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DCMK: AN AFFAIR IN GRADE SCHOOL
Written for Coai Valentine's Love Fest 2024 event.
Title:Â An Affair in Grade School (Chapter 1) Pairing:Â Coai (Conan Edogawa x Ai Haibara) & Shinshi (Shinichi Kudo x Shiho Miyano) Rating:Â M (as precaution for now) Genre: Angst & Fluff, Film noir, Domestic Fluff, Angst & Humor Archive Warning:Â None
Summary:Â
Theyâre playing with fire â have been for a long time, reallyâŚ
"HaibaraâŚ"
"Kudo-kun..."
They should know better⌠Theyâre smart enough for thatâŚÂ Theyâve seen how those stories endâŚ
He grabs her hand without a sound, she interwines their fingers for some reason. He says nothing, neither does she⌠Their tired, tired eyes keep on staring at the kids happily running around in the distance.
"Youâre watching another Poirot, tonight?" he eventually asks her with feigned nonchalance.
They should know better, reallyâŚÂ They shouldâŚ
She gulps and inconspicuously lips her dry, dry lips again. With her eyes on the kids and her usual detached tone, she breathes, "Are you?"
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Tiny detective and little femme fatale. Both sleep-deprived, highly stressed and low-key stuck in the middle of a secret war that goes way beyond themâŚ
[ Late Coai Valentineâs Love Fest project â Physical touch ]
She saw him clinically dead. He nearly lost her for good. Hachijo-jimaâs events left a mark.
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â LOVE ENTRIES â an anthology | gojo satoru
a series of episodes of your life with the strongest sorcerer throughout the past and present
genre: canon compliant (2006-2018), mostly fluff, suggestive content, hurt/comfort
more: moodboard | extra scenarios đ | readerâs CT | ko-fi
p.s. got an idea for the next entry? drop it in my askbox!
ââ.*シ entry year : 2006â2009
entry # attraction â´ to think it started with your crush on his best friend...
entry # rivals... in love? â´ gojo is in shamblesâso suguru might have a crush on you too?
entry # say no! ŕł valentine's special â´ valentine's is around the corner and word has it that you're going on a date with geto...? no way! gojo is going to make sure that you're saying no! ever wonder how gojo finally gets you to become his? be prepared for a confession of a lifetime!
entry # stupid liar â´ no way. impossible. you couldn't possibly be jealous of gravure idol gojo likes so much now... or could you?
entry # unconcealable â´ your boyfriend may not show it, but the six eyes are his burden to bear. you know it firsthand when he falls into your arms for the first time
entry # love wins all (soon!) â´ haibara's death. geto's defection. nanami's leaving. when everything goes wrong in your third year, the last thing you would expect is your boyfriend breaking up with you. but to gojo, this is a moment of truthâand through this, you'll realize why he chooses to stay with you for good
â â âď¸ side stories
rivals... in love? â extended cut!
hot, hot summer!
ââ.*シ entry year : 2010â2017
entry # finally mine 18+ (soon!) â´ gojo says heâll make you droll when you have your first time together. you are determined to seduce him to turn the tables!
entry # stay with me (soon!) â´ comes the biggest conflict in your relationship when you realize that you might be pregnant. this event, for better or worse, will change the trajectory of your relationship forever
entry # wife her up (soon!) â´ it's a canon event that animals and babies aren't particularly fond of the strongest sorcerer⌠but you, youâre always going to be his no matter what
entry # insatiable 18+ â´ your boyfriend is hot and wild, and he has one problem: he always finds you too pretty to resist
entry # forever â´ the three times he asked you to marry him
entry # newlyweds 18+ â´ you and your new husband make out in the most inappropriate place possible
entry # kyoto: the onsen incident 18+ â´ it's your first trip as a married couple and you should be excitedâuntil a shameless woman makes a move on your husband!
entry # to my beloved â´ bad days don't mean the end of the world, and your husband is making sure you know that
entry # my wife, all mine ŕł valentine's special â´ years pass, but one thing that's constant is how annoyingly your husband is in love with you. with the new school year comes a fresh batch of first years, and gojo is determined to make you look at his wayâhe's way better than those youngsters, and he's going to show you just that!
entry # wedding anniversary 18+ â´ seven years of dating, two years of wedded bliss, and gojo is having his greatest existential crisis yet... all because this year, you apparently have forgotten the most important day of your lives
entry # daddy-to-be â´ in which you're worried about how he'd react to you carrying his baby
entry # sweet felicity â´ what do you get the man who already has everything for his birthday?
entry # protect â´ the word âprotectâ now means so much more to him
â â âď¸ side stories
05.56 P.M â how gojo gets arrested by the police
07.55 A.M â gojo cheated on you last night
12.34 A.M â blindfold play 18+
12.55 P.M â first ultrasound
04.18 A.M â six weeks pregnant with gojoâs baby
08.45 P.M â cockwarming 18+
11.07 P.M â what if you get a divorce?
03.12 A.M â ungodly hour cravings
07.30 P.M â gojo vs your pregnancy hormones
before the dawn â finding out about geto's ultimate betrayal hits you hard
08.25 P.M â at the end of this pregnancy journey, you fall in love with your husband once again
baby pics â photo album of baby satoru
â â extras đ pregnancy diaries â
ââ.*シ entry year : 2018âpresent
special entry # through megumiâs eyes (soon!) â´ megumiâs life ends and starts when the strongest sorcerer takes him in. see your love story through his eyes, his hidden feelings, and extended scenes of several love entries!
entry # baby â´ a domestic life with your husband and baby
entry # heaven's fury â´ sometimes you forget that your husband has burdens as the strongest sorcerer alive. when he goes back home from a bad day and you're the first person he comes contact to, you're made aware of it once again
entry # wife â´ in which the new batch of first years are unaware that their eccentric teacherâs wife is the pretty woman roaming the school grounds
entry # sick days â´ who holds the fort when you fall sick? of course, it's your lovesick husband and baby!
entry # mission: baby steps! â´ the three times gojo tried to make his baby love him (and how he miserably fails)
entry # the babysitters club â´ in which yuji, megumi and nobara are tasked with the most important mission ever by their teacherâwatching over his baby son!
entry # throughout heaven and earth â´ a sudden mission. a curse beyond your grade. all hell breaks loose when gojo realizes that there are hidden machinations behind the incident that befalls you
entry # baby to the rescue â´ in which gojo recruits your baby son to âsaveâ you from a credit card salesman
entry # beach day 18+ â´ in which the three of you (you, your husband and baby) spend the weekend on the beach!
entry # treasure â´ the strongest sorcerer meets his match in his petulant son, who inherits his six eyes and is having trouble with them
entry # curiosity 18+ â´ when gojo is found out by his own son during your nighttime activities
entry # all of me â´ you understand that some things in marriage just needs compromise. and he soon understands too, when you're at your most vulnerable and he fails to be by your side when you need him the most
â â âď¸ side stories
09.45 P.M â how scared he is to lose you
11.10 P.M â meeting the newborn for the first time
06.27 A.M â gojo with his baby in the morning
06.20 P.M â baby doesnât let gojo kiss you
11.52 A.M â gojo will show baby who is here first
10.00 A.M â gojo trying to get his baby say his first word
02.33 P.M â baby going to the aquarium for the first time
07.02 A.M â morning with you and his toddler son
08.12 A.M â why your son isnât in your wedding
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ŕ¨ŕ§ â .á him ân his stupid infinity!
Part 2 to him ân his stupid infinity!
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him and his stupid limitless, his stupidâinfinity!
it felt like a taunt, his whole limitless technique felt like a huge taunt in your face, it felt like it served as a constant reminder of why it was there.
not to protect himself from threats, but to protect himself from your presence!
of course, you know that itâs gojoâs technique and whatnot, you know itâs extremely beneficialâit holds a huge significance as to how heâs the strongest. he uses it whenever thereâs an active threat, and, as much as you hate to admit it, it is pretty damn cool to see how he can just stand there as if an active threat isnât right in his face.
however.
letâs be honest, thereâs always a however when it came to Gojo Satoru, right?
he certainly didnât have to feel a need to turn on his infinity around you! lookâjust what is he turning it on for? do you seem like an active threat or something? come on, he was literally double your size!
ugh. stupid gojo, right? it was so irking, especially when it was painfully clear that he never had it activated whenever he was with geto and shoko. you could tell. how? well, if geto slinging his arm around that bastardâs shoulders, while they were laughing about some stupid joke gojo said, was anything to go byâthen yes, he never had it activated around them. or the way shoko elbowed him softly whenever he laughed a little too loud? yep, his infinity was totally off then!
so, why does this bastard feel the need to have it activated around you? you were merely a first year, for crying out loud! listen, itâs not like it bothered you, you werenât even close. it just rubbed you wrong, how you were a student like him but had to maintain a FIVE feet distance whenever talking to him! five feet. how outrageous was that?
he was your upperclassman, of course you had to respect him, but, respectfully, he was rightfully annoying for that move! you felt excluded, he really has it turned off around all the studentsâeven kento and haibaraâexcept you?!
today was no different. of course, it wasnât.
your gaze drifted down to the wallet resting in your handsâit was stuffed with bills, it was no surprise that he was loadedâblinking down at it. did his wallet really fall out of his pockets or something? on school grounds? or did he drop it on purpose?
a hum left your lips as you walked to the training grounds, the vast garden-esque place in their school, a bit dismayed at the idea of returning something toâughâgojo. the idea of him suddenly turning on his infinity the second he saw you was humiliating.
just what about you was threatening?!
a sigh left your lips as you looked around, your narrowed eyes spotting the aforementioned boy alongside his two friends. it seemed like they were in the middle of a conversation, with geto letting out a small laugh and playfully landing a hit on Gojoâs shoulder. oh? his infinity is off.
maybe today would be different.
with a newfound confidence, you walked towards them, slow, deliberate steps as you prepared yourself to not be disappointed. gathering the courage to speak, taking a deep breath before calling out. maybe heâll be super super super thankful to you and wonât turn on his infinity this time? yeah, heâll be thankful.
âgojo-senpai. yourââ two steps. you didnât even get to take two steps in his direction, before you were forced to stop by some invisible force, leavingâŚexactly five feet between you and him.
nevermind. ungrateful bastard!
the corners of your previously pursed lips dropped to a scowl, fingers tightening around the leather wallet in your hands, resisting the urge to just throw it at himâwho were you kidding, it wouldnât hit him anyways!
ââyour wallet.â you completed, trying your hardest to not glare at him, it would be disrespectful to your upperclassman, but isnât what heâs doing right now immensely disrespectful?
âohâwhoops! did i really?â a sheepish expressionâmore so playfulârested on his features as he raised a hand, rubbing the back of his neck. âhehe! Iâm so forgetful, yknow!â his tongue poked out of the side of his lips, embodying the perfect definition of the silly teenager that satoru was.
gahâwhy were you glaring at him like that?! what did he do?! do you not like a silly man like him? hmph. the way you were looking at him was unnerving. he decided you definitely look prettier with a smile on your pretty face. but hey, this scowl wasnât ugly either! it was cute! he was a man of many preferences. nevermind how his heart instantly picked up its pace when you stepped towards him, he was probably just a bit frazzled after training.
ârightâŚâ you trailed off, irked at how casually he was speaking as if he didnât just rudely interrupt your path of walking, âiâll give it to geto-senpai so he could give it to you thenâŚâ
this guy! why was he acting like he didnât just embarrass you by activating his infinity like that? especially infront of your two cool upperclassmen; shoko and suguru!
no, he was not in the cool upperclassmen criteria.
âhuh? give it toâŚsuguru?â a small confused mumble left satoruâs lips as he parroted your words, blinking for a few seconds in order to register your words. he snapped his head to you, his eyes rounding with confusion behind his round sunglasses, âwhy give it to him?! thatâs my wallet!â
he thinks he heard a snicker from his best friend. whatâs so funny?
it wasnât the notion of his best friend receiving his wallet, it wasnât as if he minded suguru having his walletâthere was more money where that came from anywaysâbut it was the concept that you were so revolted by him that you would not even step forward to give it to him!
what was so threatening about him?
what is so threatening about me.
you huffed, narrowed eyes focusing on the whining man child infront of you, holding back the urge to just open his wallet and tear apart all the money in it, âwell, since you obviously treasure your space soooo much when Iâm around, Iâm respecting you!â you crossed your arms, notice going short of how the two students beside him chuckled, exchanging mischievous looks with one another.
meanwhile, satoru was panicking.
heh? what did you even mean? he never said any of that! you were so just making up stuff! why wouldnât he want his cute lowerclassman to give him his wallet?!
âhuuuh, who said that?â a look of pure comedic disbelief struck satoruâs features, âi never said any of that!â a small pout tugged down the corners of his lips, obviously as a way to make himself seem as innocent and harmless as possible.
this idiot was so not innocent! he knew what he was doing!
just as you were about to spout a few more things his way, you got interrupted by the sound of suguru stepping towards you, a gentleâah, how handsome he wasâsmile forming on his features as he extended his hand out to you, âdonât worry about him. i can take the wallet, if you want.â
this was how an upperclassman was supposed to act! not like thatâŚjerk!
a bashful expression formed on your features the second his gentle smile was directed at you, handing him the wallet with both hands, âhere you go, geto-senpai! thank you!â your tone switched into a softer tone, tilting your head as a small smile tugged up the corners of your lips.
no, you werenât in love with suguru or crushing on him, but who wouldnât be bashful in the face of such a gentleman like him?
in the background, a sound of disbelief was heard from satoru as he watched the interaction go down, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide as he watched how your demeanor switched around suguruâhis best friend!
why did you not treat him like that? suguru was the scary big man here! not him!
as he watched the interaction end, with a small wave from you directed at suguru, then looking back and sharing the same wave to shokoâwho waved back with a lazy smile on her lipsâthenâŚyour gaze drifted back to satoru.
and just as his heart lurched, hand raising to reciprocate your, hopefully eager, waveâŚ
you dropped your hand the second you looked at him him, the scowl on your face returningâ
and, was that a huff he heard from you?! gahh, you hated him!
and he didnât even know why!
a pout formed on his lips as he watched you retreat, ignoring how he heard his friends snicker behind him, talking and whispering about something. probably the interaction between suguru and you.
hmph! he didnât want to hear of it!
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
âdo you think her presence activates his infinity?waitâdo you think itâs because heâs flustered?â suguru questioned, raising an eyebrow as he watched how satoru walked away with slumped shoulders, a raining cloud hanging over his head with how visibly down he was.
âthink? no, i know. itâs obvious. whenever she so much as approaches him or even looks his way, it activates. his body probably considers her a threat from how fast his heart beats when sheâs nearby.â a whisper left shokoâs lips as she ushered Suguru closer, hand cupping over her mouth as if to protect the secret from any unwanted listeners.
even though the garden was empty, with the exception of her and suguruâwho knows where satoru went off to mope.
âheâs probably not aware his infinity turns on when sheâs nearby, heh.â a giggle left her lips, a mischievous look swimming in her pretty eyes.
âwanna bet on it?â
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Random things about JJK characters
cast áŻâŚ: gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, haibara, utahime. BOLD = favs
GOJO SATORU
1. Will interrupt you with the loudest âWHAT?â if he couldnât hear the start of whatever you were saying.
2. Chokes on food and drink too many times to count
3. Has a violent pollen and dust allergy but still loves flowers and is the first to go headfirst into old dusty places (twin)
4. His jokes almost always fail⌠horribly
5. Sun burns easily
6. Doesnât know how sit like a normal human being and hates sitting still for too long; just asks to go to the bathroom to get a lil stroll in
7. Addicted to sweet stuff
8. Gets everyone sick when heâs sick, but always denies it
9. Hates silence, heâs mr yapper #1 - (haibara is #2)
10. Whenever he gets a crush or a slight interest in anyone, itâs everyoneâs problem and everyone has to hear about it
11. Violently extroverted and the biggest hypocrite you have ever met
GETO SUGURU
1. Tackles people as a form of bonding and he loves poking people bc he knows it hurts
2. Laughs a little too hard at jokes Gojo makes which were not funny at all so he doesnât feel bad
3. Smacks his hair into peoples faces whenever he goes to redo his bun
4. Thinks different hair textures and types are so cool
5. Owns an electric guitar (rockstar getođĽ´)
6. Defo wants to own a motorcycle or alr has one
7. Obsessed with horror movies that itâs almost borderline worrying
8. Loves breakfast foods
9. Can sleep anywhere, no matter the surface or what going on around him
10. Gives the stankest side eye whenever someone comments on his bangs
11. Has a very good spice tolerance ~ puts hot sauce on everything
SHOKO IEIRI
1. Notorious for eye-rolling
2. Loves medical shows and cackles whenever someone (namely gojo) gets disgusted by the portrayal of organs
3. Hates cooking
4. Complains about having a dry throat worried she mightâve contracted a cold while smoking right infront you
5. Canât nap unless sheâs extremely tired, like she canât nap until her body is borderline shutting down (same)
6. Always says sheâs going to stop smoking, stop eating junk food, stop having energy drinks, stop ordering out - but never sticks to it
7. Trips over stuff constantly and stubbed her toe alot
8. Has a obsession with minture stuff
9. If she wears makeup, she always removes it off her mole and quite likes even tho she was told to remove it when she got older (she never did <3)
10. Yells at the TV whenever something sheâs watching annoys her
11. Giggles at the nude medical diagrams in textbooks
NANAMI KENTO
1. Absolutely loves the smell of books
2. Has prescribed glasses for reading and writing but doesnât wear them unless heâs by himself
3. Knows cool random facts
4. Hates when people touch his face
5. Doesnât particularly like hugs unless itâs from someone he likes
6. Loves cats
7. Very peculiar about shoes
8. Enjoys poetry and horror mangas (exchanges mangas with suguru)
9. Very talented at drawing, haibara always asks him for help to draw little stuff on cards or to show him how draw small things on his book in class when itâs boring
10. Absolutely hates liars. When people drag on jokes with lies for a little longer than needed; he hates that too
11. Hums sometimes and gets v embarrassed when heâs caught + he tells no one his music taste, haibara probs noticed it tho
HAIBARA YU
1. Very passionate about Spider-Man (me too bro) - loves Miles
2. Cuddles with a stuffy or pillow whenever sleeping/napping
3. Hates long car rides because he feels cramped
4. Day dreams with his eyes wideee open
5. Whenever he wears socks on wooden floors heâll slip atleast once
6. His eyebrows furrow whenever heâs thinking
7. Heâs such a bad liar, itâs acc so funny bc he canât contain smirking
8. Accidentally wears mismatched socks and some teachers sanctioned him for it
9. Quotes well known saying wrong
10. Always is dropping his pens trying to spin them in his fingers like nanami can, but canât rlly get the hang of it
11. Loves juice, his favourite is mango and apple juice. He doesnât really care for orange juice.
UTAHIME IORI
1. Plays with the ends of her hair a lot of the time
2. Always cold
3. The worst person to send notes to because she makes it so obvious
4. Has beautiful handwriting
5. Is very bad at understanding sarcasm and also gets very mad when sarcasm is used to point out a stupid question
6. Scared of dogs IRL but loves watching cute dog videos
7. Violently dances to girly songs
8. Loves hugging her girl friends for a long time, find it awkward to hug guy friends in general but doesnât mind it
9. Jumps up and down and air punches when describing a situation which annoyed her. (realll)
10. Dress to Impress fiend alongside Gojo and Haibara, (Suguru helps Gojo, and Nanami helps Haibara ~ however they both dont like the game but have good opinions)
11. Is the type to get irrationally mad at that one friend who purposely gets them mad (Gojo)
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Your their passenger princess
Synopsis: just head canons about being their passenger princess:)
Genre: fluff
T/w: mentions of shoko smoking, bad driving lol, possibly oc geto? And misspellings
Nanami, gojo, geto, shoko, megumi, yuji & nobara (separately) X reader
Nanami
-he always has his free hand on your thigh or holding your hand. His thumb brushes over your thigh/thumb gently but if it annoys you he stops.
-steals glances at you while at red lights, giving you a soft smile as the light turns green
-he cant help but laugh if you guys miss an exit because you thought it was a bit further down.
-he doesnât mind listening to what you pick, heâs kinda the type to listen to a podcast while driving tho. Or an audiobook.
-when you type in the location in his maps you see his favorite places saved. Your favorite stores & restaurants are saved, along with his favorite bakery ofc.
-heâs a very safe driver but you canât tell me his not putting across you if the car has to come to a abrupt stop.
-he has beach scented air fresheners in his car.
-has a photo of you at the beach holding up a seashell, clipped to a photo of Haibara in his visor.
-keeps mints/ gum in his car at all times along with a lint roller (heâs a cat dad)
Gojo
-his free hand is always on your thigh
-asks you to feed him while heâs driving, he accidentally bit your finger before and offered to kiss it to make it feel better.
-heâs a safe driver for the most part but he has his moments. Heâs like a 100% positive there was never a stop sign there.
-he misses his exits a lot. Like a lot, a lot.
-his car smells like his cologne.
-has an extra pair of his iconic glasses on his visor along with a photo of you and Megumi sitting at his favorite ice cream spot.
-likes driving to beautiful nature areas with you after making a snack run.
-needs music on at all times, he requests song but then just ends up making a bunch of playlist for you guys. But donât worry you are still his DJ.
-always has a hoodie or jacket in his backseat that you probably end up stealing.
Geto
-always holds your hand while driving, he also brings your hand up to his lips and places a soft kiss.
-his car smells like black cherry and his windows are tinted.
-a decent driver but does speed, not always while your in the car tho. Unless you like that kinda thing;)
-has a necklace of yours around his rear view mirror that you gave him
-loves doing those cute fast food date ideas where you pick the appetizer, he picks the main meal and you pick the dessert.
-likes to make out with you at red lights until it turns green and gets honked at.
-while he lets you pick the music you find a playlist with your name as the title its songs that remind him of you. He has another one of music youâve played before.
-has a case of water on the floor in the backseat along with a blanket.
Yuji
-he most likely keeps his hands on the wheel or tweaking with something as he drives but likes holding your hand while driving. Sometimes puts his hand on your thigh.
-always has your favorite candy or gum in his glove compartment.
-requests like two different songs at once but tells you which order to play them in. âThey just pair together wellâ he laughs as you type all that in.
-like Gojo always has a hoodie in his backseat along with a pair of sneakers and a water bottle he forgets about.
-also has random papers in the backseat that he keeps forgetting to look at
-heâs also a decent driver, but when your in the car heâs more aware. Not that heâs less likely to be careful but the last thing he wants his to hurt you or someone else.
-has a group photo of you, him, Nobara and Megumi in his visor.
-his car keys have a matching keychain that he shares with you.
Megumi
-itâs a small gesture but he loves holding your hand while heâs driving. Gives it a gentle little squeeze from time to time along with a kiss on the back of your hand.
-has LED lights at the bottom of the car that he keeps red for most of the time but lets you change the color.
-before dating you he didnât really use air fresheners but he found one that reminded him of your perfume/cologne.
-gives you full control of the music
-relies on your directions more than the map because up he always misses the exit.
-there is a little dog hair in his backseat that he tries his best to get out lol, he didnât keep a hoodie or blanket back there until he started dating you.
-has a car charm with your first initial around his rear view mirror.
-doesnât mind if you eat from his food as he drives, he will give you his last fry, or chicken nuggets.
Nobara
-holds your hand while driving but doesnât mind if you put your hand on her thigh.
-loves driving around listening to music with you if you donât have a set destination. If you have a set destination (and she hasnât been there before) she needs the music on low to focus.
-you guys have a playlist you add songs together
-has one of those mini trash cans thatâs hooked to the backseat
-also has leather seat covers that matches her steering wheel
-going shopping with you and then getting a sweet treat after is her favorite thing to do on her day off, sheâll spoil you and herself until her backseat is full of shopping bags.
-sheâs a good driver, no accidents and no tickets. But that curb is her enemy.
-her glove compartment has an extra hairbrush and lip gloss. She keeps things you use on the go too.
-keeps two hoodies in her backseat if you both get cold
Shoko
-she prefers having her hand on your thigh when she drives if she isnât smoking
- likes to tease you by rubbing her hand up your thigh and gives it a little squeeze. She chuckles with a small smile at the effect that it has on you.
-has hair ties around her shifter and in the middle compartment she keeps a pack of cigarettes
-her car smells like caramel with a hint of nicotine
-she also wont smoke in the car if it bothers you or as a matter of fact around you in general
-sheâs a very good driver but has parking tickets
-got you a head rest pillow in your favorite color to put on your seat
-also keeps a blanket thatâs your favorite color in her backseat along with a bag hook if hanging on the pack of your seat A/N: hello cuties:3 itâs been a minute. This took me two weeks to write lolll, Iâm in a bit of a rut & lacking motivation. More stuff is on the way tho đđ¸
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đđđžđ đđđđđđđđźđ â As a broke college student, itâs not wrong to want a rich husband! That doesnât mean youâre a gold digger, or will stoop so low you will ruin your worth, it just means you want a man who will take care of you, and guess what? You found him.
note: this will be a 3 part series! First one Iâve ever made and may be my last! So please not too much on these writings! Luv you!
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Content Warnings: Language..? Nothing other than that!
Nanami stared at his reflection.
âNanami, get it together. Itâs just a date, youâve done them plenty of times.â
Nanami repeated that to himself and each time he got more nervous. His hands were now sticky with sweat, and his stomach began to hurt from the nerves. Nanami has never been this nervous, not even for business meetings that can determine his companies status or funds.
Nanamiâs phone chimed a little song as his alarm went off. It was 5:15 and he needed to leave for his date.
He went to his sink and washed the sweat from his hands. He grabbed his car keys and headed to his garage.
Once he got in his car and started driving, he didnât want to do this date anymore. What if you found him ugly? I mean the photos he chose werenât the best, but what if you were expecting younger, or handsomer?!
He pulled into Hermèsâ parking lot, and he went to park in a spot as close to the restaurant in case of a quick exit he may have to make.
He sat in his car as the clock ticked. It was only 5:25, and his reservation wouldnât be ready for another five minutes. He took a deep breath, and made his way into the luxurious restaurant. He signed in, and the Server brought him to his table. Nanami thanked him as the server said he would be right back and Nanami nodded. Just as he sat down his phone chimed and he picked it up.
He saw a message from Haibara.
H: âHey dude, just wanted to wish you luck. Remember, donât think too much and act like you. Itâs not as complicated as you think! Alright, I gotta go, tell me all about the date after it, or tomorrow!
N: Thank you, I really appreciate it Haibara. I will tell you all about it tomorrow!
Nanami smiled, Haibara was too good for him. His phone chimed again and a message from you appeared on his screen.
Y: âHey Kento! I might be running late, I missed my bus, so it might take me a few minutes! (Hopefully itâs not a deal breakerđ
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Nanami laughed to himself while also internally punching himself. Why didnât he offer you a ride!? Oh heâs such an idiot! While Nanami cursed himself for mistakes he didnât even make, the waiter looked at him in slight discomfort.
âSir?â Nanami jerked his head towards the young man, startled by his sudden appearance.
âIâm sorry, did you say something?â Nanami kindly apologized.
âOh, itâs not problem, at all! I was just wondering if you were waiting for someone, if not, are you ready to order drinks?â The young man so kindly asked the clueless Nanami the 4th time about what his plans were at the restaurant.
âYes, I am waiting for someone, you can come back in five minutes, sorry for the troubles.â Nanami felt like an absolute clown. He is recognizable. He bets the waiter felt bad for him, thinking he was stood up, so he lingered to keep him company.
âAlright, I will be back shortly!â The young gentleman walked away, and Nanami checked his phone to see another message from you.
Y:âHi! Iâm at the front, the woman wonât let me in unless the person who made the reservation comes and gets me..â
Nanami sighed, places like these makes him hate reservations. He walks towards the front, and he couldnât help but fucking forget how to breathe.
He saw you standing in a deep green dress. It was so flattering on your body, Nanami had to bite his lip to hold back the groan he wanted to let out.
âHello, I am Kento Nanami. This is my date, please let her in.â Nanamiâs stern voice irritatingly informed the woman. She looked up at Nanami with slight fear, she was different from the other guy who let him in, so she must be new.
You awkwardly smiled at the woman and walked towards Nanami. Nanami stepped to the side to let you walk past, and he eyed the woman up and down.
Nanami followed you and soon lead you to the table, and he pulled out your seat to help you sit down. He cringed at himself for acting so out of character for you. He never once felt or done this for a date, and so this all feels so forced.
âThank you.â Your soft, sweet, voice quietly giggled and thanked him as you scooted your chair in with the help of Nanami.
âNo problem.â He grunted. The awkward tension between you two was thick, but praise to god above, the waiter came over to the table.
âGlad to see your date arrived Mr. Nanami.â The waiter smirked towards Nanami, Nanami not finding it very funny. You looked in between them both, it just have been an inside joke.
âCan I get you both started with drinks?â
You looked at Nanami, insinuating him to order first.
âUm, Whatâs your finest wine?â
âThat would be the RomanĂŠe-Conti, sir.â
âThen I will have that.â Nanami cleared his throat. You smirked, and looked at the waiter.
âA water would be fine, thank you.â The waiter nodded.
âI will be right back with your drinks.â Nanami and you both nodded back.
âSo you donât drink wine?â
âIâm 20.â You smiled at him.
Nanami felt a spring burst in his ear. You were 20, how could he forget!
âIâm sorry, I knew that, I do not know whatâs come over me!" He scoffed at himself.
"Oh, no worries at all!" You awkwardly laughed. You hoped he wasn't too upset for forgetting your age..
"I tried a few types of wine before when I went to Europe with my family a while ago, I didn't really like any of them." You smiled, hopefully that helped ease his nerves.
Nanami chuckled, trying to erase the embarrassment he felt for acting so childish. No one would be offended if someone forgets their age..! "Am I a fucking child?! Who would get mad if I forget their age!" Nanami thought to himself.
"Wine is not for everyone. Took me a while to find my niche." Nanami smiled, making eye contact. You looked down when you caught his eyes, and tried to hide the smile that was creeping on your face.
Nanami knew that look, and felt his heart warm. "So, tell me, Y/n," he cleared his throat. "What are you majoring in?"
You looked back up, surprised at his question. "Uh, I'm majoring in business!" You smirked, seeing a sparkle appear in his eyes. You knew he loved to talk about business, hence everything in his profile was about business.
"interesting. Are you planning on starting one?"
"yes! I mean, I'm not sure what I want to do with any businesses I might create, but they're somewhere on the line of some sort of marketing." Nanami couldn't find you any more perfect. Not only are you beautiful and smart, you both share the same interests!
"Wow, I mean, if you need any help starting a business, you can always ask me. I've helped over 300 people start a business and 98% of them were successful." Your heart beated at the thought of having your own business and maybe a partner to help you through it all.
"really? I couldn't ask you to do that."
"I would love to, my favorite thing is to help others succeed. That's the whole point of my company."
You softly smiled, honestly completely out of words.
"Just let me know. But, let's put that aside, I'm curious, why were you truly on Richify?"
You laughed, you knew he would ask, I mean it was a very valid question.
"I could ask the same for you, but to tell you the truth, I want a rich husband." You were utterly amazed by how honest you were being. You barely know Kento and here you are telling him your selfish desires.
He lifted both of his eyebrows in shock, but had a playful smirk dancing on his face.
"Oh, is that so?"
"I don't like dating around. For the few guys I've been with, after maybe the second date, they just weren't the one so I limited who I met with and who I talked to." You scratched your head, hoping he agreed.
Nanami thought about his words carefully.
"Exactly that. I don't get how people can just hop from person to person, I can't stand the thought of it." Nanami chuckled, you chuckling with him.
"yeah, but you seem like someone worth my time." This time those words actually came out of your mouth on their own. You slapped your hand over your mouth. Nanami chuckled, amused by your slight embarrassment.
"is that so?" Nanami puting more emphasis on 'that'.
"I don't know why I said that.." you shyly giggle. He only eyed you down, making you more nervous.
"don't worry, I think you're worth my time also." Nanami winked, you smiled, and started to ease up. The waiter came back with the wine and water.
"Here you..go." he carefully set the wine glasses down, alongside a pitcher of water and a bottle of wine.
"would you like me to pour you your wine, or would you prefer to have the bottle?"
"I'll take the bottle, thank you."
"alright, are you both ready to order?"
You and Nanami gave him your respective orders, and the rest of the night went really well!
As the night went on, you found out truly why nanami was on that app and what his true desires were. The desires of wanting his own family, a family that didn't worry about money, a family that loved each other. You couldn't help but think about how a man with such power and influence would want such a normal life. But, you also smiled thinking about how much you both wanted the same thing.
You both also talked about how it was for a girl so young to not find any guys, and a guy so old to not find any girls and how funny it was that you both met.
You both also started to talk about things more deeper, more personal. You both talked about the failed relationships and the dates you went on, what your likes and dislikes were, turn ons and turn offs, what you both found weird or normal, or even your favorite type of animal. Everything either of you said did nothing more than to help the person you were sitting across fall more deeply in love with you.
Nanami admired every single aspect of you. He adored how wide your smile would get just from his jokes and stories alone, how beautiful your hands were, which were littered with rings, as they smoothed down your dress, he admired how clean and beautiful you looked, no matter how much you covered your face with your hands, he found you beautiful. No matter how much you nervously hugged your body, he found you even more beautiful. You were simply too beautiful for him to handle.
And ever since that night, dinners turned into breakfast, and breakfasts turned into brunches, and brunchs turned into amusement parks, and amusement parks turned into sleep overs, and sleep overs turned into moving in.
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"Nanami," you sighed as he pulled you softly onto his lap, legs spreading as he held your hips tightly. "You know I couldn't do that to you, my apartment is fine!"
He looked up at you, eyes soft as a knowingly smile danced on his face. He's asked you quite a few times to just move in with him, you've always been hesitant to the idea, not sure if that's what your ready for. You've never moved in with a boyfriend, let alone someone like Nanami.
"I know baby, but it would be so beneficial for us both. I mean, we can carpool to work since you took that internship at my job, we don't have to worry about meeting up when we are always together, I mean, hell, you wouldn't have to worry about rent." He softly said, as you continued to have your worries.
His house was so empty without you there all the time. I mean, he barely has anything in that mansion, and whenever you come over, you always shiver from how cold it was, except when you get to snuggle under the warm pink blankets you brought to his house to give it a little color instead of the plain white, black, and gray color scheme.
"Yeah, but that's a big step. I mean I have a lot of stuff and 2 pets!" You looked into his eyes as you emphasized your point.
"I love Milo and Princess." He simply said.
"I have a lot of clothes" He smirked as I said that as if that was a laughable point.
"I have a few walk in closets"
"I mean, God knows if my landlord will let me move out, I don't really know the terms and conditions of my lease."
"we'll figure it out." His voice never wavered nor changed in tone as he softly reassured you.
You didn't have any other points than that, I mean, what if it doesn't... You know..
"Wait, but what if-"
"Y/n please, I'm not trying to pressure you, but I think you moving in would be for the best. It gets so lonely when I don't have you next to me every waking moment. I need you here with me, I need you to help fill this empty house with things you love, we love." Nanami chuckled thinking about how the house would be a completely new home with your charm added to it. It would have a warmer and homier feel to it.
His hands began to softly rub up your sides and to your back. His would softly glide over your skin, making you melt into his touch. You nodded and relaxed as his words of how much he wanted, no needed you here made you feel. You did want to live with him. You wanted to wake up and breathe his fresh smell, listen to his deep soothing voice hum any song, and feel him everywhere you go.
You wanted to say 'Yes nanami! I will move in with you!' but an underlying feeling of doubt still clouded your mind. You had to say something.
"Nanami, I want to live with you, I really do! But.." his hands stopped moving, and slowly settled back onto my hips.
"But? Is something wrong?" His face now wasn't as soft and playful, now more tense and worried.
"No, but.." I sighed, trying to look away from him. He softly grabbed my chin with his hand making me face him again, eyes staring up directly into yours.
"Tell me, I promise you, no problem can't be fixed."
"I'm sorry, I really didn't want to think this way, but.. What if we, you know, break up? I mean I can't afford to move out, and my family lives far and that would really su-"
"y/n." He stopped me before my head started spiraling. He knew how you thought. He knew how much you overthink simple things, and don't always see things positively.
He took a deep breath, unsure as to why you were thinking you both might separate.. were you..
Unhappy?
"Please tell me you aren't unhappy in our relationship." Nanami's eyes left your as he was now just searching your face for a confirmation.
"no! No of course not, I'm very happy, why would you think that?" Now it was your turn to grab his chin and make him face you.
"well, I mean, you're having doubts about us taking our relationship to the next level, and your scaring me with the thought you don't see us ending up in a happy successful relationship." His voice was so raw, so clear, he was genuinely nervous about how you truly felt.
You felt extremely terrible for even thinking so negatively. You knew your boyfriend hated when you thought negatively, always taking those thoughts as something you're actually feeling. And in this case, he was assuming you weren't happy in your relationship.
Nanami's eyebrows were extremely furrowed as he tried to process and read your facial expressions again for now, a sign of any lies in what you said.
Your face softened as you placed both of your hands on the sides of his face. Your thumbs came to his brows as you softly stroked them to help them go back to his they were as you spoke to him.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I promise I didn't mean to insinuate that. It's just, I've never moved in with a boyfriend of mine, and I usually like to prepare for the worst." Your voice was quiet as you felt his eyebrows' tension slowly release and his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. Nanami laid his cheek on your chest, and let out a huge breath in relief.
"Just.." nanami chuckled. "Just let me know what you decide on. I'm not going anywhere, so take as much time as you need." You smiled, and stroked his hair. You just hummed in response, and you both continued to peacefully dwell in each other's arms.
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pleasantries
CONTENT WARNINGS. anxiety + references of cheating + power play
NOTE. yay! updated this one and more to come? seriously i don't know how to continue this.
SYNOPSIS.
chapters one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven
you hate overtime. you finally understand what nanami meant when he said it to you one time while he visited you to look after the twins. you remember it was a cold night and he's hanging his coat in a spare chair of your house while the twins were still crawling. their little bodies wrapped around your legs, afraid that you'll leave them but you won't. they're just that clingy and needy to you, their mother. you appreciate nanami when he took the time to look after the twins like they were his own but you thrown that thought away. you made clear that as much as you appreciate nanami when he helps you of raising the twins, it is not his responsibility. it is yours and nanami respected that which you are grateful for.
late nights at this office made you miss the twins and haibara and nanami. you began to wonder what they're doing right now. the twins were surely sleeping after being tucked by their uncle haibara and nanami, you were not so sure. he could just be out and doing his stuff. the unfinished paperworks was sure you were not getting home anytime soon but certain circumstances may push you to finish this tasking paperworks.
your eyes glazed at the screen in front of you. not even the blue light saved you from getting your eyes strained and the impending headache is already building up throughout your skull. a soft hiss leaving your mouth as you blink your eyes and taking your eyes off the screen. you need to take a break, away from this.
âtake a break, will you?â a voice popped beside you. playful and concerned the tone is but it almost made your heart crash and your body freeze. a shaky breath escaping your lips. from your reaction it was like a serial killer hunting you had found you and got you cornered with no means of escape. a thousand anamnesis briefly flashed through every corners of your brain. the long buried came surfacing and it took was just his and presence of your former bully now ceo of the company where you work at.
you firmly planted your feet on the floor before using it as a leverage to push the chair you sit to gain a not-so-rude distance to your boss. placing your hands in your lap before clenching it to fist to calm yourself and to stop the small tremors of your hands. might as well to stop your legs from bouncing. âi-i was about to. i'm c-close to finishing.â you stammer. wincing at the way you spoke internally and trying not to cringe.
the dimness of the office floor and the sudden drop of temperature didn't do anything to ease your nervousness and realizing that you were the only one left except with him. the dark glasses he wore did nothing to conceal the color of his eyes and it was lighter with the dimness surrounding both of you. it only brought you bad memories and you don't want to lose composure because of it. âyou didn't change. you were always the diligent one. keep doing that and you will might be my favorite employee.â he scoffs at what he said. clearing his throat. âscratch that, you are my favorite.â grabbing a nearby chair for him to sit down and the chair seems to be smaller than it was from the his huge stature made it. he sat and faces you. your knees almost bumping but you recoiled at the closeness.
it didn't escape gojo's gaze at the action. a pang of a pain that he didn't recognize blooms in his heart and he didn't like it. he was sure the building would be empty minus the staffs who maintains the cleanliness in their designated spot. he was wrong. when he stops at your floor to check up on you or think of whatever gift he can leave at your desk, he found you. working tirelessly at whatever work you need to do. thus, a chance was presented to him. it's a chance to get you closer and crack the tough exterior you have. he was redeeming himself to you. however it was difficult seeing how you defend yourself from him. afraid that he'll harm you again but it was past like that. he wasn't his past self and so are you.
âare you not going home?â you ask him. he gave you a quick shake of his head. âi'm not until you're finished.â he reasons. part of it true and a lie. there's no rush to go home when all that awaits for him is the coldness of his penthouse. spacious and designed for his taste. it's devoid of warmth and sayuri wasn't too fond of it and he wasn't with his fiancee. sayuri's spoiled and even with the few hints of her being there, it bothers him. what he needs is someone. someone who can share a home with him and the answer's in front of him.
there's no use arguing to him. he's your boss and you can't say that his presence is unneeded and you did what's best. ignoring him like he didn't exist but it's impossible that he's dead staring at you. watching your every move. waiting for you to fumble and that brings the unnecessary anxiety you have been feeling lately.
since when's the last time he had the chance to look at you like this, gaze at you like you hung the moon and stars and even more than three years had passed since he last saw you, there isn't a bit that you had changed except maybe for the weight that you gained more and the look in your eyes. despite the uncertainty with how things have been for you since you stepped in his company and meeting them two, there's a look of fierceness in them like you're protecting someone and needing the strength to protect them and it's the look he have seen from his mother. a thousand times she did when he needs her. shielding from his father's demanding orders about him being his protege, his heir. the days would come back haunt him if his father had seen as his son. his blood and nothing else but a child of his own.
it's a memory he didn't want to think of, now he took over of his family's legacy. he should be focusing on what's present in front of him and he gladly drowns in your presence. looking at you and memorizing every inch of your features. still in his position he can see that natural eyelashes of yours, the roundness of your eyes and when they look at him, he gets a little weak. gojo would like to brush his nose against to yours. feel the roundness of your cheeks like he did when you slept in a little the morning after he and suguru had ravaged you. takes a glance at your sleeping figure and he didn't realize that he was already admiring you and he would like to kiss you once again. the softness of your lips in his while he takes you fully. it will come a long way before he can do that again. forgiveness isn't a easy thing to do and he regrets it a little bit of how he treated you.
enthralled by the menial tasks you were doing, the beep of the monitor shutting down brought him back. you were packing up and sorting the folders and putting them by the small rack of your desk for tomorrow's use. you didn't wait for him after you've slotted your chair below the space of your desk. walking towards the elevators and he follows suit. pressing the button for ground floor. there's only a ding and then the casual whir of the elevator. none of you dared to break the silence despite gojo's chatty nature. not wanting to make you uncomfortable furthermore and he only looks at the reflection of you both in the elevator doors.
ding!
the elevator stopped before opening its doors. you both stepped out and made way through the exit of the building. the cold night air hits you both. nipping the skin that is left uncovered. the young ceo glanced at his watch before looking at you. âshall i escort you home?â you were quick to dismiss his offer. âno, thank you. i can take myself home.â you say before leaving him in front of the glass doors of his building. you take a pause to your steps. contemplating and you hope you're not going to regret what you're about to say. âthank you for staying with me until i got my work done but please don't make it a habit. i don't want trouble.â you told him. âhave a good night.â you slightly bowed as a sign of respect to him, not as a person but as an employee.
you didn't gave him room to reply and you were off. down to the direction of the nearest train station. his car already in front of him before the valet stepped out to give him his keys and before he took off. his blue eyes shimmer behind his dark glasses until he can see no longer of your retreating figure.
the chains make a clanging sound. resonating in the empty room and there's a sharp rattle of the chains mixed with the sound it was making as the sandbag was swung in different directions. it rounded into a circular motion until it was back again to the cause of the movement. steely purple eyes fixated on the poor equipment and anticipating the movement of it coming back to him, his fist collided with it again. followed by more and with a harsh punch, the sandbag broke the chain where it was attached. toppling on the corner with a thud and that was the cue for him to stop. the equipment no longer useful to him.
geto swiped a sweat in his forehead. finding the end of the strip of the cloth wrapped around his hands before pulling it and dumping it to the trash bin. he take a bottled water for him to drink and plopped down the couch. before his lips can taste the water, his phone rang. the caller id flashing in the screen of his phone and geto sighs before swiping to answer the call.
âany progress?â he say without greetings. anticipating the answer on the other end and he hears a shuffle before it was answered. âbarely. she's avoiding me. i managed to stay with her after i found out she was staying late.â he can hear the frustrated tone of his friend. âshe told me i shouldn't do it. she don't want to be in trouble.â gojo huffs. annoyed how the night ended but at least you talked to him even it was brief. âyou are trouble.â suguru chuckles before turning into one of a serious. âit doesn't help you're her boss and you're engaged. they will talk and you know the jealous fits your fiancee have.â gojo rolls his eyes. wiping the fogged mirror he was staring his reflection at. âi know and that means, it's going well with you?â he bites his tongue to stop the sarcastic tone he was about to unleash.
geto thought about it. his past encounters with you and slowly, you were trusting him. it wasn't the result he wanted cause he can be impatient at times and he's dying to feel you once again but progress is still progress. âyeah. she's slowly accepting me.â gojo scoffs and geto hears it. âyou want her to open up to you? stop being an entitled asshole to her. show her you're not your past self. being sincere won't cost you anything.â it have and gojo winces at it.
âsatoru?â geto hears a feminine voice in the background and he ends the call before he can hear anything else. he thinks of you. he should take you on a date sometimes. one you can't refuse and show you a good time and treat you the way you deserve and see that smile he have been wanting. directed to him and only him. he's the only one that can make you smile and you won't need gojo. he looks at the time. he should be planning to make you his, again.
there's a sudden beep signalling that the call was ended. gojo turned around only to meet his fiancee. standing in the bathroom door. her perfume reeks and her loose waves daintily passed around her shoulders. wearing only a thin nightgown and gojo hides the distaste he have for her. this was an arrangement. both of the families agreed it should be done. sayuri was only her for the night and he can live that. âaren't you going to bed?" her voice too sweet for his tastes. he likes your better. sweet and gentle compared to sayuri's. âjust a second.â he says before turning off the light switch and joining her.
âhow's your day?â
âthe usual.â her fingers came rubbing circles in his chest. she intentionally pulls the straps of her thin nightgown and he wasn't really in the mood and how he can be when all he can think is you. fuck. maybe he can use sayuri and pretend it was you but the delicate features of his fiancee isn't the same as you. a tiny waist and a handful of flesh he can grab. it wasn't enough. he needs you. full and ripe for him to tear apart while you cry his name. he rubs his eyes and looks at sayuri. it would be only temporary. âsayuri?â he call to her. the girl besides him was all ears. âyes?â he would be in trouble if he was to call your name instead of her. âcome here.â and without hesitation her lips was on his.
now's the world is getting smaller to you three and you have no excuses of avoiding them. you can endure it. you endured it for the quarter of your whole life, what's the difference if you can do it one more again. now the stakes are higher and you're risking the existence of your children with them. you don't know how it will end but you know you have to protect your twins even it's the last thing you will do.
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hidden inventory students: headcanons
gojo, geto, shoko, haibara, nanami
gojo can scream in the most high pitched way ever. this usually happens when his ego gets to him during a mission and gets snuck up on from behind.
gojo has ripped his pants multiple times on different occasions. the worst one is when a girl he was flirting with dropped something, so he squats down and just like that, and rip right down the middle. he was wearing bright pink boxers with a pizza pattern btw... sometimes, he's not even shy about it.
gojo has the worst balance on trains. he has to lean against something or sit down because his legs shake like crazy. will always fall on the person next to him when the train stops, slow or fast it doesn't matter, even if the train doesn't move anybody else.
gojo frequently sends geto selfies with the most weird things. burnt food, ant's nest, inside of a truck, you name it.
when nobody's looking, geto pins back his bangs. he keeps a hairclip that shoko gifted him in his pocket, because he refuses to admit that they actually do get in the way.
geto has horrible back pain but the best posture. sits straight up as if he's been taped to the back of a chair. when he's walking? um... that's a different story.
geto matches other people's energy. it's not over the top, but he can adapt to all sorts of personalities and humour, both negatively and positively. it's most apparent with gojo and haibara. his whole entire mindset can change depending on who he's talking to.
geto has more haircare products than anything, not even skincare comes close. ask him about a particular shampoo or hair oil, and he can manage to go on a twenty minute rant about why you shouldn't buy it. never gives recommendations though (gatekeeper)
shoko laughs embarrassingly loud on purpose when anybody makes a bad joke. she does it most when guys try to catcall her or ask her out. also does it to gojo, but more as a joke because she likes how sulky he gets. it's actually kind of scary how she laughs too...
shoko hides her real cigarettes in a fake/candy cigarette box. may or may not keep an emergency lighter in there as well, but she doesn't know it's complete out. she does this so yaga doesn't find out she smokes.
shoko naps all the time during boring classes. poke her, shout in her ear, she will not wake up until something subconscious in her brain hears the school bell go off.
shoko prints off every photo she takes with a classmate. she sticks them on the wall of her dorm room, and separates them by person. the ones with utahime and meimei are put where she can easily see them and decorated with stickers. always puts a pink heart next to gojo's face for special reasons.
haibara is so overly positive it pisses people off. he always sees the good in people, so if a thief tries to rob him, he willingly hands his stuff over, because he always gives to "people in need". he gets upset when the thief gives him his stuff back and walks off.
haibara frequently compliment on how much people eat. we know his type is girls who eat a lot (i think) so he gets happy when somebody around him is just enjoying food and letting loose. doesn't really care if said person finds him weird, and he always buys them another little side dish or dessert.
haibara always looks out for other people. if he's in a crowded place like a party or amusement park, he always manages to find people at unexpected times and ask if they're okay/having fun. always checks the infirmary room just to make sure nobody's injured.
haibara is a natural magnet to children. somehow knows exactly how to play and communicate with them. maybe has siblings of his own, because he seems like the kind of guy that is the oldest of 5+ siblings yet still manages to have younger brother vibes.
nanami never poses for pictures. if he has to be in one via peer pressure, he stands straight, arms to his sides, and a grumpy look on his face (đ§ââď¸)
nanami spends a lot of time doing his hair. i know it doesn't look like he would, but he does. he uses a bunch of hairspray, so those strands do not move AT ALL. it's actually so hard and stiff if someone tries to touch it. because he puts so much, he has to wash his hair every day. legend has it that nobody's seen what his hair with no product looks like.
nanami has the worst attitude to those younger than him, but is so respectful to elders. like, it could be a whole 360 to what he's usually like. 90 degree bows, formal language and everything. bonus! shoko actually teases him the most about this.
nanami loves everyone in the group. dear, dear nanami... he's never open with his feelings. i don't think he could genuinely imagine his life being any more interesting than it is now if he hadn't joined jujutsu tech. it's not obvious, but he's always wishing the best for those around him. (we all know how that ended cough cough)
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[ Starry Eyed Barbie ]
Pairings: Highschool Senior Student! Gojo Satoru x Highschool Senior Student! Reader
Summary: When you are head over heels for Gojo since middle school, he canât understand why it suddenly bothers him when you start to avoid him.
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Gojo Satoru had given up a long time ago trying to figure you out.
He rolls his eyes as he feels you squeeze his arm before letting go, as if warning him youâd do so, and raising your hand. The professor gives you the right to answer whatever it is that he asked, making you smile brightly with glimmering eyes as you thrive in the attention given. Staring at the clock he debates whether sleeping is possible, knowing you it was; you had always been a teacherâs pet, tending to ask as many questions as possible before hurrying to discuss every little thought on your pretty head with your teacher.
Maybe he had once thought it was adorable, but then you had started clinging to him and his thoughts had changed.
Sighing, Satoru gives an exasperated look to Suguro before spreading his thighs to lean more in his chair. You havenât stopped talking. He drums a finger on his desk before glancing at you. You look ecstatic, starry bright eyes shining as you hear every word the teacher is saying. You probably have no idea that you are making the whole class sleepy.
It was annoying. Such a know-it-all.
You nod and smile brightly before thanking your teacher, smoothing your pink leather pencil skirt before sitting back down besides him, making sure to wrap your arm around his again, giggling and blushing as you do so.
âToru, how does going for some boba later sounds? I heard this new place opened close and I thought youâd probably loââ
âCan'tâ
Thereâs bite in his answer, also a hint of annoyance, but thatâs not his problem. Youâre not his girlfriend, not even his something, so he sees no need in playing along to your little game.
Your sweet smile remains but the bright light in your eyes dims slightly, before coming back brighter than ever.
"Then, we go tomorrowâ
"Oh, look at that! We have a presentation soonâ he says, nodding to the teacher.
He was just trying to get you off of him, but it was a cheap trick, especially with how much of a nerd you actually were.
You giggle softly, âNo, silly! He was just talking about the Laws of Thermodynamics. Youâre not listening again, have you even written any notes?â
Why would he when you never fail to send him your rainbow-colored ones?
He sighs, leaning his face on his hand. He was too tired to deal with you for longer than needed and the day had barely started.
The bell rings and he waits not even a second in getting out of his seat, not caring about the gasp that escapes your lips or the hurriedly way you try to grab your things as you ask him to wait for you.
Suguru analyzes the situation before shaking his head in disappointment once Satoru reaches him. So, instead of letting Satoru keep walking, his hand grabs his backpack string making him halt. Groaning as your arm latches onto his, he realizes his best friend betrayed him by giving you the time you needed to catch up.
Geto deliberately ignores the glare Gojo sends his ways, as you hum contentedly at his side.
You all make it to lunch where Shoko waits for you since you donât share that class together. Utahime and Mei Mei are at her sides, as well as Nanami and Haibara.
They all smile at you as you invite yourself over to sit at his side.
With an excited smile you get out your pink bento box and matching water bottle. He frowns as he feels you get even closer to him.
âHey girls! Guys!â, you smile brightly at all of them.
Satoru rolls his eyes at your perkiness, taking a sip of his strawberry Ramune drink. You pout in an adorable before taking it away from him, ignoring the ice cold look he gives you and the silence that surrounds you now.
âDonât give me that look, this has too much sugar!â his glare deepens making my your shoulders drop, âLook⌠itâs bad for your health. You drink so many of them, even though you eat a thousand of sweets a day!â
He scoffs making you slightly panic. Playing with your fingers as you feel yourself become anxious; you turn to your bag looking for the Digimon bento box you made for him and the matching bottle.
âHereâ you smile brightly âMade you some homemade food⌠and sweetsâ you slide the bento towards him, âSome Daifuku⌠also made you a strawberry and blueberry smoothieâŚâ
He hates that his hands reach to grab both things and how his eyes brighten once he sees the strawberry and chocolate flavored Daifuku you made.
âOh!â You gasp, looking through your bag until you get another pink container out âI also brought some chocolate chip cookies and strawberries for everyone!â
Haibara cheers while Utahime and Nanami thank you kindly; Shoko and Geto smile at you as a thanks, while Mei Mei settles for winking flirtatiously in your direction.
Satoru, on the other hand, eats the sweets you made him quietly.
âIs it good?â, you ask him eagerly, eyes all bright as your hands fiddle with your hair nervously.
Itâs not the first time you bring him food or sweets for the matter, so he doesnât understand the need to ask his opinion every single time.
He settles with shrugging with indifference.
Suguru hits the back of his head from beside him making him groan, nevertheless he ignores the pointed look he gives him. Heâs not in the mood to play your little game.
Instead of deflating as everyone around you expected, you smile softly before grabbing a tissue and softly cleaning his mouth with it, getting rid of the white powder.
You donât expect the way he smacks your hand out of the way, as he had never once done something like that.
âYOU FUCKIââ
Your hand reaches for Utahimeâs as she stands to defend you, smiling sweetly at her to tell her itâs okay.
Satoru frowns slightly as he realizes what he did. He had never done something physical against you, did this mean he was reaching his limit?
Shoko clears her throat, âYou guys heard about Sukunaâs party?â
Mei Mei smirks, âObviously. Heard thereâs gonna be good booze. All in?â
âButâŚâ you tilt your head, âIsnât it today? Itâs ThursdayâÂ
Mei Mei smiles sweetly at you, loving your naivety. You eye each of them only to see all of them not really caring about partying on a school night.
Was this what being a senior meant?
âI donât know, there are a few assignments I have to work on and midterms are happening soonâ you hire your lip, turning to Satoru âAre you going?â
He shrugs, âSukunaâs booze is good, why not?â
You scoff slightly before turning to Nanami, âAre you going too, Kenti?â
The blond teenager sighs, âLost a bet to Haibara, so yes, sadlyâ
âHow could you not go? Yuri is here representing her school, sheâs gonna see us there!â Haibara exclaims with excitement.
You see them all smile at the reminder making you shift uncomfortably in your place. Hinata Yuri was a childhood friend of them. She wasUtahimeâs closest friend. They all were inseparable, yo had known that since you had met them during your last year in middle school. Sadly, Yuri had gone to high school in her motherâs district since her parents divorced.
They all had history. One which you werenât part of.
Playing with your food you consider attending, it felt kind of intrusive considering it was a reunion, but you missed Yuri too.
Satoru knocks your thigh with his, âPick you up at eightâ
You smile brightly, nodding in agreement. Any hesitance in going disappearing as soon as he touched you.
You were so excited, humming to yourself as you ate, that you didnât notice Utahimeâs worried gaze on you nor the way she glared ferociously at Satoru.
Eight rolled around rather quickly and you found yourself sat on Satoruâs black Acura Integra, rich boy privilege. He buckled you in as you were too busy fixing the skirt of your Bellini Bustier pink mini dress that you had paired with a white cardigan.
You start fixing the pink bow that ties your half updo as you thank him, almost choking on your own saliva as you see him.
He looks god made.
His black shirt was illegally stretched across his chest, his pecs shamefully bulging out, his arms immorally straining on the sleeves of his shirt. His grey pants fit perfectly against his muscular thighs andâ
Flustered, you look away. It was too much, he was too much.
You play with your hair and nervously move your ballerina flats around during the drive. Trying to hide the way your face became red with each glance you stole.
The party was already at full swing when you both arrived, the blasting music and the many swaying underage teenagers making it a given. The two floored house had its windows flashing in neon lights. The outside was pretty empty, aside from the cars haphazardly parked by irresponsible teenagers and some of those said irresponsible teenagers puking in the bushes.
You scurry next to Satoru the moment you get out of the car, groaning as you try to keep up with his long strides.
He opens the door and heads inside, not noticing the way his strength makes the door close in your face. You push the door for yourself as fast as you can, ignoring the pain in your nose, afraid to lose him in the crowd. Thankfully you manage to grab his arm in time.
He leads you inside and you struggled to avoid being pushed around by sweaty party animals. Maybe you shouldâve worn heels instead of flats, maybe then you wouldnât feel so small.
Finally, you find yourself sitting with the whole group in the terrace. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you let your shoulder drops in relief.
âYou okay, doll?â Yuri smiles kindly at you, hugging you tightly before offering you one of the drinks in her hands.
âOh! Iâm so happy to see you!â, you exclaim, giggling before letting go, âIâm fine. Whatâs this?â
âWell⌠if you keep being the innocent cutie youâve always been, itâs just fruit punchâ she smiles brightly with mischief, âUnless you grew some thorns, little rose, and want something to spike it up?â
You laugh while shaking your head, taking a sip after doing so. Yuri had always been kind to you, and seeing her reminded you to the many time sheâd make sure you felt at home in the group.
Sadly, you also remember how close Satoru and her used to be once you see him give her a hug and how flustered she becomes.
Oh.
You take another sip of your drink as you try to remind yourself they were just friends. Really close friends. Begging yourself to forget the way Satoru used to have his attention on her every second of the day during middle school, even when you were always there.
No, you were going to have fun and catch up with your friend.
And you did. You weee truly enjoying chatting with everyone and hearing Yuriâs stories. Yet, you couldnât help but feel a little out of place when the childhood memories started to surface. You werenât friends with them during your youth, you had officially joined them at the end of middle school.
You hugged yourself as you listened to them laugh as they recall their shenanigans. It was honestly sweet to watch, yet you couldnât help to feel slightly bitter. You shake your head to get rid of those feelings.
Sighing, you look at your empty cup. Maybe you should get another drink.
You stare at how crowded the inside of the house is before grabbing Satoruâs sleeve, wanting him to go with you.
âToru, I need a refillâ
He shrugs your arm off, âThen, get a refillâ
âWill you come with me?â Â
Satoruâs jaw tightens, glancing at Shoko and Geto before harshly turning to you and whispering, âCould you not be annoying for just one second? Iâm not your damn babysitterâ
Your hand that had been trying to reach for him once again halts, frozen midways before falling to your thigh. You look away as you feel your eyes sting and your nose itch, you were about to cry.
âFineâ, you whisper, head hanging low as you stand up
Satoru resumes his conversation with Yuri, Geto and Shoko. You frown as you see the way he smiles at Yuri, biting your lip as you feel the way your chest clenches.
You turn around, prohibiting yourself from crying in front of them. Satoru already thought you were annoying, you werenât gonna give him more reasons to think so. You had always known you went to far in the ways you showed your affection, but you just couldnât help it.
You sigh as you brush the tears that had fallen down your cheeks, slipping your way downstairs.
The party was even more alive than when you had arrived. You see Sukuna in the kitchen drinking a line of shots against Choso, which makes you frown in pity. Silently, you look for a bottle of water before heading out.
You were knocked around as you went, but thankfully you soon managed to get out of the suffocating atmosphere. Â
The night breeze softly kisses your skin making you shiver, yet you smiled softly as you take a deep breath. You stare at the starry night, loving the way the stars shine brightly against the darkness that surrounds them.
Sighing, you let yourself sit on the stairs of the porch, taking a drink of your water as you keep on staring at the night sky. Your chest ached.
âParty became too much for you?â
You gasp, startled.
Smiling slightly at your reaction, Nanami sits beside you, âSorry if I startled youâ
âUh⌠itâs okayâ you stutter, âIâm good, just⌠wanted to cool down. I was planning to go backâ
âSure about that?â He asks knowingly, making your shoulder drop, âItâs a nice nightâ
You smile, hugging yourself, âIt isâ
âYou like the stars?â
You nod, âUsed to watch them with my dad when I was young. That oneâŚâ you point at the brightest one, âis called Sirius, like the character from the Harry Potter books. Itâs part of the Canis Major constellation, its name means glowingâ
âYou seem to know a lot. Itâs impressiveâ he nods softly, âWhat other stars make up Canis Major?â
âMuliphein, Mirzam, Wezen, Aludra, Adhara and Furudâ you point at each one as you named them, âitâs special because it has many bright stars, as well as Sirius, the brightestâ
âWowâ
Your smile falters as you hear something break inside, reminding you where you are. Nanami notices making him sigh before pushing himself to stand up.
âHow do you feel about going for a drive?â
You look at the water bottle in your hands, tightening your grip on it before standing up with determination.
âI think that sounds like a great ideaâ
He offers a hand and you take it. His Range Rover comes to view and he hurries to open the door for you. You halt in surprise before smiling softly.
âWhat?â, he raises a brow.
You shake your head, giggling softly, âNothings. Itâs just, youâre really a gentlemanâ
âThis is the bare minimumâ, he states, âYou shouldnât expect lessâ
Your smile falters, but he doesnât mention it.
Nanami drove around while you told him every little fact about the stars that came to mind. His interest in it as he asked questions made you get more excited with time, making you rambled nonstop.
You were really having fun.
It was on the way back to the party that you realized that if you went back your mood would turn sour, so you kindle asked him to drive you back home if it wasnât too much trouble. He kindly agreed.
You smiled at Nanami once you got out his car, âThank you, Kento, really. I had funâ
âI had fun too, Y/N. Thanks for the Star factsâ
He waited until you got inside your house before leaving, making you smile softly to yourself feeling your heart warm because of his sweet nature.
You take off your shoes and quietly go to your room, taking off your clothes before going to your private bathroom and jumping in the shower to quickly clean yourself. Once you are dressed in your silk pink pajamas, you grab your phone from your purse and connect it to the charger.
Turning around to lay down, you halt as you hear your phone ring to announce a text.
Toru <3: Where are you?
Y/N: Home.
Toru <3: What?
Toru <3: Who drove you?
Toru <3: You shouldâve told me if you wanted to leave.
Y/N: Didnât wanna annoy you.
Toru <3: You canât leave without saying something.
Toru <3: You have to let me know.
You frown. You dont know if it was the emotional or the physical exhaustion, but you found yourself punching letter by letter of the message, not second guessing before sending it.
You donât even bother checking if he texts back, locking your phone before throwing yourself on your bed.
Y/N: Youâre not my boyfriend, I donât have to do anything.
Satoru frowns as he stares at the text you just sent him, writing and deleting as he tries to decide what to text back. But end up with his mind totally blank.
You were right. He wasnât your boyfriend, you didnât have to tell him if you wanted to leave or give him an explanation for the matter.
So, why was he feeling so⌠weird?
He scoffs. He didnât need to dwell on it too much c tomorrow everything would go back to the way things were.
Except they didnât. You werenât in his usual parking space when he arrived. He frowned, looking around, before shrugging. You must have fallen asleep, you werenât used to going out on weekdays after all.
He nods at Geto and Shoko once he gets to his first period, letting himself fall in between them.
âWhereâs Y/N?â Shoko asks, looking at the door expecting your smiling face.
âLateâ he shrugs.
Nanami and Haibara join them as soon as the words leave Satoruâs lips, making a small smile grow on Nanamiâs face.
âSure about that?â
Satoru frowns, but it is Geto who asks, âWhat you mean?â
Nanami shrugs, serious face back on as he starts getting his books out.
But Satoru didnât appreciate his secrecy. He had been kept in the dark by you last night, he wasnât in the mood for that anymore.
And then it clicked.
âYou were the one who drove her home, am I wrong?â Gojo asks Nanami, almost accusingly.
Nanami raises a brow, âAnd if I did?â
Satoru rolled his eyes but he stayed quiet.
Shoko and Geto share a look before glancing at Gojo. But Satoru had never been easy to read, always nonchalant and charismatic, never wavering. So it was a shock when they both realize the way his jaw tighten slightly before letting go.
Interesting, they thought.
You had been nowhere to be found by lunch, but Nanami had appeared with your usual pink container full with treats, smirking as he stared you sent them.
Suguru and Shoko had been eyeing Satoru warily as he seemed a second away from snapping with each second that passed. He kept bouncing his leg, without pausing, and clenching and unclenching his hand and jaw.
Everyone at the table remained silent as Haibaraâs old words of reassurance of you probably being sick were squashed by Nanamiâs appearance.
âWhy isnât Y/N here?â Shoko decides to ask.
Nanami grabs one of the brownies you made them this time, âShe said she was gonna eat with the girls in her baking club. Was waiting near my locker with the treatsâ
Satoruâs hand clenches tightly. You had look for Nanami, but hadnât even bothered to text him?
He hated this.
He hated more not knowing exactly why he hated it so much.
He saw you in Chemistry, but you didnât cling to him as you used to. You only smiled at him from your sit beside his before burying yourself in your book. Asking questions and sneering them as usual. Taking colorful notes as usual.
But, not even glancing at him as usual.
What was going on?
He took a deep breath. It was Friday, he wouldnât even remember this bitter taste during the weekend, which would make him go back to normal by the start of next week.
Itâd be fine.
Except that by next Wednesday, he couldnât handle it anymore. He had spent the whole weekend staring at his phone waiting for one of your texts reminding him to eat well or one scolding him to do his school work; heâd even accept one of your random visits to bring him a sweet youâd bake.
And it had already been three days since the week started and you kept ignoring him. Even when you decided to have lunch with them, you sat beside Utahime now.
His personalized Digimon bento box made by you had disappeared and only the container with sweets for everyone remained.
It was⌠upsetting.
He felt his chest ache and a sting in his eyes the more he thought about it. What had happened? What was going on with him? Why couldnât he stop shaking his leg? Why did he kept glancing at the door for pastel colors when Nanami had told them you werenât eating with them today.
âSatoruâ, Geto calls him softly, âYou okay?â
No. He wasnât okay.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Shoko and Geto share a look, before the brunette sighs in defeat, âHey, Nanamiâ
The blond one stops conversing with Haibara to listen to her.
âDid you see Y/N today?â
Nanami frowns, âYeah⌠she said she wasnât coming to lunchâ
Shoko rolls her eyes before pointedly nodding towards Satoruâs lost gaze in his food and relentless fidgeting.
Nanami sighs, âShe mentioned how she wanted to try the new vintage Library-CafĂŠ near campus for lunchâ
His legs stops moving, his jaw and hands unclench just as his foot shifts. Yet Satoru remains sitting.
Geto smiles faintly, before rising from his place nonchalantly, âI gotta go review for Calculus, midterms are soon after allâ
Haibaraâs eyes widen, âOh, crap! I donât understand a thingâ
Nanami sighs, standing up as well, âThen, weâll be joining you, Getoâ
Suguro nods before guiding both boys out of the cafeteria with him.
âI need a smoke breakâ, Shoko whispers before leaving.
Utahime crosses her arms in defiance, understanding what all her other friends were doing but refusing to participate in it.
Mei Mei, though, was finding the situation really amusing.
âLetâs go shopping, âHimeâ
âHUH?!â
Utahime is dragged by Mei Mei as she relentlessly voices how they canât go shopping when they still have classes.
Satoru wasnât stupid. He knew what they were doing, but he couldnât find it in himself to truly care. Not when his body basically jump out of his seat as soon as Mei Mei and Utahime disappeared from view. Feeling ridiculous as he ran outside.
You thanks the waitress as she leaves the tray on your table. You smiled contently at the view. A Matcha Frappuccino, a blueberry cheesecake, and the new book you had just bought.
It was truly a sight for sore eyes.
You grabbed the fork quickly before taking a piece out of your cheesecake, hurrying to try it.
You moan in pleasure at the flavor, closing your eyes as you do so. You definitely needed to try to bake this one, it was true perfection. Not too bitter, but not too sweet, just right on the spot.
âThat good?â
You squeaked in surprise, which Satoru found extremely endearing.
Grabbing the tissue and cleaning your mouth, you frown as your eyes meet his celestial blue ones.
âWhat are you doing here?â Â
âAm I not allowed to come here?â Â
You shake your head and scoff before lowering your gaze to your hands, playing with the rings on your fingers.
He never accepted to try any of these spots with you, so why would he come to them?
âYou hate places like thisâ you mutter, âYou never seemed to stop reminding me how dull they are, nor how annoying it is to have to sit in a place as you try not to bother othersâ
âNever said any of those thingsâ he squints his eyes as if trying to remember, âDoesnât ring a bellâ
âI doubt you came for the books, who why are you here, Satoru?â
That stings.
And maybe is that pain that makes him sit right in front of you with the most sincere look in his face youâd ever seen.
âNot for the books, youâre rightâ, he taps his finger nervously on the table, âI actually came for the starry eyed Barbieâ
You stare at him, dumbfounded, feeling your face slowly heat up before shaking your head.
âWhy would you come for someone thatâs always annoying you?â
He flinches at the reminder of his last words to you, âI⌠I didnât meant thatâ
You scoff, âYeah, right. Iâm not blind, I know I annoy you. Which is why I donât understand why when I finally leave you along, you decide to bother meâ
His gaze moves to his fingers.
Silence.
Your appetite is now gone, so you grab your book and your bag before standing up. You give one step before being stopped by his hand on your wrist.
âI-iâm s-sorryâ he softly stated, head lowered, âI didnât mean it. I really Iâm s-sorry, I justâIâm an idiot. I didnât know what it was likeâhow itâd feelâI hate it⌠please, justâIâm sorryâŚâ
You hug him, hating how his breathing grows in speed and how he starts to stutter as he tries to explain everything.
It wasnât perfect, things werenât just magically okay, but it was the right track.
Thatâs how next week on Wednesday during lunch, when raising their heads to say hi as they heard Satoruâs loud voice saluting them, Shoko and Geto freeze midway, before smiling, at the sight.
Because fire the first time ever, instead of them seeing you clinging onto Satoruâs arm desperately, he had it wrapped around your waist lovingly.
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the first-years of jujutsu high! (satosugu x reader)
warnings: yuuji just doesnât understand how relationship dynamics work, fluff, mistaken cheating, teacher! geto and gojo (+haibara)
Itadori Yuuji thinks that he fares quite well with his classmates despite being the new kid within the Jujutsu High campus. He thinks himself someone easy to get along with; and quite the sociable person.
But what does he think of his own classmates?
He thinks Nanako treats him quite well. Boisterous, loud, girly and quite the chatty trend follower. Someone that Kugisaki had clicked with almost immediately.
âThatâs what you call style? You gotta be kidding me, Yuu-kun.â Her eyes squint as she stands next to Nobara, the train doors closing behind him as he faces equally unimpressed gazes, their arms crossed over their chests as matching charms on their bags jingle with every movement. âNo wonder Nobara-chan thinks you need to go shopping.â He feels arms hook around one of his as heâs dragged forth; the glittering of the streetwear shops suddenly all too much. âLetâs get you that city-boy charm!â
âWhatâs wrong with the way I dress?!â
He thinks her twin is a little⌠Odd. Unsettling, a little scary, quiet⌠But nice. Almost similar to Fushiguro.
âItadori Yuuji! I hope to get along with you!â A bright grin and polite hand stuck out for a handshake! The shine of his smile and the friendly demeanour of a highschool boy!
He watches as she squeezes the stitch-filled plush closer to her body, stroking its head as blank brown eyes look him up and down, a slightly ominous aura emanating off of her as he feels a certain chill up his spine.
(Thatâs just the wind⌠Right? Itâs uncharacteristically chilly in here all of a suddenâŚ)
âI⌠See.â She finally takes his hand as the head of her doll lolls perfectly to the side to meet his surreptitious gaze, causing him to gulp nervously as he feels tingles spidering up his back.. âIâm pleased to make your acquaintanceâŚâ
Of course, he loves the teachers here! Someone wouldâve have needed the coldest, most treacherous of hearts to hate them!
âHaibara-sensei, youâre so cool!â Excited rambling as he laid on the ground, bruises littering his body and watching with glittering eyes as said teacher grins victoriously down at him. âI thought I had you cornered when I was about to kick, but then you grabbed my leg and it went WHOOSH! BAAAAM!â
âAhaha! Well, train up and eat rice daily! And soon youâll be just as strong, Itadori-kun!â A resounding laughter from his chest as hands are placed upon his hips, turning his body to face the rest of the groaning first-years. âLesson 3! Expect the unexpected, even when you think you have the upperhand!â
âFuck! Thereâs a crack in my nailâŚ!â
âTake the nail repair kit in my room later, Nobara-chanâŚâ Nanako is absolutely exhausted with her back against an equally fatigued Mimiko groaning in pain. âI canât believe he took all of us on when we surprised him like thatâŚâ A shiver up her spine at the memory of getting humbled so quickâŚ
âShut up, all of youâŚâ Megumi fares no better as he grits his teeth, hands on his knees as he finally gets back on his feet. âAs if a beat-down isnât bad enough alreadyâŚâ
âDonât be so rude, GumiâŚâ Mimikoâs pained moans reach the annoyed boyâs ears as he waves her off.
âI still canât believe Fushiguro lets you call him Gumi.â
âThere, there kids! Enough complaining, time to get yourselves over to Nanami-senseiâs class!â
Itadori Yuuji thinks that his teachers are wonderful people, the best around. Butâ Something has been weighing heavy on his mind, a trouble that he has issues coming to terms with. He canât tell Fushiguro, can he? He canât tell the twinsâ Or even Kugisaki. A secret that twinges and shrouds him in panic and worry.
âHmm? Yuuji-kun, you donât seem to be eating much today.â The happy tilt of your head, the innocent smile on your face as you greet the first-year in the cafeteria.
âGuh!â He nearly chokes on his food in fear when he hears your voice, his heart rate shooting up as his palms clam, fear and guilt flashing in his eyes as he starts to cough.
He feels you start patting his back vigorously with surprising strength. âYuuji? Yuuji?! Are you okay?!â
How does he tell you, his lovely teacherâ That he saw your husband cheating on you with the Geto Suguru?!
âEhhh? No kaifuku mochi?â Thereâs a pout on his face, the blindfold sliding down to stare at the man.
Heâs never seen Gojo-sensei so⌠Needy with someone else other than you before.
âIâm sorry, Satoru. They were all out at the store.âAn apologetic kiss is planted on Gojoâs cheek to soften the pout on his face. âIâll get it next time, okay? My spoiled prince.â
âHmph! I want another kiss to make up for it.â
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh noâŚ
Heâs seen it before, the matching rings you and Gojo-sensei donnedâ Shiny circles that glinted every so often when catching against the light. Ahâ And with how often the man likes to drop by the class to pick you up. What a lovely gentleman, as expected of someone deserving of you⌠Had it not been for his serious adultery?!
Oh, how this guilt eats him up every time you smile at himâŚ
ââ
It all comes crashing down one day. Days of pulling at his hair, pounding at his own chest and nervous biting of his nails all finally comes to an end.
âItadori.â The classroom is dark, left only with the two as tree branches tap against the windows.
Heâs never heard Nobara so serious before, her elbows on her desk and her hands placed together as her eyes glint dangerously, fingers tapping against each other.
â(name)-sensei⌠Is being two-timed.â She clenches her fists, irate anger coursing through her. Just how dare that slimy, sneaky man cheat on you? Just where did he get that audacity from?!
âWoah, Kugisaki, you noticed too?!â He thought he was doomed, cursed with this knowledge to bear upon his shoulders forever, hands slamming down onto her desk and hopeful eyes finally happy to see a like-minded individual!
âThatâs right. And I canât stand it anymoreâŚâ
A knowing look is exchanged between the two as the air tenses, a nod exchanged between them as their throats tightened, finally unveilingtheir cards.
âGojo-sensei is cheating on her!â
âGeto-sensei is a cheat!â
Silence.
âŚ
âŚeh?
âWHAT?! HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THE RING MATCHING WITH GETO-SENSEIâS NECKLACE?â
âHUH?! THAT RING IS MATCHING WITH THE ONE ON GOJO-SENSEIâS FINGER!â
âHAH? GET SERIOUS ALREADY!â Furious irritation as her eye twitches, flashing her teeth at him. âNO WAY THAT OLD MAN CAN GET SOMEONE LIKE (NAME)-SENSEI!â
âGOJO-SENSEI IS HANDSOME AND RICH! HE BUYS US SUSHI ALL TIME!â
âWhat does sushi have to do withâ?!â
The door is slid open. Mimiko.
ââŚwhy are you both yelling?â
ââ
âYou shouldnât be carrying all those papers yourself.â The weight is immediately lifted off of your arms before you can blink, your senses picking up on a familiar; darker energy.
âSuguru, welcome back.â Your head tilts up to face him, the stack of papers being held in one of his arms as his hand is freed to go up to your cheek.
A thumb slowly grazes over your skin as you smile, happy to see your husband back after one of his missions.
âHmm,â You watch him as his eyes smile down at you, mischief in the quirked up corners of his lips. âIs that all Iâm getting?â He was honestly hoping for more. âI risked my life out there, you know?â
âOf course not.â How overdramatic. Thereâs the slight tiptoe of your feet, and a quick peck to his jaw before you pull away.
âOooh, exchanging PDA on school grounds? Scandalous!â A burst of cursed energy invades your senses, blinding hot and white.
You feel long arms settle around both you and the long-haired man, pulling you both closer together towards another, sneaky hand settling themselves on your lower back.
âHello, darlings! Dinner is still on tonight, by the way! At that restaurant Nanako wanted to go to.â
You hear a sigh.
âIsnât there a need for you to report using your powers on school grounds, Satoru?â A quirk of his brow as he simply lets it happen, feeling the man play and twirl with a strand of his long hair.
âI hope you donât get in trouble for doing thatâŚâ A pat to your head as you hear a scoff.
âPfftâ Me? In trouble? What are they gonna do? Put me in Satoru jail? Anywayââ You see his lips pucker up as they lean in towards the both of you, with index fingers pointing at the corner of his lips with a rather cute grin on his face.
âMy âsee-you-later Satoru kissâ, please! I got a meeting with Yaga and needa top up on some energy!â
From behind a wall, three faces peek on.
âSee?â Mimikoâs stare is deadpan as she watches the jaw of one of her classmates drop impossibly further to the ground as the other just stares confusedly.
âN-no way! Are you sure she isnât being hypnotized?! Held hostage?!â
âPlease do not speak of Geto-sensei that way. The other one, howeverââ
âEh? So (name)-sensei, Geto-sensei and Gojo-sensei are all⌠Together?â
âFor the last time, Yuuji-kun⌠Yes.â
âUhh⌠Eh? Sorry, Mimikoâ Could you explain it one more time?â
Sigh.
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JJK men sharing a bed with (y/n) part lll
In case you haven't read the other parts yet, here they are: JJK men sharing a bed with (y/n) part l Satoru Gojo sharing a bed with (y/n) at a love hotel (part ll)
This is the first time ever that I'm writing for Yu and Choso, so please let me know what you think<3
Pairing: Toji x reader; Geto x reader; Yu Haibara x reader; Choso x reader
Word Count: 3,7k
Warnings: Some language, a loooot of fluff in every part!
Toji Fushiguro
You blink against your heavy lids, head pounding the second you are greeted the dim light of the room. Immediately, your body starts shivering from the cold that prevails wherever you are. What happened? How did you end up here? It looks like youâre in a basement, a stony and dirty one. Your trembling figure lays on top of a bed as it seems, feet chained to the frame. Fuck, how did you end up here?
âOh, look whoâs awake. Did take you quite some time, sweetheart.â
His voice sounds distant and unpromising, the cheeky tone vibrating in it sending shivers down your spine immediately
âWhere am I?â, you question with surprisingly firm voice.
âHm, to be honest Iâm not sure. Are you comfy or do you need company?â
He steps into your sight and your breath hitches for a split second. Yes, the man standing in front of you is extremely handsome, with shoulders built like cannonballs and his tight shirt that shows every trained muscle of his body. And that faceâŚoh, what a lovely face. But the darkness that radiates from his eyes makes your stomach drop. This man means nothing but trouble.
âTouch me once with your filthy hands and Iâll slice it offâ, you hiss through gritted teeth.
Desperately, your worn out body fights against the chains on your ankles as his frame draws closer, but thereâs absolutely no chance for you to escape.
âI wonder how long it will take Jujutsu High to get that youâre goneâ, he comments, hand gripping your chin firmly so you are forced to stare into his cold eyes.
âHuh, youâre quite handsome. No wonder that Gojo boy likes to spend time with you. Youâre quite feisty though.â
You forcefully pull away from him and stare down at your shivering figure. They will find you, right? They just have toâŚ
âComfy, huh? Iâm actually a little worn out myself, would you mind to scoot over a bit?â
âStay. Away. From. Me.â
Your words are like venom, eyes so dangerously flashing at him that Toji escapes a chuckle.
âYour cold, bet I can warm you up a little.â
He doesnât give a fuck about your little protest. Instead, he pushes you against the wall and lays besides you, bodyâs forced to touch inside the small bed.
You canât help it. Before you get a grip of yourself, your cheeks turn dark red while you gaze at him through glittering eyes. Fuck, why does he have to smell so absolutely delicious? And the heat that radiates from his body seems to warm you through skin and bone.
âHehe, I knew youâd like that. First time lying next to a real man I guess.â
âNo, your just stinkyâ, you blurt out.
His face drops immediately, as well as whatâs left of your sense of humor and spirit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was a bad idea. A really really bad idea.
âYou arenât really in the position to have a big mouth, sweetheart.â
With a swift motion, he lays on top of you, gaze piercing through you as all you can do is to writhe underneath him. Fuck, this feels so goodâŚWhat? You shake your head, try to calm your hammering heart down. What the hell has gotten into you?
His hand cups your face with a tenderness that you wouldnât have believed heâs capable of while he eyes you up and down.
âYou should be glad. Not many women end up in bed with me on top of them. Today is your lucky dayâ, he breathes out.
âThat I donât laughâ, you hush.
Your mind and heart are all over your place. Suddenly you arenât cold anymore but burning hot, the sheer weight of his immense body seems to crush you.
But why on earth does it have to feel so good? This man kidnapped and chained you to this tiny bed. It is obvious that he only causes trouble, not even a gorgeous face can change that. But the way he looks down at you, his firm body pressed against yours makes it harder second by second to not stretch out your arms to investigate the valleys of his tight muscles.
âYou donât seem to mind sharing a bed with me the way you press your legs together.â
Caught. You hold your breath and look at the ceiling. This will end horrible if you donât start keeping your composure and stop acting like a horny teenager. This man is evil, he kidnapped you, you are his hostage-
Your hands hold onto his broad shoulder tightly, roaming all over his black shirt.
âMaybe just for a minute or twoâŚâ, you mumble.
Geto Suguru
Your heart skips a beat when you catch a glimpse of him and he perfectly made man bun through which you recognize him from miles away.
Geto Suguru is back. Finally, after days, he made it back to Jujutsu High. Your feet start running on their own, too impatient to wait another second.
âWoah, easy there (y/n)â, he laughs as you lung yourself at him and burry your face in the crook of his neck.
It was so easy to fall in love with Suguru, especially when the two of you spent so much time together.
âI missed you so muchâ, you mumble against his uniform, arms tightening around his chest as if your life depends on it.
âI missed you too, (y/n). Heard that Satoru wants to throw a party, do you know anything about it?â
With furrowed brows, you let go of him. A party? Satoru didnât mention the slightest about it.
âNo, Iâm completely clueless. But Iâm set on an important mission tomorrow anyway, so no alcohol for meâ, you reply.
âFair enough. Letâs get something to eat, okay. Iâm starving.â
For the rest of the day, Gojo makes no secret out of the party he will throw that evening in his (and Suguruâs) dorm.
âI really hope youâll catch some sleep tonightâ, you comment while smiling at Gojo, who desperately tries to convince Nanami to come.
âIf not, Iâll just sleep at your dorm. Be preparedâ, Suguru jokingly remarks.
Your heart skips a beat. Suguru sleeping at your place? The thought alone makes your stomach flutter in excitement and your cheeks go red. Way too many nights you dreamed of this to happen, to experience what itâs like to rest your head against his chest while he wraps an arm around your shoulder while his even breaths brush over face gently. Gojo really doesnât know how lucky he is to share a room with Suguru.
âIâll be ready. Just knock on the door twiceâ, you giggle.
âCheck. I have to get going now. See you tomorrow before your mission. Or tonight, who knows.â
Yeah, who knows?
- Later that evening â
Knock knock.
Your eyes snap open immediately. Did you dream that? Your still sleep drunken eyes dart towards the door. Oh, please let it be real. Let it be him.
âSuguru?â, you whisper into the darkness of the room.
No response. Maybe you just desperately hoped it to be him. Itâs nothing new that Suguru haunts you even when you sleep after all. Your heart sinks, while you turn to the side. Hopefully he has a great night.
Knock knock.
Instantly, you sit bolt upright in bed. No, this wasnât a dream. You heard it loud and clearly. Before thinking twice you get up and open the door only to get greeted by his smile.
Oh, that gorgeous smile.
âIs your offer still valid?â, he whispers into the peace of the night.
âSure, come inâŚâ
You didnât get the chance to see him like that often, dressed in an oversized grey shirt, shorts and his messy hair let down. But he sure does look breathtaking. So breathtaking that you forget how to move for a moment.
âYou look like youâve seen a ghost. Do I look this bed?â, he asks while scratching the back of his head.
âNo, not at all. You look absolutely handsomeâ, you blurt out.
Screw your fast mouth, why canât you think and then speak?
âOh, donât flatter me (y/n). Not when youâre the one thatâs looking absolutely gorgeous at the moment.â
Your knees threaten to give in any minute, sleep-drunken eyes just staring at him in disbelieve. This has to be a wonderful dream, right? Like the ones you try to rewatch over and over again. But no, Suguru is standing right in front of you, his soft smell radiating from his stunning figure. This is very real.
He clears his throat.
âLooks like the party wonât end anytime soon and Iâm just too worn out to be awake another minute. Would you mind going to sleep? Iâll take the floor.â
âNo, absolutely notâ, you protest.
No way in hell is Suguru sleeping on your floor after a difficult mission.
âIâll sleep on the chairâ, you suggest.
âNo way in hell, (y/n). Iâm your guest and youâre leaving for an important mission tomorrow.â
âThen weâll have to share my bed I guessâ, you say your thoughts out loud.
Thick silence hangs in the air. God, you wish the floor would swallow you whole. What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you suggest something so dumb? There is no way that Suguru wants to share a bed with you-
âIf you don��t mind, Iâm inâ, he replies.
You have to blink a few times, did he really just say yes?
âDo you like sleeping on the wall?â
âY-YesâŚâ, you stutter.
âThen get in.â
Your feet follow his instruction on their own, carrying you back into bed. The mattress gives in under his weight, causing your arm to slightly brush against his.
âOh, Iâm sorryâ, you mutter awkwardly.
âDonât be. I always liked to be touched by youâ, he admits.
Your heart stops.
â(y/n), what I want to say is thatâŚNo bed is as comforting as spending my time with you. I just feel like I like you a little more than just as a friendâŚâ
âI love youâ, you breathe out without thinking twice.
God, how much you love Suguru Geto. No matter how long heâs gone, no matter how often you told yourself that there will never be more between both of you than a friendship, you always craved more.
You always graved him. Completely, everything from him.
He wraps his arms around you so tightly that you just know this has to be real. No more dreaming, no more imagining. Suguru is laying right by your side, holding you close to his body.
âThank god Gojo throws that stupid party tonightâ, he comments, hand gently caressing your face.
âThank god this dream became realâŚâ
Yu Haibara
You jump up and down in joy, giggling loudly at the sight in front of you. Finally, it is this time of the week again. The time of your movie night with Yu.
âI knew youâd love some sushi, so I thought Iâd surprise you!â, he announces, smiling widely.
You donât know how or when it started. Since youâre both in first class of Jujutsu High, you always spent a lot of time together. Right at the beginning you both discovered your passion for good films. One thing lead to another and now youâre having a movie night each Friday.
Itâs way more than that for you, though.
âYouâre the best!â, you yell in excitement, embracing him in a tight hug.
âNo, youâre the best. Come on, letâs waste no time.â
He grabs your hand and pulls you with him into his dorm.
You canât believe your eyes.
âOh myâ, you breathe out.
This is way too cute. Yu decorated his room with candles and a fairy light, windows completely darkened. His bed is turned into a blanket castle, tv directed towards it. Your heart flutters, tears start stinging in your eyes.
âYou didnât have to do thatâ, you hush, absolutely mesmerized by how magical the room looks.
âI wanted to do something special for you tonight, (y/n). Â Since you are so special to meâ, he explains briefly.
His chocolate brown eyes stare down at you with nothing but affection in them. If you could, you would melt away in an instant. What a sweet and caring boy he is. Always there for others, careful about putting a smile on the faces of those around him. You canât help but admire him for his beautiful soul and character. God, you truly donât deserve this amount of kindness.
âOh Yu, I think I need to cry.â
Tenderly, you wrap your arms around him once more, take in his soft scent that sticks to his white shirt that you love on him so much.
âCome on, no need to cry. Letâs get into bed instead!â
Gently, he pushes you into the mattress and hands you a pair of chopsticks.
âAs itâs my turn to choose a film, I decided on something Ghibliâ, he proudly announces.
All you can do is stare at him in awe. He is so breathtakingly gorgeous that you canât believe you sit next to him on his bed. Every Friday, your heart skips a beat when gazing upon his features. He makes it look so easy to smile in a world that seems hopeless most of the time, always optimistic.
âAre you okay, (y/n)?â
You shake your thoughts away, cheeks redden. Damn, he caught you staring. He smiles softly at you, hand gently brushing against your arm. Oh, you see stars.
âYeah, just a little overwhelmed I guessâŚâ, you mumble.
âNo need to be overwhelmed. You deserve the world! This is a small gesture compared to how great you are!â
By the way his eyes light up you can tell that he truly believes in his own words.
âHey (y/n), would you mind cuddling a little? I guess I just really love your hugs.â
Time stands still, you fumble for words. If you mind to cuddle, with him? Absolutely not. No, this is what your dreams are made of.
âNot at all.â
âGreat!â
Gently, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and positions the blanket on top of both of you, sushi placed on his lap. You let your head sink against his shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment. Oh, how much you longed for that Friday nights, how much you adore his touch. The unusual sensation of him asking for cuddles sends a shiver down your spine and makes your heart flutter in excitement.
âYou know, I love it when we lay in my bed and watch movies. Itâs my highlight every weekâ, he confesses casually between eating some sushi.
âReally?â
âOf course! Your great company and your taste in movies is exquisite.â
You let out a cute little giggle at the way he dramatically pronounces the last word of his sentence, index finger stretched out in front of his nose. Yu never failed to make you smile.
âI just hope this never ends. I really like you, YuâŚâ
Your confession sounds so strange coming out of your mouth, but you canât hold it back any longer.
âWell, I really hope you do considering you are my girlfriend!â
Girlfriend!? Your eyes dart at him in shock, mouth hanging open while your mind fumbles for the right words.
Girlfriend? He never mentioned that heâs in a relationship before, especially not with you.
âI mean, you are my girlfriend, right? After all weâre spending so much time together and itâs clear that you like me and I like youâ, he adds, confused by the way your expression changed.
âYou know that normally, people ask each other out, right?â, you enquire, still staring at him like an idiot.
Yu simply shrugs his shoulders while gifting you with another of his breathtaking smiles.
âWhy asking if I already know that we like each other? Seems pretty unnecessary to me. Or do you not want to?â
You can see the way his grin slightly drops at this possibility. No, no, no, this is absolutely not what you wanted.
âYes, yes, yes. I absolutely want toâ, you blabber out.
He lets out a laughter, arms wrapping themselves around you tightly while your heart hammers against his chest. Youâve been imagining a relationship with him for so long while heâs been living in it for what seems like weeks? You giggle into yourself, shaking your head in disbelief. Somehow, this is absolutely typically for him.
âIâm glad youâre with me in this relationship nowâ, he notes.
âYeah, me tooâŚâ
Choso
âOh my god, this is just way too exciting!â, you blabber, eyes darting around the dark hallway to soak the moment in.
âYou know youâre getting kidnapped, right?â, Choso questions.
âBut this is my first time getting kidnapped!â, you clarify.
Wow, this is unusual. You seem so unbothered by the fact that your life is in danger than even Choso himself is too stunned to speak.
âAre you gonna torture me too!?â
âWhat the hell is wrong with you, woman?â
The enjoyment that lights up your eyes, your hands not even trying to fight against the chains and how you roam around in pure pleasure. This was supposed to be a blackmail attempt in order to tease Satoru Gojo out. After all, you are one of his precious students. But it seems like it doesnât work out like that at all.
âYou arenât human, right? Hm, let me guessâŚâ
âIâm incarnated, dumbass.â
âOh, thatâs really interesting! Would you mind telling me more about yourself?â
âYes.â
âCan I touch you?â
âNo.â
âWhat a bummerâŚâ
You sign as you look up to his tall figure.
âYouâre actually quite handsomeâ, you comment casually.
Irritated, Choso grabs your shoulder and pushes you against a nearby wall, absolutely thrown off course by your sudden compliment.
âArenât you at least a little scared of me?â, he hisses through gritted teeth.
âI mean, the others told me that you are a special grade and Iâm a grade 2, so Iâm no match. But you donât seem like a bad guy to me at all, more like quiet and introvertedâ, you explain briefly.
Urgh, that spark of innocence in your doe eyes makes it hard for Choso to seem unpromising. Maybe it would have been better to send Mahito after youâŚ
No. Something inside him resists this idea. No way in hell will Mahito get is dirty hands on you.
Choso shakes his head and lets go of your shoulders, continuing to escort you. He has a mission to finish, after all.
âMay I ask why you brought me here?â
He stops in his tracks while side-eyeing your frame.
âYouâre here to attract Satoru Gojo.â
Even from afar, he canât help but admire your features. Yes, you are very easy on his eyes, the way you stare at him in nothing but admiration, as if heâs something special apart from his outstanding abilitiesâŚ
What the hell has gotten into him? He is a half cursed spirit, feelings like affection have no place in his world. You are nothing more than an annoying mission to him.
âIâm sorry about what has happened to your brothersâ, you suddenly blurt out.
He canât believe his ears. Slowly, he turns around to face you, features completely twisted in anger until he looks in your eyes.
Your eyes of innocence that are filled with nothing but sadness and sincerity.
âThatâs none of your businessâ, he spits at you.
âOh, but it is. My people are responsible for you being miserable and you seem like a genuinely nice guyâ, you remark.
How ironically, he thinks to himself. To be called nice by a jujutsu sorcerer. You two couldnât be more different. Itâs your job to exorcise curses like him, curses that threaten humanity.
âGet in thereâ, he instructs you.
You follow the direction of his stretched out finger without thinking twice into the small room on the end of the hallway.
âPretty nice for a prison, wow, thereâs even a bed!â, you cry out and jump on the mattress.
Itâs pretty hard, you have to admit. But better than what youâd imagined being held hostage would be like.
âAre you staying here with me?â
âI have no other choice. Youâre my mission and Iâm in no mood for trouble.â
âOh, thatâs cool! Iâd love to chit chat with you!â
He canât help but roll his eyes at you. After talking non-sense for half an hour, you now lay passed out on bed, snoring softly. How are you even able to close an eye when your life is in danger? If he wanted to, he could kill you without blinking. He signs to himself.
He wouldnât do that though. Not when something about you seems so mesmerizing. Is it the way your hair falls so perfectly and frames your face? Or how you carry yourself with so much confidence that not even a cursed spirit can break your optimism? Maybe your effortless beauty is the source of all evil.
Itâs justâŚyou. He allows himself to get closer, sitting next to your passed out body on the bed. You look so peaceful, as if youâre just lying in bed, waiting for another day to arrive. He wished he could be so carefree, so cheerful.
Gently, his hand caresses your cheek. Why do you have to look so damn lovely, even to him?
âCan you hold me?â, you mumble sleep drunken.
He holds his breath. Fuck, did you just catch him stroking you? No, your eyes are still closed and a few seconds after those words escaped your lips, a soft snoring is heard again. You talked in your sleep. You asked him toâŚcuddle you.
Carefully, he places himself besides you on this way too small bed, arm hesitantly wrapping itself around your waist. Oh, you feel so warm, your sweet perfume tingling in his nose. What a truly lovely human being you are, so different from all the other people he has met yet.  MaybeâŚMaybe you are indeed different. Maybe not all humans have to be killed.
âCan you scratch my head?â, your acquitted voice requests.
âDonât get greedyâ, Choso warns you, before massaging your head.
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I looked at you, I thought it was love
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Summary : "I talk as if I know all about love, and I act as if I'm going to cry, saying I was truthful back then and saying it hurts me too. I'm sorry."
Warning : Angst
"Satoru-kun..."
A weary sigh escapes, audible when that name is uttered. Satoru doesn't turn around; instead, he remains silent, sweating, as if weighed down by something.
After three years of his absence, you found yourself summoning the courage to meet with your ex-boyfriend.Â
Though you hadn't planned on it, a single thought lingered in your mind: you should meet him. You wanted to explain everything and clarify your relationship with him.
"Satoru-kun?"
Your voice echoes, calling once again with a slightly emphasized tenderness, puzzled by Satoru's lack of response. He had never been like this before; he always cared about you and loved everything about you, making it clear that you were his.Â
You could always feel the tenderness of his love, the smoothness of his lips on yours, the gentle kiss on your neck, and the way he hugged your presence within his warm body.
Also, there are the tranquil eyes that imprint the soul, the serene quartz that clouds your thoughts, and the soft strands that evoke memories, most of which you wish not to forget.
But when did he change into this? Maybe when that woman came into his lifeâhis old friend, he claimedâthe one who had been involved with him since high school.
You couldn't wrap your mind around how someone like him could betray you. Even though you heard it from others and denied it at first after seeing him embrace that woman gently, kiss her in public, and boldly announce her as his new girlfriend, everything around you seems to fall.
You both were still young at the time, you knew that very well. Such things often happen in young love.
Satoru inquires, "How did you find me?"
"Haibara-san mentioned your art gallery; it looks like I'm the only person you haven't informed about this," you respond.
As you tried to compose yourself, you noticed a faint smile on his face. It was the same smile you'd always seen, yet there was something different about Satoru's eyes...
...they seemed
empty.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I didn't expect you to come here."
He seems to be trying to not care and hide the truth that he yearns for you, eagerly awaiting your return, longing for your sweet scent and the lovely endearments as in the old days.Â
"It's been three years; how's your day, Satoru-kun? Are you still with her?"
"My day?" He chuckled. "Not as good as when you're around."
The void is engulfed in silence, hanging thick in the air as Satoru wrestles with his tears, battling to keep his emotions in check. A painful flashback hits him like a tidal wave when he sees you.
Looking back on it only fuels his frustration, leaving behind a pain that leaves no visible scars on his fragile heart.Â
Why does everything feel so bad? So agonizing? Even the surroundings seem out of place and surreal.
Satoru asks softly. "Are you seeking revenge? By leaving me and going with him? That's what you want to tell me?"
You laugh amidst tears. "Look at yourself before speaking."
"Are you here because you're marrying someone else?" he asked. "I couldn't care less about that man, but why are you here to inflict such pain? Am I the one at fault? Tell me."
You bite your lower lip. "Well, you're the one who dumped me back then, aren't you? You chose her over me. Did you think I didn't know? For a long time, I held onto faith in you, but you shattered my trust. So why are you causing me more pain when I couldn't do the same to you?"
There's a pause, and you continue. "I'm sorry if my actions have caused you suffering; yes, I know, I can't forgive what you did. But I need to heal my heart now, and unfortunately, you're not the one to do that. I'm sorry if that sounds naive or perhaps cruel."
"I hope I still love you the way I loved you in the past, but unfortunately everything has changed. I don't want to lie to myself." You added and peeked at the wedding invitation on the table where your name and Geto Suguru's are on it.
Is it all right? All of this? Did you really want this?Â
He stood up and reached out to you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace, and hugging you from behind, keeping you by his side for a while. You could feel him crying, trying not to let himself be swept away by the sensation, and convincing himself that all of this was just a dream.Â
He bit his lower lip, checking if it was a dream or reality, only to realize that he was hurting himself by doing so.
He leaned down, placed his chin on your shoulder, and whispered, "I'm not afraid of you leaving; I'm afraid you'll forget me. I don't want to die with us hating each other. Please, come back to me, I'm sorry."
He continues. "Could we still meet, even though the world we tread upon doesn't allow us to meet each other? Will you always be the love of my life?"
But why now?Â
Why, after you've found another man who's willing to heal your heart? Why did this happen to you?
Was Satoru just acting? Or were all the things you saw in the past just illusions? How could Satoru act in such a way and make you feel at fault?
Was he trying to manipulate you?
You never know.
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ŕ¨ŕ§ â .á Him ân his stupid infinity! [Pt.2!]
áśť đ đ°â Continuation to him ân his stupid infinity!
[Ps! I did this all in dark mode, so iâm not exactlyyy sure how it may look in light mode? hehe, so sorry if it looks super bad in light mode! it looks okay in darkâso if it bothers you in light mode, then please switch to dark mode for the best reading experience! mwah! thank you!]
â°â⤠Gojo Satoru finds himself in a dilemma once he discovered that his cute underclassman hates himâwithout even knowing the reasons behind her hatred! How could he get himself out of this? Well, it seems like fate has it all played out for himâŚbut he somehow manages to go against all odds and making it even worse.
Or in which, Gojo Satoru seems to only have his infinity activated around specifically you, his underclassman, even though youâre no threat and a student yourself! The longer you go without knowing why he does this, the stronger your dislike grows towards him. Why is he doing this? [This takes place in 2006!]
"She hates me, Suguru! Did you see how she glared at me when we passed her this morning?"
"You're being overdramatic, Satoru..."
Gojo Satoru was overdramatic at times, even he could admit that, but this timeâhe really wasn't being overdramatic! This was a serious problem!
All his underclassmen were supposed to like him, even Nanami (nevermind how the younger boy clearly can't seem to stand being around him, he's a different story.), so why is it that his cute little underclassman hates him this much?
You were too little for all that hatred to be in you body! Where do you even conjure it from?!
A groan left Gojo's mouth as he slumped over his desk, his cheek squishing against the wood as he wallowed in his agonyâin the form of his underclassman hating him, despising him.
"Suguru, Shoko...do I smell bad? Is that why she doesn't wanna be near me?" A pout tugged down the corners of his lips as he tried to jump to any conclusion, anything that could pose a possible solution for this first world problem. âBe honest!â
But of course, his best friends would be here to appease his worries, right? As friends always do.
"Yeah." Ouch!
"You stink." Did he really?!
"You guys suck!" His shoulders slumped, narrowing his eyes at his friends from behind his round glasses, just how unsupportive were they?
This was serious!
As the chorus of laughter soon ceased, his pout deepened even more. What a man baby.
A hand rested on his shoulderâSuguru, he was always familiar with that touchâsnapping him out of his sulking, prompting him to lift his head to shoot his best friend a curious look. "Hm?"
"Is it possible that you've done something to upset her?" He suggested, tilting his head to the side as he provided ample information for his friend to start questioning his interactions with said underclassman.
Suguru had to fight the twitch of his lips that threatened to tug up into a smile, he knew exactly why you 'hated' him. Hah.
"Yeah, Gojo. I heard from Haibara that she doesn't hold grudges, so you must've done something reaaaally bad for her to treat you like that!" Cue Shoko chiming in, a semblance of an innocent smile on her pink lips.
Oh, her intentions were anything but innocent.
Each suggestion and word was like an arrowânot even a cupidâs arrow!âshot into his heart, piercing his chest and forcing him to lament on their words. This isâŚextra bad, itâs only becoming worse by the minute!
âWhâWhat! Haibara must be lying! You know how playful he is, hehââ A nervous smile tugged up the corners of his lips, looking between his two friends for reassurance, âRight?âŚâ
Silence.
âIâm done for!â
âWhatâs up withâŚhim?â Shoko raised an eyebrow at Gojo, who had his head on his desk, neglecting the tray of food infront of him.
Gojo always had a huge appetite, why wasnât he eating?
A fond smile tugged on the corners of Getoâs lips as he kept patting his friendâs back, âHe talked to her.â He could barely conceal the chuckle he felt leaving his mouth.
OhâŚwell, isnât that a good thing? They finally talked!
âSo? Whatâs the idiot moping about?â Shoko crossed her arms, half-lidded eyes trailing over the sulking student, âDidnât he want to talk to her?â
âYou donât get it!â Satoruâs loud voice boomed through the classroom, âShe hates me even more now! GahhhâI completely messed up!â
How?
Letâs go back a bit.
âThese vending machines suckâŚseriously.â A small huff left Gojoâs lips as he stared down at the water bottle in his hand, having went through the trouble of literally almost tousling with the vending machine so he could acquire it, âSuch a pain.â
Class had already started, but he was in no rush to even hasten his steps back to the classroom, after allâheâs Gojo Satoru, he can be late all he wants and he wonât even get scolded. Mhm!
Thatâs a lie. Yaga-sensei could and will give him punishment for this but, he just hates this current lesson, so heâs going to take his time strolling very slowly through the halls of the school.
Or at least, that was the plan. Untilâ
He heard a few noises coming from the first yearsâ classroom, and while it is technically normal to hear noisesâit is an inhabited classroom after allâthe first years were supposed to be on a mission, right? Thatâs what he heard from Yaga-sensei.
Or at least, thatâs what he thought; he was starting to rethink if he had heard Yaga incorrectly because there were for sure some noises from behind the closed door of the classroom.
LookâGojo isnât nosy, heâs justâŚyeah, heâs nosy.
With that admission in mind, he slid the door open, curiously peeking his head in as he looked around, blinking as he found all chairs empty.
Huh. Maybe it was his imagination, after all.
Just as he was about to leave and slide the door shut once more, a small sniffle immediately halted all those thoughts.
He totally wasnât imagining that!
He scanned the classroom once more, eyes narrowed in determined, beforeâlo and behold, the cause of his tantrum in the morning.
Slumped on a chair, andâŚcrying?
!!
You wereâŚcrying, evidently so, if the tinted sight his glasses provided him with was real, then you definitely were crying.
DidâŚsomething happen in the mission?
Despite himself, his narrowed eyes softened, eyebrows furrowing in subtle worry as he found himself worrying for the safety of the first years, if the cause of your tears was anything related to them.
After all, it wasnât uncommon to hear of a passing in the Jujutsu community, student or not.
âHeyâŚâ He promptly called out, going against all his rational thoughtsâhe didnât have any of thoseâand deciding to confront you, to figure out why you were shedding this many tears.
The underclassman he knew, though very polite and friendly with others, was a girl who held herself highly, one that heâd never seen shed this many tears. This was seriously worrying.
At his call, your head snapped up, eyes rounding in shockâ
and ohâ
Your wide eyes, glassy and glazed over with tears, rimmed red with the evidence of the intensity of your tears, nose attaining a red color on the very tipâŚ
Satoru thinks this sight may have tugged something in his heart, just the slightest bit.
You are his underclassman, a younger student that he finds endearing, always trying to insert himself into your daily life just to see your worthwhile reactions, always wishing you a good morning when he passes by while going to his classes. And sure, while you donât spare him the time of the day, he still finds himself doing it.
Satoru was not crushing on you, yet, he didnât hold feelings for you, but he is unsure if this may be the same for the future. If anything will change.
If the sight heâs seeing right now is repeated more often, then he thinks something may just change.
A sniffle broke him out of his thoughts, finding you hastily wiping your eyes with the back of your hands, getting rid of the tears latching onto your long lashesâ âWhat do you want?â Your tone still held the same harsh lilt, âHaibara and Nanami are not here.â but it bore a soft edge to it, a testament to your vulnerability.
âIâmâahâIâm not looking for uh..Haibara, or NanamiâŚâ He trailed off, finding it awkward when you were this close to tears once more, he didnât know how to deal with people when they were this emotionalâ
especially when it was his underclassman who seemed to dislike him.
âOkay then. Iâm not in the mood for you to annoy me, okay?â There it was, the little crack in your voice, âGo back to your lesson. Geto-senpai told me your attendance sucks.â
AghâThat Suguru! Does he only go badmouthing him off to you or something? You already disliked him enough!
âI attend all my classes! Suguru is just jealous of my astounding attendance!â He hurried to defend himself, a pout gracing his glossy lips once more. Howeverâthis moment wasnât really for him, it was about you, why you were crying.
The reason he even entered the classroom at all.
âWerenât you supposed to be on a mission? With the other two?â He struck the question, genuine curiosity in his glasses clad eyes.
Your eyes trailed down, narrowing in dismay.
Just the mere mention of the missionâhow badly it wentâwas enough to bring that annoying burn in your nose once more, the sight of Gojo infront of you blurring as tears filled your eyes once more.
You were not going to cry infront of him. No. Why would you give him another reason to tease you?
âHey hey. Easy.â His eyes widened with shock as he saw the tears collect in your eyes once more, âWhat happened? Is everyone okay?â His tone softened, the best he could manage at this situation, he was never good with emotions.
Gojo would never hold this against you in the future. He was sure of it. Emotions were very dear to him, he understood how important they were for someone and how painful it was to display them infront of others.
He would know, he never displays much emotion anyways. Despite the storm of emotions building up in his chest by the day.
However, you found yourself thinking the opposite.
You couldnât cry infront of him. You just couldnât. It was too embarrassing.
But the way his tone softenedâ
âThe missionââ Your breath hitched, feeling your throat closing up the second you tried to hold the tears back, âwent well.â Why was your voice so thick with emotions?
âHaibara and Nanami did well.â
Gojo raised a questioning eyebrow.
Why did you not mention herself? Did you not go on this mission with them, too?
âAnd how did you like it? You seemed pretty excited before leaving.â He tilted his head, trying to find a way to worm around this without pressuring you too much.
Your eyes rounded with tears.
Gojoâs eyes rounded with panic. He didnât mean to make you cry again!
Shit.
âI donâtââ You paused to take a breath, raising your hand to wipe your eyes, âI donât think I did well today.â The words slipped out of your lips before even getting to process them.
Just what effect did this idiot have on you?
âThe curseâŚit was soâŚgrotesque lookingââ red rimmed eyes looked up towards him, hands resting on your lap as you tried to hold back the tears, âI know thatâs normalâbut! It didnât look like the usual cursesâŚâ
God, Gojo probably thought you were so lame now. Not that you care, especially when it came to him, but it just wasnât a good look for your image.
Gojoâs breath, on the other hand, hitched.
God, You were soâŚendearing. Usually, Gojo would scoff or roll his eyes whenever hearing of someone whoâs weakâheâs always been filled with a bit of arroganceâthinking that they shouldnât be sorcerers. But, in his eyesâŚ
You seemed like the most endearing thing ever.
The sight of you crying didnât sit in his heart so well.
âIâm usually stronger than this.â You mumbled, gaze drifting down to your lap, âI barely managed to save HaibaraâŚhe wouldâve been dead if I didnât act sooner.â
Under the desk, your hands clutched your skirt tightly.
âYou did a good thing. You saved him.â Gojo breathed out for the first time in a few minutes, internally grimacing at how awkward he sounded, âWhatâs up, then? You seemed to beâŚcrying a lot.â
He didnât like hearing you dismiss your efforts so easily, to cast aside the thought that you prevented a literal death from taking place. Thisâ
This type of achievement was one that all Jujutsu Sorcerers always wished for after the loss of their teammate.
And ohâŚhow his heart tightened in his chest as he saw you discreetly wiping the tear that slipped down your cheek.
âI didnâtâNone of my efforts were enough!â
Satoru thinks that crack in your voice pulled at something in his heart, bypassing his infinity and going straight for his heart. Stronger than any curse.
âHaibara couldâve sustained less injuries if I acted sooner.â This was so humiliating, crying infront of your upperclassman that you supposedly didnât stand. Yet, the only thing you could do right now is cry.
Cry at your failure, your dismay, at everything that went horribly today.
âWoah woahâeasy there.â Gojo finally found his voice, startled upon seeing you actually crying this time, âYou did your best. This is the best case scenario, yknow?â He tried to be comforting, even though he knew he positively sucked at it.
Ahhâhe couldnât just comfort you from a distance, it would look like he wasnât even trying to put in effort or that he didnât care. Which wasnât true! He cared! Or else he wouldnât be here.
Swallowing the lump in his throatâwow, since when was Gojo Satoru the nervous type?âas he approached you, taking slow, deliberate stepsâŚalmost as if carefully approaching a frightened kitten in fear of startling her.
He inwardly chuckled at the comparison, finding it incredibly fitting for his cute underclassman.
âDo you want someâŚwater?â He gestured to the bottle in his hands, the one he spent almost half an hour trying to retrieve from the vending machine.
Yes, he was giving you the bottle he wasted oh so precious time trying to get. I meanâpshhhh, it was just water, right? He could get another bottle!
You raised a brow at his words, patting under your eyes with your uniformâs sleeve, âWhat? To share an indirect kiss with a creep like you? Hmph. No.â A huff.
Creep?! Gahhâyou just called him aâŚa creep! He isnât a creep! Heâs your totally cool and dependable upperclassman! Come on, he was totally just looking out for you!
âNoâ! I didnât even drink from this, whââ He flailed his hands, feeling an aching need to justify himself to you, âCome on! I donât even share my water with anyone, anyways!â He felt a familiar pout on his glossy lips, pulling them down.
And ohâŚhow you felt your eyes softening at the familiarity of this all, at how this was a stark contrast to the thoughts that were swarming your head just before he came. This wasâŚa familiarity that comforted you.
Ew.
And well, your throat did feel like it was a bit dry after all. You silently cursed at yourself for forgetting your water back at the dorms.
âFine. I guess I could drink some.â You gave in with a defeated sigh, after much contemplation.
Immediately, his face lit up.
Aha? Yes! Yay! Victory for Gojo Satoru!
A wide smile formed on his lips, feeling a prideful air surround him as you agreed to his request, he took a few steps towards your desk, finally getting the okay to come closer without feeling like heâs breaking boundaries.
Andâhuh? you blinked, noticing how he was approaching, with noâŚinfinity. There wasnât a distance of five feet between them now, he wasâŚnot that far. sure, he wasnât super close either, but he was just a few steps infront of your desk.
!!!
His infinity wasnât on! He didnât consider you a threat anymore!
Despite yourself, a small smile tugged on your lips, eyes rounding with relief in them, feeling like you had achieved something that youâd been waiting for for so long.
Which would be, Gojoâs infinity being off around you. Pretty laughable, but it was serious to you!
Gojo felt himself inflate with pride at your acceptance to let him help you.
He was so your knight in shining armor! Andâ
hold on.
He paused, feeling his breath get stuck in his throat the second his gaze drifted over to you.
âŚHuh?
Whatâs with the look on your face, andâŚwhy did it suddenly make Gojo feel as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest.
This couldnât be healthy!
But, he couldnât help his breath from hitching, eyes widening the slightest bit behind his round sunglasses. Because, here you were, staring up at him with those glassy round eyes, the remnants of tears causing them to sparkle, the red tip of your nose adding this absolutely endearing color to your features andâ
The look on your face, the awe struck look on your face. You were looking at him with that look on your face. And coupled with that little smile? That smile that you always flash at everyone but him?
He couldnât help but feel his heart picking up itâs speed, granting him with the faux feeling of adrenaline that he couldnât even achieve when fighting curses.
Gojo thinks this day is blessed.
Unbeknownst to both him and you, his heart picking up its pace had caused his infinity to activate. That was how it usually worked, it worked in response to the fast pacing of his heart, as this muscle only did this when he was in dangerâready to protect him from any danger or threat.
âHereâŚâ He mumbled under his breath as he held out the water bottle towards you, standing a bit away from your desk, still afraid of potentially breaking boundaries.
âOhâthank you..â, You also found herself trailing off, hand outstretched forwards to retrieve the bottle from his hand, beforeâ
An invisible force caused you to stop, hand hovering awkwardly mid-air.
Oh.
âThanks for nothing.â You grumbled, the smile on your face falling immediately as you snatched your hand back, crossing your arms, trying to hide the shock and disappointment that you felt.
What else did you expect?
Disappointing.
Was this idiot serious? Was he actually being serious?! Is he trying to pull some prank or something? Because if so, then he isnât funny! In fact, he may be one of the unfunniest people you have ever known!
Did he think it was a good idea to humiliate you while you were clearly not in the state to be joked around with? Especially not by him? Ah! This was so annoying! You couldnât believe he would do something as insensitive as this at such a time!
âHuh?â Gojo blinked at your expression that suddenly soured, gone the expression filled with wonder and only being replaced by the one heâs always known.
Why are you making that face now?! Did he do something wrong?! He was so enjoying the smile on your face too!
That pretty little perk of your lips, he thinks he enjoys the sight of you smiling.
âCome on! Take it. I told you I didnât even open it yet!â He waved the bottle infront of you, clearly inviting to take the bottle from him. âYou obviously need it! Your voice is so hoarse and you probably lost half the water in your little body by crying all these tears!â
His underclassman had to have lost all the water in your body. Listenâyou were crying so muchâŚand no way your little body stored more water than that!
What meant to come off as concerned, only rubbed you the wrong way.
Why was he taunting you?! Wasnât it enough that he literally decided to target you when you were in a vulnerable state and then humiliated you? This man wasâŚseriously insufferable.
He really didnâtâŚmean any of his comforting words, did he?
Your shoulders tensed, eyes narrowing as you glared up at him, âI donât want your water!â You scoffed, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. He was your upperclassman, you had to behave.
âŚNo matter how much you wanted to hit him senseless with the water bottle he was waving infront of your face.
âWhy not?! I never share my water with anyone!â He huffed, glancing down at the bottle in his hand before looking back up at you, grimacing at the look on your face.
Why were you so mad?! You should be grateful and thankful! Supposed to thank him for being your knight in shining armor!
âYouâre soâinsufferable! Youâre such a child!â
Ouch!
âI canât believe youâre even older than me! What a lame example of an upperclassman!â
Right in his heart!
âEh? I just wanted to help you! Why are you suddenly switching up on me?â A whine left his lips as he stared down at you, wondering why you suddenly decided that he was horrible once more. He thought that you would see him in a better light after this!
Instead all he got wasâŚ
His cute underclassman glaring at him with the sharpest look in your eyes, cheeks attaining a reddish tint as a frown formed on your pink lipsâ
A smug thought formed in his head.
Oh, were you embarrassed by him? Hehe. He knew you wouldnât be able to resist his charms sooner or later!
âKeep your stupid water bottle to yourself! I hope you choke on it!â A huff left your lips.
Oh, you were so humiliated by him. You could feel your cheeks heating up by how embarrassed you were.
Meanwhile, Gojo convinced himself that the red on your cheeks is due to you being charmed by him and his handsomeness. Ha! You were totally charmed by him!
âYou think youâre soooo funny? Even Yaga-sensei is funnier than you!â Yes, you didnât mean to drag poor Yaga-sensei into this, but you had to make a point!
Huh? What? He totally was funny! Why would you insult him like that?! Oh, heâs so done for!
He didnât even understand why you decided to switch up like this! Gee, your mood swings were bad, hm? Hmph. And here he thought they were getting along.
But no. Here you were, glaring at him with red rimmed eyes, huffing here and there about him and how unfunny he was.
You hate him so much! Gahhhâjust how can he make up for any of this when he doesnât even know the cause behind your hatred?!
âI could leave the water on your desââ Maybe another attempt?
âGet. Out!â
Maybe not.
At the end of his recollection, Shoko had found herself unable to hold herself back from letting out a loud laugh, smacking Suguru on the shoulder playfully in the midst of her joy, âAh, man. Thatâs the funniest thing Iâve heard in a while.â
âItâs not funny! She really does hate me! She doesnât even think of me as her knight in shining armor that rescued her from those horrible tears!â A childish cry rang throughout the empty classroom, with the exception of the three upperclassman in it.
âIt is kind of funny, Satoru.â A soft chuckle left Suguruâs lips, âShe really dislikes you, huh?â
âYeah, I donât think she likes you, Gojo.â
âDonâtâDonât say that! Youâll manifest it into existence! Sheâs just shy!â He failed at an attempt to convince himself.
The two snickered, with Shoko sending a small wink towards Suguru once Gojo put his head down to wallow again. This time, she mouthed something,
âBuy me lunch tomorrow.â
Ah, his wallet was going to suffer, no?
âI guessâŚthereâs always another day to try, right Satoru?â
He wasnât going to end this bet here. No, he was determined to at least win just once. Just so he would earn the satisfaction of Shoko being the one to buy his lunch, just once.
Gojoâs face brightened, âYouâre right! Iâll totally charm her tomorrow!â
And well, maybe also giving his best friend some support along the way.
âDo you guys think she didnât like that water brandââ
Cue the groans telling him to shut up.
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Thoughts on the tragedy of Gojo Satoru and narrative cruelty towards him as of JJK 261.
Some notes before we start.
1) This originally was going to be an analysis about how Gojo is Megumi's dad. Then JJK 261 came out and shattered my heart into millions of pieces.
2) This analysis will briefly deal with suicide.
3) The light novels are canon and provide critical insight to characters and their motivations. I would go as far to say they're the equivalent of Bleach's CFYOW for JJK. I will be citing the official translation from my own copies. There is a fan translation (Book 1 & Book 2), but the syntax is a bit clunky to read. Either version is fine, I just highly encourage reading them.
4) I will be mainly using the TCB scans for the manga because of their accessibility.Â
5) Read the light novels.
(Click pictures for captions/citations.)
Preface
Umineko no Naku Koro ni (When the Seagulls Cry) is a visual novel about a person who is fundamentally misunderstood by those around them. They desperately want to be loved without being perceived, believing themself to be unworthy due to trauma and immutable characteristics given to them at birth. Instead of telling anyone these feelings directly, they play games akin to torture. They torment the ones they love over and over in hopes they'll see through their actions and understand them.
"Without love it cannot be seen."
If you've ever heard of Umineko, you've probably seen this quote. It's the lens in which you are supposed to view the contents of the novel in order to understand the heart behind the actions.
Keep this all in mind as I attempt to answer the following question:
What's wrong with Gojo Satoru?
Short Answer: Being the Strongest. He never got over the trauma inflicted by Toji that was worsened by Geto. And because he's the Strongest, he never sought help for these problems. Iâm not going to explain why this is the case hereâweâre just accepting this as canon for this analysis. How this trauma manifests and affects his interpersonal relationships is the focus here.
Regardless of trauma, Gojo Satoru is a fascinating character in that he is simultaneously a egotistical arrogant dickhead and a deeply caring individual. He's not one or the other, he is both at the same time at all times. Allow me to explain how he pulls this off.
2 Birds 1 Stone
Gojo Satoru is a 2 birds and 1 stone kind of guy. What I mean by this is that Gojo will do 1 thing and have 2 reasons behind it. The reasons often seem contradictory which leads fans and characters to have a polarized view of Gojo based on how they feel about him. If you hate Gojo, you will only see the bad/selfish reason. If you adore Gojo uncritically, you will only see the good/selfless reason.
This is why without love, it (Gojo's heart) cannot be seen.
I will now provide examples of this 2 birds 1 stone action.
Ijichi Kiyotaka
Ijichi and Gojoâs relationship is the best to start with because it teaches you how to read Gojoâs words vs his actions/results. We all know Gojo is very blunt in an rude way. This is at its extreme when heâs with Ijichi as seen in the following panels.
Gojo straight up tells Ijichi heâs useless as a sorcerer in a way that makes him cry. Itâs definitely bullying, but itâs not to torment Ijichi even though it seems that way. Ijichi comes to understand Gojo was just trying to make sure he wouldnât die. This particular scene took place right after Haibara died, Nanami quit, and Geto defected. The harshness is how Gojo is choosing to say âHey I care about your life, but donât get too close to me, I canât handle that.â
Gojo was even kind enough to offer a productive alternative that let him participate in Jujutsu society without risking his lifeâdriving a car and putting up veils.
Still, Gojoâs bullying of him is a lot. It makes Ijichi doubt that Gojo even likes him. Gojo has to spell it out that he trusts Ijichi the most. Ijichi being weak means he cannot betray Gojo like Geto did, therefore Gojo can fully trust him. Still, Gojo is aware his weakness is other people, so as The Strongest, he canât let him in all the way. This leads to him showing affection/care in the most insane ways possible. (Itâs not really a surprise people donât understand him when he uses this plausible deniability model.)
ENTER: JJK Thorny Road at Dawn, Chapter 3 Asakusabashi Elegy
As stated in CFYOW, Gojo is aware of Ijichiâs stress and went out of his way to help him deal with it.
Not only does he recognize the stress and notice he hasn't taken time off for it, but he also pinpoints the reason so well that it moves Ijichi to tears. (Summary of Pages 75-77: He feels guilty for failing Yuji twice. Gojo assures him itâs not his fault and flicks him on the forehead.)
But! Gojo canât be too affectionate. The very next day he piles a good deal of work on Ijichiâs desk he is aware will be stressing him the fudge out. (See Pages 78-79 for full context.)
It should go without saying that treating Ijichi like this is not ok. My point here is to demonstrate that despite being a massive asshole, Gojo does care.
So what did we learn here?
1) Gojo is aware of peopleâs emotional problems to some extent.
(IDing Ijichiâs stress source accurately.)
2) Gojo is aware he is unable to deal with emotional problems on his own so he enlists outside help.
(Having Shoko and alcohol help cheer Ijichi up while he talks to him.)
3) Gojoâs bluntness and flippant behavior is both rude and serves a purpose for the recipient.
(Gojo bullying Ijichi to keep him out of harmâs way.)
4) Gojo packages his affections with cruelty to keep people at a distance.
(Gojo flicking Ijichi on the head while telling him to take it easy. Taking Ijichi for a night out and then burdening him with extra work the next day.)
5) Other people do not understand Gojo and misread his intent all the time.
(It took Ijichi about 10 years to realize Gojo cares deeply about him.)
Nanami Kento
ENTER: JJK Summer of Ashes, Autumn of Dust, Chapter 2: Resurrection Doll
This chapter is so good at fully fleshing out the Gojo Nanami dynamic that I will not be using manga citations for most of this part. Please read it. Or listen to the official audio drama which has been fan translated.
Gojo spends the first half of this chapter messing with Nanami, forcing him to try unique foods and drinks and generally enjoy himself. You know the typical purposeful Gojo bullying. (See Pages 33-38)
Then it gets rather serious when they arrive at their missionâs destination. They have to deal with a grieving mother. Gojo is blunt. Nanami is comforting. (See Pages 47-50)
Whatâs interesting about this interaction is how Gojo reflects on it. He acknowledges how bad he is at dealing with attachment issues that come from grief.
Gojo and Nanami find the culprit and the both of them are quite pissed at how heâs exploiting grief to make a profit. They kind of let him be tortured by the curses that eat his body for a bit before killing him. Gojo makes Nanami do it because he can make him die a human death. (See Pages 50-57)
Even after he has expressed hatred of his man for preying on grieving parents, Gojo still ultimately wants this person to have a proper death. This captures the duality of his inhumanity (torture) and humanity (merciful death) quite well.
The following bar scene ties this all together nicely. (See Pages 58-60 for full context.)
I want to note that it is constantly drawing attention to the sentimentality the both of them feel as they converse about how this particular mission messed with them.
As stated in CFYOW, Gojo believes adults treat their stress with alcohol and conversation. And yet, he denies himself the alcohol.
Gojo denying himself this stress relief seems to be a combination of him being too wary to let down Limitless and not believing he needs it. He's the Strongest and he has to be the Strongest at all times, otherwise someone like Toji will get him.
As stated in CFYOW, Gojo recognizes his students will face trauma similar to himself and Nanami and that as adults they must look out for them.
What's so heartbreaking about this interaction is how Nanami is painfully aware Gojo isn't following his own advice of stress relief and says nothing. In a way it almost reads like Gojo, who knows people see him as a giant child, is asking Nanami to help him too in the most roundabout way possible.
As stated in CFYOW, Gojo deliberately paired Yuji with Nanami because he recognizes he is unfit to keep him emotionally stable. (Also note he refuses to have Yujiâs humanity denied as Sukunaâs Vessel. His concerns are explicitly about Yuji as a kid and nothing else.)
Not only is this for Yujiâs benefit, but for Nanamiâs as well.
As we know, Nanami and Gojo have one thing common: they lost their best friends because they couldnât be there for them. This guilt motivates both their actions as adults. Using that connection through shared grief, Gojo is trying to help Nanami heal from that wound with Yuji.
Why Yuji? Nanamiâs best friend, Haibara, was a cheerful, friendly boy with a big heartâjust like Yuji. He may not be able to replace Haibara, but that familiarity helps Nanami move on. We know this worked because Nanami dies without regrets thanks to Yuji. (All while seeing Haibara too.)
This is called the Nanago Bible for good reason. We have Gojo being an absolute annoying dick to him and then doting on him so targetedly it kind of makes your head spin. Just like Ijichi, Gojo cares but heâs got to bully you first before he shows it. (Totally sane and healthy behavior. /s)
That's why this hurts so much.
This is so cruel. Gojo does all this for Nanami only to be misunderstood by him in the end, and learn that everyone else is the same way.
However, Nanami still cares for him. Like Gojo, Nanami doesn't show affection unless he's being kind of mean. The best example of this is Yuji calling him Nanamin. And to be honest, his whole stern father dynamic with Yuji.
Nanami puts on a show here. He pretends this is pissing him off but he ultimately accepts it.
We've already established that Gojo is unable to fully understand other people. Nanami calling him a pervert/weirdo/self-satisfier was affection and Gojo too misunderstands him. So we're left with that panel of Gojo looking very hurt.
Iori Utahime
Similar to Ijichi, Gojo trusts Utahime because she is weak. And just like Ijichi, Gojo doesnât say âI trust you wonât betray me like Getoâ, he says this:
Not ignoring the misogynistic stint to his bullying of Utahime, Gojo has been doing this for so long that Utahime flat out hates him. Itâs in her official character description. And Gojo is unaware of this because he can't read people well. But you want to know what else is? Her love of sports. (Baseball is one she's really into.)
After the disaster that was the first half of the Goodwill Event, Gojo makes the second half enjoyable for the students and Utahime specifically. 2 birds and 1 stone. Baseball means kids get to enjoy their youth and Utahime gets to have fun with something she genuinely enjoys. And Gojo gets to piss off Principal Yaga and Gakuganji as a treat.
Hopefully you can see the pattern now. Gojo cares for people while also being an absolute menace to keep them at a distance for what he believes to be their own good. And still he craves a direct connection with them. All of it is him failing to cope with Toji and Geto in a healthy way and being The Strongest.
Gojo's Heart
Now that we've established how to read Gojo's actions and words, let's take a look at his heart. What kind of person is Gojo Satoru really under all the posturing?
Other People
Though Gojo likes to act like he's above it all, other people are his weakness. This is not limited to other sorcerers, but the non-sorcerers as well. His attachment to people is so strong that it has been used by each major villain as an exploit. Toji used Gojo's fondness towards Riko to catch him by surprise, both Geto and Kenjaku used his sense of duty towards complete strangers to trap him, and Sukuna used Megumi to throw him off guard.
The Hidden Inventory and Shibuya Incident arcs in particular echo each other in set up and outcomeâKenjaku's plan being a finessed version of Toji's. Gojo panics over Riko and strangers potentially dying with the same expression as his weakness is exploited until he comes up with a solution on the spot. And these solutions ultimately fail to stop the villain from obtaining their goals. The difference between them is how Gojo follows up on the collateral damage. Post-Geto fallout, he starts more directly checking in on the people he potentially hurt.
The follow-up with Ijichi about Shibuya is illuminating. It reiterates that unconsciously Gojo created a domain on the fly that wouldn't be lethal to strangers, and it reveals that his cursed energy itself is hellbent on protecting others. What this indicates is that Gojo's soul is devoted to others. If he didn't care, none of this would be possible.
That being said, Nanami also isn't wrong to call Gojo a Jujutsu Pervert. Gojo does very much get off on fighting to the point where he starts disconnecting from other emotions. Just as the Hidden Inventory and Shibuya Incident showcased how much Gojo cares for other people, the same arcs showcased how unhinged Gojo is when left to his own devices.
He's both caring and a freak at the same time. Polarizing behavior included.
Gojoâs Students
Gojo cares a lot about his students, their enjoyment of life, and their futures. He also wants to change Jujutsu society without senseless bloodshed so he goes out of his way to recruit strong children with potential as his allies (Megumi, Yuta, Yuji, Hikari). Some may think heâs only using the youth for his own purposes. Others may think he just wants to help troubled youths. But itâs both. Gojo is doing both of these things. And boy does he feel immense guilt over it when it goes poorly. See how he handles Yuji "dying".
It should be noted that he still tries to maintain his jokey persona with Shoko and Ijichi while he genuinely gets upset. And he does this by bullying the tar out of Ijichi. (It's really no wonder the poor thing thought Gojo hated him.)
As stated in CFYOW, JJK Summer of Ashes, Autumn of Dust, Chapter 4: Ijichi at Work, Gojoâs style of care is one that is focused on helping the children handle the emotions he couldnât at their age. (See Pages 116-118 for full context.)
Gojo basically finds children who are like himself and tries to make sure they donât wind up like him. This is how he has chosen to cope with his trauma.
You could read this as manipulative and selfish if you find Gojo unbearable. It did turn out poorly in the end. But remember how he forced Nanami to speak of Yuji as a person and not a vessel. And how Gojo discusses with him the fragile hearts of youth and how he wants to prepare them for grief. Gojo is anticipating Jujutsu society ruining their lives and acting preemptively.
Gojo also postures in front of the students. As their pillar of stability, he pretends everything is ok because he's the adult in charge. Look at how quickly he buries his grief when they notice something is up.
And each time he does this, it works. He definitely believes what he says and that does make him annoying. However, the students feel secure because he's promising to take responsibility. When he fails them, he blames himself and no one else. That's the attitude of someone that cares despite most of his students not seeing through his arrogance.
Geto Suguru
It's not up for debate that Gojo was in love with Geto. Gojo 100% was gay for Geto. What is up for debate is whether or not the two of them ever acted on it when they had the chance. I lean towards the interpretation that this love was never realized in life. (Gege is a huge fan of yaoi that ends in tragedy.)
I want to make it very clear, after reading the contents of JJK 261, I believe Geto is the one who failed Gojo the most. He had a fundamental misunderstanding of his best friend so bad that he abandoned him and was shocked that Gojo still loved him in the end. It took him until the afterlife to see that all Gojo wanted was him.
Gojo checking in on him wasn't enough, Gojo not killing him for 10 years even though he could've wasn't enough, Gojo saying something that caused Geto to blush before he killed him wasn't enough, Gojo dying and immediately greeting him first wasn't enough. This is when he finally understands.
Before not denying the fact Geto saw Gojo as a self-satisfying Jujutsu pervert who cared about no one else.
Geto was too consumed by his own trauma and hang-ups to see Gojo with love. He wound up doing the exact same thing he killed non-sorcerers for; putting all the burden of their relationship on the strongest and expecting him to do all the work.
And yet somehow Geto was able to find the love Gojo also deserved. He made a family and was surrounded by people who openly loved him and even understood him. It makes me a little bitter.
At one point Geto did understand Gojo a lot. Enough to be his moral center and sense his suffering. He even accepted Gojo's awful personality when everyone else wouldn't. Since their breakup, Gojo has been mourning him. Every little thing Geto told him to do while they were together is something Gojo incorporated into his life.
Using the personal pronouns "Boku" and "Watashi" over "Ore" to be more polite? Done. Not killing ordinary people, even if they suck, because that would be pointless? Done. Even to the point where he spares most curse users or rehabilitates them. He takes care of Geto's family even after he's dead. Looking after the weak because he's strong? Done until it kills him.
Gojo is chasing after a Geto that no longer exists. These little rituals keep that ghost alive. And they turn out to be super beneficial to other people so let's make it another 2 birds and 1 stone that hides the fact he's grieving.
Gojo's Guts
In summary, Gojo does care about other people despite treating them in bizarre and unpleasant ways that arenât ok. He may be using them as a way to work through his own trauma, but he is also determined to see that they live better lives than himself. 2 birds, 1 stone.
His status as The Strongest isolated him so severely that he was doomed to being misunderstood by everyone he loved. Both because of how Gojo treats them and how they treat his power. (Limitless being the metaphorical and literal barrier between himself and others.)
Gojo wants to give love and be loved but is denied it at every turn. His heart is that of a pathetic sopping-wet cat that pretends it's completely dry.
Narrative Cruelty
The narrative ire for Gojo Satoru cannot be overstated. This person sums it up the best.
After JJK 261, it has become abundantly clear to me that Gojo was intending to die the moment he made the date December 24th (the most romantic day in Japan and the death date of Geto Suguru). He has all this grief and guilt and truly believes that no one living will ever understand or care about him in the way he wants. The only one Gojo believes will understand him is Geto and he wants to be with him. (And that didn't pan out well either.)
Gojo is also refusing to burden the students with being a monster even though they're offering. As an adult he is in the right to do his damndest to make sure the minors in his care don't become as broken as him. He knows being a monster sucks and his whole goal is to put an end to that.
Plus, he blames himself entirely for this situation in the first place. He's taking responsibility by killing the elders to ensure that when he dies, his students don't pay for it. In a way he's correct, failing to kill Geto properly because he loved him is why they're here now. Kenjaku exploited that love to seal him and Gojo knows it.
The Gojo vs Sukuna fight was Gojo effectively committing suicide to be with his one and only love who fundamentally misunderstood him in life and barely understands him even in death. And ironically, the one who kills him is the first and only person relate directly to his suffering and acknowledge him as himself. Sukuna frees Gojo from the title of Strongest and leaves him as Gojo Satoru, appreciating him as the one who cleared his skies.
This is so unbearably cruel it makes my stomach twist just thinking about it.
It's why I want Gojo so desperately to come back to life. I want him to experience love and know that he is loved. I want him to come to terms with his grief and work through it. But we don't get that. He dies and is surrounded by people that barely understand him while claiming to have no regrets.
What's the point of this narrative ire?
Japanese society is largely Buddhist. Detachment, a kind of Stoicism, is a tenant of Buddhism. Emotions are to be let go of. Ideally when they arise, you donât cling to or bury them. A version of this idea from Zen Buddhism manifests in Japanese culture as a mantra known as Suffering in Silence or Gaman. In summary, if you're hurting, you hide it. That's the proper thing to do. It leans much more towards repression of emotions instead of their release/detachment.
JJK deliberately draws inspiration from Buddhist teachings and imagery so I'm assuming Gojo Satoru being the poster child for Suffering in Silence is intentional. Taking everyone's burdens and pretending it's all ok because he's the strongest and that's what you're supposed to do.
He took on most of the burden for protecting Amanai Riko and they both died for it.
He took on the burden of being stronger, going on missions for both Nanami and Geto while they grieved until they both left him.
He took on the burden of raising Megumi and Tsumiki and look at what happened to both of them.
He took on the burden of every student no questions asked, money food, dealing with higher ups, etc and all but 2 of them treat him kindly.
He took on the burden of killing Geto, which Principal Yaga forced onto him when he was 17 and it came back to bite him 11 years later in Shibuya where he took on the burden of dealing with that veil.
This is a cautionary tale demonstrating just how much this kind of mindset can ruin your life. JJK has always been a massive critique of Japanese societal standards. And despite Gojo rebelling against it, the toxic ideas a part of his upbringing are ones he can't let go of for himself. He believes he can't be fixed, so he paves the way for the future generation with all his body and soul.
That's why this is so cruel.
In life Gojo was treated like an object by everyone around him. His clan saw him as a tool for their glory and pushed everything onto him. The higher ups, Yaga, Nanami wanted to push everything onto him and they did when they could. You can say whatever mean thing you want to him because he can clearly handle it. You can assign whatever mission or task because he's reliable as the strongest but not as a person. He gave his life for others and even his body, only to be scorned by those very ones he's helping. (Think back to how he forced Nanami to speak of Yuji as a person and not a vessel. He doesn't want any of his students to be dehumanized like himself.)
Yuta is only person who stopped to ask if Gojo was ok. He's the only one that noticed his status as a monster was eating him alive. He's the only one who had a problem with everyone talking about Gojo's body like a tool. And to help him be less lonely he asked for explicit permission to be the one to desecrate it.
Gojo doesn't want his students to give up their humanity and be lonely or give their lives to win. He's ok with them taking risks if it means they survive (see Megumi). And from what it looks like, Yuta will be the only one to fully understand him (obtaining his memories and all) and then die as the result of it.
So in a cruel twist of irony, Gojo will have one person know him fully as a monster and they will likely die as the result of it, further justifying his self-isolation in the first place. It's a game he always loses no matter how he plays.
Sukuna wasn't really wrong when he called Kashimo greedy for wanting Love and Strength. With how their society is structured, they really can't have both.
Note: I'm leaving Yuji out of this because he had no idea this was the plan and always saw Gojo as his teacher first, aka a person. This is also his general reaction to Gojo going things alone.
There's still more...
I also want to note Shoko's reaction here is another instance of Gojo not understanding those around him. From her first official character profile it's noted that Shoko has finally quit smoking for 5 years because Utahime asked her to.
Now what is Shoko doing in that panel and during the entire fight? Smoking. She's just mirroring Gojo's own behavior towards her. Pretending everything is ok and saying nothing of her true feelings. After getting blown off emotionally by both Geto and Gojo as a teenager, Shoko gave up on reaching them.
Gojo did this to her for over a decade and she's doing it back to him. Not because they want to me mean to each other, they just don't know how else to deal with their own trauma. To an extent the other students are doing the same. They're just being like their Sensei.
Gojo went out on a suicide mission believing only Yuta and Yuji cared about him in life as a person. (Megumi's getting his own post and believe me it's not fun.) The 2 most empathetic characters were able to let him know they saw his heart. With love it was seen. Other people cared and didn't show it or they flat out treated him like an object. Gojo is both at fault and not at fault for this.
It hurts me a lot and it's very cruel, but I think this has severed its purpose. If you don't tell people how you feel, they'll never know. Emotions will eat you from the inside out and no one will notice because on the surface you look ok. There aren't a lot of people like Yuta who will take the time to look for your heart, so it's better to outright show it. Don't put off grief, it will consume you.
Gege Akutami...when I get you...
Another prominent theme of Umineko is how poorly readers treat the creators of the story they are experiencing. Often times fans will say and wish horrible things on the author when the story they like doesn't go the way they want it to. You're free to feel upset by how this story's direction and critique it to your hearts content, but please remember Gege is a person too. Don't do to Gege what everyone else has done to Gojo.
Remember: "Without love, it cannot be seen."
However JJK ultimately concludes, I make you this promise.
"This game story will not have a happy ending."
#cactus yaps#I kind of hate everyone but Sukuna Yuta and Yuji for how they've treated Gojo. But also I understand. He is a lot.#I don't think I've been this tormented over a character's fate since Sephiran Fire Emblem.#It's ok in my delusions Gojo will be free. If his body is desecrated then I will treasure his memory.#I'm also extremely worried Yutajo is going to be eaten by Sukuna. That'll really make me cry.#gojo satoru#ijichi kiyotaka#nanami kento#geto suguru#okkotsu yuta#jjk spoilers#jujutsu kaisen#jjk 261#Read Umineko btw.
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â´ sucker for (my) sweetheart !! â§â.ŕż
summary After the Valentine's shift at work, you surprise Gojo with some sweets you've received to share. Despite his jealousy, he could never resist something as sweet as you! pairing high school!gojo satoru x f!reader tags pining, fluff, down bad & kinda jealous! satoru warnings implications of explicit thoughts/dreams about the reader word count 1k links collection ; taglist
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Satoru was already thinking about you when you suddenly entered the classroom. Initially, his shoulders tensed at the sound of the door slamming open but relaxed as soon as he saw your figure leaning against it. With an exhausted groan, you drag your body into your chair, leaning your head back as you let the many bags you were holding drop from your hands to the floor.
Satoruâs eyes were having a hard time when the inevitable desire to look at your face and the curiosity to take a peek into the bags overcame him.
âWhatâs all this?â
âGifts from work,â you sighed, sitting up again as you rested your head on your arms, mumbling the rest of your words with closed eyes as the tension and stress were finally exiting your body.
âValentineâs shift, yâknow,â you rummaged through one of the pink gift bags you had received, mindlessly pulling out a box of chocolates.
âI wanted to share them with you.â
A noise left Satoru, one that he attempted (but terribly failed at) to hide by clearing his throat.
âOh? Is that so?â he deflected, trying to distract from the blush on his face and the sudden sweating of his hands with some overly flirtatious comments. (As usual.)
âYou sure this isnât just some excuse you made up to get me some Valentine's candy?â
You roll your eyes at him, finally sitting up properly, turning yourself to face him as you place the box in your lap and carefully open it.
âDonât be ridiculous, I already asked Suguru and Haibara if they wanted some as well, but there were just too many. I have a bunch of them left.â
âIâm the third?!â Satoru gasped, earning him another eye roll and a small kick against his shin.
âStop pretending to be offended and open your mouth.â
The comment about how he wasnât just pretending to be offended dies down quickly at the sight in front of him. A small heart-shaped praline, topped with some pink strawberry-flavoured flakes, stretched out to him in between your fingers.
After fully processing this view, he leaned forward, making sure to let his lips touch the tips of your fingers just delicately enough to be seen as accidental.
Unlike the usual âslightly annoyed to neutral at bestâ-looks youâd have on your face when talking to him, he was now met with a soft smile as you watched him chew. With the same hand, you put one into your own mouth, he wasnât sure if his mind was playing tricks on him, but it seemed that your fingers lingering on your lips.
Satoru swallowed both the lump in his throat and the candy.
He was definitely having dreams about this later.
âSo youâre getting candy from other guys now?âÂ
âOther guys? Canât recall you getting me any Valentine's candy.â
Satoru pouted, âWell, yeah but I buy you candy like every other day, if anything thatâs even more heartfelt. I buy them for you because I truly care about you. Not just because of some capitalist made-up holiday.âÂ
You chuckled a little, holding out another chocolate for him to eat. âCorrection. You drag me to go candy shopping with you and let me ask for samples for you because youâre a scared baby.â
âI am not scared to ask for samples, Iâm just scared theyâre poisoned or something!â He murmurs while chewing.
âSo you let me get poisoned!?â You pull the piece you were holding out to him back, offended but satisfied as you watch the devastation on his face when he ultimately bites down on nothing.
âOf course not!â He smiles sheepishly, reaching for your wrist to fulfil both his craving for sweets and physical contact with you.Â
âI just trust your taste âs all,â he speaks lowly, his sunglasses covered eyes gazing up at yours as his mouth is still so close to your hand you can basically feel his breath on the tips of your fingers.
But before the blush could fully form, the shift in his tone hits you like a brick to the face as he leans back and speaks in his annoyingly overly flirtatious tone again.
âI mean you must have good taste if you choose to spend your Valentine's evening with me.âÂ
âNeed I remind you that I went to two other guys first?â You tease.
It happens all at once, the screeching of his chair moving, the thump of his hand against your desk. Heâs leaning in close, between his pushed down glasses and the white tips of his hair his eyes meet yours.
Without breaking the intense stare, his hand reaches for the box in your lap, effortlessly picking up a piece of chocolate before holding it to your lips.
âYeah but in the end youâre with me, arenât you?â
i wanted to start this off with something light and cute, but im honestly so excited to expand this universe and share the ideas i've been working on with all of you
thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy! If you're interested in more of this dynamic then please check out "Tales of the Cursed!"
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DIABLO CH2 - TOJI FUSHIGURO
content: techbro billionare!toji, reader is gojo's little sister, age gap (toji's in his mid 30s, reader in mid 20s) kind of ooc toji, suggestive themes, no smut yet. protective!toji and also asshole!toji. warnings: 18+ only. suggestive themes. explicit language, references to being roofied. toji being toji. minors do not interact. pairing: toji fushiguro x afab gojo!reader word count: 8k tags: @liitlesushi a/n: ok so this might be longer than I anticipated and also semi slow burn. it'll be worth it, trust. summary: It's Gojo's anniversary party, you're doomed by your Satoru's whims, haunted by your father's scheming, and now a devilish third player appears: Toji Fushiguro. And he's here to collect.
Toji opens his eyes, manually focusing on the ceiling above him. The strange pattern spun in slow circles, and then it settled.
This bed is not his own. The pillow feels too flat under his head, which is throbbing painfully. He feels like a dozen horses ran over him. A voice, distinctly female, unnecessarily loud, makes him wince and curse under his breath.
â... If I agree, and I havenât, youâre not picking my outfit. Know that .â
This is unlike him. He canât remember a thing. The one good thing about not recognizing the bed is that heâs not gonna have to deal with a strange woman in his placeâ
âBecause your conception of whatâs socially acceptable to wear to a formal function is not tethered to earthly reality, Satoru.â
Oh.
Itâs you .
Youâre on the phone, standing by floor-to-ceiling windows. The sunlight casts off your ring like white laser when you turn, blinding him.
âMorninââ he croaks, pushing himself to sit against rough the rattan bed frame. The room moves from side to side, like youâre both stuck in a boat, and not in one of Haibara's many guest rooms. Itâs all coming back to him, the party, watching you and your boyfriendâs fight, the deckâ
âOh. Hey, buddy.â you say idly, looking over your shoulder as you sit on the other side of the bed, your ring-covered finger tying some slutty sandals around your ankles like some kind of shibari countess. The strap of your top falls as you lean over. Tojiâs buffering.
His ears must be fucking deceiving him.Â
Buddy?
The fuck?
He canât for the life of him remember anything after the deck. Youâre zooming through the room, texting furiously. On top of that, you look fresh and plump like lettuce out of the fridge, donât you? But he had to blink several times to break through the layer of crust around his eyelashes, and his body is telling him you two fucked like animals for the past 12 hours.
Or he spent the weekend in the trenches.Â
He feels wildly unprepared for this morning after, and itâs a just fucking relief that youâre keeping your distance until you start tap tap taping your little heels to the door.
âThe hell do you think youâre goinâ?â
You stop, surveying him over your shoulder like heâs coming close to being some sort of inconvenience.Â
And then the corner of your lips lifts, the mole on your cheek jumping with the motion.
âIt was fun.â Your phone starts ringing again. The sound drills a hole into Tojiâs temples. âToo bad that it never happened.â
With that, youâre gone.Â
You abandon Toji with a bunch of unconscious people scattered around the house and Haibara, whoâs still young enough to not know what a real hangover is. The kid will just not shut up about some hardcore surveillance system he had installed around the house recently after he noticed someone was stealing from his Kaws collection.
Toji listens to the whole story, sipping on the cold pressed green juice Haibara made himself, simply refusing to use the crystal straw, and makes a promise to himself. Youâll pay for whatever it is you did to him.
Even if he doesnât remember what that was. Yet. It doesnât matter. Youâll pay anyway. Nicely.Â
âSay, kid.â he asks Haibara, licking the green foam off his lips and putting down the empty glass on the counter. The juice tasted just like it looks, which is cow puke, but his mind is somewhere else. Machinating. Scheming.Â
âThis system of yours, does it cover the whole house?â
Hereâs the thing.
There are many things Toji isnât.Â
For starters, heâs not easily bothered by most things, a trait that people usually mistake for a personal attack, like it has anything to do with them and isnât just the hand that he was dealt. People assume others, in this case him, think about them more than he can be bothered to.Â
Heâs not a control junkie either, not anymore. He left those days behind.
Control isnât something he needs to worry about anymore. He has plenty of it. If something gets out of line, it gets back on it automatically. Thatâs just the way life is. Sure, he had his vices back then; lactose, gambling, adrenaline, women.Â
But the thing is, you learn a few things with age, right? Shiny things lose their sparkle. The excitement wears off. Nothing is safe from becoming predictable, not even the rush of hearing bone crack under his fists or the juiciest, tightest pussy presented to him on a tray.
And this sheds a light on the fact that heâs way past the age of being pussy whipped.
âYou cannot be serious.â
So why the fuck is Shiu Kong looking at him like that?Â
And who does he think he is standing next to him, all up on his screen, and mind you, only alive thanks to the fact that Toji has lost some edge from his gory days?
He shuts down the tab like a kid who got caught watching porn on the family PC.
âYou listen to me. Donât you ever fucking do thatââ
âThe Gojo kid?âÂ
Tojiâs eyebrows dig into his face because youâre certainly not a kid. No. Kids donât look like that. Kids most certainly don't go around passing people horse tranquilizer or whatever the fuck it is you fed him with that glossy mouth of yours.
And thatâs what you did. Thatâs as far as he can remember.Â
âIs that whatâs beenââ
âIâm gonna stop you before you say some dumb shit and piss me off any further.â
Shiuâs been pestering him for days now about the upcoming iteration and the threat of several deadlines. Toji has been brushing it off. No nagging back or shutting down his complaints.Â
Somehow, his silence only pushes the stick further up Shiuâs ass. Like heâs his sexually neglected wife of 40 years.
Truth is, he hasnât given the dynamic with his CFO/best friend much thought lately. Why would he when thereâs an infuriating, mouthy woman with siren eyes that somehow look down at him even when heâs about two heads taller thanâÂ
You.
ââstalking the poor girl on the desktop version of Instagram.â
Toji returns to the conversation. âI donât stalk people. Iâm a grown-ass man.â
And youâre not a girl either. Youâre something else. He hasnât figured what yet.
âMm. So am I.â Shiu says, still standing there with his hands in his pockets, head tilting down at some forgotten paperwork on his desk. âAnd even I know looking at someoneâs profile on a desktop computer is a concerning level of unemployment, which youâre not at. Yet.âÂ
Tojiâs not that thick-headed. He knows heâs been distracted, but he canât just brush that night at Haibara's away.
You pop up in his head unannounced and make yourself comfortable, rent fucking free. Like a little squatter. In the middle of meetings, when he's driving back home, at the gym, when heâs at the club with a gorgeous woman on his lap.Â
Itâs becoming so frustrating that heâs started to despise you for real, and not just the made-up version of yourself he created when he met you and decided you were an ill-mannered bunny that he wanted to toy with for a bit.
In this scenario, of course, he was a wolf.
No one ever talks about how sometimes the bunny knocks the wolf out and bolts the morning after.
Days pass and his mind is blank of memories, no glimpses, no time-stopping sex flashbacks, just a bunch of strange vivid dreams about you that would make any mid-century french cult film director weep and the Soviet Union recoil. They distract him to the point of him nearly knocking the front teeth off his trainerâs face, or spilling orange juice all over his clothes this morning.
Tojiâs positive you didnât fuck. Sure, you had a bit of bed hair, but your face lacked the I-was-fucked-by-the-Toji-Fushiguro glaze he's used to seeing in women and takes pride in. You looked perfectly fine, collected enough to be giving your dimwit brother hell on the phone and fuck with him before disappearing.
It was fun.
He was also wearing underwear, and you walked just fine. No wobbly legs or tilted hips. No bruises on your neck or scratches on his backâÂ
Too bad that it never happened.
You had shared a bed, that much he knew. He caught a whiff of your perfume after you left. He had cursed you then, feeling like a pathetic fucking dog sniffing up some pillows, but now the confusion and annoyance faded to a curiosity that extends past the time in his head he gives to the best lays heâs had.Â
So today he put up an incognito tab and looked you up hoping to find something annoying, corny or pathetic about you to make you unappealing, and somehow he landed on your personal IG profile.Â
You posted a set of pictures three days ago of meaningless corners at some random location. The fourth picture is a snap of what looks like your desk. Thereâs a polaroid of you and your fiancĂŠ next to a stack of notebooks.
Youâre standing in front of him, leaning your head to the side with his chin resting nice and cozy on your shoulder, his nose pressed against your neck. Toji's lip curled in distaste.
He found your twitter account as well, because why not? And found nothing of particular interest. You stick to promoting your work and that's the end of it. Other people in your circle, on the other handâŚ
Toji went through a twitter phase not too long ago. He found endless amusement in pissing people off with less than 140 characters and replying to those who enjoyed his work. He uninstalled the app the second he found people selling mugs with screencaps of his tweets.Â
Safe to say the decision made Shiuâs and the PR team quite happy.Â
Heâs out of the loop with the overall discourse, but itâs clear that you have farmed your own dedicated micro following online and your boyfriend is some kind of A24 flowerboy on the rise.Â
Toji heard of him before meeting you. His newfound success is the byproduct of his dreamy looks, a melancholic breakout role and the occasional activism, something that's been often questioned due to his relationship with you, and the consequential ties to your family.
Both of you, as a couple, act like viagra for a very specific, insufferable and presumptuous crowd. Theyâre hyper-focused on the fact that you havenât posted him on your stories for weeks, that Hiroki allegedly deleted some posts with you on Instagram, and that he's been caught dreamily staring at his female co-star during press conferences.
Why people choose to waste their time with their noses up stranger's ass is something Toji does not understand, life being as short as it is.
âPlease tell me thatâs not her twitter account,â Shiu says. Toji inhales sharply. âThis is more pathetic than I thought. No wonder you havenât gotten anything done in days.â
He kills the rest of the tabs, spitting over his shoulder âI canât very well do my fucking job if youâre breathing over my fucking shoulder, can I? You know how I fucking feel about people standing behind me when Iâm trying to get shit done.â
âTwitchy .â Shiu notes and takes his sweet time walking around his desk, plopping down on the chair.
âYep, take a seat, why donât you.â Toji grumbles.
Shiu drums his fingers against his knee, a sign that heâs craving a cigarette, surveying him.
âSo Iâm gonna take a leap of faith here and assume this is some kind of executive-level scheming, and youâre just exploiting a vulnerability.â
Tojiâs face twists like he sucked on a lemon at the mere thought of it.Â
âYou know damn well the day I do business with that old cunt will be the day your ex-wife comes clean about what she did at that yoga retreat in Bali and asks for forgiveness.â
âFigures. So?â
âYouâd probably take her back. Fucking cuck.â
âShe really got under your skin, didnât she?â Shiu notes, unbothered by the unprovoked attack.Â
Toji sniffs, comes down from the spike of anger, and finds a more comfortable position on his chair.
âShe owes me.â
Shiu leans his head back, mildly amused.Â
âYou adding usury to your ledger now?â
âNot money.â
âAlright then, I donât want to know.â
Lies. But Shiu knows better than to push too much. Tojiâs the type to hoard details not because heâs afraid of compromise, just to be an asshole.Â
Itâs refreshing to see him almost⌠desperate. If you were anything like your brother, Shiu thought, you might be just the perfect little karma agent for his best friend.
âFine. You get that business sorted. Youâre no use to me if youâre distracted.â
âYou worry about sorting your own business and Iâll worry about mine, Kong.â
Shiu stands up, fighting back a smile until he opens the door, stopping at the sight of Tojiâs assistant about to knock.
âWhat is it?â Toji asks, scratching his eyebrow, already exhausted.
Keiko looks down at the tablet in her hands, hesitant.
âThe team at Gojo Corp has reached out, sir. It seems Gojo Shinobu would like to invite you to dinner next week.â
The look on Shiuâs face as he slowly turns to face him is priceless. Toji rests his elbows on his desk, a sinister smile pulling at his scar.
âWell, isnât that interesting?â
âInteresting indeed.â Shiu agrees. Keiko eyes them skeptically, because her boss smiling like that cannot mean anything good for society, or her sleep schedule.
âI better get to work then, eh?â
âAnytime would be nice, yes.â Shiu says, turning to Keiko. âI guess Iâll finally find out about Bali, then.â
So you might be thinking, look at him backtracking like that.Â
Donât get him wrong, itâs nothing like that.
Tojiâs sitting across from Gojo Shinobu, the man, the myth, the bigot himself, with absolutely no intention of making business with him.
Heâs just sniffing the territory.
In person and up close, Shinobu's a disturbing aged mix of you and your brother: the hair and the uncanny valley eyes went to him, but the eyebrows, the slope of his nose, itâs you. Even the handshake, firm and tight like a war general, reminds Toji of you.
Gojo Shinobuâs old as the fucking bible. His eyes are graying, eyelids sagging but it's clear that grandpa's still sharp.
For the record, Toji doesnât like the old fart. He represents many things that he despises about older generations, and his business model is one of the many reasons for the country living in the past, but heâs not about to get political.Â
Not liking Gojo Shinobu doesn't mean he has no respect for him, so heâs honest and immediately shuts down the proposal of Gojo Corp. being involved in future Diablo releases.
Dignified, not happy, but never one to accept a no, Shinobu just smiles, brushes his beard like a Ghibli villain, and switches the subject.
Alcohol involved and pretending to put business talk aside, the conversation flows easily. Your father has a surprisingly entertaining dry sense of humor. Toji supposes you stop giving a shit when you have one foot in the grave, he also imagines the borderline cruel wit had something to do with your mother getting knocked up with you at the peak of her career as an actress and sex symbol.
âI hear you have a kid.â
âTwo.â Toji corrects, remembering that heâs supposed to pick up Tsumiki in an hour. Ballet class. Sheâs getting rather serious about it. âA girl and a boy.â
âAh, good balance.â Shinobu nods with a knowing smile. âThey listen to you? How old are they?â
â15 and 16. And they do.â
They donât, because theyâre teenagers, not soldiers. Megumi and Tsumiki are good kids, certainly better than he was at their ages, they donât need him ordering them around, watching their every step.
âDangerous, dangerous age.â your father hums. âYou make sure they do that, save yourself the bitterness in the future.â
Damn. Alright. Toji lifts his eyebrows and leans back, listening. Thatâs all it takes.
âYouâd be surprised. You get a little too light handed, and a perfect sapling can get ruined just like that.â he snaps his fingers. âItâs harder to straighten them up as they grow up.â
Toji takes a long, good sip, fighting back a chuckle. He has no concerns when it comes to who or how people choose to fuck, but the blatant homophobia is always amusing.
âAnd then they gang up on you.â Shinobu scoffs. Toji can imagine you and your brother scheduling a year worth of publicly terrorizing Shinobu. âNo wife? You raising them on your own?â
âI am.â
âGood man. Itâs hard, honest work. Make sure you look for a good one to settle with, not all of them are in touch with their motherly instinct.â
His assistant comes in, tells him someone has arrived, and Shinobu makes a noise with his nose or mouth that reminds Toji of an exasperated horse.
âTake the advice from me. You seeââ
He leans over the table, brushes his beard.Â
âIf, and I am not wishing this upon you, your daughter comes of age andâ after years of picking up and dropping all sorts of interests with no interest in commitment,"
He pauses, chuckling humorlessly.
"âcomes to the conclusion that she wants to waste her life playing with cameras and hanging out with gender-bending creatives,â
The word is said with so much despise Toji feels like there should be a new phobia for it.
âYou have to sit down and choose whatâs more important; letting her waste her potential away, or being in her good graces. More often than not it canât be both, thatâs just how it is.â
Perhaps Toji hasnât given you enough credit. You couldâve ended up a lot worse than you are. Knocking him out was nothing. You couldâve chopped him up, kept his dismembered body in your fridge, and heâd see where you're coming from.
âBut when she tells you she wants to let some vulture into your family and make him blood, you take matters into your own hands.â he nods firmly, like itâs Toji heâs mad at, and finally looks over his shoulder, nostrils flared.
Asaya Hiroki approaches the table. Jetlagged eyes, tail between his legs.
âFushiguro, this is Asaya Hiroji, my daughterâs boyfriend.â
Hiroki looks like he has half a mind to correct him on either the name or relationship status but heâs too fond of keeping his head attached to his body.
Hirokiâs pretty. Toji canât compete in that department. He looks like he puts sugar and milk on his tea and smashes the china on the floor when heâs told he canât have more, like a psychotic puppy.Â
In other words, you make sense together.Â
You like to look at pretty things so your boyfriendâs cute. No harm in acknowledging that, though he remembers Tsumiki mentioning that when noses dip down like that it means thereâs some kind of prosthetic.Â
And if you pay attention, really read between the lines of his 90âs film heartthrob face, somethingâs off with him, isnât it?
But what does he care? A nose job is no crime. Hiroki has other flaws to offer. For example, he has a rather shitty way of hiding the fact that heâs doing something heâs not supposed to.Â
Perhaps, even, going behind someoneâs back.
And the guy calls himself an actor.
Satisfied with the results of what he thought would be a waste of an afternoon, he excuses himself. Heâll be just in time to get to Tsumikiâs class before itâs done and have the other kidsâ moms and nannies ogle at him. Tsumiki hates it when he does that.
âDonât be a stranger, Fushiguro. Iâd like to keep this channel between us open. I hope to see you at the anniversary party.â
âPardon?â Toji stops, surprised.
âThe companyâs anniversary party this Friday,â Shinobu says, like itâs obvious. âIâd like you to meet my son, and well, youâre already acquainted with my daughter.â
Hirokiâs round bobba eyes follow him all the way to the grand crystal doors. Toji has the distinct feeling that he was just part of Shinobu taking matters into his own hands.Â
Heâs both disturbed and impressed. He never mentioned meeting you, and heâs pretty damn sure that this detail didnât slip from your lips either.
Â
Every year the company throws an anniversary party, and you and your brother and every high-level employee have to attend and listen to your fatherâs rendition of why diesel was better and how youâre all wimps for being born after the extinction of smallpox.Â
The one year that you didnât attend, because you were stuck in Norway with a canceled flight, your father spent exactly 11 months reminding you of it like you had any say in the weather conditions of the North Sea.
Tonight might be his last speech as chairman, since heâs about to step down from his position after growing health concerns. The company has gone all out; live music, huge venue, ice sculptures, people are dancing. They've put so much effort your father's probably more annoyed than anything.
Suguru approaches you at the empty family table and sits down next to you with a knowing smile, like he's thinking the same thing as you while you're watching people waltz. Heâs looking as handsome as ever, you just miss the bangs framing his face.
âSo, when do you think heâs going to publicly execute the medical staff that diagnosed him with Alzheimerâs?â
âProbably after he declares war on Gretha Thunberg.â
Youâre wary. He might have everyone convinced, but itâs not like him to step down quietly. Your instincts are telling you to expect shenanigans tonight, and theyâve never once failed you.
âSeems too good to be true, donât you think?â you say, eyeing the crowd. âI donât know how Satoruâs so cool about it.â
Suguru sighs, craning his neck. âI wouldnât say he is.â
And thatâs when your brother slams his palm on the table, making you jump in your seat. He leans over the two of you, eyeing the room like itâs the school cafeteria and heâs the king of prom.
And he kind of is. Today your father will officially name him his successor, so the sour look in his face makes you and Suguru share a look.
âDo you see Hideo Kojima on steroids hanging out with Nanamin? I guess next year weâll have the Yakuza on the jazz band.â
You laugh, only half weirded out. Suguru looks up at your brother, confused.
âWho? â
âToji Fushiguro. â Satoru drawls, icily amused, and your neck turns so fast Suguru worries itâll break. âAnd his underling.â
Remember your intuition? Red sirens start ringing in your head, and the edges of your vision start staining in with a deep burgundy color.
What on earth is heâ
âDad invited him.â Satoru says, still not sitting down, still scanning the room with deadly eyes. You feel the urge to look around and pinpoint his exact location, but you wait for him to point with his chin. âTheyâve been seeing each other. Mimosas and manicures, I heard.â
You find him across the room, several tables between you, just over the elevated candles in the middle of your table, talking with Nanami and some man you donât recognize.Â
You fight the weak but sensible urge to look away when he suddenly turns to your table and lifts his glass in your direction, like he felt the shit talking from a distance.
The room is vast, but you recognize the feeling of his eyes looking straight at you. Your brother is too occupied cursing under his breath while he mockingly lifts his glass to notice you gulping.
âYou think dadâs hitting that?â
You try not to gag. âYouâre sick.â
âCause someone will owe me a loooot of money if thatâs the case.â he taunts. You both placed a bet on whether your father is bisexual or not years ago. âLook at him, standing there like heâs threatening to swipe all the fertile wives in the room. Freak.â
You snort. A bit of your goes down the wrong pipe, Suguru helpfully pats your back.
âYou better hold on to yours then.â
âNah, heâs locked in. Ainât cha , babes?â
You roll your eyes, feeling Suguru shake his head with a lovesick smirk. Your brother replies with a wink, lazily dropping his weight on the chair next to you, like you need to be in the middle of all that.
You lean back, stretching your neck and stranding up. âOk, you can back up a little. Itâs embarrassing enough to be matching with you.â
Satoru stretches his arm over your now empty seat. Theyâve been purposefully keeping a distance, him and Suguru, people assume itâs for appearances' sake, but you know them better than that. Theyâre playing some game tonight, and youâd rather pluck out your lashes one by one than learn the details.
âAnd I distinctly remember asking you to stop feeding into those fucked up theories online about me terrorizing you as a child, but you had to take those creepy family portraits with the heads cut off. We donât always get what we want, sis.â
And donât you know that. Tonight was stressing enough without 6â something with a lip scar, ever so subtly following with his eyes as you make your way around the party. Not too obvious for an outsider to notice, but just enough to make the exposed hairs at the back of your neck stand up.
Youâre a little too energized. Like too many shots of espresso and Ritalin after an allnighter.
It makes no sense to start feeling threatened by Toji Fushiguro tonight, when heâs in your territory, but you do.Â
But you werenât raised under the same roof as Gojo Shinobu and Gojo Satoru to be so easily intimidated, so you mingle, let people stop you for quick, boring catch ups and questions about being excited about your brother and what-have-you-been-up -tos, even those whose faces or names you canât recall.
You smile, entertain and even ask people about their whereabouts, until youâre out of social battery for the rest of the season.
âTook you long enough.â you say, making a point of not looking at him.
His voice comes closer than you expected or feel sane about. Smooth and dark, in through your left ear.
âPatience is a virtue, havenât you heard?â
His presence is more unnerving than you geared up for, and just like the first time, a shiver cuts through you. Something urges you to move and take a step sideways, out of the magnetic pull around him.Â
You finally take him in. Tailored tuxedo, slightly tousled black hair that you know for a fact is unfairly soft, exuding confidence. Never in your life had you encountered someone as infuriating and intoxicating as him.
âSo, are you my new stepdaddy?â
A slap to his face wouldâve stunned him less. Hell, he mightâve enjoyed it. You donât give him a chance. His pants have no business getting tighter from that fucking question. Toji buffers again.
âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me.â
He hums, hands in his pockets.
âDepends.â
You tilt your head.
âYou into that kind of thing?â
You scoff, dismissive as always, but suspiciously purse your lips to one side before taking a sip of your drink. Perhaps gatekeeping a chuckle.
Head held high, nose up in the air. Toji takes your profile in. The light bouncing off the high points of your face, the deliberate, doll-like curl of your lashes, the soft slope of your neck and the dips and curves of your shoulders. Your dress painted a nice image in his head of your body from afar, so he refrains from going past your collarbones like the honorable man that he is.
âWhat? No backtalk? Iâm disappointed.â
âI didnât expect to see you any time soon.â
âLike I said, patience is a virtue.â
You roll your eyes and laugh dismissively. âYou donât believe that.â
âBold assumption.â he counters. âI wanted to see how long youâd last entertaining guests, but then your right eye started twitching and I suppose took some pity on you.â
âArenât you an empath.â
âEven to those who donât deserve it.â
Your chin quivers, but you keep the smile to yourself with a quick sigh. Toji could look down at the way your chest rises and drops, but heâs not in a rush here.Â
âWhy are you here?â
âIs that any way to speak to a guest? Iâm sure Shinobu raised you better than that.â
Name dropping your father gets the exact reaction he was hoping for.
âWhy are you here?â you repeat, enunciating slowly, but the words you want to say are don't fuck with me right now.
But youâre too precious for him to deny himself the pleasure. Not when your eyebrows tremble like that.Â
âYour father was kind enough to invite me. It wouldâve been rude to turn him down.â
âYouâre not here to entertain him. Heâs stepping down soon and you canât stand him.â
âDoesnât mean that I donât respect him. Why else would I waste a perfectly nice friday night surrounded by a bunch of suck ups? Are you suggesting I have some ulterior motive?â
Your squint at him, like you donât believe he has the guts to say it.
âDid you perhaps assume Iâm here forâŚÂ you?â
Toji wonders if your silence has anything to do with the white haired manchild looking your way for the second time.
âWe do have something to settle. You owe me something, if I remember correctly.âÂ
âI think youâre mistaking me for someone else.â
âNice try. An explanation, does that ring any bells?âÂ
Your head snaps up to him, the wisps of hair hanging from the sides of your face flow with the movement. The tip of your nose and your cupidâs bow catch the light, if he couldnât see your face this close heâd mistake that for sweat.Â
Heâs reminded of how you looked at the deck in contrast to the sight of you right now. A sheer layer of sweat was covering your skin, your plump thighs spilling on the wood surface, he'd kept his hands in his phone and held on to his own sanity.
âWhat is there to explain? Nothing happened.â
Toji tilts his head. âLying is a bad, bad thing,âÂ
âWe didnât do anything, Fushiguro.â you insist, lowering your voice. Toji looks over your head, bored with your attempts at gaslighting. ��If youââ
âYou wanna dance?âÂ
The nonchalant act drops, you unconsciously lean back and open your mouth like thereâs not enough air in the room. Toji smiles at your hesitation, cold and challenging.
âItâs in your best interest.â
âHow?â
âBecause the old cunt that kept kissing your hand earlier is coming our way and Iâm about to leave you alone with himâ he lies and you donât dare look over your shoulder to check, not wanting to risk making eye contact with the slimmy fucker.
Itâs a bad idea. Being near Toji is a bad idea, dancing with him is the equivalent of putting on a vest bomb. Your father is somewhere in the room and your brother might act aloof but not a single interaction of his interest is going unnoticed.Â
Putting your hand in his is a bad, bad idea. The worst. But you suspect figuring out Toji Fushiguroâs intentions will take some compromise on your part, so you donât hesitate when you grab his hand.
With his arm around you, he's reminded of a particularly striking dream he had about you days ago. The first thing he did when he woke up from it was open his app notes and write two words, perverse angel.
Now he knows it was actually deja vu; you close your eyes for a bit, the breathing image of reminiscing. This isnât your first time in his arms.
The melody gets rather slow. You hold yourself with all the poise of a reluctant little heiress, defiant but serene as you look at him, arm resting over his.
While heâs growing quite fond of the sight of your neck exposed, heâd rather find the main pin and let your hair down. Let you get comfortable, not taut like you are in his hold.
âYou look like a tall pint of guinness.â
Toji could do this all night. Just watch your expression drop, annoyance pinch at your temples.
One ankle betrays you, but heâs not about to let that happen. The arm around your waist keeps you steady, moving along with him. His grip is firm, but not overpowering.
âYouâre an asshole.â You say like you just discovered it tonight.
Heâs right. You know it and you hate that he described it so right. Youâre dressed in a black, sleek and form fitting dress that goes down to your ankles and the top is made of an off-shoulder white band that wraps around your shoulders.
Toji laughs with that shark grin of his, his scar stretching.Â
âThereâs nothing wrong with it.â He adds helpfully, hand coming up to straighten the white fabric around your left shoulder. The air turns colder with the absence of his arm, but it returns to the spot in no time. âWouldnât have been my first choice, granted, but itâs a lovely dress. Perfect for a night at the pub, watching the game with the boys.â
âI think Iâll pass on the unsolicited fashion advice, thanks.â
âCome on. You can never go wrong with a red dress.â he counters, eyes dropping briefly. You wrinkle your nose, he takes offense. âWhat?â
âNot my styleâ you shrug.
âNow thatâs just tragic.â
âIf it makes you feel better, Iâll make sure to wear one to your funeral.â
The couples closest to you turn with different looks of controlled distaste. Toji laughs heartily, head thrown back and everything.Â
âIâll hold you to that. I might just return just to see it with my own eyes.â
âNot sure doors open both ways in hell, but hey, more power to you.âÂ
âSo you wanna hear my theory?â
You sigh. âNothing happened, Toji. I mean it.â
What a terrible liar you are.
âI think you had a little alcohol in you, were fresh off a fight with your boyfriend, and just couldnât help yourself because you have a thing for problems.â
You nod sarcastically. âAnd of course, youâre the problem in question.â
âWell, yes.â he blinks. âAnd also, you donât have half the self control you believe you have. So you freaked out and put me to sleep to stop yourself from doing something you thought you might regret.â
This is how it was. You had forgotten the rush, despite replaying time and time again your past conversations. Interacting with Toji Fushiguro is like playing five finger fillet, thrilling and grueling and high risk, but itâs a whole other thing with people around you. You canât let up, all your senses need to be on guard.
âArenât you too old to be throwing a fit because I gave you more than you could handle?â
Tojiâs eyes dig into yours, a hint of amusement and something else.
âHereâs a piece of advice: choose your words very, very carefully. They might come back to haunt you. â
âIt never happened. And it wonât.â You repeat with a cool tone. The pulse on your wrist drums against his own.Â
âI have to say, youâre a better actress than he is.â he mentions. âBut denial does not suit you. Weâre gonna have to do something about that or things will get very awkward real soon.â
âActually I think we should focus on your rejection issues first.â
âIâm not a problem for you to solve, sweetheart.â he chuckles darkly, eyes knowing, never leaving yours.
Years of practicing the art of bullshitting in your household could not help you deny the fact that you're maddeningly, disturbingly attracted to him.
âWhat you see is what you get. And you could, if you stopped being a little coward.â
He makes you turn effortlessly, thatâs when you see him. Hiroki. The words die on your lips, your stomach drops, all resolve wavers. He releases you and your arms hang limp on your sides.
He licks his scar and smirks sideways at you, eyes twinkling. You could push him off the roof of the building.
âYou should fix your face, angel, âcause I wonât behave if he wants to pick a fight.âÂ
Youâve always liked Nanami Kento. Heâs one of your fatherâs closest, youngest and less... spineless advisors, the pathological victim of your brother's pestering, and always impeccably polite to you, sweet even.
But right now, when heâs introducing Toji Fushiguro and his friend whose name you didn't catch to Suguru and Hiroki, youâd love to hit him in the head with a hammer.
At least your brother is nowhere to be seen.
"Pleasure to meet you." Suguru says.
Hiroki has his arm around your waist. He's not looking at you. You know what the dimpling of his cheeks mean.Â
âWeâve met before actually, havenât we?â Toji turns to him, brow burying into his face like heâs not too sure, shaking his finger in the air. âCorrect me if Iâm wrong. I donât remember too well.â
Your heart is stuck in your neck, threatening to crawl out of your mouth. Suguru gives you an odd look.
âWe have.â You donât see the look on Hirokiâs face when he replies, but his tone is controlled.
âYeah, I thought so.âÂ
Shiu Kong says something, and Suguru responds another thing. It's all noise to you.Â
You grab a drink from a passing tray and the corner of Tojiâs mouth tilts, his attention on Suguruâs conversation. You feel irrationally mad, like slapping him, but then heâd probably fix his jaw and look at you like you should've gone rougher andâ
Thereâs something seriously wrong with you. Officially.
You grab Hirokiâs hand and pull him with you.
Heâs confused, but follows you nonetheless. âCan you just wait for aââ
âWe should ditch the party.â You tell him, but he doesnât agree like he usually would and grabs your arm, stopping you at once, brown eyes searching yours.
âYouâre not even gonna ask why Iâm here?â
âMy dad invited you?â you reply, confused by the offended look on his face.
âNo. Why would he? You know how I feel about this kind of thing.â
Now youâre confused. You smell his breath and notice his flushed cheeks. âBut youâre here.â
âWow. Try to contain the excitement, why donât you.â he scoffs. âSorry, I didnât mean to fly across continents and interrupt whatever the hell that waââ
Heâs starting to raise his voice, drawing attention, usually composed demeanor nowhere to be seen. You catch a whiff of alcohol on his breath.
âYouâve been drinking.â
His face drops. The volatile look in his eyes is not something you can deal with tonight.
Youâre forever grateful for the woman announcing your fatherâs speech. Hirokiâs expression clears up, but he gives you a look that says youâll resume the conversation later, soon, tonight.Â
Then he pulls you to his side and leads you closer to the podium.
Your father looks into the crowd with piercing blue eyes. You, like you have for the past few months, have a bad feeling. Like if you were to take a picture right now, it would later be displayed as the moment before hell broke loose.
â... And as many of you know, the time has come for me to step back and allow a new generation to lead us forward."
The crowd hangs on his every word. You scan the room for the 10th time, looking for a head full of white hair.
Hiroki notices your unease and looks down at you, rubbing your arm. âHey, what is it?â
âI donât see Satoru.â
Your father continues, voice unwavering.Â
"It is with great confidence and optimism that I announce my successor, a person who embodies the values and vision of our company."Â
You finally find Satoru at the back, heâs with Suguru and Nanami. Waving his arms around him, hair a mess, pissed.
"Please join me in welcoming our future CEO, Noritoshi Kamo."
The room bursts into applause, but before his words can fully register in your mind, a sudden, sharp crack echoes through. For a split second collective confusion takes over, and then it turns to full blown panic.
You watch your father duck under the podium. Your legs move on their own.
Gunshots.
People are running, crawling and diving for cover all around. Tables are overturned, glass shatters. It's all white noise.
"Get down!" someone shouts.Â
Something slams into you.
Toji picks you up from the ground. Exit located, going for it.
âMy dad," you protest with wide eyes, hastily trying to look over your shoulder. Toji has half a mind to throw you over his shoulder.
âHeâs fine.â he assures, hand covering your head, pushing it down.
Security sprung into action in no time at the first gunshot, formed a barrier around your father and hurried him down the stage. Toji saw it with his own eyes right before he caught you running like a tweaking baby reindeer, right before some piece of shit shoved you to the ground.
You keep protesting, resisting, trying to go in the opposite direction, so Toji has no choice but to lift you up and thrown you over his shoulder.
A colorful string of panicked and enraged expletives follow. Youâre livid, fists slamming into his back without mercy. Toji pays no mind, pushing through the crowd, making his way to the emergency exit.
He doesn't put you down until you're both alone in the emptiness of some sterile corridor. And you're still rambling.
âShut up for a second, will you?"
That does it. You're flabbergasted, opening your mouth again in full Karen fashion.
Toji doesnât care for it. âAre you hurt?â
âNo.â you reply furiously, fist tight on your sides. You catch your breath, step down from your heels and start to speed walk down the corridor. âI have to find my fatherâ I need toâ Satoruââ
âTheyâre safe.â Toji catches up to you in two or three long steps. âGojoâs security doesnât fuck around. I meanâ yeah, they did fuck up letting a guy bring a gun inside the premises, but they were quick with it.â
Your nostrils flare. Toji hears voices at the corner and pushes you behind him. He sees a couple of guys in black in the reflection of a fire extinguisher cabinet. Dressed in black, wired ears, walking like they know they might lose their jobs tonight.
âHey, I got the heiress here. Sheâs looking for her old man.â
They escort you both, eyes hopeful, looking at you like you're their ticket out of unemployment. Your father and his people are gathered in some conference room one floor above. The altercation can be heard from outside.Â
âItâs for the best. You're too out of it to see it now, but you will.â
The room is packed. Your father, his disciples, your brother and his boyfriend, a very uncomfortable looking couple of cops. A woman approaches you, asking you if you're ok, but your eyes and attention at stuck on your father and your brother dueling for the whole room to see.
Your brother stops his pacing and turns to face Shinobu.Â
âNo, that's not it. I see it, I see you. Youâre too prideful to let me clean up after you.â
Getting caught in a family brawl was not in Tojiâs plans tonight, but he stays put, watching you approach them with confusion all over your face. They donât seem to notice you.Â
Gojo Shinobu levels his son with warning eyes, finger pointed at him. âWatch your words, Satoru. You donât know what youâre talking about. My decision is final.â
He turns around, beckons the woman who approached you to him, but your brother is not done.
âYou know I can do it." he says, your father stops and turns to him with death in his eyes and his lips pressed into a thin line. "You know I can. You just canât stand the thought of me succeeding where you fucking failed.âÂ
The look on your face says it all, you donât know what your brother is talking about, and that youâre in no headspace to ask either. Satoru's not just pushing the limits, he just sped past them.
The words hit your father square in the chest.Â
Things are about to get bloody.
âYouâre nothing but a spoiled, entitled brat who thinks he deserves everything handed to him on a silver platter. Look at what youâve made of your life, acting like everything is a fucking game. You think Iâll let someone like you lead what I spent my life building?â
You turn to him, mouth falling open. âJesus christ, dad.â
âOver my dead fucking body.â
Your brotherâs face contorts in rage. He -predictably and unpredictably at the same time- lunges forward, fist aimed at your fatherâs face.
The room springs into action. Your father's guard dogs, the cops, Nanami Kento, you beat them all to it, but itâs ultimately Toji who gets to him.
In another situation, Toji would've found a comfortable seat for himself, perhaps a drink, and watch the havoc unfold. Let the son champion the decade long cause of union workers, environmental hippies, human rights, consumer advocacy activists alike, and punch the lights out of his father's smug face.
Then he'd spare no details for Shiu over a nice dinner.
But he grabs Gojo Satoru's arm instead, stopping him mid swing.
Blue, crazy and uncanny eyes land on him.
As a general rule, he avoids getting involved in other people's affairs, especially when it comes to love spats or family drama. However, when he says,Â
âTrust me, youâll thank me later.âÂ
He means it.
Your father chuckles dismissively.
Your brother watches as he walks away, chest heaving up and down.Â
âToru?â
Surely those two syllables did not come from you. If denial did not suit you, this uncertainty is just disturbing. Itâs not right.
âWhat was that?â The question comes from the depths of your throat, voice nothing like Toji has heard before.Â
âNot now.â your brother snaps, turning around and walking out. Geto Suguru on his side.
Tojiâs phone starts ringing, he tries to shake off the unsettling image of you before walking out of the room to answer.
It's Shiu. He's waiting outside, watching the police drag the gunman into a car, and wondering where he is. Toji sighs, comes to terms with the fact that he's on a streak of sorts tonight, because once again, against his own code, he tells him Shiu to leave without him, not answering any questions about his whereabouts.Â
People have dispersed with your father gone from the scene. Toji walks back inside, pocketing his phone, and finds you by a corner of the room. Your boyfriend has found you again, fuck knows where the came from.
He's pulling his phone out, ready to call Shiu and tell him he's on his way down, but you're shaking your head, running your hand through your hair like you forgot it's pulled back.
Hiroki gets in front of you when you try to walk away. You put your hands between you, like the last thing you need is someone coming close. You must've just said something nasty, hit a tender spot, because he freezes where he stands.
Toji drops his arm.
Once again you try to walk around him, but this time Hiroki gets a hold of your arms.
âWhy?â he asks. Youâre looking at him like he grew a second head. âWe talked about it all the time, we always saidââ
Toji's wandered close enough to catch your reply.
âWhat do you mean why? Have you lost your mind? I canât leave Satoru alone right now, Hiroki.â
âIn case you didnât notice he just fucking left you here.â he snaps at you.Â
You flinch. Recoil. Push against his hold.
âLet go. Iâm sorry but I canât deal with you tonight.â
âYou canât? Right. You canât. Tell me something, do you have any idea what kind of shit Iâve had to put up withââ
You snarl at him, baring your teeth, bare feet stomping on the carpeted floor. Hiroki doesnât even sway with your attempts, or flinch at the near animalistic way you look at him.Â
âI fucking donât. And I donât want to know. I didnât ask you to be here tonight.â you reply, tone vicious, jaw locked. âYou donât get to hold it against me.â
The next thing Hiroki says pours out of his mouth like itâs a known fact, or an acceptable thing to say to the woman youâre going to marry.Â
âThey donât give a shit about you. You know that.â
By now, you two have caught Kento Nanami's attention. He wraps up whatever he's discussing with a couple of men and approaches the scene.
Hiroki does not let up, it's easy to see that he will not. He fixes his grip like you'll turn to liquid and spill between his fingers if he gets distracted.
You wince.
Toji walks over with four or five committed strides until he's between you two. The abrupt interruption and breach of personal space startles Hiroki, gives you the chance to step back.
âI think thatâs enough.â
âWell, this is just great.â
Hiroki chortles, looking away like heâs collecting his thoughts. Biting his lips in contemplation. Nodding to himself once or twice. Toji regards him coldly, lets him gather his thoughts, or the guts to attempt something idiotic like, who knows, get himself pummeled to the ground.
âYou know, I keep seeing you everywhere lately, why is that?â
Toji shrugs, uninterested and unintimidated. Hiroki won't get his face cut even if he deserves it, and it's not that Toji's against the idea of being a vessel for some sort of long time coming retribution. In fact, he'd be doing it just for his own satisfaction.
But the night should end now. Heâs gonna have a hard time forgetting how you looked earlier when your moron of a brother stormed past you and left you standing there, in the middle of a room full of people that did not care about you, heels hanging from your hand, shoulders sagging.
Doesnât mean heâs not gonna give the boy something to pop a vein about.
âWhy donât you take a guess, hm?â
Something snaps behind Hiroki's eyes. Toji's front row this time, and he confirms everything he suspected about him.Â
And he makes his mind up.
Hiroki looks at you, lids heavy, ears red. âAre you fucking him?â
How predictable. Toji looks at you over his shoulder, and somehow, you understand. It's barely noticeable, but you shake your head.
âYou have to leave.â you sound a lot more like yourself this time. Only tired. Really exhausted. Like your feet are about to give out under you. Toji's not blind to the way youâve been putting all your weight on one foot.
Hiroki pauses, realization lands on him that youâre talking to him, and not Toji.
âGet on a plane, fly back to Spain, and stay there for as long as you have to.â
âThis is fucking unbelievable.âÂ
âI disagree. Have a safe flight.â
Hiroki stomps out, shoulders past unfazed Nanami Kento, who looks at him like heâs a speck of dust. He approaches you, asks you if you're ok.
You ask about your dad, he tells you heâs currently talking to the police and insists on getting you a car and someone to accompany you. Says you should rest.
âI can take her home.â Toji says. You peer at him like that's the last thing you were expecting to hear, and then you nod.
Nanami watches Toji carefully, studying him intently. âAre you sure?â
âYes. Keep me posted?â
His features soften just a bit, he touches your shoulder, promises he will.
He doesnât keep his eyes off Toji until you two make it to the door. Toji might find the guy agreeable, stick up his ass and all.
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