#everyone wants gojo to come back from the dead. even if he himself doesn’t want that

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Maybe this is an unpopular opinion... but part of me doesn't want Satoru to come back :c the life of a jujutsu sorcerer is full of suffering, pain and sacrifices, Satoru has already done his duty, I just want him to rest in peace with his friends...

YOU . YOU DID THIS TO US …

… /j :33 I DO AGREE W YOU ANON. i think there’s definitely something to be said abt the fact that we all want him back even though there’s a pretty good chance that satoru himself Wants to rest…. that it would make him happiest . to be with suguru. i want him to come back very badly and i want him to be allowed to let go of his burdens as the strongest but honestly … i’m starting to think that was an unrealistic thought 😭😭 either way i need him here . for my mental health .

[keikikait]

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ (ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part 2 of my previous fic, which you can find here

for my other gojo smut, click here!

pairing: gojo x f!reader (not au, gojo is 29, reader is early-mid 20’s)

word count: 2.5k

summary: you’re home from your teacher retreat to nikko, ready for the new term. what you’re not ready for? gojo to come home to you. 

warnings: (FOR THIS PART) SMUT - 18+ ONLY! MDNI, dom!gojo and sub!reader, protected sex (pill, not mentioned but its there) degrading (he uses the word slut), hair pulling, nipple play, spitplay (bye….), light edging, finger/thumb sucking (don’t look at me), use of the words [cock, cunt, and tits], slight oral (f receiving), a bit of angst & a bit of mean gojo, nickname use [baby, pretty girl, doll], no use of y/n

a note: i know i said this would be out next week but it was my day off so i wrote it all today. this is less angst, more smut, but i can’t help myself so there is some angst. also, im sorry i made gojo such an asshole, i promise that he will get better! part 3 will be out soon my loves.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Your eyes are already open when your alarm goes off. 

You didn’t sleep at all. There was no point, even after you finished crying your head hurt too much to sleep, even with some painkillers. You laid there, wide awake all night thinking about Gojo. Did he think of you, too? You turn the alarm off and slide out of bed, your slipper-covered feet shuffling as you make your way around your apartment. 

You brush your teeth and look in the mirror. Your eyes are puffy and swollen, mascara smeared down your cheeks. You pop some spoons in the freezer to cool as you clean yourself up and get dressed. Your phone sits untouched on the bedside table, still plugged in.

You sit on the side of your bed, pressing the now cold spoons against your swollen eyes. You take deep breaths, trying to relax. You had every right to be upset, after all. Gojo has no reason to string you along, whispering sweet nothings in your ear at night about how you’re his girl, his doll, his everything. But that’s exactly what that was. Nothing. Maybe, you think, this is some kind of karma. Some sort of punishment for your arrogance, for thinking you could have what everyone else wants, Gojo, and here—at last—it was.

You put on some de-puffing undereye patches that you keep in the fridge and clean your entire apartment spotless to distract yourself, music blasting from the phone in your back pocket. You finally throw out that dead fern you got as a gift from the school board when you first started, and you finally clean out your fridge of the now moldy condiments you tried once on a whim. You’re washing dishes when the front door opens and, suddenly, Gojo steps inside. He had opted for his dark blue circular sunglasses today, an odd choice for the winter but you didn’t mind it. “Hi,” you say, surprised, pulling off the bright marigold gloves and setting them on the side of the sink to dry. For a second, you think about the absolute state of your eyes. The swelling and puffiness had gone down, and even though he had never seen you cry, you think about the fact that even if he noticed your eyes he wouldn’t care enough to ask questions.

“Hey,” is all Gojo says in response. You wait to see if he says anything else, or if he is going to try to explain himself, but he doesn’t, and eventually moves across your apartment to head to the bathroom. You hesitate before you make your way after him, passing his duffel bag on the floor of your closet, which was unzipped and filled with enough clothes that it was clear that he was going to stay for a while.

You feel pathetic admitting it to yourself but having Gojo there — not just in your apartment, but in your room — feels nice. He doesn’t speak to you yet, but his very presence steadies and refocuses you. As grateful as you are that he came back to you, you are also a little disappointed in yourself, by how dependent you are, how weak. Who were you without him?

Eventually, he faces you, peering at you over the top of his glasses. “Hey, pretty girl.”

You swallow hard, willing yourself to be strong, to finally confront him about all of the false promises and the date with Himiko, but you can’t. Not yet. “Hi, Gojo.”

He smiles, reaching you with just one step and collecting you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around your hips. He leans down and kisses you, for the first time in almost nine days, and you feel yourself giving up, giving all power to him.

After a few seconds, he pulls away, smirking. “I missed you. I’m sorry that I didn’t come home last night…I got carried away.”

You’ve noticed over the past eleven months (yes, you kept track) of your situationship that he uses that term a lot; carried away. He uses it when he gets a little too handsy during the free periods at work and when he stares at you a bit too long during staff meetings. He uses it when he forgets to call or text you and when it seems like you’re the last thing on his mind. Maybe you are. 

You smile, shrugging. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

He grins, gently running his hands up your back, lightly scratching his nails against you, making you shiver. “Of course. I always come back home to you.” He bends at the knees and picks you up, carrying you the short distance to your bed before laying you down and climbing on top of you. Excitement fills your body as he leans down and starts placing soft kisses along your neck. You arch into him, whining and tugging on his sleeves, and he chuckles. “Relax, doll. Quit acting so desperate. You’re not in charge here, remember?”

You feel drool pool in your mouth and you quickly swallow it. “I’m sorry, Gojo, it’s just that —”

He interrupts you, sliding his thumb into your mouth to shut you up. “I know, baby, I know. You went eight whole days without my touch and now you’re acting like a desperate little slut,” You nod, hoping he won’t tease you this time. He smirks at the dumb look on your face before saying, “Open.” You do, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out a little. He pulls his thumb away and draws back briefly before spitting into your open mouth. You swallow it without his command. You know what he likes.

He grins, kissing your lips once more before kissing down your chin and neck, slowly sliding off your t-shirt. You whine and squirm under him, and after he pulls your shirt off he clamps his hand over your mouth. “Shut up. If you keep whining, I won’t fuck you at all. Is that what you want?” You shake your head vigorously, that’s the last thing you want. He removes his hand before continuing, “Good. Don’t speak unless I tell you to,” You nod, relaxing into your sheets as he kisses down your chest. He pushes your bra up over your tits, groaning as he squeezes them in his hands. “Fuck. I missed my girls.” You would normally scold him for objectifying you, but at this moment you didn’t care. You wanted his hands on you, and you wanted his dick inside of you as soon as possible.

He takes the sunglasses off and brings one of your nipples to his mouth, lightly brushing his lips against it to tease you. He sticks his tongue out and drags it along your nipple in circles, loving the way your thighs fall open and the little sounds you make. He finally, finally sucks your nipple into his mouth, pinching the other one hard just to feel you squirm. He rolls your bare nipple between his fingers while he lightly nibbles on the one in his mouth. Your head is spinning, and all you can do is tug on his hair as he teases you. He lets go of your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to his lips. He picks it up on his finger and rubs it on your face just to humiliate you.

He kisses down your torso, tugging down your pyjama bottoms and tossing them onto the floor. He kisses your thighs as he pushes them up and against your chest so you’re nice and spread out for him, just as he likes. He notices the wet spot on your plain blue cotton underwear and smirks, rubbing at it with his thumb. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they?”

You take it you can respond to him now. “Fuck, Gojo, please! Please stop teasing me, I already went eight days without you.” The whine in your voice makes him feel so big, so powerful. He barely touches you and you’re already crumbling at his feet. Maybe he should keep you there.

He makes that condescending tsk tsk tsk sound that normally annoys you, but now you can’t help it and you whine and squirm even more. “You’re so desperate, baby. You can’t even handle a little teasing?” He presses his thumb right against your clit, the wet spot spreads even more. “I guess you do have a point, though. I haven’t made you cum since we left for Nikko.” He kisses right above the hem of your underwear before pulling it down, the blue fabric now dangling around your ankle. He moans, pushing your legs back even further and spreading your cunt. 

He spits directly onto your pink little hole, watching as it mixes with your juices. In this moment, you’re his. You’re his everything, his girl, his doll. In this moment you actually mean something to him, when you’re spread out and begging for his attention. He runs his pointer finger down your slit, collecting some spit before dragging it back up to your clit and lightly circling it.

You almost cum on the spot. Days of pent-up horniness and teasing and you’re as sensitive as ever. You bite your lip, looking over at him with nothing but love and affection in your gaze. “Please, Gojo. Please don’t tease me. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

He gets comfortable, moving your thighs over his shoulders as he lays down on the bed. “You’ll take what I give you. Don’t disappoint me.” He circles your clit with his finger one last time before leaning down and sucking it into his mouth. You arch your back, your hands finding solace in his hair as you writhe and moan. He moans at your taste, gripping your hips hard as he gets lost in your cute little cunt. You grind against his face, and he lets you, loving the feeling of your clit against his tongue. He teases your hole with his fingers, sliding his thumb in as he swirls his tongue around your clit in circles. You clench up tight, mumbling praises along with I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum! before he pulls away completely. He laughs at the noise you make, and at the way your face contorts and tears well in your eyes. He slaps the inside of your thigh before standing up and unbuttoning his pants. “Oh, come on. Be a good girl for me, okay?”

You move up on the bed, your back supported by your pillows as he climbs over you. You’ve seen his dick a lot, more times than you can count, but the sheer size of it always surprises you. Thick and long, slightly curved to the left, with a pretty pink tip to match. His balls are big, too, full of cum and practically begging to be in your mouth, which waters as soon as you see it. 

Gojo looms over you, pushing you onto the bed as he slides in between your legs and gets comfortable. He rubs his tip against you, getting it nice and wet so you don’t struggle with the size as he fucks you, at least not too much. In a moment of pure intimacy, he reaches his hand up and rubs his thumb against your cheek, looking at you with an almost adoring gaze. You go to say something to him but all words escape your throat as he pushes his cock into you. You both moan in unison as he slides in and out slowly.

“God,” he groans, leaning down on his elbows and getting right in your face. “I missed you so much, baby. I know I’m such a dick to you, I just can’t help it, you look so cute when you’re angry…fuck, you feel so good.” He isn’t vocal in bed very often, and your heart swells as you get to watch him come undone and make such pretty noises as he does. 

In the heat of the moment, you forgive him. You know you’ll probably regret it, but you can’t stay mad at him when he’s looking at you like you’re the only woman in the world for him. Your smile is cut short by your moan as you manage to say, “It’s okay, Gojo. Please just stay here. Stay here with me.”

Gojo nods, propping himself up on one flat palm as his hips pick up speed. Normally he loves foreplay, he can tease you and edge you for hours, but the time spent without you in his arms and without you wrapped around his cock was too much to bare for him. He knows he fucked up, but he can’t take it back. He’s Satoru Gojo, and he has a reputation he needs to uphold. He’s all run, and you’re all fight, and that’s part of the reason why he feels so drawn to you.

He looks at you, moving to his elbows and reaching up to grab your face and pull you into a kiss. He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, biting his lip as his hips move even faster. He drops back down to his elbows, your chests pressed together as he shakily moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, doll, I’m gonna cum.”

You nod, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck as you cum around him, clenching down on his cock. He buries his face in your neck as he cums after you, cumming inside of you, like he always does. His breathing is ragged as he lays there, his cock twitching inside of you as his cum spills inside. Gojo eventually moves away from your neck, some of his hair matted to his forehead, slick with sweat. You push the hair back and smile at him, kissing his forehead gently. Even if he didn’t love you, you still loved him. And you think you always will.

He pulls out, immediately getting you a towel splashed with some warm water as he cleans you up. He’s gentle with his aftercare, making sure you’re comfortable, and collecting your water bottle from the living room. You pee before getting dressed, laying with him on the bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing your face into his chest, and sliding his hand into your hair. He holds you there for a while, your breathing in sync before he leans down and kisses your forehead. 

Gojo puts on a cooking show to watch on your TV, setting the remote aside as he holds you close. He strokes your hair, and your mind starts to drift, and you wonder if he cares about you in the same way you care about him. Are you not good enough for him? Is there something wrong with you? Are you not what he wants? Are you not what he needs? You wake up every morning, hopeful for what’s to come with him, but you spend most of your time thinking about what you’ve already had and what he’s already said to you. You’re missing all these memories—maybe they were never even yours. 

Nothing hurts like he does.

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part 3 is here

[elsecrytt]

Kinktober Day 7

Sensory Deprivation | Crops/Whips | Tentacles

Summary: When Satoru Gojo was freed from the Prison Realm, he was completely catatonic. You've been taking care of him.

Warnings: gojo is traumatized, but when isn’t he? no other warnings, this is actually pretty sweet

Curled up in a ball, knees tucked all the way to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them as he buries his head there – Satoru Gojo barely makes a sound.

It’s been weeks since he came out of the Prison Realm. You don’t know what it was like in there.

He won’t tell you. He won’t talk at all.

You’d managed to drag him home. After much shouting, worried tears and exclamations, even Megumi grasping him by the shoulders and shaking him; it had all left Satoru as this wilted mess. Cowering in the corner of your room.

What had he seen in there? How long had it been for him? You’d been warned the Prison Realm might have ruined him.

You’re just glad to have him alive. Everything else comes later.

He’s still in survival mode. Not eating or drinking, bodily functions suspended as he holds still in the corner, flinching away from the light.

You turn the lights off in the room, but not before you get up on a stepping stool, sticking glow-in-the-dark stars to the ceiling.

Just in case the darkness reminds him too much of his imprisonment. Not that you would know either way. He's dead silent there. Sometimes you worry if he's still breathing.

You can’t touch him. He’s got infinity on, still. It might be blocking sound, too, or perhaps he’s too catatonic to respond at all.

Whether he can see is anyone’s guess. He shudders like a wounded animal at bright lights so you make sure to keep them off always.

There’s a pumpkin spice scent plugin you find at the store. It smells like sugar and spice and everything nice, just the sort of thing he’s always loved.

You leave it plugged in on low, and soon the thought of seeing him is synonymous with the scent of fresh pumpkin bread.

You hope he likes it. You hope you make him feel a little better when you visit, but you don't know.

Every day you come into the dark room, shutting the door gently behind you so there’s no light. You can just barely see by the light of the glowing stars.

You talk to him softly, almost in a whisper, so it doesn’t overwhelm. You tell him that everyone is so glad he’s back – all his precious students, even his coworkers are relieved. And you, of course.

Satoru doesn’t look up to see your blush. If he hears your voice soften, he doesn’t react.

So you press on. Telling him about your day, how his students were doing. Asking him if he wants anything to eat or drink, and leaving a tray beside him, just in case. And you collect it with greater worry every day, as it goes untouched.

Satoru doesn’t shudder when you open the door anymore. You still don’t like to leave it open.

One day you trip, stumbling in and dropping the tray before you can close the door.

You can’t suppress a frustrated sigh, looking between the tray and Satoru, still hunched in the corner. You stand and turn to close the door, and shut out the light –

There’s a pressure on your foot, something shocking enough for you to jump away, but it’s like you’re clad in irons –

“Satoru?” You whisper instead of yell, purely out of habit.

He’s laying down on his belly, face down, eyes wincing as if he can’t bear to get light in them. But his arm reaches out, hand clutching at your ankle all the same.

It takes you a moment to realize that he’s shaking. Trembling in tight movements like a cat, muscles all tense and straining. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t respond at all, only holds himself in place.

You fall to your knees next to him. Arms around his oversized, gangly form.

Satoru stops shivering as he freezes solid in your embrace. You move to block the light from his eyes, his head tucked into your neck.

“It’s okay,” You murmur, squeezing him, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Satoru.”

A jerk. Muscles contracting all at once, something you can feel more than you can see. You can feel him, finally. You can touch him.

His mouth moves, you think, lips slipping over your neck. You don’t hear any sound. He holds you even tighter.

With one hand slipping out of the tight embrace, you stroke his hair. It’s soft, like heaven in your hands. Just familiar enough to make your heart ache.

Satoru turns his face towards yours.

You look and for the first time in a while, you see his eyes.

Terrible. A terrible, awful, beautiful thing to behold. They look like shattered sapphires, a glassy ocean surface, pupils contracted so tightly you’re almost worried for his health.

They take in every minutia, bloodshot and reddened, even though he instantly shuts them tight again.

What was he seeing? What had he seen?

You take the blindfold out, covering his eyes. There’s a sigh, then, one of relief, as you feel his shoulders drop just a little.

There’s something else you’ve brought with you, just in case he’d let you touch him today. A set of noise-cancelling headphones.

Like he’s some kind of frightened animal, you reach around and quickly slip them over his head, on his ears.

Sure enough, he does flinch again at the contact, but quickly he relaxes. Unfolding even more, spine uncurled as he sits up for the first time in a long while.

Satoru sits with his legs in front of him, leaning back with his hands on the floor, supporting him. His lips are open, face half-vacant, half-surprised. But you’re still touching him, he’s letting you.

“Satoru…?” You ask carefully, and then curse yourself, because obviously he can’t hear you.

And he can’t.

Satoru can’t hear anything, for the first time since he came back from hell only to enter a new one.

He can’t hear anything, and it’s perfect. It’s beautiful. It feels like heaven, now.

Like splinters being pulled out from his skin, like a weight lifting from his shoulders, like shade from the blinding sun.

Gone. The infernal, hellish static that made him feel like his insides were being stretched thin like that corpse-skin prison, it’s gone. Just the soft slip of cloth around his eyes, the gentle weight over his head and ears.

Everything is black and calm and perfect again, except he can feel around him. He can feel the ground, the breath in his lungs. It’s not bones and biting curses and timeless madness that feels like it’s turning his brain to mush.

His large hands grope around in the blackness, senses pivoting on every object he touches.

There’s a faint scent in the air, something sweet, and his mouth waters –

Oh. He’s hungry. He’s been hungry for so long, and it’s just hitting him now.

Flesh. Warm and living and not his own. It feels impossible, it feels like a miracle. He darts towards this body that’s not his, on hands and knees, feels a torso knocked over.

He knows this body. Knows each individual piece so intimately; the arms that used to hold him, the hands that feel so familiar cupping his cheek, the smaller legs that twine with his own.

His hands undo your shirt on muscle memory, sliding over the supple skin of your chest, your breasts, feeling the rise and fall of your ribcage in his hands.

A thumb brushes his cheekbone, just under where his eyes is. Wet, it’s wet. Is he crying?

It’s so hard to tell. Everything is warm and soft and he wants to feel more of it. He feels his heart pounding, alive, for the first time in so long. Mouth open, words rumbling from his lips.

Satoru doesn’t even know what he says. He can’t hear it. It’s perfection, pure bliss.

And it lands your lips against his so it couldn’t have been that bad.

He licks back into your mouth, the air tingling against his senses. Sweetness.

He knows this hunger, too. A scent he can barely detect with his eyes and ear closed. So many times, he’d held your underwear to his face to breathe this in. Now, it’s like it’s beckoning him.

The scent alone guides him down your body, the curve of your waist and hips.

Fingers slipping under pants and underclothes, pulling down until the smell of you hits his nose, hot and heady in his lungs.

He wants it. Oh, he wants it.

All he can feel is your hands on his back, holding him. There’s no sound, nothing to see, only the feel of you against him, soft and supple and oh so –

Sweet.

You’re wet, too, under his mouth closing on you. He knew by touch exactly where it was, where to flick his tongue to send your legs twitching at his sides, where to drive his fingers to tease at the edge of your hole.

And the taste. Oh, god! The taste!

It slips over his tongue, coating it headily. Something salty, something sweet, something heady and distinctly you.

It dances over his mouth, and he opens wide to devour more. And he can’t see, so he traces your folds by memory, tongue following the seam of your cunt until it reaches the hood of your clit.

It’s more tender than he remembered. Like this, blind and deaf, he can feel it twitching on his tongue, as eager to be lavished as he is to lavish you.

A hand threads in his hair, and it only urges him on. Closing his mouth over your clit, suckling and pursing his lips.

Stroking gently with his tongue, feeling how your body lean in and away from his presses. He urges and relents, strokes in steady movements, catches on a rhythm that you can’t help but buck into.

Satoru doesn’t hear you, but the tremor of your body is unmistakable against him.

There’s a wicked delight that spurts up in him, something playful and mischievous. He guides your grasping hand to his hair, traces up your chest to hold your throat.

Why hear your moans when he can feel them? Listening for your breaths with the arm on your chest, knowing how your pulse quickens by the fingers on your veins.

He wants to know when you’re close by the feel of you, by touch. Muscle memory awakening in his mind.

The squeeze of you around his tongue telling him to tighten and suckle against your clit, to wedge himself further so you can’t close your legs.

He thinks he likes it better this way. He could live like this forever, just your body on his, like he’s drifting endlessly in the ocean of you.

A hand on his. His name on your lips.

Maybe after a few more, he’ll take the headphones off so he can hear you scream his name.

[goatyuuji]

JJK CHAPTER 261 AND MY THOUGHTS:

Soooooo this chapter was not for everyone lmao but if you ask me personally I am enjoying the direction in which the story is finally moving..261 has so many themes that just hit so hard bro, but I would be breaking them down into just 3 parts (because I would yap for another 3k words otherwise):

1. Breaking the cycle (remains unbroken):

Let’s start with the first person who tried to break the cycle: Toji. Toji, a man blessed with no cursed energy, born in a clan that probably abused him for that fact, tried to break the cycle of curse energy = strength mentality by killing Gojo even when he didn’t have to, he did not have to kill Gojo at all his mission was over, money was paid, he could have left he could have run but no he fights because he wants to prove to the world, to himself, and to the zenin clan that hated his very existence that “look a monkey like me with no cursed energy can take down the pinnacle of jujutsu look”…and we all know how it ends and the cycle continues with the zenin clan still being obsessed with the 10 shadows and Maki (and Mai) being treated like shit.

The second person who tried to break the cycle was: Geto. Geto realized after a failed mission, how little value a sorcerer’s life has in the eyes of a non-sorcerer even when those sorcerers dedicate their entire lives to saving them. He envisioned a world without curses where his fellow companions wouldn’t have to sacrifice their lives to save lives of people that don’t give two fucks about them. He realised how fucked up the jujutsu society really is, how fucked up the higher ups are and how they have no qualms about sending young sorcerers to their deaths. He also starts struggling with the ugliness of humanity and non-sorcerers and their ignorance. And so he tried to change that, he tried to make the world a better place for his friends and fellow sorcerers but he lost his ideals, his mortality and his humanity following the path he chose and in the end lost to a person who was soooo similar to him, who just wanted to save his friends too and prove to himself he deserved to live. And so the cycle continues with the higher ups using and abusing the young sorcerers, and the ones in power not giving a shit about what happens as long as they are comfortable (putting a kill order on Yuuji, making binding vow with Yuuta to kill Yuuji, suspending Hakari and Kirara, killing Yaga, etc).

The third person who tries to break the cycle is: Gojo. Gojo who saw his best friend leave him behind, not just physically but in terms of ideology, who saw his best friend become a monster in order to create a world where his friends and companions can live to their fullest and laugh from the bottom of their hearts, follow an idea so insane that even he couldn’t make sense of, he couldn’t catch up to him, couldn’t catch up to his ideas…so what does he do, he becomes a teacher. He guides young minds and fosters strong people that can overturn the way jjk society works and creates a group of people so strong that they can never be left behind, that will never feel what he felt. But all this crumbs when he comes back after his sealing, Gojo knows he still doesn’t possess the power to change the society the way he wants and if he is gone there is a vacuum in the jjk society that the higher ups can easily use to exploit…and so he kills them, kills them so that the Shibuya incident aftermath (read: Yuuji almost dying, Yaga being dead, Gojo getting framed as a traitor) can not be created again looping back to Geto’s departure and the way he killed an entire village (and for me personally it even loops back to when Gojo expressed his desire to kill the cult members clapping for Riko’s death).

2. Exploitation of the strongest:

Nanami, Higuruma, Junpei all of them are few examples that show themes of exploitation in jjk but there is this cycle of exploitation of the strongest that literally just…it’s too delicious okay:

Geto and Kenjaku - Every single Kenjaku victim deserves their own exploitation post but Geto was probably one of his best hosts since firstly, Geto was a special grade sorcerer and in Kenjaku’s own words “Special Grade rank signifies the ability to single-handedly overthrow nations, that obviously true for Gojo Satoru but Suguru Geto can also wield a Grotesque army through his cursed manipulation (ch. 203)”, and secondly his curse technique can literally allow him to claim any unclaimed curse which is just bonkers. But not only that, oh no no no the ultimate trump card that Kenjaku uses Geto for was to exploit Gojo emotionally. He made a six eyes user doubt his own technique and the funny part is: he was right. Gojo’s six eyes told him that it was Geto Suguru but his soul, HIS SOUL knew otherwise. And that emotional trump card was bigger than what any other host could provide.

Megumi and Sukuna- From the very start of his show, we have seen Sukuna obsess about Megumi and his curse technique. He has even admitted that Megumi, as he grows stronger, can literally defeat him and kill him. For more than 200 chapters we have seen Sukuna devise a plan to make Megumi as his vessel, so that he can get the 10 shadows/Mahoraga. He even exploits Megumi’s curse technique after the body possession to kill off Megumi’s sister and totally submerge his soul into the abyss.

Gojo and Yuuta- The chapter was so good that we looped back to the themes of exploiting the strongest but only this time not one, BUT TWO STRONGEST SORCERERS getting exploited at the same time. On one hand we have Gojo Satoru, who has always been seen as a weapon since the day he was born, been used as a tool by the higher ups, been used and seen as nothing but strength incarnate till the day he took his last breath and getting his body used as a tool again even after his death. He even got emotionally exploited by Kenjaku and his mind games during Shibuya. On the other hand we have Okkotsu Yuta, a kid who didn’t even know he comes from a great dynasty of Jujutsu sorcerers until he accidentally cursed his friend, who meets a guy that saved his life and helped him get back onto his feet almost a year ago…sees the loneliness and isolation that man subjects himself to and wants to help him in return too, he wants him to share the burden and not suffer alone but the man is dead now and there is no one to fill the space he left, no one that can be used as a weapon anymore, no one that can be the monster the sorcerers need to win this fight, so he steps up, he becomes the monster for the story, because he can not let it all go to waste now. Ah the tragedy of not seeing yourself as a human but just a means.

3. Love is the greatest curse of them all:

Yuuta’s story started with him cursing his friend, Rika, because he could not accept her death. He loved Rika, he could not let her go because he loved. He fought Geto Suguru, even tried to sacrifice himself in the end so that his friends could live because he loved and cherished his friends. Love, love, love…In this chapter we see him worry about Gojo because isn’t Gojo doing everything all by his own, even going as far as to stain his hands in blood so that when he is not needed (dead) the rest of the cast does not have to suffer, and so he fills in the shoes of his sensei, a man he respected and loved a lot, he sacrifices himself, his humanity and becomes almost a curse for his sensei because in the end, love is the greatest curse of them all.

[dinneronvenus]

Doesn’t Matter Now

⭑ Gojo x fem reader

⭑ inspired by the song “doesn’t matter now” by flyingfish (listen to that while you read for max effect)

⭑ tags: ANGST ON 100, description of a jujutsu technique that forfeits the sorcerer’s life, death, a funeral, a hopeless and depressed Gojo goes to a medium, hinted reincarnation

⭑ synopsis: Gojo already lost his only true friend, so he never thought losing a woman could hurt him so badly

“There’s nothing you could’ve done, Gojo. You didn’t even know.” Utahime spoke softly, her own pain wanting to break through in her voice. “Nobody did.”

Gojo remained silent, eyes glazed over, a cocktail of negative emotions mixing in his mind. He couldn’t even look at Utahime, whose outfit would remind him of you. They stood in the ruins of the shrine your family had built and ran for generations. It had come under attack by many cursed spirits and you had fulfilled your duty to protect the people who lived and worked there, as well as its secrets. With everyone else safe, it would be rebuilt and restored to its original glory, something that should have been a silver lining.

“It is not uncommon for a high priestess to give her life for her people.” Utahime said, voice breaking at the end. This brought Gojo even less comfort.

“You think I don’t know that? You think I hadn’t heard her say those exact words to me before?!” He snapped, still not able to take his eyes off the scene in front of him. It was Utahime’s turn to stay silent.

In the middle of the leveled temple, there was the evidence of your bravery. A set of heavy stone doors bearing an ancient inscription, left open by whatever you had summoned to walk through them, loomed over the two sorcerers. Gojo already knew they’d be used as a gate to honor your memory and remember your sacrifice. His eyes begged to see any scrap of you in the rubble. Maybe this was just a trick, and you were hiding behind one of the doors.

“What could her technique have been to have killed her in the process?” He whispered to the open air, not thinking anyone could’ve heard him.

“Gehenna Gate, it is a technique with the highest of costs,” A raspy voice broke the unbearable quiet. It was your mother, who despite everything, managed to keep a small smile on her face for your surviving friends. “I am sorry she never told you that properly. She wanted to protect you, in her own way.” Her hand came down on Gojo’s shoulder and the kindness in her touch almost burned him alive.

“I didn’t… I wish she…” Gojo stuttered out, hot tears stinging his eyes. Your mother pulled him into a hug, shushing him like a child.

Five days later, your funeral was to be held at your family cemetery in the mountains overlooking the temple. Gojo had no idea how he would survive that. He spent the time until your funeral looking for someone who could communicate with the dead. Thanks to his power and connections, he found one the night before and prepared himself to have one last conversation with you.

“Welcome, sir. I assume you’re here to see Mistress Takemi?” The young man spoke just loud enough to be heard over the jingle of the bell from the door shutting behind him.

“Yeah, and she knows already so I’m just gonna head back there,” Gojo sauntered through the foyer and down the hall to the back room where a woman in black and purple robes standing over a large glass table was waiting on him.

“Welcome Satoru,” she spoke cheerfully with a deep voice that echoed her years of life.

“Don’t call me that. Can we get started?” The overly familiar attitude irked him. The woman cleared her throat and dropped her cheerful act.

“I suppose we can get right to it then.”

The woman had a technique that essentially made her into a human ouija board. Her hands rested on the glass table and it began to glow a soft greenish-blue. Gojo could see the dark circles and puffiness of his eyes in the reflection, suddenly feeling ashamed of himself for being this unable to accept that you were gone.

“Satoru?” His name again, but this time he could hear your voice mixing with Takemi’s voice. He said your name in disbelief, tears of joy in his eyes.

“Yes, yes! It’s me, I wa—”

“You can’t do this, Satoru. It’s against the laws.”

“Please, don’t tell me that right now. You hid so much from me, please just let me ask you one thing.”

Silence. Fearing he’d miss his chance, he went ahead with his question.

“Did you ever really love me?” The depth of sadness and desperation in his voice was unbearable to you, even in your disembodied state. “Why couldn’t you have told me? I could’ve helped you, I would’ve done anything to have saved you.”

“In the mountains where they’ll bury me, follow a trail that begins with pink and white flowers. You’ll find everything you want to know at the end. Goodbye, Satoru.”

“No, no, no,” He wiped the tears from his face and gripped both of Takemi’s shoulders, shouting. “Please come back! I can’t do this again!”

Regaining full control of herself, Takemi pushed Gojo off her and had him escorted out of her shop. The whole world was one hideous shade of grey. He walked for a while with no destination in mind but the grave. He wanted to go find that trail right now but he didn’t have anything else left in him. He wanted to sleep for the rest of his life. Returning home, he set his alarm and went to bed with your instructions in mind.

Utahime and Gojo walked with each other up the mountain to the funeral site. Utahime thought it was odd but refreshing to see him dressed in more traditional clothing. Just one more thing that only you could get him to do.

Everyone took their places, and your father stepped up to the podium. “We are gathered here to send our beloved high priestess to her place of final rest with her ancestors…”

Once the funeral was complete, no one but Gojo, Utahime and your mother lingered too long.

“I’m sorry again for your loss, ma’am.” Utahime said, bowing deeply. Your mother gave her another one of those wise, otherworldly smiles.

“I don’t think I’ve really lost her.” She said before taking a last look around the cemetery and turning to leave. “Why don’t we give him some space?” She motioned to Gojo and Utahime followed her.

Now alone with your memory and your ghost, Gojo began to look for this trail you had mentioned. It took him a while to find it but when he did, his path to the end was quick. It led to a small clearing where the grass was lush, and he was consumed by the smell of many different kinds of flowers and plants. The sight of the small garden was as beautiful as you were to him.

Looking around for anything that could be the answer you spoke of, he saw a faint bit of energy coming from inside a tree. When he got close to the tree, he found it had a hollow spot in it where you’d left a diary. He fished it out and walked to a shaded place in the clearing to begin reading it. Every page was an entry about the two of you together. All of your private feelings from when he was just a crush, and once you had gotten closer, you even glued in pictures you’d taken together.

Gojo couldn’t control his tears or hide his sobs. His body shook against the tree as he held the diary close to his chest. He calmed down enough to continue reading it, with the last entry being dated a week ago.

She knew she was going to die… He thought. You had written about the rise of cursed spirits in the area of increasing numbers and strength and how you felt like it was time for you to fulfill your duty to your people. More than that though, you wrote about how you wished you could have told Gojo. How you wanted to stay with him forever, how he was the only thing you’d ever loved as much as you loved the Gods, and how because of that you wanted to make sure he was safe and didn’t have to fight for once.

It was all too much, Gojo swore he would drown in his own tears right there. The wind picked up and blew the diary’s pages, landing on entry from before you two had met.

6.25 — Training Notes: after a long session of training and studying my technique’s history in my family. I have learned of a way I might be able to circumvent its cost. If I summon a deity of destruction that has the ability to reincarnate, then I will reincarnate too! One of my ancestors did that long ago, although it took 59 days for them to come back.

Gojo couldn’t believe what he was reading. He wiped his eyes on his sleeves furiously and scrambled to his feet. He stored your diary in an inner pocket of his kimono and made his way down the mountains to the temple ruins.

He inspected the gate and found exactly what he needed to be able to accept the loss of the only woman he’s ever loved. Utahime was strolling the grounds when she noticed him in the air, getting a close look at the doors.

“Gojo, what do you think you’re doing? Get down here!” Utahime found his behavior so disgraceful. He chuckled on his way back to earth.

“I was just checking on something. Had to be sure that I wasn’t seeing things.”

His eyes were red and puffy, but his annoyingly cheerful attitude was starting to return. Utahime couldn’t tell if she was relieved or annoyed.

“Checking on what?”

“Eh,” Gojo put a hand over the diary in his pocket.

“Doesn’t matter now.”

[reinerispretty]

see ya later

a drabble i wrote to cope with the aftermath of the latest leaks. gojo x reader. spoilers for jjk236 ahead.

includes: dead!reader, sorcerer!reader, angst, fluff, delusion.

satoru knows where he is. he knew he’d end up here, eventually.

if he bothered to look close enough, he would know there’s something off about this place. the walkways lead on forever. the airplanes never leave the tarmac. it’s oddly silent, for an airport, apart from the chatting voices of the people waiting for him.

riko and haibara don’t look a day over the last time he saw them. they’re still youthful here, still smiling. the lines that started to litter yaga’s face are gone. nanami has that stupid haircut again. geto is sixteen, earlobes still pink from when shoko pierced them in his dorm bathroom.

it feels good to talk to them, just like old times. the words flow casually, cheerfully, despite the weight of the conversation being that of the world. then, when he’s done, he looks to you.

you stand separate from everyone else (like you always have, at least in his mind), watchful eyes looking out a window that will never show you anything new. satoru rises from his seat to join you.

when he settles at your side, you look up at him, smile curving at your lips. you’re sixteen again, too, wearing your old uniform and holding your hair up with a pencil like you used to. “good job,” you say, and if there wasn’t such a calming presence looming over him he would’ve cried at hearing your voice for the first time in years. “you lasted a lot longer than i thought you would.”

he snorts, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. you fit perfectly, like you did back then. he didn’t realize he’d forgotten what it felt like to hold you. “you spend all your time over here doubting me?”

“not all of it.” your arms snake around his middle, head resting just beneath his shoulder. “a good chunk of it, though.”

“you’re so mean to me. i thought the afterlife was supposed to be nice.”

“being mean to you is so central to my being that it’s ingrained in my soul.” he chuckles, holds you a little tighter. you do the same.

satoru wonders if your time apart has felt as long for you as it has for him. he hopes not. he hopes you’re at peace here. it’s the least you deserve.

he remembers the unimpressed look on your face when you first met, having no clue what the gojo name even meant. he remembers annoying you every day just so you’d look at him, even if it was only to glare. he remembers the way your eyes softened when you turned to him that winter day and he remembers thinking he’d never be the same.

he remembers your broken body, limp on shoko’s examination table.

he recalls all of these things but none of the sadness stings him like it so often does. the affects of this place, maybe. the affects of having you in his arms again, definitely.

the words are uttered against his chest when you say, “you know you can’t stay here.”

satoru inhales a deep breath. “i know.”

you look up at him again. he expects to see a frown on your lips, but you’re still smiling, teasing glint in your eye. “you’ve gotta prove me wrong about you.”

he huffs a laugh, finds himself smiling, too. “so demanding. would you just let me have a little more time with you?”

the corners of your eyes crinkle. “we’ll have all the time in the world together soon enough.”

he knows you’re right. you always are. “i’m coming back.”

“take your time,” you reply softly. “i’ll be here.”

he kisses you then. kisses you like he should have the last time he saw you, when he didn’t know it would be the last time.

“get a room,” calls geto, and the two of you part. he doesn’t want to let you go.

you give his cheek a gentle pinch. “see ya later, satoru.”

“yeah,” he says past the lump in his throat. “see ya later.”

[strawberrystepmom]

malevolent enterprise ch. 5

ceo au series. gojo x f!reader are endgame. reader is a lawyer and gojo takes it upon himself to come check things out at ryomen enterprises, this is a direct follow up to ch. 3. cw: suggestive discussions, reader has a complexion that visibly blushes. wc 1.5k.

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune | masterlist

Taking a deep breath before the sweeping elevator doors open and spit you out in front of the executive offices, you blink tightly immediately noticing a frantic wave being tossed in your direction through the thick glass encasing the entire floor. All you can do is shake your head and sigh, stepping toward the door and pushing it open, Toge grinning as you enter the room and nodding toward the bouquet he advised you was waiting.

You’re certain the culprit who sent the admittedly beautiful arrangement is also the man frantically waving at you from Sukuna’s office, Satoru Gojo. He wears a flirtatious smirk across his face as if it’s the most natural thing he has ever done, effortless as having the world in his palm. You acknowledge him briefly, eyes flicking upward to meet his that are only halfway covered by his sunglasses, and turn your back to the glass, opening the card slipped between pretty blooming anemones, your favorite, and mums.

Toge has rounded his desk and looks down at the card and you groan reading the words while he giggles, almost too entertained by what’s written down on the card.

Can’t hide from me forever. See you soon. - Satoru

“If you say a word, I will fire you.” You hiss in Toge’s direction and he raises his eyebrows, digging his phone out of his pocket to skirt your rules about speaking. He types and you watch him with your eyes narrowed, certain nothing appropriate nor acceptable is being said.

Toge: guess that answers whose 🐓 youve been indulging in….

Right as you open your mouth to reprimand him, you are interrupted by a deep sing song of a nickname you long assumed was dead.

The danger of knowing someone for a long time is that there’s always a plethora of potential embarrassment in their arsenal and no one proves that better than Satoru.

“Oh ___ cat,” Gojo croons while stepping out of Sukuna’s office, ditching the man mid-sentence to come and bother you. Quickly you shut the envelope the card came in and pop it back between the flowers, turning to him with a stony look on your face. If you give him an inch, he will take a mile so you choose to give him nothing.

“Wonderful to see you as well, Mr. Gojo.”

Sukuna snorts loud enough from his office that even you can hear it and your head turns so sharply he’s concerned your neck is broken. You shoot him an ice cold glare. He shrugs and holds up his hands, gesturing very lewdly while looking between you and the white haired man who doesn’t miss a beat before continuing his teasing.

“So formal,” he whines with a pout and you roll your eyes in response. He opens his arms for you to embrace him and reluctantly, you reach to give him a polite side hug but this doesn’t work for Satoru. He pulls you against him and embraces you, much to your embarrassment knowing everyone in the executive offices has their eyes on you right now.

Your face is pressed to his chest so you don’t see his smug grin but everyone else does and they know he’s staking his claim once and for all. Anything Gojo wants, Gojo gets - except for you. The timing has never been right, you’ve always been out of his reach but now is his chance and it is being grabbed and held with both arms.

Attempting to wiggle away from him, you groan and he lets go. Toge snickers behind you and the urge to kick out in his direction and let your block heel meet his shin is strong but you refrain, stepping away from Satoru and straightening out your blouse, mouth set in a flat line.

“What are you doing here?”

Your peripheral vision catches Sukuna twisting back and forth in his chair with his feet up on his desk, tossing a crumpled sheet of paper toward the ceiling and catching it.

“He’s supposed to be here on his knees sucking my dick begging me not to ruin his company!”

The words boom through the glass cage that is the executive floor and you scoff, mortified that everyone can hear his commentary. You look around the office to see what damage was done during this purported rampage only to find that everything is in the same order you left it in.

“Don’t let me interrupt you two then,” you mutter and turn on your heel to walk toward your office a few doors down.

A second pair of footsteps echoes after yours and you groan, turning to see Satoru whose grin hasn’t faded since the moment he laid eyes on you.

“Next time you ask Toge to do your dirty work, feed him a better excuse to come back than Sukuna rampaging. He does that so often I was contemplating not coming back at all.”

The man chuckles and you raise your brows, turning to walk a little further and into the open door of your office.

“Would you have come back if he would have led with me being here?”

Scoffing, you shake your head and reluctantly invite him into your office by sweeping your hand in the direction of the desk and couch in front of it. Without hesitation, he plops down on the couch and lets his feet dangle off of one end while folding his arms behind his head and laying down. He looks ridiculous but you bite back a smile anyway, rounding the couch and sitting down at your desk.

“Probably. The work never ends.” You sigh and exhale loudly, digging in your bag for your phone and tablet and placing them in front of you. “For the second time, what are you doing here? Unless I interrupted fellatio, in which case I apologize.”

Gojo laughs and you feel your heart soar so embarrassingly high that you are compelled to begin working immediately to distract yourself. The spark between the two of you is easy to ignore when you aren’t faced with him but it threatens to burn the whole place down when you are. It’s a terrible thing to want someone so furiously and that is why you’ve managed to avoid it for as long as you have.

“I was in the neighborhood and wanted to check the place out. Heard they hired a pretty little lawyer to clean up the big guy’s messes and had to check things out for myself.”

You hum unenthusiastically, tapping away on your tablet. If he wants to discuss his conquests, he is welcome to march back to Sukuna’s office. You bite back the words you want to spit at him, choosing gentler ones instead.

“Nothing draws the infamous Gojo quite like a pretty girl, right?”

He sits up and spreads his arms across the back of the couch, head tilted to the side. You refuse to look up at him for more than a half a second.

“Especially one with your face and name. The prettiest girl in the city.”

This catches your attention and your glance and he shrugs as if he knew it would happen.

“Save your charms for someone they actually work on.”

You’re grateful nobody else, namely Toge, followed you to your office because anyone who knows you well would be able to tell how firmly Satoru has wedged himself beneath your skin. He thrills you in all the ways you imagined a man would - he’s intelligent and witty and innovative but he also makes you ache unlike you ever have and it’s evident when he’s around.

“See, you say that but your cheeks are almost as red as what Sukuna sees when he’s told no.” He clicks his tongue. “Lying is bad, you should know that by now.”

No one else has ever cut you down to size more successfully than he does and you sigh, defeatedly.

“If you want to catch up you can just ask me to dinner. You’ve had my number for like ten years.”

“Well for five of those years you were playing house with Mr. Baseball so I assumed a text from me would be unwelcome.”

Ah yes, he can’t help but bring up the fact you started dating your ex not long after the two of you had…relations. It was the best sex of your life and the connection with Satoru was so intense you wanted to pursue him but you decided better of it after hearing about his reputation, fearing being embarrassed by his casual approach to love and romance. You’ve never wanted to be casual and took it as a sign to run away yet like a boomerang, he has returned to you once again.

“Can you get to the point? I have shit to get done, Satoru.”

He can’t help but smile at the way his name sounds on your lips, familiar and fresh all at once. There’s something about it that drives him wild and he isn’t willing to risk losing out on you again especially since word has spread that you are back on the market.

“Have a drink with me tonight.”

Pretending to contemplate it, you look away from him and around your office. It’s still bare, you’ve had no time to decorate it since you started, but you can picture where you’ll hang the photos in the box across the room and your diploma when you get the chance.

“If I can get out of here before midnight, I’ll consider it.”

For Gojo, this is enough and he nods. If anything it confirms that you’re interested back and his fact finding mission was a success, just in time for Toge to come down the hall to summon him back to the executive office.

“If you’re done here, he’s requesting your presence.”

Inumaki’s flat words make you giggle and Satoru stands, stretching with an exaggerated groan.

“I’ll text you later,” he mutters while heading toward the door and you nod politely, wiggling your fingers in his direction.

Your assistant moves so that Gojo can walk past and immediately turns back to you with a grin, looking down the hall to make sure he’s gone before turning back to you.

“Can we expect another bouquet tomorrow?”

You scowl.

“You are this close,” you hold your index finger and thumb up to your face and close the distance between them. “To being jobless today.”

He throws his hands up innocently and trudges back down the hallway, leaving you to collect your thoughts on what to do next.

[mana-jjk]

I would love to hear your thoughts on inuokko post-shibuya. like how toge goes through the acceptance of his injury, how yuuta would help and be so supportive of him and also their reunion…just want to hear your thoughts on it! go wild! I love inuokko <3

oh my gosh anon thank you i have so many thoughts !!

feel free to send more asks about canon or au’s !! i have so many thoughts it’s insane i an incredibly not stable about inuokko and it’s a little scary tbh.

Post-Shibuya

• so i think it’s important to establish that the time between shibuya and gojo’s unsealing was 19 days. let’s just sit on that for a few moments, just a little more than two weeks.

• what gets me is that a week after toge’s 17th birthday, he is traumatically amputated and alone.

• i do think yuuta was the one to find him, having arrived at around 1:30 a.m. to shibuya. it’s heartbreaking in itself to consider, because even unconsciously if toge calls, yuuta will come barring nothing.

• yuuta is immediately dispatched to shibuya and everything with the culling games is happening so he doesn’t even know if his friends are okay and that’s the hardest part.

• waking up brings a numbness, quiet acceptance that’s been beaten into him since he was a kid. it was inevitable that he was going to severely injured at some point in his life. that’s why he didn’t cry or scream or even feel angry. he was just numb.

• going with the theory that his wraps were meant to contain curse residuals/poison, there was severe nerve damage that extended from the now stump to his shoulder and even a little down his abdomen. shoko tried her best to help him learn how to move again, but she was overbooked.

• every morning, afternoon, and evening, he was forcing himself to move and learn how to maneuver without his arm. he mostly fought with his legs and cursed speech, so he was grateful that he hadn’t lost either. no matter how much inwardly his heart wished otherwise. losing an arm did throw him off-balance so he practiced a lot in learning to fight without the weight.

• no matter how much shoko tried to convince him to rest, he couldn’t force himself to sit still, every time he sat down, he thought of yuuta and maki and panda fighting out there alone. the dead civilians stared back at him in his dreams. the feeling of a thousand cleavers sinking into his flesh pulsed. he couldn’t sit still, so he did what he’s been doing since his parents gave him up. he trained, he fought, he prepared to sacrifice what was left of his body.

• when they called forth everyone willing and able to fight, toge didn’t even hesitate. despite being a traumatized teenager just learning how to tie an empty sleeve, marching towards death was as natural as breathing.

• stepping into the meeting point, he’s in the mind of the soldier, focus on nothing but the next fight, trying to ignore the way his shoulder aches from phantom pain.

• surprisingly, it’s maki who sees him first. while she knew from yuuta what had happened, it still ached her own scars to see him. yet, boldly as everything else she does, she comes up to him and grabs him into a forceful hug. panda isn’t far behind, even with his reduced height. for a moment toge can do nothing but blink.

• yuuta is a breath behind, a mixture of overwhelming relief and devastation all at once in the blue of his eyes, wanting the other to be thousands of miles away but unable to shake his last memory of digging through the shredded remains of civilians, praying to find him whole.

• toge sees him, sees the distress in his eye and reaches out. his hand encloses around yuuta’s, and the distress melts into relief that spills down his face, a crybaby as always. at least that’s how it goes in his mind, past the way his shoulder spasms to do just that. it isn’t relief spilling from yuuta’s eyes, it’s a quiet understanding and grief that tears his heart apart.

• not so long ago, his presence brought relief, his strength was depended on, and he had the ability to at least wipe the tears from his friend’s eyes. all at once it hits him, the scars on his shoulder burn, the feeling of a thousand cleavers on flesh no longer there, the sight of maki’s burns, panda so much smaller, yuuta crying over him, always over him. his own bloody hand tying his tourniquet, not knowing where his friends are, not knowing where he is, alive or dead, hands digging through the debris, strangled breath, pain, burning, darkness, blood, smoke, debris, dead eyes, everyone was dead, why wasn’t he dead?

he didn’t save them.

he couldn’t protect them.

and after everything, that was what broke him.

• he cries, and as everything it’s quiet. the hitch of his breath is enough to send tears streaming down all their faces, just as he feared he’s inevitably cursed them again. it’s only a moment before maki steps aside and warm arms are wrapping around him. he cries until his face burns and his throat hurts from the hitched sobs, but yuuta with tears streaming down his face accepts every curse with open arms.

Recovery

• when everything is over, toge doesn’t really know what to do with himself. all he’s ever known was to fight and sacrifice and part of him thought he would die in the war. now that it was over, he couldn’t wrap his head around actually living.

• he spends his days trying to relearn everything he forgot, having been so focused on learning to fight that he hadn’t even considered what it meant to learn how to cook or write or even properly sign with one hand.

• through it all, yuuta is there, sometimes unbearable in his presence and persistent belief in toge. always watching, yet forcibly holding himself back from intervening after a stern talking from maki. toge failed in the simplest tasks, again and again, and sometimes he could only kick in frustration. but through it all, yuuta never left, never looked at him with pity. sitting and waiting like a golden retriever waiting for the word.

• the few times toge cried, like when nobara complained of being hungry and toge tried to shape rice but couldn’t get it right. he stood in the kitchen, tears blurring his vision, fingers twitching violently, unused to so much use. yuuta had walked in, took one look at him and wrapped his arms around him. strong and so familiar to the way he lifted him from the rubble. he didn’t say anything or trying to pull him away, he just held him as they stood in the kitchen, rocking gently on socked feet and smelling of fresh laundry. eventually toge stood back and tried again, producing a slightly bumpy but edible riceball. yuuta tried to make his own and sent toge into tears again over how absolutely clumsy and misshapen it was. with his single arm, he guided yuuta as best he could and returned the bashful grin yuuta gave him with something almost like relief.

• toge eventually got a prosthetic arm, one he could funnel cursed energy through, but the domain had left a number in phantom pain. a consistent poison stopped only by sigils and yuuta that felt like a thousand knives in his nerves. sometimes it was unbearable and left him wandering at odd hours with gritting teeth and pulsing nerves. he never liked waking anyone up, so yuuta ruined what little sleep schedule he had to ensure that rika always listened for the others footsteps.

• toge never told him, but yuuta’s reversed curse energy was different from shoko, where shoko was practiced and efficient like a bandage, yuuta felt like a warm hand over the injury that pressed until it was absorbed entirely. he never had a mother to wipe away his tears or even a sibling to pick him up again, but the way yuuta wiped his pain away made it seem as though it didn’t even compare.

• the first time toge cooked alone, yuuta cried at the first bite even as toge teased him for being a baby. later, he would gently hold his shaking hand that twitched with exertion with a reverence that shook toge to his core. sometimes the care he treated toge with scared him, so afraid to give yuuta, warm and kind yuuta, the broken pieces of himself. but sometimes yuuta made him feel like he wasn’t broken, that he was something precious. kindness and love that so warm and encompassing, it terrified him.

• it’s through shoko he hears that yuuta is considering going abroad again. despite everything he’s been through, the idea terrifies him like nothing else. still trying to learn how to live, he never considered a life without yuuta in it.

• so he hides, shutting down with all the willpower he had to recover disappearing with yuuta. every time yuuta knocks, he burrows deeper under his covers, willing himself to disappear like he should have before.

• he should’ve known that the people around him never seemed to understand why it would be for the better. maki shoves open his door, drags him out, and drills in his head once again that he lost his chance to escape the day he stepped foot in the school. he loves them, loves them more than any word could describe, and their love in turn aches like an open wound but at this point he can’t imagine living without them.

• yuuta finds him later, sitting outside in the garden he always found comfort in. it’s quiet when yuuta kneels in front of him, taking his hand with a kind and dopey eyes with a soft smile that he must know always strikes a cord in the other, “i am considering going abroad again,” he says, a juxtaposition of healing and breaking him apart again and again.

• “and i want you to come with me.”

• toge was a weapon as far back as he could remember. what the higher ups demanded, he obeyed. he lost his entire life to being that weapon, destroying himself and learning to never yearn for more. he never imagined he’d get to experience what others did, never thought he’d see the outside of japan. never thought he’d live long enough to consider it. but here yuuta was, offering him not only to shatter the perception of what his life should have been, but offering to spend his own proving that idea wrong every day.

• there was no sign or words to convey that feeling, the fear and hope that settled heavily on his chest. the weight of the world crushing him a little more everyday. the coward in him told him to shake his head, to stay where he knew and never leave. but didn’t he have to eventually? well into his third year, he never considered what came after.

• nobara and maki were getting an apartment in the city, permanent partners in missions, in life. panda was continuing yaga’s work, learning how to live on his own for the first time, navigating a world not built for him. yuuji and megumi were still figuring out how to live through their trauma, but they had each other and talked frequently about finding their own place after graduation. everyone was moving on, even if they always had a place for one another.

• “you’re the reason i can wake up everyday and believe that it’s okay for me to be alive,” yuuta says as if he doesn’t already have his heart in his hand, “please let me convince you the same.” and toge was helpless but to agree.

[spiderlilysstories]

let me love you

Warnings🦋: angst, mentions of depression, anxiety,cursing 

🎵song to listen to: LMLY.🎵 by Jackson Wang

   

It feels like it has been eternity since you left Nanami. He distracts himself in his work… hours and hours on end. It’s the same thing everyday for him and he never pictured his life without you and even if he never showed it. He knew that life would be meaningless if your not here. one day Gojo calls for a meeting because a grade one curse has been terrorizing a high school for weeks now and he needs two sorcerers to handle it. Nanami takes the job without question and it leaves everyone in the room shocked and confused. From being the only person that seemed like he never wanted to be there to always taking every job it seems… off.

~Later on in the evening~

Rain is falling and it’s never going to end, the weather couldn’t get any gloomier.. nor can it get any colder. In this kind of weather you used to be in his arms and he would keep you warm. spreaded out on the couch clinging to each other for dear life, ordering take out, and binging every movie. But thats just a memory and Nanami has to snap out of it. Suddenly the doorbell rings and he jumps up, could god have finally answered his prayer? Is that his love at the door? He walks up to the door and takes a deep breath before he reaches the door knob. He opens it slowly and well.. his hope is all out the window now.

“Yoooooo kentooo what’s up?” Gojo said enthusiastically 

“What do you want….” Nanami replied irritatedly 

“ Can I come in.. please..” Gojo asked quietly because he finally dropped the act…he was actually very worried.

Nanami left the door open and walked to the couch with his hand on his head. He just wished it was you, he just wants you back home.

Gojo sits across from him on the other couch and doesn’t say anything for a minute  but he finally speaks.

“So listen.. I notice this change with you and  I don’t want to speculate or assume whatsoever is going on but everyone is worried believe it or not. Just tell me what’s up?” Gojo looks in his eyes sympathetically. But thats when Nanami breaks down. All the hiding he was doing, the tiptoeing around people, overworking himself. It all came crashing down.

“I can’t do this shit anymore Im tired I don’t want to wake up im angry at myself I let her go. I should’ve held onto her a little longer I should’ve told her I loved her more. I can’t believe this.. she’s really not mine.” Nanami hyperventilates and he starts to look pale. Gojo sits next to him quickly and pats his back and comforts him.

“It’s not ever over unless one of you are dead, you made a mistake. Sometimes couples argue but you love her and she loves you. Don’t let this be the end of you guys.” Gojo comforts him

“She doesn’t want me anymore.. it’s been months and she hasn’t called. There isn’t any point I might as well disappear .” Nanami spats and he throws himself in his hands.

“Maybe a break was needed kento and don’t start talking like that. If anything was to happen to you she would be devastated. Also I came today to tell you im giving the mission to someone else. You have been working too much so take some time off.”

“Fine I’ll do it.” Nanami took his hands out of his face and took a deep breath.

~that very night~

The city looks beautiful from his penthouse, you used to always say that to him. He never found it that interesting its just Tokyo to him. He lays back in his king sized bed in his luxury styled room. Well it used to look that way, however it’s covered in clothes, bottles, and wrappers. The city lights echo all around his room, and he remembers how you used to stay up late and stand in front of the huge windows and take pictures with your phone. Or how your silhouette would move around when you danced with the disco lights you installed in his room. He remembers how he laughed so hard that day, he never forgot that night. And how smooth your skin felt against him, how your kisses sent shivers down. He almost dozes off until he hears a text on his phone. He doesn’t bother checking it he just rolls over and groans. But five minutes later it follows with a phone call. He grabs it and checks to see who it is but it says unknown caller. He hangs up and puts it back down, but the ringtone goes off again. He’s confused and tired so he hangs up again and turns his phone off. he gets comfortable in his bed one more time but the vibrate was replaced with his ringer. He has had enough with it he answers the phone angrily. 

“Hello.?”

“…. nami?”

Nanami’s heart sinks to his feet and he starts to shake.

“Y/N?” Nanami can’t contain his emotions he’s praying that this isn’t a prank

“Nami…. I miss you so much. Im sorry im so sorry I walked away. I got scared i should’ve told you how bad my anxiety can get.” You tried to explain to him but he cuts you off

“NO BABY I should’ve listened im so sorry I didn’t pay attention to this sooner. I can’t believe I ignored the signs please forgive me.” He begs with all his emotions he just wants you back

“I forgive you nami….” You couldn’t contain your emotions anymore and begin to sob. You both start crying on the phone for a minute but Nanami snaps out of it because he needs to know your whereabouts and bring you back to him.

“ Where the hell are you y/n.” 

“Im at this hotel. Ive been here for a while. I figured sometime apart would make me forget about you, but thats clearly impossible. Are you home?”

“ Yes y/n please baby tell me which hotel your at  I can come get you right now.” Nanami already jumping out of his bed shuffling to find his keys.

“No dear I can catch a taxi im already dressed and my stuff is packed. Stay warm at your place I’ll be there soon.”

“Wait at least let me meet you halfway it’s a terrible storm out there.” He tries to protest with you but he’s just being protective.

“I will be there soon nami don’t worry ill be alright.” You smile softly to yourself. It’s the mere thought that you will finally see him again.

~one hour later~

Rain keeps falling and the wind keeps blowing. Sounds of movement in the halls keeps making him check the door and he feels like he is going to loose it. Thats when the familiar footsteps walk up to his door. He wouldn’t even let you open the door first, he just opens it, and picks you up and hold you close.

“My love…” Nanami sobs into your neck

He picks up your belongings and takes you to his room and sets your stuff down. He made sure he cleaned it before you got there. He helps you get comfortable so you can get in the bed with him, he just wants you closer. You settle down and lay next to him. He pulls you even closer.

“I missed you so much my love more than I can explain.” He whispers in your ear. His voice horse and tired from crying. You gently rub his face and he groans quietly. You reach In and kiss his forehead which makes him blush and teary eyed. 

 “My dear words cannot express how we feel right now, but I hope soon we can figure out our problems and we can be at peace again.” You whispered to him

“I agree my love, but how about I show you how much I missed you.” Nanami kisses you passionately pulling you closer to him. Kissing your neck softly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. lets just say a huge chunk of your problems where solved that night.

~the next morning~ 

You wake up slowly to the sun crashing on your face and the sound of Nanami snoring next to you. It brings a smile to you knowing you’re finally with him again. 

Your wrapped up in his arms and he is holding you tightly. You even tried to get up a couple of times but he kept unconsciously pulling you back to him. You ended up stuck there for another hour until he woke up. The morning was filled with kisses, words of affirmations, and of course  movies. he didn’t let you go not once, every time he got up to do something he dragged you along with him. Nanami thinks to himself 

“Maybe Gojo was finally right.. what if he really isn’t as dumb as he seems.”

Oh and that following week Gojo was parading around telling everyone he saved your relationship 

THE END

🥀UMMMM SO LIKE THIS IS MY VERY FIRST FANFICTION SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME LOL. IM GOING THROUGH A BREAK UP SO I FEEL LIKE THIS IS A HEALTHY WAY I CAN COPE. OH ALSO DM ME FOR REQUEST OK? OK I LOVE YOU BYE!🥀

[phantomwitch16]

The last couple of days, I’ve been contemplating the eventual end of Jujutsu Kaisen. With it being much closer than ever, my mind went into many different directions and this post is to essentially discuss them. Especially now that the anime is tackling the Shibuya Arc and we’re about to feel a…pain soon. Warning for anime and manga spoilers ahead.

For a while, with how there’s were heading, I initially thought that the series was going to have a very melancholic end. Like to the point where the Sorcerers win but at a very severe cost. With Gojo, Megumi, Nobara and many other significant characters in the series being dead, I wouldn’t be hard to assume that Yuji would be left, essentially all alone. After everything becoming a changed man only really achieving his goal many years into the future.

Though my stance may have changed significantly since, with it being possible for the three coming back before the end of the series. With Gojo going through a possible able to bring himself back to life and second awakening similar to his one with Toji, the death of Nobara not being 100% confirmed and there still being room for Yuji to possibly save Megumi from Sukuna’s possession. Likely at the expense of Yuji’s life, making use of what Megumi said in the beginning of the series.

Though these are equally as sad, I somehow came up with possibly the most unrealistic scenario but I’m gonna write about it anyway. Given that Yuji’s mother, before she died and her body was taken over by Kenjaku, is that she was a Jujutsu sorcerer when had a technique called anti-gravity. Given the name, its possible that it’s possible that given the amount of determination, its possible that a character could manipulate time. With how things are, it wouldn’t be so uncharacteristic for Yuji wanting to do anything to stop Kenjaku and Sukuna and suddenly developing the technique. Even if it meant his own existence.

With his new technique, he pretty much changes the course of history for…everyone. First, Yuji went to the past to deal with Kenjaku, dealing with him before he has a chance to construct his plan of merging humanity with cursed energy. With his creator now dead and defeated before he had a chance to create him, Yuji goes on to make his friends lives a little easier.

His parents, his father and what would’ve been his mother having a normal life, or about ass normal of a life as they can. Yuji does something that helps Megumi’s mother , meaning Toji doesn’t abandon Megumi and the three live on to a relatively normal life. With Toji being out of the picture during Gojo and Geto’s mission, then Rika’s mission would’ve been a success and Geto and Gojo being untraumatised by the mission. Though it’s possible that Gojo would have his awakening at some point, it would’ve come some time later. Geto doesn’t have a depressive breakdown but gets close to murderous when he and Gojo do to that village and finds Mimiko and Nanako. Geto adopts the two girls, raising them alongside Gojo and Shoko who help them with their cursed techniques. Haibara survived his mission with Nanami and is alive in the present day. The second years their best lives altogether with Mai and Maki being very close.

Megumi, Nobara and even Junpei attend Jujutsu Tech alongside Nanako and Mimiko with Gojo as their teacher. None of them really take him seriously but they respect him as the strongest. Nobara meets Saori while shopping after someone (Yuji) rudely bumped into her and she keeps close contact with her. Their time as students are relatively peaceful by Jujutsu sorcerer standards and everyone is happy. And that’s all Yuji wants for them.

Meanwhile, Yuji is spends what little time he has on his own, reminiscing about his life and even watched his old friends have the happy lives that they deserve. His life with his grandfather, his time during his non sorcerer life before he ate Sukuna’s fingers and was thrusted into it. The happy times he had with his friends and people around him before Shibuya. Before the Culling Games. Thinking about the past as he wanders around before he boards a train, to where his resting place will be.

Though, despite all his efforts, his technique wasn’t all that perfect. Despite the happy lives everyone lives, everyone, particularly Megumi, Nobara and especially Gojo knows that something is wrong. None of this is right. They remember things that didn’t happen. Geto starting a murderous cult, Haibara’s death, Megumi’s memories of him and Tsumiki before Gojo took them in.

Sometimes…sometimes they see a boy with pink hair wearing their uniform or a hoodie with a big smile on their. Calling them by their names. Seeing him die. Popping out of box after said death.

They’ve seen him walking past them. HIs gaze following them. The sad smile he has before he goes on his way, as if he knows them.

But no matter how much they try, they can’t remember his name.

When they do, its almost too late.

They all just barely make it to the beach where Yuji is there, all alone. Megumi and Nobara run over at him, yelling and even hitting him for doing so many stupid things. Meanwhile Gojo is standing back waiting for the pair to lash it all out before he quickly joins them, praising Yuji for defeating Kenjaku. He laughs and smiles at them before seeing Nobara and Megumi crying. Despite somewhat expecting this end, he can’t end but cry as well. With doing everything that he could to make them have happy lives, he kind of became resigned to have the same fate as his grandfather. Dying alone with his loved ones unable to remember him. They three are there for his final moment before he slowly dies, a big smile on his face. Receiving a proper death surrounded by his friends and teacher.

I know I’m probably wrong about this but i made myself cry for like an hour thinking about this and again when i was putting it to words :,) Least i hope someone out there thinks the same way as me.

[haikyuuhoo]

2:17am

Megumi opens the door to his bedroom and immediately feels the fatigue hit him. He’s dead tired, and coming back from a mission when everyone else was sleeping was not something he enjoyed.

Well, everyone is sleeping except for you.

You’re sitting at his desk, hunched over an assignment that isn’t due until the next week — just to give you something to do — and you immediately look up when the door opens. A smile blooms over your face, but the sight makes Megumi frown.

“Why are you still up?”

You don’t even roll your eyes, standing from his chair and making your way over to him. You wrap your arms around him and his circle you in automatic response. “I’m leaving in the morning. I wanted to make sure I got to see you when you came back.”

Megumi groans and buries his face in your hair. Recently, the two of you had been like ships in the night, rarely seeing each other between missions before one of you was sent out again.

“You should be sleeping then,” he scolds, but it makes you relax in his arms. You missed this, the way he would scold you that you knew was his way of showing he cared.

“Seeing you is better,” you whisper, and you have to hide your yawn against his chest. You don’t have the heart to add I can barely sleep when I’m waiting for you to come home.

He sighs. “Let me go shower—I’ll be back in a couple minutes. You should get in bed.”

You reluctantly let go of him and nod, standing up on your toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

His grip tightens on you and he sighs against your mouth, pulling you closer in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

Now it’s your turn to scold him, though it doesn’t hold much weight with the way you’re smiling that tired grin up at him. “Go shower, ‘Gumi.”

And he grunts out a quiet fine before letting you go and moving to retrieve his things.

You watch him go before flicking off the desk lamp and rooting around in his dresser, picking out one of his shirts at random in the dark and changing into it. You then settle into his bed, taking a deep breath and letting yourself be consumed by the smell of him on his sheets. It’s like a cloud envelops you, holding you when he’s not there, making you feel warm and comforted and safe. It’s the only way you’ve gotten to sleep the past three nights without him.

By the time Megumi returns from his shower, he can tell you’re barely able to keep yourself awake with the way you sleepily open your eyes to blink up at him. You’ve got the blankets pulled up to your chin and a sleepy smile on your face, and the sight causes his cheeks to tingle with heat. He’s suddenly glad for the darkness as he climbs in beside you.

You’re nuzzling against him before he can even wrap an arm around you and pull you close, and though the action is gentle his fingers grip the back of your shirt — no, his, he realizes — like he’s afraid to let you go.

Because while he’s sure that everything is going to go fine — Gojo may have an interesting style of supervision, but surely he wouldn’t put you in any situation you couldn’t handle, right? — Megumi knows that nothing is certain.

He knows this life is hard, dangerous, unpredictable. He’s glad he’s able to go through it with you.

But if he’s being honest with himself, sometimes he’s scared.

And so he holds you closer, finally giving into the ache in his bones, wishing that the morning didn’t have to come.

we all knew this day would come — my first jjk post. ngl I didn’t think it was gonna be for megumi but I love him so here we are

hi jjk peeps i hope i do your favs justice <3

[sukirichi]

— just the two of us

request: I almost read all of your jujutsu kaisen writings and I love it. Your writing is really good! I do not know if a request about a fics🥞 about satoru gojo who is really in love and not very possessive with an oblivious reader. It will be fun to see Satoru try to flirt with her and she doesn't get it🤣

pairings: gojo x oblivious! reader

notes: THIS IDEA IS SO CUTEEE I absolutely loved every second of writing it! thank you for the request and I hope you like this! 🥞 breakfast has been served!

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none, other than this is unedited and written humorously rather than seriously~

masterlist !

Gojo doesn’t know whether he’s lucky – or completely cursed – over the fact you’ve got no idea he’s so in love with you.

It’s a bright sunny morning, perfect for outdoor training, and he walks with you all the way to school with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. You stretch your arms out in the sky to bask in the morning glow and warmth of the sun, sleeves pushed up to your forearms to “get that vitamin D.”

Satoru snickers at your statement, because you’d totally be getting a different kind of Vitamin D if only you’d notice him. Sometimes he wonders, if maybe you’d inherited the Six Eyes instead of him, would you finally be able to see him – or would you still remain unaware?

He doesn’t even know where it began. A year ago, Yaga introduced you as the newest staff member. You’d been so fidgety and nervous then, unsure of what to do and worried if maybe the kids wouldn’t love. They did, of course, how could they not. Not only were you extremely fun to be with, you’re also caring, fretting and even crying whenever one of the students got injured over a mission.

Shoko reminds you all the time that this should be normal for you by now, but you always cry every time, sobbing that they’re still only kids and should be out having fun.

Yeah, maybe that’s where it began. Your kindness struck a chord in Satoru’s heart, and before he knew it, he was falling for you. Hard. Next thing you know, he shows up five minutes before you leave for work, mock-saluting you before inviting you to breakfast. He does this every damn day, and you still don’t get a single thing.

“That café was really good,” you muse, fingers stretching outwards and giggling as the sun peeks through the spaces. Satoru sighs beside you, wanting nothing more than to slip his fingers through those softer ones. “We should go back there sometime. Maybe even take the kids with us this weekend so we can all have breakfast together!”

Satoru masks a snicker with a cough. It reminds him of the time Megumi called you mom and dad by accident, to which you happily responded with before tackling the boy in hugs, while the strongest jujutsu sorcerer only flushed in embarrassment.

Him being him though, Satoru played it off cool, flipping his hair before striking a pose. “Huh, a dad?” he smirks, “The only person who gets to call me daddy would be no one else but Y/N.”

The raven haired first year student immediately recoils in disgust. Meanwhile, the innuendo flies straight through you, and you peer up at him innocently with your head tilted to the side. “Daddy? Why would I call you my dad? My father is still alive and well, and I don’t see you marrying my mom or anything,” Just as Megumi nearly howls in laughter – another evidence that you’re really something else to get the usually stoic boy to lose his composure like that – you snap your fingers, the light bulb above your head practically shining. “Oh, I get it! You prefer younger women and you want them to call you that! Kind of like the hype for onii-chan nowadays.”

Hopeless, Satoru wants to say, you’re absolutely, utterly hopeless.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Satoru shrugs nonchalantly, sending a smirk your way. It usually drives everyone crazy, but you only smile back up at him in the same way you smile with everyone, and he tries his best to not show his shoulders are deflating. Nevertheless, he doesn’t give up. “How about you and I go out somewhere this weekend? The movies, perhaps?”

Say yes, say yes – please say yes.

Really though, he’s waiting for that ‘no’ already. Satoru knows you always go out of town during the weekends to visit your family in the countryside, only coming back on Monday the next week with a basket of fruits and traditional goods that isn’t so easy to find in the city.

But then you clasp your hands together in excitement, lashes fluttering delicately as you beam up at him. “Really? You’d like to go to the movies with me?”

“Of course I would,” Satoru tries not to stutter, hiding the fact that he’s completely taken aback. He’s the Gojo Satoru for heaven’s sake, he shouldn’t be this affected by anyone’s presence. “What makes you think I wouldn’t want to?”

“Oh, nothing, I just thought you were busy. This Saturday, then?”

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, it’s actually happening – his mind was barely functioning at this point, and he even slapped his cheeks to snap him back to life. “I thought there was a fly,” he lied with a chuckle, “But yeah, Saturday. I’ll pick you up?”

“Yeah, sure!”

Satoru wouldn’t stop smiling the whole way to the school. Even when Yuuji had face planted into the ground and Megumi sprained his ankle from training, he wasn’t able to get rid of the ridiculously big smile that stretched across his lips. He’s floating in cloud nine, flowers erupting from his ears and heart-shaped emojis bursting in his background.

“Well, you look creepy,” Shoko commented in the faculty room the moment you excused yourself, “Did you land a date with her or something?”

“That I did,” he stated proudly, even banging his fist on his chest like a deranged form of King Kong.

“I can only hope Y/N makes it out alive,” Nanami announces from behind the newspaper he’s reading, legs crossed over another before he peeks above the paper, narrowed eyes dead set on the blindfolded man. “Don’t be too wild with her, Satoru. She’s a gentle soul despite being a sorcerer – I humbly suggest you don’t mess with her feelings.”

“Are you kidding me? She’s the one messing with my feelings by being so fucking cute all the time!”

“Who’s cute?”

Shoko nearly spits out her coffee the moment you enter, glancing around the room and sitting down next to a shock-still Satoru. Nanami only huffs in his seat with a shake of his head. It doesn’t take long before Satoru regains his confidence and recovers from his shock – he’s turned to you with his torso completely facing your way.

You bask in the attention, mimicking the gesture until your faces are mere inches from one another. The fact you’re so responsive and attentive to him yet still painfully naïve strikes a mental war of himself debating whether he wants to kiss you or knock your head upside down. Satoru chooses neither options as he leans closer, his smile growing wider when you don’t pull away, and he doesn’t stop moving until his lips are right beside the shell of your ear.

“You’re cute.”

Shoko shudders at the same time Nanami just gives up on everything, folding his paper and lying that he’s got someplace to go with Ichiji. Satoru patiently waits for your reaction; for you to crumble this time around.

You’re silent for a moment, brows almost right across each other when you register his words. Satoru ends up holding his breath for your next words, wondering: is this it? will she finally understand what I feel for her now?

Even Shoko ends up sitting at the edge of her seat, silently watching the exchange with interest barely hidden in her sparkling eyes. Satoru watches as your lips open, his eyes transfixed on the way the soft flesh moves. They tilt upwards, revealing a set of a wide smile – the smile he can never get enough of. “Thank you!” you giggle at his compliment, “You and Shoko are very cute too! And the kids too, especially Toge! Not that I’m saying he’s my favourite—”

“He’s definitely your favourite student,” snorts Shoko who is ignoring the way Satoru turns completely gray beside you.

It turns out you still haven’t figured it out after all.

“The kids this – the kids that,” the tall, lanky man whines, his head falling back on the back of the leather couch. He looks so utterly defeated you can’t help but lean over him to check if he’s okay, but Satoru pouts and hides his face under his uniform instead. “Why can it never be just the two of us?”

“Sorry, what did you say?”

This time, you’ve kneeled on the couch to hover him. You even pluck one side of his blindfold off to see how he’s doing, and suddenly thankful you can’t see the way his cheeks are absolutely flaming right now. 

“Nothing,” he assures, his smile hidden behind his shirt. You look absolutely adorable hovering over him like that – eyes wide and lips pouty – what he wouldn’t give to kiss those lips right now, but it isn’t the right time, and Satoru just needs to find a better way to tell you how he feels. “It’s nothing.”

It’s absolutely not nothing.

Saturday couldn’t come faster.

Satoru finds himself willing time to go faster. Once the awaited day finally comes, he wastes no time in choosing his best outfit; an oversized black shirt tucked into black skinny jeans before styling his hair up the way he likes.

He winks at his reflection in the mirror, going ooh and aah at how hot he looks. It’s another reason why he can’t comprehend why you don’t like him yet, when, uhm, he knows he looks damn good? He’s pretty funny too – and his strength and power is already a no-brainer. Satoru can’t wrap his head around any possible reason why you wouldn’t like him; it’s basically a life or death mission at this point.

With that end goal in his mind and a spritz of perfume later, Satoru sashays out his apartment. Even though it’s already dark outside and he spent the whole day walking back and forth in his room trying to come up with ways to confess to you, he acts coolly all the way to your apartment.

This time around, he’s more than confident. He’s going to have you wrapped around his pretty little finger, “Wow,” is the first thing he says, pulling his blindfold down just to look at you.

Satoru feels blessed in that exact moment to witness how the heavens took their time with you, creating only the best out of the best and birthing the most magnificent person ever. Suddenly, he grows an urge to run to the countryside and thank your parents for going funky one night and creating you, because you’re an absolutely magnificent gift and it really baffles him how you’re real.

“Wow,” he repeats again, and you chuckle when he shakes his head. “You look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you look him up and down, smiling in satisfaction. “You look very handsome yourself.”

Satoru’s been called handsome a million times before that it’s gotten too much in his head already, but hearing it come from your lips hits different. If he was excited before, it’s nothing compared to what he feels now when you loop your arm through his, dangling off his arm like you were a lover.

He knows it’s not real and this is probably just a friendly date for you – something he intends to clear up later – but it doesn’t stop him from puffing his chest up a bit, almost as if bragging to everyone around you that he was the one you’re with, and that he was the one you’re going to the movies with.

All your babbles about everything goes straight into one ear and out the other. He wants to listen to you, he really does, but he’s so intoxicated with your voice that he just ends up nodding at everything you say; his attention mostly on how sweet you sound and smell.

His feelings only intensify a hundred times more when you finally make it to the theatre. Not only is it dark, but you’re sitting right next to him, arms and thighs brushing against each other. He takes note of every little movement you make, smiling to himself when you don’t pull away from his thigh flush against yours.

In this close proximity, your perfume overwhelms his senses. He finds himself leaning closer just to get a little more taste of it, his arm resting on the armrest beside him and placing his cheek on his open palm.

He doesn’t even know what the movie is about. All he can see, hear, feel and recognize is you – nothing and no one but you. Just as he wanted, it’s just the two of you.

Satoru reaches out to the bowl of popcorn in his lap to distract himself from the need of kissing you already. He was so smug that he’s on this date with you; now he feels like the world is laughing and mocking at him because you’re so close yet so far away. The last thing he wants is to say something weird and have you running for the hills. It’s clear you don’t like him, after all.

You end up reaching for it the same time he does, making your fingers brush. It sends a jolt of electricity down his spine and he immediately retracts it.

Looking up at him with an apologetic smile, Satoru knows he’s messed up. “I’m sorry,” you blurt out, raising your hands in surrender with a nervous chuckle. “I should’ve gotten my own bowl instead.”

Satoru stares at you through his blindfold. You’re close enough that he can count your lashes – both top and bottom row – and he’s so stupefied at this point that he just says the first thing that comes to his mind; absolutely anything just to get your attention. “Cold,” he shows you his hand, “I’m cold.”

“Oh,” you nod and slip your fingers through his. Satoru nearly gasps at how electrifying the sensation is from having your smaller, softer fingers collide with his, your hands fitting perfectly in his bigger, calloused ones. Then, you close your intertwined hands and smush your cheek with it to transfer your heat – completely unaware that Satoru feels like he’s floating in his own Infinite Void right now. “Feel warmer now?”

“Yes,” he replies. “Extremely.”

Something beast-like wakes within him after that. Now that he knows you don’t mind touching him at all, Satoru can’t help but want to take out all his playing cards and just go fuck it. So he does – and he might regret, he might not – who cares? It’s just the two of you, and you’re the only one he ever cares about this much that he’d pretty much let you do anything at this point.

“You know,” Satoru begins, shifting until your joined hands are resting on top of his chest. His heart is just about ready to burst through its confines at this moment, but he holds back. It’s now or never. “Shoko and Nanami are annoyed that I talk about you all the time.”

Your eyes widen at his statement. “Really? Do you talk badly about me or something?”

“No,” he nearly groans in frustration, “You’re really pretty and cool. You’re amazing during missions, too, when you fight, it’s like I’m witnessing a warrior princess. So cool.”

This makes you laugh until the person sitting behind you rudely shushes you. You bow your head in apology, turning to Satoru with a softer smile this time; one that looks reserved and private compared to your big grins. “Oh, no,” he closes his eyes even behind his blindfold, “Don’t smile at me like that. I don’t think I’ll still be cool if I end up stuttering over my words.”

“Satoru!” you whisper-hiss, although your chest is filled with so much giddiness too that you’ve both forgotten about the movie; unaware that the entire theatre was crying over the main character’s friend’s death. “What are you going on about?”

He wants to laugh so damn hard. He thought confessing his feelings for you would end up in a pitiful heartbreak that you’d be weirded out and push him away. For a moment, he forgets it’s you, and that nothing is ever difficult or painful with you – other than, of course, you being oblivious, but that isn’t something he can’t fix. He’ll get you on the train one way or another.

“I have a confession.”

“Yeah?”

“I was practicing how to ask you out for a whole hour in the mirror,” Satoru whispers, careful to not ruin the melancholic mood of theatre. It doesn’t even surprise him that his world is filled with nothing but sunshine even if the world around you has descended into grief and loneliness. “I also called Nanami on first date tips.”

“Nanami?” you echo with a gasp, “Why Nanami?”

“Because he’s married, that’s why. Mans know some tips for sure.”

“Wait, so,” you chuckle nervously, and Satoru waits, waits for you to pull away or push him back – anything that would indicate discomfort. He’s patient the whole time, watching carefully as you only squeeze his hand and gesture to the both of you with your free one. “This is a date? Our first date?”

“Only if you want to be,” Satoru shrugs, grimacing afterwards at how sappy he sounds. “Well, I actually consider this our first date and I’ve been waiting for this for like forever now, so I sure as hell hope you want this too. I didn’t dress myself up today only to come back home crying.”

Satoru’s heart – if possible – only beats crazier and sings the syllables of your name when you start laughing harder to the point you have to muffle it by burying yourself in his bicep. He feels like his muscles and nerves could erupt at any moment. It’s crazy – absolutely insane – how you have him wrapped around your finger like this. He doesn’t complain though; he never will.

“I’m glad,” you mumble through his shirt, your erratic heartbeat matching kiss when you take the first tentative step of kissing his jaw.

Satoru stiffens underneath you, a low growl ripping from his throat. He’s feral, wild, drunk at the sight and scent of you. You make him feel like he’s fluctuating between dimensions, all the planets just crashing on one another until the stardust is left in your eyes because what else could be an explanation for what he’s feeling other than a supernova collision of hearts?

“You always make me feel so happy when you’re around that I still can’t believe you feel the same way. I was so worried that maybe you wouldn’t get my hints.”

Satoru groans, “What the hell? How long have you liked me?”

“I guess when you started bringing flowers to Megumi randomly just to piss him off.”

Satoru wants to rip his hair out. That was just a few weeks after you’ve started working with him, meaning you both have liked each other this whole time and he’s been suffering and feeling stupid just for nothing?

“God, Y/N,” he mutters to himself, “You really do know how to make a man go crazy, huh?”

That innocent smile on your face lets him know that as usual, you’re oblivious of everything. Satoru is right; he still can’t decide whether he wants to whack you in the head upside down. With a sigh, he ends up choosing the latter, nearly falling over his seat when you let out a surprised yelp at the feeling of his lips on yours.

It doesn’t take long before you grab onto his shirt and cling to dear life, laughter bubbling through your lips as you kiss. The sound is so precious he wants to bottle it up and keep it treasure for the rest of his life, but Satoru doesn’t rush anything.

With you and only with you is he ever capable of feeling like it’s just the two of you in a world filled with chaos and destruction.

[violettelueur]

— ITADORI YUJI + GOJO SATORU + RYOMEN SUKUNA + NANAMI KENTO || THEIR S/O TURNING INTO BABIES/TODDLERS

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna + nanami kento from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 03 april

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Hi! May I request a headcanon just like the previous one you did with the s/o turning into a child but with Gojo, Itadori, Sukuna and Nanami? Thank you, I'm always looking forward to your works and love them very much!!!

↳ barista’s notes : i am so sad that i didn’t enjoy jujutsu kaisen friday...it feels really weird to not watch an episode ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but update on my life, on genshin impact i am on AR 39 since i finished my assession thingy and i am plannning to spend a lot on money on small business and skincare because it’s my two week holiday (if i do not become stingy because i am with money - call me MeiMei) and i can’t shop physically because of COVID....other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee and come back soon ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ

Itadori would be most surprised out of everyone when he finds out that you have turned into a child. For example, he would wake up and would instantly fall off his bed once he finds a toddler in his presence.

The first person he will go to is Fushiguro because ‘best friends for life I say’ and to be honest, you will probably cry/become nervous the second you see him because he has an annoyed look on his face leading you to hide under the blanket.

Itadori will panic and pull you into his arms with the blanket over because you are just scared of his friend and Fushiguro will be confused since you were friends with him after all.

You will have the brightest smile when you are with Itadori and you love it when he would raise you up in the air because it seems like you are flying.

When Itadori runs, you will giggle so much because it’s like being in a race car because of how fast he goes and the first years will wonder why you are not scared one bit.

I feel like you are comfortable with other people carrying you like even Gojo can, but when you want to go to Itadori...they better pass you on to him.

You and Itadori will always high-five each other just to make you happy because you would always raise your hand to him.

What Itadori finds really adorable is when you pick up a basketball because it looks really big compared to your toddler size and it is extra adorable when you try to throw it into the hoop with a little jump to copy him...like it just doesn’t reach.

This is when he would carry you up in the air and allow you to place the ball into the hoop because he really loves it when you cheer brightly.

When you run around, expect either Itadori to run slower because it seems like you are having so much fun or him to scoop you up into his arms because he is just really fast.

If Sukuna appears on his cheek, you would either slap it because you think it’s weird or just stare because it’s something you don’t see every day.

Itadori will have to force himself to watch cartoons with you because that is the only thing you would watch rather than you regular anime/movie nights that you would have with him.

After the whole cursed technique has been reversed, you would have no recollection of what just happened for the past 24 hours leading Itadori to explain - but I feel like he is the type to rather giggle in the middle of his explanation leading you to ask Fushiguro and Kugsaki in the end.

When you have turned into a toddler, Gojo will have no clue on what to do or say - even though he technically raised Fushiguro, doesn’t mean he has parental skills...he knows how to financially support someone.

In the beginning, he would be looking at you with such endearment because of how adorable you look and will absolutely take thousands of photos of you.

However, it seemed like you somehow retained your personality because the second he takes the 1000th photo, you would smack the phone out of his hands, surprising him completely.

You seem to be quite a calm child since you don’t really refuse to let him carry you, you just let him while he parades you around the school to show you off.

You will call him ‘Mr’ - don’t know why...maybe to tease him.

Gojo is the type to spin you around and twirl you like a princess because you are and forever will be to him - he sort of begins to notice your quite a quiet child.

The first years would be really shocked at your new appearance, especially Fushiguro since you did raise him...now it’s kind of his turn…

Nanami will try to take you away from Gojo because he’s worried that his colleague will do something really stupid to the point where you are injured in the process - but your man is adamant that he won’t hurt you.

Gojo will treat you to many sweets and that will cause a little shine of excitement to shine in your eyes because it’s a kid’s dream, right?

He really likes to feed you because it seems fun to him - I can imagine him saying ‘here comes the train’ and you would just grab the fork and guide it to your mouth.

When Gojo finally lifts up his blindfold, you would be surprised by them because they are so shiny - like you would stare at them for quite a bit that causes Gojo to freeze because you were dead frozen.

But when you show the brightest smile and place your hand on his cheeks, he relaxes before letting you do what you want to do. 

Say “Pwetty eyes” and Gojo will blush on the spot because you would always compliment his eyes when you were in your original form.

When the time has passed the 24-hour mark and you are back to normal, Gojo will instantly tell you what happened before you even ask - like “you were so adorable as a baby~ where are your baby photos?” while scrolling the pictures through his phone to show you.

He will 100% have baby fever after...

When Sukuna discovers you in your miniature form as a child, he will laugh at you for a good hour or more because he thinks how funny it is that you let a curse affect you like this.

However, what Sukuna finds really weird is that you’re not really afraid of him but rather interested because you would move closer to him to get a good look.

You will 100% tug on his kimono to get his attention and at first, it does annoy him completely because you are messing up with clothing but after a while, he finds it really assuming that you want his attention.

If you are in his domain, he will let you roam around in the water but he will find it really irritating that you are making loud noises since he is used to the quiet.

If you trip or fall down on your face, expect the King of Curses to laugh at you because he laughs at everyone’s misery - but he will be shocked that you haven’t cried at all.

He is the type of person that would say kids have no fear whatsoever - that is because of you.

Unlike the others, Sukuna will carry you by the collar of your shirt or just the back of your shirt and leave you hanging for some time - but it’s fun for you since you're just chilling and swinging.

Just because you are his significant other, doesn’t mean the word ‘brat’ won’t leave his mouth when he addresses you - the second you become a child, is the moment where you are a brat to him, but a brat that he loves.

After a while, when you start walking around in his domain after relaxing for some time, Sukuna would follow you slowly from behind because it just wants to see you waddle…

When you sit with him on his little skull seat, you will either play with his hands because his nails are just really long and you find that interesting or you would trace his marks because who the hell has marks on their face?

Sukuna would once again comment how children have no fears but wouldn’t stop you from touching the markings that he has on his face because he finds your expression of awe quite funny.

When you go back to your original form and remember nothing, Sukuna wouldn’t really tell you what happened but will just give you a smirk before saying “so what are you going to repay me with since you annoyed me so much as a little brat?” - huh?

When Nanami finds you in your little toddler state after being hit with a curse technique, he will literally have a whole staring contest with you for a few minutes.

You would probably stare at him for quite some time as well before either your eyes begin to tear up because he looks really scary or your arms would raise up, conveying to him that you want to be picked up.

You would call him ‘Nanamin’ just like how Itadori does and when Itadori finds out, he can’t help but find it really cute that you have picked up his habit.

For a child, you are quite interactive since when Nanami comes back to inform the school, you would wave to greet everyone that walks past and Gojo will find it really amusing - Nanami wouldn’t show it, but he thinks it’s endearing of you.

Gojo will definitely laugh at you for sometime before reaching out to hold you, only for you to wrap your arms around Nanami’s neck really tightly.

You would definitely fiddle with his glasses and try to put them on your face because it seems fun and you always wanted to try them on - now you have an excuse.

Nanami will make sure that you are well taken care of. He will make sure that you have eaten, hydrated with water, be in safe hands if he needs to go somewhere and he will help you clean up if you need help.

Let's just say he is the most responsible out of the four people in this headcanon right now because he is Nanami Kento.

If you somehow manage to get close to his weapon, he will quickly take it away from your reach because he is worried that you might hurt yourself.

Nanami has made one rule to himself and that is to never leave you in the care of Gojo Satoru because he has no idea what he would do with you - I don’t think he would take you to Ino as well because...it’s Ino (In conclusion, he will leave you to Shoko).

When Ino first sees you, he thinks Nanami is joking with him until he notices how much the child looks like you, only to shout your name in complete surprise causing you to giggle because it’s a funny sight.

If you snuggle your head in the crook of his neck, Nanami can’t help but smile slightly because it reminds him now you would do that as an adult when he came home from work and he can’t help but find it adorable that you kept that habit.

When you go back to your adult form after the 24 hours are up, Nanami will tell you what happened if you want to know and will probably warn you about the blackmail material Gojo has gained in the process.

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[saintobio]

gojo and his scar, a head canon.

satoru lets out another shaky sigh. it’s the middle of the night and his eyes are burning from exhaustion but he can’t fall asleep. not when his bed is empty again. for the past few nights ever since coming home he’s been in this situation. going to bed, waking up, sitting in the living room, staring at walls, hoping for some kind of answer. getting nothing.

satoru doesn’t understand and he can’t seem to. he doesn’t understand why his wife can’t seem to stand being in the same room as him. can’t seem to understand why people won’t look him in the eye when they speak to him. do they not realize that he can see the way they eye each other? looking at each other the way they do. ‘why are they looking at me like i’ve suddenly come back from the dead?’ he wants to laugh, because it certainly felt like he did. he feels so out of place. he can’t help but feel like a character in a play, one that didn’t receive the script; like he was caught in some twisted soliloquy that he wasn’t aware of.

his stare drops from the wall in front of him and finds it way to his arm. his sleeves had risen up and his throat tightens when he catches sight of the long scar. it was ugly to say the least. jagged, deep, messy. another one of his ‘doesn’t understands’ and he was too tired to even begin to bother himself about the rest of why’s and how’s. all he knew was that his chest ached every time he looked at it. it felt disgusting to him, like a nasty bug stuck to his arm and ever since he left the hospital he’s been committed to wearing long sleeves. he couldn’t bare to look at it. and it hurt, he won’t lie. just a few days ago he was sitting with his son when sachiro caught sight of it and young as he is, he was curious. little fingers reached out to touch it. satoru could still remember that nauseous feeling he got when his son’s hand flinched at the feeling of it and the upset sensation in his chest he had when he saw the furrow in his son’s brow. questions of, “how did you get that daddy?” but he couldn’t answer. he didn’t know.

ever since that day an irrational sort of paranoia started to root deep within him. part of him started to wonder if that was the reason why y/n didn’t want him touching her anymore.

was he disgusting?

satoru knew it couldn’t be the scar. truly, he knew. as ugly as it was, he knew that wasn’t the reason. y/n wasn’t shallow, she wouldn’t be repulsed by something so minuscule as a scar. but his heart still twinged. he felt defected in some way. like he was broken beyond repair; like some spare old scarps of metal that no one wanted or bothered with. satoru himself couldn’t help but feel pathetic. this was the 4th night he’s been in this same spot on the couch, starting blankly at the same wall, wondering the same thoughts. when will it come back? will it ever come back? it all felt dehumanizing in a way. how could he forget something so personal like a memory? something only he can know? he wonders if y/n thinks he’s as pathetic as he feels himself? wonders if she thinks he’s as incompetent as he often does. his heart breaks to think that she thinks he’s the terrible husband he feels he is or the pathetic excuse of a father he often berates himself as. because what kind of father forgets their son’s first steps, first words? their own birth? his eyes start welling with tears.

his impairment felt repulsive. the ugly scar on his arm feels like it’s all over his body, from the inside out, there for everyone to stare and he doesn’t know how to cover it up.

ANON WHATS UR DEAL MAKING ME SOB SO EARLY HHHJHJF :((( i felt this in my bones and it’ll go so well with the next chapter!!! i love this hc thank u for taking the time to write <3

[angry-geese]

Nanami Kento x Reader

Warnings: sfw. pregnancy mention, death mention, minor injury mention. mild angst. jjk manga spoilers/shibuya arc spoilers

Summary: some pregnancy fluff with nanami

Word Count: 2.2k

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Greys dot at his temples, and the sides of his beard. There's a permanent line between his eyebrows from scowling. Nanami always kept his face shaved in the past. Nowadays he hardly bothers shaving. You like it when he has a little bit of scruff, and he's often too tired to shave. His cheeks are far more gaunt. He lost a considerable amount of weight he never really gained back. You’ve been trying to get him to eat more. And it's working, but recovery isn't a short process. It was a long road that sometimes it feels like you take one step forward, only to take ten back.

He finds himself questioning if he'd rather wear a glass eye, or an eyepatch.

Nanami hardly sees the point in either. So the answer is neither. He rarely leaves his house, save for the rare times you drag him along to the grocery store, or down the street to the bakery. Even then, he wears his hat low on his head, keeping his eyes on the ground in a feeble attempt to make himself as small as possible.

Shibuya left scars on everyone who had the misfortune of being there, ones that never quite healed right. You were the same person; torn apart and put back together wrong. Age has not been kind to you, your wounds taking longer to heal, an ever-present ache in your bones. Past injuries have never quite healed, only laying dormant, waiting for the weather to sour so they can ache. He guesses he can consider himself lucky. He's alive. That's more than a lot of people can say.

But sometimes he thinks the real lucky ones were those who didn't survive.

Sometimes he thinks he's dead. In the twilight between sleep and his waking moments, he wonders if he actually made it. He wonders if he really survived, or if this is just some last ditch attempt by his brain to make sense of things.

He doesn't understand why you stay. He finds himself wondering why he bothers. Most days he doesn't see a point in continuing. But he doesn't want to leave you alone, reaching out to the empty space where he used to be.

For a long time he struggled to find purpose to all this. He wanted a reason, or at the very least answers. But he never would get them. It's unfair to say there’s an order to the universe. There's no reason why things happen the way they happen, they just do.

In the end he came to terms with it.

He remembers the glint in your eyes. A mischievous look- you were always trying to cause trouble. It's never really left. You were younger than him. Not by much. Two years. You were adamant he recommended you to become a grade one sorcerer. For months you pestered him, hounding him for that recommendation. As a Jujutsu High first-year, you looked up to him. When you got into trouble, you found yourself asking 'what would Nanami do?' And as time went on, you still did.

After months of pestering he eventually caved. You're nothing if not persistent. It was a little alarming at the time, and equally as irritating. But when you were finally a grade one sorcerer, he was there alongside you to celebrate.

At first glance, you two were far from compatible. The two of you couldn't be any more different. He was stoic and stern, and you were a known troublemaker. Your cursed technique worked well with his, and as a result, you went on many jobs together. As time went on you grew close.

And after years of working together, he finally realized he wanted more.

To everyone around you, your feelings were obvious. The two of you were hopeless. Between your stubbornness, and Nanami’s refusal to believe Gojo, neither of you wanted to be the first to confess. It was up to Gojo to help. Neither of you asked for his help, he took it upon himself. Little did he know, Nanami had a confession planned.

Nanami never got to have a proper confession. Gojo would spoil the surprise. Nanami was pissed, but your reaction was worth it. He doesn't think he’s ever seen you that happy.

Slowly things got better. Your more visible wounds healed and scarred. You went back to work. Nanami settled into domestic life better than he thought he would.

The transition wasn't the easiest. Settling down was far from an instantaneous change. He took on work around the house. For a short time you kept a ‘normal’ job. Even when you were younger, such work never suited you. Between the money you had saved up from your years as a sorcerer, and the money you got from odd jobs, you had enough to live comfortably. There was no need to work.

Slowly he started to look forward to getting up in the morning. Having a routine helped. It gave him a sense of normalcy.

He often finds himself unable to sleep. Nanami falls asleep late in the afternoon, and sleeps until either his phone, or a nightmare rouses him.

Today it's neither. He was a light sleeper before. Now even more-so. When he’s next to you, sleep comes to him easier. His arms find the swell of your belly, wrapping around it protectively. Your presence is a reminder that you’re still around, that you're not going anywhere. His shoulder aches. He finds sleep impossible. He’s too sore to move, but too sore to sleep. Even before everything, he found it easy to sleep on his couch, and hard to sleep in bed. You’d constantly pester him that sleeping on the couch wasn't good for his back. But that wouldn't stop you from staying there until you both inevitably fell asleep, and he carried you to bed.

It took you years to convince him to have one. He wanted to settle down and have children, but he couldn't be both a sorcerer and a parent. And neither could you. Shibuya only set things back. The world had to heal first. Things had to get better. The two of you had to heal before others could rely on you.

You weren't actively trying, but if it happened, it happened.

You've long since fallen asleep in the crook of his neck. He hardly left bed all day. Things were getting bad again. Sometimes months would go by where it seemed things were improving, only for them to take a nosedive. He’s still getting better, but recovery isn't a linear process. You didn't have anywhere to go that day, so you stayed right by his side. You took it upon yourself to make him feel better. Or at least bother him until he got out of bed. Much of your morning was spent watching movies on your phone, and stealing blankets from each other.

Retirement was nice. Granted, you retired rather young, but if the rest of your life was spent with him, you’d be content. He’s still the same man you fell in love with all those years ago. Aside from the occasional, safe-ish odd job, you were done with sorcery. Those days were past you.

He’s grown tired of staying still. Sometimes moving helps the aches. He never was the earliest riser before, but now he can hardly stay in bed past seven. Everything hurts. No matter when he goes to sleep, he’s usually up by 7:30, and you can count on him making coffee in the kitchen.

It's hardly past nine. The sun has completely set over the horizon. Stiffness has set into his limbs. He takes great care to not disturb your sleeping form, tucking the blankets back around you.

You nuzzle into the warm spot where he once was, a frown burned into your face. You never liked sleeping without him. Nightmares struck you frequently. Often you'd wake up from a dead sleep in a panic, calling out for him, convinced that this was some sick dream and he died years ago. He’d often wake up to you clinging to his arm, face buried in his shirt.

But he was always there.

You find it easier to fall asleep when it's light out. You don't like falling asleep in the dark. He makes sure to keep a light on in the hall. The power bill you could care less about. Nightmares came to you in the dark. Your logic is that, if there's no dark, you won't have them. To some extent it works.

It's a bit late for dinner, but he finds himself in the kitchen anyway. He wants udon, but the shop you normally go to would be closed at this hour. Their mushroom udon is the best. He’ll try to recreate it.

He sets some water on to boil, along with some frozen gyoza to thaw that you always insist on going to this one specific market in Tokyo for. Chicken and leek, with lots of ginger. Your favorite. You go through so much of the stuff that you have to get it in bulk, and freeze the extras. He thinks you’ll want tea too, so he sets the kettle on to boil.

He doesn't hear you walk in. Between the clanking of pots, and the whistling of the kettle, your soft footsteps go unheard. Nanami’s hearing was never quite the same. But he senses eyes on his back, and turns.

“I didn't mean to wake you, love.” He says.

“You didn't. I was having a hard time staying asleep anyway,” you say, “what’re you making?”

“Mushroom udon and gyoza,” he says, “it’s gonna be kind of a late dinner, but I thought it sounded good.”

“Smells good,” you say.

One of his hands finds your much smaller ones. Your fingers lace with his. His hands are warm, and calloused from years of using his weapon.

“Remind me to get more tea when I head into town tomorrow,” you say, “oh- and rice too. We were getting low the last time I checked. Do you want to go too?”

He nods. He makes a silent note to add those, along with laundry soap to the shopping list.

Before, he hated going into town. Strangers poked and prodded, and asked about his scars. It's gotten better as time goes on. If cravings struck you in the middle of the night, he would be up and ready to bring you something. Craving the mochi only sold by a specific shop in Tokyo? It doesn't matter if he had to take the train all the way to the city, he’d do it. Your arms wrap around his waist from behind. He’s a bit too tall for you to rest your head on his shoulder from behind. You have to stand on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. He smells faintly of laundry soap, and shampoo. His stubble brushes against your lips. You always liked when he grew it out.

He pulls you so you stand in front of him, your back against his chest. His hands find the swell of your belly, wrapping around you protectively. Nanami plants a kiss on the top of your head. It's one of the few moments you feel truly normal. You’re no longer sorcerers, but a couple sharing a romantic moment, one building a life together.

He’s hardly allowed any distance between you two. Nanami acts like you’re made out of glass. He’s almost afraid to touch you. God forbid you try to lift something too heavy, or help out with the housework. He’s on you in an instant, trying to get you to rest. He’s a bit overbearing when it comes to things that aren't good for the baby. No alcohol, no caffeine, no overexerting yourself. You didn't miss alcohol all that much, but you really miss coffee. At times his presence can be suffocating. He means well, even if it gets on your nerves.

When the noodles are done, he gathers two bowls- part of a set given to you as a wedding gift. You only brought them out to use when your parents would visit. Much of the time they spent gathering dust. You always talked about using them more, but never got the opportunity to. He figures now is as good a time as ever. You set the table, setting out a few candles. He’d break out a bottle of sake if you could drink, but you just settle for tea.

"Retirement looks good on you," you say.

“It looks good on you too,” he says.

Conversation carries on while you eat. The topic falls onto mundane things that make his heart flutter only when you talk about them. You make plans to go shopping in the morning. You need groceries, and there’s a new shop opening up in town that you want to check out. When you’re done eating, you help him clean up. You clear the table while he gets the dishes.

He’s finally found his place. Not in jujutsu or human society. Not among sorcerers or regular people. His place is beside you.

And each day, he finds himself falling more hopelessly in love.

[ootahime]

analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga >:) pt. 3

more and more paragraphs ahead.  BE PREPARED!

i’m also writing this at 3 am so please bear with the horrendous grammar and punctuation.

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i know he’s probably like this with everyone but i love how excited he is bragging about his students to her.  he’s like a child telling his mother about an amazing adventure he had with his friends, making sure he mentions every detail.  in the anime, their conversation lasted for 3:41 :3 backwards 341 is 143 which means i love you.  

1 letter = i

4 letters = love

3 letters = you

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i love her fit!  i also like how both of them like to wear baggy clothing that accentuates their collarbones `w` it’s like they’re matching in a way.  even if she did tell him to cut the crap, she still let him run his mouth to his content LOL i feel like if he didn’t compliment himself at the end, she would have said something different.  UGH HE LOOKS SO HAPPY CALLING HER

 ah, let me translate the conversation just in case anyone needs it.

utahime: you wanted to talk about the investigation, right?

gojo: well, got any idea who?

utahime: i have no idea.  no one seems suspicious.  what do we do now?  should we ask the students for help?

gojo: yeah, that’s fine.  i’m busy so asking the kids would be okay.  keep looking.  i’m counting on you.

I THINK THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE TRYING TO SAY.

OR it could mean that she’s asking if they should start investigating the students.  it would make sense either way because gojo says in the next panel that he doesn’t want to assume that the mole is a student, and in chapter 79, gojo sends the trio to utahime to help her.  

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these two love their students to death.  neither of them wanted to assume that the mole was a student.  in chapter 79, when utahime is talking to the trio about the mole, nobara points out to the group that the traitor must be from kyoto because utahime is the one who’s reaching out to the tokyo side.  utahime has a dismal look on her face, almost like she’s saying, “i didn’t want it to turn out this way -- for this to be true.”  after mechamaru says his farewells to miwa on the train, mai tries to talk about what he did to which utahime says, “it doesn’t matter, he’s dead, after all,” with a similar sunken expression.  i just love how her care for the students is one of the biggest aspects of her personality that’s been showcased so far.  it’s also cool how it ties together with gojo’s belief that no child’s youth should be taken away.  i truly think these two have the capacity to understand each other to a deep level, down to the core.  seeing as utahime is also a teacher, it’s safe to assume that she also wants to raise the next generation of sorcerers to be strong.  utahime and gojo’s similarities and contrasting elements are so interwined, i really wonder if it’s intentional.  like am i looking too much into this?  are utahime and gojo really meant to be this connected?  think about it.  similar motivations, care of the kids, contrasting palettes, the bickering, long history.  IT’S JUST TOO MUCH. 

also can we mention how their phone calls and meetings must be heavily planned out?  this means they’ve talked and interacted with each other A LOT behind the scenes.  she doesn’t answer his call with “what do you want?  don’t bother me on my day off.”  she knows exactly why he’s calling her and they even speak in code.  she probably meets up with him and tells him to call her on a specific day and at a specific time.  they must know each other’s schedules very well in order to execute this investigation in complete secrecy.  when he says, “we can never be too sure who is listening in around utahime” it implies that they find calling a risk, so in order to guarantee that there is no one around, they have to meet up in person.  see where i’m getting at?  they talk A LOTTT and most likely are aware of each other’s daily lives.  

the fact that gojo is her main source of stress when he’s literally a 3 hour train ride away from her is hilarious LMAOOOO.  you know what that means, right?  he must call and text her constantly about random things to annoy her.  

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ah yes, my favorite moment by far.  look at that smile on his face.  

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he loves saying her name.  he probably rushed over with the sole purpose of doing something like this to her LMAOOOO like i mean, mei was in there with her so technically they both needed to be helped but judging from his words and expression, he only wanted to help utahime.  notice how mei’s not there in the debris.  could she possibly have suspected gojo’s presence or an outside force?  or was she fast enough to avoid being in the debris?  either way, her lack of presence in this scene helps highlight the fact that this is a special interaction between utahime and gojo.  he refers to her in a very familiar sense.  the most formal way to address someone is by their last name followed by the honorific, -san.  in gojo’s case, he should be calling her iori-san if they weren’t acquainted.  he doesn’t even bother to call her utahime-senpai.  granted, gojo is not the most respectful and socially competent person out there because geto points this out to him.  he isn’t even aware that she finds him annoying because he views her bad attitude toward him as her just playing along with him.  he probably thinks she’s flirting back LOLOL

since he asks her “you cryin?” that definitely means that gojo witnessed her crying on one occasion or maybe multiple.  who knows, the old utahime could have been a very emotional person.  while this is happening, mei is close to gojo, she then asks him if he would console her if she were to cry in a flirtatious manner.  gojo dismisses her attempt at flirting with him and says she won’t cry because she’s strong.  now normally, you’re supposed to face the person you’re talking to, GOJO.  he KEEPS his eyes on her even when more people come to join the conversation.  

now, we can all agree that geto, mei, and shoko are better at picking up social cues than gojo.  they probably knew the vibe of the conversation and decided to play along with gojo’s antics.  

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WE were worried about you.

pay attention to the order of the characters that show up.  gojo makes his appearance first, then geto, followed by shoko.  based on utahime’s reaction to seeing shoko, it’s evident that these two share a close bond.  shouldn’t shoko be the one to arrive on the scene first?  she’s the closest to utahime and would therefore be more concerned about her condition, right?  i know shoko’s technique doesn’t really allow her to do anything other than treat the wounds of others, but if you heard your friend was missing, you would definitely rush to the scene.  

look at geto’s reaction when mei says, “you’re the one who’s picking on her, geto.  you don’t even know it.”  i think it’s mei who’s saying this because gojo calls geto “suguru”.  but anyway, mei is aware that they’re picking on her.  i don’t think she’s the type to legitimately bully someone for their strength.  her reaction to all of this is very playful and her “heh heh heh” is proof of that.  when geto shows up and swallows the curse before it gets to utahime, he says, “satoru.  it’s not nice to pick on the weak.”  by saying this, he pisses utahime off because he too, is joining in on gojo’s joke.  i believe he’s unaware that he’s making fun of utahime because his reaction is “gah!” with a sweatdrop.  he probably thought gojo was making fun of weak people in general.  

geto’s usually a gentleman seeing as it is canon that he is more popular with girls than gojo.  BUT WHO KNOWS...you gotta be a specific type of person to be best friends with gojo.  maybe he ain’t shit too...  okay, my point is that everyone is just playing along.  when shoko shows up, utahime is relieved to see her because shoko doesn’t tease her like this.  since utahime tells shoko to not become like those two, this implies that geto teases her as well (probably not as much as gojo).  we all know geto is really big on looking out for the weak so he probably wouldn’t have insulted her for real.  

verdict: utahime being weak is just a joke.  i’ve mentioned this so many times, sorry if it’s getting annoying and repetitive hehehehehe...

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these three aren’t irresponsible.  geto and gojo are a troublesome duo for sure, but they’re dependable.  seems unlike them to forget something so simple and essential to pretty much every mission.   

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here’s my headcanon.  they were hanging outside or in the car when their assistant manager got a call.  the assistant was informed that two days have elapsed since mei and utahime went on their mission (or last contacted someone).  

gojo: that’s weird.  mei’s with her so they should have finished exorcising the spirit sooner.

geto: you think something happened to them?  maybe it’s a strong special grade.

gojo: utahime probably dragged mei down with her.  poor mei-san~  

gojo gets up 

geto: where are you going?  

gojo: going to save utahime!  it’s fine i’ll put up a curtain!

manager: gojo wait!!!!!!!!!!!

geto sighs

shoko: that idiot’s always running off without us.

they pin the blame on gojo for saying that he’ll put up a curtain and leaving the assistant manager behind.  you know what this means?  he ran and the manager couldn’t catch up HEHE... why the rush, gojo?  were you actually concerned about her?  

tbh i don’t see gojo ever running to something unless it’s urgent.  the fact that he ran to save her says a lot.  

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let me know if you have any thoughts or questions!  i forgot to add this but gojo had a more serious expression when he was explaining how they must’ve been trapped in a barrier that messes with time.  he then states, “we thought it was weird even though you’re here, mei.”  i know he was probably worried sick because if mei couldn’t be contacted then that means something must’ve happened to utahime too.  okay that’s it for now.  i’ll be bringing up this little detail i’ve noticed about utahime in the manga next :3