#Gojo tried to give him The Talk and megumi immediately turned around and tried to walk into traffic

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Megumi’s life in ur “tsumiki and megumi are seperated” AU is super fucked. Does Gojo secretly put him on supervillain watch. Does he try to give him the worst counselling anyone has ever seen.

Worse he keeps trying to become Megumi’s New Dad and Megumi cannot emphasize enough how much he does not want him to do this. Why does Gojo keep asking him to throw a baseball with him. Why does he keep trying to ruffle his hair.

[ponderingmoonlight]

How JJK men act when you have insomnia (can't sleep)

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader; Toge x fem!reader; Megumi x fem!reader (special thanks to @belovedvamp for that jaw-dropping gorgeous Megumi requests, like wow)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nightmares, angst to comfort in everyone, I would like to point out that Megumi is my favorite part and that I'm thinking about doing a Part 2, so if you're invested definetely let me know 😭not 100% proofread yet

Gojo Satoru

„Huh, why are you still awake babe? Aren’t you tired?”

Satoru takes in your gorgeous sight, how you lay curled up in your shared bed with your sleepy eyes darted towards him. God, why do you have to be so stunning, why does the selfish urge to keep you awake a little longer become almost unbearable for him when he knows exactly why you’re unable to sleep?

The mattress gives in under your boyfriend’s weight next to you, his hand gently caressing your head. You feel drunk, as if your body doesn’t function properly anymore. No wonder, after all you were awake for more than 30 hours by now, fighting and fighting to finally exorcise a bunch of special grade curses while Satoru was busy somewhere else.

But you’re scared to close your eyes again, to get confronted with the horrible things you’ve saw today. After each and every mission, your brain haunts you with awful nightmares, reminds you of all the death, all the injured, all the things you’ve lost.

No, you just can’t take it. You’d rather stay up a little longer in desperate hopes to be spared than risking to have another bad dream.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it”, you mumble into your heavy blanket, eyes drifting to the window.

It began to rain, heavy droplets pounding against the glass violently, thunder erupting in the dark sky. Carefully, Satoru lays down beside you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“I know you’re lying”, he mutters against your sensitive neck.

“Is it because of your nightmares?”

You turn around to face him in utter surprise. When did you ever told him about those nightmares? You always kept them to yourself, suffered through them on your own. After all, Satoru is a very busy man who shouldn’t have to worry about something like a bad dream. Yes, it seems pretty ridiculous to whine about your nightmares when the strongest of them all is the one you’re talking to.

“Don’t worry about that, I’m fine”, you lie into his face, gifting him a small smile to convince him.

But your eyes don’t lie. They show nothing but terror and dread, nothing but fatigue and alertness at the same time. Suddenly Satoru’s heart feels heavy. He should have realized it sooner, the way you always go to sleep after him when you were out on a mission. Why did it never cross his mind that all of this might be too much for you? Maybe because you’re so damn strong, maybe because you make it look so damn easy every time, carrying the weight of all those missions so that his students don’t suffer.

“It makes no sense to lie to me. Why didn’t you tell me about it, babe? I’m sure Shoko might be able to help you-“

“There’s nothing anyone could do about this”, you interrupt him immediately.

“Trust me, I tried everything out there. I guess this is just how my brain tries to cope with all those things, the people dying and stuff…”

“But you don’t have to go through this alone. We’re a team, remember? Why don’t you wake me up whenever you feel upset? Why do you go to sleep after I’m already passed out? (y/n), don’t do this to yourself.”

Gently, he cups your cheek with his hand, forcing you to look up at him. Oh, how much you hate that familiar feeling. That feeling of being useless, of being weak. Are you really too frail to even sleep after a mission? Why aren’t you able to handle the things you see like the others, like Kento and Satoru? All that training, all that power just to cry in your sleep over the things that happened hours ago.

Truly pathetic.

“Do you really think you’re alone? Especially in the beginning, Kento was plagued by nightmares each and every night so much that he couldn’t even fall asleep. Suguru and I…it is always rough, remembering the faces of those you weren’t able to save. But don’t let them keep you awake, don’t think you have to simply endure this. I’m here each and every night to hold you, okay? I’m here, you’re not alone (y/n).”

Oh Satoru.

Without thinking twice, you turn around and intertwine your body with his, desperately trying to keep your composure. How do you even deserve a man like him? A man who seems goofy most of the time but hast the softest side, a man who cares more about everyone around him than himself.

Your boyfriend, the strongest with a heart of pure gold.

“I hate when they haunt me in my sleep”, you finally give in, hiding your face against his warm chest.

“I know, babe. Trust me, we all do.”

Ever so gently, he strokes your hair and back, embraces you in his very own warmth. Satoru feels like home, like the perfection you are chasing each and every day. What would you even do without his loving arms as your home? Where would you be without his constant support? All those nights he stood by your side, watched a awful romantic movie so you’d feel good again. The countless times he cooked your favourite meal for you, only to throw it away and order food afterwards. All those times he rushed to your side when you got injured, how he always manages to be right by your side when you wake up. And oh, how tender is touch feels against your skin, how his warmth embraces you with every inch of his body. He feels so good, so comforting…

Satoru watches with a small smile as your lids grow heavy and finally close, your breath leaving your mouth evenly.

“As long as I’m the one holding you, no nightmare in the world will dare to wake you up, babe”, he breathes against your ear, holding you tightly in his arms throughout the whole night.

Inumaki Toge

You stare at the full moon blankly, mind racing. How are you supposed to get out of this alive? Are you even strong enough to lead your very own mission without someone by your side? This will be the first time you’ll be completely on your own. Without Maki, without Panda, without Toge…You trained hard these last months, you know what you’re capable of. But still…

Is it enough?

“Kelp.”

His tender voice rips you out of your poisonous thoughts immediately, glossy eyes shooting up to take in his sight. Why does he have to look so delicate with the moonlight highlighting his features? Why does his mouth have to be so damn captivating?

Why is it so easy to fall hopelessly in love with Toge Inumaki?

“Sorry, I thought y’all were asleep”, you explain visibly uncomfortably.

How embarrassing, getting caught by your crush while silently crying into the night about a damn mission. A silent yawning escapes your lips before you can stop it, tired eyes covered by a curtain of tears. God, you are so tired.

“Salmon roe.”

Before you even comprehend what’s happening, the white-haired boy takes his hand into yours gently, staring at you so intensely that you forget how to breathe for a moment. It’s like he wants to tell you that everything will be alright, that you have nothing to worry about.

“I don’t think I can do this alone, Toge. I don’t think I’m strong enough to do this…”, you finally give in.

“Bonito flakes”, he immediately replies.

Without thinking twice, he takes out a small notepad and begins to write frantically. You know he always carries a writing block with him for time that require more than a few words, more than gestures are able to say.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, you worked hard these last weeks. And you’re great! Just do as good as you always do, I’m counting on you, (y/n)! Please try to get some sleep now :)”

With every word you read your heart beats a little faster, with every word your grin grows a little wider. If he only knew how much his words truly mean to you…

“So you really think I can do it on my own?”, you question.

“Salmon!”

“Thank you, Toge”, you mutter touched.

You don’t know why, but suddenly your eyes start to burn in tears. Toge holds nothing but affection in his gaze, hand still resting on yours while squeezing it ever so slightly. He truly believes in you and your abilities, shows no doubt in your save return. Maybe…maybe you’re actually able to do this. Maybe you are indeed ready for your first solo mission.

Toge stands up again, signalling you with a gentle squeeze to stand up as well. You follow him through the dark hallways of Jujutsu High, right into the dorm you know so well.

“Tuna”, he whispers into the night before pressing you against his warm chest.

You feel as light as a feather, too stunned to speak by the way his arms feel wrapped around your body. He smells intoxicating, so good that you can’t help but sniff in and out. Is this really the first time Toge Inumaki hugged you for more than 10 seconds? It definitely is hard to let him go again.

“I believe in you, (y/n).”

Did he…Did he just speak?

“Toge…”, you breathe out, watching as his smile grows even wider.

With a last wave, he is gone in the darkness of the night, leaving you standing in the middle of your room on your own with your feelings scattered all over the place. Toge Inumaki just hugged you. No, Toge INumaki just spoke. He told you that he believes in you.

“How am I supposed to sleep now?”, you mumble to yourself.

Fushiguro Megumi

Your eyes snap open in an instant, ice cold sweat running down your face. Where are you? Is it over? You…

You breathe out. It was a nightmare. Again.

“Fuck”, you hiss to yourself while rubbing your aching head.

Why do you have to get haunted by these horrible nightmares, when will it finally stop? Even Gojo-sensei seems to be clueless about your condition, about what keeps you up each and every night.

But you know something that will help you to get through this night. Or rather someone.

Your bare feet stick to the wooden floor ever so slightly while you wander through the dark hallways on your way to his doorstep. Is he even awake? Maybe he won’t open the door at all.

Little do you know that Megumi sits in his bed with his eyes wide open, staring at the door knob in sheer excitement for your return into his arms. He knows it doesn’t mean much to you and at the beginning, it didn’t mean anything to him either. You just came into his room from time to time, searching for comfort in his hug to chase your nightmares away. And since you were friends, Megumi had nothing against stroking your head gently and wrapping his arms around you.

But something seems different now. Something about the sensation of you visiting him late at night sends shivers down his spine, your moonlit features let his heart hammer against his ribcage. It’s like he wants to hold you even closer, wants your breath to brush against his face. Why does it dawn to him how delicate your curves look and how soft your hair feels? There is no use in denying it, no sense in fighting against the obvious.

Megumi Fushiguro has fallen hopelessly in love with you.

The knocks against his wooden floor send him to his door straight away, opening it before you’re able to think twice.

“Oh, I didn’t knew you were still awake, Fushiguro”, you mutter into the darkness.

God, how much he hates the fact that you always call him by his last name. What would he give to hear his name out of your mouth once?

“What do you want here, (y/n)?”

His voice sounds harsher than anticipated while it takes all his strength to not swallow you in his arms immediately.

“I had a bad dream again…”

The vulnerable tone of your voice kills him from the inside. Without saying another word, he steps aside, allows you to enter his dorm without hesitation. You position yourself on the left side of his bed like you always do, hiding yourself in his already warm sheets. Without hesitation, he crawls back into his bed, inviting you into his arms with a long breath.

You smell as good as you always do. Why did it take him so long to realize that you smell absolutely intoxicating, that the mixture of your shampoo, body scent and perfume is addictive? Maybe he should tell you about the way he feels, finally confess how you make his heart beat out of his chest. But how would you react?

Would you…reject him? For all these years of knowing each other, you were never more than friends. Good buddies, pals, but not more than that. None of you ever crossed the line of plain cuddling each other to sleep. Not once did your lips brush over his, not once did your hands move further than his chest. Would you even love him back?

“Come on, you have to have a crush (y/n)! Is it Chris Pine, Tom Holland? Are you more into Korean guys?”, Nobara inquired over and over.

You just rolled your eyes with a playful grin, almost making Megumi fall out of his chair next to Yuji.

“I don’t have a crush on anyone. I’m perfectly fine by myself”, you insisted.

“I like tall woman with a big ass”, Yuji interrupted out of nowhere, gaining a punch in his face by Nobara.

That was it, the first time he noticed something strange. The way his heart suddenly grew heavier than metal, sunk into his chest, took his breath away. He was hurt by your words. Megumi Fushiguro was hurt by the stinging fact that you didn’t say his name like he secretly hoped for, that your eyes didn’t even flinch towards him for the split of a second.

“Hey, are you alright? Why did you tense up like that?”, you mutter against his chest while drawing circles onto his t-shirt with your delicate fingertip.

“Oh, it’s nothing for you to worry about”, he lies into this tender night.

He presses you against his own body a little tighter, watches how your eyes grow heavy with every passing minute that you listen to his steady heartbeat. This shouldn’t mean more to him than comforting an old friend, it shouldn’t make his heart flutter and palms sweaty. But the soft snores leaving your mouth sound oh so lovely, the way your eyes move behind closed lids makes his heart skip a beat. You have to be the most precious creature on this earth, so valuable that he never wants to let you go again.

Until he has in the morning. Until you return back into his arms when nightmares keep you up another night.

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[b4nka1]

my favorite animated men and random things they do when jealous and want to grab your attention!

warnings: suggestive content (mentions of smut), misogyny, toji being nice, jjk manga spoilers. not proofread.

— FUSHIGURO TOJI : he would pout as you were busy with your office work. sure, you did love him, but your work was your priority for now. he would slowly walk into your room, standing behind you as you worked. he'd start massaging your shoulders, and within seconds, your eyes closed and body relaxed. "mmh, just right, baby..." you whispered to toji, you was still carefully and gently massaging your shoulders.

"if you gave me a tad bit more attention, i'd make you feel far far better, princess..."

— RYOMEN SUKUNA : he grumbled in annoyance when you paid no attention to him. the king of curses wanted to be mad but couldn't because you were so happy playing with the new puppy he'd gotten for you. you were laughing and giggling as the puppy kept whining and climbing over you. he got the most jealous when you kissed the puppy on its yucky, disgusting mouth, according to him. within seconds, he took the puppy from your hands and put the puppy back in his crate. he turned back towards you, picking you up and dragging you to the bathroom to make you brush your teeth.

"why'd you kiss that puppy on its disgusting mouth? now i can't kiss you without feeling disgusted."

— GOJO SATORU : he was pretty much annoyed at the fact that you were paying more attention to the three freshers than him. he scowled at megumi, who was getting more interest from your end. he was beyond irritated at this point. he sure was jealous but didn't admit it, not even to himself.bhe had to butt in, of course. his possessive ass simply couldn't handle the fact that you're quite nice and friendly. he stomped over to you, with a tiny pout on his face and his brows furrowed together.

"they're my students, but i hate the attention you're giving them."

— KUROSAKI ICHIGO : isn't exactly the type to get jealous, but he is very possessive. whenever he notices another man, especially abarai renji talking to you, he would ever so casually walk over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. he'd indulge himself in the conversation, laughing and nodding with whatever was going on. his arms would then creep down your back slowly as the conversation proceeded. he'd ever so subtly squeeze your butt and act as if nothing happened after he did so. when renji notices, he takes a leave and waved goodbye to you. you turn to ichigo and scold him for doing so.

"what? i'm just squeezing what belongs to me, you don't get to scold me on that."

— GETO SUGURU (villain era, you're not on his side) : he is a calm and collected man. but when he notices you and satoru being too close physically, practically invading each other's personal space, a smile and a bulging vein of anger on his forehead is prominent on his face. he silently swore to get you fucked raw before the war broke out. mimiko immediately notices this and huffs, "why don't you already go claim what's yours?" she snorts, going back to doing something on her phone.

"well, she will suffer. so what if we drifted apart? who is she to move on from me? she's still mine."

— NANAMI KENTO : he had been working overtime and came home late. to make matters worse, he found you on a long ass call with one of your guy friends, who used to like you. dismissing the jealousy, he took a shower and ate the dinner you prepared for him. and to make matters even worse, you were laughing at something he told you about. he was clearly frustrated and irritated, and of course, jealous of your little guy friend. when he had enough, he snatched the phone from you, putting it to his ear,

"either you end the call or hear me fuck her dumb and make her scream my name."

— ZARAKI KENPACHI : despite his rough and tough demeanor, poor guy also gets jealous of you spending time with ikkaku and yumichika. he tries his best not to show it as a kenpachi but fails when yachiru notices it. "ken-chan, don't worry, i gor your back!" she giggled happily. she searched around the seireitei and finally found you casually hanging out with yumichika. she walked over to you and held your hand. you raised your brows in surprise when she tugged you to the direction of the squad 11 barracks. she pushed you into zaraki's room, closing it behind her. zaraki sighed, hugging your waist.

"sorry, i kinda felt...jealous but didn't show it because of my status...i'll buy yachiru some treats for helping me."

— ABARAI RENJI : has his zanpakuto ready in its shikai state when you were found talking to ichigo. he angrily stomped over before byakuya stopped him. "they're just friends." he told renji and ordered him to sheathe his zanpakuto. renji grumbled and followed his order, stomping towards you, with a small pout on his face. he kept on giving ichigo glares until he took the signal and left.

"next time i see that piece of shit, i'm making him watch me pound into you."

— ZENIN NAOYA : oh boy, this misogynistic bastard wasn't ready to accept the fact that he was being jealous because his stupidly handsome cousin toji was being nice to you, complete contrast of how naoya usually treats you. toji helped you in the kitchen, he helped you with cleaning and helped you do the laundry. but naoya lost it when toji's arm wrapped around you instinctively as you were about to slip and fall. naoya grumbled, waiting until toji was out of sight. he pulled you by your kimono to his room, slamming you ruthlessly into the bed.

"that bastard crossed the line. might as well show him who this pretty but useless wife belongs to."

— KINJI HAKARI : is chill on the outside but the anger is bubbling within him inside as he watched your yoga instructor from afar being too touchy with you. his let out a low growl when he placed a hand on your hip and squeezed the skin. hakari had enough when the yoga instructor smirked and placed a hand on your inner thigh to "fix your posture," rubbing it sensually. you were too innocent to notice that. in a flash, hakari punched him square on the nose, stomping on the scum's face before leaving with you.

"he doesn't know.who he's messing with. we are finding you a new instructor. this one's gonna be fed to the curses."

— KAMO CHOSO : is a VERY pouty baby. yuji was his brother, yes, but that didn't mean you spend the whole day with him when you met him for the first time. it almost felt as though you and yuji were a couple and choso was the third wheel. after the whole day passed by, you and.choso went back to your shared apartment. he immediately went into the bedroom, snuggling under the xxovers and crying into the pillows. when you went into the bedroom, you noticed what's happening and frowned, rubbing his back and asking him what happened.

"i-i felt so left out today, bub... i-i know yuji is my brother b-but i needed you a-attention..."

— HIGURUMA HIROMI : he sighs once he comes back home after a long day. he put his bag on the coffee table in the living room before going into the kitchen, finding you there with your 2 month old baby, putting her to sleep. higuruma pouted as he wanted you all to himself tonight, but your baby had different plans. it took you great effort to rock her to sleep, eventually putting her in a crib and walking back into the living room, hugging him tightly. he returned the long hug, sighing in content and rubbing your back.

"didn't know i'd be so envious of our own princess, baby..."⁹

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hope yall like it!

[lovdlydaz]

black!top!amab reader x bttm!satoru gojo

gojo had been acting very strange recently… he’s been more quiet around you, stumbling over his words when he tried. so, you ask him about it one day, the outcome is better than you could've ever thought.

warnings: nsfw, anal, oral (m!recieving), rimming, dirty talk, mentions of ‘daddy’, frotting, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms

the days went by as always, and as a teacher and mentor at jujutsu high, the children were very… interesting. you did have a home-room class, but you were always in the teacher’s lounge since the kids barely stayed/cared enough to pay attention to you. the only time you were teaching was when you were forced to, or when your kids went on missions. you didn’t hate them for being disrespectful towards you, hell, you could care less about a bunch of moody teenagers wanting to do their own thing. you were the same when you were young, so you took advantage of the opportunities you had alone.

so one day, when you saw one of the sorcerers here, and the most powerful one just walk up to you casually like his presence didn’t intimidate you in some way, that was the day you realized something.

you see, you were muscular but with a sleeper build. you had lean curvy texture all down your body and veins crawling up your arms like thick vines on a tree. you were strong in a physical sense, but your cursed technique came nowhere near as strong as gojo’s. yours was mediocre compared to his, but honestly… anyone’s was. you weren’t special, but that changed from that day forwards.

when you were in the lounge yet again, sipping on some beverages the sorcerers had bought and brought, the tall white-haired male walked in yet again. but… his aura seemed different. see, when he walked in his confidence went from its peak to its lowest, locking eyes with you then automatically turning his head in the other direction. that was weird to you, and it made you more concerned than boastful.

your eyes shifted from the movie you were watching on your phone to the jujutsu sorcerer, eyeballs gawking at the boy like he was prey. and right now, he acted like it. it was the way you stared at him with no regard for his personal comfort. it was how you just eyed him like a 5-course meal, like he was something you could devour in an instant. and he was.

satoru didn’t know it, but you become indoctrinated by him from the first moments you two made eye contact. it was during the teacher meeting before the students came, you both were there and decided to sit next to each other on the couch. you weren’t new, but you weren’t exactly that familiar with the school neither. you had been there for 3 years, this year being your 3rd. gojo hadn’t attended any school meetings before this one, so you never saw him.

you were zoned out while the principal was talking, and it seemed gojo was as well. but, you looked over to him and he looked back, giving you a playful smile then turning back to the principal. your heart jumped, basically leaping out of your chest as you stared at your shaky hands. you put them down immediately once principal called you out, shaking you head at any questions he asked you.

it was that faithful day when you knew, you had fallen hard for the sorcerer.

you didn’t know if he felt anything back, and honestly that was to be expected. he was a wild card, a man with an attitude like no other. his whole demeanor was unpredictable along with his mood, one moment he could be joyful and annoying everyone around him then the next he could be pouty and acting like a man child because he didn’t get something he wanted. oddly enough, that didn’t stir you away from him. it pulled you closer to him, but you never dared to tell another teacher in the school that. well, besides your entire class.

listen, you weren’t all too sure as to how you spilled your deepest darkest to the three little teenagers you had to teach. and who did these three have to be? well, his three disciples. yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro and nobara kugisaki. the female of the group squealed with excitement at the news, she always knew that you had had something for their lovely leader of their “pack”. the two males were just confused, well, one of them were. that one was itadori, he didn’t really process much stuff just right but you knew his questions were in good faith.

questions such as ‘how does that work?’ and ‘are you a girl in disguise?’ slipped past his pink lips, all you could do was chuckle. he was so clueless, but he had to have been your favorite student. he had a mind of a toddler, but acted so brave in the right situations. the fushiguro son just nudged the pink-haired teenager on the side from the last question, the male hissing and holding his side while pouting. “what was that for megumi? i was just asking because he likes a man and usually women like men!” yuji whined, but the black-haired male just did a small swipe of his hand from underneath his jaw, indicating for the teen to stop. itadori complied, staring down at the floor and bottom lip coming out in a quiver.

nobara had many more… respectful questions than itadori did. “how did you realize you liked him m/n?” she asked, and that made you go quiet. why would you tell some children about your personal feelings? why would you vent to teenagers who couldn’t really understand the depths about love and the depths of how terrible this love between you and the strongest sorcerer in the world was? well, you didn’t know why, but you just started to pour it all out.

after that day, those three little kids were always giving you and gojo flirtatious stares every time you both were near each other. you always shooed them off like some flies, but they would just giggle and run away. satoru was always confused, but you never spoke a word about it with him. you never wanted to, were never willing to do so.

you felt as though the day would never come of him admitting his feelings, or you admitting yours. you both were busy adults just trying to make it by, however you just had a little bit more on your plate than gojo. which, was saying something. but you never really had time to deal with any silly quarrels between adults or the children, today however... was different.

today was another day of sitting in the teacher's lounge, not a care in the world as to how your children were doing. you were just biting on a snack bar before someone came bursting in through the doors, that being gojo. the white-haired male was giggling before he noticed you were in the room, so he did his usual thing of shutting up and walking to the other side of the room. you just sighed softly before getting up out of your comfortable lounge chair and walking towards said side of the room.

today would be the day you finally confess.

atleast, you hoped so.

but as soon as you decided to get close to satoru the male stood up without saying a word, walking back to the other side and sitting somewhere else. now that was a little annoying, wasn't it?

so it was like a secret cat and mouse chase, back and forth you scuffled after the sorcerer like it was nobody's business. which it wasn't.

after the 5th and FINAL time gojo decided to stand up once again, you grabbed his arm with your strong grip while looking up at him with fierce eyes. "why do you keep running away, satoru?" you asked, deep voice ringing through the empty and echoey room. the smaller male's eyes went wide, thank god he was wearing his blindfold. he stayed completely quiet, his arm was noticeably shaking in your hand. you couldn't help but let out a deep chuckle, letting go of the male and patting down a spot next to you. you had your arms and legs crossed, indicating how relaxed you were.

"c'mon 'toru, don't be such a stick in the mud," you cooed, watching as the man stood there for a second. it seemed as though he was hesitating, but you could see some notes of pink tint on his pale white face. you couldn’t help but smile at the way he started to chew on the inside of his cheek, the way his body shifted slightly before he decided to speak up. “…i don’t want to be near you,” he mumbled, ripping his arm away from your touch. your heart completely broke in two, those were not the words you wanted to hear from him.

the male walked out of the room, leaving you there with your thoughts and tears. you cried until you passed out on the couch, nose stuffy and eyes puffy. whenever another teacher came into the room, they thought that you were passed out drunk.

after that day, things between you two weren’t the same.

satoru kept his distance, and you tried to get closer. every time he would notice your dark brown locks with those pretty crystals entangled between the hair his heart would ache, but he had to turn away from you. your heart was broken, completely destroyed because of the white-haired male. but, satoru just had never felt this way before.

it wasn’t his fault that he had been having wet dreams about you, the way you grabbed his arm unlocked something in him. he woke up every day with pants soaked in cum, and body completely covered in sweat. he would daydream about you, he would draw about you (even though he wasn’t a good artist). he would manifest your mental image into his mind, every single detail was engraved into his brain like a tattoo. from your beautiful dreads to your plump lips. those pretty e/c eyes and that… beautiful body. those hands, those arms, those veins, that chest… fuck, it drove him insane.

it wasn’t his fault that every time he saw you that his heart would skip three beats a second, that his body would go rigid and that his eyes would widen. it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know how to act when he was around you, that he didn’t know what to do whenever he was in close proximity to you. his mind went flat with thoughts of wanting to hold you, kiss you, love you every time you were near. but, he would never act on them.

at least, he thought he wouldn't. not soon, that is.

on one of the last days of school, the teachers had decided that the kids should go on a trip to tokyo. every jujustu student from every class would be able to go, they just needed permission from their parents. and those without parents needed permission from their homeroom teacher. this was the perfect opportunity for you and gojo to finally get close once again.

you and your homeroom class of rambunctious students were walking together through tokyo streets, past venders and poor homeless people who you kindly gave money/food. the other teachers' classes were in all different parts of tokyo, and this was because they just traveled farther than anyone. you decided to stay close yet let your kids go where they wanted to, though they needed to call you if anything went wrong.

so, you started to walk somewhere, but some luxurious white locks caught your eye so you started to walk towards them. the person became more visible until you were more than positive it was gojo, which made you smile nervously. and... he was finally alone. he was just walking, he didn't know where his kids went. but, he was shocked when he felt a pair of shoulders rub against him, shooting his head around and looking up to see... you.

his heart dropped, his eyes went wide and his palms were sweaty. he didn't know what to do, you were so close... and he was already getting hard. you see, he was just having a dirty thought about you, the reason why he was alone. he had been walking and the three sheep he herded decided to go somewhere without him since he wasn't responsive to their calls towards him. gojo was scared, scared to see you right now. his thoughts, those memories of those dreams and everything were coming back in full throttle, but his feet didn't dare move.

his breathing was erratic, he was wearing his glasses and his beautiful blue eyes you adored so much were visibly shocked. that made your heart and cock throb, but you obviously didn't act on your carnal desire. "what's wrong, satoru?" you inquired, yet the man stayed completely still. his face was red, his mouth was open, he was breathing heavily and his mind was foggy. he couldn't move, nor could he think. he had been depriving himself of you, touching himself to the thought of you. toys were scattered all in his room because of you, he hated how much he loved you.

he didn't respond, he couldn't respond. his world seemed to stop every time he started into those breathtaking e/c eyes you proudly used for your sight every day. when that forest of locs and crystals moved around every time you turned your head it had satoru wanting to see that jungle over his face, your breath on his as you stuffed him full of your meaty cock.

after a good minute he gulped, blinking before looking down at the floor. "i'm fine, m/n," he forced out of his mouth, you knew he was nothing but okay. it was obvious with the way he spoke, the way he reacted whenever he was around you, he was definitely lying. " 'toru, don't give me that. you look so scared whenever you see me, you always walk away whenever you see me, you haven't talked to me in over a month... if that encounter in the teacher's lounge made you uncomfortable, i'm sorry gojo. i never meant any ill intentions behind it, i just..."

you trailed off when you noticed how satoru began to shift in his spot at the mention of the teacher's lounge incident, how his entire energy began to shift at that. he seemed more... carnal, more bashful, more... needy. that he was hiding something from you, something that you desperately needed to hear. needed to see, that is. so, when you stared him up and down you noticed that his jujustu cover-up was covering his pants, near the groin area as well. you were a little confused before your eyes widened, realizing what he was insinuating.

a smirk fell over your face, picking his chin up with your thumb and licking your lips. "does someone have something to tell me, hm?" you let your lips do the talking, the words falling off your tongue like you've said them before. and you have, however this was different. this was satoru gojo you were talking to, number one sorcerer in the jujustu world... but now, number one whore in the bedroom.

✩░▒▓▆▅▃▂▁ ＬＯＡＤＩＮＧ… ▁▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩

bodies were pressed up against each other, mouths moved in sync. arms wrapped around each other, groins connecting in a lustful dance. you don't know how you got here, nor did gojo. however, you were both in a public stall at a restaurant, pinning the sorcerer against the wall as you aggressively made out with him. your mind was cloudy, fogging up with nothing but desire. desire to be inside satoru, make him scream your name in pleasure.

pants were now on the ground, and you had both of your cocks in your large and lengthy hand. gojo rolled his hips into your touch unwillingly, soft whimpers leaving his mouth as he looked up at you. those pretty blue eyes of his were glossed over and filled with lust, god you could've devoured him right then and there. and, you would've.

after a minute or two you slid to your knees, putting his somewhat impressive length into your mouth. your own much bigger length was throbbing against the floor, but just the tip of his was engulfed into the wonderful heat of your wet cavern. you held his base as you stroked him, he was just only a few inches smaller than you were. he wasn't all that easy to take in, though his pretty moans and body jerking from contact was more than what you needed.

he started to try and thrust into your mouth, but a slight nibble on his tip had him stop as soon as he started. "you wanna be good for me, 'toru?" you purred, the male nodding his head while biting his lip. you didn't know he would be this compliant in bed, though you weren't really complaining. you loved obedient subs, and gojo was becoming your favorite one.

you deepthroated his cock a few minutes later, shoving your head up and down to please him better. his eyes rolled back and his legs were shaking, moans leaving him more and more as he threw his head back. "m-m/n! s'close!" he whined, you immediately pulling off his cock and flipping him over. his stomach was now pressing against the wall, his hips arched back towards you which gave you the perfect opportunity to open his pale cheeks.

once you saw his twitching asshole you couldn't think straight, it was like it was inviting you inside. you licked a long strip at first, slow but it did the trick. satoru's knees were buckling against the wall, the poor boy scratching against the tile walls trying to find some grounding. however, you weren't letting up, you were going to see how much more he could take.

that's why your face was shoved deep into his ass, licking and slurping around his hole while your cock weeped onto the less-than-sanitary bathroom floor. you could see how good your boy was feeling, you could most definitely hear him too. you loved his noises, you loved the way he couldn't keep himself down. mind you, you both were in a restaurant bathroom, anyone could walk in and hear you guys. but, you didn't care, and gojo certainly didn't care.

you added a finger inside his puckering hole, watching as his breath went shaky and his mind went completely blank. you were already pressing against his sweet spot with just one finger, his dreams were really coming true. though... he seemed a lot stretcher than you anticipated, which only got your cock twitching harder.

"has someone been playing with themselves?" you asked with a teasing tone, satoru whimpering softly at your remark. a slight nod to the head was all you were getting, though it wasn't all that appreciated. "c'mon 'toru, use your big boy words," you cooed, pulling away from his ass but still keeping that finger inside. it was still moving as well, twisting and turning inside him and hitting his prostate spot on. he moaned, arching his back which turned you on even more.

"y-- yes- yes! 'm been playing with- m-myself," he whined out, his cock twitching oh so desperately. " 'm so close daddy- please-" gojo cried out, and that nickname really stirred you on. you pulled your finger out, he was prepped enough by his own means that you could just slide right in. you stood up, grabbing the male's hips and pulling them towards you. you started to stroke your cock, smearing it with all your pre-cum to lube it up.

you pressed your thick tip against his hole, making the male rut his hips back onto yours. you bit your lip, pushing it inside him and making his back arch with pleasure. he shook his hips more, taking more of you inside him by his own doing. you let him, who were you to stop the strongest sorcerer? but, once all of you was fully sheathed inside his ass the man's legs were trembling, his breath heavy and eyes rolled all the way back. you were confused until you saw a splatter of white against the tile wall where his cock was.

you chuckled, holding his hips as you leaned down. "such a good boy 'toru... cock makes you feel this good yeah?" you sauntered, feeling the male's hole clasp around your cock. those lewd words of yours had gojo whimpering, slowly starting to move his hips up and down your cock. he went up and down, moaning every time he went down. you could tell he was losing his mind, by the way he sounded all the way to how he looked.

you were loving this, but he was going a little too slow for your liking. so, you held his hips before slamming into him, making satoru cry out and press his chest against the wall. you fucked him at such a deliciously fast pace, your cock was bigger than he would've ever imagined. you were pounding his ass so good, literally breaking him more and more. his hole was stretched so deliciously, his back was arched so beautifully, and his glasses were falling off of his face with every thrust.

"m- m/n-! g'na c-cum-" he choked out, which only made you speed up. "yeah? gonna cum 'toru? cream on my cock baby, you can do it," you encouraged him, but it was also in somewhat of a growl. those words had satoru cumming in seconds, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out. he clenched around you so tightly, it made your hips stutter as you tried to push past the tight barrier. but, you came as well, throwing your head back and hissing because of the pleasure.

"fffuccckkk 'toru... took my cock so well... such a good boy you are yeah? good boys take cock so well..." you praised him, leaning down to press kisses on his neck. he shivered at your touch, then leaned into it. you chuckled, rubbing soft circles into his hips. after a minute you pulled away from him, pulling out of his ass and watching a huge amount of cum splotch from out of his gaping hole. the sight was so hot you almost got hard again, but you held back since you were in a public restroom.

your dear boy's legs were shaking so hard though, trembling as he tried to hold himself up against the wall. you just chuckled, grabbing gojo's hips and pulling him towards you. you picked him up and placed him on the toilet, pressing against the slight bulge he had in his stomach to push all your cum out. he moaned as it all came out of him, cock twitching but not getting hard. he was so adorable to you, sparkling blue eyes looking the other way from your e/c eyes, body trembling and face oh so pink. you couldn't stop staring at him, he was so beautiful.

after he was done you cleaned up his backside, grabbing paper towels with soap and washing him up down there. his cock and his ass, plus the wall where his cum was smeared. he just smiled sleepily, and it seemed like it was nighttime right now. you pulled up his pants and yours, holding him up as he started to tremble once more. you then decided to pick him up entirely, walking out of the restroom with him in hand.

little did you know, the three disciples plus some teachers PLUS your class were inside the restaurant, listening into everything. you both weren't all that quiet, and they heard everything. when you both saw them gojo leaped out of your arms, tried to stand for himself, then fell to the floor. you picked him up and held him once more, this time the sorcerer complied and didn't move. he pressed his embarrassed face against your neck, your dark face didn't show any blush but it was most definitely there.

"so, you two have fun in there?" mei mei asked, basically teasing you. "shut up." you spoke somewhat harsh yet somewhat bashful, walking out of the restaurant and to their bus that they had to bring the kids here.

let's say, after that day you and gojo were even closer than before.

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[cheeby]

The weight of what comes next

read chapter 1 here, chapter 2 here

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

18+, eventual smut

Chapter 3-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes widen. Did… Megumi just compliment you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megumi doesn’t reply, just nods in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megumi doesn’t reply, just nods in agreement.

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

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

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

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

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, silently agreeing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your friends are going to die.”

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

[pretty-toru]

Hi! If you're taking requests rn, can I req for a gojo x fem or gn reader scenario where she does the break up prank on him but he surprisingly actually falls for it and the reader then makes up for it (sfw please)

break up prank┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: slight angst to comfort

୧ wc: 1.2k

୧ synopsis: you break up with gojo because he eats too much.

a/n: i don't support these kinds of relationship pranks :( but i tried making this lighthearted as possible so no hearts were broken in the making.

Satoru's enjoying his lunch across from you during break 一 if you can even call it that considering it's a bunch of sweets and snacks in their wrappers sprawled over the table. While he's filling you in on his morning accompanied by his first year students, cheek overstuffed with strawberry whipped cream sando, you sigh when he finishes his sentence.

"Gojo, we need to talk."

There’s a bitter taste on his tongue now, and Satoru looks at you with his brows furrowed when you call him by his family name which sounds foreign to him. You don't normally address him that way unless he seriously messed up, but everything was perfect and you both were getting along great so he's clueless. Maybe if he pretends by looking around for this Gojo to answer you back and nothing comes up the day can continue its usual pace. "Yeah, so, anyway as Megumi was getting hit on–"

You huff when your words fall on deaf ears, and you are a little more stern and a little louder this time. Your arms crossing over your chest because you don't appreciate being ignored. "Gojo, I just said we need to talk."

He wears a sullen pout but keeps his lighthearted tone. "Angel you're killing me here, you know that's not my name. You always call me Baby or Honey or Toru~" He mimics your cute voice and you bite the inside of your cheek from smiling affectionately, and because you don’t sound even close to anything like that. 

"Yeah, well not for long. We have to break up."

What? His face immediately drops and he seizes his antics. He can't believe you could say that so easily, and he doesn't even know if he heard you right. You are his entire world and he thought he was yours too. Just the other day you were telling him how happy he makes you and how lucky you were to have him, so what the hell happened? Where did he go wrong? He completely trusted that you'd never give up on him and you both were even planning for the future, so it's incredibly baffling to him when you say the most unexpected thing.

Break up...

Break up?

What do you mean by that?

"No chance, that's not happening. What makes you say that, hm?" Satoru has a way of bouncing back that tells you even though he feels hurt and betrayed, he won’t succumb to the voice in his head reminding him he doesn’t deserve you. Because he knows he does, and you deserve him too. "This sounds like crazy talk, that's what it is. I can't believe you would even suggest something like this. Am I even allowed to know the reason?"

You straighten yourself in your seat, and gesture over to the purchased goods to your right. "Well, for one thing–! You eat so many sweets!" When your words reach him, he caught onto your practical joke and relief washes over him. He can't take you seriously anymore especially when you make frowning look so adorable as the castella roll cake, his beloved kikufuku, and an entire souffle cheesecake gets chastised under your gaze. "I've never seen anyone eat their body weight in sweets, and I'm afraid the next morning I'll find my boyfriend has turned into liquified sugar or limbs made of mochi!"

Satoru bursts out into laughter from your ridiculous explanation of wanting to end things, the tension in the room dissipates and the heaviness in his heart follows making him feel infinitely lighter. He doesn't argue or deny his sweet tooth, just slowly nods and drags your seat that’s a short distance away towards him. His strawberry sando is forgotten and you are compliant when he gently pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his strong arms around you and pressing a kiss to the pulse point of your neck. You giggle because it tickles, and your arms loop around his nape with your fingers twirling the ends of his hair. 

"Fine, it's true. I've become a sugar fiend. But is that really something to break up over, sweetheart?" He’s slowly returning back to being playful again, but the way he’s holding you a little closer and tighter means he hasn’t fully recovered from the prank. 

"I mean, it's getting out of control. When we go out for ice cream, you won't share yours and keep taking bites out of mine. Huge ones that leave teeth marks too!" You’re teasing him now and all he can do is chuckle. This is the worst prank anyone has pulled on him, and he should be upset with the person that played it… But he just can’t be upset with you, he could never be upset at you. Just because you did something like that doesn’t mean he still doesn't love you.

"I share everything else with you, and I think I'm more than generous when it comes to spoiling my sweet girl~" Satoru leans in once more to plant quick trailing kisses on your neckline down to your collarbone for all the times he’s stolen a taste from you. When he pulls away slightly, his parted lips were already waiting for yours when you meet him for a tender exchange. Softly melding together with a taste of your tongue and your "I love you" is more than just words to him. It’s a feeling he knows is truly and genuinely still there despite you almost breaking his heart.  

"I hope you know I was just joking, right?" Your noses are touching and you speak in the most gentle tone. He was so sure it was some mischievous stunt, but hearing you confirm it gave him some comfort and ease of mind. "We aren’t breaking up just so we’re clear. I’m sorry for putting you through that, but it was nice knowing you’d want to keep me around. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?"

"Heh, you really messed with my feelings just now, you know that?" Satoru looks faintly distressed, but there’s a simper on his face when he glances down and smooth out the wrinkles on your skirt. "I really thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore. How about if you promise to never do it again… I’ll let you get away with it."

"I promise I won’t do it again." He watches as your hand cover his and you signal him to link your pinkies together. Even if there’s no need for timeless rituals anymore you both still like to engage in small gestures with the utmost seriousness to stay true to your word.

Satoru can’t help but release a breathy laugh. He looks at the sweet connection between your little fingers that brings a certain warmth to his heart like sunlight settling on his skin after a windy surge. His smile broadens as he looks back up at you. "Promise you won’t break my heart by ever leaving me?"

You hum contently and smooch his cheek as you recite the promise back to him. "I promise I won’t break your poor heart. Wouldn't even dream of it."

"I'm glad you are not going anywhere. Then I promise you the same thing~" He intertwines your hands together and brings it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. "I love you so much. Don't forget that Angel."

[silverynight]

Cuddles

Megumi is NOT upset just because Gojo decided to join their movie night for some reason and sat right next to Itadori. He definitely hadn't been thinking about it the whole day or talked to Kugisaki and convinced her to leave him that spot to him.

Right next to him, Kugisaki lips are constantly quirking up even though there's nothing funny happening in the movie at the moment. She's enjoying his suffering, the traitor.

Itadori is making comments about the movie; Kugisaki sometimes gets irritated about it because it draws everyone's attention away from the actual movie. Megumi, on the contrary, loves to hear Itadori talk when he gets enthusiastic about something because he has it bad for him.

But right now Itadori is talking and Megumi can't see his face because he's being shadowed by the ridiculous tower that is Gojo Satoru.

He tries not to get irritated and actually focus on the movie when he realizes, after a couple of minutes that everything has gotten oddly quiet (if he doesn't count the sound coming from the TV).

"What happened?" Kugisaki asks before he can say anything.

"He fell asleep," Gojo smiles, turning around and moving one of his arms away to reveal a very much asleep Itadori, all wrapped around their teacher.

Megumi's eye doesn't twitch, he doesn't feel the need to move Gojo away to take his place. He's not jealous at all.

"He's cute," Kugisaki comments, not noticing the way Megumi's hands close into fists. "I didn't know he turned into a needy koala when asleep."

He tries to calm himself down because he's not possessive, has never been, at least not before he met Itadori.

"That's because he doesn't fall asleep just anywhere, unless he's exhausted," Gojo explains. And Megumi remembers that their teacher spent months with Itadori alone because he was hiding the fact that the boy came back to life. "That's why he has so many pillows in his bedroom."

Megumi has noticed that as well.

"That's a scary face you're doing right now, Megumi," Gojo chuckles. "Ah. Do you want to sit here? He'll cuddle anything you know... So you just have to take my place..."

Yes, yes, yes. He wants that. He wants to feel Itadori wrapped around him.

Kugisaki is trying very hard not to laugh; none of them are paying attention to the movie now.

"But you have to ask for it," Gojo grins mischievously. "In a very nice way. Make sure to mention how incredible I am."

Megumi looks away, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm just here to watch the movie," he huffs, even though he's internally yelling at himself to give in, to give Gojo what he wants so he can have Itadori to himself for once.

"Whatever you say," Gojo shrugs with a knowing smile. He puts a hand on Itadori's back and the boy snuggles closer to him.

Megumi's eye twitches again.

A couple of minutes later, in which he doesn't watch the movie at all, he notices Gojo moving.

"I have to go. Nobara, take my place. We can't leave Yuuji without anything to hug," he says.

"Of course," Kugisaki nods, smiling after glancing briefly at Megumi like the traitor she is.

It takes a couple of seconds; Gojo detaches himself without waking Itadori up and Kugisaki sits next to the boy who immediately puts his arms around her waist and his head over her shoulder.

Megumi is not jealous at all.

When Gojo walks away, Megumi turns towards her and notices she's running her fingers through Itadori's hair.

"His hair is really soft you know..."

"Kugisaki, please," Megumi pleads, giving in.

"Wow. You really are desperate, Fushiguro."

"Kugisaki..."

"Why don't you tell him how you feel? Then you could have him cuddle you when he's awake."

Megumi blushes to the tip of his ears, staring at Itadori's peaceful face as he leans closer to Kugisaki.

"He'll laugh at me," he mumbles, feeling miserable out of the sudden.

"He would never," Kugisaki says, almost fiercely. "He's an idiot, but his heart is made of gold; he'd never laugh at anyone for something like that."

"You're right," Megumi concedes. "But he doesn't feel the same."

"You don't know that!"

"I don't want to scare him off. I don't want to ruin our friendship."

Kugisaki sighs, rolls her eyes and starts moving Itadori's hands away carefully.

"Come here. I want to go back to my room now anyway..."

"Thank you," Megumi mouths. He doesn't want to risk waking Itadori up.

"Whatever... Enjoy."

Itadori frowns for a moment, but relaxes as soon as he feels Megumi next to him. He mumbles something unintelligible and puts his arms around the other boy. Blushing to the tip of his ears, but feeling incredibly happy, Megumi lifts his left hand so Itadori can move closer and rest his head on his chest.

However, because he's Megumi and the universe hates him, Itadori moves, groans and his eyes blink open.

"Did I fall asleep all over you? Sorry!" Itadori giggles, cheeks turning slightly pink as he pulls away. He starts rubbing the back of his neck before he adds: "Where are the others?"

"Probably in their rooms..." Megumi says, trying not to look disappointed as he screams internally.

"Well, I think I should go to my bedroom as well," Itadori says as Megumi notices that his hair is an adorable, pink mess all over his head.

"Don't you want to watch the rest of the movie? We can watch another if you want..."

"No, I'll probably fall asleep over you again," Itadori mumbles with a smile.

That's the point. But Megumi doesn't say that out loud, only nods, watching as the other boy walks out of the living room.

When he's sure he's completely alone, Megumi covers his face with both hands and groans in frustration.

***

Itadori doesn't notice that Megumi is constantly sitting next to him; the others do, but other than smirking at him with a knowing look written all over their faces, they don't make any comments on it.

Which Megumi appreciates. However, his frustration grows within each day after he realizes Itadori is being more careful now and goes back to his room as soon as he feels he's about to fall asleep.

"Sorry, I don't think I'll be able to watch anything else," he yawns.

"Really? We can watch one of those Jennifer Lawrence's movies," Megumi offers, prompting Kugisaki to quirk up a brow at him. He doesn't like Lawrence at all (and he knows exactly why) but he's kinda desperate at this point.

"I can't," Itadori shakes his head. "I'll see you in the morning!"

"A Jennifer Lawrence's movie?" Kugisaki chuckles as soon as Itadori is gone. "You have it so bad, Fushiguro."

"Shut up, Kugisaki."

***

They're looking at the stars outside Megumi's room this time; they're sitting next to each other alone and Megumi is so aware of Itadori's warm presence next to him he finds it difficult not to look back at him instead.

When he hears Itadori yawn, Megumi almost panics because it means their time together is coming to an end.

"Well, I better go back to–"

"Cuddle me," Megumi blurts out, surprising even himself.

"What?"

"Would you cuddle me, please?" Megumi asks, this time staring right at a very flustered Itadori.

"I thought you didn't like that sort of t-thing," Itadori stammers, instead of actually answering the question. At least he looks very much awake now.

"It's alright when it's you," Megumi mumbles, which is honestly very close to a confession.

Itadori grins then, it's one of those smiles that makes his eyes glimmer with happiness, one of those expressions Megumi loves so much. Then, he leans and puts his arms around him.

"Thank you," he sighs, content. Closing his eyes, he wonders if he should... if this is the opportunity he needed to tell Itadori the truth. "Itadori, I–"

"It's alright, Fushiguro," Itadori cuts him off, still grinning. "You can ask for this whenever you want. That's what friends are for anyway."

Right. Friends. It hurts, just a little bit. But it's alright, Megumi is happy like this. He'll take whatever Itadori wants to give him, even if it's just friendship.

He kisses the top of Itadori's head when he realizes the boy has fallen asleep.

He can live like this.

***

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pretty face | megumi fushiguro

summary: in which you were neighbours with megumi

the first time you noticed the six foot something dark haired stranger was on the night of your birthday. you were hosting a birthday dinner at your house, only to find out your best friends secretly invited a hoarde of people you didn't want over. soon enough, the small get together turned into an uncontrollable fiasco and you had to escape the commotion before your head burst into flames.

the night couldn't go any worse with strangers getting drunk and puking all over your toilet. there were way too many faces you couldn't recognise and your pleas for people to be quiet were left unheard.

you crouched on the street with your back against the street pole, looking up at the night sky that was too polluted for you to even see the stars. you wished you would just sink into the ground and disappear.

your thoughts get distracted by clashing noises in front of you. it was your new neighbour throwing out his rubbish, dressed in black from head to toe, with tousled hair peaking out from under his hoodie. you caught a glimpse of his face in the dim street light and found him to be incredibly handsome, with sharp facial features that looked as if they came straight from a magazine. your body tensed as your eyes

he stopped in his tracks for a brief second before looking away and closing the door behind him. leaving you alone with your regrets and sorrow.

moments later, you hear the door open again and the footsteps approaching you and you look up to see the same figure. he was looking down at you with a cold, stoic expression, and he said flatly, "please keep it quiet, it's almost midnight."

"s-sorry," you feel your face heat up, "I tried to, but..." you trailed off, realising that your excuse was none of his concern and you pursed your lips, giving him a small nod instead.

"thanks," your eyes are glued to the ground and you hear him go back in and his lock click.

an exasperated sigh escaped your lips and you run your fingers through your hair as your mind wanders to the nightmare unfolding in your home.

you reluctantly walk back into your home, mustering up the little energy and confidence you had in you. you walked over to the speaker, unplugging it. groans and a mixture of "what the fucks' immediately floods the room in response to the music cutting out.

"party's over, everyone gets out," you raised your voice, looking around but avoiding people's eyes, then you hastily add a small, "please."

the room fell silent for a few seconds before people began shuffling around, talking amongst themselves but surprisingly listening to your demand- without as much uproar as you had initially expected. within ten minutes, you find yourself in an empty apartment, albeit trashed with vomit and alcohol covering the floor and a drunk stranger on the sofa, but quiet nonetheless.

you fight back the tears threatening to spill out and walk over to the man sprawled on your couch to see who it was.

satoru gojo.

out of all the people that could be lying unconscious in your sofa, it had to be satoru gojo, one of the annoying frat guys from college. you give his face a small kick with ur foot to see if he'd wake up.

his mouth fell open in response and his hand drops to the ground.

too exhausted to care, you crawl into your bed, telling yourself that satoru was a tomorrow issue and drifted off to sleep.

-

tomorrow came by as soon as you closed your eyes. you woke up to the sound of something breaking. you shoot up from your bed and leap out, your mind circling back to who was passed out on your couch last night.

"what the fuck?"

you said as your eyes widen in confusion at the sight before you. your house was still dark due to the curtains being drawn but you could still make out satoru's figure kneeling on the ground, holding broken pieces of your bowl in his hand. it seemed like he was attempting to make himself a bowl of cereal.

"i was hungry?"

the blonde had a sheepish grin glued on his face as he watched your face go from shock to anger within a few seconds.

"so you make a mess of my kitchen?" you groaned, walking over to the paper towels and tossing it in his direction.

"to be fair your house is pretty messy already," he said, gesturing at the vomit stains on the floor and food scattered on the floor.

you felt like crying just by looking at the mess. you sit yourself down on the stool and bury your face into your arms as reality sinks in.

your 20th birthday was the most miserable night of your life. your so-called friends used your birthday as an excuse to get fucked up, despite you firmly telling them no parties, and didn't even bother help you clean up the mess.

"tough," satoru sighed, as if he could listen to your self depreciating thoughts.

he helped himself to your milk and cereal, as well as your bread and a few slices of apples and oranges. you let him eat in silence, pondering where to start cleaning.

"thanks for the breakfast by the way," satoru said in between bites, carelessly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he takes a few gulps of water, letting out a burp before adding, "good party last night, i can't remember it but it must've been good-"

"you're not leaving until this house is clean," you cut him off, narrowing your eyes and shooting his icy glares.

he freezes in the spot and his broad shoulders deflate, his blue eyes forming into ocean tears and mouth curled into a pout. "i-i got online lectures to catch up with and-"

"i let you stay overnight for free, pay up," you interrupted him again, this time you got up and walked over to the curtains to pull them open.

the sunlight pours into the room, instantly brightening the atmosphere but revealing the disgusting mess of your house that was hidden in the dark.

"this is fucked up," satoru voiced your thoughts, taking a deep breath as he inspected the sticky floors.

you tried to stay optimistic and opened your balcony doors to let fresh air. you take a step outside to see what the weather was looking like.

"is that megumi?"

"huh?" you turned to your friend who was leaning over the railing of your balcony and waving vigorously at your neighbour's window.

your head shoots in the same direction to see your neighbour staring blankly back at you two from his window. "you know my neighbour?" your voice is raised in suprirse.

"yeah! he's like my little brother!" satoru nodded gleefully, still waving like a fool.

your neighbour didn't wave back, let alone hint a smile, instead closed his curtains in response. sending chills down your spine at his coldness. even you couldn't be that blunt, even if it was to someone like satoru.

"you guys don't seem too close," you commented, "seems like he hates you."

"he loves me but he did say he doesn't want me knowing where he lives and since that's ruined now, i guess he's mad?" satoru shrugged nonchalantly, walking back into your house.

you followed him, curious to know more about his relationship with your mysterious new neighbour. "so megum was it? how do you know him then?"

"i know him through his dad, uh i looked after him when he was a kid because his dad fucked off a lot. i taught him how to fight and everything."

"must be an old friend then," you nodded, pretending to follow on but you really couldn't understand the dynamic between the pair, "he doesn't look that much younger than us."

"yeah, he's a couple years below, graduating high school this year," satoru replied, accepting the broom from you. He starts to sweep the rubbish to one side, "but, seriously, what are the chances he's your neighbour?"

"what's a high schooler living by himself? i feel bad for him," you frowned, realising you haven't noticed anyone living with megumi. at this stage you were talking more to yourself, trying to piece what you know about your neighbour to make a better sense of him.

"are you stupid? i just told you, his dad runs off a lot," satoru tilted his head at you, merely dodging the pillow you threw in response.

after an hour of solid cleaning and without another word exchanged, you and satoru managed to return your home to it's original state. you were out of breath after scrubbing the floors, looking up to see satoru sprawled out on the couch with dirty rags still in his hand.

"not bad," you sighed in relief, looking around at your newly cleaned home with satisfaction.

"i'm going now, remind me to never crash at yours again," satoru gets up from his position all of a sudden.

"there won't be another time, don't worry," you retorted, following him to the door, "but thanks for your help though."

"it's fine," he said in a disgruntled tone but his eyes were twinkling with humour, "look after my boy megumi."

"that's weird," you narrowed your eyes at your friend, he said such strange things sometimes. you slammed the door in his face, heart racing at the mention of your cute neighbour that felt inappropriate now that you were aware he was still in high school.

megumi is 18, y/n is 20

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the second time you run into that megumi kid was when you were pushing your bike uphill on the way back to your house.

it was your luckiest day, the heavens blessed you with a popped tire, leaving you with a broken bike and groceries to carry.

as you wipe the sweat from your forehead, you notice somebody in the corner of your eyes.

it was him.

he had his half lidded eyes glued straight, completely disregarding your presence and eventually over took you. his long legs strided quickly, hands buried in his pants and his bag was loosely hung over his back.

it wasn't like you were expecting him to help, or even say hello, but you couldn't help but feel a little awkward as you continue to push the bike up the road, feeling like you're following him despite the fact that you were walking first.

too lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the small pot hole in the pavement and tripped over your bike that got caught by it in the process. "fuck!" you cursed out loud, rubbing your ankle while trying to stop the bike from falling.

megumi stops in his tracks and glances over his shoulder, his dark blue eyes piercing through you for the brief second until he turned back and continued walking.

you feel your cheeks flush and take a deep breath, wincing at the pain shooting up your ankle, you had no choice but to bite through it.

"do you need help?"

you looked up, startled. he's staring back at you with a glare, as if he was being forced to ask you. you were already a nuisance to him without even peeping a word.

"um no it's okay," you shook your head frantically, feeling intimidated by the boy even though he was younger.

"you're walking uneven," he said bluntly, pointing out at the fact that you were leaning your entire weight on your left feet.

you shrugged and tried to hold back a grimace as you tried to correct your posture and balance on both sides, but you failed. he didn't say a word and grabbed your bike from you and began pushing uphill.

he was so quick with it, you didn't have a chance to say anything and he left you to limp behind him. he left the bike leaning against your fence and you smile softly, muttering a quiet thank you.

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you tell satoru what happened the next week when you run into him on campus. he bursts into laughter, hitting you unnecessarily hard while he did so.

your eyes twitched at his reaction as the last thing you expected was for him to laugh... at you.

"that's my boy!" satoru sighs after he finished his fits of laughter, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve.

"okay, well, he's scary but he seems nice," you didn't know what to say and hugged your books closer to your chest as you two walked out of the lecture.

"you're going to just take advantage of his kindness?" satoru's tone suddenly dropped.

you stopped in your tracks with a frown, "what? how did you come to that conclusion?"

he was so fucking weird.

"well, what are you going to do back for him?" satoru beamed, pulling at your arm to get you to hurry along.

you felt stares from your cohort burning through the back of your head, but satoru's absurd statements were too distracting for you to care. "what the fuck do you mean by that," you scoffed, letting him drag you along, "it would be extremely sadistic if he left me behind. so why do i need to do something back for common courtesy?"

"but he didn't leave you... and he's a cutie... so you gotta like i don't know, go over to his house and give him a little something."

it dawned upon you what satoru was implying and you rip his arm off you with disgust. "it's my fault for even telling you anything," you sighed in annoyance and quickened your pace to create distance between you two.

you knew you had nobody but to blame yourself. of course satoru was going to say something feral. the thought of talking to megumi sent your stomach contorting into twists and turns. you didn't know why he intimidated you so badly.

his icy aura was only a facade- you told yourself that repeatedly as you find yourself standing before his door that afternoon. you were holding a bag of peaches with shaking hands, hesitating between just leaving it there for him to discover, or ring his doorbell and properly introduce yourself.

megumi happened to cross your mind when you were picking up some peaches for yourself after class. they looked delectable as they were in season and he looked like the type to enjoy peaches, so without much thought, you decided you'll thank him with fruit.

you chew on your lips as you realised he might even have a fruit allergy and this might be a shitty present after all. the door opens coincidentally and you find yourself trapped in the spot.

"uh, thanks for yesterday," your voice comes out strained and you shove the bag of peaches into his chest, "this is my thank you present for pushing my bike."

"not an issue," he said, sounding almost bored.

you take a deep breath and look at him in the eyes, putting on a smile that stretched to both ears, "I'm y/n by the way. I'm guessing you know gojo, he's told me about you."

you had no idea what you were saying but you let yourself ramble, your nerves causing your heart to pound, so loud that you feared he might be able to hear it.

"yeah i know him."

so damn cold. you held back a shudder and kept smiling, "okay, well, enjoy the peaches."

you didn't bother looking back because you already heard the door close.

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The Final Incident

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Listen, Gojo loves his kid with all his heart, he really does. Megumi is the best thing that ever happened to him - but, dear god, can he talk.

“I think we’d better get some sleep now, Megs,” he tried, standing up and attempting to shake the pins and needles out of his legs.

“But I’m not done!” Megumi complained. “We haven’t even started on the Cretaceous period yet!”

“How did such a long word come out of your tiny mouth?” asked Gojo, amazed.

“My mouth isn’t tiny, it’s huge,” Megumi informed him, opening his mouth as wide as it could go. “See?”

“I do see, and I wish I didn’t,” Gojo sighed. “Lie down.”

Megumi reluctantly wriggled down until he was lying flat on his bed. Gojo pulled the covers up and over him, then carefully tucked it around Megumi’s sides.

“Comfy?”

Megumi nodded.

“Alright then. Snuggle down and go to sleep, alright?”

“Do you wanna hear a Cretaceous fact?”

Gojo sighed heavily.

To anyone out there who is thinking about having kids, Gojo has one piece of solid advice to give you.

Don’t.

Don’t give birth. Don’t adopt. Don’t even babysit. It might start out okay, all sunshine and rainbows and newly decorated rooms, but soon enough they’ll be ten years old and you’re sat on the floor of their bedroom at 3am listening to them ramble about different species of dinosaur.

And, listen, Gojo loves his kid with all his heart, he really does. Megumi is the best thing that ever happened to him - but, dear god, can he talk.

“I think we’d better get some sleep now, Megs,” he tried, standing up and attempting to shake the pins and needles out of his legs.

“But I’m not done!” Megumi complained. “We haven’t even started on the Cretaceous period yet!”

“How did such a long word come out of your tiny mouth?” asked Gojo, amazed.

“My mouth isn’t tiny, it’s huge,” Megumi informed him, opening his mouth as wide as it could go. “See?”

“I do see, and I wish I didn’t,” Gojo sighed. “Lie down.”

Megumi reluctantly wriggled down until he was lying flat on his bed. Gojo pulled the covers up and over him, then carefully tucked it around Megumi’s sides.

“Comfy?”

Megumi nodded.

“Alright then. Snuggle down and go to sleep, alright?”

“Do you wanna hear a Cretaceous fact?”

Gojo sighed heavily. It wasn’t really a question, more a forewarning. “Go on then.”

“Did you know that t-rex’s and megalodons existed at the same time?”

What the fuck is a megalodon? “Oh? Did the t-rex eat the megalo- the other thing?”

“No! Megalodons lived in the sea, Toru! And they’re much bigger than a t-rex. Didn’t you even know that?”

“Not all of us can know as much as you, Gumi. You’re my little fact dispenser, aren’t you? But-“ he added, before Megumi could keep talking, “Only when it’s morning. It’s late now. Go to sleep.”

“Can I have a pet dinosaur?”

“Not if you don’t go to sleep.”

“If I go to sleep, can I have a pet dinosaur?”

“If you sleep for seven nights at a reasonable time, you can have a pet dinosaur.”

Megumi immediately wrapped himself up in his covers and closed his eyes. “I’m starting now. Night, Toru.”

“Night, Megs,” Gojo smiled. He reached down to ruffle Megumi’s hair. “See you tomorrow, not too early.”

“Not too early,” Megumi agreed, even though he’d be up at 6am whether Gojo liked it or not.

Gojo turned out the light and closed the door behind him.

As he made his way down the hallway to his own bedroom, he took a last look at his phone. Two messages from Shoko, definitely drunk and almost definitely making fun of him; one from Yaga, left over from Friday. It was probably about work, and Gojo refused to read it. There was also a reminder, which had pinged at about 11pm and been left ignored while Megumi spouted not-so-fun fun facts about how they removed the brains from mummies in Ancient Egypt.

Make training plan!!!!! it read. Which is when it hit Gojo, like a brick to the oesophagus.

He needed to start training Megumi.

Don’t get him wrong, he’d made a start. There was a gallery of cans in the shed, artfully crushed and twisted by Megumi’s cursed energy. He’d even stopped Megumi accidentally summoning huge shikigami that he couldn’t control after The Incident, when a huge black thing had appeared on Tsumiki at the breakfast table. She couldn’t see it, of course, but Gojo and Megumi could - they’d majorly freaked out, and probably scarred the poor girl for life.

All in all, Megumi was way ahead of every other ten-year-old sorcerer, which was becoming a major problem.

Not only was Megumi ahead in technique, he had ridiculous amounts of ability and power. If he didn’t start serious training soon, something would explode – possibly Megumi himself. He’d already mastered controlling his output of cursed energy, but his poor body couldn’t deal with the energy he was storing inside (which is why it had been leaking out 24/7 and forcing Gojo to put a barrier round the house).

The main issue therefore was: how do you train a ten-year-old?

Gojo had been training at ten. He’d been training long before that, but Gojo wasn’t about to inflict that on the poor kid.

Think, Satoru. What do we need to focus on?

He thought back to before Megumi had full control. Shikigami everywhere. Cursed spirits following them around. Weird noises in the middle of the night that freaked Megumi out, but Tsumiki didn’t notice. Occasionally, an elder sorcerer trying to recruit Megumi into some cult or other.

When Gojo looked at Megumi, sometimes it was like looking in a metaphorical mirror.

So, he was decided. First up, Megumi had to learn how to summon.

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“Why are we out here?” Megumi asked. For the third time that day.

Gojo rubbed his eyes, like that might get rid of the dark circles. “So you can do your training.”

“I don’t see any cans, though,” Megumi pointed out. He swivelled carefully to look all around the empty space. “Or anything, really.”

“That’s because you don’t need them anymore,” Gojo told him. “You can already control and direct your cursed energy. So now, we have to direct it to somewhere.”

“To where?”

“Into your technique,” said Gojo, which was a horrible explanation, but what could he say?

“You mean, into the shadow animals?”

“The shikigami, yeah.”

“I don’t control them, though. They just appear.” Megumi thought for a minute. “Except the dogs. They come when I call them.”

“What, really?” For a split second, Gojo was impressed. Megumi had gained control of a shikigami, seemingly by accident, and probably without even fighting it.

Then he remembered all the times a shikigami dog had knocked him over, destroyed the furniture, or stolen his food.

Megumi seemed to have remembered this too. “Uh, no, not really. It just … uh, feels like I can … sometimes …”

“Well, whatever, I’m not here to yell at you,” Gojo shrugged, although he would be dog proofing the apartment when he got back. “I’m here to teach you how to summon and control them.”

“How would you know?” Megumi asked, which was a fair question. “You can’t summon or control them, can you?”

“I can’t. However, I know … the basics…? Whatever. You’ll work it out. We just have to figure out a way to channel your energy.”

“Like, create a laser beam?”

“I guess?” Gojo was utterly confused at what relevance that had, but if Megumi knew what he was doing, that’s all that mattered. “We need a way to call on your energy and let you use it, rather than just regulate it. Unfortunately, it’s all down to the individual person, and no-one’s had your technique for years. So, we have to try a few different ways and see what works.”

“How will we know if it works?”

“You will have summoned a shikigami. And if we can defeat it, it’s yours. For life.” Unless it died. But Gojo wasn’t about to say that.

“If I defeat it, it’s mine? Like Pokémon?”

Aha. Gojo was young enough to understand that. “Exactly like Pokémon. I’m going to remind you of that when you’re old and you think it’s embarrassing.”

“Pokémon will never be embarrassing,” Megumi said confidently, and widened his stance. “How do I summon something?”

“Uh… do what feels natural?” Gojo offered.

Megumi scowled.

Over the next three hours, they tried literally everything -  channelling energy through objects, dance moves, bits of plant, words, water, and even recreating that old faithful technique, the can crusher. All that came out of it was learning that Megumi had really, really good dance skills.

“Maybe we could try stuffed animals or something, since you’re summoning animals – sort of,” Gojo suggested.

Megumi sat on the ground and scowled even harder. “Since you’re so clever, how do you channel energy?”

“Ah, well, my technique is in my eyes,” Gojo explained.

“Is that why you keep them covered?”

“Kind of. I can see and sense everything, so it gets very overwhelming.”

“So, to channel your energy, you just uncover your eyes? You can’t do anything with them covered?”

Well, there was his Infinity, of course. But Megumi was making a good point.

Thinking hard, Gojo went through the motions of using his technique, careful not to channel any energy. It was a comfortable feeling, done many times before; it had become muscle memory, so he let his body go through the motions without really thinking about it. He was almost done when Megumi shouted, “Aha!”

“’Aha’, what?”

“Aha, you use your hands!”

Gojo looked down. Megumi was right; he’d forgotten, since he did it unconsciously now, but he did use his hands to channel his energy.

“Why didn’t I think of that? Well done, Megs!” He ruffled Megumi’s hair. “You wanna try it? Or are you too tired?”

“I wanna try it!”

“Alright then. It won’t be the same as mine, so just do something that feels comfortable.”

“Uh, okay.”

Finger gun. Peace sign. Shadow puppet fish. Clenched fists. Flat palms. Linked fingers. Holding hands with Gojo. (“It might help you to concentrate!” Gojo explained, grabbing Megumi before he could run away). The Naruto hand sign. Shadow puppet rabbit.

“Ooh, that one looked good,” Gojo enthused. “Try more of those.”

Shadow puppet snail. Shadow puppet llama.

“I liked that, make it fancier!”

“Stop with the running commentary,” Megumi huffed. “It’s distracting.”

Shadow puppet eagle. Shadow puppet ostrich.

Shadow puppet dog.

Gojo, hands cupped over Megumi’s in order to sense any leak of cursed energy, let out a squawk. “That one worked! That one worked! Try again! Really focus this time!”

Megumi took a deep breath, carefully folding his fingers into the shape of a dog’s head. He closed his eyes and concentrated, hard.

Gojo could feel something like a controlled column of energy rolling from Megumi’s fingertips, but nothing else seemed to be happening.

Eventually, Megumi seemed to be tiring; Gojo patted his hands to let him know he could stop.

“Good work today,” he said, and Megumi rolled his eyes. “What, I’m not kidding! We got really far today. Keep practicing – OUTSIDE the house, please. We’ll try again next week.”

Megumi dropped his hands back to his sides, shaking them a little. Gojo carefully wafted the cursed energy away so it didn’t solidify into something bad. Like a curse.

“Are we going home now?” Megumi asked. Gojo patted his head.

“Yup.”

“Can we get ice cream?”

“Yup.”

“Tropical?”

“Megumi. You’re allergic to mangoes.” “Worth it.”

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[garoujo]

YOU PRETEND YOU’RE GOING TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori yuuji + fushiguro megumi

ღ warnings — fluff!!! but like half a suggestive joke in satoru’s, ‘m sorry but pranking them is so fun </3

ღ note — agafahaj these hcs are just giving me some much needed serotonin i swear!!! ^o^

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

you were against satoru’s chest on the bed as you both watched a movie, his fingers soothingly tracing their way up your back while his cheek is smooshed against your head. you rise slightly, the movements catching his attention before you sigh and blink up at him innocently “i’m going to go sleep on the couch, ‘toru.” you yawn but before you even have time to stand, you find yourself suddenly being guided back towards him—his arm hooking around your waist to pull you into your previous position once more. “oh? and whys that, angel?” satoru hums, voice low and dreamy while he deliberately places a few gentle kisses along your features between each word, like he’s coaxing you to stay in his hold. his hair is messy when he stares down at you, falling slightly over his tired eyes but you still make out the slight teasing glint to them when he shoots you a crooked grin, letting his large palms rest against your hips. “hm, pretty girl? cause i don’t think i want you to go just yet. how about i even make it worth your while.” he drawls, followed by a playful wink as he squeezes at your skin affectionately and you can’t help but immediately melt back into him, he’s too convincing.

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

you were both already wrapped up in eachother in bed, geto’s head resting on your chest as you both scrolled through your phones. “i’m gonna go sleep on the couch, sugu.” you huff and there’s a moment of silence when you shuffle under him before it’s followed by suguru’s arm that’s wrapped around your waist squeezing a little tighter and he’s turning to face you—locking his phone and propping himself up with his other forearm to blink up at you. “hey, everything alright, pretty?” he drawls, sleep evident in the low rumble of his voice and you almost break character when you feel his arm move from around you to allow him to rest his palm against your cheek, making your gaze meet his confused one. “just wanna be alone.” you mumble and you watch a gentle smile twitch on suguru’s lips before he’s pulling back to rest on his knees, guiding you along with him until you’re pressed against his chest. “you sure you don’t wanna talk? you look pretty comfy there, sweetheart.” and all it takes is his calloused thumb tracing softly along your cheekbone to have you melting into him once more.

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

nanami was already in bed waiting for you to join him as he flicked through his book, his eyes casting you a curious glance from over the pages when he notices you gathering a few blankets before turning to him. “i’m gonna go sleep on the couch.” you groan and you watch him rest the book face down on the bedside table before he’s straightening up slightly. “and why is that, sweetheart?” nanami hums, voice like honey even though it’s laced with exhaustion. “i just wanna be alone.” you sigh and you watch him pinch between his brows before he’s getting up, approaching you gently and wordlessly until he’s standing across from you, messy hair and shirtless form almost making you lose your self control. “something on your mind? you know i don’t like seeing you upset.” he grunts and you feel something warm bloom in your chest when his palm smoothes up your arm and along your shoulder, until his fingers are tilting your chin towards him and he’s sending you a gentle smile, his thumb brushing along your lower lip. “come to bed, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

itadori had just came out the shower as he tried off his hair with a towel, his eyes a little heavy with sleep as he whined quietly to himself, pouting at you for cuddles while impatiently grumbling about drying his hair. “i’m gonna go sleep on the couch, yuu.” you yawn and yuuji’s mouth gapes a little before it twists into a soft pout, his cheeks puffing out as he begins grabbing blankets and pillows. “but baby, i don’t really fit on the couch that good.” he grumbles, assuming he’s going with you. “no, i meant alone.” you explain and he cocks his head to the side before he answers this time. “huh? but why? don’t you wanna cuddle?” yuuji huffs, he thinks you’re mad so he ends up sitting softly next to you on the bed as you watch him intertwine his hand with yours. “i thought you liked my cuddles, babe—you said they’re warm.” he pouts and you can’t help but melt at how sad he looks, giving you puppy dog eyes as he bounces a little closer to you on the mattress. “please stay, i swear i wont kick you in my sleep this time.” you know he still will but he’s so cute you end up giving in anyway.

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

you were both getting ready for bed, watching as megumi pulls his sweater over his head before you finally speak. “im gonna go sleep on the couch, ‘gumi.” you huff and you watch his face pull into an expression that’s almost .. offended. “what? is something wrong with the bed?” he grumbles, a little confused as he scratches at the back of his neck. “no, i just wanna be alone.” you sigh and he can’t hide the way his cheeks seem to puff slightly, shuffling awkwardly from where he’s standing in the middle of the room as he tries to think of something to say. “well, what if you get cold. it’s warmer in here at night, i was—uh, told.” megumi huffs, fidgeting slightly with the hem of his sweatshirt and you just shrug before saying you’ll take a blanket, watching the pout on his lips become even more visible. “the couch isn’t comfortable.” he states, obviously clutching at reasons for you to stay with him and you feel his hand brush slightly against yours when he moves to stand in front of you. “are you mad?” he finally asks through his now obvious pout as he avoids your gaze, grabbing gently at your hand to graze his calloused fingers along your knuckles, you stay.

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[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

i’m obsessed with those “itkg finds out gojo raised megumi” fics & now i’m just giggling at the idea of like every month they find out megumi is someone’s boy. it could be yuuta. shoko. maki. gojo. etc.

kamo is fighting to get megumi as his boy but :( he’s just not valid enough. yuuji is seething at the idea that everyone get to claim megumi as their own in some fucking way but meanwhile, he can barely find the courage to hold his fucking hand.

kugisaki is just wondering if megumi is like the village baby. like does she need to step up? she absolutely will because she needs a doll to practice makeup on & etc. gotta put those lashes to good use.

(also the idea of gojo using jujutsu terms to describe the most parental things like sex. god i don’t even wanna imagine his period talk.)

Megumi had to give the period talk.

It was the second worst and most painful talk of his life. It used to be the first, and then Gojo decided that Megumi needed to learn about safe sex and the magic of his changing body. megumi almost killed them both just to end that conversation.

Tsumiki was unfortunate enough to have hit her period before everyone else in her class, and she was always kind of isolated from the rest of the kids because of Everything with her home life. She wasn't inviting people over for sleepovers, and she didn't really go on them herself. Her mom was completely checked out of her life from a young age. And I head canon her as someone who tends to neglect her own needs in favor of everyone else's. So she had absolutely no idea what was happening when her period came. She hadn't heard of it at school yet. She hadn't heard of it from her mom. She hadn't thought to look up what exactly happened in puberty for herself yet. She thought she was bleeding internally. She thought she was dying. It was a point of hysteria.

It did not help that Shoko had spent years lying wildly about what happened on a girl's "time of the month" to Gojo and Geto. To this day, Megumi has no idea what Gojo thought happened on a woman's period, but it sounds suspiciously like lycanthropy. As a result, Gojo also thought she was bleeding internally. He almost teleported her to Shoko for healing. He was about to take her to a hospital.

Luckily for them both, Megumi secretly loves his sister and had very quietly prepared for this eventuality while hoping beyond hope that it would never come to be.

He didn't want to do it. He just knew that Tsumiki wouldn't think of herself and that she didn't have a mom to walk her through this. At least for him, he knew that Gojo had lived through the amab puberty experience. He assumed that Shoko would step up to the plate when the time came, but Shoko was more of a wine aunt than a mom figure, and he just wanted a contingency if she didn't.

He read a book on what to expect with puberty for afab reproductive systems. He immediately returned this book to the library. He said nothing about any of this to anyone ever. He shut the fuck up about it for years. He was happy not talking about it.

Until Tsumiki got her period. And it was treated like cause for a hospital visit instead of the corner store.

Megumi calmed them both down. He told them that they were going to shut up, sit down, and listen. Absolutely no eye contact would be allowed for the duration of this conversation. They would never speak of this again. There would be no questions at the end. Everyone shut the fuck up and listen.

It was a comprehensive and medically accurate explanation. There were diagrams pulled up from the internet. He gave one (1) stiff hug to his sister and informed her that if they ever spoke of this again, he would have no choice but to kill them both. Then, he went upstairs and tried to forget it ever happened.

legitimately every time they turn around, they find out that Megumi is someone else's Boy. First it's Yuuta, and that's a crisis and a half--mostly for Yuuji, who seethes with a quiet and unexpected jealousy. Then it's Maki, who very unexpectedly fussed over Megumi's injuries after a mission and lectured him about being careful before sending him to bed. Then it's Gojo and finding out that Megumi is literally his boy, like he's his legal adoptive son. Then it's Panda and Inumaki, who have decided that the Village Baby custody agreement that only exists in their head means it's Their Right to harass any of Megumi's potential romantic partners, leading to a very confusing conversation with Itadori, who was still buffering with his gay awakening and hadn't realized he was a potential partner.

It's not Kamo. It's never Kamo.

(Kamo: he could be my boy

Maki, not missing a beat: he really couldn't

Kamo: he could--

Maki: he never will be)

Nobara doesn't have Yuuji's homosexual drive to make Megumi Her Boy but she does have a rapidly developing codependency with him and a healthy sense of competition. Fuck it, he's her boy now. She'll do it better than everyone else. She's got Her Boys and none of them go outside without the other two anymore. They're a Unit. they're gay idiots but they're her gay idiots. Fuck off.

Megumi absolutely has no awareness of any of this happening and would not be happy if he found out it was.

[theprettyarachnid]

JJK characters from most to least likely to prefer a clingy s/o

a/n: how am i supposed to live laugh love after reading book 14 but anyway enjoy <3 <3 <3

please tell me i answered this question correctly

warnings: none

characters: itadori, megumi, inumaki, yuuta, gojo, suguru, nanami, sukuna

itadori

🕷 he's used to it by now but yuuji still blushes every time you kiss him or hug him

🕷 you guys have a silent competition of who can surprise the other the most by sneaking up behind the other and hugging them

🕷 yuuji's in the lead because he can be quite stealthy

🕷 always has the biggest smile on his face when he gets you because you always end up laughing and telling him to put you down so you can give him a proper hug

megumi

🕷 he already has trouble believing that most people want to even be around him so when he realized how clingy and affectionate you were, he was a little taken aback by it

🕷 he didn't intentionally do it but in the beginning he shrugged you off every now and then

🕷 when you started to back off because of that, he noticed it right away and asked

🕷 felt really bad about it and told you that he was sorry and he actually liked how affectionate you were

🕷 which wasn't a lie but megumi didn't realize that until you stopped

🕷 he always gets a little embarrassed and he much prefers when you're clingy in private than in front of nobara and itadori

inumaki

🕷 his love language is touch so he’s very happy when you reciprocate with the same energy

🕷 he gets shy when you hold his hand first though

🕷 you two are glued by the hip so whenever one of you are alone, everyone immediately asks where the other one is

🕷 both you and inumaki insist that gojo pairs you up during missions

🕷 inumaki turns into an absolute wreck when you’re sent on a mission alone because what if something happens to you and he isn’t there?

🕷 he would never forgive himself for that

🕷 loves showering with you and he definitely steals your body wash

yuuta

🕷 when he had a crush on you, he loved yet simultaneously hated it

🕷 yuuta loved how it gave him an excuse to be close to you but he always had a difficult time keeping his cool

🕷 but it doesn't matter now because you two are dating

🕷 he loves it just as much and he absolutely hates when he has to leave you because he can't stand the sad look on your face

🕷 he tries to not show how upset he is too because he knows it'll only make you sadder

🕷 when yuuta comes home, he brings you into a big hug before you drag him into your dorm so you can make up all the lost time for when he was away

gojo

🕷 teases you so much but he’s actually just as clingy, if not more

🕷 literally starts complaining if you haven’t given him any affection after an hour

🕷 satoru doesn’t sleep as well when he’s away because there’s an empty space in the bed

🕷 when he returns home, he doesn’t care what you’re doing he just carries you bridal style into your bedroom so you can cuddle and baby him

suguru

🕷 smiles fondly at you whenever you cling to his arm or hug him

🕷 suguru will be talking to his 'monkeys' and ignores them when you come up to him and wrap your arms around him

🕷 once someone interrupted you both and he hid your face in his chest and 86 them

🕷 if you dont know what that means, he pretty much killed them

🕷 it gives him quite the ego boost knowing how much you want to be with him

nanami

🕷 finds it very endearing

🕷 he may not reciprocate depending on the setting you are in but he doesn’t stop you

🕷 tends to just give you a quick kiss to the hand when you’re in public

🕷 once threatened to punch gojo in the face when he gave you guys kissy faces

🕷 nanami always gives you just as much attention when you’re home though

sukuna

🕷 “what the fuck are you doing?”

🕷 definitely shoved you off the first time you hugged him

🕷 in his defense, he probably has not experienced physical affection in the thousands of years he’s existed

🕷 and no meaningless sex does not count as physical affection

🕷 sukuna has gotten used to it but he still tells you that he finds it gross

🕷 once you actually pulled away since he told you how 'disgusted' he was by your clinginess but he yanked you back over to him

[satorhime]

ahhhhhh !! what kind of dates would yuuji, gojo, nanami, and megumi take you on :???

SWEET DATES ʚ JJK BOYS + HEADCANONS

ଘ feat ʚ OKKOTSU, ITADORI, FUSHIGURO, GOJO, NANAMI ɞ

ଘ from 呪術廻戦 / jujutsu kaisen

ଘ beware ʚ no warnings, sfw, tooth rotting fluff, links take you to songs i recommend you listen to while reading (youtube), not thoroughly proofread (let me know if i missed anything), all characters are of age.

ଘ notes my lovely dani <3333 i added yuuta like you asked uwu i hope you enjoy these headcanons. i'm so soft after writing this. if these boys don't show up at my door in the next 24 hours and take me on one of these dates, i'm going to lose my mind. thank you for requesting!!!! interactions are loved (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

now playing: take me where your heart is by Q

okkotsu yuuta’s a hopeless romantic, but you don’t discover this until later in your relationship when he’s more comfortable with taking the initiative and sharing his ideas with you. 

at first, he’s so casual— content with you being the one to plan out the dates while he provides the train and bus fees so you can drag him all over the bustling cities as you please.

until he finds out you want him to be more assertive. 

after that, he’ll wrap his arms around you and mumbles against your ear his plans for you, no longer the other way around. 

“clear your schedule for me today? we’re going somewhere, my love.” 

he makes your heart flutter with that kind of talk!!!

but to be honest, yuuta is kind of nervous. 

the dates you prepare are so thoughtful ‘n unique. stealing him away from duties for firework shows, free sample hopping at the local shopping centers and even a pottery class where you laughed at yuuta because he accidentally clogged wet clay up his nostril.

anyway, yuuta REALLY should give himself more credit. 

he’s a little sheepish at first, a little flushed when the two of you check in at a do it yourself couple’s spa. “we can go somewhere else, if you like?” 

“okkotsu,” you deadpan. “you have to be kidding. we’re at a spa and i get to crack your back instead of someone else. we’re doing this!!!!” 

“that’s a relief,” he gives you a beautiful smile.

the date turns out to be so cute. 

you and yuuta wear matching robes with cute little animals printed on them before you’re lead to a room stocked with a mini fridge and shelves with goodies meant to be used to take care of each other. 

yuuta’s particularly interested in the eye masks for bruises under the eyes, but you steer him away from those because you love his dark circles just as much as you love him. no blemish on his face isn’t beautiful. 

still, it feels good to be the one to take care of your lovely boy— you worry about him not getting enough sleep and nutrition. just as yuuta worries about you overworking yourself and staying up too late at night. 

it’s not a surprise the two of you end up arguing about who gets to take care of the other first before the instructor interrupts and reminds you it’s a team effort. 

so you both end up sitting face to face, gently patting serums into blushing cheeks and whining about how cold the jelly sheet masks are when you slap it over unprepared faces. falling a little bit further in love with each other as you gently massage the tension out of each other’s shoulders, little quarrel soon forgotten.

now playing: shake it by metro station

“do you maybe? i dunno— wanna go on a date with me?” is how yuuji asks you out, rubbing the nape of his neck, eyes casted to the floor— immediately regretting blurting out that question. not because he doesn’t want to date you, but because—

well, this guy is clueless?? sure, he may have come a long way from hanging up posters of half-naked actresses in his room, but yuuji’s still not good at dating and he’s even worse with women. bless him. 

still, he tries his best. 

he stays up all night googling what women like to do on dates. scoffing at the cosmo magazine polls that promise him 75% of women prefer extravagant dates that begin in expensive dinners and end in swarovski gifts. as if he’ll do something like that. he’s broke and plus, dates like that sound boring. 

yuuji’s a hyperactive puppy who never runs out of energy so when the idea of adrenaline-filled thrill rides, kakigori, sweet cotton candy and greasy popcorn pops into his mind, he texts the trip advisor page to you at 3am in the morning, hours before your date with him. 

“an amusement park, yuuji?” honestly, for a first date it’s not the best idea. a loud park filled with boisterous teenagers and crying babies didn’t create the most romantic setting for a blossoming relationship, but for you and yuuji it’s perfect. you can’t deny your excitement even if it is a little childish. 

except, the itadori bad luck is not a hoax. yuuji ends up picking the worst day for your date—free corn dog day so of course the park is ridiculously busy with families and couples alike. 

yuuji looks like someone kicked him in the face, really. guiltier than a man on trial. “we should just go.” “please, yuuji. you’re going to want one of those free corn dogs. we’ll make it work.” 

no moms with baby prams and sticky toddlers will stop you from enjoying your time with him. you’d been waiting for him to ask you out for too long. 

you lace your fingers with yuuji’s, tugging him into the crowd. scoping out rides with the least wait times and of course, the free corn dog stall. 

this date is more fun than it looks, promise!!!!

yuuji may have made himself sick eating free corn dogs though. childlike, the two of you change your looks to return to the line. you end up wearing yuuji’s hat while yuuji has your bright pink sunglasses on. luckily, he was handsome enough to charm the concession employees into giving the two of you seconds, thirds, and even a fourth.

you and yuuji end up riding all of the random, unpopular rides throughout the park too. the creaky tilt-a-whirl, the broken carousel with animals that don’t move, and the horror love boat with the terrifying animatronics where you feed each other rainbow cotton candy and share a sweet cherry slush to distract yourselves from the scene of the animatronic woman eating her husband’s heart in a corner. 

“you’re still shaking. are you scared? do you want me to cover your eyes?” “just kiss me, idiot.” 

now playing: outside by weston estate

megumi isn't the kind of guy to go all out for dates.

he doesn't see the point in spending a lot of money?? especially going to loud places with too many people, when all he wants to do is spend time being next to you while he's able— the location literally doesn't matter.

of course, he'll go out if you want. it's just not really his style.

it annoys you a little at first— you think he's hiding your relationship, but you're quick to learn that dating with megumi at home is better than anything.

he doesn't ask you out or anything; it makes him nervous even though you're his girlfriend so he just shows up at your door— surprise!!!! here's your boyfriend at the door with a bag of groceries and a rented movie.

"who still rents movies, fushiguro?"

“you be quiet.”

when you're alone though, megumi's true personality unfurls and shines through.

he wears your pink cooking apron and doesn't protest when you push his hair back with a pretty headband, he's so handsome. he'll cook you a delicious meal before watching a movie with you warming his side and if you don't fall asleep during, he'll draw the two of you a medicinal bath to soothe your tired limbs and achy joints.

"hey," megumi's quiet rasp calls on you from the kitchen. the scent of megumi's favorite being prepared— shogoyaki with bean sprouts and rice— wafts through the open kitchen hatch, making your mouth water. "did you set the table like i asked or are you too busy ogling me?"

"you wouldn't believe me if i said no, how can i not ogle you?"

still, you hurriedly set the table so you can join him in the kitchen. not to help him, no— to hug your arms to his waist while he carefully tosses pork over in a pan, grumbling that he can't move with you clinging to him like that.

yet he never asks you to move. 

getting glimpses of a more comfortable, open megumi is a treat. 

he would never do some of the things in public that he does when at home with you — like sitting right next to you at the table instead of across. 

or feeding you bites of food from his own plate because you love those pieces and he doesn’t, yet he adds them to his plate anyway.

there’s so many more things, too. a special edition megumi only for you.

it’s so endearing as he sips some of your drink when you offer it to him. or when he thumbs a finger across your lip, cleaning a drop of soy from your mouth. using any excuse to touch and be near you. 

now playing: scenic drive by khalid

when you first began dating him, satoru took you everywhere.

he would rent out entire restaurants for fancy dinners with you or fly you all the way to venice for a romantic ride through the city on a gondola. your dates with him meant dressing in pretty silks and satins with high heels so expensive they could end world hunger, all bought by satoru himself.

back then, it was obvious. he was only trying to occupy you. keeping you busy and excited in your relationship with him, a constant need to impress you as his feelings grew stronger. an irrational fear in him that you would eventually get tired of his exhausting personality and busy schedule.

yeah, he’s an idiot. but he’s your idiot.

at one point, you have to tell him: "my feet can't take another night in heels, satoru," letting him down gently so he'll know that while you don't like the location, you love spending time with him.

the clubbing, the dinners, the trips to different countries— you want him to stop posing and let his guard down. you want satoru, raw and unfiltered.

"eh? you couldn't have said that before i flew you to paris?" he complains, pulling his blindfold down to replace it with a pair of dark shades. "whatever, i know where to take you next."

"does it involve sitting in first class for ten hours? if yes, we're breaking up."

"don't be such a crybaby, but no. it does involve sitting next to me, though."

you are one hundred percent sure that satoru, who takes the train to work and tortures ijichi into driving him everywhere does not have a driver's license, but hours later when you meet him downstairs outside of your apartment, he's leaning coolly against a sleek red sports car; vintage body, cream interior.

feeling bad about having to tell him to cool it down with the extravagant dates, you don’t question his driving skills as you hop into the passenger seat. if you die, you die!!!!

but you should have known better, there is nothing gojo satoru cannot learn. his driving is smooth and is threatening to lull you to sleep. he truly is good at everything.

he’s especially good at making you swoon.

satoru drives you out of the city with the top down, sleeves rolled up; he looks so carefree, years younger with his hair whipping in the wind and no worries on his expression. one hand on the steering wheel while the other rests in your lap, his fingers intertwined with yours while you stroke your thumb lovingly over the top of his hand. choosing the perfect moment to drive beachside as the sun drops, coloring the sky to a lavender purple.

it’s relaxing date and exactly what you wanted. satoru can rest his overactive mouth because neither of you feel the need to break the silence and speak— loving one another enough to share the space and be near each other.

you share a bag of chips and a sugary melon soda in silence too, though every now and then satoru will sigh and crunch irritatingly loud just to make you laugh.

( it’s endearing to see crumbs littering satoru’s expensive jeans. so human. )

but then your favorite song jumps on the shuffle and you’re singing into the darkening sky, lyrics off-key while satoru steals glances between watching the road, his expression as open as his heart in that moment.

“so, how is this for a date?” he lolls his head towards your seat, his eyes reflecting the lavender orange cream sky in them. “wishing you were on a private jet?”

“it’s not paris,” you nod, agreeing. “but it’s worth it.”

now playing: waves by mr.probz

there is one thing about nanami kento and that is he will never waste a day off, never miss an opportunity to spend quality time with you. 

kento is an organized man so it’s no surprise that this man has an entire day planned out for the two of you. 

he is the poster model for true romance, waking you up with a kiss and a fresh bouquet of spring flowers. “i have an errand to run today, darling girl,” he murmurs in your ear. “come with me?” 

an errand to run is kento’s unique way of asking you out on a date— you can’t help but smile and feel excited, so you hurry to do your morning routine and get dressed while kento patiently waits outside. 

any hints you try to draw out of kento about where you’re going today falls flat, he even threatens to blindfold you if you peek again. you trust him so you dutifully keep your eyes sealed the entire car ride and to this secret destination

you’re super confused when your feet land on wooden planks. a boardwalk? kento is a perfect guide though and you can’t find it in yourself to complain when his hands stay on your waist the entire journey.

“lift your feet up for me or you’ll fall, darling.” “that’s it.” but in the end he ends up lifting you onto a higher surface. do i hear waves?

“you could have uncovered your eyes five minutes ago,” kento quips dryly and you frown before dropping your hands. you squint against the bright, warm sunlight and the clear blue sky.

“kento, this was your errand?” you reply breathlessly, mouth gaped in surprise as you stare at the beautiful vessel around you. a crisp white sailboat with a light varnished deck.

“i thought it would do us a favor to get out of the house. shall we?”

at the helm of the boat is the prettiest picnic you’ve ever seen. pillowy cushions seated at a small table decorated with artful cheeses, meats, and fruits while a bottle of sparkling champagne sleeps on ice in a bucket.

nanami helps you sit down before he sits next to you, getting to work on finding a corkscrew to pop the champagne while you relax, realizing with wide eyes that you didn’t pay attention to nanami’s outfit of the day.

picture this: nanami kento, hair pushed back, sunshades, board shorts, boat shoes.

a sight you never knew you needed to lay your eyes upon before that moment.

the two of you are the picture of romance, straight out of a lifestyle magazine. the sailboat rocking gently over the waves as you chat comfortably and it takes some coaxing the ex-salaryman into agreeing, but eventually you get him to rest his head in your lap while you lower a branch of grapes to his lips because we’re on a boat, we have to recreate this!

at first he’s just indulging you, but the grapes are as sweet as your love and the way you brush his hair back away from his face is comforting. as grumpy as he is, it feels good to be cared for. to be loved. he finds himself lulling off, eyes closed to listen to your quiet chewing as you snack and the water rolling against the starboard side.

until you startle him awake, “wait, where did you get the boat?”

the blond has to laugh, brow flickering in irritation as he thinks about the owner of said vessel, but no thought is unpleasant enough to ruin a perfect day with you. “i called in a favor from a frustrating colleague.”

this kind of date… reminds you to enjoy the time you have together. with seaspray in your hair and on your cheeks, you and nanami at peace, nothing else matters.

[itadores]

math help.

note: surprise !!! it’s my comeback post

pairing: nanami kento x gn reader, itadori yuuji & gn reader, itadori yuuji & nanami kento

word count: 2k

genre/warnings: fluff, slice of life au, dad nanami, parent reader, child itadori

“how was school today, yuuji?”

the question you pose to your son as he clamors into the car and buckles his seatbelt is innocent, but the pink-haired boy heaves a great, big sigh in response.

“‘s okay,” he mumbles. as soon as the car door closes, he props his arm up on the armrest and stares out the window, gazing at the scenery as you begin to pull out of his school’s parking lot.

you raise a brow, looking at your baby’s reflection through the rearview mirror of your car. that’s unusual. yuuji normally loves telling you about every aspect of his day, no matter how minute the detail is. you don’t mind how much he rambles. you enjoy listening to your son happily blab about the antics he, megumi, and nobara got up to during his time at school or how gojo-sensei did something silly again. you like how animated yuuji gets when he talks; it’s adorable. so, for him to be so quiet is concerning.

“what’s wrong, baby? did something bad happen at school today?” you calmly question. you try to keep your voice free of any worry, but when you see yuuji nod his head yes, your nerves sky-rocket. you instantly enter protective mode. did someone say something mean to your baby? you’ll kill them if they made him upset.

you take a deep breath and refocus your attention on the road. there’s no need to get so worked up before you know what the issue is. “what happened, yuuji?”

your son sighs again. the anticipation builds and builds until he throws his hands into the air and dramatically says “we learned math today and i don’t get any of it.” he fists his pink hair and tugs on the strands like he’s about ready to rip them out.

you let out a relieved exhale. you restrain your laughter because you don’t want yuuji to think you’re making light of his issues, but you can’t help the smile that begins to spread across your lips. it looks like you got all worked up over nothing. 

“yuuji, don’t pull on your hair like that, you’ll go bald,” you gently chide. he immediately releases his hair at the possibility that he could go bald! yuuji would rather not lose all his hair, thank you very much. “do you have math homework, baby?”

yuuji nods again. “gojo-sensei gave us a worksheet to do, but i don’t get it. how am i supposed to do the homework if i don’t get it?” yuuji becomes increasingly more agitated with each word, his voice rising in volume. 

you let your son voice all his worries before speaking. when you stop at a red light, you glance over your shoulder at your son to give him a reassuring look. 

“you can ask your papa to help with your homework tonight,” you suggest.

yuuji immediately perks up at the idea. his brown eyes go all round. “you think papa will help me?” he hopefully asks.

you chuckle. as if kento would ever turn yuuji down. “of course, yuuji. how about you ask him when we get inside?” you say as you pull into your driveway.

“papa’s home?!” yuuji squeals. with his clumsy little hands, he tries to undo his seatbelt as quick as he can, but his fingers can’t locate the button to unfasten his seatbelt in his haste. 

you quickly undo your seatbelt, hopping out of the car and opening up the car door where yuuji’s sitting. you reach around his body to press the button to unlock his seatbelt. as soon as yuuji is free from the restraints, he scrambles out of his booster seat and makes a run for the front door. 

“yuuji, slow down,” you playfully scold. you scoop up his forgotten backpack that lies in the backseat, shut the door, lock your car, and walk toward the entrance of your home. yuuji impatiently bounces up and down, jamming his pointer finger against the doorbell to make it open up faster.

before you can tell yuuji to exercise a little bit of patience or whip your house key out, the door swings open, revealing the man of the hour.

“papa!” yuuji excitedly shouts, throwing himself with reckless abandon at the blond man. kento, ever ready for anything, bends down and easily catches his little spitfire with open arms.

“hello, yuuji.” kento greets with a small, amused smile. your husband turns his attention to you. ���hello, love.”

you gently usher your boys out of the doorway and further inside your home, so you can shut the front door behind you. “hi, sweetheart.”

you punctuate the end of your sentence by pressing a chaste kiss to kento’s lips. yuuji scrunches his face into disgust at the display of affection. “ew. that’s gross,” he says while wriggling his small body, still held in kento’s arms, between you.

you fondly roll your eyes, grinning. “you’re gross from being at school all day.” you bop yuuji on the nose, causing him to go cross-eyed for a moment. “go wash your hands, stink bug. also, don’t forget that you wanted to ask your papa something.”

“i am not stinky,” yuuji whines, squirming around in kento’s arms until your husband carefully lowers him down to the ground. despite his adamant protest that he does not stink, yuuji follows your directions and bounds down the hallway, making his way to the restroom to wash up.

with the two of you alone in the hallway now, kento looks at you with a raised brow. “ask me something?” he parrots.

you snake an arm around kento’s waist, pulling the man closer so you can give him a quick peck on the cheek. “nothing bad, i promise, but i’ll let yuuji ask you,” you reassure. releasing your hold on kento, you traverse down the hallway toward the kitchen to make an easy snack for yuuji. you drop yuuji’s backpack on the dining table when you pass by it.

kento trails after you, loosely wrapping his arms around you from behind as you stand near the countertop. you hum and pluck an apple from the bowl, rolling it around in your palm to feel if it’s ripe enough. you can cut up some apple slices for yuuji’s afternoon snack. knowing him, he’ll probably want to eat them with some caramel sauce.

“sweetheart, could you pass me—”

a cutting board followed by a knife magically appears in your vision. you take them and place them down on the countertop in front of you. you lean back to press a kiss to kento’s jaw. “thank you, kento.”

kento softly smiles, brushing his lips against your forehead. “you’re welcome.”

from the kitchen area, you and kento can hear the running water of the faucet in the bathroom suddenly cease. not long after, yuuji bursts through the room.

“papa.”

kento detaches himself from you and makes his way around the counter to get to yuuji’s side.

“yes, yuuji?”

kento bends his knees and lowers himself to the hardwood floor to make himself only slightly taller than yuuji instead of standing at his full height and towering over the boy. yuuji places his little hands on kento’s shoulders to force the man to look him straight in the eyes. yuuji does his best to paste on a serious look, but it’s much too cute with his adorably chubby cheeks. kento dons a serious look as well, but his eyes are soft as he gazes at his son.

“i need help with my math homework,” yuuji states.

“okay. why don’t we move to the table, and you can show me what you need help with?” nanami propositions.

yuuji’s eyes light up, and he responds with a determined nod before bouncing away toward the dining table. you watch from your place near the kitchen island as kento pushes himself off of the ground. his joints audibly creak, and a light wince crosses his face.

“looks like you’re getting old, old man,” you tease, pausing from your task of cutting up apple slices for yuuji. 

kento places his hands on his lower back to stretch out his muscles and tosses you a flat look your way. “we’re the same age.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night,” you airily say with a flourish of your hand. you make a shooing motion at kento. “now, go help our son with his homework.”

the corner of his lip curls upward, and kento turns and walks to go take a seat across from yuuji at the dining table.

you refocus on the task at hand and continue cutting up apple slices for yuuji. once you’re content with how many wedges you have, you set down the knife and open up the fridge to search for the caramel sauce that yuuji is so fond of. when you spot the container you’re looking for, you’re quick to grab it along with the plastic container of grapes.

turning on the faucet, you rinse the container of grapes under the running spray of water. once you think they’re clean enough, you turn off the water and begin to organize the array of fruits neatly onto a plate with a small dish of caramel sauce to the side. you dry off your hands with a hand towel, put everything away back in its place, and grab the plate to bring to yuuji.

the sight that greets you when you gently nudge the door to the dining room wide open melts your heart. yuuji is bent over his worksheet, face screwed in intense concentration, as he tightly fists a pencil in one hand. kento is sat beside him, idly watching yuuji attempt to solve one of the problems printed in black ink.

“i just don’t get it, papa!” yuuji whines. his brows furrow together and his eyes bore into the piece of paper laid out in front of him as if the answer will magically come to him.

“which part do you not understand?” kento calmly asks.

“all of it!” yuuji says, voice full of distress. he tosses his hands up into the air to further emphasize his point.

kento places a large hand on yuuji’s back to help ground him. he rubs his palm up and down in a comforting manner. “that’s okay, yuuji. we can go over it again together until you understand the concept,” kento says, ever so patient. 

you take this as an opportunity to butt into the conversation. “how about you take a quick break before you try again, yuuji?” yuuji and kento both look your way at the unexpected sound of your voice. you raise the hand that’s balancing the plate. “i brought you a little snack.”

yuuji looks at kento, waiting for the assurance that it’s okay if he takes a break. 

“we can try again after you’ve eaten.”

with his permission, yuuji happily shoves one of the apple slices you’ve cut up into his mouth as soon as you set the dish down onto the table. 

“make sure you chew with your mouth closed, baby,” you remind yuuji as you take a seat across from him and kento. you love your son to bits, but he is the messiest eater you know. with his mouth full of mashed apples, he gives you a little thumbs up. 

when yuuji’s done with his snack, you whisk the plate away. you stand up and move to the other side of the table to place a kiss on yuuji’s forehead, ruffling his unruly hair, and then press another kiss to the top of kento’s head.

“good luck on math, you two. i know you’ll get it in no time, baby! you have a great teacher, after all.” you end your sentence with an exaggerated wink directed at kento, which prompts yuuji to giggle. kento doesn’t outwardly laugh, but you can see the amusement shining in his eyes.

“thank you, love,” kento says as you exit the room. love overflows in your chest as you clean the dirty dishes in the kitchen. you know that kento would patiently explain the concept over and over again to yuuji until he understood it. he would never raise his voice at him or grow frustrated with his lack of understanding. kento’s just that type of dad- a wonderful one.

[i-cant-sing]

Imagine if Togi lets Itadori as baby siter and (while traing or just distracted) baby Fushigoro is playibg with a cocoroath. And when she went to eat it, Megumi just walked in and like OMG!!! all hell break loose

Let me set the scene for you:

Imagine that after Gojo kidnapped/saved/adopted you from the Zenin clan, he has some work to do and leaves you under the care of Yuji and Megumi. Now since you don't have any of your stuff at the school dorms, Megumi hesitantly decides to go and get some essentials for you on Yuji's insistence that he's great with kids. So he leaves you with Yuji, telling him to call him if anything goes wrong.

Now that reader is left with Yuji, she has the time of her life. No really, cause he matches with her chaotic energy, he's just as fast as her. So when reader tries to jump off a tree branch, Yuji is right there to save her. And he's having fun too, this chonky chaotic baby is laughing her butt off while being chased by Yuji.

But then something weird happens. Yuji is holding reader in his arms, walking back to the dorms when he looks down at the reader and she's staring back at him, her eyes glowing. He could feel a change in her aura and cursed energy, but before he could stop her, reader had touched his face and his world went black, giving the body's control over to Sukuna.

Sukuna cracks his neck, wondering who summoned him and looks around before his eyes land on you, looking at him with wonder.

"Who are you-" He's cut off by you touching the patterns on his face. "You've got tattoos?" You ask, eyes wide with curiosity.

Sukuna narrowed his eyes at you. "These are not tattoos, these are- whose child are you? Where did you even come from?" You laughed, he talked funny. "I'm Y/n Zeni- no, Y/n Fushiguro! What's your name? Do you wanna be friends?"

Sukuna scoffed. Friends? He's the demon king, he does not make friends with petulant little kids- wait, did you say-

"Fushiguro?" He raised a brow at you. "You're Megumi's child?" You shook your head. "No, Megumi's my brother! My dad is Toji Fushiguro!" Sukuna looked at your little form, that was now preoccupied with his black nails, complimenting him that you liked the colour. You're related to Megumi? So you must have some good cursed techniques too.

Sukuna could definitely see that you possessed great amounts of cursed energy, very rare for someone your age. But it doesn't seem like you're aware of it, or even have manifested your cursed techniques.

His eyes widened a bit when a critical thought came to him.

Did you summon him?

Now that he thinks about it, he didn't force Yuji to switch consciousness with him. Did you do it, all on your own?

Were you powerful enough to do that? Were you stronger than Megumi? More importantly, were you a threat to him? Is that why you're here? To eliminate him?

He wondered these things as he watched you chase around a cockroach around his feet. Should he take you to his domain and see your cursed technique?

Before Sukuna could put you to the test, he heard footsteps behind him. Immediately, Sukuna switched consciousness with Yuji, letting him take control. For now, he's decided to sit behind and watch Y/n Fushiguro.

"I'm back- Y/N! DROP THAT!" Megumi yelled, dropping the bags as he quickly grabbed onto your hands, trying to pry them open so that you'd release the cockroach that you were about to put in your mouth.

"But- but I caught it. Finder's keepers Megumi! Its okay, I'll catch one for you too-" "Y/n, this is not for eating! Just drop this, I got us food. Your favourite-"

"Cup Ramen? From Sellen?!" Your voice turned high pitched.

Megumi nodded, sighing in relief when you finally let the roach go. "Yes, from 7/11. Now, why don't you take the ramen to the kitchen. I'll be there in a minute and cook it for you." He watched you run off with the cup ramen, almost tripping on your feet and falling, but you managed not to.

Yuji yawned, rubbing his eyes. "What happened- Oh hey Megumi, you're back! Wait, where'd Y/n go-?" He was cut off with Megumi punching his gut.

"You were going to let her eat a cockroach?!" Megumi asked, infuriated. Yuji looked at him in confusion. "What? No, I would never do that- What are you talking about- AGHH!" He was interrupted with another punch, making him cough.

Megumi rolled his hand. "You're off babysitting. Next time, I'll pick Nobara for this. Dumbass."

Yuji watched his friend walk off, while he stood there confused. "What did I do?!" On the inside though, Sukuna was smiling lazily, his interest piqued by the new Fushiguro.

You could be useful to him if you're as strong as he thinks.

[i-am-distressed]

JJK Boys getting accidentally flashed by their Girlfriend

Characters: Megumi, Itadori, Yuta, Noritoshi, Nanami, Toji, Naoya, Geto, Gojo, and Sukuna

Warnings: Implied 'nudity' cause, y'know, getting flashed. Naoya + Sukuna, Yuta’s turned out very detailed and warning for his cause curses are gross, mentions of injuries/implied blood, Noritoshi’s is eXTREMEly self-indulgent, allusion to sex in Toji’s and Sukuna’s but nothing explicit or suggestive (obviously), you guys are married in Toji’s, Naoya’s and Sukuna’s. Kids in Naoya’s, cursing in Sukuna's but I 'censored' it :)

**I write Naoya and Sukuna with some necessary changes, please hold your judgement☺ These are long but give it a chance-**

Fushiguro Megumi:

Due to his job as a student/Jujutsu Sorcerer, Megumi was usually pretty tired when you guys got to hang out.

So, the first thing you guys typically did when you met up after school was nap for a good hour or two.

Which worked out well for both of you since he finally got some rest and you got cuddles and a chance to play with his hair.

On this particular afternoon, Megumi had basically crashed the minute he hit the bed, you not far behind to lay on his chest while he zonked out on his back.

It had been just about 2 hours when he woke up, one hand going up to rub his eyes while his other arm wrapped around you to hold you tight.

You smiled when you felt him moving, turning ever so slightly to give him a small peck on his shoulder.

He smiled and turned to look at you, only to see that while he was sleeping you had changed into a loose tank top. A loose tank top that had...shifted, to give your boyfriend a view you had not intended to give him.

He was so flustered he didn’t realize how red the tips of his ears had gotten and how wide his eyes had gotten, not to mention the fact he hadn’t said a word.

Thinking he had fallen back asleep, you looked up only to see your boyfriend seemingly stuck in time as he looked at something.

Following his gaze you gasped, rushing to fix your shirt.

That seemed to snap Megumi out of his daze, that and your non-menacing ‘pervert’ you muttered, it’s not like you really cared (you were more embarrassed than anything) but the opportunity to tease was much too good to pass up.

“I- hEy! It wasn’t on purpose! You’re the one that flashed me…”

“I don’t know Megumi...you were awfully quiet for awhile there, didn’t even warn me😔”

You may or may not have gotten hit with a pillow following that remark.

Itadori Yuji:

You and your boyfriend Yuji were celebrating your two year anniversary, and this year you had both decided on going to an amusement park!

It was a pretty hot day, and you’d be walking a lot so you decided on a cute loose t-shirt and shorts and some walking shoes.

You guys had just gotten on this rollercoaster, and from the looks of it this one was going to be fast.

The ticking as you went up the first and very tall hill did nothing to quell the excitement/fear you were feeling, and it also did nothing to keep you from taking your boyfriends hand in yours.

After that first drop, it wasn’t too bad! But it was definitely on the faster side.

You guys were almost done, the end was in sight.

You turned to ask Yuji what ride you should do next when one sharp turn caught you off guard and flipped your shirt up into your face.

Right when Yuji had just so happened to have turned to talk to you.

Trying to ignore the utter shame you felt you tried to fix your shirt, your boyfriend then leaned over you to stop anyone from getting a peak as the car pulled back to the start.

You felt so embarrassed after it, but when you tried to apologize he just shook his head, gave you a kiss on your cheek and grabbed your hand to drag you off to the next ride.

Okkotsu Yuta:

**Unlike the others, this happened before the two of you started dating, you were still just really good friends**

You and Yuta had been sent out on a mission together.

You were a little nervous since it would be your first time going against a special grade, but you were confident you’d be able to do your part. Plus, having Yuta there was helpful in more ways than just his power.

The fight was a tough one, this curse you guys were fighting kept breaking the ground and shooting debris everywhere, it was easily blockable and it really wasn’t that dangerous.

But it did prove irritating.

Along with making tears everywhere in your jacket and skirt, you had been left with no choice but to kill the curse when it was up close and personal, so you were also covered in gross stuff.

To keep yourself from throwing up then and there, you unbuttoned your top and shrugged it off your shoulders, wincing at the cuts that had amassed during the fight.

You planned to quickly exchange it with the spare you kept in your bag, the debris had caused a bunch of dust which was acting like a curtain to shield your half-naked self from the eyes of the world.

But most importantly, from the eyes of your crush.

Unfortunately for you, your bag had gotten caught under a somewhat heavy piece of concrete.

Which would be no problem for you to lift if you hadn’t run through a fair amount of your cursed energy.

In your exhaustion, you must have made your struggle known with the grunts and obvious sounds of struggle you were making.

Yuta, who had a radar for you on anyway, heard this and started making his way over to you since he’s a considerate lad and you could be hurt!

You had just gotten it off the ground when it finally shifted enough for you to get your bag out, and you, being ever so coordinated, stumbled backwards.

Right into the open arms of Yuta, who immediately went red when he realized you were no longer wearing a shirt.

His jaw dropped as he tried to form a sentence, say something, anything to make sure you knew it was an accident.

Poor guy was so scared you thought he was a creep, he couldn’t look you in the eyes for almost 3 days.

That is until Maki locked you both in a room until one of you confessed💖

Kamo Noritoshi:

(This one may or may not be self-indulgent since I’m a clutz-)

You and Noritoshi had been sent to get something from the principal’s office by Utahime.

You were walking in front of him, paying little to no attention as to where you were walking as Noritoshi lost years off his life watching you stumble and almost trip.

So, okay, maybe you were a little bit clumsy, so what?

“Y/n, would you please be more careful? You’re going to fall.”

You turned your head to look at your boyfriend with an unimpressed look on your face, continuing to walk as he was even more on edge now that you definitely weren’t looking where you were going.

“Have a little faith in me, would you? I’m not that clumsy-” Just then, your foot caught a root perfectly, resulting in an untimely fall to the ground.

Which, thanks to years of falling face-first, you were more than prepared for.

Noritoshi, who felt his heart stop, quickly went to aid you, only to realize that your skirt had shifted with your fall, leaving you partly exposed to the world.

Partly exposed to him.

He quickly made his way to your side, helping you up as you laughed and dusted yourself off, noting the quietness of your boyfriend.

Usually when this happened, and he was quiet, you’d be in for a lecture.

But this time you noticed he was quiet...but he was also blushing.

You guys continued walking, you definitely weren’t complaining about not being told off, but you weren’t a fan of his silence. And...since when did Mr. Blood manipulation blush…?

“No lecture today?”

Noritoshi, who had been very deep in thought almost jumped at your voice, huffing as he tilted his head downward and picked up his pace a little.

“No tights today?”

You stopped at that because...he typically didn’t care what you wore, he was actually pretty laid-back except when it came to your safety.

“It’s August...so no?”

“Then i’d recommend you be a little more careful, had it been somebody else walking behind you, they would have seen something they shouldn’t have.” Your eyes narrowed at his words because...what was he talking about??

Sensing your confusion he turned towards you, eyes cracked open and a small smirk on his face. Leaning in close, he whispered.

“When you fell, your skirt lifted.”

And proceeded to walk ahead and into the principal’s office, leaving you in a whirlwind of emotions with no idea how to process them.

Nanami Kento:

You were over at Nanami’s place, in his kitchen cooking dinner with him.

You guys didn’t get to have dates often, but thankfully you guys both had tonight free. And seeing as you both have been busy, a home-date sounded nice to both of you.

Nanami was working on opening a bottle of wine while you were fiddling with the stove top.

Nanami had recently moved into this apartment, and it was really nice. But the oven was much different from yours, so it was taking awhile for you to get used to it.

You had finally gotten it on and you put the frying pan on the burner to heat up.

You turned your back to it and leaned against the nearby counter, appreciating the view you had of your boyfriend’s back and biceps.

It was safe to say you were distracted.

So distracted, that you didn’t notice that the shirt you were wearing had been just close enough to the burner that it had caught on fire.

You felt your hip getting a little warm, so you looked down and gasped when you saw that you were literally catching on fire.

You scrambled to rip the shirt off you, throwing it in the thankfully empty sink as you turned the water on, successfully avoiding a major problem and any serious injuries.

Shaking your head, you turned to your lover with an apology ready on your lips, only when you met his eyes, he quickly turned around.

Clearing his throat, he returned to his previous task of cutting the vegetables while he instead nodded his head towards his room.

“You can wear one of my shirts, they’re in the second drawer.” You nodded and made your way into his room, shaking your head to try and rid yourself from any further embarrassment and cool down your overheating face and neck.

Little did you know, Nanami was trying to cool down the burning red on his own face, as well as trying to focus on the vegetables.

Fushiguro Toji:

**In this you two are married and you’re Megumi’s momma**

You guys had recently adopted a cat from a nearby shelter, Toji didn’t want a cat, but between the puppy eyes of not only his young son but his wife, he was never walking out of the shelter without one.

Only, you didn’t walk out with one, since the cat Megumi chose was a female, and pregnant.

So now you guys have 4 cats.

Your kittens were older now, just about 4 months. So you and Megumi would let them out during the day (supervised and with their momma of course) and bring them back in at night. Toji didn’t really care what you did with them since they made you both happy (and it kept you both occupied-).

Toji had come home from a particularly grueling day at work, his shoulders were stiff and he had a small headache, and all he really wanted was to drag you to the bed so he could sleep on top of you while you ran your fingers through his hair and he could finally get some decent sleep.

Does he get that? No.

What he does get is you and Megumi yelling up the tree in front of your house for “Cat! Come down from the tree!” ‘Cat’ was the name of the kitten you and Megumi had forced Toji to name since ‘he had to have one too’, even though it was really just so he had no choice but to let you two keep them all.

Sighing he walked over to you both, ruffling Megumi’s hair and giving you a kiss before he stuck his hands in his pockets and asked the question he didn’t want, or need, the answer to.

“*sigh* what happened?”

Frowning, you looked back to the tree and pointed, revealing the small kitten who had managed to get herself, or himself he couldn’t remember, stuck on one of the lower branches.

“Well, he’ll come down eventually.”

You smacked his arm as Megumi’s eyebrows pinched together, little arms crossing in front of his chest, “It’s a she, daddy. And she’s just a baby! You have to get her down!”

Groaning he brought a hand up to rub his eyes, “There’s no way i’m getting up that tree, I’m way too big, and daddy’s tired”

Pouting, Megumi stood in front of his dad (Let’s say Megumi is 3~), little hands tugging on his pants leg, a little “please daddy?” coming from his trembling lips.

“No, daddy’s right, he’s too old to get in the tree,” You smirked at the glare you got from your husband, “But, if daddy helps me, I can get in the tree.”

So, that’s how you ended up in a tree, gently handing ‘Cat’ down to your husband, who quickly passed her down to Megumi, and found yourself struggling to get down.

You and Megumi had been out and about earlier, and you were wearing a comfortable dress that day, so being in a tree was less than ideal.

With the promise of Toji catching you, you jumped, not expecting the wind to carry your dress, and unintentionally giving your husband a show. Luckily, your son was much more interested in the kitten.

You felt your face heat up as you quickly fixed your dress, your husband just laughed with a ‘nothin’ I haven’t seen before babe’ which was quickly followed by an ‘ow!’ when you smacked him. </3

Zen'in Naoya:

You and Naoya were preparing to have dinner together.

He was sat at the table, finishing up some paperwork while you finished up the food.

Your 2 children, your 5 year old son and 3 year old daughter, were also sat at the table. Your children both telling their father about their days while he listened. (I know he’s literally awful, but if I can pretend Toji isn’t an awful father, I can pretend Naoya isn’t an awful person✌😌)

“And then, Momma told the guy off! It was awesome daddy!” Naoya raised his eyebrow with the smallest hint of a smile tugging the corner of his lip up. “Oh? Did he start crying too?” You gave your husband ‘a look’ while you walked to the table, setting the first dish down on the table before you turned to get another.

Your son giggled, “Like a baby!” Naoya chuckled, shaking his head as he took a sip of water.

He couldn’t help but think back to your younger days, specifically the day the two of you met when you told him off, the day you changed him, and finally the day you made him cry as you walked towards him down the aisle.

“I bet, Your mother has a habit of making men cry.” You sternly called his name from the kitchen as he snickered, your kids breaking out into their own fits of giggles.

You walked back into the dining room carrying in the last dish, shaking your head as you lightly bumped him with your hip as you passed him, him lightly patting your butt as you walked by. “Stop feeding my kids lies.”

He just smirked as he lifted his glass to his lips, he was in the middle of taking a sip when you bent down to place the dish on the table, your shirt dipping low to the point your chest was on show, giving your husband an, albeit welcome, unintentional view.

Choking on his drink, he set the cup down in favor of beating his chest with his fist, you coming over to rub his back, your children looking over in confusion cause...what the heck dad, that was weird.

“What happened? Do I need to get you a sippy cup?” Glaring at you he was finally able to stop coughing, you patting his back as you went back to your seat and sat down.

You raised an eyebrow at him, since he had still yet to tell you why he had suddenly choked on his water. But it was then you noticed just how red his face was, and how low his gaze was.

Looking down and realizing your shirt had drifted down, you fixed it and smirked, struggling to hold in the laughs and snorts that were sure to explode out of you.

Even after almost a decade of marriage, it was good to know you could still make your husband blush like a teenage boy.

Geto Suguru:

You and Geto had gone out on a date!

It was a nicer place, so you were wearing a cute spaghetti strapped dress with some nice shoes, and he was wearing a button down with slacks (sleeves rolled up to his forearms of course🥵).

You had just finished dinner and were now on the walk home.

All night you had been paranoid about your dress, you had gotten it when you and a friend had gone thrift shopping. It was honestly in pretty good condition, the only problem was that the dress’ straps had a good amount of wear on them, so the straps weren’t really that great, and you could feel them loosening as the night went on.

BUT, you were going home now, so it really didn’t matter much anymore.

Geto was lightly swinging your hands between you both as you told him the recent drama you had learned at work.

You were holding your uncomfortable shoes in one hand, and obviously Geto’s hand in the other, so your hands were occupied.

“You would not believe how messy that got. In case you ever think about cheating on me, just remember that man’s gonna be finding glitter in his car for at least a few decades.” Geto laughed as he shook his head, nudging your shoulder with his, “Good thing we don’t have to worry about that, I’m not dumb enough to cheat on my crazy girlfriend.” You made a ‘hmph’ sound and nodded, “Crazy for you~” and laughed when he shook his head.

You guys kept walking, discussing whatever topics came up.

You were almost home, so close to freedom. You called Geto’s name, about to tell him something you had remembered, when you both heard a faint *snap*.

Guided by the rush of cold air you felt hit your chest, you looked down and gasped, you would’ve been quicker to cover yourself except for the fact that both of your hands were occupied.

Working quickly because...you both were still in public, Geto let go of your hand and shrugged his jacket off, draping it around you and grabbing ahold of your hand when you were covered.

You apologized for flashing him and he shook his head, obviously it wasn’t your fault and it’s not like he was complaining.

Gojo Satoru:

Due to a particularly bad run in with a cursed spirit, your usual uniform was trashed, so you had to wear your backup uniform, which also ran small.

All day, you had been fighting with your skirt. It was too tight and too short, and was providing you with a substantial amount of stress.

It was lunch, you were half way through the school day, half a day away from going home and getting to wear your sweatpants.

“Oh Y/n~” Half a day from getting rid of the walking headache you called your co-worker.

Sighing, you stopped from where you were walking in the hallway, turning to face him you raised an eyebrow. “Yes Satoru?”

So, yes, you were ‘co-workers’ and yes, you were technically just friends.

But there was also a painful amount of mutual pining and tension that hung between you two.

“Hey, hey, what’s with the attitude? You’ve been like this all day, it’s gonna start hurting my feelings.” You grimaced as you once again adjusted your skirt, “Yeah, well, you’d be a little irritated if you had to keep fixing your skirt every 2 seconds.”

Gojo hummed, “I can imagine, so, care to join me for lunch?” You replied with a ‘sure’, and the two of you made your way to the teacher’s lounge, side by side.

You walked to the fridge and pulled out your lunch, Gojo not far behind you and you both did the necessary prep you needed for your food.

Gojo finished just barely before you, and was already sitting on one of the couches, happily digging into his food.

Once the microwave stopped you pulled your food out and started walking over to the couch.

You sat down, carefully, and began to eat your lunch.

Despite causing you mass amounts of pain and most likely a gray hair or 2, you thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Gojo, I mean, you were kinda in love with him.

“Ah, Satoru, Y/n, just the two I needed to see.” Gojo’s (likely inaccurate) account of his latest mission came to a pause when Principal Yaga walked in.

He had some information about a mission the 2 of you would be going on in 3 days. Apparently this one would be an undercover mission, and a few days.

During the conversation, Gojo (who tries to always have one of his six eyes on you at all times), had noticed your skirt riding up, and seeing as he liked you, the last thing he wanted was for you to embarrass yourself in front of you guys’s boss.

Keep in mind, it’s not like Gojo was having a great time either, you were sitting right in front of him, but it’s not like he could interrupt the principal and loudly announce you were about to expose yourself.

Thankfully, Kusakabe walked in at that moment, stealing just enough of his time for Gojo to catch your attention (like he didn’t already have it🙄) to mouth ‘Your skirt’ while he made a subtle tugging motion with his hand, going back to like nothing happened and stealing the attention of the men while you fixed your skirt.

That mission may or may not have preceded your first date with him.

Sukuna Ryomen:

You and Sukuna would be going on a date tonight, and you had spent the last half hour or so getting ready.

Your hair and make up was done, you had showered earlier, and all you had left to do was get dressed.

You had gotten dressed in your underwear when your mom had called.

You didn’t get to speak to you often and it had been awhile since you had talked, so you spent a good amount of time catching up and filling each other in on the things you had missed.

It had been about 15 minutes, you were sitting down at your vanity, pants on but still no shirt (hey man, a distraction is a distraction, let me have this i’m tired-).

You were so caught up in your phone call you hadn’t noticed that Sukuna had walked into your shared apartment.

He called out to you, but you didn’t answer. He would’ve been more worried than irritated if he didn’t hear you talking on what he presumed to be the phone.

If he knew you weren’t ready yet, he would’ve knocked, but seeing as you were on the phone, the last thing he expected when he opened your bedroom door was to see you half-naked sitting on your vanity stool like this kind of thing was normal.

“Sh*t. Warn a guy, will you? I’m not complaining but you near gave me a heart attack.” You screeched as you almost threw your phone, apologizing to your mom, you glared at Sukuna as he gave you a look that tip-toed between amusement and bewilderment.

“What, it’s not like I haven’t seen your-” You threw your pillow at him before he could finish his sentence, with your mom of all people listening to your conversation.

You two might have been married, but the last thing you needed was your mom pestering you about grandchildren again.

In case you’re wondering, he was laughing the whole time as you beat him with said pillow for saying those kind of things to your mother.