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Another Level Masterlist
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Status: Complete
“You’re a Zenin.”
More like an unwanted mistake. Which, funny enough, had actually been the first words she ever heard her father say to her.
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Kurisaki Rinko was born an unwanted bastard child to the Zenin clan, having since grown into an unwanted bastard adult. Her stubborn refusal to be discarded resulted in a display of strength that many would call (they had, many times to her face, in fact) an unhinged lack of self-preservation. But lucky for her, that unhinged display caught the attention of a particular blue-eyed menace who happens to be more fun to rile up than anyone she’s ever met.
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More links below the cut 💕
Installments
Author Discussions
Rinko Kurisaki Profile
Another Level Playlist
Song Commentaries
Kiko's Miso Butter Cookie Recipes
Fun Extras
What is Rinko in Gojo’s phone?
Phone contact update: Yuuta in Rinko’s phone
What would Yuzuki have thought of Gojo?
Rinko and Toge's Route in Shibuya (Map)
Yuuta asking Gojo if he's marrying Rinko
Kurisaki Rinko: What is Gojo Satoru to You?
If Rinko were in the Specialz OP
The big header change
Rinko's Engagement Ring
Another header change 👀
Kiko made the Caramel Miso Butter Cookies
What is Kurisaki Rinko to you?
Extras and Blurbs
I Like the Shirt (Rinko is a horny girl for Gojo. The Sukuna fight wasn't the first time she saw him in a tight black t-shirt)
Menace (Gojo's POV of the 2006 Goodwill Event)
Ruined Evening (Rinko called Gojo while he was in a compromising situation)
I’ll Take Care of Her (Gojo visited Yuzuki’a grave once without Rinko)
Memorable Firsts (Gojo and Rinko go on a Ferris wheel)
Random Question (set the day after Let’s Get Lost)
Overboard (Valentine's Day blurb)
(Not) Family (Megumi lashes out after Tsumiki falls into a coma)
Tumblr Exclusives
Above Or Below? (Jinichi gets his shit rocked)
*old version* I Want Forever (kiko posted in anger after 236 dropped, part of the happy ending)
Okaeri (scrapped post-Prison Realm reunion scene)
Shattered Existence Deleted Scene
Five Years Later (Halloween 2023)
Let's Chat (Meeting Toji)
Installment Previews
Q&As
What's Rinko's Style?
What's Rinko's body type?
Rinko as an OC, Trauma, Rinko/Gojo dynamic
What did Megumi think of Rinko and Gojo's relationship early on?
Does Rinko ever call Gojo pet names?
Did Gojo ever sleep with other sorcerers?
When did Gojo stop sleeping with other women?
What did Megumi think of Rinko and Gojo's relationship right before Shibuya?
Would Rinko ever 'punish' Gojo?
What does Gojo feel when he wakes up next to Rinko?
How was Rinko okay with FWB for so long?
sweet messages for Kiko's rainy days
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Kiko’s Masterlist
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Another Level Masterlist
Status: Complete
“You’re a Zenin.”
More like an unwanted mistake. Which, funny enough, had actually been the first words she ever heard her father say to her. - Kurisaki Rinko was born an unwanted bastard child to the Zenin clan, having since grown into an unwanted bastard adult. Her stubborn refusal to be discarded resulted in a display of strength that many would call (they had, many times to her face, in fact) an unhinged lack of self-preservation. But lucky for her, that unhinged display caught the attention of a particular blue-eyed menace who happens to be more fun to rile up than anyone she’s ever met.
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Physical Paradox Masterlist
Status: In Progress
How they went from: “I’m kinda impressed,” Gojo stated, sliding his sunglasses onto his face. “Didn’t expect a psych major to know this much about philosophical theory.” Rinko blinked at him slowly, raising her eyebrows as she scoffed. “I’m sorry, mister unresolved childhood trauma,” she said, stepping closer and poking a finger in his chest. “But I don’t really give a fuck if you’re impressed.”
To: “Your professor is leading the world of cognitive and behavioral research,” Gojo told Rinko's students, chest swelling with pride. “And she’s really pretty-” “Oh, she’s fucking gorgeous!” he agreed. “She has it all. Smart, funny, beautiful. She’s honestly perfect. It’s incredible she-” “Married you?” Touma interjected. “I know. I thought the same thing when I first met you.”
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Gokudō Masterlist
Status: On Hold (I will finish this eventually, though)
Gokudō (極道): the extreme path. A term used to refer to members of a Yakuza syndicate.
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“Now, why is a pretty girl like you in an ugly place like this?” “Some might say the contrast is tragically poetic,” she replied easily. “Yeah, well,” he drawled, a smirk pulling at his lips as he stepped up to stand beside her. “Others would say it’s tragically idiotic. What’s your name, pretty girl?” “Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” she asked, her pulse jumping at his quiet chuckle. “You already know who I am.”
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She never asked to be part of this world. A world filled with greed and violence and revenge. She never asked to be part of the world where life was as meaningless as dust. The world stained red by the blood that pooled beneath her mother’s body after she was forced to watch her die. She never asked to be part of the world driven by hatred and bloodlust, but she never asked to leave, either.
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One-Shots
Before I Love You - (angsty Gojo/Rinko AU, hopeful ending) - Part 2: Broken Lens | Author's Discussion
Fight Me? - (Nurse!Gojo shoots his shot with a grumpy patient)
Blurbs
For Your Health - (College!Gojo just wants to help his girlfriend stay healthy)
Untitled Unfinished Angst (very angsty Goinko bc Kiko is not ok)
Previews
Untitled (a self-indulgent Goinko AU about healthy relationships) - Preview 2
Bittersweet Memories (an angsty au inspired by The Vow)
Random Asks and Kiko's Rants
Ask: Advice for AO3 writers and when you're in a creativity rut
Ask: How Do I plan the plot for stories?
Rant: The issue with meaningless angst
Kiko's Original Work
Sample: Summary and blurbs
Sample: Blurbs 2
Meet some characters
Another Life - Short Story
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Another Level: Installment Masterlist
Series Summary:
“You’re a Zenin.” More like an unwanted mistake. Which, funny enough, had actually been the first words she ever heard her father say to her. - Kurisaki Rinko was born an unwanted bastard child to the Zenin clan, having since grown into an unwanted bastard adult. Her stubborn refusal to be discarded resulted in a display of strength that many would call (they had, many times to her face, in fact) an unhinged lack of self-preservation. But lucky for her, that unhinged display caught the attention of a particular blue-eyed menace who happens to be more fun to rile up than anyone she’s ever met. - A collection of snapshots into Rinko’s life getting under Gojo’s skin and both of them enjoying every moment of it. - Gojo can be surprisingly soft sometimes* - They both really need a hug, so why don’t they just hug each other *Originally posted on AO3 💕
Main Another Level Masterlist
Links below the cut 💕
1) Make a God Bleed
2) Teasing and Techniques - Part 1 | Part 2
3) Let Me Know You
4) Semi-Grade
5) Seeing Double
6) I Say "Sayonara"
7) Fight Like You Mean It - Part 1 | Part 2
8) New Memories
9) Hollow Echoes - Part 1 | Part 2 | (Author Discussion)
10) Strength in Numbers
11) Let's Get Lost
12) Double-Edged Words
13) Winter Lullaby
14) Innate Issues - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
15) Interrupted Evening
16) No Goodwill Here
17) Show Your Hand - Part 1 | Part 2 | (Author Discussion)
18) Oversight
19) Deadly Promise
20) Silence Louder than Words | (Author Discussion)
21) One the Eve of Death
22) No Matter How Sad the Ending
23) Let's Call It 'Hope'
24) In the Absurd Silence
25) Dangerous Allies - Part 1 | Part 2
26) The Weight of Failure
27) More than Anyone
28) Fragmented Hope
29) Echoes in the Void
30) Sometimes Good Things Fall Apart
31) (Please) Prove Me Wrong - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | (Author Discussion)
32) Life Goes On
33) Blood is Thicker
34) Ties that Bind
35) Back At It Again
36) Make Me Whole
37) Living Memories
38) Echoes of Hope
39) Trust and Traditions
40) Cruel Fate
41) Fight Until the End - Part 1: Where Do I Begin? | Part 2: What's Your Color? | Part 3: Outmatched | Part 4: Unwanted | Part 5: Fractured Multiplication
42) Anything But Boring
43) Fragmented Reality
44) Divided Reflections
45) Follow My Lead
46) Let the Games Begin - Part 1 | Part 2
47) Split Bluff - Part 1 | Part 2 | (Author Discussion)
48) Fragile Strength
49) Where Shall We Go Tomorrow?
50) Something Important
51) Horizon of Chaos - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
52) Shattered Existence
53) All That I Am Is Yours
Ongoing Epilogue: From Now Until Forever
1) Forever Starts Now
2) Dreams of Gold
3) I Want Forever
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Gokudō Masterlist
Status: On Hold
Gokudō (極道): the extreme path. A term used to refer to members of a Yakuza syndicate. - “Now, why is a pretty girl like you in an ugly place like this?” “Some might say the contrast is tragically poetic,” she replied easily. “Yeah, well,” he drawled, a smirk pulling at his lips as he stepped up to stand beside her. “Others would say it’s tragically idiotic. What’s your name, pretty girl?” “Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” she asked, her pulse jumping at his quiet chuckle. “You already know who I am.” - She never asked to be part of this world. A world filled with greed and violence and revenge. She never asked to be part of the world where life was as meaningless as dust. The world stained red by the blood that pooled beneath her mother’s body after she was forced to watch her die. She never asked to be part of the world driven by hatred and bloodlust, but she never asked to leave, either.
Teaser
Chapter 1 - Tragically Poetic
Chapter 2 - The Bastard and the Outcast
HCs and Asks
Rinko's tattoos
The Clans Specializations
Rinko’s outfit in Chapter 1
Song Commentaries
Sick Boy - Chainsmokers
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Physical Paradox Masterlist
Q&As
Do Gojo and Rinko have pet names for the kids?
How would Goinko react to their kids being neurodivergent?
Blurbs
Would You Still Love Me? (Blurbs)
Extras
Shichigosan
Author Discussions
Summer Nights
HCs and Info
Eiji
Shirou and Yumika
The Tiny Paper
Eiji, Yumika, and Shirou
Dividers
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Shichigosan (a Physical Paradox extra)
I wanted to write something for shichigosan (aka seven-five-three, celebrated on or around November 15) since Eiji would be 5 this year and the twins would be 3!! I hope you guys like it and would love to know what you think!!
Just something a lil short and sweet for our Physical Paradox Goinko and fam!!
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2024
Rinko’s heart melted at the sight of Eiji when he stepped into the room, fully dressed and ready for the festival.
“Don’t you look handsome?” she cooed, unable to keep the grin from her face when he puffed his chest out proudly.
As if she needed more reasons to adore her son. The hakama paired with the patterned haori fit him perfectly. It made him look like a little man instead of her little boy. She couldn’t believe they were already celebrating his shichigosan. Her sweet boy was growing up way too fast.
All of their kids were.
She half-expected Maki or Mai to inform her that they were engaged any day now. She just hoped that they didn’t tell her at the same time.
“You look really pretty, momma,” Eiji stated matter-of-factly, stepping closer and tugging on her kimono. “So do you, Yumi.”
Yumika giggled, reaching for him once Rinko had secured the hifu around her.
“Nii-chan look hantom,” she replied, her hands clutching his haori.
“He does,” Rinko agreed, chuckling as she straightened, adjusting her obi as she did so. “Where’re your daddy and Shirou?”
“Shirou didn’t like his hakama,” Eiji muttered, fiddling with the green cords fastening his haori. “He said it felt funny, so Daddy’s talking to him about it.”
It didn’t surprise her. Shirou didn’t like being uncomfortable, and traditional clothes were practically the definition of uncomfortable.
Nodding, she released a quiet sigh before motioning for them to move.
“Go downstairs with Yumi, then,” she said, smoothing her kimono. “I’ll go check on the others.”
Eiji nodded dutifully, grasping Yumika’s hand tightly and guiding her out of the room.
“Can we watch cartoons while we wait?” he asked, and Rinko smiled.
“Yes, sweetheart.”
She heard him asking Yumika what she wanted to watch as they descended the stairs, and she pursed her lips as she approached the twins’ room, hearing Satoru’s quiet voice, the frustration just beginning to bleed into his tone.
“–don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to–”
“I wanna match!”
“Then you gotta put ‘em on, buddy,” Satoru replied, sighing. “I know they’re uncomfortable, but–”
“Itchy!” Shirou exclaimed, and Satoru released a heavier sigh than before. “Don’ wanna!”
“Then how about you and I match, yeah?” Satoru reasoned. “What if you and me wear–”
“Wanna match Nii-chan!”
Satoru stayed silent, and Rinko furrowed her brow as she assumed he tried not to let the exclamation hurt his feelings. But it probably did, anyway.
“Darling,” she called gently, stepping inside and trying to suppress her chuckles at the sight she was met with.
The situation felt so much sillier when she saw Shirou sitting half-naked on the floor, his arms crossed and features scrunched on his little face. Satoru, still clad in his sweats and t-shirt, knelt in front of him, pinching the bridge of his nose. Seeing his frustration sobered her instantly, and she moved to his side.
“Wanna match Nii-chan,” Shirou pouted, jutting his bottom lip out. “But don’t wan’ tose.” He pointed a tiny finger to the hakama neatly folded on his bed, a scowl causing his brow to furrow. “Itchy!”
A dilemma, to say the least.
They’d let Eiji choose his own attire, and he’d picked the traditional clothes without hesitation when he realized that he’d get to wear the same haori that Satoru had worn to his shichigosan. But Shirou’s clothes were new, so he had little motivation to wear them beyond wanting to be like Eiji. Which was clearly the issue at hand since he didn’t want to wear them while wanting to wear them.
Satoru ran his hand through his hair, his brow twitching as he clearly tried to remain calm.
“He’s been saying this since Eiji finished getting dressed,” he explained, his jaw ticking slightly. “We’d decided he wouldn’t wear the hakama and haori because they weren’t comfortable until he saw Eiji, so now we’ve been going back and forth because he wants to match.”
His eyes stared straight forward, jaw clenching and unclenching. Shirou remained thankfully oblivious to how upset his father really was, too busy glaring daggers at the itchy clothing on his bed.
“Darling,” Rinko began quietly, placing a hand on Satoru’s bicep to get his attention. He turned his head to stare at her, the hard lines of his face relaxing slightly when she just smiled. “Why don’t you go get dressed while I help Shirou? And then you can go see how pretty your baby girl looks in her very first kimono.”
Relief flooded his face as she spoke, and she lifted her hand to run it through his hair, watching his eyes slide closed when her nails scraped his scalp.
“Okay,” he agreed, nodding reluctantly before pushing himself to his feet. His gaze shifted quickly, taking in her appearance and pausing when he saw her obi. “New sash?”
She’d seen it when she took Yumika shopping for her kimono and couldn’t resist when she realized it would match her own, and Satoru’s, perfectly.
“Maybe,” she replied slyly, smirking at his narrowed eyes. “Thought it’d be a nice touch. You like it?”
He stared for a moment longer before releasing a heavy sigh and leaning over to kiss the top of her head.
“‘ll give you a nice touch,” he muttered, his tone drawing a smug grin to her face. “You look beautiful. I’ll see you downstairs.”
Rinko watched him ruffle Shirou’s hair quickly before retreating from the room, his footsteps echoing quietly as he trudged back to their bedroom to get dressed.
“Sweet boy,” she murmured, pulling Shirou into her arms and snuggling him close. “I’m sorry your hakama is itchy. If you don’t want to–”
“Wan’ match–”
“I know you do,” she soothed, carefully repositioning so her kimono didn’t crease while she rocked them back and forth. “But I want you to have fun today, and you can’t do that if you’re all itchy.”
“But– but Nii-chan,” he whined, clenching his little fists and pounding his lap. “And Yumi.”
Humming quietly, she rested her chin on the top of his head as she debated their options. She knew he wanted to match the others, and it wasn’t exactly ideal for him to be the only one not dressed like the rest of them, but there had to be a compromise of some kind. Eiji and Yumika were already dressed. Not to mention that they’d both chosen their clothes. Technically, this shichigosan was for Eiji and Yumika, so she wouldn’t ask them to change now, anyway.
“What if you only wore them for the pictures, then?” she offered. “You can match for the pictures, and then–”
“No!” he cried, tears forming in his eyes now. “Wan’ match–” he cut off as he hiccupped, and Rinko rubbed his back slowly.
“I know, sweetheart,” she murmured.
That complicated things further, but she wasn’t surprised. He didn’t care about pictures. He cared about being like Eiji and Yumika for the festival. It didn’t help that he clearly wanted to wear the hakama, and he just seemed upset that it was itchy.
She scratched his back, humming absently as her eyes drifted to the hakama. He didn’t want to be itchy–
“What if you could wear something comfy and match Eiji and Yumi?” she asked, picking the hakama up and then looking down to see Shirou wiping his eyes. “What if we make it so the itchy can’t get you?”
“No itchy?”
They’d gotten his clothes just a bit too big just in case he hit a last-minute growth spurt before the festival, but he hadn’t. So maybe he could wear something underneath them.
“Mhmm,” she agreed. “Do you wanna wear your favorite pants under them?”
His favorite joggers were starting to thin, anyway, and he was also beginning to outgrow them, but getting him to quit wearing them was a meltdown to deal with another day. He still loved them and didn’t want to quit wearing them, but that also meant he might be more willing to deal with the extra fabric. Plus, it was supposed to be a bit windy, so this could also be a way to ensure he stayed warm.
“Pans?”
She hummed in agreement again, grinning as he blinked rapidly, his excitement growing at the thought of wearing his favorite joggers.
“It’ll be like a little secret,” she whispered, leaning closer. “You can wear them under the hakama so you still match Eiji and Yumi, but the itchy can’t get to you. How’s that sound?”
He scrambled out of her lap, digging through his laundry hamper until he found his prize. There was a small stain on them, but the hakama would cover it anyway.
Chuckling, Rinko caught him when he tripped as he tried to yank them on as fast as possible. Tugging the hakama up over the joggers, she pressed her lips together to keep from giggling when the stiff fabric bunched up in some places. It didn’t matter to her if he looked a bit silly as long as he didn’t mind.
“Better?” she asked, grinning along with him when he just offered her a toothy grin. She held the haori up next, helping him slip his arms through and then fastening the green haori himo. “You look so handsome, too.”
“Like Nii-chan?” he asked, his brows pulled together. “Hanshom like Nii-chan?”
“Just like Eiji,” she agreed, kissing both of his cheeks and then lifting him into her arms as she stood. “Let’s go show the others, hm?”
“Leave it to you,” Satoru whispered in Rinko’s ear as they watched Eiji grasp each of the twins’ hands while they stood in line to get their chitose ame, “to think of something like that for Shirou.”
“It works, doesn’t it?” she replied defensively, quickly snapping a picture of their kids holding hands. “He’s comfortable, and he matches. I know you’ve been dying to say something about the little bulge from his joggers.”
They’d done their best to make sure it was hidden in the family picture, but she’d noticed Satoru barely containing himself every time he caught sight of it again. At least she knew that side of him hadn’t changed a bit.
His grin now said everything she needed to know. But she would take it over the dejected look he’d tried so hard to hide when Shirou had aggressively rejected the idea of only matching him.
“I wasn’t gonna point it out, but he is my son, so I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s–”
She cut him off with an elbow to his gut, rolling her eyes as he snickered wildly. A few other parents shot them disapproving looks, which prompted Satoru to smother his laughter with his hand.
“You’re the worst,” she deadpanned, fighting the smile as he pulled her closer to his side so he could wrap his arm around her waist. “Just awful–”
“You love me,” Satoru replied simply, pushing his shades up his nose. “But what I was saying a minute ago was that you’re so good with him. I dunno what I’d have done if you hadn’t come in when you did.” He paused to grimace. “Probably would’ve ended up just forcing him to wear the clothes because I didn’t know what else to do. I was just getting so frustrated–”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” she countered quietly, nudging his shoulder with her own. “You were doing fine.”
“No,” Satoru grumbled, “I wasn’t. And I should’ve made sure the hakama would work before I bought it, anyway–”
“He picked it out because it matched Eiji’s,” she reminded. “You couldn’t have known it’d be uncomfortable.”
“I just didn’t know what to do–”
“It worked out,” she cut him off. “You were stressed because you wanted to have him dressed before you got ready, and he hurt your feelings, too.”
“He didn’t–”
“Darling,” Rinko chided, nudging him again. “It’s okay to admit it.”
“I know he didn’t mean he didn’t wanna match with me,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes. “S’not a big deal.”
She just hummed, leaning up to peck his cheek.
“I’ll let you tell yourself that for now,” she relented. “I know we’ve joked about Eiji being like you, but I think Shirou might just be your exact copy.” Pausing, her lips pulled up into a smirk. “S’what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, yeah?”
Her chest fluttered when he snorted, rolling his eyes.
“Which am I?”
“Neither,” she replied instantly, giggling when his grasp on her waist tightened so he could dig his fingers into her sides. Gasping quietly, she tried to stifle her snickers when she noticed other parents once again sending them nasty looks. “We’re in public, darling–”
“Then quit bein’ a brat in public,” he growled under his breath in reply, loosening his grasp. “You’re still such a tease. And your new sash is beautiful.”
“If you’re lucky, you’ll get to see what else is new later,” she murmured, grinning when he stiffened and sucked in a quick breath through his nose. “Come on. Looks like the kids got their candy.”
AN: Thanks for reading!!
I was researching Japanese holidays a while ago and came across shichigosan, or seven-five-three, (November 15), and thought it would be perfect to write something for Physical Paradox since Eiji and the twins are 5 and 3 this year. I know I’m a tiny bit late, but it sorta works because the festivals are usually held on weekends, anyway!
Fun notes that I didn’t make explicitly clear:
The kids’ haori himo (braided cords) matched their eye color. So Eiji and Shirou’s were green, and Yumika’s were blue.
I’ve been asked before about their kids being neurodivergent, and I just felt it made so much sense to have a lil piece of how they’d deal with something related to that. Shirou’s preference was inspired by a problem I had when I was little with how clothes fit and felt. If they felt itchy or scratchy or made me feel out of place, I would lose my mind, and it would be worse if I was still forced to wear them. So, Shirou’s thing with not wanting to wear the itchy clothes but not wanting to be left out or the only one not wearing the matching clothes not only felt realistic to me but fit something a toddler might struggle with even if they weren’t neurodivergent. Rinko’s solution is likely very unrealistic given Japanese culture, but I feel it fits her as a character because she is aware of these little brain nuances on top of the fact that sometimes, as a parent, you just have to roll with the punches as best you can even if it’s not what you wanted.
Also, I tried to keep the way Yumika and Shirou speak as accurate as possible without going too far down a rabbit hole researching toddler speech patterns otherwise, I would never have finished this.
I’m probably forgetting something, but I wanted to get this done before the weekend is over.
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*Preview* Untitled (Gojo Satoru oneshot)
Hi. This Goinko idea kinda hit me a while ago, and I've been having a lot of fun with it. I don't know when I'll finish it, but I thought it'd be fun to share a little snippet since I've been enjoying it so much 😬 It's very fluffy. The finished version will have a lil bit of angst. I'd really, really love to know your thoughts if you have any!
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"This—us. What are we doing? We never talk. We get home and eat in almost silence and then sit and watch TV until we go to bed. Are you happy? Do you want to be in this relationship? Because sometimes, I feel like we’re only still here because we’re both afraid of being alone.”
Pursing her lips, Rinko fought the dread that began to bloom in her chest as soon as he started speaking. Was she happy? She’d never even thought about whether she was happy. But she did want to be with him.
“We used to talk all the time, too,” he continued. “Send each other stupid things we saw during the day– don’t.” Satoru’s eyes narrowed when she slowly began to sink into the cushions beneath her. “I know where your head is going, don’t. This has nothing to do with you being enough, Rinko. Don’t do that.”
“Do you– is this you telling me you wanna break up, then?” she asked quietly, her throat closing. She should have worked harder. Been better. She’d gotten too comfortable and now she’d lost him. “Do- you want me to go?”
She supposed she could go stay with Shoko for a bit if he wanted her to leave right away–
He scooted closer, gently tugging her towards him until she sat on his lap.
“No,” he stated firmly, his hands settling on her waist. “I don’t wanna break up. I don’t want you to go anywhere. I just miss you, baby. I miss talking to you and hearing about your day. I miss cuddling while we watch TV. This is on both of us, ya know. We’ve both been so caught up in everything else that we forgot why we’re even together in the first place.”
Bumping his forehead with hers, he gave her a soft smile.
“You’re my best friend—just don’t tell Suguru I said that—but what we’re doing right now isn’t working. I just– I wanna fall in love with you all over again. There are some days I don’t even think we like each other.”
“I like you just fine,” she defended, gnawing on her bottom lip. “I love you–”
“Be honest with me, Rinko,” he cut her off. “Sometimes you can’t stand me. I know there are things about me that annoy the hell outta you, right?” Her shrug made him roll his eyes. “Fine, baby, I’ll start. You never throw your empty shampoo bottles away, and the shower looks like you’re trying to build a damn fort–”
“Sometimes the way you breathe pisses me off,” she finally blurted out, watching Satoru’s eyes widen before he started snickering. “Wait, fuck, that’s not–”
“Well, damn, baby,” he teased, his laughter shaking through her as he gasped for air. “I’m so sorry my need for oxygen gets to you–”
“That’s not what I meant!” she huffed. “I meant that sometimes you breathe really loud and it just– sometimes it just gets on my nerves. Why are you laughing?”
“Because you’re funny,” he replied easily, resting his forehead against hers. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he continued to chuckle. “D’you feel better now that you got all that off your chest?”
Rinko looked down, fidgeting with her fingers.
“I– a bit,” she admitted reluctantly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have–”
“It’s better for us to talk about this shit instead of just keeping it all in and constantly being annoyed with each other.” He pressed a light kiss to her cheek. “Now we can work on a few things together, yeah? You can start throwing your shampoo bottles away, and I can start trying to breathe quieter-”
She groaned, letting her head fall back before trying to scramble off his lap. His hands held tight, a teasing grin on his lips as she struggled.
“Baby,” Satoru whispered loudly in her ear, shaking her awake. “Rinko-chan, wake up!”
Rinko groaned, trying to swat him away.
“Lemme sleep,” she mumbled, snuggling further under the blankets. “Satoru–”
“I’ll drag you outta this bed, baby. You know I will.”
Her eyes snapped open to glare at him sleepily. She did know. She also knew that the prison time for murder might be worth considering if he didn’t let her sleep.
“Come outside with me,” he implored, throwing the covers away and pulling her to her feet. He shoved a beanie on her head and held her jacket out. “You gotta see this!”
“Really?” she grumbled, her lips pulling into a grumpy frown. “Satoru, we’ve seen snow before–”
“Come on, baby, humor me? Let’s play in the snow.”
“In the middle of the night–?”
She spluttered as a cold, wet blob slammed into the side of her head. Squawking, she blinked at him almost stupidly as he gave her his damned boyish grin.
“You’re joking,” she deadpanned, her eyes narrowing when she saw him holding another snowball. “Satoru, I’m warning you–”
It smacked her in the face before she could finish.
“What are you gonna do about it, baby?” he taunted, stepping back. His grin grew when she bent over, grabbed a handful of snow, and lobbed it at him.
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AN: Thoughts? What do you guys think?
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yes, this is on hold for now, but I've made a few changes 👀👀
Like the summary/description, and I actually just made some revisions to the first two chapters as well. 😬
Gokudō Masterlist
Status: On Hold
Gokudō (極道): the extreme path. A term used to refer to members of a Yakuza syndicate. - “Now, why is a pretty girl like you in an ugly place like this?” “Some might say the contrast is tragically poetic,” she replied easily. “Yeah, well,” he drawled, a smirk pulling at his lips as he stepped up to stand beside her. “Others would say it’s tragically idiotic. What’s your name, pretty girl?” “Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” she asked, her pulse jumping at his quiet chuckle. “You already know who I am.” - She never asked to be part of this world. A world filled with greed and violence and revenge. She never asked to be part of the world where life was as meaningless as dust. The world stained red by the blood that pooled beneath her mother’s body after she was forced to watch her die. She never asked to be part of the world driven by hatred and bloodlust, but she never asked to leave, either.
Teaser
Chapter 1 - Tragically Poetic
Chapter 2 - The Bastard and the Outcast
HCs and Asks
Rinko's tattoos
The Clans Specializations
Song Commentaries
Sick Boy - Chainsmokers
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