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tsukinotori · 5 months ago

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And for my happiness this life is too small

Gojo Satoru x reader (platonic), mention of Megumi Fushiguro x reader

word count: 984

Before seeing Geto, Nanami and the others, Gojo has one more place to visit.

notes: angst, mentions of death, may contain errors (English is not my native language, so I apologize)

He wasn't quick enough to hide his pain when he saw you.

The morning light was flooding his kitchen. You were sitting at your desk with your legs tucked under you, and he towered over you like a scolding parent. You lifted your head from your folded arms when you felt him coming.

"You're feeling much better," he said, grinning, wanting to forestall any questions.

When your face fell in question, he pointed a finger at his hair, then at yours.

"You can stop looking like a punk girl sometimes. For a change."

You sighed and rolled your eyes, but a smile still tugged at your lips.

"You could have just said hello like normal people. For a change."

The two of you looked at each other in silence, afraid of what you might say or hear if you asked questions.

The table creaked as someone leaned on it, and then Satoru's long arm reached across and slapped you across the forehead. You reacted too late, clutching the bruised spot with both hands and nearly falling backwards in your chair.

"Ow! Are you completely mad?"

"I hoped you were smarter than that. You could have gone anywhere, even Disneyland", he grumbled, raising his hand with open fingers to his face and grimacing. "Why this place?"

You didn't answer right away, rubbing your reddened forehead with your hand. Removing your hand from your face, you turned your head to the side, and Gojo noticed four more chairs.

For one heartbeat, he thought he might cry. A little girl in his kitchen, which was too big for one.

Sometimes Yaga said that the reason he took in the children was not so much to save them, but to save himself from loneliness. Satoru had nothing to say to him right now.

You looked at him, smiling awkwardly.

"I'm still waiting."

The light from the window behind you fell on the top of your hair, illuminating it as if you had a halo. The creaking of your feet scraping the floor rolled through the room until Gojo sat down, clasping his hands and resting his head on top. It was so similar to the pre-magic time, when the three of you went to a regular school.

He would go on missions to the other side of the planet, and when he returned, he would find lunch and a house without a single uninhabited corner. In every forgotten child's clothes or lost notebook in the hall there was life. Someone's presence. One day, he realized that he had learned to warn of his return and wait for a greeting in return.

"So then, Kenjaku didn't let you die?"

You nodded, not looking at him. You stared intently at the palms of your hands lying in front of you. "Honestly, I can't say even now. But from the way it turned out, I can guess - he had control over the curse in me".

"That old bastard".

"Gojo", your face frowned slightly.

He rolled his eyes, leaning back with one hand.

"Do you seriously want me to hold back? Is there a Yaga somewhere in here?" Making a visor with his hand, he jokingly began to look around the kitchen, trying to find the director.

You did not look impressed.

"Tsumiki would be upset if she heard".

He took a deep breath. Exhaled slowly. Thought about peace and wished that he could find it.

In the back of his mind, Gojo heard Tsumiki exhale the same slow breath as she did before starting a lecture or glaring, crossing her arms, depending on the level of disappointment.

With one hand, you clutched the pendant, glinting in the sun. Gojo had seen it enough times to know that you were starting to get nervous.

"How is... Maki?" you asked, the question he had been expecting and desperately hoping he'd never hear.

Gojo swallowed, trying to find the words, feeling weak as his throat tightened once more. Maintaining infinity was easier than controlling his own voice, but on the second try he managed to say,

"Was so damn mad at you for screwing up," and even though he was joking, you visibly sagged at his words. "So we'll have to save ourselves from her together."

You laughed dryly. It was still a frustrated laugh, but it was something.

"You want to ask how Megumi and the others are?"

You nodded. Then shook your head.

"Part of me is. The other part isn't sure."

Without realizing it, you had long since let go of the pendant, instead hugging yourself with your arms. The whole position was tense and uncomfortable. Reaching across the table again, Gojo placed his hands on your shoulders and waited for the tension to dissipate.

"Our Gumi has finally become an adult and strong. He's grown a little. And Itadori is keeping an eye on him, so the little brat will be fine".

The corners of your lips twitched. Not quite a smile, but much better than the mixture of anxiety and excitement that had gripped you a moment ago.

"If I had to go all the way again, I wouldn't regret a single second if it led me to you".

"Me too", he smiled back, "me too".

Gojo gave your shoulders one last gentle squeeze before letting go. The walls creaked again and his heavy footsteps echoed. When Gojo reached the door and turned around, you were still sitting with your legs tucked under you, the light illuminating your silhouette. Reflecting off your eyes like glass.

"Itte kimasu".

You smiled and waved.

"Itte irashai".

You rested your head on your folded arms in front of you, as if you were going to fall asleep again, sitting at the table.

The handle turned under his hand, opening the door.

Itte kimasu - `I'm gone, but I'll be back.` Said when leaving for work or school. Itte irashai - `Come back soon.`

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