#Gojo trash talking on point as usual

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JJK CHAPTER 224 LEAK

Gojo asks Sukuna why's he still keeping that face & says he went through some special trainings. But Gojo says he can punch Megumi without mercy cuz he looks like Toji lmao. Gojo says he'll think about Megumi after killing Sukuna

— I’m sorry but Gojo saying he has no problem punching Megumi bc he looks like his father is just 😂😂 such a Gojo thing to say fr. I love this dude. I really do.

[nana-gumi]

thinking of you g.satoru

pairings: gojo satoru x fem! reader

cw: angst / comfort, failed marriage, having delusions/hallucinations, mental illness, self harm, naoya zenin (yes he's a warning), manipulation, no curses au, businessman! gojo, arranged marriage mentioned, mentions of abuse, trash family (as usual), suggestive ending! not proofread hehe

a/n: i based this au from katy perry's 'thinking of you' you can listen while reading! also currently obsessed with this blue-eyed king :'(

everything was perfect, your marriage with gojo satoru was already perfect, but then he suddenly wanted a divorce and you couldn't do anything about it. your parents ended up forcing you to marry a man from another powerful clan, naoya zenin.

gojo satoru was too perfect for you. that was your first thought when you married the man.

even though it was an arranged marriage, gojo satoru wasn't as bad as you thought he would be.

rumors says that he was ruthless, cocky, and he thinks too high of himself, to which is true, but gojo satoru has a side that only you knew, his wife.

everything was perfect, your relationship with gojo satoru was already perfect, but why did it end up him filing divorce?

when satoru told you about the divorce, you couldn't do anything about it anymore. you couldn't even ask him about it, not when satoru never came home for a week, leaving you alone to drown in your thoughts.

what pushed him to file a divorce? where you not enough or did he found someone better than you? you hoped it's the first one because you didn't want to see satoru happy with someone that isn't you.

when satoru came back, you didn't have a choice but to sign the papers.

not once did he talk to you, or explain everything to you. he just watched you sign the paper.

satoru sat across you as he played with the pen on his hand.

"here." you muttered with a hoarse voice as you pushed the folder infront of him and satoru only stared at the paper before closing it.

he stood up, fixing his tuxedo as he took the folder in his hand and turned around. but you wouldn't let him, not when he didn't explain everything to you. you didn't want a divorce in the first place.

"satoru." you called, standing up at the chair as well as he glanced back at you. "satoru.." you called again but this time, your voice was pleading.

satoru gulped the lump in his throat as he looked back infront of him and looked down on the ground.

"i don't want this, satoru." you said as you walked close to him. "say something please, why? what happened?" at this point, you couldn't stop anymore as you spilled every question that you've been keeping for the week that he was gone. "did you- did you find someone?" you asked, looking down on the ground as if you were ashamed of your question.

"i don't need you anymore," he said, but those simple words never failed to put an ache in your chest.

"what?" you said in disbelief.

"don't make me repeat myself." he said with a sigh.

it was silent for a moment and satoru was taken aback when you pulled him by his wrist.

he watched as you place your wedding ring on his palms.

"i don't think i can keep this." you said as you look at his blue eyes, hoping that he would take back everything.

"keep it." he said as you shake your head.

"it's expensive, right?" you said as you sighed deeply. "take care, satoru. our times together, i hope some of it were genuine and real." you said before leaving his penthouse.

-

i don't need you anymore. did satoru only agree to the marriage because he needed something from you? did he finally get what he wanted? but-

satoru did love me at some point, right? at least he did. you said to yourself as you hit your head with your hand, trying to remove the negative thoughts and forcing yourself to think of the positive ones. 

you wonder what satoru wanted from you? was it really from you or your family's business?  

you pinched yourself, hoping and praying that everything was just a dream, and you'll wake up with satoru beside you, kissing you, telling you how much you mean to him, unaware of your tears coming out of your eyes.

"you had one job! the gojo clan was already in our grasp, how could you let that man file a divorce! you're such a failure." your mother said but your mind was still left in your shared home with satoru, you were still processing the whole divorce incident as you stare at the ground, his last words playing inside your head like a broken radio. 

"what are you crying for!" she said, a scoff leaving her mouth. "i knew you were useless for this job, i should've let your sister marry that vicious man." you mother muttered as she massaged her temples. 

what job was your mother even talking about? you were opposed with their objectives when you married gojo satoru. they wanted the money and power, but you just wanted to be loved, which even satoru couldn't give you. maybe you really are a failure. 

you stayed in your dark room countless nights with your mind was somewhere and your heart? gojo satoru took it with him. he took your heart, and you were left with nothing. 

"satoru.." you mumbled, caressing the cold empty spot beside you, thinking that he was there, lying beside you with that toothy grin on his face.  

you smiled as you hugged his imaginary figure. you were going insane, creating an image of him in your mind to cope up. 

you hugged him as tight as you could but, in the end, it was just you and your cold pillow. 

"this is her?" naoya zenin said as he crossed his legs. "looks like she just got out of the jungle." he said, laughing at his own words. 

your mother laughs nervously as she forced you to stand infront of her. "i told you to get dressed!" she whisper-yelled on your ear before going back from forcing a laugh. "ah yes, this my youngest daughter, she's still not in her right mind. you know, that gojo satoru ended things with her." your mother said that caught the zenin's interest. 

"oh? gojo satoru, huh?" he said a smirk making its way to his lips. "fine, i accept your proposal." 

- 

"but mama! satoru and i are married!" 

"shut up! you're sick in the head." 

"no!" you said as you pushed her, her back hitting the couch as she was forced to sit down. 

"how could you push me!" she said, gripping your forearm as you whined in pain. "i'm selling you off to the zenin's! you better do your job better this time." she said as you shake your head. 

"satoru will be sad mama..." you mumbled as tears started to gather in your eyes. your mother can only scoff, convinced that you've hit your head and gone insane. 

- 

"satoru answer please." you cried. you already called him multiple times but all were left unanswered and yet you still refused to give up. "please.." you tried and tried, until the number blocked you.  

so this is where it ends.  

a curse left your mouth as you squeezed your hair with your fingers. 

"gojo satoru wasted a gem like you." naoya zenin said as he clicked his tongue, sliding his finger on your jaw to your lips. "it's his lost, darling." he said, giving your lips a peck. it was disgusting but you couldn't do anything about it as you let him. 

naoya kissed you but all you could think of was satoru. the way naoya hugs you, satoru's hugs were the most comfortable. his words were not as sweet as satoru's. everything naoya does to you, satoru could only be the person in your mind. 

the marriage was private, only your and his relatives were around to witness.

it's been a month and you're still hoping that satoru would suddenly appear and take you away, but as more months passed by, your starting to lose hope.

-

you cupped naoya's cheeks in your hands as you leaned your forehead against his.  

"satoru." you mumbled as you smiled and then a yelp left your mouth when you were pushed. 

"that's too cruel, (name). stop calling me satoru, don't compare me with that piece of garbage." naoya said, squeezing your cheeks with his fingers. "listen, gojo dumped you, even used you! he did not see the real you, he did not realize how precious you are, and it's me! only I saw it. forget about that trash, this is not about him."  

shut up! 

"okay, i will. sorry naoya." shut up! 

"yeah? that's it, clever girl."  

- 

"satoru!" you jolted awake from a nightmare as you looked around the room. 

"it's naoya, darling." 

"oh, s-sorry! i didn't mean-" 

"shh, it's fine."  

"i'm sorry naoya.." 

"like i said, it's fine." he said as he smirked at your helpless situation. "a kiss in exchange."  

- 

"come on, say it." 

"i love you.." you gulped the lump in your throat as you tried to get up from his lap, but he stopped you before you could even move. 

"hm?" he hummed, caressing your waist with his hands. 

"n-naoya." 

"say that again." 

"i love you, naoya." 

"there we go. i love you too." 

- 

"we hate him, right? he's our enemy." naoya said as you hummed in response, but that wasn't enough for naoya. "say it." 

"gojo satoru is a piece of trash." 

"right? he is." he said as he chuckled.

- 

"why did you hurt yourself?" naoya said as he caressed the fresh scars on your wrist. "see what that man does to you? he's poisoning your mind!" naoya cooed as he wiped the tears in your cheeks. "i'm here, you don't need him." 

you didn't expect to see satoru after the divorce several months ago at a party where all clans were gathered, enemies or allies, it doesn't matter. 

"if it isn't gojo satoru." naoya greeted, a smirk forming on his lips as the blue-eyed man scowled at him. naoya eyes shifted from the woman beside gojo satoru. "such a beautiful lady, your wife, new wife perhaps?" naoya said as the woman exchanged glances with gojo. 

"we're not-" 

"naoya?" your voice cuts off the woman's and naoya couldn't be happier for your right timing. 

"ah, meet my wife." he introduced, your eyes meeting with the blue ones. naoya thought it was entertaining to watch you and his enemy. he couldn't contain his smile as he watched gojo's eyes go widen, but then naoya's eyebrows furrowed when he saw how you looked at gojo satoru. 

you felt naoya's hand tightened on your waist. 

"h-hello, it was nice to meet you." you stammered, avoiding the curious blue eyes. 

"stop bothering me." he said, and your heart couldn't hurt more as he left, your eyes meeting the worried ones of the woman that was just beside him as she followed him. 

all your hope disappeared as you watched satoru leave the venue. 

"see? he's so rude."

- 

"come on, stop crying now. everyone would think we're fighting." naoya said. 

"i'm sorry." you cried, wiping your face with a tissue. 

"gojo satoru was so rude, right? he told you to stop bothering him. poor you." he said as he rubbed your back up and down with his palm. 

"i hate him..." 

"that's right! hate him!" naoya said with a clap of his hands. "he doesn't deserve you." 

- 

"gojo that's enough." the woman, who is his friend, shoko, said.  

"another glass please." satoru said. 

"drinking wouldn't do anything!" shoko scolded, taking the glass from satoru's hand. "i shouldn't have agreed with your request, gojo. you should've asked another woman, i'm a busy person too you know?" shoko said. 

"fuck, i want to kill that bastard." 

"why did even walked out that way? she got sad, i saw it." satoru gulped the whole glass in his mouth as he slammed it on the table.

"satoru, we should carry out the plan now. this is the only chance." 

"i don't want this, satoru." you said as you walked close to him. "say something please, why? what happened? did you- did you find someone?" you asked, looking down at the ground as if you were ashamed of your question.

"i don't need you anymore," i still do, i'm sorry.

god, no one knew how much he wanted to wipe those tears in your cheek, he wanted to take everything back, but he knew he couldn't. 

satoru cursed himself as he watched you leave, clutching the ring close to his chest.

-

you were calling him continuously and satoru couldn't have the right time to answer it. his father saw it and forced him to block your number.

just like you, satoru didn't want the divorce, but his father forced him saying that your family wasn't a help to their business.

satoru doesn't give a single fuck about the business, he wanted you, not the money.

satoru couldn't stop thinking of you for the past months after the divorce.

you told him your situation in your home, how your parents abused you as a kid. you told him you don't want to go back there anymore and satoru, he promised that he wouldn't let that happen again, but who knows what is happening inside your so-called home now that you were separated.

satoru threw every thing he could reach across his room. he didn't care if some of it were glass, but then he stopped when he get a hold of a frame. it was you and him on your wedding day.

he still remembered how awkward you acted that day.

"fuck, i miss you so much.. my love. i'm sorry." he mumbled, caressing your face in the picture as a tear left his eyes.

-

"suguru, you have a house in new york, right?"

"satoru, what crazy plan are you having in your head right now." suguru joked but noticed that his best friend was being serious. "what's up?" he asked.

"i'll buy it."

"what? why?"

"i'll- we'll run away."

"are you insane?"

"if it's for my wife, i am."

"satoru-"

"suguru, you won't get involved, i promise."

"it's not about that satoru, i'm worried for you and (name)."

"satoru, we'll meet at the parking lot. remember, don't let anyone see you." shoko said.

"i owe you and suguru, shoko." satoru said as shoko rolled her eyes.

"that's what friends do right? now go, i'll get your woman."

-

"hi!" shoko said as he sit beside you. she looked around, your husband looked busy talking with other businessmen.

"hi.. you're satoru's friend right?" you said. shoko was thankful you still remembered.

"i am. do you want to get some fresh air?" shoko suggested and you were hesitant at first before coming with her.

-

"where are we going?" you asked but she ignored you as he continued to pull you with her.

"sho-" you were cut off, there he was, standing infront of you.

you looked around and shoko wasn't there anymore.

"w-what? what are you-"

"(name)." satoru called as he held your hand but you were fast to retract it.

"don't-" you said as you took a step back.

"i'm here to take you back, (name)." satoru said, trying to reach you only for you to step back again.

"no, you can't.. you can't, he'll be mad!" you said and satoru's heart ached. "he'll hurt you, satoru!"

"he can't do that, come (name), let's run away." satoru said, finally embracing you.

"satoru, it's too late." you mumbled, tears gathering in your eyes. "i'm already married.."

"let's run away." he repeated. "i'm sorry, it took me a long time to get you, i was planning everything out." he said as he cupped your cheeks, your tears stopping at his thumb.

"but you said you don't need me anymore." your voice cracked and satoru hates himself for saying that.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean it, i swear." satoru said as he brushed your hair with his fingers.

"really?" he nods as he leaned his forehead on yours.

"i love you, and i need you. let's run away, hm?"

"satoru, they will still look for us." you said as satoru tucked you on his arms.

satoru knew that, but for now, he'll indulge in this moment with you. he used one of their private jets to fly to another country.

"then we'll run away again. i have connections."

"what if they hurt us?"

"i will protect you."

"ok, i trust you."

"what happened here?" satoru asked as he saw the scars on your wrist.

"it's nothing."

"he's hurting you, huh?"

"no. satoru let's not talk about him, please?" you said as satoru's eyes shifted from your lips.

he gave it a peck as you tried to chase it when he pulled away.

you cupped his cheeks and forced him to kiss you as he deepened it.

satoru held you by your shoulders as he cornered you on your seat.

he pulled away as he cursed. he missed this, the taste of your lips.

"did he touch you?" satoru asked and you only kept quiet.

"i thought about you.." you murmured shyly.

"is that so? did he make you feel good?"

"no, only you can!" you exclaimed as he chuckled.

"don't you think they'll let us be together once i gave you a child?"

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View of Paradise (Satoru Gojo x Reader) PART EIGHT

[𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝙊𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝘼𝙐]

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗔𝗠 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗥 (𝘄𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟭). 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁 (𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵)

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 || 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 || 𝘀𝗶𝘅 || 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 || 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 || 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝗲𝗻 || 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 || 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 || 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗳𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲…

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Usually, you would have just enough patience to get you through your shift. Just enough.

  But it was cold again this morning. You slept like utter trash last night. You had to watch your little brother hold back tears less than twenty-four hours ago. Now there are four hours left in your twelve-hour shift for the day. And after being at the counter for five hours already…there’s a fight breaking out in front of you. 

  Well…

  Fight isn’t the correct word. Not at the moment, at least. Two of your regulars sat down on the stools in front of you around ten minutes ago, just a little towards the end of the counter. One was a banker, who had gotten off early and was looking for a bit of an escape before heading home to his rather large family (you remember when Maki had to serve him, his wife, and all seven of their children a couple of months ago for someone’s birthday - she didn’t stop complaining for weeks). The other was a businessman, stopping in for a cup of coffee and a little pick-me-up before going back to his office for a late night. You rather liked both of them. They were polite enough, and they tipped well when they were feeling well.

  But today, the two of them came in and sat down nearly minutes after each other- both in a foul mood. Grumbles, frowns, gruff looks - the whole nine yards. It wasn’t like you weren’t used to this though. You’ve been working in the service industry for forever and a half at this point, after all. You could deal with a grumpy customer. But after placing some glasses of water in front of them, you tried to make some small talk while taking orders. Then one thing led to another, and suddenly someone’s glass of water was knocked sideways onto the counter.

  And someone else’s sleeve was left soaking wet. 

  You jumped into action as soon as you heard the cry of outrage from one of the men, dabbing up the water as quick as you could. You let out as many apologies for what’s happening in your prettiest sounding customer service voice to just about every at the moment as you try to take care of this mess. The banker. The businessman. The quiet-looking guy who just almost managed to slip completely undetected onto one of the stools next to the duo of disaster. Even to Nobara, who had to swoop in behind you and move a few things out of the way before it was soaked by the water. In the meantime, the two of them had started to stand up and squabble. 

  Voices started to rise over each other. The men started to get red in the face. One stuck out a finger, wagging it in the air before jabbing the other in the chest with it. The other made crude gestures with his hands before getting even louder. So loud in fact it feels like the whole diner froze and looked towards the two of them. 

  Your face started to burn in embarrassment. As you looked around the building, all you could see was the eyes of other people - the eyes of other customers and servers and even some of the kitchen staff poking their heads out and looking at the two of them. Whispers were starting to spread around them. And the TV playing a new breaking news segment wasn’t even enough to drown out their antics. All eyes seemed to be on this corner of the room. All conversation seemed to be on this corner of the room. On you and the men who look just about ready to swing at each other in front of you.

  Which is the last thing anybody wants eight hours into a shift.

  Realistically, you know it wasn’t your fault they were acting that way. You know this. You’ve had something happen before, after all. But faces are getting redder. Voices are getting even louder. Another finger jabbed into a chest as both of them took a step closer. Somewhere in a far corner of the diner, a toddler starts to cry. Somewhere else in the diner - much, much closer - a voice chimes in and tells the two of them to knock it off as you try to round the corner and step between the two men. It’s a bit mortifying to watch your customers (two of your regulars, at that), have a go at each other. But now that it’s starting to look like they may actually swing at each other, you know you have to get more involved.

  You hold your hands out in between the two of them. You offer coffee on the house and ask both of them to let you take care of things. It doesn’t work. At least, it doesn’t pacify them as much as you needed it to, and you faintly hear Nobara call into the kitchen for backup from one of the bigger guys in there. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the kitchen door swinging fully open at Nobara's call. Two people come out- head chef Nanami and that big, eccentric guy you always see hanging around Toge (did Nobara really call him Panda? What type of name is that?). Either way, they make a beeline towards you and the two guests, concerned frowns on their faces as you try to bite back your own exasperation. 

  Still, you try your best to calm things down. But there’s still shouting over you. And they’re still inching closer to each other - as if their anger is about something more than wet sleeves. And the tension is starting to become too much. It’s starting to become suffocating. You already had a rough night. You already had a tiring morning. The last thing you need right now is this. 

  Luckily for you, Nanami is quick to swoop in and come in between you and one of the men while that Panda guy does the same on your other side. The whole diner still seems to be watching, waiting for what happens. But as Nanami steps in, that serious ever-present scowl on his face, the businessman steps down. Just a little. It helps that Nanami towers over the guy by a good couple of inches, so the guy is quick to gulp down whatever his next insult was in favor of being “invited” to speak with Nanami just outside the diner. Chef Panda (seriously, is that actually his name?) is able to do the same with the banker, although he has more of a warm and understanding approach as he offers to take the man to the bathroom to help him deal with his wet blazer.

  And just like that…

  …the tension is gone. 

  You heave a quiet sigh of relief as you watch Nanami back while he escorts the businessman outside. The chatter has already begun again in the diner. The child that was crying seemed to have calmed down. And eyes were starting to turn off of you and onto their plates of food or the TV or just about wherever. You heave another sigh of relief- just because you can, and you turn back around to watch behind the counter.

  Nobara watches you as you come to join her, and she’s quick to pat you on the shoulder with a sympathetic gaze on her face before going back to work on her own section of the counter. You send her one last grateful look mixed with an apologetic smile and whisper thank you as she retreats. She just brushes you off, as she usually does. But you have a feeling you’ll be owing her a small favor for jumping in and helping out sooner or later. Not that you mind, of course. 

  You let out yet another sigh, although this one is much lighter than all the last. You take another good look at the diner. You’re surprised Mr. Zenin hadn’t stepped out of his office to investigate. Usually, the man is far too nosy for his own good, but you assumed he’d at least try to step in since he has in the past. It is his diner after all. But if he didn’t come out during the thick of it, he surely wasn’t coming out now that minutes of peace and quiet have passed. 

  Still, you don’t really have any room to complain much at the moment. Things are much, much calmer now. Completely back to normal, even. Some customers are focusing on their food. Some customers are focusing on each other. Talking to a waitress. Enjoying the silence. You name it. Though as your eyes give the room another glance over, there are noticeably more people glued to the TV than you would have expected. But you suppose that isn’t too out of the ordinary by now. People watched TV before the Gojo Chocolate Candy Craze, after all. They’re bound to watch it after it has ended, as well.

  The sudden thought of the Gojo Chocolate brings a sting to your chest. It makes you recall all of yesterday. All of the selfish hopes you had riding on just a few measly candy bars. To make your brother’s dream come true. Hell, to make your dreams come true. You lost your childhood to jobs like the one you have right now at the diner. You didn’t want Yuuta’s life to go down that same path without a fight. But perhaps even more than that, you wanted to jump at the chance of finding that ticket for yourself. You’d take your brother with you, of course. But it would be you stepping foot inside that factory. It would be you embarking on an adventure- just one more adventure. It would be you enjoying all that candy. All that chocolate. Like a little kid in a candy store. Like the little kid you always wanted to be, but never could. It was just never in the cards for you back then. Just like it wasn’t in the cards for you this time around either.

  Just then, a throat clears somewhere in the room. 

  It’s a bit far away so you know it’s not meant for you. But it’s loud and direct enough that it manages to snap you out of your thoughts. You shake your head out once. Twice. Then you turn back to the counter and start grabbing all the dishes your two “refined” gentlemanly customers had to leave untouched to clean them up while offering up another apology for all your customers who seemed to be waiting for you at the counter.

  You highly doubt the two of them are coming back. At the very least, you know for a fact that you lost out on tips from two customers the moment their fight began. So you really don’t have the time to be distracted or to be moping around and feeling sorry for yourself.  Not anymore at least. You’ll have time to cry once you’re in bed, facing your pillow. But for now, you need to focus on stacking these barely-touched cups of coffee, trashing these barely-bitten muffins, and greeting your guests properly. Finally.

  But the second you lift your head, you’re met with yet another surprise (or rather, a curveball) into your shift.

  “Hi, Sis.”

  “Oh!” You exclaim as you nearly jump out of your skin as you come face to face with your little brother on the other side of the counter.  “Yuuta!”

  The dishes in your hand clatter around and make a frightening type of noise. But luckily, nothing drops, breaks, crashes, or anything as you manage to right yourself in time to make a swift recovery. Your attention turns back to your brother, only to find that he’s looking up at you expectantly. His bookbag was still on his back due to all the stools around him being occupied, and a clump of woven material was in his hand. A glass of water in front of him and one of his school books off to the side of him. 

  He already looks comfortable where he’s sitting. To be honest, it’s almost like he’s been here for just about forever and only now decided to speak up. Though knowing your brother’s personality, that’s not too surprising.

  But what is surprising is the fact that he’s here way earlier than usual. Way, way, way earlier.

  “Didn’t have work today,” Yuuta supplied helpfully as if reading your mind (or the confusion on your face). He had a small smile on his lips, looking much happier than he did last night. “Mr. Yaga said I had off for my birthday. And Look-”

  The clump of woven material in your brother’s hand was thrusted into your face. You aren’t able to take it from his hands due to your own being full. But after one good look at it, you’re able to tell instantly it’s a winter hat. A brimmed beanie to be exact. And a good quality one, it seems.

  “Mr. Yaga made it for my birthday,” Yuuta tells you. His smile is even wider now, all eager and full as he beams at you. Exactly the way a kid should look in your opinion.  “He says it’s for being his best worker this year.”

  You offer up your own smile, opting to place down a few of your plates in favor of giving your brother’s hair a quick, affectionate ruffle. An action he was unsuccessfully able to swat off before you go back to handling your dishes.

  “That’s very thoughtful of Mr. Yaga.” You say back, before giving a slightly more firm look as you make sure to slip a quick lesson. Just for the hell of it. “Make sure you tell him that he’s been a very good boss to yo-”

  But your words were quickly interrupted. By someone else. By a new voice. But not a completely unfamiliar one.

  “Oh? Did I hear it was your birthday young man?”

[shewasverynice]

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen 

⚠️ SPOILER HEAVY ⚠️

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death 

Full tags/warnings on Chapter links post

Major Characters: Original Character, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Yaga Masamichi, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu

‎‧₊˚✧ Chapter 3 ✧˚₊‧

Of all the things Satoru was good at, stealth wasn't exactly his strongest skill. Sure he could do it, especially if he really put his mind to it, but so often he didn't really need to. Why bother? It's not like he needed to get the jump on anyone or anything. Besides, most creatures could pick up on his massive cursed energy even if he wasn't doing anything yet, so it's not like being stealthy even worked usually. No, there really wasn't a point to try to be stealthy.

These are the things he considered as the bucket of hot mop water crashed into limitless' barrier and he watched the girl he'd been tailing sprint away with her mop still in hand.

Even since he spotted her that day in class, Satoru had been trying to get some kind of idea of who she was and what she was about. He'd followed her every chance he got, any time he was free he would tail her at a distance and see what she did every day.

She wasn't a student yet, that much was clear. Apparently she was a year younger than him and Yaga had mentioned that she was staying at the school early for her safety. The curses were more drawn to her was the excuse he'd given, but Satoru already knew that was a lie.

Her cursed energy was practically non-existent. She might as well have been a non-sorcerer.

Every day she worked as what amounted to a maid. He'd see her in the morning collecting all the sheets that needed to be washed and by the afternoon she'd be hanging them on the lines. She had a large set of keys strapped to the belt loop of her oversized jeans and was freely able to go into the rooms to change the beds. If not doing laundry, she was scrubbing floors and cleaning the windows, dumping the garbage and sorting the trash correctly or sometimes weeding the garden.

On top of that she just looked so small to him. He had to be at least a foot taller than her. She carried around a little step stool sometimes and he watched her still have to reach up with an extended rod to clean the windows on the top row. It's not that she was really all that short really, but she still seemed too small to be doing this kind of job in particular.

Why was such a young girl made to work the school grounds like this?

The question gnawed at him, and finally he couldn't take it anymore and he'd finally approached her. That's how he'd become acquainted with the mop bucket. He'd be more upset if the water had actually been able to be dumped on him, but he was still irritated that she'd actually tried that! It's not like he did anything weird.

"Hey!" He called after her, catching up nearly instantly, "Relax! I just want to-"

"Back off, pervert!" She grunted, turning on her heels with the mop held out like a sword, "I swear I'll--"

"I'm not a pervert!" He huffed, swatting the mop handle away, "I just wanted to talk!"

"Yeah right, buddy," she narrowed her eyes, taking a few steps back, "I've seen your creepy ass following me all week. I don't believe that for a second."

"Creepy?!" He put his hand to his chest, actually surprised she'd say that to him, "How- what?!"

"Yeah that's right, I saw you," she sneered, "You didn't even try to hide it either. Fucking pervert!"

"Woah, now hold on," he waved his hand, taking a step back himself, "Relax. Let's just chill out for a second. I'm not trying to do anything weird."

"Then what the hell are you doing?" She asked, her eyes still narrowed.

"I'm just curious who you are." He said, holding his hands up in front of him. He felt like he was trying to tame a wild dog or something. Actually... She did look like the kind of girl who might actually bite him if she was provoked enough.

"So why not talk to me like, I dunno, a normal person?!" She huffed, a hand landing on her hip. Her shirt was oversized too, the fabric bunching under her palm.

"I mean yeah I could have done that I guess," Satoru said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "I dunno."

There was a long awkward silence. Even the birds had stopped chirping, gone silent as if they were listening in to Satoru while he fumbled this introduction so hard. Neither of them said anything for so long that trying to break the silence had become the weird part.

Satoru cleared his throat, pushing up his round sunglasses with his fingers, "Alright, let's start over."

"What?!" She yelped, "You can not be serious? After all of that?!"

"I'm Satoru Gojo," he said with a smile, ignoring her outburst, "And you are?"

She finally let the mop handle slide down in her palm, resting the end on the ground. She leaned into it a bit, cocking her head to one side as she kept her eyes fixed on him. Her eyes were partially hooded, the forest green color of her irises catching the afternoon sunlight as she looked him over.

"Sarah," she said cautiously.

"... Just Sarah?" He said, probing her to continue, "No... Last name?"

"Nah," she said with a shrug as if that was the end of it.

"Ooookay...." He said, "Weird, but I've heard weirder I guess," He took a step closer to her as he bent forward to get a better look at her, "You're not from around here though, yeah? Are you foreign?"

"Yeah," she said cautiously, raising her brow, "I'm American."

"Ah," he said, "Thought so. Your Japanese is really fluent though. I can't even really hear much of an accent."

"Yeah well, I was raised here at the school," she said, adjusting her posture.

His eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. Raised here? That's not what Yaga had told him. He hadn't been specific about when she got here, but he would have mentioned that for sure. Was she lying? She didn't appear to be. As far as he could tell she was genuine.

"Right," he said with a small nod, "So uhh... Are you going to try to be a sorcerer?"

"Hmm? Yeah, next year," she said, brushing some of her hair behind her ear.

"Even with like... No cursed energy?" He asked, pointing at her, "You'd probably be better off as a window or something. You'll get killed day one being that weak."

"Excuse me?!" She snapped, "What the hell is your problem?!"

"I'm just saying," Satoru shrugged, "You're like... Suuuuper weak."

She gritted her teeth, her fist clenching at her side. She inhaled before she shouted, "Yeah, well you're a big fucking asshole!" And turned on her heels and stormed away.

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Satoru dropped his head on the headrest in the backseat of the car. His arms were crossed and his face was twisted in a permanent scowl. He was still irritated by his interaction with Sarah the day before, and his foot was tapping the back of Yaga's seat incessantly as his thoughts wandered back to that whole disaster.

Big fucking asshole? Seriously?! Most people didn't like him, sure, but no one had ever dared to insult him like that. He hadn't even said anything untrue! It's not like she couldn't understand that, right? She had to know she wasn't going to be a good sorcerer. It was obvious, right?

Then she just walked away from him too! And she didn't change his bedsheets either! She just left them in the bed with a note that said, "Oh sorry, too WEAK."

Satoru's foot tapped faster, his teeth grinding just at the thought.

"Satoru!" Yaga snapped, "Knock it off!"

Satoru huffed, sinking further down in his seat as he muttered a half-hearted, "Sorry."

Suguru chuckled, looking over from his own seat. "What's got you so wound up, Satoru?" He asked, resting his cheek against his fist and leaning against the window.

"Tch," Satoru scrambled to sit up straight again then pushed up his sunglasses, "I just don't understand why people can't just accept it when they're weak. Like, it's not like she is gonna do well. Better for her not to put herself in danger for no reason."

"Who exactly do you mean?" Suguru asked, "Shoko?"

"No, not Shoko," Satoru rolled his eyes, waving his hand dismissively, "That girl who works on the school grounds. You've seen her, Sarah?"

"Oh, yes I've met her a few times," Suguru said with a nod, "She's an interesting character. Did you tell her she was weak?"

"Yeah," Satoru said, mimicking Suguru's relaxed posture on the opposite side of the car, "She got, like, super pissed off and yelled at me after."

Yaga sighed heavily from the front seat then glanced back at the boys and said, "It's generally not considered polite to blatantly call someone weak, Satoru."

"It wasn't blatant!" Satoru clicked his tongue, crossing his arms again, "It was absolutely the truth! She's got no business trying to be a sorcerer. She'd definitely get killed."

"Did you ask her about her technique?" Suguru asked, "Maybe she's like Shoko? She could be more useful than she appears."

Satoru paused. That was true, and of course it's not like Yaga or Suguru would know that she actually did have access to a pretty insane ritual later in her life. But was that part of her technique or just something she learned? A resurrection technique was completely unheard of, not to mention the time travel as well.

Then he remembered: she'd lied about how long she'd been at the school.

"Yaga," Satoru said, sitting up and leaning forward to ask, "Why is she here again?"

"Curses are particularly drawn to her," he said, repeating what he'd told him last time, "She needs to stay within the safety of Tengen's barrier."

"Uh-huh..." Satoru lifted up his sunglasses, "You sure?"

Yaga shot him a look then sighed. He looked ahead again, his hand tightening on the wheel, "There is a binding vow in place when discussing her technique. However, I can say that she is extremely valuable and must be protected."

"Knew it," Satoru said, falling back into his seat with a smug grin, "So she's got a big secret, yeah?"

"Satoru, this is something beyond what a student should be involved in," Yaga cautioned, "You both will likely learn about her technique someday, especially being special grades like her."

"Special grade?!" Satoru blurted, "No fuckin' way!"

"Semi-special, to be more precise," Yaga corrected, "Also, mind your language."

"Semi-special grade sorcerer?" Suguru asked, "Is she the only one with that designation? I've been studying about the Jujutsu regulations and I haven't heard of that for anything but curses."

Yaga nodded, "She's an extremely special case. As I said, I cannot disclose any information about her technique but I advise both of you to keep your noses out of it for now."

"You know that just makes me want to know more," Satoru muttered, lifting up his sunglasses and grinning at Yaga through the rearview mirror. "I'm gonna find out eventually, you know that right?"

Yaga glanced back at him and when their gazes met there was something unspoken, but understood. Satoru had never really noticed how much Yaga was fighting back against the system back then, but knowing the man so well it was clear that from the beginning Yaga wanted both him and Suguru to stand up against it all. They were barely into their second week as students and already Yaga wanted them to catch onto his disdain for the current state of things.

"Why not ask her yourself?" Suguru suggested, "She might be willing to-"

"Nah, I'm pretty sure she hates me," Satoru sighed, "She's been glaring at me anytime she sees me or runs away like a stray cat."

"So maybe you should apologize?" Suguru said, furrowing his brow, "If you're so curious about her then you'd probably need to--"

"I'm not apologizing!" Satoru scoffed, "She's the one who's overreacting. I didn't say anything wrong."

"Well, then I suppose you'd better get used to not knowing," Suguru said with a shrug and a coy smile.

Soon after they pulled up to the site the window had reported. Yaga parked the car, following the two of them as they approached the hospital.

"This mission requires delicacy," Yaga said, placing his hands on their shoulders to hold them still while glancing between the two of them, "Do not do anything reckless or anything to upset the patients. The necessary staff is aware of our presence, so do not answer any unnecessary questions. Just go do what you need to and get out."

The hospital was no different than any other. Bright, sterile and oddly quiet aside from the beeping of machines and hushed whispers. A pretty standard mission for adult sorcerers, but Yaga knew he and Suguru were well past this level of mission. This kind of thing was barely an inconvenience for either of them.

They walked calmly down the hallway together, Satoru twisting curses into mush and outright destroying them easily. Beside him, Suguru easily captured the low grade curses on the other side and pocketed the black orbs for later. Normally they'd need to move people in and out of rooms to let the sorcerers work, but between these two it was too fast to even bother with all that.

Down each hall, through all the wards and on all the floors. Before long the hospital was cleared of most of the curses, especially the ones that could have become stronger. Satoru couldn't help but chuckle as they descended the stairs back down to the ground floor. This job was definitely suited for someone like Suguru. His technique was so undetectable, especially when he could just freely absorb such weak curses.

Suguru glanced in his pocket at his collection of curses and grimaced. He looked up at Satoru and smiled sheepishly before he asked, "Would you like to just crush these in one go?"

"Whaaaat?" Satoru pointed at his full pocket as he held the door open for his friend, "That's a bunch of little shits you can definitely use! Don't waste them! The more you have the better!"

"Hmm?" Suguru raised an eyebrow, "But they're largely useless? I could find much better."

"Yeah but with enough of those you can crush them up together and use your uzumaki technique!" Satoru said, making the motion with his hands like balling up laundry, "The more you have the stronger it is!"

Suguru stared at him for a moment, stopping in his tracks as he asked, "How do you know so much about my technique anyway?"

"Oh," Satoru swore internally before spewing out some bullshit, "I've just heard about cursed spirit manipulation before. Lots of people can do it but only some of them can do the uzumaki thing."

He decided to keep the part about retaining techniques from higher grade curses to himself for now. Suguru would find that out on his own anyway, if he didn't already know and it would be better if he "didn't know" about that aspect. He could probably get away with that stuff a little bit since he grew up around Jujutsu Sorcerers, but he still shouldn't reveal too much too soon.

"Well, I suppose you're right," Suguru said, looking up from his pocket again. He grimaced once again before he pulled out a few of the smaller orbs, working on swallowing them as they met with Yaga at the car.

"All clear?" Yaga asked, opening the back door.

"Yeah," Satoru said, waving his hand dismissively as he climbed in and across the seats, "All good."

Yaga sat in his seat, reaching across to open the folder of their next site. "Next stop is not far from here," he said, "Don't get too comfortable."

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"Go apologize right now," Shoko snapped, flicking her pencil at Satoru, "God, I can't believe what an ass you are!"

He caught the pencil easily, placing it back on her desk, "Oh, come on it's not that bad right?"

"You stalked the girl for a week and then told her she's worthless!" Shoko shook her head, "Yeah, it's pretty bad!"

"I didn't say she was worthless," Satoru corrected her, "I said she was weak. That's two different things."

"You did ask her if she was going to be a sorcerer and then immediately tell her she'd be bad at it," Suguru said, a sheepish smile on his face, "Why destroy her dreams before she's even had a chance?"

"You're just taking Shoko's side now," Satoru grumbled.

"No, you hadn't told me the whole story before," Suguru said, "You really should apologize."

"Yeah and then what?" Satoru rolled his eyes, "She already hates me."

"So that means you don't need to apologize?" Shoko said, slapping her hand on his desk, "Don't be such garbage. Go apologize!"

Satoru threw up his hands in a mock surrender, "Okay, alright! Damn!" He sighed, slouching in his chair, "I'll go find her after class."

He spotted her in the garden right after class after searching for a while. The air was thick the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers. She was knelt down and picking at the small weeds, her hands already filthy. The bucket that she was dropping the small shoots into had gloves hanging off the side, but she'd apparently decided not to use them? 

"Why aren't you wearing these?" Satoru asked, nudging the gloves with the toe of his shoe.

She jumped a little at his voice, then turned to glare up at him. "Oh, thank you for being worried about dirt on my poor weak hands," she said mockingly, rolling her eyes and turning back to her work.

Satoru's eyes widened behind his sunglasses before he inhaled and calmed himself down. He cleared his throat, then waited. She didn't look up at him and he did it again louder only for her to grumble in protest.

"Will you just look at me?!" He huffed, his arms straight at his sides and stiff. 

She didn’t. Instead, she pulled a stubborn root from the ground with a force that made the soil crumble in her hands. For a second, he wondered if he should just walk away, but he definitely couldn’t. Not now. He was already in it. Might as well get it done.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he continued, his frustration creeping into the edges of his voice, “I didn’t mean for what I said to sound the way it did. Won’t you give me a chance to explain?”

She froze, mid-movement, and slowly, she turned to face him. Her green eyes caught the late afternoon light and gleamed like polished emeralds. For a moment, he was speechless. She was frowning, her lips pushed into a soft pout that would have been adorable if not for the icy silence hanging between them.

He swallowed, suddenly aware of the awkwardness of his presence here, looming over her like some creep. He was a grown ass man after all, at least internally. She didn’t say anything, just looked up at him, waiting. The irritation inside him flared, his heart pounding against his ribs. How could she just sit there, making him feel like the villain when all he was trying to do was fix things?

"Sarah, you’re being impossible,” he muttered, raking a hand through his white hair, “I’m trying to apologize here, and you’re just—” He gestured aimlessly towards her, not even sure what he was trying to say. Obstinate. That was the word. She was being obstinate, refusing to meet him halfway, or even a quarter of the way.

But then, just as quickly as his frustration surfaced, it dissolved. Because there she was, sitting in the dirt, with her messy hair falling into her face, cheeks flushed, and those damn green eyes still locked on him.

“I get it,” he said, his voice softening despite himself, “You’re mad. But Sarah, I swear, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

For a long moment she just stared at him, her expression unreadable. And then with a heavy sigh she wiped the dirt off her hands and stood up, brushing her knees. Her silence was louder than anything she could have said and it rattled him, making him feel smaller under her gaze.

“You don’t get it,” she finally said, her voice low but steady. There was a sadness there he hadn’t expected, something deeper than anger. It struck him harder than he expected. This wasn't the first time he'd told someone to give up on their dreams, but he'd only ever meant it for their own good. But this time? This was different...

He opened his mouth to respond, to argue maybe, but nothing came out. How could he fight a statement like that?

"Well... Maybe explain it?" He mumbled softly, "I'm not really all that good at this kind of thing."

She stepped closer, to his surprise, and asked him, "Do you have something that you want to do? Something you really want?"

Satoru blinked, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Sure, of course he did. He had a lot he wanted to do, especially with this second chance. The second chance that was given to him by her, ironically. He decided now probably wouldn't be the best time to bring that up to her.

"Sure, yeah of course," he answered after a pause, "Are you gonna tell me to give it up? Is that what you're trying to say?"

"Imagine that your whole life you've been told over and over you have to be something," she said quietly, "And that you had to because you're the only one who could."

His breath caught and he swallowed hard. Yeah, he could definitely imagine that.

"And then you find out that you don't have to do that," she said, clenching her fist, "You find out that even everything they said doesn't have to be true and you can do something different."

He nodded a little and then nearly yelped when she stepped closer and shouted, "And then some big fuckin' asshole shows up and tells you the same stupid shit you've been trying to get away from!"

"I-I didn't realize--"

"You think I don't hear that every day? You think I don't have "well wishing" senpai and pro sorcerers telling me I'm weak and shouldn't try?" She continued, her eyes flashing with anger, "Well, fuck you! I'm in charge of what I do and I don't give a shit if you think I'm weak!"

The emotions going through Satoru at that moment were so bizarre he almost laughed out loud. He'd been yelled at plenty, of course he had. The higher-ups were always bitching about something, but always had a hint of fear. Yaga had yelled at him and Suguru plenty, but that always was a little less harsh than Yaga wanted it to appear. Lots of people would get mad at him for the shit he said, but even still he knew they weren't fully ready to commit to writing him off. They needed him, after all. They couldn't just get mad enough and push him away permanently.

This girl though? This little girl didn't give a shit about him and that was somehow incredibly refreshing. She yelled at him like she wasn't afraid. She would have been perfectly happy to never see him again. No one had ever looked at him with such conviction! She hated his guts completely in that moment and holy shit it was exciting for him!

"Damn, well I had no idea you were so mad!" He said, trying not to show his smile, "I'm serious, though. I'm really sorry."

She narrowed her eyes and pointed at him, "You're about to laugh at me, aren't you?"

"No?" He said, pulling his lips in to fight off the smile threatening him.

"Well, Gojo was it?" She said, "You'll see, shit head. You'll fuckin' see just like the rest of them."

She bent down, angrily picking up her bucket of weeds and started to push past him. He groaned with frustration, following after her and calling, "Hey, hold on, wait! I really am trying to apologize."

"Fuck off, dude," Sarah grunted, "I don't want to hear any kind of advice from some cocky first year who doesn't know shit."

"What? I know lots of shit! What do you mean?" He said, actually a bit offended, "Don't you know who I am?"

"Don't you know who I am?" She mocked him, copying his tone of voice.

"No, like," he scoffed, catching up to stand in front of her, "Satoru Gojo? You know, the guy with the six-eyes?"

She narrowed her eyes, "What, are you some kind of big shot? I don't give a shit about titles."

"It's not about the title, it's because I can see the flow of cursed energy and I--"

As they were talking Sarah had begun to walk faster and faster. Satoru, of course, easily caught up with his long stride. After just a few moments she was practically running and he was still just above a trot.

"Go away!" She shouted, "I don't want your half-ass apology!"

"It's not half-assed!" He shouted back, "Just listen to me!"

It felt like time suddenly dragged as he watched her turn back to shout at him. She didn't realize how close she was to the paving stones on the walkway and the toe of her sneaker caught, sending her toppling forward. Immediately he reached out to catch her but she swung the bucket at the same time. The bucket slowed to halt on the limitless space between them and she instinctively let it go as his arms wrapped around her shoulder and waist to catch her.

This was where things got strange. He saw the rim of the metal bucket crack into her face, he saw the small droplets of blood. There was no way he missed it, because he was already asking if she was okay when he blinked and the bucket was still in the air. The second time she was slightly to the left and the bucket just barely missed her.

He stared at her, his lips still parted and eyes wide.

He instantly let her go, his brow dropping low. She landed on the ground with a thud, grunting before she looked up at him with a glare.

"What the hell was that?" He asked, unsure if he really had seen what he really did.

"What was what?" She huffed, pushing back up onto her feet and dusting off the front of her jeans.

"You... You got hit with the bucket didn't you?" Satoru asked, grabbing her face with his hands. Her cheeks squished a little in his fingers as he turned her face left and right, but not finding even any redness. Not even a single mark left on her pale pinkish skin.

She swatted his hands away and grumbled, "Why'd you even bother to catch me if you were just gonna immediately drop me?"

"No, hold on I saw it!" He insisted, pushing her hair out of her face now and still searching. She swatted at him again and whined with annoyance but he wouldn't quit, "I saw that hit you right in the face! There was blood and everything!

"What are you talking about?" She huffed, struggling away from his grasp.

"No, no no no I'm not fucking crazy," he said, getting annoyed now, "Did you like... Did we go back a second before it happened? Is that your technique? Is it like time travel? Is that it?"

"I don't have a technique," she said, pushing him back, "Stop touching me, asshole."

A puzzle piece clicked into place suddenly for him. The binding vow. If they really wanted her technique to remain a secret, then it made sense that they would word it so that she forgot as well. But then it must work automatically much like his limitless right?

Boy, was he tempted to just slap her to see if it worked. Not that he would enjoy hitting her or anything, but he just really wanted to see if it would immediately reverse again. He decided against it, just in case it might not work that way, but still the temptation was there.

"Are you okay?" He asked, softening his voice, "Seriously. Your knees okay?"

She sighed heavily, looking up at him before she said, "Yeah. Yeah I'm fine."

"You gonna let me apologize now?" He asked, leaning down a little closer.

"Well I guess I should at least hear you out," she muttered, fixing her hair, "I'm pretty sure you won't leave me alone until I do."

Perfect. This was his chance. If he could get to know her then he'd definitely get his chance to figure out how her technique worked. But right now, she really really didn't like him. Like, at all. He needed to get her interested somehow. Needed to hook her in so that she wouldn't half-heartedly listen to his apology and then just leave and ignore him.

No, this was the perfect time. The perfect opportunity to bust out exactly what always worked. No man nor woman had ever been immune to his special technique. Everyone fell for it for at least a little bit. Well... At least until they got to know him a little better.

He peeked over his sunglasses at her, pushing them down with his index finger. He smiled when shen caught sight of his glowing, sparkling blue eyes and gasped. Just like everyone else, she was surprised by how bright they were.

"Woah, your eyes are nuts!" She said, reaching up and pushing his sunglasses down further to get a better look, "Damn! What's up with that?"

He grinned at her. Gotcha now!

"It's like fuckin' light blue Gatorade!" She said, squinting.

"L... Light blue Gatorade?!"

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[doukeshi-kun]

hiii keshi!! this is my first ask to you ever so i really hope tumblr doesn’t eat it !! i wanted to ask you a question about writing if thats okay with you but before i do i’d just like to tell you that your stalker kolya fic actually changed the wiring of my brain lol it was SO good!! i remembered reading it on the train when it first came out and being SOOOO devastated that i had no one to talk to about it!! its my all time favorite nikolai fic and i’d just like to tell you that <3

anyways!! my question to you is; is it normal to spend a long time on writing fics? 😭 it sounds like a very stupid question (trust me, i know) but it’s kind of been itching at my brain for a while now. so basically i’m writing this gojo x reader/OC fanfic (i dunno if you’re that into jjk or not) but its supposed to be in first person POV and a long fic having at least 20-25 chapters.. i have an idea of what i want it to be like, plans of subtle foreshadowing, backstories, plot points but i’m not really sure if these things should be taking up so much of my time 😭 it took me a day to plan out the first chapter and i’ve only gotten 20% of it done so far. I usually need a whole day to write 3000 words (i struggle) while i always see most writers posting about being able to finish a whole 6k words oneshots (which is SUCH a talent).

is it something that gets easier the more you write?? i’ve been writing for 5-6 years since i started at 13. what can i do to improve this?? or is it a case of ‘not every writer is the same’??

i’ve never talked to another writer before, never thought about reaching out to anyone but today i feel like i kinda do need someone elses opinion with this 💔 i’m so so sorry for the long ramble, it’s difficult for me to simply things <3333 absolutely love your work <3

haiii thank you so much for the kind comments ❤️ you can always talk about stalker nikolai with me hehe

so, to answer, yes it is totally normal to spend a long time for a fic! and you're planning to do a long fic that has like, 20-25 chapters, so it's totally normal for your planning to take some time. this is the case of "not every writer is the same"

take me, for example. i need at least two weeks to write a fic for stalker nikolai. and there was one time i had to take about almost 2-months for a trash sugar magic's chapter. and now, i can only post once a month because i need more time and i am also busy with other stuff in life.

so 3k words a day is very impressive! hells, 1k a day is also impressive. personally, there really is nothing to improve because you are working on YOUR own pace. i think, rushing to get a fic done will give more harm than good (for example, you might get easily burnt out or you feel obligated to keep posting in such a short period)

take your time, plan out your fic, write what you can and don't worry about whether you're a fast writer or not. you're still a writer ❤️

goodluck on your fic! 🫶

[yuumisagi]

ENCOUNTERING A COCKROACH !

❦ what happens when they show up?

pick a character ༄ gojo, sukuna, nanami

content. swearing, ooc

notes. i think cockroaches should go extinct . . . anyways this is one of my favorite pieces i've written <3 hope you enjoy

➤ GOJO SATORU

you jump onto the bed as soon as you saw the brown creature crawling up the wall

“SATORU COME HERE QUICK!!! THERE’S A COCKROACH!!”

“The Great Gojo Satoru to the rescue!” he dashed inside and quickly grad the creature with his two fingers

“how- how could you touch that thing with your bare hands-”

“oh no it can’t touch me”

“oh.”

like an annoying prick he is, he leans toward you and wavers the cockroach in front of your face

“EW satoru throw it away”

“huh? i don’t wanna” he pouts and continues to bring it closer to you “hElLo FrIeNd, My NaMe Is CoCkRoAcH”

its squiggly feet and long antenna is delivering chills from the back of your spine

the more you resisted, the more satoru persisted

he even took some pictures of the creature with you being scared af in the background

til the point that tears started to form in your eyes did he realize that he had gone too far

he finally leaned back and took a plastic bag to wrap the dead creature, disposing it in the trash can

“i’m sorry y/n” satoru moved on his knees toward you on the bed as he enveloped you to his chest, hands stroking your hair to calm you down

“you’re mean”

“yes i went too far this time” he kissed u on the top of your head

you wiped your tears on his sweatshirt and looked up at him “you didn’t wash your hands did you?”

“i dispelled the infinity, same thing”

you let out a little scoff while he planted light kisses on your nose to your cheek and forehead

“sorry i made you scared baby” he cupped your face and lightly pinched your cheeks

“but you were so cute tho”

“but it wasn’t fun (._.)”

“i’m sowwyyyy” gojo apologized as he kith you on your puckered lips (bc he was squeezing your cheeks) multiple times

➤ RYOMEN SUKUNA

you and sukuna were just laying on the bed on a peaceful sunday morning, with his arm over your shoulder as you lay your head atop of his chest

it felt so right and weirdly wrong at the same time because who would have thought that sukuna was capable of settling with just ‘laying on the bed’

you wished you could just stay like this for the entire day, until you spotted a brown creature crawling on the closet door

“EEEK— SUKUNA! A COCKROACH!!” he followed your finger as you pointed at the bug

“what? you afraid?”

“of course i AM. they’re disgusting.”

outrageous. he thought. how could you be more afraid of that tiny little brown thing than of him?

“oh my gosh it’s moving on the floor ew!!”

sukuna got up and stepped on the cockroach, killing it on the spot

“wait no- you shouldn’t kill it! it will only attract more cockroaches”

“great. then we can just kill them all” he sat on the floor with his legs crossed, waiting for the its friends to come out

but now it’s noon already and not a single cockroach had came out of their hiding yet

hmph, at least these f*ckers know their place

“sukuna are you hungry? i’ll go make us something to eat”

before even receiving an answer, you went out of the bedroom

he’s dumbfounded. how did you have the audacity to leave him alone just like that ಠ_ಠ

but then “AAAAACK–” your scream made him hurry to the kitchen

a cockroach. again.

sukuna’s mad mad 😠why the heck is this bug messing with his girl ?!

“listen here you low-life. you and you friends get tf out of here before i change my mind and wipe your species into nonexistence”

him talking to a cockroach is weird enough but what’s weirder is how it understood what he said because it started to quiver and crawl out the window

then he turns to look at you with a smug face

“praise me” is written all over his face

okay guess he deserves it “oh my- you’re so scaryy” (your-scared-face.jpeg)

“I KNOW” *laughs like a maniac*

➤ NANAMI KENTO

“i’m home” nanami came back from work a bit later than usual

“welcome home”

you went to the doors and took his vest coat while he took off his shoes

“i already ate but do you wanna eat first or– !!!”

you jumped at the sight of a cockroach on the middle of your way back inside

“what’s wrong love?”

before being able to answer him, the brown thing has fled away, which made it even scarier

“th-there’s a cockroach but it got away…”

you scanned through the floor and freaked out again when you mistook a bag of black hair tie for the creature

noticing your trembling shoulders, nanami carried you in bridal style with his sturdy arms

“tell me when you see it and i’ll get rid of it”

30 minutes passed and no signs of the creature while he’s still carrying you

“maybe it already left. you should eat dinner kento”

“it’s okay. i’ll eat after i catch the bug”

he proceeded to walk around the house in search for the little thing

tired, you leaned your head on his broad chest

he haven’t changed his work clothes yet ’he smells kinda nice’

after-work nanami definitely smells different from early-morning nanami

there’s some smell of sweat mixed with his usual cologne that radiated from his blue shirt

and his heartbeat-

all so calming that you unknowingly fell asleep

when he noticed that you slept, nanami brought you onto bed and tucked you in the blanket

oh my gosh it sounds like he’s babysitting you

of course he checked all the corners of the room for the cockroach first before leaving to shower and eat his dinner at 11pm lol

then he finally got into bed and cuddle with you to recharge his energy for the next day of work

but he took his day off tmr tho :) because he wanted to catch the bug that’s bothering you instead of staying worried at work

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊 and 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙 ? ⇢ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

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[noritoshiikamo]

Headcanons for the cursed womb siblings when they ship you and choso please 🌝 but choso is like a “job first, love later” kind of guy. He is responsible👏 He wants to support his siblings first👏 But they want nothing more than for their brother to have a lover.

modern au! office worker choso x reader no warning, just fluff. death painting brothers are normal humans, choso is just oblivious, reader is in love anywaysssss okay, i know it said headcanon but i went overboard and i cant help it anymore, choso brainrot tagging: @booksweet , @fushigurocockslut, @lazy10ieiri, @sassyeahhhh, @cotton-curse, @thevoidwriting, @dukinaxael

- job first, love later

you were the first girl choso ever brought home.

except it was by accident. your car had broken down in front of the office and you being typically you, had no idea what had happened to your shit car. “stupid, stupid!” you cursed, opening the front of your car, watching as puff of smoke escaped. you panicked, you never had anyone told you what to do with your car and such.

you were the only child in your family, your mother passed away when you were just a child and your father disappeared. you were sent away to a distance relative, the gojo where you grew up with satoru and his adoptive brother, megumi. but they are useless as a lump of coal. “y/n, are you okay?” you whipped up your head, wiping the dripping sweat off your worried head as you were greeting by a familiar face.

“oh, choso, thank god, do you know anything about car? i cant figure out why wont it start,” you cried clutching on his white sleeve before shrieking. you watched at your fingers left black smudges on his shirt, panicked overwhelmed you as you realised you just ruined the chance for help by ruining your savior’s shirt. but choso only laughed, brushing your panicked look aside and handed you his briefcase. “how long has it been like this?” he asked as he rolled his sleeves, you shrugged. “10 minutes? i think.”

“do you have any cloth i can use to check the coolant?” he asked. you nodded and headed to back, throwing the briefcase in the backseat. coming back with an old rag, you were surprise when choso grabbed your wrists. your face warmed up as he twisted and turned your hand, “did the steam hit your hand?” he asked, glancing up to your face. you shook your head and handed him the cloth. you watched as he did his thing, in 5 minutes he had the engine running and the temperature meter down.

“please, cho, let me sent you home. as a thank you!”

he smiled, “you don’t have too, i can take the subway.”

“i insisted!” you exclaimed, “plus i have your briefcase! aha, you need it so if you want it you have to let me drive you home. please?” you insisted, throwing a puppy face as you clutched both hands to your chest. he exhale heavily, before holding out his hand. your brow shot up in confusion, you placed your hand on his larger palm. you looked up to the older man, a small smile on his face. he was holding his laugh. “your car keys, y/n. lemme me drive you home at least,” he clarified, causing you to mentally slap yourself. the keys exchanged hands and you get in the passenger’s seat. he's a careful driver, he used the blinker and didn’t speed, you felt instantly safe under his care.

“do you live alone, choso?” you asked your coworker. he shook his head, “i live with my younger brothers, eso and chizu. our parents died a long time ago.”

“oh, same. my parents died a long time ago. i’m their only child. my uncle took me in, he’s like a brother to me,” you explained, reminded of your childhood growing up with satoru. he might not be an ideal father figure but he loves you like his own sister. the car slowed down in front of block A of some apartment. “you live here?” you asked glancing around. his apartment is definitely on the lower class scale, the building looks like it could be hundred years old with the chipped paint.

“yeah, i’ve been raising my brothers alone. money’s a bit tight, they are still studying,” he explained grabbing his case from the back. “thank you for helping me with my car,” you stopped him, placing your hand on his, “please let me replace your shirt. just tell me the brand and i’ll buy a new one, i’m so sorry.”

choso offered her a smile, waving his hand dismissively. “it’s okay, i can get the grease off easily. i should thank you for the ride instead. i owe you for that.”

“in that case, can i see your home?”

choso looked at you in amusement, his hand reached forward to ruffled your head, “you’re weird, y/n. but okay. a cup of tea won’t hurt.” he was sure that none of his siblings are home, parked the car and let you trailed him as you both entered the lift up to the 5th floor. you didn’t seemed to be bothered by the surrounding, the stray cats and the random pile of garbage, eyes only trained on his back as you trailed him. his house were around the corner of the stairs, further from the elevator with number 532 on the blue door. he pulled out his keys but the door was already opened.

“chizu won’t throw out the trash,” a shirtless guy with a mohawk greeted them, he was instead more surprised to see you hiding behind the man, “oh, who is this?”

“my coworker. she drove me home, i offered her some tea. i thought you two aren't home, clearly i was mistaken,” he mumbled, annoyed that his brothers were actually home. he turned to you who was looking away, he could see speckle of warmth on your face. "y/n, this is eso. eso, go be a decent human being and put on some shirt," choso ushered the man away before calling you in. you could see panic in his face when eso instead announced that choso was bring his girlfriend home to the other brother.

you couldn't help but to laugh.

-

you stood in front of door 532 ringing the door bell.

you could hear some yelling. someone was telling to get the door, someone yelled that they were busy in the bathroom and someone was angry in the kitchen. you felt conscious, maybe this was a bad time. you placed the paper bag on the floor and prayed you can make it to the stair but door opened. a voice greeted you.

"y/n?"

your steps halted. you turned around, flustered that you got caught. choso stood by the door, apron covering half of his bare body with a spatula in the other. "uh hi, i was just here to drop you something," you pointed to the bag on the floor, absolutely refusing to look up, why is he being so attractive in that stupid apron for, you cussed, "i'm sorry for disturbing your sunday, i'll go."

"is that y/n?" a voice in the background called.

choso looked back and nodding, "yup, it is her." you could see the desperate look on his face before another head popped out from the door. it was his younger brother chizu. he took a bite of the pancake, a wide smile on his face, "what's up, big sis?" the boy with the blue hair greeted her. you shrugged, pointing to the bag that's now in choso's hand. "i was just dropping something, i don't want to disturb your sunday," you shook your head but chizu insisted that you stay for breakfast.

"come on big sis, choso rarely bring any girl over, it actually is exciting to finally talk to someone who isn't as annoying as eso," chizu laced his arm around yours and dragged you through the door. you look at choso for help, the man could only shoot you a sympathetic smile before shutting the door. he followed you, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen as he watched you sat by the table. eso started filling your plate with fresh batch of pancakes while chizu started talking about this band he started to listen. you listened to it attentively, thanking eso for the syrup before he took a seat beside you.

choso took a peak of the paper bag, a small smile on his face when he realised there's a brand-new shirt in it with a sticky note on top of it. i'm sorry, hope this one fits you- the note said. he looked up to back to the table, you started to look like you belong there. the house has always been empty, it was just him and his brothers. you're just like a bouquet of fresh flowers sitting in a vase in the middle of the table; breath of fresh air to the kusozu family.

"pancakes, choso?"

your voice disturbed his thoughts. "tchh, choso, why you're looking at y/n-chan like that?" eso threw a spoon playfully at the older sibling as he walked to the table, "say, y/n, choso didn't do anything sexual to you or anything right? as your brother i'm worried," your eyes widened as you choked on your drink. chaos ensued in the house as choso threatened to murder the middle child, chizu could only sit back and enjoyed as you tried to calm him down while eso's obnoxious laugh echoed the small apartment.

"you better apologize, you broomhead or i'll murder you!"

eso stuck out his tongue, dodging the flying cup, "never!"

-

"i got something for chizu. would you mind giving it to him?"

you peaked your head in his office, waving another paperbag in hand. choso took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose, "you don't have to spoil my brothers, y/n. they are already a brat without you." you rolled your eyes and placed the bag on his pile of paperworks. "my younger brother, gumi- he knew the band's drummer, y'know the band he's been talking about and got a signed album for me. i'm not a fan so i figured chizu would've enjoyed it better than me." he peaked through the paper bag, a small smile on his face as he thanked you. you both sat in silence, you felt like you were disturbing the man so you excused yourself.

"y/n," your hand froze on the handle, "how can i pay up for everything nice you've done to us? i feel like it's unfair that you're doing all this nice things and i don't want to owe you anything." your turn and watched as the man walked close to you. choso looks handsome as usual, the blue tie matched his eyes while his slightly longer hair is slicked back. you recognized the shirt he's wearing, you bought it for him and it was nice of him to wear it to work.

"would like to go for a coffee with me?" you asked boldly.

"it's a date."

-

"it's not a date," choso sighed, combing his hair back.

"it is," eso crossed his arms on his chest, "she asked for a coffee and you said it's a date. bro, it is a date." the younger brother shook his head, motioned for him to part his hair. "slicked back make you look like you're going to office, yuck. if we wanna impressed big sis, you gotta look better than this."

"it's still not a date," choso protested, "it's just a coffee meet up."

the doorbell rang.

"yeah, it's not a date when you spend an hour worrying over your hair, cho," chizu ran to the front door, waiting at the door was you. you didn't have to go up and fetch him at the door, but you actually enjoyed meeting his brothers you didn't mind the hassle anymore. "damn, y/n, you dress better when you're not going to office," chizu complemented you. you could only shake your head, pocketing your hands in the plaid skirt that fell just at your knees, "i only dress up to important stuff, job sucks ass, i ain't spending my good outfits going to work," you kicked off your boots and walked in.

"you listen to that cho, at least she knew that this that is important!"

your eyes widened at his word and the younger brother dodged your fist easily. choso peaked through the door, a smile grew on his face when his eyes caught yours, "huh, i didn't realise we are going to colour coordinate," he said, stepping out. you realised that you both had accidentally matched each other's outfit, speckles of warmth spread all over your face when you noticed how it looks like. chizu, being the loose lip took the words right out of your head, "you both look like you're dating."

"we are not dating!" both of you exclaimed immediately only for eso and chizu to share a look.

"stop that," choso warned, disappearing into the kitchen, "tea, y/n?" you yelled a yes before following him. "don't mind them, they are being an idiot." you watched as he poured sugar in a cup with teabag, before putting the kettle on. "i don't mind," you shrugged it off, fidgeting nervously with the corner of your blouse. the comforting silence that engulfed both of you were short lived.

"oh, choso, i actually want to tell you that i like you!"

chizu's soft voice easily imitated your voice, something you took offended off. you turned around to see the two brothers perched on the kitchen hatch. "i do not sound like that!" you gasped. it was eso's turn, coming through with his rendition of choso.

"oh, y/n! i like you too, but i'm just dumbass and refuse to admit my feeling!"

"i will not hesitate to sent you back to mom and dad," choso warned.

"i also think that eso is way good looking that i am, but i'm scared that he will swoop you away from me," eso continued, at this point even you couldn't hold your laughter as you pressed your palm over your mouth. "what you laughing for, y/n?" choso's eyes narrowed as he glanced at you, huffing in annoyance. "hey! don't be mad at me for laughing, he did it well." you could see his own cheeks growing redder and redder with every mocking.

"go away, boys," you shushed them, walking to choso's side as he poured the hot water in the cup. resting against the counter, you thanked him when the cup exchanged hands, looking down on the swirling liquid that you didn't realise choso's fingers hooking under your chin, tilting your face up. all you realised was his soft lips against yours.

you are kissing your coworker in his kitchen.

"cho-" you whispered between the kiss but he hushed you, his hand now resting against your waist pulling your closer, deepening his kiss, "don't mind them." you tasted like your chapstick, his kiss was soft but it was enough to leave you breathless in his arms. you look in each other's eyes, a new realization to what had just happened had you both flustered.

"god, if our shit imitation would've finally made you both realise that you two dumbass like each other, we would've done this months ago," eso snickered. the two brothers had moved from the hatch to the table, heads resting on hands watching the new lovebird. "would you mind waiting for 5 minutes while i murder my brother? i promise it won't take long, then we'll continue with our date," choso asked quietly, brushing a stray hair off your cheek as you brought the mug to your lips, hiding the small smile behind the cup as you nodded. you watched amusingly, sipping on your tea as the two brothers ran around the small apartment, yelling profanities while chizu hugged you.

"welcome to the family, big sis."

you ruffled his blue hair, your cheeks hurt but you just couldn't stop smiling, "if it wasn't to you, i don't think i wouldn't even dare to speak my feelings. so, thank you. the voice acting was shit tho."

"you thank us, you hate us, geez, big sis, make up your mind," chizu teased you, winking as he brushed it off as a joke, "you help us a lot, i never seen choso so happy before. he worries a lot. about us, money. it was good sometimes to see him put himself first," chizu shrugged, cheek resting on your shoulder, "we survived before, we'll survive now. choso has nothing to worry about. you too, we are alright, okay?"

you nodded, resting your cheek on his head, heart overwhelmed with love for you newly found family, you felt belonged here.

[ssatoritendou]

Old Spice, Breakfast, & Memory Lane

Pairing: Itadori/reader

Yuuji Itadori

+ summary: Yuuji takes notice that you slept in his sweatshirt. In which leads into a conversation about your future, and talking about your past as well.

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: fluff

Warning: hornee Yuuji

“___, you won’t believe what this cursed- Shit you are sleep,” Yuuji said putting up his hands feeling guilty. He switched to whispering. “Sorry, Babe.” He placed his hand on your head gracefully stroking your hair.

“She looks delicious to eat,” Sukuna said mouth appear on Yuuji’s palm licking the hair under his hand.

Yuuji slaps his hand to his face. “I thought I told you to never do that to her.” He growled.

“Too bad though she smells like you.”

“Just ignoring me fine. What do you mean she smells like me? She always smells fresh like a clean spring day, refreshing.” Yuuji smiled.

“Maybe because she is wearing that gross yellow sweatshirt of yours and smells like your old spice. I have to live with it every day for the rest of my life.”

Yuuji stopped listening to the demon living inside of him and looked at his beloved girlfriend wearing his yellow sweatshirt, that desperately needed to be washed.

He smirked. He got up from crouching and took off his uniform. Slipping into bed behind you wrapping his arms lightly.

You wiggled up against him. He groaned when you did that but he suppressed that thought letting his chin rest on your head.

“No talking for the rest of the night you. She needs her beauty rest.”

“You can say that again.”

As much as Yuuji wanted to fight Sukuna for even muttering another word, he didn’t want to go wake his sleeping angel.

There were only four things that woke up Yuuji. 1) the bright sunlight pouring into his room when he forgot to roll his shades down. 2) Nobara when they need to go on a mission. 3) a wet dream. 4) the smell of food being prepared.

This morning it was the smell of breakfast. He could smell the eggs and sausage being cooked on the small hot plate. He sat upon his bed, fixing his pillows. He found himself staring at you in all your glory still wearing his sweatshirt. He let his eyes stop at your ass and his head fall to the side as he leered your round cheeks peeking out of the grey sweat-shorts.

“Morning Yuuji.” You said without turning around.

“Morn’ baby.” He said in a gravelly morning voice.

You turned your head slightly to say, “breakfast will be ready in minutes.”

“Thank you, baby.” He chuckled as he putting arms behind his head. “Do we have any syrup?”

“Yuuji you think I don’t already have it out for you?” You said to point your spatula towards his bed tray with a bottle of syrup already on it and a small glass of apple juice.

Now you were putting the food on his plate. Turning around with the tray in hand which was set up beautifully, his silverware wrapped in a napkin, his apple juice had a straw in it, a bottle of maple syrup to drown his eggs and sausages in, and a small vase with some wildflowers that grew on the jujutsu tech property.

You did this every time he came back from a long mission.

It was your way of telling him you love him, happy that he was safe and thankful for him.

“Thank you, angel.” He said picking up your hand and kissing it.

“How was the mission?” You asked.

“It was fine. The cursed spirit was weird looking. It was yellow, this was the first yellow cursed spirit I have seen. It looked like a Picasso painting."

You nodded understanding his description. You have only seen them briefly in high intense situations but you don't see them as frequently as your friends.

"It is not like I look forward to them. We are just doing a job and trying to find the fingers as well.”

He started to shove more food into his mouth syrup dripped down onto his chest. “You want to clean this up?” He asked in a flirty tone.

You only rolled your eyes picking up the napkin wiping his chest.

“Worth a shot right?”

“You know I love when you are overly flirty.”

He laughed. “I love it when you wear my clothes.”

“Oh, you noticed?”

"Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you." He said playing with your fingers resting on his leg.

“You even smell like the rat. That god awful old spice body wash and body deodorant.” Sukuna chided into the conversation.

“Stay out of this Sukuna.” You said picking up a sausage sticking it in the demon’s mouth. The demon willing took the sausage and chewed on it.

“You looked so cute last night,” Yuuji said. “I wanted to wake you up and tell you how pretty you look.”

He put his hand on your cheek as you rested against it. “I just can’t see myself ever living without you.” You said.

“Hey don’t think that way. I’m always going to be here. I need you to know that.”

“Yuuji…”

“___ baby, if I weren’t a jujutsu student we would’ve never met.”

That was true. You were Mei Mei’s niece. No clue how it was possible but your parents were both sorcerers and passed away at young age doing their job. Mei Mei became your parent. She never stayed in one place because of her job. You never developed curse energy. Mei Mei was thankful for that. Jujutsu Tech offered you, board. In return, you helped around the grounds.

You remembered the day you met Yuuji.

He and Fushiguro were hanging out by the open concrete archways. He had been sipping an apple juice pouch overly petting Fushiguro’s demon dog. You had been tending to the garden when the carton of apple juice had landed into the bush. You picked up the pouch and stomped over into their direction.

“New blood?” You asked Fushiguro.

“____ this is Yuuji Itadori. Sukuna’s vessel.”

“Yeah, idiot Satoru mentioned it in passing. He never gives the full explanation.” You said grunting.

Itadori was sitting there starring at you during a brief conversation with Fushiguro, finally speaking up when there was a small silence. “That is the most I have ever heard him talk.”

You laughed a little bit. You smiled turning towards him, “Itadori is it?” He nodded. “Keep your trash in the trash bin or live to regret it.” You walked away.

“Who is she?” He asked Fushiguro.

“Thats ____, ___. She is a sorcerer's niece. Her parents were sorcerers. She was raised here for the most part. I’ve known her for a long time. She doesn’t have cursed energy she is normal. But Gojo did teach her how to fight. Be afraid.”

It wasn’t long after that he “passed away” but you were cleaning some of the rooms and you heard a movie playing and walked in and saw Itadori sitting there sipping on his 4 can of soda holding a stuffed bear by its head.

“Itadori? How? I thought—you should be dead.”

“Trust me I don’t understand it either. But no one can know. A small number of people know.”

“So I can’t tell anyone?”

“Exactly.” He said with a thumbs up. And then the stuffed bear knocked him in the face.

You laughed so hard that your insides started to hurt.

Itadori pulled the stuffed bear off of him and got it to calm it down to sleep. He started staring at you again. He started laughing too.

“You want to watch movies with me?” He asked.

“Sure.” You said sitting down and eating some of the chips and drink what was left of Itadori’s soda. “Sorry about that. I haven’t really eaten anything today.”

‘Inadvertent kiss.’ He thought for a minute looking at you in the eyes making an awkward silence in the air. “Uh..yeah it’s fine. What do you want to watch?” He gestured to a stack of DVDs.

You scanned the titles. “Let’s watch Scream.” You said holding up the case.

“Really a horror movie?”

“You fight curse spirits every other day. This is nothing.”

“I just don’t want you getting scared.”

“Pfft.” You said.

You hated to admit it but Itadori was right you did get scared. Only when it was gross. You shoved your face into a pillow.

“You can come over here if you want.” He said looking away from the tv and your direction in general. You moved over closer to him. Over time while watching the movie he put his arm across the back of the couch slightly touching your shoulders.

When the credits started rolling you said. “Itadori if you wanted to ask me out or kiss me you could have.”

“What?”

“Never mind then.” You sighed.

“No no no…I do want to ask you out just didn’t think you would say yes.”

“You don’t think highly of yourself?”

“…I don’t usually have any luck with the ladies.” He said rubbing his head.

“Consider this lady impressed by you.” You giggled.

Itadori leaned down and kissed your cheek.

“You missed.”

“What do you mean I missed?”

You turned your head to him and straddled his lap. “I mean you missed.” You kissed him on the lips.

He was a little stunned by your boldness. He wasn’t sure what to do at first. But soon he melted into the kiss soon putting his hands on your waist.

You pulled away.

“So are you my girlfriend?”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course dumbo.”

Now you were here laying in his bed holding onto him to dear life. Tears were rolling down your cheeks and you were sniffling.

“Angel it will be ok. I can handle myself. You have seen me fight.”

“Yuuji I know that. It’s just the ending…”

“That’s a long time away.”

“Yuuji it’s going to happen. I don’t know what I will do if it happens. Yuuji if you fully turn into Sukuna I might try and save you from our friends.”

“___…”

“Yuuji it’s you. If there was a chance I could save you….” You couldn’t even finish the thought your face started to crumble.

He picked up your face. “___ I understand if it were you I would fight off everyone any way I can.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I promise everything will be ok. We will be ok.”

You nodded your head in his hands.

“Come on little lady let’s watch a movie together.” He pulled you closer to him.

“Scream?” You asked.

“Oh yeah definitely Scream.” He chuckled. Putting the movie on. “I love you ___.”

“I love you Yuuji.” You pecked his lips. He squeezed you in returned.

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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 || 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘅 𝗚𝗡 Shaman 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Synopsis - Satoru is your home, and boy does he have a surprise for you after a mission.  Word Count - 1,827  Genre - Fluff Warnings - Language, just Gojo being Gojo. 

For most, home was a building. Sometimes where your family lived, or maybe just by yourself with a pet to accompany you after a hard day at work. That was for most though. You didn’t have much of a family. You were an only child, your parents were killed by curses at a young age, and any other family you did had casted you aside because they blamed you for their death. 

You were lonely after that, that was until you met the spunky Satoru Gojo in your first year at Jujutsu Tech. He was the one who recruited you, telling you about everything and even bringing you to meet the principal. You were accepted and then attended Jujutsu Tech with Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and Shoko Ieiri. 

You and Gojo were opposites all throughout highschool. He was flamboyant and full of himself, never respecting his seniors and sometimes even making a fool of himself. You were quiet and shy and tended to work by yourself, as you were extremely self reserved. 

You guys had bonded closely though, and since then, Satoru Gojo was your home. 

Now you were both 28 and teachers at Jujutsu Tech. You two were both special grade shamans, and went on missions together sometimes. Not to mention you had been dating for years now. Usually you opted to stay back to handle the first years while he was gone, but sometimes left it up to your fellow friend Kento Nanami if you decided to accompany him. 

Satoru was currently gone on a mission, so you decided to take Itadori on a walk with you. Him being alive was still being hidden, but you knew him and Satoru were plotting a huge reveal. “Hey L/n Sensei?” Itadori asked while you walked the busy streets of Tokyo.

“Yes, Itadori?” you responded. 

“Excuse me if I’m overstepping my boundaries, but how did you and Gojo-Sensei get together? You guys seem so different, but work so well together somehow.” he said. “Hm, well… We met when we were your age. He brought me to Jujutsu Tech and we went to school together.” you said. “Woah! Really?” he asked. “Yes really.” you chuckled. “Did you know Nanami, too?” “Yup, he was a year below us.” “That’s cool!” he said. “I suppose,” you said, “how about we stop and get some sushi as a reward for how hard you’ve been working?” you asked.

“That would be awesome!” he exclaimed “When we get there, can you tell me more?” “Whatever floats your boat kid.” you shrugged. 

You both walked together, soon entering the nearest sushi place. Once you got the food you both had ordered (more like made itadori order), you paid the man at the register and sat down. You sat down facing away from the door of the small establishment. 

“Wow! Thank you Sensei.” he smiled, digging into his sushi happily. 

“You owe me, kid.” you winked jokingly. He stopped eating and stared at you. “I thought this was to celebrate. Plus, I ordered for you!” he frowned. “Was it?” you asked. “Don’t do that!” he exclaimed, sighing of relief when he saw your grin. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” you laughed, grabbing your chopsticks and starting to eat as well. 

“Who knew you, a teacher, can’t even order for yourself.”

“Shut up asshole, I paid for it.” you giggled. “You’re so mean.” he frowned.

“Awh come on, I was just joking with ya kid.” You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you grabbed it out, seeing that Satoru was calling. 

“Hello?” you said, Itadori giving you a ‘who is it look’. You held your finger up as a way to say hold on.

“Hey. I’m dying. Just wanted to let you know.” he said in a monotone voice. “wHAT?” you whisper shouted. Itadori gave you a weird look and you glared at him. 

“Just kidding, did I get you?” he asked. 

“What the fuck, Satoru.” you said. “Goodbye.” “Wai-” You hung up on him and cut him off. “Was that Gojo-Sensei?” he asked. 

“Yes.” you said, continuing eating. 

“What did he say?” he asked . “Something that made me want to punch him.” you mumbled through the bite you had just taken. Your phone started ringing again. You picked it up and stared at the screen, eventually accepting it. “What?” you groaned. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he apologized. 

“Not funny, Satoru.” you said. He knew you were always anxious about him dying, despite his power, it was a major fear you had.

“I know, I apologize.” he said.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you said, “now what do you want?” 

“I wanted to check in on my lovely significant other! So, whatcha doin’?” he asked. 

“I took Itadori out for some sushi.” you said. “Where?” he asked. “In Tokyo, where else?” 

“Fair point.” he said. 

“Are you doing anything interesting?” you asked, taking another bite of your sushi. 

“Nah, not really. Just doing some sightseeing.” he said. “Aren’t you supposed to be on a mission?” you asked. “I am.” “Then why are you ‘sightseeing’?” 

“Because I wanted to. And I already exorcised two of the three curses that i was sent to exorcise so…” “Whatever suits you then” you sighed, rolling your eyes. 

“I’m gonna go refill my drink.” Itadori said softly. You nodded and he got up and walked away. 

“How’s my boy Itadori doing?” he asked. 

“Good.” “How’s the sushi?” “Good.” “C’mon,” he whined, “don’t just say ‘good’, say something else!” 

You were tempted to say good again, but you didn’t. Instead, you just sat in silence and continued eating your sushi. Itadori came back and sat down, quickly devouring what was left of his sushi. 

“HeLlO? Are you theRE?” he asked.

“Yes.” you said. 

“You’re boring..” he groaned. 

“You’re the one who called me.” you reminded him. “Whatever. I’ll be home the day after tomorrow. See you then!” he said. “Bye Satoru.” you said.

“Hey…” he pouted. “What?” you asked. “You didn’t say it.” he sniffled. 

“I love you, you big goof.” you said.

“I love you moreee.” he said.

“Yeah.” you said. You hung up before he could say anything else and set your phone back down on the table. 

“What was that all about?” Itadori asked. 

“Satoru is planning something,” you sighed, “like always.”

“What do you think he’s-” his phone went off. “Oh.”

“Huh?”

“Fushiguro texted me.” he said. 

“Oh, okay cool.” 

“You were a slow eater compared to Itadori, who was already finished. You slid some money over to him and nodded.

“Get some more, I know you’re still hungry. You’re under my supervision, so it's up to me to make sure you’re properly fed.” 

“Woah, really? You’re the best!” he exclaimed, hopping out of his seat to get more food.

Once he came back, you both ate what you had. Itadori looked up at you and his face kinda looked red. 

“You good?” you asked. 

“Y-yeah..” he looked down. 

“Okay then…” you chuckled at how awkward he was being. 

“When are you and Gojo-Sensei going to get married?” he asked randomly. You laughed a little bit.

“Who would want to marry me?” you asked, only half joking. 

“Me.” a voice behind you said. You turned around in your seat to see Satoru on one knee behind you, holding a sparkling engagement ring in a black velvet box. You choked when you saw him. 

“Get it Gojo-Sensei!” Itadori cheered. “So… Y/n, will you marry me?” 

Your face turned red and you just about started crying.

“Y-yes.” you said. He didn’t hesitate to put the ring on your finger and sweep you up, kissing you softly. 

“I missed you.” he grinned. 

“I missed you too, but everyone is staring at us.” you whispered. You were trying not to cry tears of joy in front of everyone, this was the best moment of your life so far, and you were glad to be able to share it with others, but you did not like being the center of attention.

“Congratulations!” someone cheered. Everyone started clapping for you and your face burned with embarrassment. 

“Yeah Gojo-Sensei! Woohoo!” Itadori shouted. 

“I hate it here.” you groaned. Satoru gave you a quick forehead kiss. 

“Nah, you love me,” he said cheekily. “Now come on kid, lets go.”

Satoru carried you outside and Itadori followed close behind after throwing the trash away from your guys meal. 

“Itadori, grab my hand.” he said. Once Itadori did, the three of you were warped back to where Itadori had been staying. 

“I’m going to take Y/n home, I’ll check back in with you later, okay?” Satoru said.

“Yes sir.” Itadori bowed. You chuckled at his actions. You held onto Satoru’s arm and he warped you back to your house.

“How was your day?” he asked, smiling like a kid in a candy shop.

“It was wonderful.” you said, kissing his cheek.

“I can’t believe I’m marrying the love of my life.” he let out a happy sigh.

“Wish I could say the same.” “What?!” he gasped.

“I’m just kidding,” you snickered, “that’s what you get for earlier.”

“Hm..” he said, “c’mere.”

He dragged you to your shared bedroom and you hopped on the bed. He laid down next to you on his back. 

“Can’t we just check on Itadori together tomorrow? I don’t want you to leave…” 

“Aww, of course babe.” he said, giving you a quick kiss. He took out his phone and texted Itadori that he would visit tomorrow instead of later tonight. 

“Why don’t we watch some movies?” he suggested. 

“Sounds nice.” you yawned. He turned the tv in your guys room on as you closely cuddled up to him. 

“What would you like to watch? He asked. 

“Whatever you want.” you smiled. He put a movie on and he hugged you tightly, showering you with kisses as he paid attention to the movie. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, “I just love you so much.”

“I love you more.” you smiled, kissing his nose.

“Impossible.” he said

“Oh, it is indeed very possible,” you smiled, “and bye the way, did Itadori know about your little plan?” “I told him I was coming, I texted him after talking to you on the phone.” “That bastard… he lied to me!” you exclaimed.

“Huh?” “He said Fushiguro texted him. That little-” “He can’t just ruin my surprise!” he chuckled. 

“You’re such an asshole.” you whined. 

“The asshole that you’re marrying,” he said, “that you chose to marry.” 

“You’re lucky I love you as much as I do.” you said, laying your head on his chest. He gently ran his hands through your hair.

“Yeah, I really am lucky.” he whispered. 

“As am I.” you smiled, holding the hand that wasn’t being used to run through your hair. 

Satoru Gojo had been your home for years, now he’d be your home for as long as you both live. Just like you both wanted since high school.

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[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

Hi can I request a SFW D, F, J, M V for our lovely Gojo Satoru.. Thanks! 😘❤

Let's get this ball rolling! 💙

D= Domestic (Are they willing to settle down with you? Are they willing to do chores? What do you two do at home?)

Gojou never thought he would settle down. That is until he met you!

With his busy and dangerous lifestyle, he thought he would spend the rest of his days alone.

Being with him, is a huge risk. The higher ups or the enemies would use you as a bargaining chip.

After lots of convincing, that you'll promise to be by his side forever. You'll have his heart now and forever.

Gojou when he's at home...he's lazy. He'll be munching on some snacks, lying on the sofa while you hang the laundry.

Somedays he's tired from work, so you let him be but if he really isn't doing anything. Some threats work really well on him.

"If you don't don't do the laundry, you're sleeping on the sofa tonight!"

"Then I'm off to do it!"

Having growing up with servants, he's not used to doing household chores.

But he will try, because he doesn't want you take take on the full workload. Teach him, he's a fast learner!

At home, within your arms is where he feels safest. Majority of the time you two would be in contact with each other one way or another.

You're watching tv? He's sitting you with his arm around your shoulder. If you're cooking, he'll come and unexpectedly hug you from behind. This man craves your touch.

Watching movies or television is something you both do very often, you'll both be snuggled up together, while Gojou throws commentary here and there.

Cooking or baking is another thing you both do. Majority of the time you both rarely get to spend together due to Gojou's work schedule. Who ever arrives home first will have to make dinner. However, you two are both at home you both help each other make a delicious dessert or meal. Nothing like eating a home cooked meal together.

Playing video games together is a must! You're his player number 2. He's very competitive so if he wins, it's non stop boasting but if he loses he demands an immediate rematch. Mario Kart or Super Smash Brothers is some the common ones you both play.

F= Fights (How often do you guys fight? Who apologizes first? How long will the fight last? What is the reason behind the fight?)

You guys argue pretty often but they're mostly about trival issues. Like Gojou forgot to take out the trash or who cooks today.

If you both do fight seriously. It would definitely have to do with "work". Because of Gojou's busy schedule you're not sure when will he be back home or when he will be gone. If you both have very different schedules it would definitely lead to some misunderstandings.

If you realize you did something wrong you'll apologize to him right away. While he spouts things like "I told you so!" but he's only teasing.

If he realizes he did something wrong it'll take him a while for him to admit it. Depending on the seriousness of the situation his apology will differ.

If it's something trivial, he'll just pepper you with kisses while says sorry a hundred times.

If it's serious, he'll fully embrace you and apologize, straight to the point no needless words.

Trivial fights don't last long but serious one may take time. Depending on who's wrong or right.

Gojou is a stubborn person so even if he's wrong it'll take him a while to admit it. Maybe days or a week but no longer than that. After all he can't resist not being around you.

J= Jealousy (How often do they get jealous? Do they get easily jealous? How will they react?)

Gojou doesn't get jealous easily. He trusts you and knows the things you do and won't do. However, on rare occasions it does happen but he won't directly voice it out.

"I'm the strongest most handsome shaman ever!" But behind that he still has insecurities. It usually depends on the person you're interacting with. If he sees you getting a little too close to someone, he'll step inーcausally stepping in between the two of you. A hand around your waist around strangers and a full on back hug around people he knows.

If a stranger tries to pick you up, he'll swoop right in towering the poor stranger. He knows he's attractive and he knows show to use it.

"Pay attention to me (Y/N), not Nanami!.

"Satoru, we're talking the recent sighting of a grade 1 cursed spirit."

Afterwards he'll just be very whiny and needy, he wants your full attention on him and him only!

M= Marriage (How do they propose to you? What’s their ideal wedding like? Where do you plan it?)

Gojou is a very spontaneous man, I can imagine him doing it during the most mundane and random moments. Such as after you're both walking home from a date or maybe it's late into the night while you're both cuddling.

Maybe moments where you're hurt or if he almost lost you.

"Marry me, (Y/N)..."

It's just a spur of the moment kind of thing, when he's the most vulnerable. When he realizes "ah, I want to spend the rest of my life with this person..."

Gojou is pretty flexible with the kind of wedding he wants. He doesn't really have a dream wedding.

The elders of his clan would definitely bug him for a Traditional one as it is customary.

However, if you want a Western style wedding instead he will definitely go for it.

Mostly likely, you both will have two weddings one traditional and western.

Money is different not an issue with this man. Say the word and you shall receive. It's definitely going to be extravagant.

Whether you want to or not he'll find a way to splurge his money.

If the elders are opposed to your marriage you'll both will just have a private wedding, inviting the people closest to you guys.

Not marrying you because someone said no is not an option for him.

V= Vision (What do they imagine their future? What is their dream? Do they want to spend it with you?)

If Gojou truly loves you, he'll definitely would want to spend the rest of his life with you by his side. Somewhere where he doesn't have to be on guard and would always welcome him with open arms.

Yet at the same time he is afraid of the dangers that come associated with him. If you're a civilian he'll try to distance himself away from you. He's afraid one day when he's not around, someone might come after you. His world is completely different from that of a normal person's afterall.

If you work in the same field as him. He'll definitely be more reluctant to push you away, because he knows you can handle yourself. It lessens his worries.

Still life as a shaman is still as dangerous, you're putting your lives at risk every time you go on a mission. The thought of losing you scares him to the very core.

Despite that he still loves you and if can't be with you he would like to associated with you someway maybe as acquaintances or friends.

He dreams of a world without cursed spirits, where he can live a peaceful life, settle down and start a family with you.

In a world crowded with darkness he dreams of a single ray of solace that is you.

Someone that will stay by his side no matter how difficult it will be.

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View of Paradise (Satoru Gojo x Reader) PART FIVE

[𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝙊𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝘼𝙐]

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗱𝗲, 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵𝘆, 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 <𝟯

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 || 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 || 𝘀𝗶𝘅 || 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 || 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 || 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝗲𝗻 || 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 || 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 || 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗳𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 || 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲…

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

All morning, there’s been a bit of a buzz in the air. 

  An excitement. A feeling. An energy that you just can’t ignore, no matter how hard you try. You felt it outside as you walked to work. You felt it inside as you greeted your co-workers at the diner. And you surely felt among the chefs. All the quiet murmurs. The shifty eyes. And you know exactly the reason why. At this point, it’d be stupid not to. It’s a like secret that everyone is in on, but nobody wants to open their mouth and say it. Though you did hear one of the chefs tell the other that they can’t until people start ordering desserts. And naturally, you know why. Anyone would know why after that news broadcast last night. 

  On its menu, the diner has six desserts. Three of them are made with Gojo Candy products. Meaning that there’s a fair chance that one of the chefs back there could unwrap a candy bar and become one of the luckiest people in the world. 

  But no one says that. No one bothers to say the quiet part out loud. Maybe they’re worried about losing out. Being in the wrong spot at the right time. You did hear some more arguing than usual about who gets what station today. And maybe they’re worried about jealousy. About action. About someone swooping in and trying to stake a claim to what’s not rightfully theirs. It’s already becoming increasingly obvious that some waitresses are being very helpful to the kitchen staff. More than you’ve ever seen in all your time working here. And you won’t lie. You were a little eager to get the trash cleared from Head Chef Nanami today. Even in the moments when you should have been minding your own business.

  You just told him it was your way of saying thank you for all the food he snuck out for you. He just asked if there was anything particularly special about the chocolate bar he gave your brother.

  He wasn’t surprised when there wasn’t, but you appreciated the disappointed look on his face nonetheless. But all too soon, you’re being called to the front of house with a coffee order in one hand and a hot bun in the other. Your world doesn’t quite have time for dreamers. For people who want way more than they could ever have. But it does have time to remind you of that every single day as you smile a little harder and make your voice a little perkier for the old man sitting at one of your tables. Hoping that he might like you enough to tip a little extra today.

  And so the cycle continues as it always does. You’re rushing around. Taking orders left and right. Busing tables. Refilling drinks. Making light small talk and little half-jokes with your regulars and a couple of new faces. All as the early morning ebbs and flows away into something normal. The buzz from earlier you felt has died down. No more whispers among chefs. No more fights about stations. And eventually, no more super helpful waitresses poking their faces and their noses in places where they don’t belong. You included. 

  But then the news breaks.

  In the middle of your shift. Just a quarter of the way into the lunch rush. And on one of the biggest TVs the dinner has to offer to its customers.

  And you almost missed it. 

  You’re behind the counter when you notice it. The quiet sound of the almost muted TV. The jingle of the news show's breaking news segment. You almost missed it. Almost decided not to turn your head and instead focus on the gentleman you’ve been serving. The one who had been eyeing you very carefully as you prepared him a cup of tea. But even though you felt his sharp eyes burning holes into your body, you still decided to put down the honey. You still decided to look up. And you’re glad you did.

  UI UI wins the first Gojo ticket!

  The diner goes quiet. Completely and utterly quiet. You swear someone turns off the music and the other TVs that were showing something else as everything in the building falls completely still. 

  UI UI wins the first Gojo ticket!

  The headline runs again, underneath the showing of an anchorwoman looking directly into the camera, moving her lips. She’s saying something- something extremely quiet that only you and a few others can just barely pick up considering your proximity to the device. But then out of the corner of your eye, you spot someone- Nobara- reaching for a remote control and turning up the TV.

  “-I repeat. The first Golden Gojo ticket has been found in none other than West Germany. Reporting to you live, here’s one of our sister stations out in Bavaria to tell you about this lucky winner of Mr. Gojo’s Candy lottery.”

  The scene changes, and yet the whole diner sits in complete silence as a woman with a heavy accent speaks into her microphone. She works as all newscasters do- give a little context, give a little exposition, and then finally- turns to the subject of interest. Winner number one. But the second the camera pans onto the little boy beside her, the silence in the diner is broken by the sound of a screeching voice.

  “OF COURSE A PIG WOULD WIN FIRST! MY BABY DESERVED THAT TICKET, NOT HIM!”

  At that, the whole diner erupts into chaos and noise. Someone shouts back at the voice, spitting a damning “How dare you say that to a child!” Other people chime in with their own thoughts. About the boy. About the voice. About the fact that there are only four tickets left now that someone has one. About the fact that the lottery is real.

  Meanwhile, you’re looking around, horrified, for the source of the one who broke through the silence. But now people are no longer still. People are no longer quiet. Instead, the waitresses are moving around- some reaching for remotes to turn the other TVs off of sports channels and daytime movies to find their closest news channel running the story. You see someone run to change the radio in one of the farther sections of the restaurant. And chefs are starting to wander out of the kitchen and peek their heads out wherever they can to catch a glimpse of a TV to hear the story as it breaks. Meanwhile, some particularly excited guests start getting up and standing around the counter to get a good look at the story running on your TV. 

  They squish around the man you were just serving with absolutely no regard for his personal space. He pulls a face at that. A sour one with a simmering, quiet type of anger that sends a quick shiver down your spine. And so you’re quick to tell everyone to back off of your guest. You hush and shoo people away as kindly but as firmly as you possibly can, encouraging everyone to sit back down in their seats, and you’ll turn the TV up a little louder. It takes a little longer than you had hoped, but eventually, the crowd that formed at the counter calms down at the reminder of the fact that this new story will likely be playing all day. After that, they wander away, and you up the TV volume a couple of notches, just like you promised.

  The new story continues, although the boy is no longer on screen. Instead, it’s someone else talking about how crazy things have been for candy sellers around the world. You listen with only mild interest as a man talks about how many Gojo Candy products have been sold in big cities everywhere. Paris, Mexico City, Vienna, Shanghai, and more. Instead, you’re a little more focused on sending your guest at the counter a sheepish look as you have to start a fresh cup of tea for him now that the one from earlier has gone cold.

  But as you start his tea, you find that he’s watching you carefully again. And although it’s not like you haven’t been stared at before, the intensity of his gaze is a bit intimidating considering how it seems like every single other person in the diner except him is more occupied with thoughts about the Gojo Candy Company right now. So you make sure you get every single thing right about his order this time. A dash of honey. A squeeze of lemon. A hint of mint. All dropped into his fresh cup of green tea, nice and steaming hot.

  “I’m really sorry that took so long sir,” You tell him as you push the drink in front of him. In the same breath, you offer to grab him something to go with his tea- a slice of pound cake, a muffin, anything really- for his troubles. But he just holds up his hand and gives you a closed eye smile. One that strangely puts you at ease despite just how scary this man felt only moments prior to this. 

  “It’s not your fault, my dear.” He speaks to you warmly before putting the cup of tea to his lips. You try to warn him about its temperature. About how very hot his tea is and how he should probably wait a little bit before drinking it. And yet, he tilts back his head and lets the drink pass through his lips like it’s absolutely nothing at all. He gulps it down. Sip after sip after sip. And by the time he brings the cup back down and places it in front of himself, almost half of the tea has disappeared. “I suppose he’s just too good at capturing other’s attention. Even from afar.”

  At his words, you think back to the boy- the winner of the first ticket- and ponder on it for a bit. You didn’t get a good look at him. But some details did stand out. The neat press of his clothes. The small stains of melted chocolate around his lips. The fact that he was still eating chocolate, even throughout the interview. His age. And well...his size too. To put it simply, he was a plump boy. A bit on the bigger side, but nothing you hadn’t ever seen before. What you really cared about more was the fact that he looked to be about Yuuta’s age. Maybe a little bit younger. Maybe a little bit older. But the kid seemed charming with that big grin of his as he showed off his golden ticket. You remember vaguely the sight of happy parents standing right beside him, smiling just as wide as the actual winner. 

  The thought makes you smile as well. 

  “Yeah,” You agree, a light laugh playing on your lips. “I think some people just have a knack for it.”

  For a little bit, your guest at the counter doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you. Or rather, looks past you. Lost in a deep thought. This time, you didn’t mind it as much. You were asked by Maki from the other side of the counter to plate a couple of pieces of coffee cake for her. And then you were handed a few tall glasses to clean out by Nobara before she took the rest of her plates back to the dishwasher’s area. You were occupied now. The diner was quieter now, even though the buzz from earlier did return. The chefs were itching for a dessert order. Waitresses were being a little too eager to help once more. And around you, the lunch rush of the diner felt more alive with energy and anticipation than you’ve ever seen before. Ever.

  But yet, all that seems to stop when you hear the man’s voice again.

  “I think you’d like him.” 

  You blink, pausing your movements momentarily before looking up at your guest behind the counter. The rest of the tea is gone. Drunken up somewhere between you washing glass number two and drying off glass number six. But now, your guest is looking at you. Looking right at you with a deep, thoughtful look fixed on his face. 

  You’re not sure what to do. But something tells you to try your best to respond. And so, you do. 

  “The-” You look at him carefully, before pointing up at the TV, unsure of what words to use in the moment. He was talking about the ticket winner, right? Somehow, you don't feel confident in your answer. Luckily, your guest at the counter seems to understand you perfectly fine and answers back with another closed-eyed smile and a nod. 

  You think about it for a moment as you put down the glasses to put off the rest of the cleaning for a little bit. You fish your notepad out of your pocket and handwrite him a receipt while the image of UI UI enters your mind. You couldn’t pay much attention to his interview. And all you really gleaned from that small segment was that he was a happy young boy with happy parents and a big love for chocolate. 

  But then you thought of Yuuta. And how much that boy reminded you of Yuuta, in his own little ways. And although you’re not quite sure what your guest from the other side of the counter means (or why exactly he’s asking a question like that), you have a funny feeling that the guy didn't say all that to get a sob story or an older sister bragging session about her kind-hearted and hard-working little brother. So you shrug. Even though you know the small smile tugging on your lips betrays you.

  “Maybe.” You answered easily. “Maybe.”

  You place the receipt in front of him, sliding it across the counter with a pen before going back to work on the few little droplets of water you left on some of the glasses. But before you can even pull out your drying rag, the receipt and the pen are being pushed back towards you, along with a neat pile of cash.

  You look down at it carefully, counting dollars and cents, before noticing that the amount of money he put in front of you is way more than the cost of just a little cup of tea. You turn your head, looking to find his eyes, only to see that he has already stood up and is getting ready to go. You open your mouth, about to ask if he’s absolutely sure about the amount of money he just paid. But then he stops you with another smile. Only this time, his eyes are open. And the look he gives you feels like he knows something you don’t. Like he knows something that everyone is blissfully unaware of. And he opens his mouth.

  “I think he’d like you even more.” He hums at you, his smile growing just a tiny bit wider. You know in your heart that’s not a very kind smile he’s showing towards you, even if the negative feelings aren’t directed towards you. But you don’t have any time to get answers. Just like he doesn’t have any time to for questions. Instead, he backs away from the counter, and raises his hand up in a casual wave of good-bye as he calls out, “Until next time.”

  You nod once at his disappearing form, and he turns to leave for the door. You watch him exit the diner, exchanging pleasantries with the person who holds the door open before you go ahead and look down at the receipt. You count out perfect change for the cost of the tea. And an extra five dollar bill poking out from underneath the receipt like a secret in itself. On the signature line, it reads a name.

  Geto Suguru.

  You take a deep breath. And then a second. And a third. And a fourth one, for extra measure. 

  Something tells you to remember that for a later date. So, you do.

[yashimolala]

⎡ where are you now? ⎦fushiguro t. & m.

★ part two of ⎡ can you hear me now? ⎦ ☆  

❀ pairing: fushiguro megumi & fushiguro toji (familial)

❀ word count: 1,494 words

❀ genre: fluff/angst 

❀ author’s notes: this is not incestuous in any manner. 

❀ tags: character study, fushiguro toji-centric, introspection, purple prose, somewhat canon-compliant (?) 

❀ description: the moments that were left at the back of the father and son’s minds, and the places where they could’ve been.

。·:*:·ﾟ★,。·:*:·ﾟ☆　　 。·:*:·ﾟ★,。·:*:·ﾟ☆

Sunflowers.

Megumi’s eyes flutter to the sight of a delightful scar.

He knows this is a dream, but it was a real memory flashing in his eyes, one that he’s never been able to recall before.

The scar was graceful, stretching to its’ full beauty on a smile. It was straight,  adorning the left side of the person’s mouth.

Slightly-chapped lips, rosy hues on glowing cheeks, and large, rough hands reaching out for him. And his safety in a delicate body is entrusted to their palms as he’s wrapped in strong, built arms.

He could not see the upper half of their face. It was a rather blurry vision he had.

But he could tell… they were joyous. Delighted. Glad. Genuinely happy. They smiled like it was the most beautiful moment of their life. Like his very existence was a miracle.

Tenderly cradling his small, fragile body; gently rocking him to a soft tune. He doesn’t know the song itself, but he loves the comfort it brings. The small humming is imprinted in his memory, a precious memento to cross at his heart.

Megumi then closes his eyes, drifting to a deep slumber, all the while listening to the serene sound.

He lets the darkness wash him over to a new dream.

Interlude.

Your smile rivals the vibrance of a sunflower, Ever brilliant and happy, Blooming with a vivid yellow power, That I can never exude.

Shining brighter than the glaring star in a summer night. Fiery blooms of beauty captivating me in its splendor, Always facing the direction of its Creator Like a lost sailor in search for a ray of light.

- Yashi

Aloë.

Megumi remembers getting ice cream in the mall when he was a child.

He was observing the strange tubs of bizarre flavors illustrated in posters; he seemed like he wanted to try them out.

His father was watching him from afar, hands shoved into his pants’ pockets. The man then sighs, “Stay in the bench over there.”

Megumi nods, sitting himself on the vacant furniture, unknowing of what he was planning.

The older male disappears from Megumi’s sight into the flood of crowds, not even uttering another word before leaving.

Minutes of swinging his legs back and forth were spent as he waited. Person after person passed by him, never sparing a glance but he felt like the eyes lurking from the shadows are on him, but at the same time, he feels like he’s within a void of empty crowds.

Just as he was to hop off and set out to search for his father, the man was right before him, handing down a triangular-looking biscuit with a building swirl of soft white.

The child looked astonished, wrapping his small hands around the cone, green eyes sparkling with the smooth, glistening frozen treat.

Toji just sits beside him, seemingly uninterested with legs spread wide, in comparison to the kid’s knees that were almost closed in a timid manner.

Megumi blinks once, before glancing down the ice cream, bringing the pointed tip of coldness to his lips, taking a small bite.

Chilled velvety mush melted into sweetness as he savors the flavor.

It’s a classic vanilla that his father could only afford.

The father glances to his side at once, watching a small smile stretch on the kid’s usually stoic expression.

“Is it good?”

“Anything that father gets me is the best.”

Toji then closes his eyes with a contented smile, clearing out the chatter of the crowds in the mall and etched Megumi’s smiling face into the back of his head.

Aster.

Toji sees the color of the skies on Megumi.

He could never forget the beady gaze of his child, often glimmering with curiosity that he could never unravel.

They glow with a glint of excitement and interest, with every thing it explores, may it be the old bookstore down the street, the trashed alleyways in their neighborhood, or the stray puppy that he saw in the park.

Toji sees the only blessing in his life.

Toji sees Megumi making his own blessings out of the world.

A small smile pulls on his lips as the child’s hand holds onto his larger one for reassurance, relishing in the sound of his laughter.

Megumi has his mother’s eyes, but he also has his own soul in those pair of sapphires. It was somewhat funny because everyday when Toji looked into the mirror, all he can see are soulless orbs of dread.

But now that he can see the life in his blessing’s eyes, he’s more than satisfied.

Azalea.

The first time Toji went out with Megumi’s mother, they eloped to the beach, where the color of their eyes can be found, symbolic of their persona as well.

When he takes the boy to the ocean, his eyes gleamed with excitement as he starts talking about the sea creatures he’s read about, like the starfish, the crabs, the seahorse and more.

His blue gaze was a living memory of his mother, reminding him of the calm ocean waves that came crashing on the grains of gold and the clear skies that rolled across the earth.

He notices his mussed hair that was disheveled by the salt water that soaked into their skin and takes a photo of the footsteps they’ve left on the shore before it’s washed away by the sweep of shallow water.  

When he feels delicate fingers graze on his knuckles, his chest surges with euphoria upon seeing Megumi who held onto his hand with his small digits, lips stretching with a smile and wet lashes framing his face.

He wants to wake up every day to this shade of blue, the voice of his son filling his ears, to live in a moment that will last until the end of his time.

Interlude.

‘You look just like your mother.’

The man remarks as he glances at the shape of his hair — same black, same spike, same curl that framed over his features that was a tad softer than Toji’s.

‘I guess I do carry her tenderness well.’ Megumi brings up a hand to the expanse of his neck, averting his focus away, refusing to make eye contact with his father.

This does not go unnoticed by Toji, as his emerald gaze catches on Megumi’s ocean ones. They were a deep shade of blue, drowning in the abysmal depths of the sea, accompanied by the shadows.

He speaks again. You both have the same eyes.

‘Cause we are both exhausted.’ The younger male responds almost immediately, but it never came out in an exasperated manner. It escaped his lips as a gentle sigh.

Toji’s eyes travel down to explore more what he shared with his mother, halting by the slim phalanges that he wore.

‘And the hands.’ He adds.

‘We share the same wilting fingers.’ Megumi wearily says, demonstrating by shifting his digits into a hand gesture that he does not recognize, only familiar with the lines and curves that shaped his wrist.

‘But that rage, your mother doesn’t wear that anger.’

‘You’re right.’ His expression that was once serene contorts into one of madness, bathed in blood and the laughter that cascades from his lips is almost maniacal. ‘This rage is the one thing I get from my father.’

Sweet Pea.

Fushiguro Toji was not expecting to have the latter half of his plans ruined by the Gojo kid who went berserk after rising from death.

All he felt was unease, unease, utter unease.

Just when he thought he had thrown his feelings away, it all comes back to him with an excruciating ache to his chest, tugging painfully on his heartstrings.

All he remembers is clinging onto his wife’s back like a helpless beast, the joy he had when Megumi was born, raising him up until he was five and fuck, he wishes he could have seen him grow up more — deal with his teenage phase, watch him graduate, have a peaceful story of his own.

He longs for a life where he could hear about Megumi’s dreams, where they talk about what happens in his everyday life over dinner, where they could live as a small and happy family with Tsumiki.

But he can’t go back to that life, can’t return to where he left off, can’t have what he want anymore so what’s the point?

He looks into the long path that was stretched out on the other way, disappearing into forever. He’s afraid to say this is the end he’s reached, but deep inside, he knows that he’s already lost, deep in the restraint of his own pride, in the choice of path that he chose and in this battle.

So when he chooses his last words, he tells them to the white-haired teen in hopes that his child will at least be able to live a better life than he did.

He just hopes that his only blessing is okay.

。·:*:·ﾟ★,。·:*:·ﾟ☆　　 。·:*:·ﾟ★,。·:*:·ﾟ☆

The language of flowers: 

❀ Sunflower = “The sunshine in your smile”/Radiance ❀ Aloe = Affection and grief ❀ Aster = Love and daintiness/Remembrance ❀ Azalea = Family ❀ Sweet Pea = Goodbye

Oh and please do keep in mind that, in the second interlude, the dialogues that are in italics belong to Rupi Kaur’s ‘Milk and Honey’.

additional notes: i said i’d write more of this so i did.