#girldad!gojo

[littlejapanesesightseeingtrip]

"Just Satoru"

Synopsis: Your ex-husband just wanted to see your daughter on his day off. But can this ordinary day lead to the revelation of secrets kept? Will you finally get answers to those unanswered questions? [warning: super cringe, I wrote this last year, this was my very first fanfic ever. Just releasing this so that you guys can read my raw emotions. hehe. enjoy 😗😆🙂]

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Satoru sighed as he completed the last of the curses assigned to him for the day. Checking his watch, he raised his eyebrows in disbelief—it was only 1 PM. He felt a sudden jolt of pain stab at his forehead. How could he be getting a headache now? 

He had barely slept for two hours each night for the past month and had lost track of how many missions he had completed.

Ever since moving out of Y/n’s house, his life had become a whirlwind of misery. He had started overworking himself, moved into a new place, and lost the comfort of shared moments.

---

Thinking of the good old days when Suguru and Y/n were around brought him bittersweet solace. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that you felt the same way. Y/n's father was a non-sorcerer, while her mother was a First-Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer. Taking after her father, she had always been grounded, but she could never forget the day her mother introduced her to her disciple, Shoko Ieiri. Shoko became her best friend and introduced her to her classmates—Suguru, Satoru, Utahime, and Nanami.

Shoko had described Satoru as "the strongest," "a guy with a cocky attitude," but to Y/n, he was simply Satoru. Treating him as an equal, trusting him, and appreciating him for who he was—this broke the shell he had lived in for years. They shared a healthy relationship that blossomed into a family, welcoming their little daughter, Himawari, who had Satoru wrapped around her little finger.

Their life together had been picturesque until it all came crashing down. Satoru began to act tense, and one day, he dropped the bombshell: "I cannot be a family with you anymore. I am leaving." Those words shattered Y/n’s heart. Perhaps he was always just the "cocky, selfish guy" everyone warned about.

---

Satoru hesitantly dialed your contact. Despite everything, he couldn’t bear not seeing his little princess, which was also an excuse to check on you. 

Each ring made his stomach churn.

“Satoru. What is it?” Your voice was cold, filled with indifference, which shattered his heart. He couldn’t blame you; he had asked for this distance.

“I have the rest of the day off. I was wondering if... if I could drop by and see Hima.”

“She’s at school, and I’m at the office. But her school ends in an hour. You can pick her up and spend the afternoon with her. I won’t be home until 7. You have the keys.”

“Oh… okay then.” You hung up, leaving him sighing, and headed to his daughter’s school.

---

Satoru found a shady spot near the school gate and waited for Himawari. Other parents gossiped about him, the handsome man who abandoned  his wife. They had heard about how Himawari said her daddy no longer lived with her, and the rumors spread among the group.

 "It’s always the handsome men who abandon their wives. Good thing Y/n is self-dependent. I bet he’s only here to win over Himawari too."

The bell rang, and children began to pour out. A certain girl with blue eyes and white ponytails searched for her father and, upon spotting him, bolted over.

“Daddyyyy!!! I didn’t know you were coming!” He scooped her into his arms.

“Surprise! I missed you, Hima.”

“I miss you too, Daddy. When will you come home?”

Himawari’s soft voice tugged at his heart. It was clear that Himawari was the spitting image of her father—white hair, ocean-blue eyes, and a charming smile. But while Satoru was known for his goofy, easy-going personality, Himawari had inherited her mother's calm and responsible nature.

“Let’s go home now, and we can spend the whole evening together!” He kissed her cheek, earning a nod of excitement.

-

In the cozy living room, sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the scattered toys on the floor as Himawari showcased her new block set. She was determined to build a castle.

“Is this game really meant for kids your age? It seems complex,” Satoru mused.

“It’s easy! I’m almost done!”

“I’m very proud of you, Hima.”

He noticed some tiny action figures lying around—representing a man, a woman, and a little girl.

“Are these going to live in your kingdom?”

“Maybe. They were supposed to be a happy family.”

This pierced Satoru’s heart. His daughter was suffering from their separation, and he hated that she had to endure this pain.

“Those three can be a happy family and live in the castle together, forever,” he reassured her, but the pain in his head surged.

Exhausted, he laid back on the couch, hoping to rest his weary Six Eyes. When was this headache planning to go away?

---

“Daddy… I’m done with the castle! Now the family can live here happily forever!”

When Himawari noticed her father had fallen asleep, she approached him and gently patted his cheek.

His skin felt warm. Remembering what her mother had taught her, she checked his forehead and realized he was running a fever.

---

“I’m home,” you announced as you entered the house. “Hima-chan? Satoru?”

Seeing your ex-husband asleep on the couch, a cloth on his forehead and Himawari beside him, panic surged through you.

“What happened, Hima? Is everything alright?”

“Mommy… Daddy’s head felt hot, so just like you put a cloth on mine when I’m sick, I tried to help him too…” Your daughter’s voice wavered with worry.

You comforted her, “It’s alright, baby. You did well. Just make sure to wet the cloth next time.”

As you touched Satoru’s forehead, a wave of familiar emotions crashed over you, but you pushed them aside. You had to focus on him. Just as you were about to get up, his phone rang.

“Shoko☠️😜 is calling.”

Thinking it was just Shoko, you answered.

“Hello, Shoko? It’s me, Y/n.”

“Huh? Y/n? Is Satoru at your place? How did you get his phone?”

“Yes, he came over while I was at work, but he fell asleep and has a fever.”

“What? Gojo never gets a fever! I told him to stop taking on so many missions!”

“Has he been working more?”

“He’s been overdoing it. He joked that he thought doing more missions would kill time now that he’s alone. I warned him that overusing those Six Eyes drains his energy.”

You felt sick with worry.

“Y/n, I have an urgent body to deal with. Take care of him and keep him there for a few hours. He needs to rest. I’ll talk to Yaga-sensei.”

You were left feeling nauseous. If you could no longer give him affection, at least you could offer medicine and sympathy.

---

Before you knew it, it was midnight. After making dinner, feeding Himawari, and constantly checking on Satoru, you settled next to him. It had been five hours since he had run a fever, and it showed no signs of letting up. You covered him with another blanket and grasped his hand, feeling it shake.

He instinctively intertwined his fingers with yours, holding you gently. Tossing and turning, it seemed he was waking.

“Y/n...? What is…” He struggled to form words, his weakness evident.

“Rest for now, Satoru. We’ll talk later.”

And so, you let him sleep through the night.

---

In the morning, you found Satoru sitting on the couch, hands buried in his hair, looking disoriented.

“I assume your headache is gone now…?” you asked.

“How did you—”

“Whenever you overuse those pretty eyes of yours, your head hurts. But never did I imagine you’d work so much you’d get a fever. Care to explain?”

“I… I’m fin—” 

“Before you lie, I just want the truth. Why did you leave? No explanation, no reason. Did all those years mean nothing to you? Didn’t you care about me?”

He buried his face in his hands, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

“I miss you. A lot. I can’t stop thinking about you and Hima. It hurts. I thought if I worked more, I could distract myself and make time for her, but…”

“But what?”

“They said they would kill you both if I didn’t abandon you. The higher-ups knew how much I let things go my way because of my power, but they started blackmailing me.”

You were speechless. The weight of his struggles crashed over you like a tidal wave.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, and you sensed his eyes threatening to spill as well. 

Without saying a word, you wrapped him in a tight embrace, needing this moment just as much as he did.

From now on, you’d face everything together.

---

Meanwhile, Himawari woke up, sensing the usual morning bustle was replaced by quiet. She crept downstairs, hoping to find her mom and dad. Peeking into the living room, she saw the two figures asleep on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Not wanting to disturb them, she quietly retreated upstairs, a small smile gracing her lips.

---

And thattttt concludes my life's very first fanfic//oneshot!

so basically, a summary (incase someone's confused) (trust me even idk how i wrote this thing a year ago)

satoru lived a happy life with y/n, and had himawari too, but the higher ups were like 'this guy's only possible weakness is his family' so they decided to blackmail him into doing stuff their way or else they'd harm his two girls. so he reluctantly did so, making him act all tense and anxious. soon they told him to leave y'all forever if he wanted y'all to be safe. he is extremely heartbroken and hates himself a lot, and all that, and reluctantly leaves you. then to cope with it he starts overworking, while on the other hand you think that satoru is too selfish and prioritizes his jujutsu powers over his family, and thinks he left you because he was annoyed by your interference in his life. you start to feel a sense of betrayal. but this mess is cleared up as stated above so yeahh. i left it incomplete towards the end, to leave their complete reconciliation over your imagination. man i love open ended stuff. 

anyways yeah. 

X-X

p.s. :- 

(i'll also release the raw first draft I first wrote about a year ago but never released. the one above is just the older and more mature me correcting my errors. maybe you can get the full raw emotion from the me who was totally unaware of what was gonna come in this crazy year ahead. and the me who was 101% down bad for gojo satoru back then, not that i still ain't.)

edit: link to draft = link to draft :-)

if you made it this far i am proud of you to survive.

[iid-smile]

content — ex!gojo satoru x fem!mother!reader, you and gojo have a son, gojo lives separately from the reader, mentions of breaking up on a bad note

a/n — baby fever was extreme and i just wanted to write a little something, so this might be messy and rushed! honestly u might get a bit mixed up with the pronouns, because i surely did

ex!boyfriend satoru visits you just a few days after your pregnancy. if he could've came during the delivery, he really would've, but the timing was unlucky with him being on a business trip.

he looks a little sheepish as he walks through the front door. one, because the two of you haven't had a rational conversation in an embarrassingly long while. and two, this would be his first time handling a baby. a newborn baby. the maximum he's handled is somewhere around six... six years old. it's not like the world is going to explode, but cut him some slack.

he doesn't exactly know what he was expecting, but hearing that his son has been sleeping all day already had nervous giggles erupting inside of him. coping mechanism? maybe. actually, he was just like that when he was a baby too, always resting peacefully and never making a fuss. that didn't seem to age too well, though.

finally, you introduce mini gojo to him, held carefully in your arms after taking him out from his crib. satoru knows he has strong genes, considering his clan has had the signature 'white hair, blue eyes' for how long, but the sight in front of him was surely surprising. half of his son's hair was your colour, and the other side was his. it's gorgeous. he's almost glad that the tradition was broken, starting with his son too. tufts of hair were already long and fluffy, just like his. every time the baby's eyes opened a little, a hint of diamond blue could be seen. oh, he's the spitting image! adorable!

and then, you offer for satoru to hold him. huh? hold? what is he supposed to do? his arms fumble around and the thousands of parenting tip videos have not helped whatsoever in this situation. this is literally the basics. he tries to relax as you show him how to do it, but god, he just can't. the what if's are constantly running through his mind, waiting for him to mess up. before he even knew it, he had a newborn in his arms.

at first, he's stiff, staring down at his child in his arms as if he's in some sort of fever dream. however, once you leave the room, his parental instincts start to kick in, cooing with silly faces and rocking him back and forth. he's a natural, lightly tickling his son's tummy and holding his hand, tiny 'hi's and 'hello's leaving his lips. he could hold him all day if he could, spend every waking moment with him and listen to every single cry and whine that comes from him.

he's reluctant once it's time to leave, because what kind of father would want to leave their son and be miles apart? yes, it's only a ten minute drive. yes, he is being dramatic. but ten minutes is pure torture.

satoru wants to see his son every day. he wants to watch his son grow up, learn his first words, go to school... but how can he do that when you and him are on bad terms? should he learn to make amends with you once and for all?

[riediaries]

masterlist! [ gojo satoru]

stand alone series

hate to love - having a loving boyfriend who loves everything about you, even your so-called 'flaws'.

satoru knows - you learned to love satoru in the process of him knowing and understanding you.

under the blue umbrella - you don't want him to use his infinity, so you share your umbrella with your enemy.

girldad! gojo

learning to braid - satoru practices braiding for his daughter by using your hair.

school starts! - first day of classes. will satoru accomplish his mission?

carbon copy - your baby daughter inherited all of satoru's physical appearance. a carbon copy indeed.

morning kisses - favorite morning routine with a twist!

flower dad girl - a flower girl sleeps on the time she's supposed to walk so daddy has to make up for it.

actor! gojo series (soon)

actor! gojo x manager! reader

[sugurumybelovedd]

kenjaku WISHES he mothered this hard

[yandere-daydreams]

ok hear me out hear me out.. how about head knight! reader x pope!(?) suguru x king! satoru...

the knight who’s been sworn to her king’s side since she was a mere lass; she’s trained arduously since being appointed his special knight. her efforts were never in vain for her king parades her around like a mere trophy, whether it be curling his hands around her waist at soirées held in his name as he boasts about her with another glass of wine, or feeding her until she can taste bile in her throat, at his grand banquets. she was infamously known as his favourite, but it felt blasphemous to the pope.

how can a woman earn the title of a knight? it is undeserving, and dangerous. despite all her feats, there’s nothing she can do can change his mind about this.

to him, the knight is nothing more than a woman who must be reformed, and the king is a foolish man to allow these sacrilegious acts to continue further than he should’ve. yet that would’ve been true whether or not she was knight. suguru has been against your title as a knight even in his youth. unfortunately, he was unable to correct this.. behaviour of yours and satoru’s as he had to move away to devote his time to religion. don’t worry though, now that he’s back he’ll give you and satoru the punishment that you both deserve. (ignore that i changed povs at the end😭)

i hate to do this to you anon but i am NOT letting misogyny into my fun little au under literally any circumstances and unfortunately must use you as an example. i see your people and i respect them, but i am not connected enough to the idea of gender or heterosexuality to find it anything other then a little gross and therefore cannot allow it on my blog. c'mon guys. if we went two consecutive hybrid aus without a single use of the word 'alpha' we can do this.

[nanamistiee]

satoru gojo as your boyfriend. // headcanons

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ satoru gojo as your boyfriend head canons ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

✧ satoru's love language is definitely gift-giving. he's heading to a certain city on a mission and he knows your favorite sweets are there? yeah, the curses can wait, he's making a bee-line to the candy shop to snag a couple for you to enjoy when he gets home. he's not the type of guy to ever come home empty handed, either. even after a long day, he's 100% showing up with flowers or a bottle of wine or something to show his affection for you.

✧ as much as he'll never admit it, satoru is a sappy lover. you have the ability to turn him into absolute mush; he's putty in your hands. although he's the type to tease the absolute living hell out of yuji, megumi, and nobara for having crushes, satoru is 100x worse. he worships the ground you walk on and he's not afraid to show it.

✧ one of his favorite things to do with you is cook. let's face it, he's pretty much stuffing his face with something 24/7, whether it be sweets, savory snacks, or anything he can get his hands on. so this is a perfect date night for you two. except... he lets you do most of the cooking and he's there for moral support. he's like your perfect sous chef, nodding along to whatever you say and passing you whatever incredients you ask him for. he'll always slip in a cheeky little 'yes ma'am.' & 'yes, chef,' too.

✧ trying to get ANYTHING done with satoru is hard. you've got something cooking on the stove and it's about to boil over? he doesn't care, he needs to spin you around in the dining room and tell you you're gorgeous. you're trying to study? he doesn't care, you HAVE to give him a kiss because it's been an hour since you last kissed him and he's gonna die if you don't give him a kiss in the next thirty seconds.

✧ satoru is clingy. he needs to be holding your hand, burying his face in the crook of your neck -- anything. he's the type of guy to always ask you if you love him. the affirmation and reassurance is something he definitely needs, but, god, does he love hearing it from you. he will also abruptly stop whatever he's doing to pick you up, whether it's bridal style, over his shoulder, anything. he runs on pure impulse and dumb ideas, so throwing you over his shoulder and then onto the couch to force you to cuddle with him happens quite frequently.

✧ satoru is annoying, but in the best way possible. he loves to rile you up and make you all feisty. he'll never do anything to purposely upset you (and god forbid if he does upset you, this man is on his knees begging for forgiveness) but god, does he love seeing the fire in your eyes. he knows you can't be mad at him for too long, either. he'll always tell you this -- 'you can't be mad at me,' pouting at you, etc. gojo has you all worked down to a science, and in truth, you could never really be mad at him because he's so in tune with your emotions. he prides himself on being the best (and most annoying) boyfriend in the entire world.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ thanks for reading owo my ask box is always open !! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

[starlitheaven]

Yay!! Tysm for the opportunity to play your ask game ^^

May request Satoru + I with the song Easily by Bruno Major ♡

wedding with ex-husband gojo. <3

"come dance with papa!" sora beamed, completely unaware of the weight her innocent words held. "come, mama! i stepped on top of papa's shoes and it was so fun!"

keeping your expression as neutral as possible, as if your sweet daughter didn't suggest you dance alone at a wedding with your ex-husband, your eyes darted towards satoru's for help. you should've known better though.

"don't leave cookie hangin'," your ex-husband smirks, left cheek dimpling. even within your own mind, you're reluctant to admit that he's the most good-looking man in the entire ballroom. the selfish part of you feels pride that this is the father of your daughter. "come dance with papa, yeah? you can get on top of my shoes too if you're nervous."

knowing you'd never win against those two, and now doubting the sincerity in sora's suggestion, you ignore satoru's out-stretched hand and rise from your seat with a strained smile. and satoru, crass as always, takes the rejection in stride. he whistles openly as your full figure reveals to him, clearly appreciating the form-fitting satin gown you've chosen for the wedding.

and sora, scheming little bunny that she is, slyly runs off back to her table with the other kids.

as you watch her huddle close to the friends she's made tonight, you turn back to satoru, hoping to reason with this impossible man. "we don't have to do this, right? she's not even looking anymore."

"oh trust me, she is." satoru responds easily, pulling his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to reveal his playful baby blues. and you're reminded that like him, your little girl sees everything. "now c'mon, mama. it's just a dance, not like we're getting married again."

despite his flirtatious and playful words from earlier, satoru keeps a respectful distance from you; large hand placed over the middle of your back, never once straying lower the way he used to. he doesn't say much else either, instead humming along to the song. it's completely off-beat and oddly endearing, so you relax in his arms. slowly, you find yourself closer and closer to him, until he gently guides you to rest your head over his collarbone; the scent of his favorite aftershave bringing you home.

eventually, the song ends. neither of you let go, not even when the second song is over. or the third. fourth. fifth.

[missingn000]

some silliness from the tpg reread party currently happening on discord!!

it's been a blast so far, thought i'd share some fave moments from what we've read so far. we're at chapter 12 and others will be soon!! tpg discord link is here :)

more silliness below cut!

[numelfanclub]

HI I KNOW I KEEP POSTING i can't stop thinking about yumemi...

ft nanamimi! i still need to make their refsheets i'll do that soon trust me

[satoruhour]

hi!!!! i came across this yt vid and i immediately thought of girldad!gojo. SO SO SO ADORABLE. .｡･ﾟﾟ･(＞_＜)･ﾟﾟ･｡.

IM SIIIICXXKKKKKCCFDHWWWHFHFG WHY WOULD YOU SEND ME THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭 IM IN SHAMBLEESSFJGNGFG

I HATR YOUUUTJREJRJFGH /jjjj

[rush-the-stars]

you know how i say gojo has mommy issues? in my mind, getou has daddy issues. and not the abandonment kind.

[dangerousmiiilkshake]

I agree with my kid, Gojo's high is all legs

Triangle - Gojo Satoru

girldad!gojo x wife.reader

Summary: Satoru's wife and his daughter gossip about him.

Something seems fishy. And no, it's not how fast Satoru's one and only daughter is suddenly five years old, despite all of his efforts to keep her a little baby. No, he's slowly getting over that. It's the way that little rascal and her mama, the love of Satoru's life, keep giggling every time he walks into a room. It's the muffled voices he hears as he turns away from the two of them and the whispered words he cannot quite comprehend. There's only one logical conclusion to draw here: his girls are gossiping about him behind his back.

So Satoru opts for the only reasonable solution to the situation at hand: he climbs the unsteady ladder that leads to the attic, on a quest to find the old baby monitor so that he can place it under the couch, waiting on the other end to catch his girls in the act. He's rummaging through boxes, sneezing every other second from the amount of dust, but he's determined to find the listening device. This cannot go on any longer. He's making a huge mess and a lot of noise as well, he's glad that his little mochi is at kindergarten and you are currently on a mission on the other side of Tokyo. The dust gets increasingly unbearable, Satoru has to turn on his Infinity (something he never does when he's home) so that the small particles cannot reach his nose and the white-haired sorcerer gets more irritated with each passing minute.

"Ha! Found it!" he exclaims with joy as he fishes out the pink walkie-talkie-like device from underneath some baby overalls, ones that bring tears into his eyes as he remembers his baby girl wearing them when she was an infant. However, the other end of the monitor is not in the same box and he huffs out an irritated sigh, continuing to look through the box right next to it. Fortunately, he finds it quickly and climbs down the ladder, and runs to the living room, leaving one end of the baby monitor under the couch, just like he planned. Usually, his baby girls wait for him to get home sitting on the sofa, watching cartoons, and he relies the success of his quest on the consistency of your routine. Suddenly, he senses your cursed energy and hears the excited yells of his little mochi from outside the entrance, so he runs up the stairs, getting into his hiding place in the closet connected to your shared bedroom.

The front door opens and he hears your daughter running in as you warn her to take her shoes off before getting into the living room. She obeys because she's a goodie two shoes and Gojo gets excited to finally hear what his girls have been saying about him.

"Are you hungry, sweetie?" you ask the little girl that resembles her father perfectly with her white hair and mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Yes! Can we eat mochi for dinner?" the little girl exclaims and Satoru smiles to himself, proud that his daughter has developed the same addiction to sugary treats as him.

You lecture her on how mochi doesn't classify as dinner, but you promise she can have some after eating a proper meal, and you mention how probably her father is going to bring home some sweets when he gets back. Satoru smiles again upon hearing that, you know him like the back of your hand.

Making dinner takes way too long, feeding your daughter is even more time-consuming and Gojo is getting more impatient as time passes by. He fights the urge to just abandon his plan and join the two of you, spending time with his two girls is his favorite activity after all. However, as he gets up, stretching his limbs, he finally hears his daughter ask an unusual question.

"Mama? Why did Dada change his wizard clothes?"

"Because he's the Strongest, honey, and sometimes his clothes get torn apart."

"But he looks like a triangle now, no Mama?" you laugh out loud upon hearing her words and Satoru is hurt. Deeply.

"Yes, little one, he does look like a triangle." you agree with the toddler and the giggling continues, offending Gojo even more.

"He also smells." she adds with a familiar chuckle, one that mirrors her father's perfectly. You do not disagree, you keep laughing at your daughter's words, and Satoru bolts up in frustration, he runs down the stairs with unusual force and determination, and he stops in front of you with a deep frown on his face, his hands questioningly on his hips.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOOK LIKE A TRIANGLE? AND I SMELL? WE ALL KNOW MY ESSENCE IS LIKE A FRESH SUMMER GARDEN?! FLOWERY, EARTHY AND MASCULINE!" he exclaims with a large smile on his face, not taking the whole situation seriously, but he pouts at the end of his monologue, urging your beloved daughter to jump into his hands as she doesn't know that her father is doing this on purpose to get limitless attention.

"I'm sorry, Papa, Mama said bad about you and I agreed to get mochi." the toddler says while kissing her father on the cheeks lovingly, a bad habit she learned from said buffoon.

"My kikufuku?! You're saying Mama doesn't love me?" he acts like he's deeply hurt, looking at his favorite girls in adoration. Your daughter just simply nods, not able to look either Satoru or you in the eyes, a clear sign of her being dishonest. If there's one thing neither of the Gojo's standing in front of you were good at, it was being able to sell a lie. They were terrible at it and you didn't mind. You stand up, walking closer to your family, embracing them in a big hug, kissing their foreheads lovingly.

"Mama only loves me!" the toddler exclaims, reaching her little arms towards you, signaling to her father that she wants to be held by you.

"You see, little one, I would have believed you when you said Mama was saying bad things about me and you only agreed to get mochi from me, but I knew you were lying when you said she didn't love me. So I win!" Satoru explains and the toddler hides her face into the crook of your neck from being caught and "deeply hurt".

"Satoru, love, you have to give her mochi now to feel better!" you chime in lovingly and your husband runs out of the living room, into the kitchen to give you the treats he bought on his way home.

"Look at his chicken legs!" you exclaim, pointing in his direction to get your daughter's attention. The toddler in your arms starts laughing loudly and the white mop of Satoru's hair appears from the entrance of the kitchen, a frown evident on his face.

"HEY! I HEARD THAT!"

[lilacgaby]

˗ˏˋ🧸 bows and bottles ౨ৎ

pairing: girldad!megumi x wife!reader

summary: megumi had been shocked by you multiple times this year. finding out you were pregnant? a shocker. with a girl though? even more shocking. good thing he was a natural.

tags: pet names, pregnancy, afab!reader, domestic au, marriage, insecurities, fluff

(a/n: another lovely ask by @lexiene !! i think every jjk character is a girldad personally )

those two lines you showed to him changed the course of his life.

he was nervous sure, but you being there always calmed him down. he examined the rest of the items you'd placed in the gift box one by one, noting the gender-neutral clothing.

"you don't know the gender yet?"

"no silly! i'm only like.. a month. i think i have to be eighteen weeks or something to know."

"oh, okay."

"are you hoping for a gender?" you asked, moving your legs to face him on the couch.

"no, as long as they're healthy." he answered honestly, though the thought of having a girl did make him feel a bit nervous.

"hm, okay."

the weeks working up to the appointment you'd made were nerve wracking for megumi. you'd only been suffering mild symptoms of nausea and fatigue, so he'd been at your hand and feet most days.

the months had passed and your bump had grew. he'd been an angel for you, never letting you complain for more than a couple seconds. he'd wake up in the middle of the night and cook for you if you needed, he just wanted you and his kid to be safe.

as he drove to the appointment, reality set into him. you were having his baby, and they were going to find out the gender right now.

but an idea struck you in the car. "hey, how about we have them keep it a secret? we can have a fun little gender reveal party."

he physically slumped at the idea, relaxing a bit. "yeah, sounds good. but a small party, gojo is way too much of a lightweight for a huge one like last time."

you laughed at the memory, looking out the window as you held megumi's hand close to your thigh.

the visit at the doctor's was quick, they put the results of the ultrasound into an envelope for you two, and let you take home dozens of copies of the scans.

you went home content, smiling brightly as you looked over the pictures.

"they have your nose." you said out of the blue.

"you can't even tell that, it's a scan."

"yes i can."

"whatever you say."

the next week you had a small get together with some of your friends and megumi's. you wore a plain white dress since you didn't mind if it was a boy or a girl, and megumi wore a white button-up.

gojo wore a pink shirt, and argued with yuuji who was wearing a blue shirt.

nobara was carrying bags and bags of baby supplies, but was also wearing a pink shirt.

nanami was there holding a small gift box, he wore a white button-up with a pink tie.

they, along with some of your family, all held up confetti poppers. at the count of three they blew them up, pink confetti flying everywhere.

as gojo and nobara high fived each other, cheering at how they were right, you and megumi hugged eachother.

you now were able to go crazy, making everything really cute and pink for your little daughter. bows and bunnies scattered her nursery, pink flowers painted all over the walls.

cute rugs and rocking chairs, even her crib got a princess canopy.

nobara had gotten you the cutest little dresses and shoes, in the tiny box nanami had gotten for your baby girl it was little earrings. pure gold with a gemstone of her assumed birthmonth.

the months passed by really quickly, megumi kept his missions to a minimum so he could stay clung to your side.

he was a saint like always, holding your bump up for you to give you a few moments of relief, massaging parts of your body, he'd always be there for you.

but your little girl was stubborn and refused to come out. when he thought you were sleeping he'd speak to her, ask her nicely to come out tomorrow, speak about how excited he was to see her.

after a couple nights of that and morning walks? your water broke. he grabbed the overnight bag and made it to the driveway, only to realize..

he forgot you. oops.

picking up an annoyed you, he made it to the car and drove as fast as he could safely.

you delivered your baby safely, megumi thinking his wrist was going to snap from how hard you had it in your grip. he rolled his eyes though, because you were right.

she did have his nose. and his hair color, and his eyes. but she had your skin color, your lips, your eyebrows.

she was adorable.

she slept the whole day, not waking up unless she was woke up by you or him. she was an angel. barely ever crying.

he was relieved to find that she had your demeanor, your expressiveness that was more than just a straight demeanor most of the time.

he was the happiest when he looked into her and saw you, features of you that worked so harmoniously with his.

she was perfect.

she definitely had a favorite. spoiler alert: it wasn't you.

she always giggled when megumi was around, her first word was papa, much to your dismay. she clung to him all day, he was a natural at everything after all.

whenever he'd go on missions she'd cry, him having to call you just so she could fall asleep.

when she became a toddler? she'd run to the door to greet him everytime he'd come back. staying up past her bedtime just to see him.

but always passing out in his arms, wanting to stay by his side as she slept.

he'd do her hair once it was long enough. she begged and begged for him to learn how to braid, and after much consultation he learned.

he was there with her when she got her ears pierced, holding her hand as the needle went through her ear. it didn't hurt, but the numbing sensation felt weird. she wore the golden earrings she was gifted 5 years ago with pride, almost convincing megumi to get his ears pierced too.

almost.

she had him wrapped around her finger, doing anything she wanted whenever. if she wanted a toy she had it the next day. she wanted to go somewhere? let's start planning a family trip.

he taught her how to read patiently, grabbing any number of baby books to help her piece together the words, clapping together when she read a page successfully.

they shared a sweet tooth, so most of time he'd 'sneak' her snacks. candy, lollipops, chocolate, cupcakes, they'd share them together and laugh because they thought you didn't notice.

they were like two peas in a pod, they acted exactly the same sometimes. shed repeat his sentences, the way he walked, and even his facial expressions.

she clung to you just as much though, don't get it confused. she loved your attention on her as much as he did, scrunching her face when you two kissed in front of her. her using her body to push you away and 'reprimand' megumi.

he loved his girls so much, he didn't think life could get any better than being sandwiched in between the two of you while you watched random movies in the living room.

but it magically did, when for his birthday he was gifted baby socks. "are you joking?" he said, hugging you both tightly.

"those are too small for him!"

"they aren't for him sweetheart."

with another baby girl on the way, and his two treasured ladies right beside him, he definitely thinks he was born for this.

to stand by all of your sides, forever.

[stsgooo]

Subconscious Reassurance.

✩࿐ summary: even the strongest has dreams he longs to be reality.

warning(s): slight 236 spoilers, shibuya incident spoilers, mentioned death, poor coping mechanisms, lovesick!gojo, girldad!gojo, as usual not proofread (it’s 2 am give me a break). wc; 3.6k

pairing(s): gojo satoru x reader

a/n: keep seeing tiktoks about the lamp story and this came to me. it’s a shortie but i just wanted to get this out. also do we prefer the colorless manga panels or the ones like the above one? i was messing with filters on picsart so lmk :)

divider 1 | previous work | ao3

SATORU ARRIVED HOME EXACTLY 7 PM.

He knew it was true because that’s the time he always arrived. There was no need to glance at the clock or question anyone around him. He knew it was 7PM.

The sun was peeking through the curtains and basking your shared home in a golden hue. Warmth enveloped his very being as he closed the front door behind him. There wasn’t a surface that wasn’t being touched by the sun, that wasn’t feeling the same feelings he did.

The sky outside was illuminated in a mixture of purples, reds, oranges, and pinks. A palate that could be implemented into his very soul and he’d smile in return.

“Daddy!”

The call was familiar and came exactly one minute after Satoru walked through the door.

Again, he didn’t need to glance, he just knew.

A smile blossomed on his lips and he crouched down to catch the little girl that jumped into his arms with a loud squeal. Her nose pressed into her cheek as she happily rambled about how much she missed him. A norm and a routine that he greeted happily with his own reassurances that he missed her infinitely more.

"Daddy," she whined, her tiny chubby fingers reaching up for his blindfold. "Can't see your eyes, daddy."

This happened every night after he arrived home. She would always frown and trace her nails over where his eyes would definitely be. Most of the time it was uncomfortable and, frankly, a little scary, but he always welcomed it with an overly dramatic gasp.

"Oh, sorry, daddy forgot!" He hooked his finger under the fabric and pulled it down to rest against his neck. Her eyes (which were his) met his and brightened considerably. "Is that better, Rie?"

Rie nodded enthusiastically. "Yes!"

Despite the aching behind his right eye, Satoru kept the blindfold off for Rie’s sake. She had always expressed her upmost displeasure for the item since she was a baby. Crying and crying until he finally pulled it off. It’d been a rough first few years trying to get used to pulling the thing off whenever he got home. But he’d grown accustomed to it.

“What’s mama up to?” Satoru asked softly, tracing his finger briefly over the bridge of Rie’s nose as she giggled.

The little girl swayed slightly in his arms. “Mama’s been working in the eating room—“ dining room, Satoru softly corrected with a smile, “—she put on on Yuki for me to watch while she worked.”

“Yuki, huh? Lucky you!” He playfully pinched her cheek which resulted in her swatting his hand with a resounding “daddy!” in protest. Satoru adjusted her on his hip and raised an eyebrow. “Should we go bother mommy?”

Like usual, Rie enthusiastically nodded in response.

Poor you.

True to his routine, he made his way from the front door towards the dining room, loudly. He left no room for you to not hear him coming him and gave you ample opportunity to prepare for his and Rie’s interruption on your precious work (he swore you were almost as bad as Nanam— …. as… as…).

The smile on his lips didn’t falter as his mind trailed away from the forgotten name. What was forgotten obviously wasn’t entirely important. He enthusiastically turned the corner, arm thrown out as Rie squealed happily as his rather jerky movements.

You were as you always were. Responsible. In your usual space occupying your rightful position.

Despite the loud (dramatic) entrance he made, you did not react in anyway. Your eyes were glued to your screen as you furiously typed away a response to whoever got on your bad side today. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight. In fact, this should’ve been around the time Gakuganji of Ya— someone of higher standing emailed you something that didn’t sit right with you. Even the appearance of your amazing and rambunctious husband didn’t seem to deter you from your mission.

Satoru pouted, huffing as he peacefully placed Rie down (the girl now more interested in the TV returning to her show), and crept closer to you. Still, you did not look away.

He leaned over, his chin hooked over his shoulder as he peeked over the words you were putting out into the world. Oddly, he couldn’t read any of the screen. He tried squinting your eyes and blinking a few times— nothing. It was more reminiscent of gibberish than any Japanese he knew. None of it seemed to stay in one place and it all smashed together to create a blob.

You knew how to read and write, he knew that much. Was it something with his eyes? He doubted it. But something wasn’t—

The laptop clicked close.

“You’ve never been one to take a hint, Satoru,” you turned your head to place a soft kiss against his temple in greeting. He could feel your tiny smile against his skin. The warmth of your lips. The coolness of your silvia left behind. His chest ached. He missed— missed? “Although, I knew that before I married you.”

He pushed away the mud in his mind and turned his head, placing a peck against your lips. Strawberries. You always had remnants of strawberries on your lips. Rie’s favorite fruit.

“I think it’s one of my many charming qualities.” He hummed.

You rolled your eyes, but placed a chaste kiss against his lips once again. “Charming is pushing it.” You patted his cheek. “It’s definitely an interesting characteristic.”

Satoru pouted. “You make it sound so unappealing.”

“Well, if the shoe fits…”

He snorted in response, standing to his full height and peeking at you from over his nose. “You know, you’re not innocent either. Thought you said the TV would rot her brain, now you’re putting it on to keep her distracted?” He spared a glance to where Rie was hanging off the couch, upside down, her eyes glued to the television.

You shot him an incredulous look. “Because she’s your daughter and has the self restraint of a puppy. I needed a hour to get some things done.” You pat the top of your laptop. “Sue me.”

Satoru smirked. “I just might for emotional damages.” He gestured towards the laptop with a vague hand. “What exactly had you typing up a storm?”

There was a brief wave of giddiness in his chest when he saw the look in your eyes darken. Passion. Anger. Protectiveness. There were so many things he loved about you. Adored you for. Made him sick to his stomach whenever he thought about it.

“Well, I got an email from —— about some work in Shibuya, but I told him I already checked it out and suffered for it. Well, guess what he said? ——— and ———— suffered too so I can’t complain much. Set me off a bit, had to give him a piece of my mind and remind him what happened.”

Satoru wasn’t sure if he was having a stroke or he was just too awestruck by your beauty; but he swore that your voice simply stopped whenever you spoke names. As if your voice box couldn’t get it out. But you carried on like it was nothing. Your lips had even formed around the words that so desperately wanted to be out there, but were never uttered. You didn’t look panicked or disturbed. If anything, you looked normal. Just sipping from your capri sun that was definitely forced on you by Rie.

It was like he was the only one not hearing it.

It vaguely concerned him, but he was also Gojo Satoru. Sometimes weird things happened that had no explanation.

“But,” you continued once you swallowed down the fruit punch liquid with a twisted face. “I suppose I can’t really blame anyone for what happened. It was Halloween, we were all caught off guard. Some of us suffered for it more than others.”

Satoru, for the life of him, couldn’t recall what happened on Halloween. But he should. He had that overwhelming feeling that he really, really should.

Either way, he gave a nonchalant shrug, “Eh, my motto is that it’s always easier to forgive and forget.” He snatched the remainder of your capri sun and gave a loud slurp.

You grin, resting your chin on your cupped fingers. “I suppose so.” You eyed him warmly, then nodded to the chair next to you. Always warm. Always welcoming. “Now, what did you get up to today?”

Satoru groaned, flopping onto the seat with a creak. He placed the capri sun down to place his hands against his face. “Two specials grades in Iwate, one grade one in Kagawa, then three nasty things leeching off on the playground on the way home.” He knew he should feel exhausted. He usually did. But that day, this day, he did not. If anything, he felt well rested.

Odd.

You hum softly. “They’re overworking you, Satoru,” your tone is barely there. Your words could be missed if the house had any movement or loud noises. But it was just you and him. The soft background noises of your daughter. Always you and him. “They should recognize that you’re just a man. One day it’ll be too much. One day you’ll snap in half.”

Satoru frowned, finding the sudden shift in tone a little unsettling. “I’m the strongest, no need to worry.” He waved a passive hand in the air between you.

“I’ll always worry. It’s been my job to worry.” Your eyes moved towards Rie almost melancholic. “She’ll worry too, you know. She does worry. More than she should at 10.”

Satoru frowned deeper. “Eh…?” He blinked slowly, eyes sliding to Rie with confusion. 10? Was he crazy? Blind? Since when was the little girl sitting on the couch 10? Last he checked, she was six. It was 2012. Were you losing it on him? Was this your subtle way of telling him you’re spiraling again? “Baby, she is not—“

“I know you worry too. Think you’ve been worried about losing since the moment you got home.”

Losing? He’s never lost. Well, except those few times. But they didn’t count. Those were intentional loses.

Satoru was beginning to feel as though you both were having two different conversations. “Y/N, I’m not following.” He stated softly, eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you have to do tomorrow, Satoru?” You breezed through as if you knew where that was going. A pensive expression on your face now.

Again, he frowned, narrowing his eyes. “Tomorrow? I…Well, I’m going to Shinjuku to… to…” To…what…? What was it he had to do? He could feel it deep in his chest. That ache. That unfamiliar emptiness that made him rub over his heart softly. There was something he was missing.

“Tomorrow’s going to be romantic,” You said wistfully, eyes distant as you sighed. “Well, it’s supposed to be.”

December 24th.

December 24th. So I don’t have to remember two different dates.

How romantic.

Satoru felt his gut churn. He wasn’t sure why. He couldn’t explain it but everything felt so tight now.

“I’m not.. I don’t…?”

Why couldn’t he get words out. Why did he stare at you like that? Unmoving, unblinking? Why did his eyes collect with tears.

Why did you look so sad?

You reached out, taking his hand. It’s cold. It feels cold. Not like the usual warmth that envelopes him whenever you held him. Whenever you reached out from him.

You’re cold.

You take his hand. “Satoru, what’s happening tomorrow?”

Seriously, what is with you?

Satoru clenched his jaw. “What are you doing?” He wasn’t sure why but he felt so unnerved. He felt like he’s been disillusioned. As if his world was crumbling. But he didn’t get it. He didn’t understand.

You’re cold.

You looked briefly disappointed in his response. “You’re not well. You’re trying to appear to be, but you’re not. She worries. She’s so worried. And you know it.” Your hand reached out and cupped his cheek. Your cold thumb gently stroked against his bone, against the tears that were flowing— why was he crying?

“I’m fine. Just a little tired.” He didn’t feel tired. “I just need a nap.” He didn’t feel tired.

“Oh, Satoru, I’m so sorry,” you uttered it, barely audible. But it was enough to conjure up an earth shattering sob from his chest. A heartbroken tremble under your touch. “I’m so sorry for leaving you.”

“You’re right here?” Confusion was clear in his tone and his expression as he stared back at you.

You just smiled sadly in response.

He shook his head. “You’re right here.” He prided a finger against your chest. Firm. But cold.

You tilted your head and blinked slowly at him.

Satoru wasn’t sure why, but he took in as deep breath. Like he couldn’t quite catch it in the first place.

“You didn’t— You’re right here!” He desperately clutched onto your hand, pressing your skin against his own. “You’re right here. This-This is real. This-This is you. Please. Please, this is you.”

You only stared sadly in response.

Satoru wasn’t sure what was happening. Why he was so panicked or why he felt so terribly sad— but he knew it was making him quiver and sob. Why? Why? Why did this all have to happen to you? Of all people had you been the one to suffer?

What suffering?

“I…” He felt breathless. Feather light. He felt like he had no control of his lips or his tongue. “Tomorrow I fight… Sukuna…?”

Sukuna? Since when? When did—

“Since before Shibuya. Since before Itadori Yuji.” You answered his thoughts.

Itadori Yuji. Satoru thought that name sounded familiar. A blank face appeared in his mind, the back of a pink hair head facing him. Itadori Yuji.

He felt like he was living someone else’s life. As if he were placed in some point in space where nothing bad could touch it.

But these feelings, these tears, this ache in his chest wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t safe from the darkness of the world.

“Nanami… Yaga… Nobara…” You uttered the names that made his ears ring. That made his muscles tense and his heart sputter to a catastrophic halt. “But still you dream of Suguru…. of me…. of the lives you desperately want to hold on to.”

Suguru… you…

Satoru’s lips quivered.

Suguru… you….

“Why?” You asked the million dollar question.

Breathless whispers against sweat slick skin. Endless touches of tense muscle. Hair hanging and tickling. Eyes sure and hardened with undoubted honesty.

Why? Satoru thought that question was dumb. Why would the earth dream to reach out for the moon and the sun?

He stared at you, big blue eyes glittering with shimmering tears. “I’m the strongest… I should’ve saved the ones I loved… I should’ve… I’m the strongest.”

To be whole. To be loved. To love.

You sigh softly. Sadly. “Satoru, you can’t save everyone.”

“But I could.”

“Obviously not.”

The words were final. Absolute. No doubt. And he supposed, a deep part of him knew, you were right.

But that other part of himself. The one that hated himself for what happened, for whatever happened, convinced him otherwise.

“You don’t—“

“Get it?” You raised an eyebrow at his blink. “I’m your subconscious. I’m your deepest, most personal thoughts. I get it.”

Satoru stared in return. “…huh?”

You pressed your lips together. “Satoru, you’re the strongest. But you don’t always have to be.” You whispered if. A nefarious secret between the both of you that couldn’t be touched. That couldn’t be shared outside of this setting. You scoot closer in your chair. You’re slotted between his legs. “There’ll come a time where you need to step back. To rest. And let those you’ve guided this far to do their jobs.”

Resting. Stepping back.

No one had ever spoken those words to him before. It was never a guarantee nor was it ever a possibility. He feared, even now, he couldn’t even dream about something like that.

Are you the strongest because you’re Gojo Satoru? Or are you Gojo Satoru because you’re the strongest?

Years later, Satoru didn’t know what to make of his words. But Suguru had always known him better, he supposed.

Distracted, he didn’t realize you had started to card your fingers through his hair, bringing his head against your shoulder. It was a blissful moment when he came to his senses. When he felt your fingers ghost his scalp. When he felt your lips brush against his temple.

“You should take a nap, you look tired.”

The moment the words left your lips, his eyes felt heavy and he felt exhausted. He hadn’t felt tired before. He would love to sleep. But…

“What about you?” He whispered, eyes unmoving from your face. He studied the bow of your lips. The softness and warmth of your eyes. The faint blush across your cheeks. The little wrinkles on your forehead. “If I close my eyes, you’ll be gone.”

“No,” you shook your head and placed your free hand against his rapidly beating heart. “I’ll be here.”

How cliche. He wanted to say. But he would take it. He’d take and savor any moment with you.

He took in a shuddering breath. “I love you.”

“I love you.” No hesitation. No doubt. How could this be a dream? Something of his own mind? He nuzzled into your neck with a small sigh. “Take care of her.”

Take care of her.

Take care of her.

Satoru woke with a soft gasp.

He was not happy or surprised to find the ceiling of his dark room instead of the dining room.

The clock next to his bed illuminated 2AM in angry red outline. He’d been asleep for approximately 4 hours. And dreamt of you. Again.

His jaw clenched as he tried to push down the tears that threatened to spill over. You, angelic, in your rightful place typing away. That’s what you should be doing.

Instead, you were one of the first to die in Shibuya.

It’d been you, then Nanami, then Nobara, then whoever else.

She got caught up with Noritoshi in the tunnels, that Death Womb Painting kid tried to explain to Satoru when everyone else had been too distraught and nervous to reveal it themselves. She didn’t suffer.

It didn’t bring him comfort. Satoru was pretty sure it was a lie, but it still brought him no comfort.

It gave him all the more reason to make Kenjaku suffer.

December 24th.

Today was the day.

Almost two months since your death. Christmas Eve.

Satoru was pretty sure he was about to do the same. Embrace death for the sake of others.

He could look around, tell all of them that he’d win, but there was that growing inkling that this was mounting up against him. That Sukuna— Megumi— knew exactly what to do to get one up on him. He feared the unknown. The possibility this was it.

What would you say?

“Dad?”

Satoru’s eyes dragged from the ceiling and to the spot next to him.

Now 10, Rie was older and less rambunctious. But he blamed that partly on your death and his sudden sealing.

She had clung to him since he returned. Tears streaming down her face as she hugged him, begged him to never go again— she thought she’d lost him just like mama. (It’d been six years since he heard her call you mama.) And she slept in his bed. Said she couldn’t sleep otherwise. She’d curl up against him and he’d run his hands through her hair as he hummed a long forgotten lullaby to guide her to sleep.

Shoko said she needed this. Him.

Satoru knew she needed you.

“Rie, did I wake you?” He asked sympathetically.

“No,” surprisingly, it sounded like the truth. “I’ve been up.”

He frowned, “Why?”

There was a prolonged pause between them. A thick layer of hesitation passed and Satoru tensed up. What could she possibly be up for?

When he heard the small sniffle, his heart ached.

He sat up and drew her into his arms, holding her close as he pressed kisses against her head. “Hey, hey, why are you crying?”

“I don’t want you to die!” Rie sobbed immediately. “I don’t want you to fight stupid Sukuna! I just want you to stay here with me— I can’t lose you too!”

I can’t lose you too.

Satoru pressed his lips together as tears sprung to his eyes. “Rie, I’m not going to die.” Such sure words for a man who was worried over his own mortality only moments ago. Who had to be reassured by his subconscious image of his dead wife that it’s okay to lose.

Rie shook her head frantically. “No! I heard Kusakabe say you will!” She sobbed, clutching onto his night shirt with a vice like hold.

Satoru silently cursed the man as he rubbed Rie’s back. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? What does Kusakabe know anyway, the schmuck?” His poor attempt at joking fell flat, Rie only continued to cry. With a heavy sigh, Satoru pulled back, holding her face in his hands. “What do I always say, hm? I’m the strongest. I’ll get one up on him.”

Rie stared up at him and Satoru was painfully aware of how young she was. “You promise?” She uttered.

Satoru hesitated.

If he were to promise and it didn’t actually work out, who was he? Would she resent him for the rest of her life? Would she try to forget him and spit on his memory? He’d been promised many things in life by people he looked up to and every single one had been broken. Resentment festered. Trust was broken.

What kind of father was he if he—

Take care of her. She worries.

Satoru tucked some of her hair— your hair— behind her ear. “I promise.” He whispered, pressing a tender kiss against her forehead. “I promise.”

Rie clutched onto him once again. “I love you.”

No hesitation.

“I love you too.”

The worries of Sukuna and Kenjaku could wait until morning. Satoru had to focus on her now.

Take care of her.

[tsukiran]

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ran2023. updated 11/6/24

[asuyaka]

i keep like, struggling to click the 'ask' button, BUT—i love the taking care of geto little one shot. so what about helping him with nanako and mimiko? like he just shows up at r!'s house late as hell with two little girls with him, bc he has zero clue as to how to take care of them. m!reader is pref but idc. i love ur writing btw (＾▽＾)

★ - yesyesyesyes!! 'm soo inlove with the helpin' Suguru agenda !! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

☆ - Girldad! Geto Suguru x Male Reader

♡ - off topic, but 'm love your writin' s'much!! really 'm inspiration t'keep writin stuff like this (≧◡≦) ♡

You were borderline asleep in your room after staying on the phone with Gojo for a few hours until he fell asleep.

It wasn't always like this, he could usually fall asleep on his own but that was when Geto was there with him. Now that's he's become a curse user and has turned his back on the Jujutsu world, everything has basically fallen apart.

Your sleepy eyes glance at the time, the saturated red of '12:42 AM' oozing into your pupils.

You try not to think about Geto so you can get some sleep for the first time in a few weeks. You two were... you're not really sure what your label is.

You two have talked, kissed, cuddled, and gone on dates, but Geto never actually put a label on your relationship and now he probably never will.

A sigh leaves your lips as you cuddle your pillow. Thinking of those big arms that used to wrap around you to keep you safe, or that warm chest that you couldn't help but use as pillows.

Needless to say, you missed him.

You weren't sure how long you stayed there almost on the verge of tears before there was a knock at your front door.

Yeah, you weren't going to open that because— A, you've seen enough horror flicks to know that there's a 99.9% chance that it's a serial killer behind the door, and B, it's 12 AM. You aren't stupid enough to open the door this late.

The knocking persisted. Getting heavier every second you didn't open it, and deciding you didn't want a noise complaint and realizing you were a sorcerer, you begrudgingly got up to open it.

You, surprisingly, were right. It was a serial killer.

Of all the people you thought it could be, you didn't think it would be Geto fucking Suguru outside your door.

"Geto? What are you—" You stopped yourself when you finally saw the two girls behind him.

His expression was something like fear and desperation as they clung onto his clothes, looking at you with weary eyes. "Please, [Name], I need help."

That took you for a spin. After the Star Plasma Vessel, you had to pry it out of him that he needed someone to take care of him, someone to help him, and now he's coming to you with two unknown children willingly asking for it?

Without a word you open your door wider, letting the three of them file in and take a seat on your couch.

You close the door, wiping the tiredness from your face and taking a deep sigh. Yeah, this was going to be a long night.

"What is it, Geto?" You ask, taking a seat on the opposing couch and staring at him. You hope your tone doesn't come up as too mean, you were just really— really tired.

The two girls never left his side. They have masks on, one of the girls with light brown hair, a white hoodie, and a black skirt was pressed on his left while the other with black hair, a black hoodie, and white skirt was pressed against his left, holding a small doll in her hands as well

"They're sick. I've tried everything, medicine, letting them rest, dilating their food but nothing's working." Geto's voice sounds helpless and it honestly scares you because this is the same Geto who went against the Sorcerer Killer.

The same Geto who killed a village, scared over the fact his two... daughters(?) were sick.

The thought brings a smile to your face as you squat in front of him, a soft expression on your face.

"What're your names, hm?"

The girls squeeze him tighter but you don't take offense to it. They're staring at a random man they've never seen before so they're obviously cautious.

"It's okay, he's my— my boyfriend, he's not going to hurt you." You notice the small pause in his voice but you won't speak on it. Not now at least.

The girls look at each other before looking at you. "Nanako." The blonde one says, her small finger pointing at the black-haired girl. "Mimiko. My sister."

You can see the adoring smile on Geto's face and you can't help the smile that tugs on your face. "Mind telling me how you guys feel? Any fevers?"

"My throat hurts and my nose is stuffy. My body feels hot sometimes too." Nanako says, interrupting herself with a cough. Geto shushes her softly, rubbing her back so she can get over her coughing fit with the comfort that her dad was beside her.

You get up, using the back of your hand to feel their foreheads. "Yeah, sounds like hay fever. You mind getting something to drink? Make sure it's hot, but not too hot to burn them."

Geto looks surprised. Maybe he didn't think you'd help him after the whole village incident— he's legally classified as a serial killer, and he's heard from word of mouth that he's a kill-on-sight curse user— but he gets up anyway. Nanako and Mimiko following behind like a pair of ducklings.

Rummaging through your medicine cabinet, you try and find fever and congestion medicine for kids. You have some, surprisingly, it's fresh and isn't expired somehow.

You don't even remember buying it— you don't require it as you didn't follow the 'strongest duo' pipeline of adopting children after the duo split up.

Walking back into the living room, you walk in on Geto blowing the steam off their cups, the recognizable scent of hot chocolate permeating the room.

"You didn't tell us you had a boyfriend, Geto-sama!" Nanako whisper yells, slightly wincing when she drinks her drink too early.

"He's pretty..." Mimiko's voice is so soft, it sends a pang of endearment through your heart. Is this what baby fever feels like?

You wait to hear what Geto says. It isn't eavesdropping if it's in your home, right?

"Yeah, sorry for not telling you it's just... complicated between us." Geto breathes out, kissing their heads as they continue to sip on their coacoa.

Complicated is one word for it, but you keep your thoughts to yourself. Announcing your arrival with an unnecessarily loud shutting of the cabinet.

"So how are you two doing? Feelin' any better?" You ask, placing the medicine on the table in front of them.

Nanako nods excitedly and Mimiko keeps it down. While waiting for them to finish, you decide to put on a movie. The Nightmare Before Christmas, a classic you, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko watched on Halloween when you were first-years.

You catch Geto's nervous glances at you but decide not to speak on it, again. It was adult business, and his kids were around.

The girls take their medicine, it's bitter, but you're sure it'll work. They persuade their dad to letting them sleep over after realizing you have a pillow fort in your room.

You don't really know why you never take it down. Maybe it's because you're too lazy, or you like being reminded of the first place you and Geto had your first kiss, but that's a whole can of emotions you're afraid of opening.

They fall asleep holding each other's pinky. Several of your stuffed animals surround them as their bodies move at the same time rhythmically. Maybe it was twin telepathy, who knows.

Now that it was only you and Geto alone, it was... awkward to say the least.

"I'm sorry for dropping in on you like that," Geto says too afraid to look you in the eye.

"Why didn't you take them to the hospital if you didn't know what was happening?" It's a genuine question, you're sure the doctors would've noticed it was a hay fever quicker than you did.

"I'm not letting those monkeys anywhere near my daughter."

Ah, you forgot he hates non-sorcerers.

You let out a breathy laugh, flopping on the cushion next to him. "I'm your boyfriend now, hm?"

Geto blushes at that. "We never technically broke up, so..."

You smile. Even after his mild— they're not mild, they're very serious— crimes, he's still the same Geto Suguru.

The same Geto Suguru you fell in love with.

"I missed you, you know?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, it's vulnerable.

"I missed you too." His hand is on your cheek and he presses a small kiss on your lips.

You've missed this, you've missed him. His hands, that boyish smile on his face the rare times you manage to get him flustered, his smooth saccharine like voice, everything about him.

As he holds his body against yours, hands intertwined and cursed energy mixing together, you realize you never want to let him go, you don't want this to end.

You want him to stay with you until the end of time.