#and i still want to write for gojo regardless because i love him as a character
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so iâm finally catching up on jjk because i was like 9 episodes behind whoops and i just,,, iâm having so much trouble actually focusing and paying attention. my issue with jjk is that i LOVE the charactersâi think theyâre great and fun and so, so interesting, and i love their dynamics with one anotherâbut the story itself, like the plot n all that, bores me to absolute tears ăďž(ďžďžĐď˝ďž)ďžď˝Ą
itâs quite well written, i think, but iâm (personally!) just having such a hard time actually feeling invested in it :(
#chosoâs kinda cute tho#idk#but yeah i feel like the story and the world/lore i just ??? cant get into???#i think thatâs why it took me like what??? two times??? three times??? for the series to finally stick when i kept trying it a few years ago#i dunno!! this is obviously just my personal opinion too#i donât think the story/plot is bad at all#iâm just so bored HAHA#itâs weird because i read the manga up until a certain point#i dunno maybe i just need to try paying harder attention????????#i feel like iâm missing details that are probably very#important#idk! iâm gonna keep watching n all that#and i still want to write for gojo regardless because i love him as a character#but yeah#this is just me spilling my thoughts into the void <3#clari chatters#inky.jjk
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My Lost, Fearless Leader. (yuta okkotsu x reader)
As the men masqueraded, I hoped youâd return with your feet on the ground, tell me all that youâd learned, because loveâs never lost once perspective is earned.
word count: 9k warnings: angst, me never making it easy for poor Yuta a/n: inspired by Peter by Taylor Swift. Lowkey a self-insert as I too am a therapist, tee hee. I hope yâall enjoy it, I absolutely love writing for Yuta even though I make him suffer every time đĽšđŤśđť
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Dear Okkotsu,
I know you only landed last week, but you left me with so many questions when you said goodbye. At the risk of sounding too forward, I thought for a moment that you would kiss me before you left. You had a look in your eye, one Iâd never seen before, and I even thought I saw you square your shoulders like you were about to charge into battle.
Inumaki offered to give me your number when I asked about you, but I feared too quick of a response if I were to text you. After all, I love to torture myself. Somehow a letter felt safer, more disconnected. Still, I hope you have the time to write back to me while youâre out there growing as you so desperately wanted to.
You still have me in your corner here in Tokyo.
With kind regards,
L/N.
Dear L/N,
I hope this letter gets to you soon, though I know it has some way to goâ I donât want to leave you waiting again. I wondered if I should just text you, but youâre right, maybe this is best for wimps like me who were too scared to kiss the girl they like before traveling oceans away. Thereâs more courage in me hiding behind a pen than I ever had standing in front of you.
No matter how badly I wanted to show you how I felt, I didnât feel worthy enough when I looked at that scar on your faceâ one I should have been able to prevent. Thereâs so much for me to learn about this world, and Gojo-Sensei says Kenya is where I need to be. I trust him implicitly, and I only hope here Iâll be able to grow into someone worthy of coming back to all of you at Jujutsu High. Maybe Iâm getting ahead of myself, but I hope to become someone worthy enough to indulge myself in you as well.
I hope you can find it in you to wait for me all the way in your corner of Tokyo.
Respectfully,
Okkotsu.
Dear Okkotsu,
You were right, your letter did travel far, and after two weeks, I feared I may not ever hear back from you.
What happened with Geto Suguru wasnât your fault, and, if I remember correctly, you were the one that saved all of us that night. It breaks my heart that you feel you donât have a place here with us. I never thought you needed to prove yourself, and if thatâs the only reason you went thousands of miles awayâ then you should board the next flight back over.
If I had known it was the scar on my face that stopped you, I would have covered it just for you. No one else around here is willing to take the blame for me when I break one of Makiâs spearsâ that alone should earn you a spot right beside me over here. Speaking of, I hope the bump on your forehead has gone down.
Luckily for the both of us, patience is my best virtue, but I do hope you donât make me wait terribly long. You donât have to be the strongest.
Holding my breath,
Y/N.
Dear L/N,
Maybe eventually Iâll work up the courage to call you, but our weeks of waiting in between will just have to do for now.
I think youâre beautifulâ regardless of your scar, and I hope I didnât send the wrong message when I said itâs what stopped me. I only meant that it reminded me of the kind of guy that deserves your attention, one that has brought about more good than he has bad in his life.
Iâve hurt so many people, and it wouldnât be right of me not to try to make up for the wrongs Iâve caused. Itâs only been a month, but Miguel has taught me so much, and Iâve seen so many wonderful things. Iâm not sure if youâre interested, but Iâm sending you some pictures of all my favorite parts.
I hope Maki has been merciful to you, and, yes, my bump is gone. Still, the little scar there reminds me of you each time I see it. So, I suppose I should thank her.
Weâve been talking so much about me, but I want to hear how youâre doing back in your corner of the world. How have your classes been going? I almost miss hearing everyone arguing with Gojo-Sensei every morning.
I donât want to be the strongest, but I want to be strong enough to be worthy of you. The last thing I want is to keep you waiting too long, but however long it takes for me to be able to make a mark on those who have shown such faith in me.
Thinking of you,
Okkotsu.
Dear Yuta,
Surely thatâs not you in that picture beside the giraffe? Itâs only been two monthsâ what are they feeding you over there? I had to do a triple take. You look well, Okkotsu.
Iâm starting to wonder if itâs really you behind that ink. You were never so bold when you were here. Do you have a ghostwriter? I have my doubts, but I still hope all those thoughtful words really are coming from you.
I can see how hard youâve been working, and I hope youâre beginning to find in yourself the pride I and all us here at home have always had in you. I donât think anyone blames you for the unfairness thatâs clung to you thus far, and no one expects you to make up for any of itâ at least I know I donât. If you really insist on doing so though, maybe you can start by giving me a call every once and a while? Iâm sure you're busy, but Iâd love to hear your voice again.
Classes have been going well. Weâre almost going into our second year now, and everyone still talks so fondly of you. We wish you were here to start the year with us. I certainly miss having someone who was equally as clueless when it came to this worldâ it felt like you were the last shred of normalcy I was hanging onto. Itâs okay though, I suppose I have some growing to do too.
Also, you donât need to be so formal with me, I think youâve earned the first name basis. Unless of course, you need to build up the courage for that, too.
I only felt it was fair to send some pictures of all of us here as wellâ though theyâre nowhere near as badass as your safari photos. Please keep sending themâ Iâll cherish the ones I have here for now though.
Still waiting for you,
Y/N.
Three months following Yutaâs departure from Tokyo, you first received an actual call from him. You had just turned in for the night, muscles aching from the mission you and Maki had just returned from only an hour or two prior. Truthfully, you were having a difficult time with the added responsibility that was accompanying your new year at Jujutsu High.
Last year, at the very least, you had Yuta there who seemed on a fairly level playing field with you. Still, he held more of a determination to move forward in his life as a sorcerer than you did. After your encounter with Geto Suguru that had left you partially blinded in your right eye, it was difficult for you to find that gusto you had when you first arrived.
The deep lulls of slumber had just begun to penetrate your exhausted mind, and you could swear a more pleasant dream was just beyond your reach. When your phone began vibrating underneath your still cool pillow, your brows furrowed at the intrusion. The sound caused an electric-like jolt in your body that had you shooting up as if someone had just pulled the fire alarm. Calming your racing heart, you reached down to snatch the device up. Your eyes squinted to adjust to the blue light emitting from the screen, and you saw a number you didnât recognize. Under the caller location though, it indicated that it was coming from Kenya.
Sitting up with a gasp, you gaped down at the device, uncertain excitement bubbling in your stomach and up your chest. Without a second thought, you swiped to answer the call. Amidst your anticipation of who you thought might be on the other line, you forgot to greet the caller.
âUm⌠uh- hello?â
A smile spread across your cheeks at the sound of his timid voice.
âA call from Kenya,â You began teasingly, your voice still hoarse from sleep. âI wonder who it could be.â
There was an abrupt shuffling on the other line, and you could already picture him pacing around whatever space he was currently occupying.
âYou got me!â Yuta quipped nervously, quickly checking the time on his phone upon hearing the sleepy tone that laced your voice. It wasnât too late over in Tokyo, and he figured if he didnât call you now while he still had the nerve to do it, he never would. Okkotsu had determined during his time in Kenya that his confidence somehow peaked right after a successful mission. Naturally, this was when he calculated it would be the best time to call you with the lowest possibility of making a stuttering fool of himself. âDi-Did I wake you? I can call back another-â
âAfter you took three months to gather all that courage up?â You joked with a fond smile, reaching down to toy with the corner of your pillow. Despite the fact that he couldnât see you, you shook your head. âI think I can stay up for a few minutes.â
He was grateful, so eternally grateful that you couldnât see the way the blood rushed up his neck and into his face. Pressing a cool hand against his cheek as if it would make the heat die down, he forced himself to sit on the edge of his bed, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It had been too long already since he last spoke, and the silence on the call was becoming overbearing as he thought of anything to say.
âYou there, Yuta?â
âYeah! Yeah, Iâm, uh-- still here.â The boy chuckled pathetically, pounding his balled up fist against his thigh, willing himself to quit being such a loser. Shooting up to begin his short trek around his room once again, he took a deep breath. âI-I wanted to thank you. You know, for writing to me the past few months. I think theyâve been kind of motivating me, actually.â
âYeah?â You smiled, lying back down on your pillow to stare stupidly up at the ceiling of your dorm. In hearing that shy voice that you had been missing for so long, you had forgotten about the aching, abused muscles that had been assaulting you just minutes prior. In its place was the rushing endorphins of your child-like crush on the boy on the other line. âSo, when you come back strong enough to beat Senseiâs ass, I can take partial credit, right?â
His soft laugh filled your once silent room, inciting the overwhelming butterflies in your stomach to erupt in a fluttering haze.
âItâll all be you.â Yuta joked halfheartedly, rubbing the back of his neck in relief that heâd gotten past the awkward silence unscathed. He flopped back down onto his bed and looked out the window at the slowly setting sun. âUh⌠speaking of Sensei, how is everything over there? The exchange event is coming up soon, right?â
This made your smile slowly wane.
âYeah, itâs next month. There was some drama with the first years, but everyone else seems to be pretty excited.â
âEveryone else? It sounds like youâre not including yourself in there.â
You sighed gently. Yuta was always so determined about growing as a sorcerer, so these types of events were always right up his alley. Not to mention the manner in which he absolutely wiped out the sister school at last yearâs event. It actually caused a bit of second-hand embarrassment to watch the whole ordeal play outâ no matter how quickly it concluded. After the atrocities of the past few months though, you couldnât find it within yourself to be excited for the goodwill event.
It wasnât that long ago that you watched all your friends meet near death at the hands of Suguru Geto, and you werenât too far behind. They had all seemingly moved on from it all so fastâ all of them except for Yuta Okkotsu. It seemed that all it had done was given him more ammunition to spark his journey of self discovery. You wished it had had the same effect on you. In truth though, all it sparked was a fear that your life, along with your friends, was constantly at the mercy of a crueler fate than most your age would be subjected to.
It felt wrong. Yuta shouldnât have felt the need to bear the weight of you and your friendsâ injuries all on his own. He shouldnât have needed to go off to search for some unknown answer to all the insecurities his grueling life had thrust upon him. Still, it was so important to him. You could see the way it gave him purpose, a will to keep going despite all that heâd been through. It wasnât his fault, but you always wished you could have found that same purpose within slaying curses and putting your life on the line.
A soft call of your name on the other line pulled you from your self-depricating thoughts. Shaking your head, you attempted to lighten the mood.
âLast name again? So formal. I thought we were past that, Okkotsu.â
âOh-- right, sorry.â He stammered out before trying your first name out on his lips. It was delicate in the way it rolled off his tongue, sending warmth straight through your chest. Recalling your sudden silence once his nerves subsided, his lips pulled pensively into a thin line. âUm, have you been doing okay? You know, sinceâŚâ
Brows rising just a hair, you were shocked at how easily he read through your sudden change in tone. Your lip quivered into a slight frown. A deep breath was suddenly pushing down that biting urge you had to tear up.
âYeah, Iâve been okay. Just⌠wish you were still here is all.â You confessed into the dark, lonely dorm room. âI think you were the only one who understood how overwhelming this all was.â
Yuta felt his chest constrict at your earnest confession. Part of him felt guilty for not being there, but he knew deep down that he was doing the right thing by building himself up before he allowed himself to come backâ especially to you. Still, the boy knew where you were coming from. It wasnât easy being the newcomer in a world where your peers had a fifteen year head start on.
The two of you understood each otherâempathized with one another. You both strived to make sure the other was doing okay; whether that be sneaking out late at night to practice with one another in hopes you both wouldnât make fools of yourselves in training the next day, or just being someone that the other could glance knowingly at when one of your classmates mentioned something it seemed that everyone else was privy to, except you two.
âIâm getting stronger everyday.â Yuta offered earnestly, a soft, empathetic smile playing on his lipsâ the kind you could just hear through his gentle tone. âAnd I know you are too. Weâre gonna kick some major butt one day, yâknow?â
The boy was relieved when your glittering laugh filled his speakers, and he found himself laughing along with you. A comfortable silence blanketed over you two, and for a moment it felt as though you were laying right beside him, your gentle breaths lighting a fire within his soul. The courage that he thought he had lost upon hearing your voice for the first time in months was slowly flooding back to him, and he began pensively rolling his bottom lip between his fingers.
âHey,â Okkotsu called out feebly, resting his hand down on his chest and feeling his heart pounding against his fingers. Reaching down to your discarded letter beside him, he picked up the picture youâd sent along with it. It was of all the second years, and he wondered with a smile if you had Gojo-Sensei take it for you all, and, if so, how much he complained about not being included.
You stood in the middle of Inumaki and Maki, Panda standing proudly and towering behind you. His thumb reached out to graze softly over your face. In the photo, one of your hands was teasingly covering your right eye, and he blushed as he remembered your earlier conversation about that scar. You hummed in acknowledgment on the other line. âDid you mean it? You know⌠when you said youâd wait for me?â
âDid you mean it when you said you were gonna come back for me?â You countered quickly.
Yuta exhaled nervously, the churning in his chest making him feel as though he might pass out. Staring back at your smiling face in the photo, he nodded breathlessly.
âOf course, I meant it. I meant every word.â
âThen so did I.â
Yuta Okkotsuâs reassuring promise helped ground you in your studies of jujutsu for a while longer, but you could still feel the aching insistence in the back of your mind that told you this wasnât where you were meant to be. Your friendship with the sorcerer continued to grow even over the thousands of miles that separated you.
Heâd call you whenever he had the chance to, and youâd text him about updates on what all his friends had been up to without him. Although both Inumaki and Maki kept up with him regularly, he allowed you to retell stories heâd more often than not already heard from them.
He could tell that you were struggling to find and hold your place as a sorcerer. You always listened enthusiastically when heâd tell you about the new techniques he was learning or the missions heâd been sent on, nodding along on the other line and hanging onto every word he said. Still, when heâd await to hear the progress of your training or how your latest mission had gone, you didnât have the same enthusiasm in your tone.
It had been almost a year since heâd been gone. The two of you had never implicitly discussed the nature of your relationship, but your lingering promise to each other seemed to be enough to keep your hearts locked safely away for the otherâs return. As the months dragged on though, you couldnât help but wonder if it was worth staying in the world of jujutsu that seemed to so expertly traumatize you and your peers.
You insisted on video calling him for once, eager to once again put a face to the voice that had been filling your every night for the past few months. Maybe, you thought to yourself, if you saw those warm, inviting eyes again paired with that timid smile, youâd find it in you to hold out just a bit longer.
âCa-Can you see me?â Yutaâs ever anxious voice filled your quiet room once again. The palm of his hand briefly covered the camera before it was moved away, and it appeared as though he had propped you up on a dresser of some sort. He stepped back, hunching over so his face was still in the frame, staring hesitantly into the screen.
A brief exhale of disbelief left you at the sight of him. He had changed so much over the past year; from the inches heâd sprouted up, to the new broadness of his lean shoulders, right down to his more maturely parted hair as it swayed in his face.
His features appeared sharper than when youâd last seen him, a testament to how much heâd grown physically as well as mentally. The dark circles you remember being everpresent under his long, midnight-blue eyes seemed even more pronounced now, and you wondered just how hard this Miguel character had been working him. Despite his apparent lack of sleep though, he grinned cheerfully upon seeing your face.
Forgoing your previous concern, an ecstatic smile of your own lit up your face as you took him in. You had always thought he had a sort of innocent, gentle cuteness to him, but time and knowledge seemed to have morphed those characteristics into the sharp, hauntingly striking ghost of the boy you once knew presented before you. For the first time since knowing him, you thought you felt more nervous than he did at the moment.
âWow! You look--â He paused, a slight flush filling his face, and suddenly he was that timid boy again, staring down at you with the false promise of a kiss. Your heart melted at the sight. Yuta was still looking nervously back at you, mouth hanging open as if his mind was running faster than his tongue could process. You raised your brows expectantly at him, hiding your amused smile. âUhâpretty! Youâ you look really pretty.â
A soft blush fell across your cheeks.
âThanks, Yuta.â You laughed softly, eyes fluttering across his face admiringly. âYou look like youâve⌠grown.â
âOh, me?â He laughed skittishly, hand coming up to rustle through his jet black locks. His brows were furrowed slightly as he looked down at his own appearance as if he was only just now noticing the growth spurt heâd had in the past year. âYeah! I guessââ
âIs that blood on your shirt?â You suddenly noticed, leaning forward so your squinting eyes could get a better look at the dark matter that clung to his white top. His eyes shot up to meet yours, and in an instant, his fumbling hands were working to unbutton his uniform shirt. It was no use though, the white t-shirt underneath was also stained through.
âSorry, I just got back from a mission.â He admitted dejectedly, grabbing the phone and sitting on the floor, resting his back against the bed behind him. âI wouldâve showered, but I didnât want to keep you up too late.â
You sat back against your headboard tentatively. It was incredible to you how he was never phased by the violence and bloodshed that shrouded this lifestyle. There were so many nights that you lay awake, eyes unblinking as you tried to forget the horrors youâd witnessed just long enough to get some sleep.
âHow do you do it, Yu?â You asked timidly.
Yuta took in the way your wide eyes glimmered with the threat of unspilled tears. There it was againâ that underlying fear in your tone and demeanor that told him that something wasnât quite right, and it hadnât been right since you came so close to death.
âWhat do you mean, love?â He wasnât sure where that term of endearment came from, maybe from the concern that had been pooling in him for months and had now suddenly burst upon seeing that broken look in your eyes. Either way, it was too late to take it back now.
âAct like everythingâs normal when you come home covered in blood and guts and watch people dieâ watch your friendsââ
âIâm doing this for my friends.â His response had a defensive edge to it, but his wide eyes were gentle, taking in your vulnerable state carefully. âAnd for the people Iâve had to watch die. Bad things will happen whether Iâm a part of them or not. How can I sit back and do nothing when thatâs all Iâve done my entire life?â
You suddenly felt small in your corner of the world. He was selfless, fearless, purposeful in his mission as a sorcerer, and you couldnât fault him for it. Moreso, you faulted yourself for lacking that same drive.
âI justâ sometimes I feel like this isnât for me. Iâm not like you, Yuta. I donât think Iâm strong enough for this. Iâm not strong enough for this.â
Yuta continued to insist upon believing in your growth, just as you had believed in his. His persistence in your strength of character only served to break your heart more. You knew the deeper his faith in you ran, the more crushing his disappointment would be when you inevitably let him down.
In the weeks following your dismayed conversation with him, you werenât answering his calls as often, afraid he would be on the other line hoping to hear of your growth and the things youâd overcomeâ but you had none to show for. You usually texted him with false excuses that you were on a mission, or that you were simply too tired to talk that night. No matter how hard you tried to pride yourself in your little victories, your faith in your abilities as a sorcerer was waning quickly before your eyes.
He had always said that he was the one undeserving of his place in this worldâ of his place beside you. The stronger he grew though, the more you only noticed the opposite.
It was a month after your phone call that you received a small package from Kenya, recognizing the stamp immediately as one of the various animal themed ones Yuta seemed to keep stockpiled just for you. Chewing at your bottom lip, a sense of guilt washed over you, knowing you hadnât been keeping up with him as much as you once did. Despite this, he continued to try, desperate to get through to you somehow before you slipped from between his fingers all together.
Ripping open the orange, padded envelope, you overturned the contents onto your bed. The wooden beads of a bracelet clacked softly against one another as they fell upon the comforter, a letter landing gently atop it. You ran your fingers along the thin bracelet, thinking maybe if you concentrated long enough, youâd be able to feel the warmth of his fingers lingering from when heâd carefully placed it into the envelope for you. You picked up the accompanying letter.
Dear Y/N,
It seems like theyâve been keeping you really busy over there in your corner of the world! I had so much I wanted to tell you, but I thought maybe itâd be best to put it all into a letter so you could read it at a time thatâs best for you.
Gojo-Sensei says that Iâll probably be coming back soon, maybe in the next couple of months even. If all goes well, I hope to be joining everyone for our final year. Itâd be nice to all be together again. Itâd be nice to actually see you again.
You donât have to tell me everything, but I know youâve been going through a hard time recently, and Iâm sorry Iâm not there to help you. You were wrong the other night on the phoneâ you are stronger than you think. This life isnât easy, and I donât want you to feel like youâre not fit for it just because it hurts you right now.
When I felt I had no strength left in me to keep going, it was you who lent me some of yours until I could stand again. Iâm sending it back to you now, so please use it to keep moving forward until I can lend you some of mine. Please, keep waiting for me.
The beads on the bracelet I sent you represent all the things I wish for you. The red represent bravery and strength, the kind I know you have in you still. Until you find them though, let these be a reminder. The yellow are for growth, and until you can see it coming your way, let these motivate you.
I got one just like it for myself, so I can be reminded everyday of the things I love about you. Iâll keep it on me always, and I hope as youâre waiting that youâll do the same.
Still yours,
Yuta.
Tears were streaming freely down your cheeks and staining the precious letter before you. With wobbling lips, you bit back a quiet sob as you carefully slipped the thin bracelet onto your wrist. Strength. Bravery. Growth. They were all pillars that seemed so far away from you, but Yuta was convinced you held them just within your grasp. If anything, the beads would serve as a reminder that someone important was counting on you, and youâd rather suffer the uphill battle than disappoint him.
The next morning, you woke early to speak with Gojo. He was lounging lazily in his large, plush chair, laptop sat carelessly on his lap when you came in. As if expecting you all along, he looked up from his bored typing to offer a sly smileâ the type that told you he was always steps ahead of you.
âTo what do I owe the pleasure?â Gojo greeted, closing his laptop and setting it haphazardly on his desk. Leaning back, he laced his fingers casually in his lap, jutting his chin toward the seat in front of him.
Hesitantly, you sat down. Your posture was rigid as you stared back at his half-covered face. Although your sensei had never given you a reason to fear him, you couldnât help but feel anxious at the thought of how he might react to your request.
âI⌠I donât know how to say this.â
He stayed silent, allowing you to collect your thoughts. The small smile tugging at his lips said he already knew what was plaguing your mind. Fiddling with the bracelet on your wrist, you were reminded of the importance that you stand your ground here.
âIâm not sure Iâm cut out for being a sorcerer.â It was out there, and it hung heavily in the air around you. Looking down at your twiddling fingers, you felt that familiar lump building in your throat. Your sensei was silent before you. Glancing up at him through tear soaked eyes, you shrugged your shoulders in defeat. âIâm not like the others. I canât bounce back like they do. It scares me; the death, the fighting, the lossâ it terrifies me, Gojo. I canât do it anymore. I-I justââ
âYouâve been struggling for a while now, havenât you?â It was more of a statement than a questionâ an observation heâd been holding onto for some time. The older man wasnât oblivious, he could see when his students were beginning to slip away; physically and mentally.
âHow did you know?â You briefly wondered if Yuta had mentioned something to him during their regular check in calls, but you doubted it.
Standing abruptly from his chair, he strolled leisurely around the room, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.
âYou remind me of someone, is all.â Gojoâs cryptic message left more questions than answers. Though you had grown used to his dodgy answers and coded messages, now was really not the time. Before you could express your annoyance, he continued. âYouâre not stuck, you know.â
Your mouth hung open as you stared at him in disbelief. Standing up to face him as he stared out the window, your mind was racing at the possibilities.
âYou meanâ I could leave? Just like that?â
âJust like that. Iâd talk to the higher ups today for you if thatâs really what you want.â Still, the edge in his tone indicated that he wasnât about to let you off that easily. As if sensing your apprehension, he tilted his head playfully toward you, a fond smile on his face. âIâve seen what this gig can do to people. I donât need to see you fall victim to it too.â
âI meanâ IâŚâ You were stumbling over your words. For the past few years, you were sure that your future was set for youâ one you were apprehensive about living, but one that was secure nonetheless. Where would you go from here?
Gojo hummed pensivelyâ invitingly. God, how you wished he would just spit out what he clearly wanted so desperately to say. Of course, he always wanted his students to come to their own conclusions, set their own fates.
âThe Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.â The sensei announced dramatically, taking another lap around the room. You shivered at the mention of that night. He leaned toward you with a raised brow. âThatâs when this all started, am I right? You almost died, if I remember correctly.â
âI would have if it hadnât been forââ
âYuta Okkotsu.â He cut you off, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips, and for a moment you thought you saw his head tilt down as if to look at the bracelet you were currently rolling between your fingers. Nodding softly, he continued. âStill, you cut it pretty close. Must have been traumatizing. Partially lost your sight, almost lost your friends, your life.â
You nodded silently, unsure of where he was going with this long winded rant. Of course, him giving you a simple out was just too easy for Gojo-Senseiâs âeverything is a life lessonâ style of teaching.
âTell you what, why donât I set up a meeting for you to meet with a counselor? Someone who specializes in all our creepy-crawly problems?â
âLike⌠like therapy?â You questioned with furrowed brows. A therapist for sorcerers? You didnât even know such a thing existed. Still, the prospect sparked a certain hope in your chest, one that the six eyes saw instantly. He didnât bother to conceal his victorious smile.
âYup. Nice, comfy couch and everything.â He advertised as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. His long fingers began typing purposefully against the screen before he looked up at you again. âOf course, sheâs kind of running a one-man show, so her schedule is pretty tight. I can pull a few strings for you though.â His words rang in your mind with a faint echo. That suggestive, underlying tone in his voice, it was beginning to seep through, and your gut was telling you his suggestion was a lot more calculated than you would ever give him credit for. âThat kind of work is in high demand, you knowâ what with all the new curses popping up since Itadori came along.â
Gojo was continuing to drop hints, but you had already heard him loud and clear. This was something he thought you could doâ somewhere he knew you would fit within this hectic world. As a teacher, it was his job to train the up and coming sorcerers for the perils that lay ahead of them. In the same prospect though, he had also become incredibly adept at discovering their potential and nudging them toward itâ even if it wasnât as gently as he thought.
The following week you met with the therapist Gojo had supposedly pulled so many strings to get you in to see. She had a small office just minutes away from the school, and you wondered why she wasnât on campus. She hadnât suggested it to you first, though she was well aware of what Gojo was trying to do when he set up this meeting.
So, amidst your explanation of everything you had been experiencing since that night, you dropped in questions. How did she know this was the right path for herâ how closely did she work with Jujutsu Highâ how did she get where she was?
By the gentle and encouraging manner in which she answered all of your questions, you had a gut feeling once again that Gojo had already been three steps ahead of you. You were set to transfer out of Jujutsu High the following week.
Your sensei funded your education through an outside university, whoâs higher ups had connections with the school. Kaori, the god-sent sorcerer counselor whoâd seemingly fallen from the heavens right when you needed her, was more than happy to take you under her wing as well. In truth, she was relieved to have some help around the office given the influx of referrals sheâd been receiving recently.
Everything had been falling into place, yet there was still one last loose end you had yet to tie up from your life as a sorcerer. You looked down at the box of letters youâd kept over the past year or so from Yuta.
Following his last letter, and how determined he seemed to be that you would make it as a sorcererâ you couldnât bring yourself to tell him that you had given up. After everything heâd done to grow himself into the man he was now, a fearless and loyal sword to his friends and the innocentâ and you had given up. In the end, despite his insistence that it was him not worthy enough to stick around, you realized it had been you all along.
You werenât worthy of Yuta Okkotsu.
Your trembling finger hovered over his contact, but you couldnât do it. Clicking your phone off, you stared up at the ceiling of your now empty dorm room and allowed the hot tears to burn your cheeks, dripping down your neck and into the hem of your shirt. He was still finishing up his training, growing into a man he could be proud of, experiencing the things that made him feel alive. It would be selfish of you to drop this on him now.
Setting down the box on your desk, you pulled out a spare sheet of paper and sat down to draft your last prose to Yuta Okkotsu.
Dear Yuta,
By the time youâre reading this, Iâm sure you will have already heard about my departure from Jujutsu High. I wanted to call you and tell you everything thatâs been on my mind, to give you a proper goodbye, but I didnât want to interrupt your progress overseas.
I wanted to thank you for the kindness youâve shown me over the years. Iâll cherish each bit of it as long as I live. You kept me holding on through my lowest points, even if it wasnât the life of sorcery that I was holding onto.
I know Iâm cowardly, but I just couldnât look you in the eyes and tell you that I had given up. Youâve worked so hard and sacrificed so much to hold your place here, and I suppose a part of me feels foolish for giving mine up so easily.
Your passion for undoing the wrongs in this world is so beautiful, and although I couldnât share it with you, it only ever made me love you more. Please never take it for granted. Continue to fight to hold your place here, because you hold more power than you could ever come to know. I can feel it, even when youâre not here.
Iâm sorry that I couldnât wait for you.
Forever yours,
Y/N
When Yuta Okkotsu arrived back at Jujutsu High three months later, he had already been sitting on the news of your departure for two weeks. His friends thought it best to at least prepare him for when he returned, but he figured so much when you stopped responding to his calls and messages. No amount of preparation could have stopped the hole from opening up in his chest upon reading the letter youâd left in his dorm room. It sat neatly on his untouched pillowâ a ghost that haunted him the second he stepped in.
He tried with fervor to be excited for his return, smiling along half heartedly when his friends shoved a party hat on his head and insisted upon celebrating all the birthdays theyâd missed. Those haunting blue eyes only stared lifelessly at the cake before him, his soul still sat on the edge of his bed where heâd read your letter.
Forever yours.
Yuta wondered if those simple two words meant the door was open for him to swing in and come find you as he so ardently promised he would. Gojo-Sensei said you were happy thoughâ working toward your place in the world. It was one he no longer felt he had a place inâ not when his life consisted so wholly of the very things you were running from.
Months passed, and the both of you tried so desperately to move on. Despite being content in the roots your lives had sprouted, there was always a missing piece that stopped the both of you from blossoming. You always held your breath in hopes heâd come back to you like he said he would, and he always hoped you were still waiting for him despite his insistence that you were happier without him. The both of you were only kids when youâd carelessly thrown out such a vow, after all.
Gojo felt whole-heartedly confident in his whim to have Kaori train you. There was a spark in you, one that wanted to heal those that this world had so carelessly wounded, even if that meant you having to heal yourself first. In the end, it was the right decision, and he prided himself in the fact that there was a happy medium to keep your talents within the jujutsu world still while also fulfilling your purpose. There was a missing piece of the puzzle that lingered ever present though, and that was the infuriating case of you and Yuta Okkotsu.
It was getting depressingâ watching the boy mope around pretending to not have the very obvious chip on his shoulder all the damn time. Your old sensei still kept up with you and your progress often, seeing as the school worked closely with Kaori to refer in need sorcerers on a regular basis.
Each time heâd pop in for a visit or called unexpectedly, youâd always ask how everyone back at the school was doing. Sure, you really did hope your old friends were doing okay, but you were really holding your breath for when heâd mention Yuta. Gojo always spoke of him so highly, and you couldnât help but smile fondly each time, thinking of how proud you were at how much heâd accomplishedâ just as he said he would. Still, the six eyes never missed that morose glimmer in your eye as youâd nod along to his stories.
âHave you ever tried sleeping at night, or are those dark circles just a part of you now?â
Yuta was snapped from his stupor when his sensei dropped unceremoniously beside him as he looked on at his friends ahead of him. As if having just been reminded of his perpetual exhaustion, he reached up subconsciously to rub at those aforementioned dark eyes.
âOh, haha,â Yutaâs halfhearted attempt at a laugh only served to drive Gojoâs purpose right home. âYeah, guess my sleep schedule never really adjusted back to normal, huh?â
âYou arenât performing like you should be, Okkotsu.â
He gaped exasperatedly at his sensei, blinking a few times as if maybe he just hadnât heard him correctly. Frankly, he had been kicking ass lately, and everyone around him knew it too. Still, if Gojo-Sensei was telling him he was falling behind, it was seemingly the only opinion that mattered. Even if it wore him down till only his skeleton remained, he would keep getting better until he could prove himself to the man who took a chance on him.
Already picking up on the look of determination on the boyâs face, Gojo put out a solemn âslow your rollâ hand in front of him. Sighing in amusement, the sensei thought the boy would crush a semi-truck between his hands if itâd make him growâ meant he could prove himself.
âYour mind isnât here. Hasnât been since you got back. I can tell, you know.â
Okkotsuâs shoulders slumped dejectedly. No matter how much he worked to train physically, to learn to control his cursed energy and techniques, there was always that one lingering barrier that seemed to keep him from reaching his potential. Of course, he knew he had been more distracted since your departure, but he figuredâ hopedâ it would pass eventually. He thought maybe if he ignored it long enough, pushed down that frenzy to rip his hair out by the roots and bellow out every frustration heâd held in for allowing you to slip away, each day as the urge melted away into dreams of you at night that woke him with a crater in his chestâ maybe eventually it would fade just as you did.
âTry to get some rest, clear your mind. Do what you gotta do.â Gojo emphasized, leaning down to tower over his apprehensive prodigy with a knowing smile. His covered eyes flicked down to where Yutaâs fingers were rolling the beads of his colorful bracelet pensively. He hummed in amusement. âYou know, I know someone who has that same bracelet.â
His student perked up ever so subtly upon hearing this. The prying man quickly moved to grasp his wrist and inspect the bracelet closer. It made Yuta feel exposed, wanting to crawl under his covers and not come out again if it meant no one else would lay their eyes on the one connection he still had to you. Gulping thickly, he snatched his wrist back, covering the wooden jewelry protectively under his other hand.
âOh, you know her, donât you?â Satoru feigned remembrance, snapping his fingers dramatically. âShe used to go here.â
The stunned boy stammered out your name in question. It still felt so natural, so effortless rolling off of his tongue despite the prolonged period that had passed since heâd uttered those syllables.
âYeah! Saw it on her just last week.â
All the blood seemed to drain from Yuta Okkotsuâs face. His wide, haunting eyes suddenly transfixed hazily on the smiling man before him in a manner that would have been terrifying had it been directed at a stranger. You still wore the bracelet he got you? The prospect had his mind spinning, and his stomach churning anxiously. The poor guy looked as though he would short circuit at any moment; brows twitching into a deep furrow, the corners of his lips fluttering in uncertainty. He blinked a few times before looking up at his sensei with a new sense of determination clouding his eyes.
âWhere did you say she went?â
Bingo!
The clockâs ticking mocked you menacing as you raced to finish your assessment notes within the hour. Kaori was always merciful with you, understanding that you were still learning and would likely take more time with things, but you couldnât help but urge yourself to do better.
It had been almost a year that you had been studying while working alongside the counselor, and you had blossomed in a way you never thought would have been possible. Granted, you werenât able to do any of what you had lovingly labeled as âthe fun stuffâ yet, you had adjusted surprisingly well to the countless intake assessments and documentation your mentor had entrusted you with. Of course, it wasnât the same as having a second counselor there with her, but anything helped ease the weight of her overwhelming caseload. She knew it was good experience for you too.
Despite her hectic schedule, Kaori still found time to meet with you often to check in regarding the struggles that brought you to her in the first place, insisting it would be a crucial step in your training as well. Slowly but surely, you were beginning to rebuild that confidence in yourself and your own purpose in this monstrous world. It felt cathartic, being a part of the process of healing for those torn down by the very things that hurt you so long ago as well. It was meaningfulâ fulfilling.
You wondered if this was how Yuta felt when he was out there, helping people as well, just in his own way. A sharp pang struck you each time your mind wandered too far though, and you were always quick to reel it back in.
Your bottom lip was caught ruthlessly between your teeth, and it seemed the clacking of your keyboard was fighting against the ticking of the clock for dominance. A small spark of defeat struck you as you heard the door of the office creak open. Looking up at the time, your brows furrowed in confusion. You were sure that you had already completed the last intake Kaori had scheduled for you today. Scrambling into the drawer beside you to pull out a new form, you hoped you would at least look somewhat prepared whenever the unexpected patient came to your desk.
âHi, there!â You called out from your tucked away cubicle, fumbling to save the document you were working on. âIâm back here, you can come on in.â
Slow footsteps approached closer and closer before pausing in front of your desk. Pushing the hair from your eyes, you looked up with a warm, inviting smile.
Oh.
The smile on your face slowly faded as Yuta Okkotsu towered over your desk. It wasnât the version of him you once knew; this one was taller, more refined, more calculated with the manner in which he held himself. His wide, midnight-blue eyes regarded you carefully, but his face revealed nothing. Your mouth opened and closed pathetically, your mind desperately trying to catch up with the way your day had suddenly progressed. Stepping forward, he calmly sank down into the chair in front of you, hands gripping the arms casually.
âYuââ
âI heard you offer counseling for sorcerers, right?â He was suddenly smiling sweetly at you, but there was a controlled glint in his eyesâ holding him back. Not allowing you to respond, he continued. âWell, I have some things to get off my chest, so itâs lucky I found you, huh?â
You sank back into your chair, allowing the papers in your hands to slip from your fingers and swoosh softly onto the desk. Nodding gently, you urged him to go on, anxiety balling up in the pit of your stomach. He launched off on a long-winded story, one you already knew like the back of your handâ you lived it, after all. Your already knowing the climax didnât stop the furious blush that overtook you as he recalled the letter heâd found in his dorm upon his arrival back to Tokyo.
âShe always had this sweet way of signing off all her letters to me.â Yuta recounted with a soft smile, eyes glimmering as they looked back at you. Yours, on the other hand, were holding back the dam of tears that had been building up for countless months. As the first tear slipped down your cheek, you saw his resolve start to crumble, gaze chasing the drop as it raced down your skin. His bottom lip trembled. âShe signed that last oneâ she signed it off âforever yoursâ, but I never saw her again.â
âYutaââ
âWhy didnât you just tell me you werenât happy?â He finally snapped, his own tears swimming in his eyes. Bracing his hands on the desk, he leaned forward desperately. âI wouldâve understood, I wouldâveââ
âI tried! I tried to tell you, but you were so sure that I was going to get through it. How was I supposed to look you in the eyes after you gave up so much of your life to train to be better? How was I supposed to tell you I was giving up?â
âYou promised me!â His cry rang out in the quiet office, shoving his chair back to stand over you once again. You heard Kaoriâs office door open abruptly, likely startled by the perceived altercation. Despite his dominating presence and lingering stance, you couldnât find it in you to be intimidated by him. You shook your head softly toward your mentor, letting her know you were fine. As the door hesitantly shut once again, Yuta was sinking closer to you despairingly. âI wouldâve come back for youâ I wouldnât have cared where I had to look, okay? I wouldnât have cared that you left everythingâ but you werenât supposed to leave me.â
His wounded tone finally caught up to you, and you let your head fall down onto your crumpled hands as you cried. Yuta sighed softly, almost regretting his stinging confession. Quickly looping around the desk, he settled down on his knees in front of you and turned you to face him.
âIâm sorry, Yuta.â You cried, falling into him as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you from your chair. He was stronger than you last remembered him being, but his touch was just as delicate. âIâm so sorry.â
âNo, itâs okay. Hey, itâs okay. Weâre here now, right?â He assured gently, pulling you away from his chest so he could look at you with a smile, tears still clinging to his lashes. His cool hand ran down from your shoulder to your wrist, and he traced the bracelet that hadnât come off your wrist since you received it. A soft flush covered his cheeks. âYou kept it, huh?â
âYou kept yours, too.â You laughed breathlessly, wiping at your cheeks with one hand and grasping his bracelet with the other.
âI told you, I always meant everything I said to you. I still do.â His words almost made you break down again, but you worried if you started boo-hoo crying again that Kaori might just burst through the door with more determination than she had last time.
So instead, you took a moment to glance over his matured face, shaking your head in amusement upon seeing those familiar dark circles still hanging under his eyes. Your heart clenched as your eyes ran across the small scar that Maki left on his forehead. When you met his gaze once again, it gave you pause. Yuta had that look in his eyesâ the same one he had all those years ago before he left for Kenya. The rapid patter of your heart could be felt in your throat.
Despite your nerves, your lips twitched up into a knowing smile. You reached up tentatively to place a hand over your right eye, covering the scar that had stopped him all those years ago. He pursed his lips at this action and shook his head. In an instant, his long fingers were wrapping around your wrist to pull your hand away from your face.
âDonât.â Yuta said simply before leaning down to capture your lips in his, more assuredly than his sixteen year old self ever could have dared to, but just as sweetly as the boy who promised to come back to you would have.
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Lock, would you please explain the differences in your husband rotation when they're in a "normal state/character" compared to when they exhibit yandere tendencies/ are extremely yandere? I'd love to read your thoughtsđ¤!
this was such an interesting question that i've been thinking about it all day HGETJNKR
speaking in general terms, even when writing 'non-yandere' versions of the husband rotation, i still make them a lil weird. just a dash of unhinged. what changes depending on if they're yan or not is how willing they are to consciously impede on the reader's wishes for their personal gain. now, getting into specifics...
my take on non-yandere and yan chrollo
there are a lot of little specifics that change depending on the variation of the character i'm writing for, but we'd be here all day if i got into that. so, i'll be focusing on the most prominent differences. regarding mr. lucilfer, i consider the most pertinent changes to be: him divulging his identity to reader and how out of his way he goes to rope reader in.
yan chrollo holds off on revealing that he's the leader of the phantom troupe, but is eventually fine with you finding out. it serves a dual-purpose. first, you're Extra cognizant of the power difference, thwarting any potential shenanigans you might get up to. second, he can unapologetically be himself. non-yandere chrollo's fine expressing his apathy toward the plight of others in small, socially acceptable increments. he's less blunt about it overall because he doesn't want you to drift away from him.
then there's his manipulation of outside variables to scooch you his way. yan chrollo accepts subjecting you to some traumatic things as a 'means to an end,' whereas his non-yandere counterpart values your mental well-being more. thanks king. regardless, they're both going to stalk you to varying extents, utilizing morally ambiguous methods without any guilt. they're also both going to make liberal use of lying by omission.
non-yandere and yan gojo
i am physically incapable of writing gojo being normal toward reader. it'd lack the pièce de rÊsistance. that being said, non-yandere gojo is weird and yan gojo is weird with malicious intent. i'm not sure if that makes any sense, so allow me to elaborate.
they're both not the best with respecting boundaries, although in non-yandere gojo's case, that'd improve slightly with age. i always write reader as having attended high school with him because that's the dynamic i find most intriguing. in both cases, gojo in his teenage years is going to be obnoxious and unapologetic about keeping your eyes on him. non-yandere gojo deviates in his ability to mature by trusting you enough to believe you when you say you're not going anywhere. yandere gojo always has that gnawing fear that he'll end up with no one who can truly understand him if he isn't vigilant.
either way, you're not locked up in some dungeon where you'll never see the light of day, which is a boon. they're both content to let you interact with geto & shoko in your high school years, as well as their students into adulthood. selfish as yan gojo can be, his dream of the next generation usurping the status quo is paramount. he believes your influence too invaluable to deprive his students of. they both complain about how much you dote on megumi though.
non-yandere and yan scara
... ahem. the differences here are less pronounced. a driving factor behind scaramouche's character is his fear of abandonment, along with the resentment from the betrayals he previously experienced. they're both not the easiest people to be in a relationship with (or the healthiest). there's always going to be some level of codependency with non-yandere scaramouche. his yandere variation just cranks that to the highest setting.
the key difference lies within your ability to steer him away from being a weirdo. there's a skill ceiling for yan scaramouche, you can only make it so far. non-yandere scaramouche, on the other hand, has a sliver of hope. it'd require a mind-numbing amount of patience and forgiveness, but it's technically possible. everything comes down to how much you love him at his worst. should you accept him, albeit with some conditions (such as him being more honest with his feelings), he will make a legitimate effort to reform himself.
anything else nets you a bad end. he's emotionally volatile and prone to callousness. it isn't like yan scaramouche wants you to hate him â he's driven by paranoia. compounded by your understandable distaste for his new, restrictive behavior, he ends up saying things he'll later regret. tl;dr scara is eevee and will evolve into a slightly normal partner or yandere depending on your stats.
non-yandere and yan blade
somehow the most normal from this lineup?????? not that that's an achievement, since that bar's in hell, but it's still kinda funny.
unlike the other weirdos on this list, non-yandere blade could come to accept if you loved another. it isn't inconceivable or a reality he'd seek to alter. if anything, non-yandere blade would find your romantic interest in him far more perplexing. he's a jaded, immortal weapon who guiltlessly sheds blood. he knows you deserve better and that you're likable enough to find another partner. said partner would be subject to his scrutiny, but he wouldn't be vehemently opposed.
yandere blade thinks a similar way. what changes is his self-restraint â or lack, thereof. would you be happier with another? yes. can he love you the way you deserve? absolutely not. that doesn't remedy the incessant urge to possess you. you don't even have to like him back, per se, just having you around satisfies him. you quench this hunger that his non-yandere self ignores (with great difficulty).
here's to hoping this makes any sense đ...
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I hear you take requests and here I amđ it might be a bit long so please bear with me𼚠So a Satoru Ă fem reader angst plus spicy without smut plz! (haha can I be more obvious?) So the reader was classmate of Satoru and they teach at jujutsu high together now! They are very close with each other and Satoru loves to annoy her. (Imagine like how he is with Nanami but he is actually fun with her and reader doesn't mind his teasing) Everyone knows they are closer than friends but not exactly lovers so they have will they won't they situationship!
Well well trouble comes in paradise when a new temp sorcerer comes to jujutsu high for some mission and she needs Satoru's help with it. She has some interesting curse technique so Satoru takes an interst on it. Slowly Satoru unknowingly starts spending less time with reader. Everybody but Satoru notices this and Reader asks Satoru out to hang out or go on mission with her but he is always busy. (Really he is an idiot cuz he doesn't realize what he is doing lol) Some time pass and after few days Satoru realizes that he hasn't seen reader so he looks for her but can't find her at school so he tries to call her but he can't reach her so he goes to Shoko to ask about her. Shoko has seen how reader has been feeling down due to Satoru not paying attention to her so she makes up a little white lie and tells reader has been injured during mission so she is resting. Truth is, reader WAS injured. A little cut that just needed 3 stitches. She is just at home binge watching shows and eating her favorite food because she just needed a break. Well Satoru doesn't know that so he comes to her house worried out of his mind just to come and see her chilling at home in pajamas with a little bandage. AND HE STILL FEELS BAD because regardless of how small the injury is, it took him this long to realize he hasn't seen you so he apologizes and then things get heated when you both realize how much you missed each other? (Sorry that was sooooo longđđđ also I'm not good at spicy part so do what you want with it!)
No pressure. Write it if you feel like it because I'm just not sure where this whole idea came from lol.
Thanks!âĄ
OMG YES. OKAY HERE WE GO. (Sorry for making you wait so long I got caught up.) Apologies rn it seems like a bit of a slow burn.
GojoĂ(fem)Reader angst
TW: Angst, some spice (but not smut), stitches đĽ˛
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"SATORU" You screamed watching him get stabed and absolutely murdered by Toji.
"no-" you said, your voice broken
You stood frozen, not even being able to move toward him. You felt useless.
He laid motionless on the ground. Toji steped back with a smirk, admiring his work.
He started to walk when he walk right past you.
"What are you gonna do now that your little boyfriends dead?" He said laughing hysterically.
He kept walking on. You wanted to go and kill him. You wanted him to pay but...if Gojo died to him, he would be no match for you. You thought.
Slowly your foot takes one step forward. And another. And another, reaching Gojo.
Your knees weakend so much you fell to the floor in a puddle of Gojos blood.
Your fingers dung into your palm, you didn't know how to do cursed technique, but you asked Shoko how to do it and she told you. But no after how many attempte you tried over time it never worked.
With tears in your eyes you held onto Gojos arm.
"Come on Satoru, remember what Shoko said. Uhhh you spin it then you channel it? And then you uh..." You tried your best to break it down as much as possible.
"Please Satoru" You said hunching your back over his face, your tears spilling now he, wasn't coming back.
You felt a twitch in his hand and some cursed energy flow through your body.
You gasped. The blood around you started to pulse. He was doing it.
"SATORU, PLEASE, YOUR SO CLOSE" you yelled as you saw his wounds slowly heal up.
"Awww man, I got a major headache" He said sitting up.
You could help but wrap your arms around him.
"Wow looks like someone missed me"
"How'd you know?" You said trying to mask your tears in his blood soaked uniform.
"And that's how I met your mother!" You heard Gojo say to little kid Megumi only giving an eye roll.
I thought you said you never wanted to babysit again? Is what you wanted to say but with Megumi there you didn't want him to think you were trying to get Gojo to get rid of him. Even so, it was obvious that Megumi favoured you way over him.
"Hey! You might wake Megumi!" You whispered harshly as Gojo caged your body between his and the couch.
"Hes dead on the inside, plus I don't think he'd care."
His head leans down slowly locking eyes with you when he's only inches away a small voice comes out of no where.
"Ewwww get a room."
"And that's how we trumatised Meguimi!" You heard Gojo telling the first years.
God he was the devil, when he wasn't bugging you, it was Megumi, poor kid.
"Hey stop embarrassing Megumi" you said giving him a slap on the shoulder.
He looked back at you with a wicked smile.
"So when you stab you want it to be right in the neck and pull all the way down yhe torso and just rip it all the way. I know it works because it killed Gojo-"
"And Y/Ns little heart, she was devastated!" Gojo budded in coming from nowhere.
"I'm teaching here." You said. As soon as he arrived you could feel tensions change, you just didn't know why.
"SENSEI CAN I PRACTICE ON GOJO SENSEI!" Maki said with a cursed object in her hand, looking at him like she was going to do more then practice.
"Fine but if you kill Gojo Sensei then I would-"
"Miss him very dearly and be heart broken forever. Then I'd have to burn all our wedding photos." Gojo finished your sentence for you, how kind.
"Were not even married-"
"Yet. We're not even married yet."
" Are you getting this guy Yuta? He's totally pushing it. No way he deserves y/n." Maki said aiming her knife at Gojos head before throwing it.
He caught it.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DON'T DESERVE HER? WE HAVE A KID TOGETHER- I WORK MY ASS OFF EVERY DAY JUST SO SHE CAN TEACH YOU!"
"So he is useful for one thing" Panda said.
"HEY"
"And that's how we became engaged!" Gojo was said, explaining 'your relationship' to the new sorcerer who transferred from Kyoto to Tokyo.
You didn't understand why the needed another sorcerer here but you thought it would be good so Gojo could have more time off (as if) and heck you guys might become friends.
"Hey wifey, this is the new transfer sorcerer."
"Hello" you said with a smile reaching your hand out for her to shake.
"I don't see a ring on that finger" She said
"Oh yeah, were not actually married" you said with a nervous laugh
"Interesting" she said shaking your hand.
"I got a bad feeling about her" Maki said seemingly appearing out of nowhere making you jump in surprise.
"Maki? Well, we just met her okay, we can't make these assumptionsabouther right now." You sighed.
"No, shes deffinatly up to something" Nobora said making your head whip around your other side seeing her with her arms crossed.
"Oh common, maybe that's just the vibe she gives off"
"Yeah people who plan evil things give off that vibe" Panda said behind you.
"Alright okay all we have to do is tolerate her, don't have to like her, but tolerate her at least."
Sure enough not long after that you'd walk around campus and see her clinging onto Gojo's arm laughing at all his jokes. Maybe your students were right.
"No, no your doing it wrong, you go from the torso and rip it right up"
"Yeah right lady, let me just do my thing and you do yours." Maki said annoyed at the woman 'correcting' her.
"Well I'm actually a teacher now so I'd think that I am qualified to mentor you." She said with a grin.
"After all the Zenin clans failure should get all the help she can, right?"
"WHY YOU BITC-"
"Maki? What going on here?" You asked seeing her trying to hold back on staring the woman.
"It seems they aren't very open to criticism" she sranled looking away from you.
"She insulted me about my clan like the little maggot she is, getting under my skin like that. Gross"
"I was just saying the obvious." She rolled her eyes.
"Look, don't insult my students, Maki is one of the strongest sources I know and she worked hard to get here." You said looking at her pissed.
How dare she insult your students. Who dose she think she is?
"Look Miss..."
"Oh you can call me Mrs Gojo."
Your eye twitched. You got to be kidding me.
"If were going to have problems i'll have to tell you to just stay away from my class."
"Oh nobody told you? Well since I moved here Satoru was kind enough to help me get a position in teaching, now your class is my class."
"What? No they can't just do that?" you said now furious
"They can and they did." She said with a smirk.
"Have fun in the feild!" She said looking at you walk away all the way to Yaga's office.
"EXPLAIN YOUR SELF!" You shouted pulling open Yaga's door with pure anger running through your vains.
"We need you out on more missions Y/N, there's been a sudden rise in curses and we need you to help."
"So send the other damn woman!" You said fist slaming down into his desk.
" Your a special grade, shes not even close compared to you."
" Thanks but I don't take flattery as a form of persuasion, give me back my class, I'll work twice the missions after if thats what it takes-"
"No, It's no good to over work yourself" A voice said behind you.
"Satoru, did you know about this?" You said turing your head to him feeling betrayed.
"Hes not wrong y/n there are more curses now, more then even I can handle right now."
"Traitor" you mumbled as you aggressively pushed your way past him bumping his shoulder.
"I hope your right about this" Yaga said looking at Gojo who has his head down.
You were in no power to over turn both Gojo and Yagas decidion so you ended up drowning yourself in missions and everyone you took, the more carless you became. You just let whatever happen happen, a scratch on you? Whatever. Stitches? Okay sure. Cast? what a downer.
Nothing seemed to bother you anymore, nothing motivated you.
"Thanks Shoko but its okay, I'll just put a bandage on it. Wouldn't want to waste your time, plus I got another mission to get to."
"Are you kidding me y/n, its bad enough you don't smoke at all but also the fact you keep coming here almost every hour with a different injury." She said taking a deep inhale of her cigarette.
"Well you know, I got no students, No class room, teaching assistants..." You think of the time Gojo spent dropping into your classes daily and how it would always be a joyful atmosphere. But that rat took your place.
"You know what Y/N? I'm sending you home for a full week, and you have to stay home the entire time. No missions, no Jujutsu. Doctors orders." She said writing a note on her clip board.
You sighed "Thanks Shoko." Even though you didn't want to your body felt so exhausted and so did your mind.
So you got up and walked out of Jujutsu high, when you walked out the field you saw Gojo and ... that woman with your students all on the oval making your heart throb in you chest. You clutched at your shirt hoping this choking feeling would go away.
"Hey Shoko, have you seen Y/N lately? She hasn't spoken much, plus the kids started skipping class since she left."
"When haven't I seen her? She comes here after every mission with a new injury, man you should have seen the last one, nasty, nasty gash just pouring blood every where like she was a fountain" She exaugurated.
"WHAT?!"
"Eh ya'know Y/N stuff, she stopped caring about her self so I ordered her to stay home for a week after her, lets see, 15th visit IN AN HOUR." She said placing a clip board down beside her.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU MENTION THIS EARLIER?!" Gojo said teleporting before Shoko could even respond.
Knock Knock
You almost missed the sound of the knocking, you had the T.V on a high volume to buzz out your reality. You get up and walk through the door, hand on the door knob before you stop.
"If that's you Gojo, i'm busy, I have a mission in 2 minutes." You lied hoping you could drive him away.
"No you don't, Shoko told me the prescription. No curses for a week." He said.
"Now open the door."
Slowly you turned the handle and pulled the door open. There Gojo stood just staring at you. You couldn't physically see him stare but you could feel it, all 6 eyes.
"Was that it?" He asked gesturing toward the small Cinnemaroll bandage on you head.
"Yeah, can you believe it, a week off for this" you said trying to put on a playful tone but it died in your throat.
"You and I both know that that's not the reason for the week off"
"And? You and I both know the reason it happened in the first place. You betrayed me, replaced me, what for? For that...that woman!" you said anger starting to rise.
"Oh is someone jealous?" he asked trying to lighten the mood.
"Look Gojo just go tell that lady your jokes if your trying to crack any, i'm sure it boosts your ego to when she laughs." You sigh going to close the door on him.
His arm reaches out holding the door open before walking into your room.
"Y/N I'm telling you right now, on my life, there is nothing i want with that woman, she just sticks around a lot and is kind of helpless, so we out her in teaching"
"Yeah. And she thinks that to huh? Calling her self Mrs Gojo and all huh." You said watching as he closed the door behind him.
"What? She did? besides the point okay, you want the truth? I dont like her, I even told Yaga to send her back to Kyoto, your not you right now but you need to see that it hurt me to-"
"Why? because she took your spot as the strongest or something? Replaced you? She-"
"Because I like you."
The room fell silent.
"Its not worth keeping anyone around if their going to drive you away from me. Because I really do want to be more than just what we are now, whatever it is." He said leaning closer to you, making you move all the way to the arm of your couch.
"Well maybe you should have thought about that before, because I always...I always waited for you, but every time you just turned it into a joke, I don't want to be a joke to you Satoru but you make me one"
He takes a bigger step forward, wrapping his arms around you, making you fall onto the couch backwards.
"I'm sorry" He said moving strands of your hair aside and kissing the bandaid.
"I just...I want to move on" You said feeling his hand slowly travel down your head to your neck, gently drawing patterns on it.
"Why?" he said now leaning down and kissing the nape of your neck.
"Because- you'll never need me, when theres something, some one new i'll just be cast aside again." You said feeling tears pool in your eyes.
He hovers his head above yours.
"That's not true." he said before brushing his lips over yours.
"The problem is- I can't move on from you" You said finally feeling his lips on yours.
He pulled away wiping the tears from your eyes.
You heard his breath hitch as he went back down and gave you another kiss, but this one was more passionate, filled with all emotions. One of his hands glides up your thigh while the other went behind your head trying to get his tounge in deeper.
"I'll never hurt you again, I promise."
Your arms wandered up his shirt feeling the out lines of his chiseled abs. Slowly you could feel his chest rise up and down as things got more heated and you found your self pulling him closer to.
That night you almost forgot about the past few days as Gojo just kept littering your skin with kisses and hickeys. You wished the Kyoto lady was still there so you could show them off.
AUTHORS NOTE: @mo0nforme I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, USUALLY IM FAST-ER. I just got busy for a few days but now i'm back to posting regularly so, yay? Hope you liked it thanks for reading. reblogs r goot
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đ¸ď¸~ hi, guys! im back with part 2 of my latest writing. sorry for being gone, and happy april! hope spring is treating you all well. in really enjoying seeing all the flowers in bloom. if you couldnât tell already, nature is my favorite thing in the world<33 without further ado, letâs get into it. enjoy, ily <33
đ˛~ fem!reader, nsfw ahead, oral sex, mentions of overstim+markings
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to be honest, i canât think of anything this man wouldnât do when it comes to sexual shit. regardless, he wont just give you what you want- heâll make you beg for it and just tease you until youâre ready to cry, both with his mouth and his words. âaw, does that feel good, sweetheart? canât get any words out for me? youâre always so sensitive, arenât you?â his arrogance makes its way into literally everything he does- he wants you to be desperate for him.
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i think kento likes to use his mouth often because itâs more gentle than straight up sex. he isnât really the type to overstimulate you or make you beg, like gojo. his aim is to please you and heâll do just that. he might tease you ever so slightly, but itâs rare. he spends a lot of time on your pleasure centers and knows exactly how to move his tongue to get you to finish. kento also has no shame in kissing you after you come so you can taste yourself on him, telling you how well you did and how much you deserve his cock.
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will eat that shit like itâs his last meal. bro. he has zero issue marking up the insides of your thighs with hickeys and bite marks. however, toji is at least a little careful not to hurt you or break skin. toji will abuse the shit out of your clit and definitely fingers you while taking you in his mouth. he also makes eye contact the whole time just to fluster you. however, he doesnât let you finish- he would rather save that for when he penetrates you. all of the other stuff was just prep, and believe me, youâll need itđ
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heâll eat you out only when he wants to. if youâre in that mood but he isnât, thatâs just a shame. if heâs in that mood and you arenât, well, obviously geto wonât force you to do anything, but donât expect him to not badger you about it at least a little- but not too much. when he does, itâs for his own pleasure, and heâll do it for as long as he pleases. if geto has had a trying day, expect to be very overstimulated and exhausted by the time heâs come home and the nightâs over.
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same as geto- eats you out when he wants, for his own enjoyment., and for as long as he pleases. sukuna has no issue leaving you unsatisfied or holding your legs open and eating you out until you physically cannot come anymore. youâll find that itâs mostly the latter, though. heâs worse than toji when it comes to leaving marks- your inner thighs will be covered in bites that probably will have broken the skin in several places and bruises. sukuna doesnât tolerate any squirming or struggling, either, when he overstimulates you- heâll just tighten his grip and go even harder. he also degrades you a lot, which should have been expected because itâs literally sukuna. âoh, are your legs shaking already? iâve barely even started, you pathetic slut.â or âkeep your whiny ass still while i ravage your cunt, whore.â
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yuuta i imagine is fairly inexperienced in a lot of sexual things. still, he wants to please you so badly and is willing to learn everything about your body to pleasure you. youâll probably have to direct him the first time or two, but then everything should be good. heâs so cute when he looks up and asks, âis this the right spot?â âam i doing okay?â âdoes this feel good for you?â anyways i love him
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notes on kickoff ch.7
hellooo if you're here thank you for taking the interest! i just had some creative notes i wanted to get off my chest with the release of ch.7 lol i felt compelled to do so with this one i'm basically journaling here. you can read this after reading ch7 here!
I. on gojo's feelings
as for why didn't gojo just tell reader how he felt at the end of the chapter, and instead only says what he does. i think i rewrote this ending like five different times, he was never supposed to tell her at this point based on my story planning, but i did explore the idea of a dramatic confession here regardless, and it didn't fit for lots of different reasons for one, i think he's finally able to put himself in reader's shoes. it's true he's pretty dense and obviously has commitment issues/valid fears that keep him from opening up, but that still doesn't mean he hasn't hurt reader in a lot of different ways already. he realizes, whether intentionally or not, he's led her on and to do a complete turnaround within a few hours while she's already trying to process rejection as she is clearly withdrawn from him i believed would've been selfish on his part, and could possibly cause even more hurt over the fact that he could come off ingenuine. gojo is finally emotionally aware of her enough to recognize it, but he's not a perfect person so it still slips through that he's distraught at the thought of never seeing her again. in general i'm of the opinion that if someone asks for space, you respect that unless they say otherwise of note, just because he realizes that he has these feelings, doesn't necessary change his fears, as no single moment can undo years of trauma, so i think that's why he bites his tongue too. i'm not keen on making this a "woman fixes man" story but i moreso want to embrace the sentiment that you don't need to resolve every single bad thing that's ever happened to you in order to embrace love or happiness.
II. on gojo's commitment issues
i know it was brought up in the first gojo pov that he has issues committing to just one woman, but i wanted this chapter to reveal that it's really just his fear of opening up to people due to the still raw loss he feels of losing someone he loved. i aim with his pov to be more of a stream of his own consciousness rather than from an omniscient observer, which may explain the ambiguity. he's not sure if he's able to open up to a person in a way he knows is normal and healthy, so he settles on shallow connections instead. just wanted to clear this up, and say that it won't be any sort of plot point in which he struggles to be sincere or faithful when he seriously wants to commit to someone as he has no issues with that if he truly wants to be with them (unlike the whore he's been so far in the series lmao)
III. on strawberry vanilla soda
btw i've never had this flavor of soda i'm not even sure where i came up w it loool or if it even exists. i was kind of toying with the idea of gojo seeing reader's message on the can during the match, and that would maybe help him get more focused on the field (sooo sports romance cliche but i still love it haha) but i settled on him seeing it afterwards to kinda parallel the clumsiness he's had with reader so far. for some reason, the universe just doesn't want him to get his timing right with her lol
IV. on angst/conflict
i know ch7 was a bit differentttt less gojo x reader and more just gojo lmfao, it was also a bit angsty. it definitely won't stay angsty throughout the remaining chapters. this was just gojo's lore drop chapter LOL. there will still obviously be angst here and there, but i've got a lot of fun, cute, tense, silly, passionate, messy scenes still planned similar to ch5&6 because i prefer writing those kinds of scenes haha. ultimately this story was always meant to be a full-circle romance, so ch7 was to lay some of the emotional groundwork that gets brought up as the story builds to its climax
that's all i have to saayyy if you actually read this whole thing i love you?? lol. ch7 really emotionally resonated with me as i wrote it, both as someone who understands how gojo feels but also as someone who understands how reader feels, and if it resonated with you too then that makes me very happy and that's ultimately every writer's dream haha. was very cathartic to share these thoughts. i hope to see you in the next oneeee <3 have a wonderful rest of your day!
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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLvtBbFA/
Itâs so cute!
Hello anon!!
Awww this is so, so cute. lkgashgjksahjkgI I had to write something about it + a lil extra hehe. Itâs one of those things that can either be very, very funny⌠or highly upsetting if weâre being realisticđ¤Ł.
warnings: fluff. you have a daughter with Naoya named Naomi. and the mention of your family, you know, hinata, ren, eiichi...... đŤŁ
Enjoy!
âCome on, we should do our own version of that video we saw the other dayâyou know which one, the one where the little girl picks her favorite relative?â youâd tell your brother.
âI recall it being the least favoriteâŚâ
âYou know which one, then!â you grin. âWouldnât that be fun?â
But Ren, far from enthusiastic as you hoped him to be, instead appeared to be⌠skeptical. If not disapproving of your idea.
âI donât know, Y/N. This sounds like a recipe for disaster.â
âWhy? Itâs going to be funny; I just know it!â
âAlright, if you say so. Just donât say I didnât warn you when someone ends with their feelings hurt.â
But you pay no mind to his warnings, opting to instead arrange a small family reunion (with extra guests, such as Gojoâthough he always invites himself over regardless of if heâs considered or not) over at your clanâs estate, the perfect place to perform this seemingly humorous yet innocent game.
âAlright everyone, gather up!â you beamed at the sight of your lovely Naomi running to you as soon as you uttered those words. Already old enough to run, she always took the opportunity to show off her newly acquired skillâone of the many reasons that convinced you even further into making this test.
âMama, mama!!â Naomi grins, jumping as her chubby little hands reached for yours. âIâm here mama!â
âI know, mochi. Now we just gotta wait for the rest to come overâŚâ
âWhat is it?â Hinata asks, mouth full of the nearby snacksâyou always, endlessly told her to stop doing that. At first for your personal distaste, but now mainly because of Naomi, for sheâs at the age where she copies everything she sees and the last thing you needed was her mimicking bad habits!
âDo you need help, Y/N? With Naomi? Or something else?? Let me know and Iâllââ Your father begins to fret; in the usual anxious way he always did whenever it involved his family. Another habit you wished to keep far away from your daughter, though you wonât deny that his enthusiasm to be the best grandfather in the world is very endearing to see. Especially since the paternal one tends to keep to himself.
âNo, no, that wonât be necessary. I just called you all to play a game!â
Naomiâs eyes sparkle at the prospect.
âI wanna play mama!!â
âWe will, but we still need your papa and uncle for that. Where are theyâŚ?â
âSorry, Y/N, weâre here now.â Naoya breathes, having rushed to you after dealing with a⌠senseless discussion. Youâd later come to know that the reason for such altercation and subsequent tardiness was caused by the innocent mistake made on the order heâd place for Naomiâs cake. (He asked for chocolate, was given strawberry. How could that even happen?!)
And while it was insignificant, easily fixable in the grand scheme of things, to Naoya whose perfectionism only worsened when it involved his family⌠well, this was nothing but a grave transgression.
Either way, this issue soon became a thing of the past when Ren appeared, silent as he was still disapproving of your plans, but still willing to participate. After all, who would want to pass an opportunity to tease his brother-in-law when he isnât chosen as Naomiâs favorite?
âI CAME TO THE RESCUE, Y/N-CHAN!!!â It would be Gojo this time around, running towards you and Naomi in a way youâd think there was a fire going on. âYOUR HERO IS HERE!â
But if thereâs someone Ren would love to see kicked down a notch or two more than anyone else, it would have to be Satoru. As of lately heâs been urgently needing a reality check, and this just might do the trick. Heâll make it work either way.
âWell, now that everyoneâs here⌠I guess Iâll start explaining the rules of the game weâre going to play!â You proceed, having long accepted that the best way to deal with Gojo was⌠not to. âSo essentially, today weâre going to learn who Naomi prefers the most. And naturally, the least.â
âThe most?â Hinata repeats, raising an eyebrow. âThatâs an obvious answerââ
ââme.â Everyone responded in unison, making it clearer why this game needed to happen.
âWhat do we need to do?â Naoya asks, and not because heâs eager to know the answer, heâs confident Naomi will choose him before anyone else; but rather because he wishes to see the poor soul sheâd choose last. His heart points to Satoru, or even Hinata. He can already envision their distraught faces⌠ha!
âJust stand in line, one next to the other in front of Naomi. From there, Iâll ask her to run towards you and thatâs it! Pretty straightforward, no?â You explain, eventually looking over Naomi. âHeard that, princess?â
âYes, mama!â Naomi grins. She didnât really pay much attention to the ulterior motive behind this game, after all, all that she cared about was playing and having a good time!
After your explanation, everyone took their respective positions, with the line up ending the following way: Hinata, Gojo, Ren, Naoya, and your father.
âYouâre not playing, Y/N?â Eiichi, your father, asks.
âNope, Iâm going to record it.â You explain. âBesides, I know Iâm going to be chosen first, so whereâs the fun in that?â
Unsurprisingly, no one disagrees with your statement. Perhaps Satoru a bit; but he always loved to stir the pot.
âYou shouldnât be here.â Hinata would whisper at Gojo, giving him a subtle side-eye he responds with a mocking grimace.
âI could say the same about you, Hina-chan. Youâre just going to embarrass yourself, like always.â
She frowns, ready to scold him.
âStop it you two!â Eiichi murmurs. âThereâs no reason to fight. We all know the answer anyways.â
âDo we?â Ren teases.
âYes. As the one that loves her the most, sheâs going to choose me first.â He responds.
âHa!â Naoya laughs loudly, a reaction that has him apologizing immediately after for he held nothing but respect for your father. âI meanââ
But when it comes to warâŚ
âNo, I get it, son. Itâs easy to grow arrogant in comfort.â
Your husband smirks. Who wouldâve known. âIs that so? We shall see then, father.â
âNow, Naomiâremember: just run to whoever you want to go with, ok?â you whisper at her ear. She giggles, nodding along. âAlright, baby. Go stand in your place.â
And once Naomi was ready, phone prepared to record whatever ensued, you count to threeâstarting the moment everyone waited for with your daughterâs bubbly laughter as she dashed towards them, completely ignoring their silly attempts of persuasion, solely guided by her heart.
An effortless win is handed to your father who joyfully picks up your daughter in his arms as soon as sheâs in range, hugging her tightly as he boasts his victory! While the others lament.
âHuh?!â Hinata gasps, mouth agape as she struggles to accept her outcome. âHowâwhyâ?!â
Naoya could ask the same, had all the means to so too, but instead he decides to enjoy the undeniable happiness Naomiâs relationship with her grandfather brought him, how elated he was to see his daughter being unconditionally loved. It was all too obvious, Eiichi spoiled her even more than her own parents and without the responsibilities of oneâof course she was going to pick him!
Though what he could not appreciate so earnestly was coming in third in this alleged competition, her uncle being chosen right after her grandfather, who peppered her face with kisses as soon as she bumped into him. As if officially cementing he was her second favorite person in the whole wide world, rubbing it in Naoyaâs face with a mischievous smile. So much for someone who didnât want this to happen!
âDoesnât feel that nice anymore, huh?â Hinata states with a sly smirk, rubbing salt into the wound.
âDonât get cocky, Iâm next.â
âTold you feelings would get hurt.â At the bickering of your husband and sister, Ren teases you. You playfully smack him, gesturing him to keep quiet.
Naoya would be chosen soon after, and while your husband was happy that he was still above your sister and Gojo, he still couldnât let go of the sorrow his position brought him.
And yet, he managed it so much better than the so-called loser, a distraught Satoru dramatically threw himself to the ground to cry and complain of the supposed fraud that occurred right before his nose! Denouncing the blatant preference shown by the innocent Naomi, who curiously, and later incredulously, stared at him as he continued to throw his tantrum.
âItâs not fair!! Itâs not!!â He cried. âIâm supposed to be the coolest one! The one everyone loves!!!! Thereâs something wrong about thisâabout this game!! You bribed her, didnât youâ you bought her votââ
âOh, shut up already!â Hinata smacks him. âGet a grip, Satoru!â
Thereâs a sliver of regret settling in your heart when seeing Satoru, alongside your husband and sister, somewhat affected by Naomiâs decision, but at the same time, regardless of the outcome, you knew your baby girl loved everyone alike.
Obviously there would be preference towards those she sees almost every day, but at the end of the day sheâs your bubbly, adorable little mochi that harbored nothing but love for those that loved her as well.
âDid you have fun, sweetie?â you smiled, walking over to her and gently shuffling the top of her head.
âYes, mama!â she looks up to you, toothy grin as she holds your hand. Â âWhat do I get for winning???â
Naoya laughs at his daughterâs witticisms, her quickness to get the most out of a situationâsurely, she got this from her father.
âI have a cake in the way, mochi. Wouldâve been here already if they didnât make a mistakeâŚâ
âChocolate?!â
âJust how you like it, princess.â
âI should have the strawberry one as compensation for thisââ Ren smothers Satoru before he could say anything else. âOrâor at least a slice!!â
âNo! I want mama to have that cake! So only mama and I have one!â Naomi refutes Satoru, making Naoya smirk and your heart soar at the acknowledgement youâd always come first in her affection.
UnlessâŚ
âHope Iâm not too late to the partyâ It was the last guest of the day, the one you expected the least since he rarely entertained your invitations: Suguru, accompanied by Nanako and Mimiko whom carried two small bags, gifts for the little girl whose eyes widened, cheeks burning red, at the sight of who many would call her first love.
Coincidentally, the only other person that could give you a run for your money when it comes to Naomiâs attention.
âHi, Geto-kunâŚâ sheâd shyly greet him, hiding behind you while doing so. It kind of reminds you of how you were with Naoya back in the day, when you finally acknowledged your feelings for himâundoubtedly, she got this from you.
âHello, Naomi-chan.â He smiles back, leaning down to her level and unwittingly making her heart pound even faster. âIâm sorry for being late, but I brought some gifts to compensate. Think this will be enough forgive me?â
âDo you want cake? You can have mine!â Naomi smiles, and thatâs when you knew it was serious for she rarely enjoyed sharing her things. Did she not reject Satoru just a few seconds ago?
âNAOMI-CHAN THAT IS NOTâ!â How Satoru managed to escape your brotherâs grasp was something youâll never discern, not that it mattered much since he was subdued soon after.
Though there was one thing you were certain of, and that was how glad you were for Suguruâs tardiness, because had he been part of that silly game earlier on, Renâs warning wouldâve only become a graver premonition, leading you to deal with all of your familyâs sorrow. Perhaps even hurt you as well!
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Hmmm, no. You donât think so. For everything that came from your daughter you could only love.
Naomi liking Geto because I mean WHY NOT. It's just a silly crush, one of those things that she'll quickly grow out and then deny it when you bring it up.
I stated before that Naoya would be upset about it hahaha because you used to like Geto back in the day too. Can't blame anyone tho, he's... ah, so dreamy.
Anyways, I hoped you like this little drabble đĽşI love writing Naomi being such a happy, loved child akghjsakghajksghjakshgjikaghjkajikga đđđđđđ domestic stuff is my WEAKNESS. Probably even more than the highschool au................................................................................................. thankfully, I have more things to write hehe.
Until then, thank you so much for sending in this ask!! keep them coming đ¤ take care and hope to see you soon!!!
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JJK Fic Ideas
I made this as a reblog on another post of mine but I think not many people saw it so I'll post separately here as well lol.
Okay, Iâll add a few of my ideas. All of them have chubby reader inserts because I said so. Also a few of them have dark content.
1. Trainer!Gojo
This one is more canon divergent than an actual AU. This one has a lot of backstory lore. Reader is a foreigner in Japan, she and her boyfriend get attacked by a cursed spirit, her dormant powers get triggered, Gojo saves them. She finds out why her powers were never triggered beforehand and Gojo convinces her to come to Jujutsu High. Sheâs an adult so she canât exactly be a regular student, so he makes her his teacherâs assistant. He trains her, they get close, she forms a crush on him and heâs attracted to her to the point it becomes distracting. They start an ill-advised friends-with-benefits situation and itâs very⌠messy. But they admit theyâre in love with each other. Might have a happy ending, might have a bittersweet ending, idk.
2. Neighbor!Nanami
Self-explanatory. This one is also more canon divergent than a full AU because heâs still a sorcerer. The reader is his sweet new neighbor who keeps bringing him baked goods. Theyâre attracted to each other, but he doesnât want to get a regular human involved in his dangerous life. She asks him to go out to dinner with her on a whim (as friends), and he accepts despite himself. They slowly get closer over time, end up hooking up against his better judgment, and he keeps her at armâs length after that. Things work out, they fall in love. Itâs cute.
3. Roommates!Gojo and Geto AU
This one is also self-explanatory. Gojo and Geto want a third roommate after Shoko moves out, and reader is the lucky gal who they accept. They both think sheâs cute. We get a throuple situation with lots of hijinks.
4. Neighbor!Toji and Kid!Megumi AU
Toji is a single father to 6 year old Megumi and is constantly gone for work (no sorcery in this one but he is a hitman lol). Megumi is alone a lot because of this, and one day he forgets his key while Toji is gone and gets locked out of the apartment. The reader comes home from work to see him sitting there and decides to let him stay at her apartment until his dad gets home, which isnât until very late. Heâs pissy about it at first, but when he sees how well taken care of Megumi is, he chills out. And then shamelessly flirts with her, but she rejects his advances. He doesnât plan to ask her for help, but ends up needing to. They slowly become friends while Megumi opens up and gets attached to her as a mother figure. She discovers Toji has a dark secret but sticks by him and they end up starting a fling, which eventually turns into more. Itâs very sweet.
5. Yakuza Clan AU
Sukuna is the boss, Geto is his advisor, Gojo is his second-in-command, Nanami is the treasurer, Toji is the enforcer, and Choso is head of surveillance. Now some of these arenât like official titles or anything, more so what he wants and needs for his inner circle. I did some research on how the yakuza works but not like⌠extensively cos this is still fiction. Reader is sold to them by a human trafficker and she becomes their plaything (this one is really dark). The ending wonât exactly be happy regardless of how it turns out.
6. Vampire Coven AU
Sukuna is the coven leader, the other five are just members of the coven. The reader becomes their âpetâ, aka their blood bag/toy (also very dark). Now this vampire one has grown extensive lore with lots of coven/clan politics. I went apeshit on the world-building with this one and tbh Iâm the most excited to potentially write this. All the main 6 guys have extensive backstories on how they joined the coven and despite being a dark fic, thereâs lots of tender moments and it will have a âhappyâ(?) ending.
7. Incubus!Sukuna AU
Sukuna finds the reader, thinks sheâs cute, then proceeds to torment her. No real plot for this one (yet). Might just be a one-shot. Also dark. Obviously.
8. Ex!Geto and Friends-To-Lovers!Gojo
This one is gonna be real sad because it essentially follows the plot of JJK. Reader was with Geto when they were young. Geto leaves for his twisted ideals, and she and Gojo are left to pick up the pieces together and end up falling in love. Just very bittersweet and tragic all around. Season two ruined my life.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#satoru gojo#satoru gojo x reader#suguru geto#suguru geto x reader#toji fushiguro#toji fushigro x reader#ryomen sukuna#ryomen sukuna x reader#kento nanami#kento nanami x reader#choso kamo#choso kamo x reader#fic ideas
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Cherish ~A cute light-yellow bloom with a purple center~
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Tags : Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Comfort, Soft Gojo Satoru, Canon Divergence AU(?), Gojo Satoru needs a hug.
Summary : "Come back with me and let me unfold my story once more for you. So you can write me as the main character in the pages of your life. I need you. Please come home."
You're a new teacher at Jujutsu High School and have been promoted by the higher-ups to teach in Tokyo.
Despite being a novice teacher. Your students hold you in high regard, earning instant respect from the famous Gojo Satoru.
Initially, Kusakabe felt skeptical of your ability, having never witnessed you on missions, and he questioned how someone without a good track record or license could teach.Â
However, Gojo held a more open-minded perspective, a typical Gojo Satoru. Believes that anyone could be a teacher, regardless of their lack of experience.
His opinions led you to think that Gojo's reputation isn't as bad as anyone says about him. The truth is, Gojo is a good friend. Very interesting man. Cute. Somehow, you loved how he treated you.
Despite how loud he is in the teacher's room, he always injects joy into your empty heart, filling you with happiness. All of your days are always surrounded by yellow since you know him. Rays of sunshine. Yellow. So warm yet so bright.
He knew how to make you smile, giggle, and laugh. What a wonderful man he is!
Sometimes he would bring you a morning coffee with so much sugar on it, along with some marshmallows. Invite you to lunch, picnic, and watch Kohaku Uta Gassen on New Year's Eve.
Everything about him is too much until you feel dizzy. Because your mind is always full of him.
His other habit is showering you with souvenirs whenever he is aboard. Despite how weird the souvenirs were, you kept them in your bedroom as a charm, a treasure that you would cherish.
Unlike Kusakabe, you dislike Gojo's teaching methods, which seem too casual and childish. However, you can see that his students are talented, even at such a young age.Â
He undoubtedly unusually encouraged his students; you know exactly how he expressed his affection for them. His students mean everything to him. Everything.
One day, he said he needed your help and claimed that you were the only person who was capable of helping him. He didn't give you any details, but he only sent you a message with crying emoticons, expressing distress.
You found him in his favorite spot. Which is a cat cafe near Tokyo. Even with his eyes covered by a blindfold, you could tell he was worried by the tone of his words.
He started. "You know, two days ago I sent Megumi to examine Sukuna's finger, and... at first it went so well, but... there was a kid the same age as Megumi, and he swallowed Sukuna's finger. I don't know what to do now. He's possessed by Sukuna. The higher-ups want him to be executed, but something about this situation is bothering me."
"Oh, is he in the same situation as Okkotsu-kun? I know Gojo-senpai always has something good in his head. I understand why the higher-ups are concerned, but their opinions are often biased. Gojo-senpai is more suited to this. So, do what you think is right, and I'll help if you need me."
"Butâ"
"Senpai, I understand your concerns. However, that kid still needs you right now. He's probably confused, and I want you to guide him. Where is he now? Should I greet him?"
"Sure, you can meet him at school. I'm sure Yuuji-kun likes you."
You understand that very well. Gojo is in a fragile state where he can't think clearly. He seems to look to you as a moral compass or hopes for some good suggestions.
Last year had a big impact on his mental health, and you've been deeply concerned. He never scolded you before, but every time you mentioned Yuuta, he always raised his tone when talking; he didn't want you to be involved with his problem.
Kusakabe says that Gojo will solve his problems on his own, as he's always done since they were young. Gojo always has a tiny space in his mind to solve everything.
Yet, he is still human, right? In the end, he needs someone to encourage and support him, no matter how strong he may seem.
The Shibuya Incident left everyone with so much trauma and pain. The Jujutsu world lost everything at that time. Nanami was gone, Maki was severely injured, and Shibuya transformed into a big black hole in only an hour.Â
This impact hits you as well. Your own realm seemed to be falling apart. There was a pain sensation as if transparent swords were stabbed all over your body. The series of nightmares filling your mind, including the worst scenario.
Gojo Satoru.
Why did this happen to him? Was he too reckless, pushing himself against those curses? Did he let his guard down?
You kept sending positive thoughts to your brain, hoping and praying that Gojo would be fine and that you could help him escape the prison realm.Â
But no matter how hard you tried to be strong, you couldn't hold back your pain. Especially when reading the announcement from the higher-upsâtaking advantage of Gojo's absence, they declared the execution for Yaga and Yuuji. Two people are important for Gojo.
Of course, this was not what you wanted, and certainly not with Gojo.
Everyday. Everyday. You hope that a miracle will whisper your fortune. You are hoping for him to come back and see his face...
again...
at least one more time again...
...with him.
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#jjk gojo x reader#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#gojo jujutsu kaisen
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SWEET. - s. gojo. established relationship. sfw. black reader. banner info.
gojo knows you better than you know yourself.
he knows when you're tired by the twitch of your eyebrow. he knows when you're irritated by the look that you give him, signaling that you're about to verbally ( and possibly physically ) violate who ever is the source of your irritation. he knows when you've come up with a joke by the way you start to smile and attempt to hide it with your hands as you wait to tell your joke.
he knows how you take your coffee and tea. he knows your favorite foods and where to get them from. he knows your favorite colors, artists, authors, brands, and movies. he knows your values and aspirations in life.
he knows even smaller things like you prefer to write in pen because pencil can fade and smudge over time. he knows that you like to keep your thermostat at 70 °F regardless of the season. he knows what you're doing that day based on your shoes.
and he knows that you're in love with him.
he can see it in your eyes and your smile. he can hear it in your voice and your laugh. he can tell by your actions. so he knows it without you telling him.
he still loves it when you do.
it's well after midnight when he enters your shared apartment. there's a stream of light coming from the kitchen and low voices coming from the living room. he knows it's too late for you to be awake and assumes you left the tv on before going to sleep. he shakes his head amused and switches to his slippers before traversing through your apartment.
he stops in the kitchen first, taking note of the meal you prepped and put aside for him before "closing" the kitchen for the night. you even left a note for him, telling him what it is and where he can find more if he needed it. he smiled at the notion before putting the container in refrigerator, not having an appetite for anything other a deep slumber.
as he entered the living room, he was greeted with the sight of you struggling to stay awake as you watched reruns of boondocks episodes. he leaned against the archway, admiring you as you tiredly giggle at one of huey's one liners. you were prepped for bed, dressed in a camisole and boy shorts with your silk bonnet covering your coily afro.
"what're you doing up, baby?" he said, seeming to have just alerted you of his presence as you looked over at him in surprise. he smile widened at your startled expression before walking over to stand in front of the couch.
"was waiting for you. haven't seen much of you lately, so i wanted to make sure you were okay," you mumble out, looking up at him from your seated position.
"aww, worried about little ole me? y'know i'm always okay," gojo assured you, taking your chin in his palm before bending down and placing a chaste peck on your lips. you chased his lips, kiss ending too soon for your liking, but he pulled away and stood straight. "do you do this every night?"
"would you believe me if i said no?" you smiled sheepishly, knowing that he wouldn't be happy to know how often you waited up for him. sometimes you'd even fall asleep on the couch, waking up in the early morning hours to retire to your empty bed.
"baby..." gojo sighed, hands trailing down your arms and to your hands. he grasped your hands, pulling you from the couch and into his arms. you rested your head against his chest, listening to the soothing beat of his heart as he led you to your bedroom.
"i know, i know. i only do it when you don't say when you'll be home. i just miss you and want you safe. that's all," you mumble out, wrapping your arms around him and shuffling closer. gojo felt what was left of his stress melt away as you secured your arms around him. he paused in his walking and gazed down at you.
as a sorcerer, there were many times when gojo wouldn't be home for days at a time. he always made his best effort to inform you and would even give you updates during meal times. there were a few instances in which you'd send him a video of you doing any little task and would talk as if he was there with you. there wasn't a lot of time for calls, so these video memos were the perfect way to see you and hear your voice.
"hm?" you look up at him, chin resting on his chest. gojo smiled softly at you, bending down for another kiss. this one was a bit longer and much deeper as you pushed yourself towards his lips. it was still soft like a sweet whisper, the silence screaming the unsaid love confessions. gojo pulled away, observing you again before continuing to walk.
"you're so sweet."
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cher(ease)Â (satoru gojo x reader)
notes: i want to preface this by saying: yes, i know i posted a fic yesterday too. no, i am not actually that prolific. this was written for the willow house Meet Fruit collab. actually, i wrote it right after @willowserâ suggested it, but i waited to post it because I was actually a little unhappy with it when I was done writing it initially and i figured some time away from it might help. it did. a little. i think. now iâm not sure any more..Â
contains:Â gender neutral reader, typical satoru gojo antics, some small manner of sexual tension
wc: 1.4k
You love cherries.Â
They are, without a doubt, your favorite fruit; tart, sweet and easy to eat with their stems serving as a cute little handle. It does suck having to deal with eating around the pits, but your beloved cherries are worth the inconvenience. Itâs truly, truly a shame that theyâre only really available in the summer, but that just means you need to eat your fill when theyâre in season.
Which is why, when you stumble across a display of them at the market, rows of cartons filled to the brim with bright, plump, juicy red cherries, you end up buying a carton or three without a second thought.
In retrospect, it might have been better to show some restraint. Maybe you had hungry eyes, or were just a touch too excited, or maybe it was even the fact that youâd spent an unspeakable amount of money on just cherries. Regardless, in order to attempt to absolve yourself of some of the buyerâs regret thatâs clearly haunting you after splurging on fruit you benevolently decide to share them with the students and your fellow staff members at Jujutsu High.Â
Or at least, that had been your intent.Â
âOh hey,â Satoru Gojo greets you casually as you walk into the staff room, his feet propped up on the table so he can lean his chair back as far as possible. In one of his hands is a cherry, one of your cherries, hanging delicately from its stem. âWhatâs up?â
âWhat are you doing?â you ask him reflexively, ignoring his question outright as a surge of annoyance courses through your veins. Thereâs a part of you that feels weird about suddenly feeling possessive over the cherries. You brought them to share with everyone and everyone includes Gojo. It shouldnât be a big deal that he's gone ahead and helped himself to some without asking, and yet you still find yourself feeling agitated.Â
"I was hungry," he replies nonchalantly, popping the cherry in his mouth.Â
"And you thought it would be okay to snack on my cherries?"Â
Gojo shifts forward in his chair and offers you an easy-going smile that only makes you scowl more. âThere were so many in the fridge Iâd thought youâd brought them to share.â
Your instinct is to argue, to be obtusely contrarian with him, but the fact of the matter is that heâs right, so you keep your mouth shut. Instead, you sit yourself down and stare at the half full carton of cherries on the table.Â
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Gojo wiggling around, not-so-subtly vying for your attention like an overly excitable child. You ignore him and instead choose to think of the rising cost of produce. It was truly an ungodly amount you spent on those cherries and you know for sure that a year ago the same amount of them would have cost marginally less. When you thought about sharing them with the students, the blow to your wallet seemed bearable, their smiles worth the cost and more. But rather than your students' darling faces all you can see is the image of Gojoâs face, his cheeks stuffed with cherries like heâs a squirrel feasting on nuts. Itâs annoying. Maybe you can get him to pony up and pay you back for a portion of what heâs eaten. Surely the heir to the Gojo clan can pay for some of the cherries heâs gobbled up.Â
âHeyâŚâ Heâs whining loudly now, any attempts at being subtle abandoned. You consider ignoring him more, but think better of it and look in his direction. Unsurprisingly, heâs pouting, his perfectly moisturized lips puckering out, and youâre glad that his blindfold detracts from what is otherwise a disgustingly handsome face. âWhy the long face?â
Heâs mocking you. Heâs totally mocking you. Not that youâd expect anything different from him. Rather than grace him with an actual answer, you shoot him a pointed look. Thereâs no goddamn way that he doesnât know. But still, Gojo plays his favorite role and tilts his head innocently. When you donât say anything more he exclaims, âOh! I know! You must be hungry.â
Again, heâs not wrong, but this time heâs not exactly right either.
He grabs another cherry, this time holding it up in your direction. He grins as he propels it toward your mouth. âHere. Say âah~ââ
âGojo, you are not feeding me.â
He ignores you, insistently pressing the cherry to your lips as he speaks, his voice an octave lower, "They taste really good, you know."Â
The sexy drop of his voice is nothing short of deliberateâ a tried and true tactic of his meant to get under your skin. You glare at him, your agitation clear as day. He is, as expected, completely unfettered, the cherry still flush against your lips.Â
Your options at this point are to: wait until he gets bored and drops the cherry, possibly onto the floorâ wasting it or shamefully accept it and endure him gloating about it for the rest of the day. As much as youâd love to waste Gojoâs time and sit at the table in a silent stalemate, you have other things to do. Important things.
So you open your mouth wide, wider than necessary, and use your teeth to rip the cherry from Gojoâs grasp in the most unattractive way possible.Â
âYay!â he cheers, choosing to focus on seeing just what he wants to see instead acknowledging that you obviously donât want his offering. You consider, for one wild second, spitting it back in his face. However, you donât and just drop the cherry into your open palm. Now what? Do you eat the cherry or just toss it? Frankly, it feels like a lose-lose situation either way, so you might as well go with the option that gives Gojo less satisfaction: you toss it into the trash can.Â
âAwâŚâ His lips jut out to form an excessive pout.
âI already told you: you are not feeding me.â
âYouâre no fun."
âIâm plenty of fun,â you dead pan at him, scowling. âIâm just not your plaything.â
âMeaning you wonât feed me either?â
âAbsolutely not.â
âNot even if I say please?âÂ
âNope.â
âHmph.â Heâs being overly dramatic and you both know it. âGuess I will enjoy the cherries all on my own, then.â
His voice drops again. The second time makes your body feel a little bit weird, but you remain largely immune to his antics, electing to grab another cherry to eat over paying him any mind.Â
But Gojo reaches for the cherries right when you do, obviously and intentionally going for the same one you are, and your fingers brush against one another. You scowl and rather than play some weird version of finger footsie, you go for a different cherry.
Annoyed, you shoot him another glare, or at least, you intend to, but heâs pulled his dumb blindfold down and thatâs a tell-tale sign that heâs up to no good. You can already feel your blood pressure rising. Dealing with him like this is even more of a pain than usual.
He holds your gaze, his eyes clear as the summer sky, glimmering, as he presses the cherry to his mouth every so gently, as if heâs kissing it. You watch, almost entranced, your mouth suddenly dry. Gojo rolls it over his lips, parting them ever so slightly to press the damn fruit further in, his tongue darting out andâ
You force yourself to look away, rolling your eyes as you do. âWhat the hell are you doing? You look stupid.â
Gojo merely hums, chewing on the cherry. You hope he bites into the pit and dies of cyanide poisoning.Â
He tosses a few more cherries into his mouth before he speaks, another seductive drawl, and though you would never admit it, you think your immunity grows weaker every time he uses that damn tone of voice. âHey.â
âWhat,â you deadpan, glancing at him.
Gojo grins at you and his lips part just slightly, calling your attention to them again. He reaches up and slowly pulls a cherry stem from his mouth. Itâs looped into a little knot and the sight of it throws you back to your middle school daysâ your classmates giggling quietly to themselves over the implications of things like tongue tied cherry stems and candies unwrapped using oneâs tongue alone.Â
âSo,â he starts, his stupid blue eyes shining with shameless amusement, âhave you heard what they say about people who can do this?â
He grins at you, far too pleased with himself for his own damn good. You know the answer heâs looking for. And he should know that hell will freeze over before you give it to him.
âYeah. They call them idiots for putting the damn cherry stem in their mouths.â
#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo x you#gojo x reader#gojo x you#jjk x reader#i actually do not eat a lot of cherries#i thought i was allergic for the longest time#actually yellow nectarines are my summer fruit of choice#i had one the other day and it was just so juicy and sweet#oh the title#it's obviously a pun but i don't know if the fic really implies enough that the 'ease' part refers to how 'easily' gojo did the thing#but someone like him could easily tie a knot from a cherry stem or unwrap a starburst#he's a freak#i hate him go to hell gojo#infinite loop!verse
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No matter what Gege does with Gojo, I donât think it will be satisfying for me
I considered every option for what could possibly happen with Gojo, regardless of how likely I think they are, and I genuinely can't find myself considering any of them a satisfying conclusion.
**1. He is dead and no one will mention him in the last chapter.**
Hate this. So much. Random civilians in Shibuya were shown respect by Yuji in the middle of chaos and panic, but nobody has ANYTHING nice to say about Gojo?? Since the fight ended, we got Kusakabe saying he is at fault for not killing Yuji and Shoko calling him an idiot (endearingly) for not destroying Geto's body. Lovely.
**2. He is dead and somebody will say something or we will be shown a grave.**
Better but still bad. I feel like the ship has sailed at this point. They had a chance while reflecting on the fight and we got nothing. Megumi and Shoko were at Tsumiki's grave and... we got nothing. I think it's pretty safe to say no one will be mourning him in the last chapter, they're already going on missions after all. And a simple mention feels incredibly cold and empty.
**3. He is dead but will come back to life due to his soul still not departing and sacrificing one of the Six Eyes in a binding vow.**
I won't comment on how possible or not this is because Yuta managed to return to his body simply by being in proximity of Rika. If Gege wants to write it, he can. However, we are talking about the last chapter of the manga and this would absolutely take away the spotlight from Yuji. Not to mention that this route needs groundwork that I don't think 19 pages can provide for. ALSO, this still doesn't explain why nobody is sad or willing to acknowledge him because, to them, he is dead.
**4. He is actually alive and that's why nobody has been shown to be sad about him.**
Would make sense in terms of characters like Yuji and Yuta not showing any emotion towards him. But this isn't like Nobara's situation. Like I said, it needs build up. A character like Gojo should be shown making his choice, not just appearing out of nowhere. It would add absolutely nothing to his arc and would honestly be pure fanservice.
**5. The dream theory.**
I donât know how much you've heard about this but there is a theory going around that these last chapters or more have all been a dream. I won't do any analysis on the validity of it because this isn't important to my point. "Who's dream?" is the actual question here.
**a) It is Yuji's dream.**
You want to tell me somebody as kind and compassionate as Yuji has no place for his teacher in his dream of a happier tomorrow? Get out of here.
**b) It is a collective dreamlike state, a product of Sukuna's activation of the Merger despite the rules imposed on it.**
Again, nobody, not a single soul, has it in their heart to include Gojo in their dream? In any way other than criticizing him? It would go against all the care Yuji and Yuta have shown for him and be a genuinely awful characterization. It would show he was actually not loved at all, something we know isn't true.
**c) It is Gojo's dream.**
So, Gojo is dreaming of a world where his body is used as a weapon, his students don't care enough to even mention his name and life goes on as if he never existed? He can imagine himself being blamed but not having a place in his ideal future? Do you want me to kill myself?
I would really like to hear opinions or other options if you have any. Right now, this is all just sad.
*Cracks Knuckles*
First of all, I have read the dream theory and I believe it's possible but for now we take the last chapters at face value.
Yes, the lack of any mourning for Gojo (and Choso) is sad and a sour note at the end of the manga. We already had this lack of regard for his death during the Shinjuku fights. There I could understand though how the characters pushed all their feelings to the side once Gojo had been defeated.
They needed to act fast and steadfast, so we got most of their concern and other emotions while Gojo was still fighting.
Now though there is no excuse anymore. JJK had alwasy been a little loose when it came to the slower and reflective moments but Gege had the space the previous chapter to fill it with somehting meaningful. Instead we got an unnecessary explanation of the New Shadow Style school system that's just plain unimportant three chapters before the end.
So in that regard, yes, Gege fumbled it. Even in the driest part of Gojo's death, there still should've been an earth-shattering shake up of the status quo the same way his birth had changed the jujutsu world. But that was also lacking because chapter 270 basically erased all conflict in the story.
So what will happen now?
Your option 1) hate it, too :D
Option 2) nothing to add. Perfectly said how Gojo should've already been talked about instead of letting it go to the last chapter where he most likely won't get centre stage.
Now to Option 3/4) First, the last chapter will be longer than 19 pages. It was either double or tripple the length of a normal chapter so there is more time to flesh the last things out. Second, I have my own theory on how Yuta using Kenjaku's CT on Gojo's body and then getting ejected from it, might've have permanently revived Gojo.
I don't like Gojo being just alive though because that would be anticlimatic and detrimental to the high stakes and emotions that came before. It would be just one more thing in this super happy ending everyone got (except Choso). What could work though is Gojo's body being alive but in a vegetatitve state. Then it would be open ended how his story would go on.
Now the thing about the dream theory is: Yuji only imagines the good things. That's why characters where their death was ambiguous are all alive and only those who had been 100% confirmed dead are dead. With Yuji doing the dreaming, he would push negative feelings about death away and mourning is one such feeling and he had done exactly that previously as well.
If this theory comes true, Yuji would be mourning way more than just Gojo's death at the end. He would also be mourning the good end he envisioned for everyone. And that's sad but also... what I would prefer in contrast with this sugar cloud of a happy ending.
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THAT GOJO FIC THOUGH??? an absolute masterpiece and soooo beautifully written. definitely felt super in character for him - equal parts eerie, entitled, and light-hearted? loved loved loved it.
iâm curious (not necessarily a requestâŚunless?) just want to pick your brain about what that relationship between gojo and reader might look like as adults or a few years in the future. does his yandede tendency worsen? does reader ever try to leave or just accept how things are? what, if anything, would anger your interpretation of yan!gojo? how does he keep reader under his thumb for so many years? do others understand what heâs doing and what their relationship truly is? what even is their relationship? haha iâm so sorry i just loved your gojo so much and am foaming at the mouth for any more scraps you may have to offer
THANK YOU VERY MUUUUUUUUUCH there's something about questionable men that turns my pupils into hearts each and every time.
as for your questions, let's see... first and foremost, i've decided that the fic i discussed writing is like the 'baseline' universe with 'it's graduation, isn't it?' being a branching yandere narrative (or AU i guess)?? i came up with a backstory for the darling in IGII and thought it had enough potential to be explored further. so, all this to say that i'm working on the main story right now which will flesh out reader's relationship with shoko, geto, and gojo in particular. this'll give additional context to the relationship gojo and reader have in the yandere fic! for their time in high school, i've decided to split the story into three main arcs, each one taking place during reader's time as a first year, second year, and third year. (i have ideas for post high school-to the present day in when the main events of JJK pick up, but i'll focus on that later).
here's a general overview of the start of the fic. presently, its working title is 'golden girl.'
2005 â reader's first year arc.
takes place primarily from reader's perspective with the occasional shift to omniscient perspective. reader's from another country, so she's unfamiliar with all the politics/bureaucracy in japan's jujutsu scene. in-depth look at her first day at jujutsu tech, her initial impressions of shoko, gojo, and geto. gojo does something that reader views as irresponsible, kickstarting their decades long relationship with reader disliking him đ
exploring the quintet's dynamic with one another. reader still thinks gojo is annoying, is okay with geto but finds something about him mildly unnerving, gets along best with shoko. gojo has intense 'kindergarden boy pulling the hair of the girl he has a crush on' energy. reader sloooooooowly warms up to him.
reader at this point has a rose-tinted view of jujutsu society. while she isn't ignorant to the reality sorcerers face when going about their jobs, she assumes everyone at the top must get along so everyone can best preserve the public's safety. can't fathom why it'd be any different. as such, the story's tone up until this point has a slice of life-esque vibe.
the first real conflict in this arc comes in the form of an assignment gojo, geto, and reader receive. a zenin sorcerer got whooped on what should've been an easy job, dirtying the family's image. to rectify this, the zenins pester jujutsu tech to send in the heavy artillery (aka gojo and geto) so it looks like the job was so difficult, some of the best sorcerers had to handle it. reader is also requested to join them for reasons that'll be revealed later.
(more under the cut because whewie this got long)
gojo and geto can pretty much see through the petty politics going on. they explain the machinations to reader, who decides to take the assignment serious regardless. gojo in particular is very blasĂŠ about the entire thing because one, that big ass ego and two, he's a teen. bad combo.
the assignment itself takes place in an abandoned nursery on the outskirts of nagoya. here, the three encounter the curse 'the caretaker' and its 'little ones.' now it's psychological horror time. gojo's arrogance exacerbated by reader's insistence on following protocol clash bad. the fight ends up not being so simple after all due to the curse's abilities. they eventually realize reader's cursed technique is Suspiciously best suited to work as a counter, but at grave risk and damage to herself. thanks zenins. ultimately, reader pulls it off, but receives heavy injuries in the process. gojo and geto are pissed about this entire thing. character development for the squad that'll play into their themes into adulthood (gojo's wish to upend the higher-ups, geto's disillusionment with jujutsu society, and a secret third thing for reader).
in what will serve as a parallel for post star plasma arc, the three are able to 'overcome' the event enough and grow closer for it. everyone's coping mechanisms kinda sucks but not to the degree it'll suck after the events of post star plasma arc.
reader's like oh boy, that was an eventful first year haha! i sure hope my second year isn't anywhere near as chaotic haha! :)
as for where the narrative would branch into a yandere AU, that'd take place mostly in reader's third year. personally, i think gojo would be a bit of an unhealthy weirdo no matter what in a romantic relationship, but just not to the Full yandere extent. so you'll see him up to some questionable shenanigans even in the main fic.
i apologize, i ended up laser focusing on gojo's relationship with reader so much that i didn't really answer your other questions GJSDKLFS i just feel like the events of the main story will go on to shape yandere and non yandere gojo's behavior with reader enough that without context, it won't make as much sense.
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Nanami Kento Headcanons
AGE GAP SERIES - GENERAL
f!reader
series: how you met,
the most perfect man
youâre a good amount of years younger than him letâs say between 5-7 years for our sake but i feel like you gotta be old enough to drink for this man to consider
be prepared to be courted
like properly taken out on dates, sent flowers, constant calls, and check-ins
youâll never be left on the dark with this man
never opening a door around him i am convinced
i saw someone say heâd keep his hands on your waist as someoneâs passing by to move you and ugh yes
lowkey dads you
will straight up scold you if youâre being a brat or doing something risky
sometimes heâs a little too mature for your liking, youâre upset and just looking for an argument and he doesnât argue. he wants to communicate- youâve never had that before and itâs foreign
he can be impatient about detrimental things, childish things, but heâs always patient with you
or tries to be patient⌠will always listen to you ramble and try to see it from your side. but heâs like wow thatâs such an immature way of thinking and just has to deal with it
i imagine if you vape it pisses him off sm heâll just rip it out of your hand and scold you idk why i had this thought
youâre literally his perfect girl
he adores you in every way
calls you dear and honey
always walks behind you when going up stairs so no one looks at your ass
always brings a jacket when you two go out, regardless if he needs it because you always do even when you insist you donât
heâll go to the bar with you and your friends ofc if you ask, but heâll feel out of place. heâs more of the fine establishments type person where everyoneâs dressed up and thatâs where heâd prefer to spend his time off with you besides home
loves spoiling you
loves watching you get flustered as youâre not used to it- pretty jewelry and bags make you red in the face
youâre just always trying to tell him you donât need all that stuff like youâre good!
friends joke heâs your sugar daddy (he borderline likes it too)
youâre a civilian as i can see him needing a constant to come home to
loves when you are just hanging out and you lay your head on his lap so he can play with your hair and keep you close
but that means youâre stuck worrying a lot
sometimes turns into him having to console you and support you over his career more so than anything else
which you feel so guilty but youâre too young to deal with the emotions and be able to set them aside to support him
but you try- like shoulder massages after a hard job, sitting with him in silence until heâs ready to talk
you see him all bloody once as he had a tough job, gojo got you from school (pls why do i see you being a grad student) or work
and youâre traumatized seeing him beat up like that- heâd wait days sometimes to see you again to rid of major injuries
you donât know how to handle it. you donât know if you can handle it but you love him
sometimes the age gap does take its toll on both of you
you still love going out, drinking, making dumb decisions not ready for the real world whereas heâs cynical about life, works tirelessly
i would say thatâs where all the arguments stem from
his frustration with your actions and lack of care towards yourself. you can barely cook to save your life, you hardly do laundry, and youâre deathly hungover when he wants to get breakfast
why doesnât he want to get black out drunk with you? he doesnât want to go to girls night? or why is he still at work late? youâll blame gojo for that one
it probably forces yâall to sit down and really talk about what you both want out of the relationship
which is each other
i wanna write so much age gap stuff for him
nsfw
dom! pleasure dom like always complimenting you and singing you praise about how good you feel
if heâs your first- heâll take that very seriously
gentle with you like youâd break in his arms
walks you through everything heâs doing
preps you so perfectly, making you finish with his tongue before he even touches you, is very big on foreplay always
is more for your pleasure than his own
large :)
stretches you out, your gasping for him as you grasp his biceps
calls you princess in bed
âsuch a good girl.â
âso tight for me.â
âyou like that?â
âfeel so good around my cock.â
âc��mon princess, come for me.â
teases you so much, has you begging for him to fuck you, touch you, let you finish
king of aftercare with baths and cuddles aw
#iâm so obsessed with this man#kento is the epitome of perfection#husband material#nanami kento#kento x y/n#nanami headcanons#nanami x reader#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujustu kaisen#gojo satoru#inumaki toge#itadori yuji
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hello (i have read you're taking requests at the moment. it's okay if you can't do this but if you can i will be so so so grateful ) could you please write satoru x reader who has kind of a stronger, more introverted personality (a bit of a tsundere) so people normally deem them as intimidating, emotionless and hard to approach but satoru is falling so hard for them? like they've been close because he's been one to genuinely care and get to know them for who they are and that's why he's so protective and whipped. he's the only one who the reader lets baby them around and vice-versa, because they both know how hard it is to keep the "strongest" facade while being so soft and love starved inside. thank you if you do this really it means a lot!
SO CUTE. love satoru x tsun! Readers opposites attract okayâŚ.
- satoru is not one to be intimidated by anyone, so you donât scare him like everyone else. He probably finds you personally fun to tease as you get annoyed easily!
- also, itâs just nice to see you show emotions since everyone thinks youre so emotionless and he likes to know he has an effect on you!
- but eventually aside from the teasing he tries to genuinely be your friend, which he doesnât do with many people (the only true friends he feels he has being shoko, nanami, geto, and haibara. Secretly utahime too but.)
- this mainly comes from a place of finding you fun to be around despite your personality, (youâre fun to be around cuz itâs fun to tease you) but also he does genuinely find you interesting and wants to learn more about you
- a friendship would be formed of course, and slowly heâd get to see every bit and piece of you and falls for you in the process :)
- heâd be aware of it too, and kinda just accepts that as his life
- he would really value your friendship a lot though, due to how he canât really be this vulnerable around anyone else, except maybe geto but itâs not the same.
- the closeness he feels with you is really special to him, so he wouldnât tell you how he felt for a long time as he valued what you two have together
- regardless, satoru is very sweet to you! Aside from all the teasing cuz he does love to do that a lot
- but he actually goes out his way to buy you things! claims itâs cuz youâre such close buds, but you see a chibi geto laughing in the corner for some reason
- he likes buying you sweets :) he knows despite that rough exterior deep down youâre a softie just like him who loves to munch on some gummy bears
- also he isnât subtle btw
- like he thinks he is but he isnât
- bro straight up watching a movie on the couch and then be like âoh man! Itâs so cold in here! Can I cuddle up to you?â and itâs like 90 degrees outside
- satoru typically isnât all that protective of people he likes, cuz I genuinely canât imagine him with somebody he would view as weak (I also think even if he did itâd be very unhealthy and savior complex-y)
- he doesnât doubt you can handle yourself, but he doesnât like to stand back and watch people judge you and assume youâre some robot, incapable of feeling. Incapable of being sad or incapable of being exhausted from a long day. Youâre a human being, and he will not hesitate to remind people of that, if you wonât.
- and vice versa cuz even satoru forgets heâs a human being thatâs allowed to rest
- satoru will ask for some of your praise cuz itâs his favorite but you almost never deliver. The few times you do heâs blushing and also never shutting up about it. Two years later and he will still talk about the time you said he did a good job baking those chocolate chip cookies.
- satoru feels like he can tell you anything, his worst mistakes, his fears, his guilt. And heâs happy you feel the same way. That you can let down your walls too.
- your relationship is interesting because of how similar and different you both are, you both build up walls and hide but in a completely different manner. You act mean and tough all the time, while gojo acts happy and silly all the time. You both have a hard time being vulnerable and letting people in, and you both know what itâs like to be the strongest and have people assume nothing bad could happen to either of you because of the strength you both constantly show to the world. But you both have such big and soft hearts that youâre both terrified to share. And yet, because of that understanding, you both find solace in one another and let eachother in as if neither of you cared about letting people in, in the first place.
#satoru x reader#satoru x y/n#satoru x you#satoru gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo x y/n#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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yâall walk with me in the five minutes i have left of free time ;;
tw: suicide attempt, parental abuse
toge who has been an idol since he was a child x new and upcoming idol yuuta
⢠toge who grew up in a famous family who immediately pushed him to the limelight since the moment he was born
⢠he was one of the youngest child idols at the time, heâs always had a voice that captured attention and was exploited for it.
⢠he spent his entire childhood isolated from others, homeschooled, no friends, no choice in what he got to do or who he got to talk to, and under the scrutiny of the publicâs eye
⢠his parents even forced him to take specific medications to keep his voice from changing, they withheld affection but paraded him around like a prize dog.
⢠everything changed after his suicide attempt.
⢠he woke up in a hospital for the first time, voice gone from his attempt, and lifeless with disappointment.
⢠his parents were furious at the loss of his voice and the attention he drew to them, to the point where they couldnât even disown him without public scrutiny.
⢠years go by and toge remains in the spotlight for his looks and dancing ability. heâs often involved in movies/series that involve mute characters, but heâs far from the popularity he used to have.
⢠itâs at one of the fan meet and greets before his attempt that yuuta meets toge for the first time.
⢠yuuta had grown up completely normal, and had watched a few shows that featured toge. heâd always been awed by him, there was such an untouchable aura about him that always captured everyoneâs attention.
⢠when yuuta hears that thereâs a meet and greet, he doesnât even hesitate. yet when heâs finally there, naturally he freezes up.
⢠the security is rushing him, his hands are sweaty, and thereâs a growing line behind him. part of yuuta is ready to run far away, yet itâs toge who waves the security away. who smiles at him kindly, takes his hand gently, and talks to him patiently.
⢠yuuta blurts out that someday he wants to shine as bright as him, and thatâs the only moment togeâs eyes dim. but the shorter boy smiles regardless, and on his card, he writes, âi hope you shine brighter than the stars in the sky. iâll be waiting for your debut! - your first fan, toge.â
⢠a few years later, the news breaks that one of the biggest child stars has just attempted to take their life.
⢠for the first time, toge seemed human to him. heâd always had impressive acting ability, and his glow on stage when he danced never wavered, but his eyes were what gave him away. even looking back to their first meeting, they seemed so sad that he couldnât bring himself to look away.
⢠so for years, yuuta works hard with his childhood friend as his manager to rise in the ranks. he gets his big break when the biggest recording studio in the country discovers him and sends him an offer to sponsor him with a new, male idol group.
⢠he doesnât even hesitate to say yes and soon heâs meeting his fellow members, megumi and yuuji.
⢠gojo, the owner of the studio, lets him in on a little secret, heâs trying to recruit toge too.
⢠cue yuuta being interviewed and always hinting at his celebrity crush, unknowing that toge has been watching the group since it was announced.
⢠toge at this time has mainly switched to acting roles, where he meets maki on-set of a movie. and panda who works as a camera technician. theyâre his best friends, and heâs finally out of his parents house, but still feels compelled to cater to the public. yet not enough to join a full-blown idol group.
⢠the black-haired boy who sings his heart out on stage seems familiar, but he just canât put his finger on it.
are you still walking with me because iâm kind of sprinting now <3 i just think toge deserves to be dazzled by idol yuuta who still fumbles his way talking to him shyly up close, i love that for him
please picture yuuta pushing his hair back and winking on stage to toge in the crowd, turning around to go to his dressing room and immediately collapsing into a blushing, pathetic pile of mush.
toge, hiding in the crowd in disguise, red-faced and wondering when his shy fan turned into a heartthrob who could flirt
i always say this but feel free to ask me any questions about any auâs or works i have, i will absolutely avoid my homework to answer you <3
#inumaki toge#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#yuuta okkotsu#inuokko#ottoge#jjk panda#maki zenin#megumi fushiguro#itadori yuuji#idol au
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