocking your path. However, while you were looking at the erratic-haired sorcerer with pure rage in your eyes, Fushiguro was startled about the immense amount of cursed energy that was surrounding you as he was shocked that he didn’t notice it earlier when he had met you, it was alarming and intimidating to him as he didn’t even stand a chance to dominant his over you, it extended in power and strength than he had ever thought it would have.

How did you hide it so well?

                                             ꕥ

Currently, you were at the gated entrance to the Eushi Detention Centre, where you had laid Kugisaki down at the back seats of the car before closing the door to stand in the rain with Fushiguro - much to your annoyance.

“Please explain the evacuation area to ten kilometres,” Fushiguro stated in a serious tone since he didn't know what could happen next since Itadori was still inside the building. Expanding the evacuation area was the best thing to do right now.

“What about you and Gojo?” Ijichi asked in a worried tone as he turned to look at you both through the gap on the window of his car.

“We’ll wait here for Itadori to return,” you stated in a serious tone to which Ichiji understood since you were so adamant to enter back to the building despite the many attempts Fushiguro tried to stop you.

“After I take Kugisaki-san to the hospital, I’ll return as quickly as possible,” Ijichi declared, only for Fushiguro to give a discouraged look to him before stating, “no, there wouldn’t be much point in you-”

“I need you to come back but I want you to stay at least one kilometre away from the evacuation area, at this rate if Itadori has switched, I want you to be as safe as possible but in the end, if you don’t hear from us at least an hour when you come back, go back to Jujutsu Tech immediately,” you interrupted Fushiguro by pushing your body in front of him while giving Ijichi the instructions you needed him to hear since you didn’t know the possible outcome that this was going to go to. 

“If you can, please send a grade one sorcerer or higher but that won’t be necessary if I don't die,” you sternly commented, leading both Fushiguro and Ijichi to shiver at the statement you just announced.

Still shaken at what you had just said, Ijichi sent himself off before closing the window to prevent any cold raindrops from coming at him as he drove away from the area you and Fushiguro were standing in right now.

“If you don’t want to listen to me, I ain’t going to listen to you at all then Fushiguro,” you stated with a frown painted on your face before looking back at the building behind his body.

Taking your katana, you looked at the bottom of the handle to find a metal loop at the bottom with a red charm tied before it was simply slowly unwinded by you as you prepared for the worst that was about to come.

“What are you doing L/N?” Fushiguro asked in a worried tone, causing you to turn to look at him with a deadpan expression.

“Just preparing for the worst Fushiguro”

 © violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[lemonade-if]

the moment you said that ren's VA is the same as kitagawa-san, i knew that she would be the one my MC, ryōta, will desperately chase 😞 he's pretty similar to gojo-kun after all, aside from having a passion towards cooking and being a little more confident than him 😌 YOU LEFT MY SIMP ASS NO CHOICE, IDC IF SHE REJECTS ME UNDER THAT STUPID TREE 💔

“OH RENNIE-CHAN, I MADE AN EXTRA BENTO FOR YOU 🥺 LET'S HAVE LUNCH TOGETHER~”

(I see you've narrowed it down from Himbo and Sunshine to just The Princess of Mori High... :D)

As a member of multiple clown societies myself, rest assured that this is a safe zone for clownery. Please proceed at full speed.

"An extra bento for me? Hooray~ You're the sweetest, Ryo-chan! We can eat together, but going out is still a no. For now ♡ "

Rooting for Ryota to break the Curse of the Rejection Tree!!

[yinses]

made you not look

gojo satoru

rating: 18+

| poor ijichi never saw it coming |

a/n: @j-u-u-z-o​ made a hc about gojo not keeping his hands to himself on a car ride and i took it a step further.  sin responsibly friends. 

you decide to indulge him. rookie mistake number one. gojo satoru, the most powerful sorcerer, a glutinous sweet toothed man with no inhibition, does not under any circumstance need to be gratified. 

but he gave you this cute little pout, hands grabby with insistence when he asked you to please sit in his lap. 

poor ijichi, sitting quietly in the driver’s seat, offered you a polite smile. he was use to gojo’s antics. seasoned to the venturous eccentricity of your relationship. even if he didn’t mind he wouldn’t voice it. but something about the subtle quirk of his lips is enough to sway you over your best judgement. 

it was always expected for gojo to do a good job. to slay whatever curse stood in his path with efficiency. surely even he deserved a treat every now and again. 

utter foolish thinking on your part. 

gojo is absolutely giddy when you agree, eagerly patting his lap before ultimately reaching out to help you settle. the option of car safety is thrown out the window at this point, so you take a sideways position on his thigh, just above his crotch. if he notes your obvious avoidance, gojo doesnt comment, only widening his legs to offer a more comfortable seat. 

when you go to ask if this okay for him, he meets your open mouth with a quick kiss and a mutual nuzzle of his nose. 

and so ijichi takes off without further comment. 

the radio is tuned to something causal, you think it might be jazz. its purely white noise, nothing to get to invested in, but gojo seems to think otherwise. 

there isn’t really a beat to follow, but he manages to tack onto some rhythm as his knee jumps along. the motion isn’t entirely jarring but it still brings you to a light bounce. you catch ijichi’s gaze briefly in the rearview mirror as he takes in gojo’s ‘enjoyment’. eager to please, he reaches out to turn up the song a bit louder. 

gojo’s left elbow is resting on the edge of the car window, face mirrored against the glass. you just miss his smile. 

you’re hardly ten minutes into the ride when gojo first complains that his thigh is getting numb. thinking that he’s finally had his fill, you go to move to the free seat to his right when he gathers your escape attempt and deposits you squarely in his lap. 

this evenly distributes the weight, he reasons. and it makes sense. so your guard drops a little more.

when you first feel the firm press against your rear you think, okay this has gone on long enough. the journey is maybe fifteen minutes from completion and you’ve satisfied the man to his fill. 

as if there was a limit to his greed. 

you make another move to slide into the next available seat when gojo’s arms slip around your waist and tighten. his breath is warm against your nape as he grinds his face there, lips curving up to brush against the shell of your ear. 

if you move then ijichi will see, he whines. 

well at least he’s not denying that he’s getting excited like a school boy. and so you sigh and cater to his whims again. you’ve gone this long at this point. so you settle back against as he resumes the bounce of his knee. 

the road had been a bit bump for the last mile as ichiji was forced to take the backroads from the suburbs to the city. it should be nothing. with proper bracing, you’d be able to steel yourself against the jostling. but you’re under gojo’s care now and he seems content to go along with it. 

with the next jolt his hips rock forward, an eager and positioned thrust against your core. a whimper of surprise leaves you but the sound is lost to ijichi who has become a new fan of the current station. 

gojo’s face is still pressed against your skin, allowing you to feel the beginnings of a wider grin. your breathing halts the moment he places his palm over your thigh. his thumb rests casually over the edge, drawing small circles over the inside. 

you know where this is going. you may have been stupid before to allow it to get to this point, but you’re on track now. even if you’re too delayed to make a difference. 

still you feebly try. hand shooting out to intertwine with his when it dares to flick a forefinger across your covered mound. you try to distract him, rubbing your own thumb against the his knuckles and veins. you’re able to guide his hand up away from the ‘danger’ zone, resting them against your tummy. 

gojo, ever the planner, turns your strategy against you as his fingers hook under your the waistband of your pants. 

satoru, you hiss, eyes darting wildly to the oblivious ijichi. gojo only hums in response, knee raising up and down again to hinder your attempts to fight back. just when you fear it might finally be enough to garner the driver’s attention- you realize with a thrilling chill that the movement has become an accustomed element to the ride.

the rhythm is off now, no longer following along to the latest song but the false intention is enough to bleed into ijichi’s background. 

you sly bastard. gojo chuckles heartily, hand already curling under the elastic of your panties. his calloused fingertips gaze your cunt, spreading the growing wetness and pinching your nub along the way. 

his movements are unpredictable, trading firmness and speed but never fully entering you. you realize with a heated flush that he doesn’t even need to. the situation along is dragging you to the edge at high velocity and you bite your lip to contain your mewls. 

the music is isn’t nearly loud enough to block out any open-mouthed sounds.

a shame, gojo notes as he runs soft circles around your clit. you could be treating ijichi too with your beautiful sounds. 

his fingers ride your slick down to your slit to tease the sensitive folds. your walls flutter and clench around the absence of thickness but your mind fills the void. it helps when his finger crooks and brushes a receptive spot that ignites sparks.

fuck, ijichi. the poor man didn’t deserves this. 

you close your eyes as you work yourself through the tormenting pleasure, hips moving along with the jump of his thigh instead of fighting it. if you’re going to do this, you might as well finish. overall its a tortuous pace- impossible to go too fast or hard without garnering attention. but forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. 

unwisely you hump against his hardness, the action not nearly enough to help him along the way but it meets its goal for you. gojo nibbles along the choked gasps stuck in your throat as your climax washes over you and pulls you apart at the seams. there is certainly a sticky pool of wetness connecting your laps now.

your head falls back against his shoulder as his hands works itself out of your pants. he barely flinches as your heavy pants tickle his ear. 

gojo makes a show out of licking his fingers, delving greedily into the overflow of your essence. 

it was this action that draws the driver’s attention as his brow raises.

“another snack, gojo-san? i fear for your teeth.”

the said man grins around his digits. 

“i wouldn’t worry your little head about it, ijichi. i have it under control.”

[jeanette-luminia]

They’ve Fallen In Love || Headcanon

   Summary: They recall the time when they fall in love with you.

   Character: Nanami Kento, & Gojo Satoru.

   Genre: Mild Angst, A bit suggestive, But overall Fluff.

   Warnings: Some Manga Spoilers.

   Pronoun: They/Them

   Note: I was originally going to add Shoko and Utahime but I've lost my creativity a bit so I’ll do multiple parts for other characters.

Nanami Kento : 619

Let’s makes things clear―He didn’t want to fall in love, or rather he doesn’t want to fall in love in this line of work, considering that death is just next door, one wrong step and it’s over. He already ran away from the Jujutsu world yet he came back.

You met when he was a 2nd year before the incident happened, you were a newly 1st year student from the L/N clan, he was asked by Yaga-sensei to give you a tour around the school premises. He then found out later on that you have a Reverse Cursed Technique since you asked who knows something about the Reverse Curse Technique.

Time pass by, and you started to get close and close with Nanami, sometimes, Gojo wonders how you and Nanami were able to click, even if you were slightly opposite to him.

Something about makes him feel comfortable, He wasn’t really an outgoing person, heck he couldn’t even match Haibara’s or Gojo’s energy. But somehow he finds your presence rather comfortable. He likes that you can accompany him even if you don't interact with each other. He question what he has been feeling when he is with you.

“Nanami-san!”

“Oh, Y/N”

“You said you like Banana Bread, right?”

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“Well, I baked some for you! You need to take a break from time to time.”

As you gave him your gift, He felt something tingly on his stomach, like multiple animal as released making a mess in his guts, he didn’t even noticed he completely zoned out with his face flushed.

“Nanami-san, are you alright? your face is red”

“I-I’m fine, you don’t have to but thank you”

he wasn’t sure why, but after that, he wanted to protect you, it made no sense because he said he doesn’t want attachment but you came in, and he suddenly wanted to forget about that.

Then the incident happen, Nanami burst the door in the infirmary where you practice your technique, and you saw Nanami carrying Haibara. It was a horror for the both of you.

You tried your best to heal Haibara, you really did,but he lost so much blood that you couldn’t do anything about it, you didn’t even realize that you were in tears.

Since you can’t do anything anymore, you had to tend Nanami’s wounds. You can’t help but apologize and blame yourself for not saving Haibara.

“I’m sorry..”

“...For what?”

“I.. I couldn’t save him”

 But nonetheless, he doesn’t blame you, He will never blame you, because he knows that you tried your best, and he also knew that he had lost a lot of blood. This was the consequences that the world they live in.

Both of you help one other to heal, you spent time with each other more, He was thankful that he can still see your smile before he leave the Jujutsu World, You’ve known about this, he even offered to quit as well, but you didn’t, instead you’re gonna spend your remaining days with him.

And the day he graduate as a third year, he saw you in he koi pond, sitting at the bench facing where the fish is. He called you as you turn with a smile on your face.

You gave him a bouquet of Blue Salvias with Pink Carnation, which the Blue Salvias means “Thinking of you” and the Pink Carnation means “I will never forget you”.

“Congratulations on graduating, Nanami-san”

When he received it, he looked at if for a good minute and looked at you, and all he saw was a smile on your face yet tears stream down your face. And then he finally realize that... He like you―No, he loves you.

Gojo Satoru : 720

Let's start with a fact, GOJO IS A WHORE.

Anyways lol—He is not loyal to someone better yet he never thinks he's gonna get a relationship with anyone because of his title “Playboy”. He goes around Tokyo attracting everyone, and I mean everyone and I MEAN everyone.

 He goes around fucking everyone that is even confident enough to talk to him.

Part of him wants a significant other but then he remembers those times when people just use him for money since he’s rich and essentially for popularity. He also doesn’t want to be betrayed like his friend Geto Suguru who left the Jujutsu World betraying everyone around him.

But them you came into his life and completely changed it. You were suppose to be a teacher in Kyoto Jujutsu High but was transferred in Tokyo Jujutsu High to protect the Main hall of the Tombs of the Star where Master Tengen is, even though the Strongest Sorcerer was in Tokyo Jujutsu high, that place is needed more protection than just Gojo Satoru himself.

When you arrived, he was the first person you met, it was also the first time you are meeting the Strongest Sorcerer, He was definitely the way that your friend Utahime Iori described him; Arrogant, annoying, dramatic, and overall a pain in the ass.

But somehow you find his presence entertaining and warm, Yes you do get annoyed by him constantly showing off but there’s something more to him than just this side of him.

“Hey Y/N~”

“If your gonna ask me if you want me to do your paperwork, fuck off”

“HEY! Just because I approach you doesn’t mean that I’ll ask you to do my paperwork's”

“Oh really? last time you asked me in that tone you made me do your shit”

“I-”

“No”

“BUT Y/N!”

“I SAID NO SATORU”

When you were in Tokyo Jujutsu High, he didn’t find himself hooking up with someone for a long time, it surprised him that he haven't been seeing someone. He even talked about it to Shoko, his classmate throughout his High School days, even she was shocked.

“Y/N did something to me”

“What is it?”

“They made me stop hooking up with women”

“Oh? How so?”

“I don’t know, they just appeared then it made me stop”

“Oh god Satoru, don’t tell me..”

“HUH?!”

“What?”

“Are you in love?”

He kept denying,and denying, and denying. He didn’t even think that he will fall in love but he wouldn’t lie, he was feeling something, he just doesn’t know if its love. dumbass

well that until you saw his side that nobody knew.

First time you actually saw his vulnerable side was when he was near breaking point from all the stress, suppressing his feelings way too long, he was tired, visibly tired.

You’ve noticed little changes he had, he annoys you less, he doesn’t talk much as much as you remembered, it something that really concerns you, from what you’ve heard, he wasn’t like this until the day Geto Suguru betrayed him and the whole Jujutsu Sorcerer.

He suddenly changed after one particular mission he had. You’ve asked multiple times if he’s alright but every time you ask, he waves it off with a smile on his face and changes the topic. Well not until you two just sat together in his house.

“I wanna be alone...” He said, you can only looked at him with a smile on your face, you understand how hard it is to be the strongest Sorcerer.

“I understand, call me if you need someone to talk-”

“...Alone with you, does that makes sense?”, He removed his glasses whilst looking at you, tears gathered on the corner of his eyes, he was in his near breaking point.

“A-ah sorry! I didn’t know what come up to me-”

“Satoru, talk to me”

And he did, he let it all out, he didn’t expect you to talk, he just wanted someone to hear him, and that was enough for him, instead, you pulled him closer into a hug.

He finally accepted that he was in love, in love with you. You didn’t judge why he felt like this, you didn’t hate him for feeling like this, because in the end of the day, he was still human with emotions to you, and it made him fall deeper.

© I do not allow any act of plagiarism, repost and translation in my work. All work belongs to me.

[roscgcld]

GOJO SATORU || how annoying

request: What if Gojo twin went with geto and wants to help him achieve his dream since she didn’t want to let him go, and she feels bad that she couldn’t do anything to change his mind.

But if that was the case Gojo just got betrayed by his Best Friend and his own Twin sister almost makes me sad to request this but I’d really want to see Angst between them.

note: this one was a pain to write because i hate angst - like i literally avoid heartbreak stories like the plague because my little heart cannot take it. so this was a little bit out of my comfort zone, and had me pouting cause this is like, the worse case scenario for me lol. but i hope you enjoy!

pronouns: she/her

note: spoilers for volume 0, so read at your own risk!

gojotwins!au masterlist

“Gojo-sensei, who’s this?”

The white-haired shaman looked up from his phone where he was lounging on his chair since he was currently having a free hour in his schedule. Today he is around to teach his group of first years, and after a few hours of class, they have an hour break in between their lesson. Because of this, the first years had decided to chill in Gojo’s office with their teacher.

Gojo’s eyes, hidden behind his simple blacked-out sunglasses, glances over at his student who was holding up a framed picture on his desk. He had only 2 framed pictures - a picture of him and his classmates in their first year, and the other was a picture that he sometimes wondered why he still kept framed in his office.

It was a picture of him and his twin sister, Gojo Y/N. In that picture, they were standing in front of a cherry blossom tree that is on the grounds of the Gojo Clan home. The pictures were one of the last few pictures they took together, and you couldn’t tell that the day after that picture was taken, the smiling girl in the picture would have disappeared. Going into hiding with the man that she loved. “Oh....that.”

Yuji paused when he saw how his sensei’s mood dropped ever so slightly, causing both him and Nobara to share a look before they glanced over at Megumi. The same boy was staring at the picture with a faraway look on his face as well as if all the memories he had of the woman in the picture flashed before his eyes.

“...You should throw that out.” Megumi managed out after a few moments of silence, glancing over at Gojo who had his eyes trailing on the picture. Yuji had placed it down after a few seconds of awkward silence, yet Gojo’s eyes didn’t move away from the smiling faces reflecting back in the picture frame. “I know..”

Yuji, feeling bad that he clearly brought up a bad memory, was about to apologise when Gojo sighs and sat up from his reclined seat. “I can’t live my life avoiding the topic forever.” Gojo sighs as he runs a hand through his fluffy white hair, taking a deep breath before he faces Yuji once more. “The girl in the picture is my twin sister, Y/N. She and I were born with the Six Eyes, and had gone to school together.”

“You have a sister?!” Nobara and Yuji ask in usion, shocked that they had one, never seen this person before. And two had never even heard about this woman - someone who is probably as strong as their sensei. Why had no one mentioned her to them before? “Why didn’t you tell us?” Nobara asks curiously, to which Megumi stepped in to answer when it looked like Gojo is struggling to answer the question. Which that in itself is shocking to the other two in the room. “Y/N-san is...well...she had become a Curse User.”

Whilst Yuji gasped at how she had essentially turned her back on the college, Nobara had caught onto the past tensed that Megumi had used to describe the woman. “What do you mean had?” Nobara asks curiously, to which Megumi actually hesitates before he glances over at Gojo, who had kept silent through the entire exchange. “Is she...did something happen?”

Another moment of silence passed the room before Gojo looked up from the floor; his elbows resting on his knees after he had planted his feet on the ground. “Last year...around December...a huge attack was plotted on the college,” Gojo explained simply as he looks up at the two quiet students that stood before him, hanging onto his every word. “She had not attacked the college...but she was one of the organisers. So by law, if I didn’t do something, the higher-ups would have sent someone to deal with her.”

Immediately both Yuji and Nobara’s eyes widen in shock at what Gojo was insinuating behind his simple words, both of them glancing at each other with wide eyes. Now they knew they had hit a nerve. Yet Gojo seemed like he was going to continue to tell them everything right now since the bandage on the wound had already been ripped open - might as well deal with this all at once.

“I mean - it was better than way. She knew it too.” Gojo said with a sigh as he leans back into his recliner seat, giving his silent student a forced smile; one so fake that it even had Megumi cringing a little. Gojo was once more lost in his thoughts, mind wandering back to the day that he had done the unthinkable. He knew that sometimes being a sorcerer means that you had to make some sacrifices, but for once he wasn’t sure if he was so willing to believe in that saying.

Gojo walked up the flight of steps leading up to the shabby apartment room, following the Curse Energy residue that was left along the hallway, immediately recognising it. It was as if she chose not to even hide where she was; leaving invisible evidence all over the place as they stopped in front of the door where the Curse Energy was the strongest.

Quietly he turns the knob, not even shocked to find it unlocked as he pushed it opened quietly; looking up with a soft smile. “Pardon the intrusion.” He mumbles softly as he looks over at the woman who sat by the window. Her hair blowing softly along with the breeze as she turned her tired eyes over to her; her bright blue eyes glowing in the dark as she stared back at the white bandages that hid his. 

“You make it sound like I didn’t know you were going to come.” 

There was no bitterness in her tone - only sheer tiredness and the same warmth that she exudes every moment of the day. The same warmth that had Gojo’s heart clenching as he closed the door behind him slowly, making his way deeper into the apartment. “I thought the Gojo in you would have sneered at the sheer at the size of this place.”

His comment had the woman laughing softly, looking down at the mug of steaming tea clasped in her hands. The mood was lifted for a few fleeting moments, and Gojo just wants to pretend that everything was alright once more. That the both of them were just hiding it out in a room for a few days whilst they hunted down a Curse User. Like how things used to be. “How...how have you been?”

“...good,” Gojo mumbles as he walks towards his twin sister, the same one who had one day just upped and gone; disappeared with Geto with no more but a letter for her twin to wake up to. The letter was just a rambly letter of how sorry she was that she had to leave, that she chose to end things the way she is doing right now. But she knew that her choosing Geto over the life she has now is a death sentence, but she didn’t want to let go. 

‘When you finally find someone to live for, that makes you feel like you were floating with the clouds about - will you let them go for something as meaningless as status in a world we didn’t even choose to be born in?’

At first, neither of the Gojos spoke, just soaking in the comfort and familiarity that the both of them so sorely miss. In more normal times when they are younger, they will always do this - sitting in silence and just basking in it. Curse Energies just mingling with each other, not needing words as they just sat in the cramp apartment.

But this time it was different.

“Did they send you?” Y/N asks as she looks over at her brother, Gojo blinking when he heard her words and looked away from his clasped hands; his grip tightening when he realised just how relaxed and at peace she was. This was one of the most lovable yet infuriating part of his twin - no matter the situation she is faced with, she always faces it head-on with the most relaxed looks on her face - accepting whatever fate that awaits her on the other side. She doesn’t see the need to fear something as minuscule as death - something that everyone must face once their time comes. 

It was such an infuriating trait of hers that Gojo both loves and hates. “No...I chose to come myself. I don’t trust any of their goons to do it properly.” Gojo admitted in a tight voice, feeling his will waver when he heard the soft laugh that Y/N lets out - a laugh that he had missed hearing for the last few years now. “You never change, huh ‘Toru?”

Gojo just gave her an actual look of annoyance, the same look he’d always give her whenever he realises that she was going to start to lecture him about something he has no interest in. His look had Y/N letting out a soft laugh as she shakes her head in amusement, taking another sip from the teacup that was in her hands. “How annoying.”

Gojo continues to stare at his clasped hands before he sighs softly, his shoulders slumping a little as reality slowly started to box in around him. “I hate that you just accept that this is your reality,” Gojo mumbles softly, not even trying to hide the shakiness in his voice as he tries his hardest to blink past the tears that were gathering in his eyes. “You can’t just...accept something as serious as this so simply...”

Soft footsteps came from where Y/N was seated before a pair of warm hands rested on his cheeks, fingers gently brushing along the moisture that had collected at the bottom of the bandages. Wordlessly Y/N started to undo the bandages that covered his eyes; Gojo not moving to stop her from doing so. Soon the bandages fell in his lap, both of them staring at each other properly.

A warm smile was resting on Y/N’s face, a smile that irked Gojo even more as he viciously wiped at the corners of his eyes. “You are so annoying, you know that?” Gojo grumbles childishly, his arms reaching to wrap around his sister; burying his face into her shirt to hide the tears that seemed never-ending. “A-Always leaving me behind like this..”

Soft fingers carded through his white hair, the woman before him not making further comments as he continues to cry silently into her shirt. “I’m sorry, ‘Toru..” She had whispered out quietly, her voice sounding just as tired and sad as he does as she held him closer. 

Gojo hates this - not only had he just lost his best friend, but he is also going to lose his sister as well. Even when they are apart, knowing deep down that she was at least alive and safe with Geto still brought a sense of peace for him. Even if they couldn't be together, it was just knowing that the other was safe that allowed him to sleep at night.

But now he was the one that is expected to take her life away? He can’t help but hate just how cruel the jujutsu world is that it forces people like Geto and his sister to feel like they had to do the unthinkable in order to feel like they were living life the way they think is right for them. 

He hates it all with a burning passion. 

© roscgcld — all rights reserved to me, rose, the author and creator of these works. do not repost/translate/claim my work as yours on any platform

[mommycity]

First post is a Gojo thirst Post:

-Im fuckin crazy and I love gold im also down terrible for yhis nigga-

Also warning: fic includes lost of nasty lingo, dom gojo,choking and drinking, reader with fembody. It is Nsfw asf

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Imagine seeing Gojo after his long missions, just a casual get together as friends. A lively bar get together full of clinking shots and drunken stupor. You missed your friend and sense the drinking was on him, well hell, why not? Not like you’ll suffer any real consequence. The loud pacing music and soft buzz of lights fills the bar, everything feels so uncanny. The outfit, tight and short, reveals every inch of your body and accentuates erogenous zones to the mile.

You sip your third shot. No sign of Gojo in sight, “Bastard”. Before anymore damnations of the white haired stallion are thought a barstool creaks loudly next to you. “Ooooo well isn’t someone real pretty tonight? This all for me?” The voice was so recognizable, so playful and teasing. Of course it’s no one other than Gojo, suited in his classic black shades, hoodie and black jeans. It was like he was dressed for a trap music video rather than the club, either way it goes the items were designer, so the type of clothe truly didn’t matter. 

“Oh yeah, I put this all on for my dearest Gojo who leaves me in such horrid agony. Oh how I crave your attention-not- get me a drink fuck head” You pout at him. It’s not the first not last time he’s been exceedingly late to a meet up: he was a bit of an enigma. Also popping up when he wants to, texting calling at such bizzare times. Gojo slides you the glass, it’s colorful and smells infinitely less potent and fruity, like how he likes his own drinks,” Something of actual taste, way better than that heavy shit you’re drinking!” He downs his shot immediately and smiles at you with a small flush forming in his face.

The buzz of alcohol does drown the bashing music and lights the fill the building. What really sparks interest in you is the chain he’s wearing. Gold and it sits just below his defined collar bones. It’s such a jarring contrast to Gojo’s cool icy skin and silver hair, such an additive that makes him more attractive than you had thought already. A hand comes to your shoulder, Gojo now sitting much closer laughs at you. “Y/n san~ you’re staring at me so hard. Something you like?” He flashed a tooth grin and pushed his glasses up. “When’d you start wearing gold?”, you ask so abruptly it jostles his frames down as he stops to answer. He leans his face on his hand, propping his head up on his elbow on the glass of the bar table, “pretty recently, real nice it’s really heavy and-“, he pauses and turns to you,” s’ cold to the touch and warms up real easy though. It’s middle eastern.” He sips from his martini rather loudly and the everything in the bar feels drowned out.

“Warms up easy? “

“Mmm- body heat yeah. I wouldn’t put it in the microwave now would I?”

“That’s not an impossible situation knowing you”

He laughs at your retaliation. After all this time, he’s still Gojo, not hardened by months of away from loved ones or too clingy for the exact reasons. He’s just him. The drinks haven’t gotten you drunk, a slight buzz hangs over you. The silence of Gojo drinking his rather colorful drink and laughing with the bartender and you watching his chain raise and lower on his chest as he talked. Something feels different right now, like you’re longing for something- for him. The way his pale skin contrast the vibrancy of the bar lights, his hair settled between the slight glimmer of sweat and the crown of his scalp-or maybe- the chain.

The chain sparks something in you, the subtle shimmer of the reflective material that glistens in the overhead lighting. It calls you, like a magpie to a soda top. Your hand raises to touch your lips. Suddenly a deep, raspy voices prods your ears,” I like your lipgloss, really pretty on you. I see you like the chain, hm? Maybe we can swap views in a better place, yeah?” Gojo was so close to you right now, you could smell his cool vanilla-and-rain scent. The hair on the side of your face is soon tucked behind your ear. For so long you wished you could reach out for his touch, an embrace even a tap from him, a reminder you are a solidifying figure in his life.

Now is such an odd reminder of your early longings. Gojo drags you out the bar after flipping the bar tender a heavy tip. The sorcerers hands are so cold, as you had always suspected. “God, you are such a tease. Staring at me like that public”, he jars before dragging you in his limousine. The leather seats dip with both of your weight. You figure lays horizontal on the cushiony seats as a soft blue light lays above of the both of you. You prop yourself up on elbows slowly,”Gojo, I need you.” All shame was tossed aside. You needed this.

Gojo kissed you roughly, shoving your head into his with the hand behind your head. His mouth still sweet from the martinis, you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip for entree. His opens and the hot muscles explore all the nooks and caverns of each others mouth. You pull away panting and half glazed, so needy for him right now. A pale hand slides up your top eerily pausing to rub circles into the flesh,” Mm Y/N, what makes you so jumpy all the sudden?” He acts so obvious so you could stroke his massive, massive ego. Your palm laid flat against his chest still panting from the heavy kissing, “You- you leave- s’ long. And come back looking so different-“ Your own voice cuts you off as you yelp from a sudden stimulation. Your chest was being played with so roughly with your nipples were pinched and twisted.

Gojo leans to pepper kisses to trace your mouth to your ear. The oddly romantic gesture turns you on even more and your body grinds against his.

“Mmm Y/n” kiss, “You’ve missed me this much” kiss, “You lure me to a bar, in that tight little outfit and don’t even speak to me” kiss

A sudden warm wet feeling was slithered on the shell of your ear. A soft moan escapes your lips as one hand pinches your nipple as the other dips into your bottoms. A husky whisper is cascades your ear canals,” You look so good beneath me. Who’s doing to you right now, who’s making you feel hot?” The sudden shame rushed over you turn your head away from his gaze. A tight circle is drawn over your clit and you moan at the sudden stimulation. Gojo’s hand that once held your chest is now turning your face to face him roughly. He slightly squeezes your face. Your lips pout slightly and he lets out a soft laugh. “You’ve missed me right? You want me to fuck you good?”

You nod excitingly. Of course you do, you’ve let him get you sprawled out all over his lap moaning and begging, letting him treat you like a child before punishment. Yet, it excited you more, being so vulnerable. It’s been so long since you’ve felt his prescence. A soft “mhmmm” drops from your lips but he simply pulls away disapprovingly. “No. You want me to fuck you, then say my name. Say yes Gojo I need you to fuck me good”. The heat of your face is turned to hell. Such a humiliating situation, but it’s so hot. You give into him, moaning lucidly,” Hgnn Yes Gojo please, I need you to fuck me good!”

A pulled your bottoms down and off, tossed somewhere to the side, now fully exposed. Gojo’s retreached hand goes back to toying with your puffy clit. Slick coating his fingers as he pressed ever so slightly on the bud. Gojo turned to look at pussy he was playing with. So pretty, so needy, squelching around his long fingers. He slides his hands down and his gaze returns to you,”Say my name when I touch you”. It wasn’t a request, but a demand. Your shame forced you to swallow all your yelps and cries. The hand on your face is released and back on your chest, rubbing your nipples as he pumps his fingers inside of you.

“G-g ahaah Gojo please”. The fingers return to your clit rubbing small circles. His hands suddenly are off of your entirely and he scoots you off to remove his hoodie. The bastard that is Gojo Satorou removes his hoodie to display every part of his lean body, muscles so finely tone and tightened. The V line of his narrow hips so prominent, it was very fitting for such an interesting character. He unbottons his jeans and pulls his dick out. It’s long, real long and finely trimmed. The tip is rosy and a vein splays the underside with a slight curve. It’s beautiful and fitting for a beautiful man. He laces his fingers behind your hair and guides you off the seats and between his legs. “You’ll suck on my dick since you need me so bad.” The barked order made you cringe at his cruel statement.

The grab the base and blow on the tip before kissing it. Precum smears in with left over lipgloss, this wasn’t the first cock you sucked and you knew how to please a man. But this is Satoru Gojo: flamboyant lady’s men who was had about every type of mouth around him you could think of. Gojo had been glaring darts at you this whole time. The power of having you beneath him strokes ever growing ego, made him feel even more powerful than he already was. What was a king to a God? Gojo stood in that very position as you nipped at his dick, spreading small kisses and licks around the shaft. He grabbed a chunk of hair and yanked slightly, sending a small sting in your scalp,”I said suck. And suck it like it’s a full course meal, show me how bad you’ve missed me Y/N”

The usage of your name floods your brain ever more, like his was desiring only your touch. You lean down taking as much of him as you can. His scent fills your nostrils as your hand works what you couldn’t fit. Spit squelches and dribbles down his balls as you gag your hallowed cheeks around his length, so eager for him right now. Gojo plays with your scalps so lightly, almost a way of appreciating the mess your making to make him feel good. His moans slur out, “S’ good baby so good. You’ve been practicing just for me hm? Those dicks don’t taste like mine do they, they never will”, even in his glazed state he remains boastful. To say you hadn’t imagine Gojo in place of all the guys you’ve had in your mouth would be a sin, you’d wonder off and mentally imagine him ravishing your mouth with his cock, choking you with spitt bubbling at the base. Now your dreams lie true.

So eager so please Gojo, his moans so loud. Your free hand slips to rub your clit as you suck him off. Your tongue flat and slightly folded around the length as your gag reflexes are tested. Your moans vibrate on his length and the hand on your head tightens. Gojo yanks you off with a pop and sighs,” Such an naughty baby. Fingering yourself while licking my cock.” The hand guides you back on leather seats. The view for Gojo was marvelous, you on your back spread eagle, pussy wet and puffy for him. It almost like a high for him, watching your clit jolt almost as if it’s aching to be toyed with. Gojo leans down to breathe heavily and bit the shell of your ear. He grabs his cock and rubs the tip against your clit, smearing precum in with your slick.

Your moans now louder than before fill the limited space. Gojo aligns the entrance and bottoms out. Your eyes close at the intrusion “o-ohho fuaahhhahhhck”. Gojo ate up the sounds you’re making, he hasn’t even moved yet and your meowing so beautifully. So tight, so inviting all for him. Gojo leans over you, chest being level with your face. Your legs wrap around his waist and hug him tightly. All felt warm and tight but most of all, needed. “Hgnn please move”

“Please who? I haven’t a clue who you’re referring to baby”

You tighten at the petname. It’s so degrading yet so romantic. You palms lay flat on his toned chest and your eyes lock with the gold jewlery in front of you. The reason that brought you too here now: the chain, now dangling in your face as Gojo moved his hips to remove his length and slam back into you. The dangle of the glistening metal and his heavy pants and rasp spur you on more, gripping him tighter and tighter. The hand that wasn’t supporting Gojo’s weight is on your clit, rubbing hard and fast. “Say it, who’s fucking you right now, who’s making you feel g-agh- good”. His thrust so sharp as he soaks into your spongy walls. The sounds so loud and lewd, your slick coating his entire length and dribbling down his balls.

“You-haah, you areah ahAH”, you slur out. Your speech incomprehensible as your high is getting closer and closer. His eyes were on you the whole time, mouth ajar as strings of loud moans and groans leave his lips. He’s so provocative it’s like he’s also getting off to himself. “Not-grnn Not enough baby. Say my fucking name. Satoru Gojo is fucking this pussy right now. Rubbing this sobbing clit, crying out for attention! Say it baby, I need to hear you.” You’re so dazed, so stimulated.

The chains luls you into bliss as it swings back and forth. The swings so erratic, truly matching Gojo’s unpredictable thrust. You cry out for him,” Gojo,Gojo,Gojo augh” like a chant for a winning team. You can feel he’s close. His thrust become even more erratic. He smirks, you suck him so good, none of the women he’s fuck take his dick like you do, don’t moan his name like you do, God he’s in such bliss. Hearing the sweet slapping of his balls to your ass, the squelches of your weeping pussy and the moans filling the car makes him so close. You clamp around him impossibly tight and knows whats next.

Gojo adds so much pressure and speed on your clit, thrusting impossibility harder and faster. His cock head mashes your cervix. Lifting himself slightly he takes his other hand and pinches and twist your nipple. “Yea-ahah. Nobody can fuck you like I do. Nobody has you creaming and moaning like I do. My baby, this is my pussy, I’ll fuck it whenever I want. And you’ll take it, you love it. Nobody can fuck you like I can” His words stung your ears as a high pitched moan escapes. Your back arches off the warm leather and you gush. Your orgasm taking over you. Gojo fucks your raw pussy through his own orgasm, panting heavily. The swing of his chain that futhers drifts you in and from reality.

Gojo pulls out and jerks himself off. He cums with a crying moan, it lands all over the slick of your clit and puffy lips. He moves and allows you to catch your breath.

“Maybe I should wear more gold”

[robbyrobinson]

Anime I Am Watching Currently

Police in a Pod: When Mai Kawai questions whether to stop being a police officer, that changes when she meets Seiko Fuji, a police ace detective (and a serious female Chad). I like how the show takes a more grey approach with how it treats the criminals (except for one guy; he can die in a hole). Like you have some examples coming from the aging populace: episode 3 was all about an older woman whose husband died; she is by herself all the time...meaning she took to shoplifting (or threatening to) in order to get some sort of attention. The second segment has an aging mother who had to care for her ailing father-in-law whilst having to juggle raising a juvenile delinquent. The show is a comedy, but it has moments of genuine soul to it.

My Dress-Up Darling: Gojo is a young man who likes designing dresses for hina dolls but a traumatizing experience with a childhood "friend" leads him to become more secluded. That is until he formally meets the popular Marin Kitagawa who becomes interested with him designing a cosplay outfit for her. Marin is already a candidate for best girl of 2022; far from being the generic stuck-up bicch, Marin is unceasingly kind and fully supportive of people and their interests. She found Gojo's fascination with hina dolls endearing rather than creepy and it does show that Gojo is able to step out of his comfort zone even if just slightly.

World's Strongest Sage With the Weakest Crest: A sage decides to reincarnate thousands of years into the future where he learns that magic and swordsmanship were on a great decline. In the series, mages are born with a predetermined "mark" to signify their aptitude for magic. Ultimately, kind of a basic series if anything. Matthias, the main character of the series, is dangerously close to being OP and has the full plot armor at his disposal which causes him to not have any serious struggles.

Life With An Ordinary Guy Who Reincarnated Into a Total Fantasy Knockout: I never understand why isekai anime tend to have that long a title. Here, two office workers are whisked into a parallel world where one is transformed into a girl by the Love Goddess. After insulting her, she enchants them to force them to defeat the Demon Lord of that world. But it is never made clear what the curse is, but the two friends have to work together to avoid falling for each other. Ultimately starts off as awkward, but funny.

Teasing Master Takagi-san: Actually hadn't watched the first season, so I am actually watching that one alongside the third. It wasn't because I thought the anime was bad, it just seemed really formulaic: Nishikata tries to pull one on Takagi only for her to outsmart him. IDK if I care for Takagi. She is not a bad character exactly, but she is also somewhat a horrible tease at times. The side stories with the three girls are pretty funny, though.

Sasaki and Miyano: A series set in an all-boys school where Miyano loans his upper classmate, Sasaki, BL. A pretty wholesome series for what it's worth.

[egyptsblackrose]

Dancing with Strangers

Ok here’s part 2 I guess, this is a bit longer than the first one, I was listening to the playlist again and kinda got into the zone. This chapter is where things get a little hotter but theres no sexy time still...I don’t know do you guys want that? Do you want more plot? I don’t know how long I wanna make this story guess I’ll leave it up to you guys so let me know what you think. Also the image included is one I drew digitally from a template found on Pinterest, if you repost or use it please give just mention me :)

Warnings: swearing in this one, very suggestive behaviour and language, nothing to spicy

Like to Part 1 here-https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/648370506842701824/dancing-with-strangers-ok-so-theres-a-playlist

Part 2-

You were grinning from ear to ear, a gentle happy buzz fizzing under your skin as you entered the heat of the club your friends insisted was the best in town. Been an exchange student in a very different country like Japan could have been a scary experience for anyone, but you had actually spend some of your young life living in Hiroshima and made life long friends, 2 of which were currently pulling on your hands to lead you to the bar as they laughed loudly. Japanese was your second language, one you adored and had kept practicing through the years, and when the chance came to study at the same uni as your best friends for your final year, you couldn’t buy the plane ticket fast enough!

“Y/N! What are you drinking?!” Miku shouted to you over the music, Sakura already flirting with the barman.

“Same as before, just a vodka and coke please Mi-Mi.” She nodded and turned to Sakura, yelling at her to order the drinks already. You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at your friends antics. They never seemed to change, no matter how many years passed.

Taking a look around the club, you was somewhat relieved that the crowd on the dance floor wasn’t too crazy. You could hold your liquor pretty well, hence why you weren’t as effected as the others in your group, and you didn’t want to loose people in the crowd.

A sudden shiver took over your body, heat stroking your skin like a touch, trailing over your form. Not so surprising, people were often surprised to see a foreigner in the clubs, so you brushed it off. Taking the drink Miku had bought you for her round, your group cheered and took a drink. As “Such a Whore” finished, you and your friends cheered as “Sexy chick” began, quickly finishing your drinks and heading to the dance floor.

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Blue and black eyes roamed the foreign beauty with no attempt at hiding their interest. She was stunning; her lush hair shimmering in the flashing lights and flowing with every move she made, dressed in something skin tight and pretty to show off her curves but not too revealing and flashy, make-up made to look natural and only flatter her already pretty features. Her body rolled in controlled rhythms to match the beat, her feet shuffling. God she was a sight for sore eyes.

Her face lit up as she and the group surrounding her recognised the beginning of “Lights down low”. Then the real show began. It was like she rehearsed the dance before, singing along to the sinful words. Gojo licked his bottom lip slowly, his blue eyes glued to the way she threw her head back and grinned cheekily at no one. Kakashi couldn’t stop staring at how her hips snapped and thrust like she was acting out the song from both male and female perspectives, his hand tightening dangerously on the glass bottle now finished in his hand. Images of possibilities filled their minds.

“Damn,” Gojo sighed almost to himself.

Kakashi nodded in agreement anyway. “Please tell me you don’t want her for yourself.”

Gojo grin was devilish. “Now where’s the fun in that?” He chuckled, passing his brother another beer he’d just bought, sipping as the foreign beauty dancing like a damn belly dancer to “Culo”. “Do you wanna try make the first move this time?”

The other white haired male shook his head. “Wouldn’t want to risk loosing this one.” Gojo patted his back good natured lay. He was proud of how far his best friend had come in his confidence and prowess, but he knew he had a way to go yet.

“I know what you mean though pal, what a catch.” His blue eyes narrowed at some men clearly eye-fucking you. “I’m gonna make our play before one of those wolves takes a bite.” Kakashi levelled the group was a fierce glare of his own, nodding in approval. This was their hunting ground after all, others had to wait their turn and take the scraps.

Handing his half empty bottle to his still glaring friend, Gojo gracefully weaved through the crowd, gently easing past the many women trying to dance with him. He was determined, his goal set, eyes locked on you.

Your friends span you, making you laugh, but you paused for a second to grin as “Promiscuous” opened up. What you hadn’t expected was a very hot, very pleasant voice to gently sing the beginning “How you doing young lady,” into your ear.

Surprised, you turned only to pause as the most amazing blue eyes you’d ever seen pierced through your gaze and stared right at your soul. Your cheeks heated as the man grinned, pleased at your staring and continued his singing. Blinking to clear your mind from the surprise and shock that a damn MODEL was hitting on you, you began singing too.

“You expect me to just let you hit it, but will you still respect me if you get it.” Your tone held a warning in there somewhere, wether he picked up on it over the volume was another matter. The white haired beauty before you laughed cheerfully, smoothly taking your hand and spinning you to face away from him, before pulling you back so you were pressed up to him.

“I’m curious about you, you seem so innocent.” He teased, hands squeezing your hips. You didn’t even pause, singing the reply but focused more on moving your body to the beat, and into his. “Promiscuous girl, your teasing me. You know what I want, and I got what you need.” He growled in your ear, causing your spine and insides to shudder in delight. You tilted your head back and laughed, only hitting his chest. God this guys tall.

You dipped to the floor and brought yourself up elegantly against him, now facing the dazzling stranger with a teasing grin of your own. “I’m a big girl I can handle myself, but if I get lonely imma need your help. Pay attention to me, I don’t talk for my health.”

The male’s grin turned hungry, his large hands dragging up the side of your body from your hip, tracing your collarbone, before wrapping his hand around your throat. There was no pressure, he just rested his big hand there, engulfing your neck easily, making you look at him as he bit his lip. “The names Gojo Satoru, and you beautiful, can call me Sensei.”

“My names L/N Y/N, not beautiful, flattery only gets you so far...onii-san.” You smirked back as the song changed to “Where have you been”.

Gojo smiled genuinely, letting out a long hum of amusement. “Then let me start by buying you a drink beautiful, I left my brother all alone at the bar just to try talk to you.”

Laughing, you raised a brow. “Talk? Yeah right. I’m sorry but I’m out with my friends, and I don’t want to leave them, I’m the most sober one after all-”

“Of course she’ll have a drink!” Miku all but screamed excitedly. You turned to her with a frown, opening your mouth to refuse, but she grabbed your arm and whispered loudly in your ear. “He’s Gojo Satoru, and his friend is Kakashi Hatake! They’re like small time celebs around here, they’re both hot as fuck and close. Like REALLY close, they only ever take a girl home who they both want, they know what the fuck they're doing too and they’re policemen! Trust me, go with them and thank me later! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Miku all but pushed you into Gojo waiting arms, the male chuckling charmingly at the scene. You watched as your group of friends gave you thumbs up and shooed you away, Sakura and Miku blowing you kisses and winks. “What the?”

“So, what can I get you beautiful?” Gojo purred in your ear to distract you, his arm wrapping comfortably around your shoulders and leading you back to Kakashi who had ordered another drink, and was straightening out his shirt and hair out of nervousness. “Don’t worry, just one drink, anything you want and if your not having fun by the end of it, then I’ll escort you back to your friends myself.”

You bit your lip, about to glance back at your friends to check on them, when another handsome white haired male gently smiled at you, with stunning black eyes, an adorable beauty mark on his chin, a dangerous scar over one eye and a perfect jawline. “One drink wont hurt then, I guess.” You replied, almost shyly as you stood between both men, leaning against the bar.

One drink turned into four, and they were not drunk quick ether. You had lost track of time and songs playing as Gojo and Kakashi bantered easily, always keeping you involved and centre of attention. You were beyond grateful that you could hold your liqueur and hadn’t being going crazy like your friends, it made it easy to follow along with the conversation. You were quick to pitch in effortlessly with cheeky and teasing remarks that had the 2 men both in stitches with laughter, and enamoured with you all at once. Most women were happy to sit and giggle, focus on looking pretty and flirt with suggestive touching, not really focus on what they were saying. You were intelligent, modest and sweet with undertones of naughty delight. It excited both men more than anything had in a while.

When a more suggestive song came through the speakers, Gojo sent Kakashi a discrete look, both leading you to the dance floor after your drinks were finished. Once in their favourite spot, their stage was set to begin the best part of the hunt. This part was more than just seduction, this was about using the music, their words, bodies and heat to turn yours on to the max, until you couldn’t take it anymore. And their favourite spot held just enough cover and darkness to keep all sinful acts a secret.

You inhaled sharply as Gojo’s large hands spread over the front of your thighs, pulling firmly so your back and body were pressed into him, while Kakashi’s rough hands gripped your waist, one of his legs pressing between your own. The two moved in synch perfectly like a well oiled machine, Gojo rolling his body into yours as his feet shuffled. The roll forward would drive you into Kakashi, and more importantly your core onto his firm muscular thigh. The male in front of you would gently shuffle and thrust forward as well, the action meaning there was absolutely no space between you and their hot hard bodies. Their hands would guide and encourage your own dancing, focusing on your hips and slow movements that was driving them just as wild.

You felt like you were melting from the inside out, there was a craving for more deep within you, and it was burning hotter the more they teased. Fingers would lightly graze your breasts and a insincere “sorry” would be breathed into your ear through a smirk, lips would brush your neck, hands would squeeze and tighten their grips at random intervals, keeping you tense and senses focused on them and them alone.

Only when you were a dazed, panting mess did Gojo deem you wooed enough, and Kakashi insisted on getting you another drink. At some point, Gojo had picked you up by your hips as Kakashi had pulled up a bar stool for you, easing it under you. The action was so quick and effortless for both men you couldn’t help but blush, especially as Kakashi kept a hand gently resting on the small of your back, drawing soothing circles there. Gojo’s hand was rested on your thigh as well, like it was nothing, and smirked at you now not hanging to look up so much to meet their eyes.

You stuck your tongue out at him in response. “Careful beautiful, I might just take that tongue if you don’t watch out.” He growled hotly into your ear. Holy-

“I think she’d like that Sato.” Kakashi grinned, groaning the words into your ear. You’d noticed how he’d relaxed more and more as the night went on, becoming a little bolder with you when he saw you weren’t pushing him away or favouring Gojo. The touches were turning less and less innocent or ‘accidental’, and the way they looked at you... Gojo had no shame, staring hungrily at each and every curve, licking his lips hungrily as his hands would skim the line between teasing and inappropriate, working slowly to drive you crazy. His blue eyes drank in every hitch in breath, every shudder, his own patience thinning as he watched your perfect teeth graze your wet lips. Kakashi had a different approach, he wanted the eye contact, he want you to look into his eyes and see he wanted you. “She’s panting, poor thing.”

You hadn’t noticed how your chest was rising and falling rapidly, too busy trying to hide the fact of how turned on you were caught between these gorgeous men. “Your right brother, her thighs are clenching too. What images are forming in that naughty mind of yours beautiful? Care to share? We’d be happy to make them reality, wouldn’t we Hatake?”

The most sinful, hungry groan rumbled through your ear in response as Kakashi stood forward and shielded your body from view of everyone else in the club, sneakily easing a hand up your thigh. Up and up and- you gasped, the single finger making you jump and let out a whimper. “God yes, I want her to make more of those sounds Sato.

“I’ve already called a taxi.” Gojo said lowly, pushing his body into your side so you could feel every hard line and ridge of his toned form, and something poke your arse. “You ready to go beautiful?”

All you could do was nod, too afraid of how desperate you’d sound if you tried to speak. Downing the rest of your drinks, you squeaked as Kakashi eased you off the stool and immediately directed you towards the exit, Gojo leading the way to the taxi and opening the door for you, both always touching you as your legs wobbled and mind raced.

Part 3 - https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/648557120920354817/a-rose-by-any-other-name

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

A Cursed Reality (Ch.7)

This is kind of rushed to be honest because I actually wanted to release a chapter but the good part is the next chapter and to get there I had to release this. I hope it's somewhat entertaining. I put some horrible jokes in here and I hope it makes someone laugh. Enjoy!

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Chapter Seven:

"You know" Gojo started " I have a lousy personality"

"I know"

Ijichi's fast reply would have actually been amusing to [Name] had the sorcerer actually been paying attention. He was 100% imagining it but it felt like the air was shifting. It felt like change and [Name] wasn't sure he liked it. If you were one to believe that [Name] was some all powerful deity whose natural instincts would always protect him you'd be half right. It was honestly a guess but deep down he hadn't felt sukuna's influence vanish. At first he thought it could be the presence of the other 19 fingers but that wasn't it. When Sukuna fused with Yuji they created a distinct presence and it was getting stronger.

"Shoko-san" [Name] interrupted Gojo "Do you have a mirror. And a blanket"

Yuji probably shouldn't make a deal with the King of Curses but he had the chance to get back to everyone. To Fushiguro who so selfishly saved Yuji in the first place, to Gojo who came in and added light to his life as an odd parental figure, Kugisaki who despite her constant jabs, he could honestly not imagine life without. Back to [Name] who promised they'd meet again. He'd be a punching bag for Sukuna if it meant he had the chance to see them again. Anything was better than the bone zone.

"Okay." Yuji cheered "I'm gonna kick your-"

"I'm gonna reset this crappy jujutsu world!" Gojo began "It would be easy to kill everyone who's in charge but someone else would just take their place. Nothing would change. And it's not if people approve of massacres anyway. That's why I'm turning to education."

An image of Maki, Inumaki, Pand, Kugisaki, Fushguro, and Itadori came to the forefront of Gojo's mind: "I need strong and intelligent allies. I need to foster them. To that end, I'll sometimes."

'You sure you aren't just lazy' Ijichi thought

Gojo continued "They're all great. Especially Third Year Hakari and Second Year Okkotsu. They'll be as good as me someday."

'And where does the sobbing [Name] fit into all of this' Ijichi found himself thinking

"Hey you guys" Shoko called out. She had just gotten back from showing [Name] the secret room she used to cry in when she first began the job. "I'm about to get started. You guys gonna just sit there and watch?"

Ijichi and Satoru looked at her in complete shock considering the dead boy behind her sat up with a glossy unfocused look.Itadori "Whoa!" made her realize exactly why they were looking at her like that.

"Full Frontal"

[Name] of course picked that dramatic moment to reenter the room with a blanket and a much more composed look. It was hard to tell he was in shambles just earlier.

"Really? You want to draw everyone's attention to the mighty itadori jr?" [Name] questioned sarcastically as he threw the blanket over Yuji's head. He must've thrown to hard because he covered the wrong head.

"G-g-gojo! He's Alive"

"Hehe shut up Ijichi"

"Too bad" Shoko mumbled her disappointment at not getting to carve up sukuna's vessel. At least not yet.

"Um. This is kind of embarrassing" Yuji said beneath the blanket.

"Yuji!" Itadori turned his head to the smiling Gojo who had wrapped one arm around [Name] and raised the other one to wave hi "Welcome Back"

"Yo! I'm Back"

The two gave a high five. And [Name] who had returned to normal refused to show just how much Yuji's death affected him. He did let the boy know he was glad to have him back before turning to walk out.

"[Name]!"

Hearing his name being called the sorcerer turned around and looked at Gojo who had a closed mouth smile.[Name] caught all the hidden meanings behind the smile and nodded his head. "Got it"

It was time to visit everyone else. Gojo would be too busy to train him as of now but until then he could train with Kick-ass, Rise of the Planet of the Panda-Gorilla, The Polyglot, 15 year old rip off of Aki from chainsaw man, and Nobara. She didn't get a ridiculous nickname because [Name] actually liked her.

[Name] walked down to the training site to see Fushiguro getting his ass handed to him by Maki, and Nobara being swung around by Panda and turned around realizing he did not miss them as much as he thought he did. He'd rather go on a mission with Satoru or train with Yuji in secret. (He would also learn that this situation is not favorable either considering Gojo would use him to carry mochi and Yuji had to deal with the Principal's stupid fucking cursed corpses).

"[Name] you kind of suck at cursed techniques maybe I should've left you with Yuji"

"I do NOT suck at cursed techniques"

"You do"

"I DO NOT. Besides. I have no use for them"

"Neither do I but you don't want some super powerful final attack?"

"My domain expansion is basically a Mortal Kombat fatality"

"That's what most people think until they get their ass handed to them. Besides isn't yours unfinished"

"SHUT UP." [Name] screamed petulantly "Besides I made progress. I finally understand how to fully use Cursed Storytelling. I'll beat you one day"

'I know you will' Gojo thought to himself as he smiled. "Come on. Let's refine that domain of yours. The best way is through field experience"

"You're just giving me another one of your missions aren't you' [Name] deadpanned

"I would never"

"..."

"..."

"Come on. Or do you want to train with Principal Yaga instead"

"Bastard